#i know some of y’all will tell me ‘fuck em you don’t owe em shit’
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How do I be civil and polite to someone despite never wanting to initiate any sort of conversation ever again with them…
#i know some of y’all will tell me ‘fuck em you don’t owe em shit’#and I appreciate that I really do#but also I’m really trying to be a version of myself I approve of and this is the best I can come up with at the moment 😭#i am struggling#dumb I know#my therapist is probably so sick of hearing about this person and this whole situation lollll#i should send her a thank you card for putting up with me#random thoughts are random
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Sensitive Spots Part 1 (NSFWish) Mammon x Male MC
I like to think that, when in demon form, the bases of demon wings and tails (where it connects to their back) are sensitive and can be arousing for demons when touched. I wanted to explore this idea a bit and decided to write this with my MC, Yuki (he/him). This can easily be read as a reader insert too if y’all want
"Am I doing this right?" Yuki asks as he leans over the pool table.
"Nah, you got ya whole hold wrong." Mammon set his pool cue up as if he's about to hit a shot. "See my left hand?"
"Okay so..." Yuki tries to replicate it.
"Yeah, that's it!" Mammon grabs one of the balls and sets it in front of Yuki. "Now try an hit it."
Yuki hits the ball. It curves left.
"Well, at least ya hit it hard enough." Mammon sets another ball up. "Try and aim for the center."
Yuki tries again and, this time, the ball mostly goes straight. "I think I can get this."
"Nice! Then how about a game?" Mammon asks with a smirk. "Don't worry, I'll go easy on you."
"Oh okay, how do I play? All I know is you don't want the white ball to go in."
"Why don't we play classic eight-ball?" Mammon begins setting the balls up in the rack. "I'll pocket the solids and you pocket the stripes. Ya hit the eight-ball in after ya pocketed 'em."
"Oh yeah, we can do a game," Yuki smirks. "But you want more than that, don't you?"
Mammon laughs. "Of course! What's the point of playing if there isn't a reward for the winner?"
"Alright, Mammon." Yuki crosses his arms. "What do you want to bet? And we aren't playing for money. You're guaranteed to win once money is on the table."
"Then what are we gonna play for?" Mammon asks.
Yuki shrugs. "I don't know. You're the one who wants to make it a bet."
Mammon takes a moment to think. "Well, how about ya owe me a favor if you lose?"
"As long as it's not an impossible favor, then sure. Now what can I get from you?" Yuki stares at Mammon as he thinks.
A soft pink appears in Mammon's cheeks. "Ya want me to do something for ya? I-I can think of uh- some things."
"Hm..." Yuki hums. "I don't really get to see your demon form too often."
"Ya wanna see my demon form?"
"Can I touch your horns if I win? Or not, I won't force you." Yuki tries to make that clear. "If you don't want to be touched, that's fine."
"Ya can touch me if ya want. Wait- I mean, I don't-" Mammon fumbles over his words. "Yeah, if you win, ya can touch my horns."
Yuki smiles. "Alright, we got a bet then."
The game starts, and Yuki is shit at it. The ball misses the pocket half the time Yuki hits it, and he accidentally pockets the cue ball every other turn. Mammon easily pockets every ball he goes for and even lets Yuki get some extra turns to try and catch up. But, by the end of the game, Mammon is the one who pockets the eight-ball.
"And the Great Mammon wins!" Mammon throws his arms up and cheers.
Yuki chuckles at the sight. "You won against a rookie who didn't know how to hold a cue until today. So are you gonna keep that favor in that back pocket, or are you gonna cash in that favor now?"
A small flush returns to Mammon's face. "Well, since I'm all gracious, I can cash in that favor and give ya what ya want too."
"Oh? How?"
"How about ya clean my horns for me?"
And that's how Yuki ends up sitting on Mammon's couch as the demon sits, facing him, on the floor. Yuki studies Mammon's horns, his fingers running across the dark hard keratin-like material. The demons horns swirl upward and are a deep shade of black. They remind Yuki of ribbons.
"So you want me to clean it with a brush and then a towel?" Yuki asks.
"Yeah, and don't worry about having to be gentle with them either."
"Well, okay then." Yuki looks over the small brush. "I'm guessing I should start at the top?"
"Yeah, ya can do that."
"Can you get closer?"
Mammon, cheeks flushed, hesitates but does what Yuki asks.
"Alright, and can you- Hm... Can I move your head as needed?"
"I uh- Yeah." Mammon mutters. "Go ahead."
Even when Mammon said he didn't need to be, Yuki is gentle. He guides Mammon's head to rest against his thigh and then begins brushing the demon's horns. The small brush in Yuki's hand seems to be made for this, and it probably is when he thinks about it. It easily fits through the curls of Mammon's horns, reaching in every crevasse. Yuki makes sure to clean every inch, not because Mammon would complain if he didn't, but because he's finding this to be quite relaxing. As Yuki nears the base of Mammon's horn, he can see the demon's wings twitch. Yuki chuckles at the sight.
"What's so funny?" Mammon asks.
"You know you're adorable, right?"
Mammon grumbles and face gets even hotter. "I ain't cute! I'm a demon; we ain't supposed to be cute."
Yuki smiles and takes a towel to finish off cleaning the horn. "You may be a big scary demon to everyone else, but you'll always be cute ol' Mammon to me."
"Ya got a weird definition of cute." Mammon pouts.
"Always have, always will. Can you lean on my other leg?" Yuki asks. "I'm finished with this one."
Again, Mammon does what he's asked, and Yuki begins the process over. It's calming. The human begins to wonder something.
"Do your wings need cleaning too?"
Mammon's wings twitch again. "W-what?"
"Maybe I could give you a massage?" Yuki suggests.
"W-well, if ya offering, a massage sounds nice."
"Alright then, I'm almost-" Yuki finishes off cleaning the last spot with a towel.
"And done. Now let's get you on the bed."
"Y-yeah." Mammon's wings flutter as he stands and makes his way to his bed.
"Do you need help taking off all that?" Yuki follows Mammon at tugs on his leather straps. "Your whole BDSM thing looks like a puzzle."
"I uh- Yeah!" Mammon's face keeps getting redder and redder. "Ya can help me take this off."
Yuki begins undoing the buckles of the demon's top, and Mammon does nothing to help. Mammon just gazes at Yuki's concentrated face, tongue partially sticking out as he figures out what strap he has to undo next. The humans hands keeps brushing against Mammon's skin, and it's driving the demon wild.
"Ah, I think I got it." Yuki undoes the last strap and the top begins to slip off the demon's shoulders.
Mammon chuckles nervously as he pulls his wings in so the top can fall to the floor. "Y-you're pretty good at that. Maybe you could uh- We could-" Mammon yelps as he feels a cold hand on his back.
"Oh sorry, I should've warned you."
"No, you're- It's fine." Mammon tries to act calm.
"Are you uncomfortable?" Yuki removes his hand and steps in front of Mammon. "If you're uncomfortable, please tell me."
"I'm not!" Mammom tries to reassure the human. "I want you too. I mean, I wouldn't be nervous; you're just a human."
"You're nervous?" There's worry in Yuki's voice. "I don't have to give you a massage, Mammon."
"No, no, no! I want a massage. Trust me."
"Well..." The worry if Yuki's face remains. "If you want to stop at any moment, tell me, okay?"
"Yeah, I will." Mammon flops onto his bed.
"Could you scoot in more?"
"How would you- Eh, whatever." Mammon does as Yuki asks. He feels added weight onto the mattress and, suddenly, Yuki is sitting on his tailbone. Mammon tenses up at first, but, when Yuki's hands touch him and travel up his spine, he relaxes. It's obvious Yuki isn't sure what he's doing and is trying to do what he's seen other people do before. That's until Yuki gets close to Mammon's wings. His touch is gentle as he studies them, tracing along the muscle connecting the wing to his back and then feeling up the leathery wing. Mammon tenses up, and he bites his lip.
Yuki feels Mammon's wings twitch in his hands. "Do you want me to stop?"
"No! I mean-" Mammon clears his throat. "Keep going. You don't have to be gentle with my wings."
Even with Mammon's words, Yuki's touch is still soft. The human's hands feel along the thin skin of his wings and then back to the base of the demon's wings. Mammon's body is growing hot and he has to keep himself from moaning. As Yuki massages the flesh connecting his wings to his back, Mammon can feel himself slowly getting hard, his cock stirring in his pants.
"Are you sure you're okay?" Yuki asks. "You don't seem relaxed at all."
"I'm relaxed!" Mammon hides his face in his arms. "I just- The base of wings are a bit sensitive, okay."
"Oh, I'll focus somewhere else then."
"Wait, no. It's-" Mammon tries to find the words to say. "It's a good kind of sensitive."
Yuki is silent for a moment and then asks another question. "So like a cat's tail? Are there a lot of nerves or something?"
"I don't fucking know. It just- It feels good!"
"Okay okay, I'll give your wings special attention." Yuki laughs and continues kneading the base of Mammon's wings. Mammon pulls a pillow close to him and buries his face in it. The human's thumbs rub circles into his muscles and palms press against his skin. Mammon struggles to keep himself silent, quiet moans being muffled by the fabric of the pillow. Mammon can feel his cock pushed up against the mattress. It's taking all of his self control to keep himself from rutting against it. Yuki's touching him, making him feel like this. He's so fucking hard. He wants Yuki to touch him more, to flip him over and grind on his cock, to make him cum.
"Mammon, are you in here and do you know where Yuki is? It's time for dinner." The door to Mammon's room opens suddenly and Asmo peers in. "Oh~ And what are you two up to, hm?"
"Oh hey, Asmo." Yuki turns to the younger demon with a smile. "I'm just giving Mammon a massage."
"And focusing on his wings I see~" Asmo giggles. "Is Mammon finally being more forward with you?"
Mammon wants to scream into the pillow.
Yuki's eyebrows furrow. "'Being more forward?' What are you talking about?"
"So he isn't? But you're groping his wings." Asmo thinks for a moment. "Oh~ Mammon how naughty of you."
Mammon throws his pillow at his brother. "Fuck off!”
Asmo ducks our of the way and laughs. "Come on, Yuki. We should leave Mammon to take care of himself."
"Um, okay? Sorry we had to cut this short, Mammon. I had fun though." Yuki pulls himself off the bed and is dragged out of the room by Asmo.
Mammon plops his face onto his mattress and screams into it.
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"You're later than usual, Mammon." Lucifer glares at his brother as Mammon sits at the dinner table.
"I had some stuff to take care of, alright?" Mammon pouts and sits at the table.
"You don't have to get on my ass about it."
"Yeah, it's not like he's gonna be late for classes, Lucifer. Don't be a dick." Yuki slides a plate of food over to Mammon. "I was able to save you a plate before Beel ate everything."
Mammon's cheeks turn slightly pink. "It's not like I needed you to, but... Thanks."
Yuki smiles at him and then continues eating.
"Maybe you should at least tell everyone why you're so late, hm?" Asmo gives a knowing smile to Mammon. "Tell everyone what I walked in on you two doing."
That statement catches the attention of every demon at the table.
"What were you doing with Yuki, Mammon?" Satan asks with an angry tone.
"Why is Asmo making that face?!" Levi's face flushes.
Belphie frowns. "You better not have made him do something creepy."
Beel gives Yuki a worried look.
"Mammon." Lucifer glares at him.
"H-hey!" Mammon yelps. "Don't look at me like that! I didn't do anything wrong!"
Yuki sighs. "Y'all calm down. I lost a bet and cleaned his horns. Saw an opportunity to touch his wings, so I offered to give him a massage."
Asmo raises an eyebrow. "You 'saw an opportunity?' Oh, Yuki~"
"What? I like y'all's demon forms, but I rarely get a chance to touch anything!" Yuki pouts. "I wanna touch! Is that a bad thing?”
All the demons give Yuki a look.
After a moment of silence, the human asks. “What? Did I say something weird?”
#obey me smut#obey me x mc#obey me x male mc#obey me mammon x mc#obey me mammon x m!mc#obey me mammon x male mc#obey me mammon#obey me mammon smut#OC: Yuki#obey me trans mc#obey me ftm oc#obey me male oc#obey me male mc
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can i plsplspls have the things you believe hq boys would say for atsumu 👉👈
yes yes! i love me some atsumu 🥺
Things I believe Atsumu Miya (Timeskip MSBY pro volleyball player) would say if you lived with him (from the moment you wake up to the moment you fall asleep) painter! y/n
“Baby, Baby- come on wake up. I got early practice, you know i don’t know how to cook” (5:00 am)
“Baby come on, I’ll make you breakfast later.”
“No? Oh you’re up.”
“What do you mean you don’t like my breakfast, i thought ya loved my cooking.”
“we’ve been together how long? and ya lied to me?!”
“I’ve been telling eveyone that my cooking is great! This is your fault.”
“No shoo, go make me my breakfast.”
“No you don’t get morning kisses.”
“Will ya stop ya whining if i kiss ya?”
“Alright shut up now and get to cookin”
*Will slap your ass, way too hard for 5:30 in the morning*
“I got early practice tonight, thanks for making me food.”
*will wrap his arms around you as you cook*
“Smells good.”
“No the food, ya smell stinky.”
“I’m kidding, i’m kidding. You smell like you.”
“What’cha mean? ya smell like, soap and a clean bed”
“Yes baby, it’s a good thing.”
“Now give me my food and go back to sleep.”
“I’ll clean up.”
*will let you know when he goes to practice and let’s you sleep again*
“Pst.... baby, wakey wakey. It’s morning.” (10:00 am)
“I got breakfast.... don’t worry ya little head, i got it from the bakery.”
“How’d ya sleep. Good? That’s good baby.”
“You got paintings you gotta finish, get to work.”
“Come on you big baby, get up.”
*Will carry you to the bathroom and will strip you bc he needs to shower too*
“Stop squirmin’ - i’m washing you’re head and i’ll get soap in ya eyes.”
“My turn.”
“Massage my scalp harder, harder- okay chill, that’s good.”
“Now hurry up and dry up, you got work to do.”
* WILL SLAP YOUR BARE ASS and will apologize later bc he left a mark*
“I’ll leave you to it then, i’m gonna be in the room, if you need me.” (11:00 am)
*Will walk in and walk out of your studio just to check up on you*
“Need anything? No? Okay.”
“Just checking in, i got you some water.”
“Hey baby, you hungry yet? Ya want lunch?!”
*Will hold you while you paint*
“What do you want for lunch?”
“You want me to order it or pick up? or do you wanna come with me?”
*will start kissing your neck and get you to face him so he can start making out with you*
*it’s very messy, will put you on a table with FRESH PAINT and get it all over you*
sex in the art studio
red paint hand prints on your ass, hips, neck.
“You should keep working on yer painting, i’ll go get the food.” (12:40 pm)
*will tap your hips/thighs/ass before walking out as if NOTHING HAPPENED*
*meanwhile you’re catching you’re fucking breath bc wow... the stamina that man has*
“I’m back... Feel alright?” (2:00 pm)
“I got you some onigiri.”
“Again? what you mean again? It’s free!”
“Shut it, you love Osamus cookin.”
“What do you love more? Me or Osamu?”
“Did you just say Osamu- REALLY?! Really? after we just made love for hours? You tell me this now?”
“Give me back that Onigiri.”
“Come back here!”
“Did ya really need to lock yourself in the art studio? Let me in” (2:30 pm)
“What art piece are you working on?”
“Ah.... mhm, mhm...”
“No i don’t remember what you just said.”
“Keep on working, i’ll check up on you later.”
“Nevermind, i’m lonely- I’m gonna keep ya company.”
“Give me some paint, i wanna paint.”
“Look! I made a fox.”
“Oh hold on, Bokuto is calling.”
“Do you mind if the guys come over?”
“Yes even Sakusa.”
“You never clean, why you gotta clean for him?” (3:30 pm)
*very jealous of the fact that you and sakusa get along very well*
“Sakusa hands off my partner” (4:30 pm)
“Bokuto you too!”
“Hinata, I’m eyeing ya too.”
“Get over here, and sit next to me.”
“Hold my hand.”
“Because i said so.”
“Shut it, Sakusa!”
“No, no, i’m not drunk.” (6:00 pm)
“What’d you mean they should sleep over.”
“But baby~ Night time is our time.”
“OW! Don’t hit me.”
“Y’all are sleeping in the spare.”
“Stop babying Sakusa he’s a grown man!”
“I said hands off my partner Hinata!”
“Baby~ stop babying my teammates and come here!” (7:30 pm)
“What do you mean i smell.”
“No come here, give me a kiss.”
“No, no, no don’t check up with them, come here.”
“Just come cuddle with me.”
“Hey, am i good enough for ya?”
“You sure? Do i give ya enough love?”
“Don’t shit with me alright, you sure i’m good enough?”
“Come here, give me a kiss.”
“You’re more than good enough for me.”
“Please don’t leave me for Osamu, i know it’s a joke just... I cant imagine my life without ya, ya know?”
“Stupid Osamu, i’m proud of him too. But don’t praise him either!” (9:00 pm)
“Do you wanna get some dessert?”
“So what if it’s late, i’m hungry.”
“Fuck em, i just wanna go with you.”
“Hold my hand.”
“You cold? Here just wear my hoodie. I think i’m still a little tipsy.”
“I swear i’ll fight a kid if he doesn’t hurry up.”
“Hold me back baby, i will fight this kid! he just mouthed piss hair to me!”
“Oh shit it’s the pap, come on hurry up, let’s go.”
“No, no- You got the wrong twin, i’m osamu. Yeah sorry about that.”
“I’m glad i brought a cap”
“Give me some of your dessert.”
“Here have some of mine, say Ah.”
“Don’t be stupid, and hold my hand, we’re crossing the road.”
*Will give you a piggy back ride home*
*you will fall asleep on him*
*wwe match when you guys get home and throws you on the bed to wake you up bc he’s such an asshole*
“It’s your fault you fell asleep on me.”
“Arms up, i’ll put on your pjs.”
“No pjs? Alright, we sleep in the nude tonight.”
*you sleep on his chest*
“God i’m so lucky to have you, you know?”
Extras:
*will fuck you awake and has a hand over your mouth bc he remembers half way that half his team is in the other room*
“Y’all are lucky, y/n has such a talent for cooking”
“Sakusa, you don’t get breakfast.”
“You hear nothing, hinata!”
*pinches your ass in public*
“OSAMU STOP TALKING TO MY S/O”
“Osamu give y/n some onigiri, she’s picking up my lunch.”
“MY BABY IS HERE” *runs to you mid practice*
“No bokuto you don’t get to hug her.”
“Back off Sakusa!”
*will bark*
“Stop telling people i use lemon shampoo bc i have blonde hair.”
“Wait i thought i had a manicure appointment today- did i miss it?”
“Shave down my nails will ya? I always mess up.”
“Get your black nail polish away from me, i want the clear one.”
*will bite you to get your attention*
*will show off his manicure to kageyama if he ever bumps into him*
A/N: Thank you guys for 300 followers 🥺🥳
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SPOILERSSS for Twisted Wonderland Chapter 6 : 1-16!!!
*rubs hands* aight it wont take long before genshin has me in its gacha hell grasp again, I just barely escaped this time— NOW ITS TIME TO SEE THE BOIS CHAPTER 6 omg— wtf happened last time lol it’s been too long
So, no voice over because of some problems which is understandable but— meh I don’t feel like reading lol So I’m watching otome ayui translations this time, because im that one dumbass student who skipped kanji class and now i cant read without sounding like im five _:(´ཀ`」 ∠): “what up im yume im way passed 19 and i never fucking learned how to read”
Also watching Hanayura Kanon stream for the rest that’s not yet been translated lol Because he’s very good at voice acting for the characters and he’s funny af lol
- OKAY OKAY— WTF HAPPENED EXPLAIN
- Fun fact : I haven’t watched Hercules yet so I legit don’t know what’s about to come lol
- Aw, that’s cute— We called over Ace and Deuce late at night AND THEY REALLY CAME OVER AAAAA
- I forgot how fckin pure their friendship is _:(´ཀ`」 ∠):
- Aight, so we actually have a huge-ass scratch from feral Grim lol That’s just fantastic, isn’t it
- FINALLY— We’re talking about Mickey and the stones my monster cat has been eating with Crowley AAAAA
- “Yeah there’s this bitch called mickey and i took his photo—“
- WE’RE FINALLY TALKING ABOUT THIS. AFTER 6 CHAPTERS.
- Bruh this crystal of blot sounds really dangerous why are we discussing this just now
- Speaking of this crystal, Crowley— you were looking for this crystal in chap one and when we asked you about wtf you’re trying to find you just went— “oH itS NothING.”
- I SUPPOSED ITS NOT NOTHING NOW IS IT
- I didnt see you searching for crystals after every chapter mr. crowley where were you 👁👄👁 dont you think it was weird that you didnt see a single one after like— five blotting incidents
- Oh so its rare i see— BRUH R U SURE ABOUT THAT grim literally found one every single chap LMAO
- Okay okay— see, he may be violent but listen— you aint gonna throw out my fucking cat okay
- Wh— THERE WAS A FESTIVAL!? Im dumb so its not just VDC LOL
- Listen LISTEN— GRIM IS FINE. HOLD UP— NO NEED TO THROW HIM OUT JUST LET ME HAVE ANOTHER LOOK AT HIM
- Aww, Ace and Deuce looked pissed about it too AAAAHH THE TRUE DEFINITION OF THE BOIS
- BRUH NO— ALL THE DORM LEADERS TO GO AND CAPTURE GRIM?? HE’LL DIE
- CROWLEY PLS— WE CAN TALK ABOUT THIS, HONEY
- #Grimportectionsquad
- “It’s bout time for them to come” Who?
- FUCKING— CROWLEY STOP SAYING ITS NOTHING— This is why this school is so fucked, you never tell us anything ahead of time _:(´ཀ`」 ∠):
- Aight he left, Ace Deuce hurry help me what you guys got
- He may be a monster but see— the worst he did is eat the whole tuna stack SO PLS HES STILL BABY AND I LOVE HIM
- THATS RIGHT DEUCE MY MAN GRIM CAN DO NO BAD I SWEAR
- HE WOULDNT EVER AGAIN I SWEAR
- Ace ヽ(；▽；)ノ The character development— im so proud of you, son
- THIS IS THE BOISSS— LETS GOOOO
- Fuck this is so beautiful— just me and the bois on our way in the middle of the night to find our MISSING CAT I—
- CROWLEY REALLY DID ASSEMBLE THEM DORM LEADERS AAAAAAA AT THIS HOUR TOO WTF
- BRUH WE CAN TALK
- Kalim Kalim Kalim Vil Vil Vil— Pls we’ve been through so much last chapter ＨＥＬＰ
- Leona…A big fat ｍｏｏｄ honestly lmao
- Ey ey riddle pls— dont make this any more difficult—
- Shut up azul stay where u are all you’ve done is nothing but chaos since you arrive so SHHH
- MALLEUS IS NOT HERE AGAIN LILIA PLS— where is he when we need him the most LOL
- Ortho, your bro where?? Also— SURVIVAL STATUS BRUH—
- YES PLS DONT HURT HIM OMG
- oh i forgot idia lives in his tablet LOL OF COURSE
- Omg he’s in the apple trees still looking scary as shi aaaaaaa pls kitty come home u just had too much catnip
- OH GOD 15m HE’S CLOSE
- “Starting operation” ORTHO WHAT TF
- EY EY EY oh good he’s knocked out sighhh
- Aight I know this has been translated but I can’t help but to look at the original japanese and im just— wtf is RTS and TAS idia i dont understand this advanced gamer otaku language
- But Idia and Ortho really do be speedrunning on who can fucking kick my cat the hardest LOL
- THATS RIGHT IDIA You understand me— Fellow cat lovers unite, Grim is very cute, he can’t do no bad
- …so can i have him back pls—
- Can we just appreciate the fact that these bois are willing to take the risk of getting their heads chopped off by Riddle by doing all this for us??
- If this isnt what you call true friendship then i dont know what this is
- Lol ambrose is going to appear in this festival again and crowley’s prideful ass is QUAKING
- WHY are we not allowed to see him crowley im sure we can handle it— We’re the BOIS. CMON
- Imagine if they just summon a fcuking— magic vet or something lol
- It’s the next day lol
- HAH ITS THE VDC LOSERS BY ONE VOTE SQUAD
- I mean the NRC Tribe— ٩( ᐛ )و
- VIL. what you have my queen
- Vil pls dont remind me that my cat isnt here but thank you for saying thank you i do not deserve—
- AWW THE ADEUCE SQUAD LOOKS SO SAD AAAAA
- Vil i miss the bad bitch but absolute oneesan energy but the apology— yeah are we gonna cry again lol
- AAAAAAHH why am i so proud— THAT vil is apologizing
- You dont need to maam what we had in chapter 5 was a fucking journey i regret nothing
- I swear if rook goes like— bitch that aint beautiful imma bonk him I WILL DO IT dont think i forgot what u did last chap
- Man i love me a man who can openly admit his mistakes MMMGH
- Rook i swear—
- Im glad that we’re not toning down ace’s brutal honesty lol
- BRUHHH I DONT LIKE IT WHEN VIL US TAKING ALL THE BLAME i mean what he said was kinda true BUT STILL
- Cheer up Vil, it’s not like it’s a complete failure anyways (；ω；) it was fun at least
- Hearing Jamil encourage Vil like this feels surreal BUT YES BOI U TELL EM
- What is this beautiful character development
- Ooff way to hit where it hurts the most vil my queen lol
- AAGH IT HURTS VIL RECOGNIZING NEIGE’S HARDWORK LIKE THIS— THE PRIDE I CAN FEEL IT ＣＲＡＣＫ
- Bruh we appreciate Neige’s impeccable smile in this household— REMEMBER WHEN EVERYONE WAS LIKE NEIGE’S GON BE A BAD BOI??? WELP—
- It was me, i was that person and i shall drown in apple juice for it
- Of course, the ultimate Neige simp already knows that lol
- Bruh the background music has no business being this sad ｓｔｏｐ
- I hate it when vil is right sometimes omg— TRUEEE KALIM especially wouldn’t be able to stand properly on stage after knowing Neige’s own hardships aaaa
- NOO BABY DONT CRY
- Vil redemption arc??? 👀👀 you can help us cure our cat—
- !? Are we gonna get that money promised in that poster?? 👀👀
- WHAA FUCKING WAHAA VIL IS GONNA PAY THAT US??? THE WHOLE 5 MIL EACH??!! VIL CALM DOWN WHAT I SAID WAS A JOKE
- Damn vil is ＳＴＡＣＫＥＤ He really didnt want to owe anyone anything LMAO YES QUEEN
- WHA— KALIM IS ACCEPTING??? OUT OF EVERYONE HERE, I DID NOT EXPECT YOU TO ACCEPT THAT KALIM
- Kalim is making my heart go boom boom again baby boi ✨👁💧👄💧👁✨✨
- HE’LL DONATE IT TO THE RAMSHACKLE DORM BABY BOIIII
- …sumimasen kalim for having a very rundown dorm 👁💧👄💧👁 but thank you for being nice about it lol
- OKAY OKAY KALIM YOU DONT HAVE TO LIST ALL THE THINGS WRONG IN MY DORM PLS—
- THIS IS EMBARRASSING PLS KALIM IM SORRY FOR BEING POOR
- But this man be such a sunshine holy shit i cant even be mad about it lol
- AW YEAH RAMSHACKLE DORM IS GONNA GET A MAKEOVER
- EVERYONE BE DONATING THEIR MONEY TO US AAAAA Were they always this NICE
- Aight adeuce pls— y’all dont have to force yourself to donate my guys (´；ω；`) being friends is enough lol i get it my bois
- Find me a man who can make me feel like this the way Vil can
- Man if only Grim is here :’) he’d be soo happy :’)) you can have all the tuna you want buddy :’)))
- GRIM PLS ADEUCE IS WILLING TO TREAT YOU TO LUNCH BABY
- Bro this is so wholesome omg
- Im sorry but still up to this day, my understanding of Epel’s accent is still ｌａｃｋｉｎｇ lmao
- Aight they be talking about how Rook already knew that they were going to lose from the very beginning
- The FORESHADOWING LOL The difference with how Rook said “What a wonderful performance” rather than “What a beautiful performance” sigh
- Honestly we gotta respect Rook’s resolve here lol man just knows what he wants
- Rook and Vil’s friendship lmao
- 👁👄👁 …!?
- EARTHQUAKE WTF How dare you ruin such moment—
- WHAT IS GOING ON
- EY WTF DONT DESTROY MY DORM WTF ARE YOU GUYS
- WHAT ARE THESE ROBOTS OUTSIDERS KILL THEM WITH FIRE
- They look like something that belongs to the Ignihyde dorm HUH
- Oh bruh— Vil in his Dorm Leader mode is so cool AND YES I KNOW THIS IS NOT THE TIME BUT wheww~~ Vil YAS QUEEN
- KALIM TOO AAAAAA JAMIL’S 「はっ！」SO COOL
- so SO— the dorm leader’s have a protocol for outsider attacks like this 👁👄👁 OMG THEY’RE SO HOT
- They don’t seem like our bois anymore aaa just pure professionalism at this point—
- GOD I FORGOT HOW COOL THEY ARE OMG
- HEEEYYY OUR DORM IS GETTING DESTROYED WTF ARE THESE GUYS’ PROBLEM
- We were just talking about renovating it too wtf
- AAAAAHHH HOW DARE YOU— VIL R YOU OK
- Bruh i dont know what is going on but dont touch my man’s face
- They’re targetting Vil and Jamil WHY— overblot men!!??? WHERE ARE YOU— GIVE THEM BACK
- I didnt understand what epel said here lmao BUT—!?
- THEY HAVE GRIM TOO FUCK HE’S BACK LET GO OF MY FUCKING CAT
- WHAT IS GOING ON DARLINGS
- BUDDYY >:’0000 Grimmm MY HEART—
- Are they kidnapping the overblot men?? What— the fucking absolute ｂａｌｌｓ on these robots
- God we’re getting absolutely ｆｕｃｋｅｄ in here
- AND THERE’S A CAULDRON IN THE BACKGROUND LOL DEUCE WENT HAM
- BRING ME BACK MY FUCKING CAT— >:’0000
- I thought there’s going to be a festival not a fucking kidnapping event HEY
- Oh 👀 Rook pls help
- AAAHH SERIOUS ROOK IS HOT—
- IS THE OTHER DORM LEADERS CHILLING WHERE ARE THEY KALIM PLS BE SAFE
- OH RIDDLE IS NOT ANSWERING THEY GOT HIM TOO
- Oh ghad they got him during clubs WTF HOW—
- *nervous hornii chuckling* …angry expression silver 👁👄👁 im sorry
- AAAA Dorm leaders actually be acting like dorm leaders is soo cool i cant—
- Bruh the story is all chaos what is this chapter
- Are they gonna get Leona and Azul too what—
- RIDDLE BABY Jesus christ dont overblot like this again lol
- DAMN HE STRONG FOR A SMOL BOI THO
- Whoever made these robots wtf is their deal lol TO BE ABLE TO BEAT A DORM LEADER—
- …Bruh where is our horned friend when u need him
- Silver and Sebek theorizing with dorm leaders but they took Jamil tho?? It’s probably the overblot men they’re after
- Also Malleus is probably good so you two calm down lol Lilia’s probs having tea with him right now
- Okay, Leona how are you going to get captured KING.
- Omg everything is getting destroyed wtf
- AW LEONA SAVED RUGGIE THATS CUTE AND COOL AF
- Bruh leona these are material robots— cant you just turn them into sand lol
- Oh they do have some kind of brand cmon just turn them into sand pls
- WHAT THE FUCK
- LEONA-SAN!? WHY ARE YOU GIVING UP— OJI-TAN!!!
- OLD MAN WHAT—
- *hearing leona whisper his reasons ✋ 👁👄👁 🤚 okay sir im sorry
- Damn Leona acting like a real prince right now— it’s kinda hot 👀👀
- BRUH PLS COME BACK DONT TALK LIKE YOU AINT GONNA
- BRO WHERE ARE THE TEACHERS
- THE BOARD GAME CLUB
- Idia : “bro we just chilling be cool— MY CHESS PIECE“
- “Aight ortho what’s the situation” “ｆｕｃｋｅｄ＂
- So Idia of course knows about this— why does he look like he’s so done lmao me getting the feeling this isnt the first time idia has encountered this situation before lol
- Man i want to see azul in action too but mehh— Idia told him to settle down cries
- LOL WHAT IS THIS KARONE ROBOTS
- Wait— are they taking idia too?? OH IS THIS THE DOING OF IDIA’S FAMILY
- WHERE IS CROWLEY— THE TEACHERS, YOUR IMPORTANT STUDENTS ARE GETTING KIDNAPPED
- AH THEY ALSO KNOW ABOUT THESE STYX BITCHES WHAT— and they’re just letting them GO whaaat
- Sounds to me that this must be idia’s family taking care of the overblotting students?? Like to protect Idia or something?? I DONT—
- “Gather all the dorm leaders” No, sir, they’re already gone besides my sunshine and the horn boi
- Malleus??? 👁👄👁 TSUNOTAROU
- Pls kill the robots they destroyed my place
- AAH UPSIDE DOWN LILIA long time no see lol
- Bruhh the diasomnia students are so lucky to have Malleus as a dorm leader omg
- BRUH LILIA’S RINGTONE IS SO CUTE LMAO
- Kalim sounds so desperate im so sad
- ARE WE— ARE WE GONNA MEET MALLEUS AGAINNN
- Bruh they just goku teleported their way out of the dorm lol
- AAAAHH EVERYONE IS HERE THIS IS SO FUN
- Wait jack is not here lol did they just forget about him wtf
- Oh shit we here too i did not know LMAO
- S-So are we just gonna..continue school like— like these styx bitches didnt just ruin half the school, my dorm, injure my bois, and took my cat or…???
- GASP AAAA STYX IS A BLOT RESEARCH FACILITY WHAAAT
- So that’s why leona and idia be like bro this is not worth it
- O-Oh yeah— they…they didnt know that Vil overblot— PFFT
- Malleus pls information who are you talking about—
- WHO— LILIA MALLEUS OH NO
- Ey, overblot squad are assembled lol this looks so dangerous
- LMAOO Riddle was sleeping on Leona’s lap for three hours THATS SO CUTE
- Where the fck did they take them, ITS CRAMPED AF
- Bro they’re just exposing Vil and Jamil’s overblot that’s supposed to be a SECRET LOL
- Oji-tan can sound so wise and reliable like this if he really tried lol sugar daddy energy
- Wtf these guys never thought that idia was from a big shot family??? They thought it was just coincidence that they had the same family name PFFT
- AZUL AAAA He was right there my guy BUSINESS OPPORTUNITY MAN
- oh. They finally opened— isn’t this the ignihyde dorm what
- WHAT THE FU— IDIA
- Bro— WHAT WAS THAT IT WAS IDIA ALL ALONG???
- WHAT IS THIS CHAPTER
This chapter is a fucking roller coaster like— literal 0 to 100 ＱＵＩＣＣ From having a moment with Vil and the bois to a FUCKING TERRORIST ATTACK LMAO IM HYPED FOR NEXT CHAP—
It’s been so long, I hope they released the next part soon (๑>◡<๑) I forgot how fine these men are lol at least I want to hear their voices again 👁👄👁
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the viktor vector romance path + ending we deserve
Disclaimer: This is definitely something I came up with in my head. There will be a few instances that are solely made up so it can tie in with the “story.” This is purely fictional; something I wished happened if there was a possible Vik romance 🥰 This is based on my general knowledge of the game & Vik’s life. All gifs + images are from my own personal play through, but wouldn’t be possible without the help of the Appearance Menu Mod, found on Nexus Mods by the creators, MaximiliumM and CtrlAltDaz. And the shirtless Vik mod by the lovely samsnak ♡
It would start after completing the Paid In Full quest where you pay Vik back the eddies you owe him.
I feel like realistically, the general player would have to be at least halfway through the story to have collected enough eddies. I would say that a good point in the story where we can begin the romance is that you’ve already established a connection to Alt and have dealt with the VDB’s.
I think it would be a short side quest like River’s. Vik already plays a big part in the story overall on his own, so I don’t think it’s necessary to make his “side quest” too long. His romance would just be an addition to the ending.
And as much as I would love for him to be a bisexual option for both male/female V, if we’re sticking with the game’s standard with limiting partners to only one kind of partner, he would only be romance-able by a female V with a feminine voice.
V: Finally scrounged up enough eddies to pay you back in full.
Vik: Hold on to ‘em just in case - you need ‘em more than me.
V: I’m not taking them all the way to my grave, Vik. Here. And.. thanks again for doing so much work on me ‘thout ever seein’ an enny.
Vik: That’s what friends are for.
Then, there is an additional option for dialogue to trigger the romance path.
V: Friends? I think you’ve been in and out of my body more than anyone else I’ve hooked up with in Night City.
He laughs, with a coy smile. “Well, can’t argue with you there. Why don’t we take some of these eddies and grab a drink. You know, to celebrate. Catch up on old times. Haven’t seen you round here much lately, kid.”
You agree to meet at the El Coyote Cojo tomorrow evening.
You meet around 9 PM and you are welcomed by the sight of Pepe and Vik at the bar.
V: Nice choice of venue.
Vik: Thought you’d like it. Haven't been here since.. well, you know.
V: I miss him, Vik.
Vik: I know, V. Me too.
You immediately take a seat and tinker with a few dialogue options, where you can either have a sweet moment talking about Jackie or some surface questions to ask, like how he’s doing, what kind of drink he likes, etc. But it all winds down to Jackie anyway, where Vik confides in you about his past. Judging by how Vik was so affected by Jackie’s death, and V’s (if you chose the suicide ending), you can tell that he has lost a lot in his life, and keeps his circle very small.
You then achieve an even closer, more personal relationship with him. But, ultimately nothing happens other than the usual, wait 24 hours in game for a text/phone call from Vik to head into the next stage. At least now, you have established the foundation for a future romance.
Halfway through the 24 hour period, you get a text from Vik thanking you for the lovely evening. No reply needed, as he calls you once the 24 hour mark hits and invites you out for another date.
You meet at Tom’s Diner for coffee in the afternoon. It starts off with him apologizing for being emotional the previous night and asks if you’re open to hanging out again and going down to Pacifica to watch a fight with him.
Vik: Hey, V. I just wanted to apologize about last night. I didn’t mean to be such a downer.
V: It’s okay, Vik. We share the same grief.
Vik: I was going to head down to Pacifica and catch a real good match later on today. I was wondering if you’d like to come along, think it’d be great for the both of us, you know, as a distraction.
pssst even Johnny’s rooting for y’all ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
Johnny: Hmm, interesting.
V: What?
Johnny: Never thought you'd be going out with this guy.
V: Vik's amazing. And I mean--we basically owe it to him since he practically saved our life.
Johnny: Don't tell me you're going out with him out of pity.
V: I'm not.
Johnny: I know, I can feel you get all mushy-gushy. It's almost repulsive. Just wanted to hear you admit it.
V: Eat a dick, Johnny.
You arrive before the GIM and blend into the crowd.
V: Nothin’ like watching guys beat the shit out of each other to get your blood pumpin’, huh?
Vik: This is a real good matchup, V. This kid’s fresh, young talent.
V: You miss it, don’t you?
Before the fight begins, Vik shares a story about his time in the ring and coming in second in the Watson Boxing Grand Prix.
There’s some extra fun options in the dialogue, you can bet some eddies on who’s gonna win, or side with him. The fight ends, and you two head outside.
Since you’re already out in Pacifica, you head over to the boardwalk (where you would ride the roller coaster with Johnny) and he starts telling you about the last days of his boxing career and how he transitioned from the sport to being a ripperdoc.
You both share a sweet moment with each other, reminiscing about old times and talking about V’s future with the relic. This is where I would see Vik confessing how he feels about you, mentioning how grateful he is for Jackie introducing you to him.
The evening ends and Vik asks you to give him some time to try and dig up some footage from his storage and have you come over to watch. You can kiss him then wait another 24 in game hours before the last quest. Halfway through, he texts you and asks you what you’d like for dinner. You can opt for pizza or chinese.
I haven’t seen or read anything about how or where Vik lives. If I overlooked something, please let me know! But for the sake of the story, let’s say he does actually have his own place that’s now introduced in the game. Personally, I think he has a typical bachelor pad, like a really nice apartment. Not too far from his clinic either. He looks like he would just walk to work. Vik definitely has a lot of money, but he’s so humble I doubt he would choose to live lavishly. As mentioned in the beginning, he typically just “sleeps nights” ever since he was over “being a legend” so I’m guessing his lifestyle is very routine. He goes to work, goes home, sleep. Seems unlikely he has a place like the Peralez’s. It would probably be just the same as V’s but decorated to his taste.
The evening comes and you are over at his place. He’s dressed in just a white undershirt, no exo-glove. You get to know more about his family, how he grew up — scanning things around his place. Then he plays some footage of one of his fights for you, while you two have a conversation and share a beer. As you two sit on the couch, you get close, then have an opportunity to kiss him.
then this is where da sex happen hihihi (ノ・ω・)ノ
The next morning you wake up and you two have a heartfelt conversation about where this is going. He already knows your situation, so I would assume he is very accepting and supportive. And with Vik, he seems like the kind of guy who would still want to be in your life and keep the friendship the same way despite no longer being together romantically. So it’s official. He’s your man 🥵 !!11!1!
Like how River gives you the “fuck the police” tank top after sleeping with him, I think Vik would give you his Night City Devils t-shirt that provides you with a significant amount of armor or some kind of cyberware upgrade that makes you invulnerable for a brief moment while using your hands to fight enemies.
Note: I was thinking of Vik giving V his boxing glove necklace, but because it's part of his character's appearance in the game, I don't think we would be able to essentially "take it" from him - unless he gives you a replica as a keepsake. Which I think would also work.
If you successfully romance, during the rooftop scene near the end of Nocturne OP55N1 (despite Vik’s disposition of him telling you to take matters in your own hands and being a little closed off), you still have an option to reach out to him when Johnny advises you to call a loved one.
V: Hey, Vik. I just wanted to say, thanks for hanging with me, until the end.
Vik: Quit talking like it is, V. Just do what you need to do.
V: I mean, think of it. It’s like I’m heading into the last round of this whole thing.
Vik: Well, in that case.. remember—keep your hands up, guarded at all times. It ain’t over just yet.
V: Heh.. I can feel it, just a few more punches.
Vik: Now look at you - the new welterweight champ of Night City.
V: Thanks, coach.
Vik: Last piece of advice from the coach's corner. Just.. be careful, kid. Remember, I’m with you.
Okayyyy, soooo I’m not the biggest fan of how CDPR gave us two of the same endings (Path of Glory). The only difference is that Rogue’s life is spared. I would have assumed that not only would we get to keep Rogue around, things should have played a bit more differently for V if we took the route of going solo against the corpos. So let’s tweak it.
This specific ending; it should be after getting through Don’t Fear The Reaper where you single-handedly manage to rip through Arasaka by yourself. Johnny goes back to Alt & Rogue is still alive. Yes nobody dies!!!
(honestly this ending can apply to any love interest you choose)
Vik and V are now living together in a lavish penthouse, entertaining an upcoming merc to do their work for them (which is now the current POV of the player.) You were recruited by Rogue at the Afterlife, who told you to visit this couple for a real, preem job.
They give you some vague details about the gig and go on for a brief moment about what you will be doing and what you should expect. Vik emphasizes to you that it’s important you get what they need because it’s for his wife, V, as her life depends on it.
As Never Gonna Fade Away is playing in the background, they tell you to break into Arasaka HQ.
Then the game officially ends.
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In the Weeds
Ransom + ‘reader likes to garden and neighbor likes to watch’ as requested by @siren-kitten-his
Finally got this done and it’s just smut, y’all, dark and dirty smut.
Warnings: noncon, sabotage, Ransom being his asshole self. As usual, your consumption is your responsibility. If you read these warnings and proceed, that’s your decision and any asks on the matter will be summarily defeated. If you can read 2000 words, you can read a warning.
Anyways, enjoy this little drabbling and have a great day, boo bears.
For weeks you’d been coming to the large house hidden away behind the winding driveway, trees carefully lined its borders. Weeks and you had yet to met its owner. On your first day, instructions had been left in a letter beside a bottle of water. The list was typed out and terse. A roster of duties.
Every Sunday you drove up the carefully laid mosaic drive and lugged your bag with you, returning to your beat-up truck only to fetch the electric trimmers. Weeds, pruning, hedges, flowers… It was your typical work, the only difference was your still anonymous and unseen employer.
The same water bottle sat on the front step, the same list. You didn’t need to read it at this point. You began your work, your jeans soon filthy with soil and grass stains as you made your way around the exterior of the house. Then there were the bushes along the perimeter. That always took much longer.
You opted for a break before you went about the last half of the list. You sat on the step and drank from the glass bottle. You replaced the attached cork and stood, stretching as the sun reached its peak above you.
“The sunflowers are starting to droop,” The voice scared you and you spun in surprise to face the man who stood on the other side of the screen door. You hadn’t even heard it open. “My mother chose them, you see? I find them tacky. They stick out like a sore thumb.”
“Oh,” You blinked. He watched you dully as you set down the glass bottle. “I could… re-home them. As long as I can dig out the roots.”
“Burn ‘em for all I care,” He scoffed. His blue eyes looked you up and down. “You’re a lot more diligent than the last gardener.”
“Thank… you,” You said awkwardly.
He leaned his elbow against the door frame as he peered through the screen. His dark blond hair was combed back neatly, his broad shoulders stretched the cotton henley. He looked like any trust funder you’d met. “I should get back to work.”
“Mmhmm,” He nodded and disappeared.
You turned slowly and grabbed your bag of tools. You wanted to look back but didn’t as you crossed to the hedges along the walkway. You knelt and began your careful pruning. You inched down the bushes, snip, snip, snip. The sun beat down as you reached the end and stood.
“She stole,” You winced as you were once more frightened by the man. “Can’t help but wonder why considering how much I’m paying to have leaves cut.”
“I’m sorry she did that,” You squinted as the sun seared your eyes. “Um…”
“Ransom Drysdale,” He introduced himself. “I have your card. I know your name.”
“Well, I was just about to do the back. I just need to… um, get there.” You bent and tucked your shears into your bag and lifted it.
“Looks good, so far,” He said as he followed you from the other side of the hedge. “I can get you some more water.”
“I’m almost done,” You assured him. “But thank you.”
“Alright,” He stopped and you carried on.
You felt him watched you as you disappeared around the back of the house. As you set up, you fought to focus on the work. The rose bushes were always the most obstinate. You took out your pruners and set to detaching the dying buds and stray branches.
As you moved from the white petals to the reds, you sensed something. You glanced over. The man, Ransom, was sat in one of the lawn chairs on the patio outside the tall glass doors. He was far but not so far away that you couldn’t tell he watched you. Well, if his last gardener had sticky fingers, how could you blame him?
You finished up and looked around one last time. You buckled up your large bag and slid the folded paper out of the side pocket, running down the list just to make sure. As you stood, bag slung over your shoulder, you found that your employer had gone as swiftly as he’d appeared.
You hauled it back around the house. The water bottle was gone. You went to your truck and dumped your bag in the bed. You climbed in the front and turned the engine. It kicked up but as you shifted into reverse, then puttered and died. You tried again. Odd. You’d just had it in for an oil change and they said it was in good shape.
You got out and walked around the pick-up. You checked out every inch then opened the hood. You didn’t really know what you were looking for. A shadow came up behind you and two large hands settled on the truck’s nose, a pair of thick arms blocking you in.
“Problem?” Ransom’s warm breath tickled your scalp. You went rigid, unsure of what to do. You didn’t know what to do.
“No.” You said. “Probably just overheated.”
You pushed against his arm but he didn’t move. You grabbed the other which proved just as immovable. You turned around in the tight space between him and the truck.
“What are you doing?”
“Just having a look,” He said coolly. “You think it’s the battery?”
“I don’t know.” You tried to sidestep him again but he still wouldn’t move. “Let me go.”
“You know, at first, I watched you because I was bored. Then it became almost a hobby. Something to look forward to.” He leaned in and you could smell his cologne. “Then I thought about you. After. And you just kept popping up in my head.”
“I don’t know you.” You said firmly. “Get away from me so I can call a tow.”
“It’ll take them at least an hour to get out here.” He said. “What are you supposed to do while you wait?”
“Stop.” You grabbed his arm and pushed. He chuckled at your pathetic attempt to move him. “What do you want?”
“I’m sure you can guess.”
He reached up and grabbed the lip of the hood. His other hand went to your throat as he backed up just a little and drew you with him. He closed the hood with a bang and you flinched. You grasped his wrist and twisted. He barely seemed to notice as his fingers tightened.
He leaned in and his chiseled features turned malicious. He grabbed your shoulder and spun you to face the truck. He pushed you against the hood and you caught yourself on the hot metal. He crushed you with his body and his hot breath glossed over your head.
“I lied.” He nuzzled your head. “The last gardener quit. He hated the commute.”
“Get off.” You tried to elbow him and he grabbed the back of your head. He slammed it down onto the truck and held you there. “Ow, stop!”
“And on top of finding a new gardener, the bitch I called a girlfriend decided she needed to follow her dreams or whatever shallow shit those spoiled princesses believe these days.” He growled and pushed his crotch into your ass. “And then you show up. Sweet little flower girl. Hard worker… and for what? A beat up Ford and dirt under your nails.”
“Let me go!”
“You know I pay well to have the flowers watered, how much do you think I’d pay for… personal services?”
“You’re disgusting.” You hissed.
“Well,” He laughed. “I guess I don’t have to pay.”
He pulled on the back of your jeans as you wriggled against the hood, the metal seared your cheek. His arm snaked around you as he picked your fly open and pushed his hand down the front of your panties. You gasped as he kicked your feet apart and force his fingers between your legs.
“You like to get dirty, flower girl?” He muttered in your ear. “Hmm.” He rubbed his fingers along your folds. “I think that’s my answer.”
You closed your eyes. You were wet. Sweat, mostly, from the day in the sun, but more. Adrenaline, fear… He shoved a finger inside you and you squeaked. Your feet slipped on the stone work below.
“Please… stop,” You begged and he pushed another finger in.
“Weird how you don’t sound like you mean it,” He drew his fingers in and out as he pressed the heel of his hand to your clit. “How it feels…” He paused as you trembled. “Like you want it.”
“Ransom, Ransom…” You said his name. “Please. This isn’t--”
He filled you to his knuckles and you whimpered.
“Shhh,” He breathed. “This is a respectable neighbourhood… not that anyone can hear you.”
He slid his fingers out of you and left a slick trail along your pelvis as he pulled back. He ripped down your jeans from behind. His hand moved to your neck and he squeezed painfully. He wrenched your panties down and pinched your bare ass. You whined and kicked helplessly.
You pushed on the hood, trying to force him off. You only ended up with your ass pressed against him.
“Oh, I like that,” He stepped back and slapped your ass. “You really think you can win.”
“Please--”
He slapped you again. You swallowed your protests and he shifted behind you. The smooth whisper of a zipper followed and had you tensed against the truck. Your sweaty hands slipped over the metal.
He prodded you with his tip as he stepped closer. He bent his knees against your legs. He guided his dick along your cunt, poking around until he found your entrance. You inhaled sharply as he inched inside. Your walls clenched around him as he sank into. You were taken off your feet as he rammed into you entirely. You cried out and slapped the hood.
“Ow, stop, stop.” You exclaimed.
His hand left your neck as he grabbed your hips instead. He slammed you into the truck as he thrust into you harshly. You lifted your head as your back arched. Your toes fought to find traction on the ground as you whimpered and reached to try to pull yourself away from him. He easily rocked you back into him as he rutted into you.
Your nerves buzzed as he fucked you harder, the hem of his shirt brushed against your ass each time. You panted as the heat gathered along your spine and stormed through your core. You were so close and the thought repulsed you. Your disgust quickly flitted away as his grunts permeated the air around you.
Your eyes rolled back and you dropped your head back to the hood. You smothered your moans in your arm but your body betrayed you with a violent spasm. You came and he barely seemed to notice as he sped up.
He bent over you and pushed your legs together. Your walls grew even snugger around him and he groaned. He swore as he twitched and pulled out of you suddenly. He tugged on your jeans as he climaxed in a series of primal snarls. He released you and his shoes scraped against the stonework. He sighed over the metallic zip and you found your feet below you.
You turned, slowly. You looked down at your jeans, rolled below your thighs. Your panties were shiny with his cum as you stared at them dumbly. Your legs shook as your stomach turned.
“Pull those up, flower girl,” Ransom sneered. “It’s not professional to walk around with your ass out.”
You lifted your head and blindly grasped the waist of your jeans. You pulled them up and the wet fabric pressed against your cunt. You buttoned your fly as you watched him reach into his pocket. He pulled out a metal part and winked.
“Pretty sure I can just screw this back into place.” He smirked. “Next Sunday, same time.” He passed you lifted the hood. “I’ll leave the door unlocked.”
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New World CH. Fifteen
Title: Woodbury
Words: 2119
Warnings: Strong language, assault
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It was supposed to be an easy run. In and out. Get the stuff the baby, and you, needed along with whatever else you could find and get back to the prison. But no. Some jackass had to make things hard.
Glenn had gotten inside the store first and right when you were about to join him, you heard something. Looking around, you saw nothing and turned back to Glenn.
“Hey, Glenn, grab that toy,” you said.
“Which one?”
“The duck. And any other ones you can find. If these kids are going to be growing up in a prison they could use some toys.” Glenn laughed but did as you asked. After he grabbed some formula and some other stuff, he came back outside.
“We just hit the powdered formula jackpot.”
“Good. What else did you find?”
“Some batteries, beans, cocktail wieners, and a lot of mustards.”
“Great, more beans,” you muttered. “Seems like that’s all that left.”
“What’s wrong with beans?” Glenn asked you.
“They sound gross right now. Did when I was preg—.” You stopped yourself but the damage had already been done.
“Holy shit, you’re pregnant?” Glenn said. You nodded and he gave you a giant hug. “It’s gonna be okay.”
“I know.” You closed your eyes and felt him kiss your forehead softly.
“Come on. We should get back. Thankfully it’s a straight shot back to the prison from here,” he said.
“Hopefully we’ll make it back in time for dinner. And you can get back to Maggie.” Your voice was teasing and you giggled at how red Glenn’s face was turning.
“And you can get back to your baby daddy.”
“He doesn’t know, Glenn,” you said.
“What? Why not?”
“I found out yesterday. A few hours before—“ You swallowed then sighed. “The quiet’s nice. You can hear the walkers everywhere back home.”
“And where is it y’all call home?” A voice rang out. Turning sharply, you saw a man pointing a gun at you. You dropped the basket full of formula to the ground and quickly drew your weapon.
“Merle?” Glenn said. You shot him a glance before turning your eyes back to the stranger. So this was the infamous Merle? Huh, you thought he’d be taller.
“Wo-ow!” He said with a laugh. Merle put his gun down and his hands up before walking towards you.
“Back the hell up,” you said, raising your gun higher.
“Okay, okay. Jesus, honey.”
“Don’t call me that.”
“You made it,” Glenn said.
“Is my brother alive? Can ya tell me that?”
“Yeah. He’s alive.” Merle seemed relieved that his brother was alive and he reached a hand towards Glenn slightly.
“Hey, ya take me ta him and I’ll call it even for everythin’ that happened on that roof,” Merle said. “No hard feelin’s whatsoever.”
Glenn said nothing and his eyes flickered over to the man’s hand. Or lack of one. A long blade was strapped to his arm and it looked deadly.
“Ya like it? I found myself a medical supply warehouse. Fixed it up myself.”
“We’ll tell Daryl you’re here and he’ll come out to meet you,” Glenn said.
You knew that Merle had some problems with the group from before and that alone didn’t want to bring him back. Merle didn’t like that idea and got defensive.
“Just hold on a second.” He started walking closer and Glenn held his hand out.
“Stop walking,” he said. Merle did and you shifted nervously.
“Tha fact that we found each other is a god damn miracle. Ya can trust me, come on now.”
The way he said that was enough for you to not trust him and you eyed him warily.
“You trust us. Stay here. We’ll bring Daryl to you.”
“No!” Merle pulled out a gun from his waistband and shot the rear window of your car out.
Ducking, you spun around and fell to the floor. You weren’t quick enough and you felt a piece of glass cut your cheek. Then, a body crashed into yours and you found yourself being held by Merle. His knife arm was around your neck and his gun was pointed at your head. When Glenn came around the car and saw you, you could see the fury in his eyes.
“Hold up, buddy. Hold up,” Merle said.
“Let go of her. Right now!”
“Put that gun in tha car. Put it in tha car, son!”
Glenn did as he was told, eyes never leaving you. Taking a deep breath, you gave Glenn a smile. Then you rammed the back of your head into Merle’s face. Scrambling to get free while he was disorientated, you almost got out of his grip but he collected himself before you could. Merle hit you with the butt of his pistol and you saw black spots swim before your eyes. Blinking them away, you felt Merle’s grip on you tighten.
“I wish ya didn’t do that, sweetheart,” Merle spat. Looking at Glenn he said, “We’re goin’ for a little drive.”
“We’re not going back to our camp.”
“No, we’re not. Now get in tha car Glenn. You’re drivin’.” Glenn looked like he wanted to protest more, but Merle dug the barrel of his gun deeper into your temple. You whimpered, still a bit out of it.
“Move!”
“Okay. I’m going.” Glenn got into the driver’s seat and you were shoved into the passengers. Merle got in behind you and continued holding the gun to your head.
The drive was completely silent and you were pretty sure that you had passed out for a couple minutes. Then you got to the place Merle was taking you. It looked like a town. There were walls made up of vehicles and metal and there were armored guards everywhere too. But you only saw a glimpse of it before Merle instructed Glenn to turn right. He led you to the back of a building before telling Glenn to cut the engine.
“Ya stay right where ya are, Glenn,” Merle said. “I’ll help out sweetheart here.”
He climbed out of the car and opened your door before grabbing you and hauling you out.
“C’mon now. Let’s getcha inside.”
With his gun still pointed at your head, Glenn had no choice but to do what he was told. When you got inside, Merle shoved you into the first room and locked the door. You heard him take Glenn into the room right next door and after a minute, he came back to you. You didn’t fight it as he made you sit down in a chair and tied your hands behind your back. He left shortly after and you heard the lock click in place.
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Sam and Dean
Dean was outside with Beth when Rick and Carl saw a woman standing there. He stood by Beth, watching with worried eyes as they brought her into the prison. Carl got a towel while Beth got water. Dean was holding the baby, keeping her calm.
“Rick?” Daryl said. “Who the hell’s this?”
“You wanna tell us your name?” Rick asked the woman. She didn’t answer and Rick repeated the question. When she still said nothing, Daryl spoke again.
“Y’all come in here,” he said.
“Everything alright?”
“You’re gonna wanna see this.”
Rick gave the go ahead so Dean followed Beth in to the cell block, Hershel and Carl behind them. Rick talked to the woman for a few seconds before following, the woman’s sword in hand. Daryl locked the door and led everyone to one of the cells. In the cell sat an exhausted looking Carol. Sophia was right next to her, hugging her mother tightly. Sam and Maggie were sitting with her and when Carol saw everyone, she stood up shakily and went to hug Rick.
“Thank god,” Rick said, holding Carol close. Dean couldn’t keep the smile off of his face.
“How?” Hershel asked.
“Solitary,” Carol said with a small laugh.
“Poor thing must’ve fought her way inta a cell. Passed out from dehydration.”
Carol let go of Hershel and saw Dean next. He was still holding onto his sister and when Carol saw the baby, she turned to Rick with a smile on her face. Rick’s face fell and Carol immediately started to comfort him.
“I’m so sorry,” she whispered. She turned to Carl and put her hand on his cheek before taking the baby from Dean’s arms. Dean watched the interactions with a sad smile on his face, his hand on Carl’s shoulder.
After Carol was all settled, Rick walked back into the common area. Dean, Sam, Hershel, and Daryl with him.
“We can stitch up that wound for you. Give you some food and water then send you on your way. But you have to tell us how you found us and why you were carrying formula,” Rick said.
“The supplies were dropped by a young Asian man and a pretty girl,” the woman said. Dean stood up straighter and looked at Sam, a worried look on his face.
“What happened?” Rick asked.
“Were they attacked?” Sam asked.
“They were taken.”
“Taken? What the fuck do you mean, taken?” Dean said, hands clenching in anger.
“Taken? Taken by who?”
“Taken by the same douchebag that shot me.”
“These are our people. Our family. You’re gonna tell us what happened now!” Rick went and put pressure on her wound. The woman hissed in pain and swatted his hand away.
“You’d best start talkin’,” Daryl said, crossbow raised. “Or ya problems are gonna be bigger than a gunshot wound.”
“Find ‘em yourself,” she said, eyes narrowed. Rick told Daryl to put the crossbow down and put himself in between the two of them.
“There was a reason you came here,” Rick said. The woman looked at the floor before looking at Rick.
“There’s a town. It’s called Woodbury and has around seventy-five survivors. I think they were taken there,” she said.
“A whole town?”
“It’s run by a guy who calls himself the Governor.”
“He got muscle?” Daryl asked.
“Paramilitary wannabes. There’s armed sentries on every wall.”
“You know a way in?” Sam asked.
“The place is secure from walkers but we should be able to slip our way through.”
“How’d you know how to get here?”
“The girl said something about a prison. Mentioned it was a straight-shot in this direction.”
Rick was silent for a second before pointing to Hershel. “This is Hershel. He’s gonna be the one stitching you up. And they’re Sam and Dean. They’re the brothers of the girl who was taken.”
With that, Rick walked away. Daryl followed immediately but it took a second for Sam and Dean to follow. They both gave the woman a hard look before walking back into the cell block.
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“How do we know we can trust her?” Oscar asked.
“Does it matter? This is Glenn and [y/n] we’re talking about. Why are we even debating?” Beth said.
“We ain’t. I’ll go after ‘em,” Daryl said.
“You can’t go alone. This place sounds secure,” Rick said, tapping his foot.
“I’ll go,” Beth said. Axel and Oscar said the same and Rick shook his head.
“Dean, Daryl, the woman, and I will go.”
“I’m going too,” Sam said. “Like hell you’re gonna stop me from going to get my sister.”
“You need to stay here just in case they manage to escape before we get there. And Adeline is going to need you,” Rick said to Sam. Sam wanted to argue, but he knew that Rick’s point was a valid one.
“Fine. But if you guys don’t come back within twenty-four hours, I’m going out there to get you.”
“Deal.”
With that, the meeting dispersed. Daryl packed a bag full of the flash bangs and tear gas. Dean walked out to the Impala with Sam and gathered a few shotguns and about half of the non-salt ammo along with a few knives.
“She’s gonna be fine, Sammy. She’s tough and can handle herself,” Dean said. Sam gave a grunt as a response and hauled the duffle over his shoulder before bringing it to the car they were taking.
Before they left, Dean walked over to Carol and Maggie, kissing their cheeks, kissing the baby and both toddlers foreheads after.
“Keep an eye on her. She’s a handful,” Dean said.
“I think I got it covered. Now you go on and get them back safe and sound, okay?” Carol said. She rubbed Adeline’s back, the toddler clinging to Sam.
“Bring [y/n] back,” Sophia said softly.
“I will, sweetheart.” Dean gave them a smile and walked over to the car. He got in the backseat next to Daryl. It was time to get his sister back.
#New World#daryl dixon x reader#reader insert#x reader#daryl dixon fanfiction#daryl x reader#twd x reader#spn x reader#twd#spn
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Y’all want some prompts? Here’s the prompt store:
Some tws: not intense ones but: homophobia, injuries, drinking, smoking, drugs, swearing
Sad-
Johnny gets beat up, Dally finds him
The greasers lose a rumble
Dally tries to drink his gayness away
Soda dies, Steve is broken
Dally dies. What does Johnny do?
Dally misses his mom
Dally wishes he had a family
What happens after two go to war, and only one comes back?
After the book: describe everyone, what they do, how they act, how they’re broken
5 times Dallas Winston didn’t die, and the 1 time he did
Soda and Steve fight
They break up
They realize they can’t live without eachother
Happy-
Dally and Johnny-first kiss
Steve and Soda-sneaking around(bonus-someone catches them)
Steve and Soda-first kiss
Steve and Soda-kids
Steve getting frustrated at someone or something and Sodas just like *calm down, deep breaths*
Soda makes the gang do yoga
Someone threatens Johnny, Dally makes them pay.
Darry saves pony from some Socs. He expects a lecture, but doesn’t get it
The gang bands together
Cute:
Dallys sick, Johnny takes care of him
Soda takes care of Steve when he has like a hangover
Soda has a panic attack, Steve helps
Soda has a panic attack, Darry/Pony help
Dally DOES NOT like thunderstorms, guess what, one happens.
Dally questions his sexuality, Johnny comforts him. (They aren’t dating)
Johnny gets scared by something, dally comforts him
Johnny falls asleep in Dallys arms.
Dally saves Johnny from his parents
Steve finds Soda crying
Dally has a nightmare
Pony hasnt been giving Darry his lunch money change...they figure out he never eats lunch. The Socs are beating the money out of him
Artsy-
Dallys life story
Johnny before he met the gang
How Darry deals with stress
How Soda met sandy (and how they broke up)
How Steve and Soda fell for eachother
How Dally feels about Johnny
Steve Randle before he met the gang
Dally and Johnny having deep conversations under the stars
Johnny cant sleep, he wanders off. Dallys terrified, trying to find him
Johnny & Dally,
1. Being caught meeting up discreetly by either A. Soda B. Darry C. Steve.
2. Dally having a panic attack and Johnny comforting him. (or vise versa.)
3. Dally/Johnny having second thoughts but something gets rid of them.
4. Dally being just soft in general and getting teased.
5. Their first sleepover.
6. Them cleaning each other up after a rumble.
7. Johnny moving into Dally's room.
8. Dally trips and falls and Johnny laughs. - comedy gold right there folks
9. Johnny finding Dally when he was little on video, A. him trying to be *smexy* or B. him like just doing stupid shit as a child.
10. Them reading the outsiders.
11. Them DURING a rumble.
12. Them being caught by a soc *together* doing one of their secret meetup
13. Watching a scary movie together.
14. Johnny showing Dally a romance movie, Dally acts like he hates it, (he loves it).
15. Their first christmas together.
16. Their first argument. - sadness
17. They Breakup
18. They get back together.
Diologue
“I’ve heard about you. Dallas Winston, right?”
“I hate how it’s silent when you’re not around”
“Sleep here, please. Don’t stay out in the lot.”
“Did they touch you?”
“Cuddle?”
“Here, take my jacket.”
“Dont be afraid, Johnny. I’m right here.”
“Hey, you can talk to me, okay?”
“You’re not broken”
“You don’t have to do this alone.”
“Stay calm, deep breaths, okay?”
“You’re safe now. I got you”
“Do you know what it’s like? Huh?”
“Why do you love someone like me?”
“Please just hold me”
“Dont hurt him! Please, don’t hurt him”
I’m just trying to help.” “Well, I hate to break it to you, but you just made it worse.”
“Don’t I make you happy?”
“You’re going to get someone hurt.”
“I never thought you’d be the one to break my heart.”
“Don’t underestimate me.”
“You’re a complete mess, but I don’t care.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Did I just see you smile?”
“You’re dumber than I thought if you think I’m letting you do this alone.”
“If I could go back in time, I’d still choose you.”
“So… I might’ve been a little drunk.” “Only a little?”
“I honestly have no idea what I’m doing.”
“I can’t believe we’re dating.”
“Please don’t tell me you filmed that.” “Of course I filmed it.”
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
“I meant what I said, every word of it.”
“I can’t stay mad at you, and that pisses me off.”
“Why didn’t you tell me this earlier?”
“I knew you’d overreact.”
“I specifically told you not to leave.”
“You’re not as heartless as you pretend to be.”
“Stop hogging the blankets!”
“I’m not in the mood.”
“I know it’s the middle of the night, but can you come over, please?”
“You know I love you, right?”
“How did you find me?”
“That was a really shitty apology.”
“Not to be dramatic, but I think we’re all going to die.”
“I should’ve fought for us.”
“I love you, okay? I’ll say it as many times as you need to hear it.”
“Everyone wanted to give up on me, except you.”
“We have to leave the country.”
“Are you seriously still angry at me?” “You ate the last donut!”
“Come to bed.”
“Don’t touch me.”
“Just forget everything I said.”
“Seeing you smile makes my day.”
“You mean the world to me.”
“Oh no, you are not dragging me into this.”
“I know you’re trying to push me away, but I won’t let you.”
“The only person I need right now is you.”
“You look really good, by the way.”
“You realise this sounds totally crazy, right?”
“What’s my problem? You’re my fucking problem!”
“You make me a better person.”
“Don’t give me that look.”
“Okay, but consider this: I don’t care.”
“Oh, thank God you’re awake.”
“That’s an order.”
“Promise me you’ll come back.”
“You had another nightmare, didn’t you?”
“We have to look out for each other.”
“You’re going to get yourself killed!”
“Just stay away from me, okay?”
“No one can know about this.”
“The only place I feel safe in is your arms.”
“We’re done.”
“Don’t get used to it.”
“Do you ever regret it?”
“At this point, you’re the only thing keeping me sane.”
“I love it when you laugh.”
“If we’re going to do this, we’re going to do it together.”
“We’ll make it work.”
“Do you ever think about running away?”
“I can’t lose you.”
“You deserve someone better than me.”
“Come here, I want to show you something.”
“You’ve got to be more careful.”
“You’re actually pretty cute.”
“I’m so tired of feeling like this.”
“What did I do wrong?”
“Why does everything always turn to shit?”
“You shouldn’t have done that.”
“I’m a monster.”
“I don’t understand.”
“Can I freak out now?”
“What did you expect? For everything to just go back to normal?”
“I just needed to hear your voice.”
“What I’m about to do is totally crazy, but just roll with it.”
“I know you don’t care, you don’t have to pretend.”
“You owe me.”
“Of course I was worried about you.”
“How much time do we have left?”
“You look different.”
“How could you even think that?”
“Let me out of here!”
“That’s a good picture of you.”
“Give ‘em hell.”
“Get out of my way.”
“You want to know what I really think?”
“It’s about time.”
“You can’t keep ignoring this.”
“I hope you burn in hell.”
“I could think of worse ways to die.”
“Too late.”
“Can we start over again?”
“How do you always manage to look so perfect?”
“I didn’t know you could do that.”
“Run.”
“You love me?” “Of course I do, you dork.”
Darry Prompts :
1. Kids
2. Bills
3. Struggling with Sexuality
4. Panic Attack
5. Him during a rumble
6. Him and his brothers
7. Him on christmas
8. if he found out __ was pregnant/ gotten -- pregnant
9. getting jumped by socs
10. finding out ponyboy and johnny had ran away
11. headcannons
12. rando love story
13. coming out
14. missing his parents
15. his reaction to losing his parents
#I think I have more#idk where all of these are from either#starspams#/pos#credits to owners obvi#my friends and I made some up too
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Butterflies
Genre: Erik x oc
Words: a lot (I’m so sorry)
Summary: Joanna is a thug at heart but maybe not all the way through
BEEP BEEP BEEP be-
Erik shut off the alarm and look at the girl in his bed.
‘Seven? Sheela? Something with a s? I don’t fuckin know, she gotta get the fuck up tho’
Erik poked her in the back “Aye shawty, you gotta get up. “ she grunted and readjusted to get comfortable. Erik sighs, “AYO!” He shouted. She jumped up from her spot “What! It’s mad early!” “Exactly, that why you need to getcho ass up. I gotta work and I don’t know you like that so you gotta step” he said getting out of the bed.
She looked at him disappointed “Damn you really just gon kick me out like that?” She asked him. “Yea. Bye Keisha.” Erik walked into the bathroom closing the door. “MY NAME IS TIFFANY!” “Whatever the fuck it is, you gotta go” he said. Erik turned on the water ignoring whatever she was yelling at him and got in the shower so he could start his day.
Around 2:37 pm Joanna Brown woke up from her damn good dream about cheesecake and Captain America. “Shit!” She said as she finished her stretched. A good stretch. The one that makes you shake. “I should have called off today. I hate having to use my customer service voice to all them ugly ass men.” She said to herself. Jo worked at footlocker at the front register. She only kept the job because she was a sneaker head. Jo was very self conscious about her body but the men at her job didn’t give a damn about her feelings because her was shaped like the number 8. Even thought she had many customer complaints, they weren’t gonna fire her. She was the reason for half of their customers.
Jo turned on her music phone and connected it to her tv. “Rob the jewelry sto’ tell ‘em make me a grill”. Joanna milly rocked her way into the bathroom and started her showers he tied up her silver bundles and got in the water.
About 30 seconds later her primary phone rang. She looked at the screen and saw Erik’s name and the ugliest scared face you’ve ever seen. Tapping the screen she picked up the phone and started singing the song. “Got 30 down at the bottom 30 mo’ at the top, all invisible set with little ice cube blocks. If I could call it a dri-“ “I didn’t call you to hear yo fine ass sing nelly in my face” Erik said into the phone. Jo looked offended “So why dafuq did you call me?” “I called you to see if y’all got the new 11’s that just came out.” Jo looked into the phone “nigga I just got in the shower! I don’t even know if the sun is still yellow yet! And stop calling me pretty, you know I don’t like you”
Ever since they were in high school, Erik was sweet on Jo. She transferred from New York during their sophomore year. They eventually became friends after she fist fought the quarterback because he wouldn’t leave her alone. Even though they didn’t have any classes together he would always make sure that he saw her when she was at school. Erik liked Jo and was determined to get her to like him back. He would always compliment her and try to make her feel good about her self but Jo didn’t see it like that. Jo was a hood nigga, so she didn’t really want attention from men. Unless she needed some dick.
“Let me finish washing my ass first. I’ll hit you when I’m at work to let you know if we got em’” Erik smiled showing his caps “Thank you lil’ mama. Let me see ya titties” Jo hung up the phone “Bitch I am not showing you my titties” she said as she put the it back down. Willow Smiths - Wait a minute started to play on her tv “Oh this my shit!” She shouted as she turned up the volume.
‘Wait a minute! I think I left my conscience on your front door step! Woo-oo Woo-oo, Wait a minute I think I let my consciousness in the sixth dimension. But I’m here right now, right now”
Jo got in her navy blue 67’ impala that was given to her by her uncle. She started the car and the radio came on ‘FUCK A FLASH THIS AINT SNAPCHAT! CUZ IVE BEEN GETTIN’ PAID, YELLOW DIAMOND-‘. Jo jumped so high she hit her head on the roof of the car “Ow fuck! Shit” she said turning down the volume and rubbing her head. “Let me turn this shit down. I’m not the Same nigga from last night”
Pulling into the parking lot at the mall she looked at the time on her phone 4:02 ‘shiiiiiiiieeeeeeedddddd I still got 30 minutes’ she thought.
‘ when I get up all in ya’ and we can hear the angels callin us, and we can see the sunrise before us and when I’m in that thang, I make that body sang I make her say🚨🚨🚨’
“nigga this my shit!!” She said turning the up volume. The song turned down and switched to big gangster by Kevin gates. “Scuse me bitch... oh. What you want nigga!” She said to Erik as she got out the car. “Why yo thick ass just getting out the car?” He said staring directly at her . Jo stopped and looked around ‘Did this nigga wait here for me?’ “what kinda stalker shit is you on bruh?” She hung up the phone when she saw him. “Chill lil mama. I’m just trying to make sure my future wife got to work safe.” “Where she at?” Jo said confused. Erik sucked his teeth “Girl stop playin, you know it’s you. Wicho sexy ass, ooooh girl I’d love to see all that ass in a sundress.” He said licking his lips.
“Boy if you don’t get yo ass on somewhere. I wouldn’t dare marry yo ass. All the bitches you be fucking I don’t know where to dick been, nigga” she said grabbing her work bag out her backseat. “Why you ain’t take yo ass in the store? Everybody in there fuck wichu, they would have gave you a discount if you would have asked. Renee prolly would’ve gave you them shits for free, she in love wicho bum ass.” She said reaching for the door. Erik slapped her hand away from the handle. “Why you always do that like I can’t open the door” she said walking pass him. “When a man is present a women shouldn’t touch doorknobs or handles.” He said staring at her ass. “Mmmmhmmmm. Whatever nigga”
“Hi, welcome to footlocker! If you need anything just let me know!” Jo said in her customer service voice. “Fake ass” Erik said walking passed the counter. “Shut up and getcho shoes nigga!” She said back.
As Jo was reluctantly helping Erik, like the good employee she was, the door buzzer went off “Hi welcome to foo- Fuck. Welcome to footlocker if you need help please don’t ask me. “ Erik turned around and saw three men walk in the store and smirk at Jo. One was tall, about 6’4, light skin with a fucked up gumby haircut. The second one was shorter, kinda looked like Boosie with dreads. The third one looked like Dave east.....but dirty.
“Who dat?” He asked watching them walk around the store “Remember I told you about that nigga that keep coming in here bothering me but I can’t do shit cuz he buy ten pair of shoes?” He nodded “That’s his ugly ass. The dinghy one. He get on my fucking nerves. This nigga smoke boggies and think it’s ok to talk directly in my face like boy get the fuck on” she said scanning eriks shoes while he was laughing his ass off “This shit not funny bruh like, I told him I had a boyfriend but he won’t leave me the fuck alone”. Erik looked at her inquisitively “Did you describe ya so called boyfriend” he said putting quotes around boyfriend. She shook her head no. “Bet” he said. “Aye bro where you going?”
Erik walked over to the shoe display and picked up the cement grey 4’s “lil mama, y’all got these in a 12!” He asked. Jo looked up from the register to see Erik across the store “
What’s those?” “Come here and see” she rolled her eyes and put his other shoes under the counter and jogged over. “Oh the cements, let me check in the back” noticing the ‘Dave east’ looking at Jo, Erik slid his hand on her hip as she talked. She looked at him sideways like he was crazy. He lifted his brows as to say ‘play along’ Jo gave him a stink face but nodded slightly “Gimme a kiss ma” “no I’m at work” “you so mean to me” he said pouting.
Jo rolled her eyes and walked to the back room. “Aye bro. Why you pushing up on ole girl like that?” Erik turned around to see ‘Dave east’ looking like he wanted to fight. “And who the fuck is you to be asking about my girl?” He said as he squared his shoulders. ‘Dave east’ backed up a little “oh shit bro my bad I didn’t know that shorty was yours.” Erik clenched his jaw a little “ stop staring at my girl. And If she tell me you keep harassing her imma beat the shit outchu” Erik said slightly walking toward him. ‘Dave east’ turned around and walked away. “All we got is 11 and 13. “ Erik looked at jo “that’s fine mamas, I got some already. Thank you tho” jo looked at him “ so you telling me that you made me walk all the way ova he fah some shoes you already got? You deadass? Your total is $557.82” Erik smirked at her “I can’t get a thank you?” “Fah what?” Erik smiled real big “you see ya mans?” Jo looked around “what you say to him?” She said as her eyes lit up “I told him to stop talking to you and he left” jo raised an eyebrow “I know you lying but thank you” she held her hand out, Erik looked her up and down “ what?” He asked “give me yo money, hoe” jo said with an attitude. Erik sucked his teeth and gave her his card. “Declined” “WHAT!” “I’m just fucking witchu. Enjoy your day, sir!” “You play to fucking much” Erik mumbled as he walked out the store.
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Silent Words - Chapter 4
Word count: 1418
Warnings: cursing, angst and fighting, a little more fluff (i’m starting to go soft on y’all)
A/N: lmfao y’all 💀 I apologize okay, I don’t have anything to say for myself. I promise better times, better chapters and more frequent updates for the future 😳
Upon arriving at the safehouse, Y/N got out of the car before Bucky could park. She felt so relieved by fulfilling her father’s first wish that the young woman felt happy, so happy she could cook. In the meanwhile, Bucky was slightly startled seeing Y/N in such a chipper mood. The last time he checked, she had the blood of a man on her hands; literally. Even he always felt some sort of dreadfulness after killing the evilest people, and he’s killed a lot of people. After parking the car, he entered the house and heard the clinking of pots and pans and a hummed melody. He gulped, something must be seriously wrong. Is this her way of dissociating from what she just did?
“Y/N....” He said hesitantly. She hummed and turned around, looking at him expectantly.
He took in her appearance before he spoke.
“What- what are you doing?” Bucky stammered.
“Well, since I’ve had such a productive day, I figured I’d cook a nice dinner to celebrate the day!” Still as chipper as in the car.
He blinked, unable to say anything.
Her chipper attitude slowly turned into confusion, then into annoyance. “Are you gonna keep looking at me like you’ve peed your pants or are you gonna tell me what’s wrong?” She huffed.
“You’re... Covered in blood.” He said quietly, looking at her once crisp white shirt.
Her eyebrows shot up while her hand grabbed the nearest pan lid to look at herself. “Oh... Oh.” She slowly put down the lid and left the kitchen.
Bucky turned his body to watch her go. He hesitated to check up on her, but since he didn’t want any more scolding from her, he decided to finish making dinner instead.
Thirty minutes later, Y/N joined Bucky in the kitchen. Even though he wasn’t facing her, he knew that she was holding that envelope. She started reading.
My second wish is that you give Jackson Frazier my cigars. He used to love clipping cigars and smoking them, give him my 5x39 bundles.
“This is a 39 gun, if you shoot someone five times you get 5x39.” Dad shot me a knowing look, pay attention. “Like the cigars! You clip the head off and smoke ‘em. I would murder for one of those right now.” She nodded four times.
Bucky looked at her after she was quiet too long. She’s all up in her thoughts again, he thought. He patiently waited for her to snap out of it while scooping the food onto the plates.
“He wants me to take out Jackson Frazier too. He owed my dad big money but never paid him. A 5x39 means shooting someone five times with a 39 gun.” She said.
He nodded. He placed the plates, forks and cups on the table and got a bottle of wine. Even though he couldn’t get drunk, he liked the taste of it.
Bucky and Y/N sat across each other and quietly ate dinner.
“Have you ever killed someone.. before today?”
She was about to have another bite from the heavenly dinner when Bucky’s timid voice broke the silence. He’s a good cook, but he can’t stop talking at the most inappropriate times to save his life. “Yes.” The fork quickly entered her mouth before he could ask another question.
“Do you feel okay though?” He said, voice more secure.
Her fork clinked against her plate and a loud sigh screeched the air. The woman opposite Bucky looked up to the sky and folded her hands together. “Dear God, even though I’m not really religious, please for the love of God -that would be you- make him shut the fuck up. Sorry for cursing.” The last part she added quickly. Then, her fork picked up its journey back to her mouth.
“Do you constantly have to be this stingy? I’m just trying to have a conversation with you and that won’t really work if you keep acting like this all the time.” Bucky said, tired of her attitude.
Y/N stared at him. “Do you seriously think you have the right to call me out on my behavior?” Silence. “No really, do you?” The chair fell back because of her standing so abruptly.
Her anger started to build up. “Because I think I’m the one who should do that. You left me waiting for you, you promised me you’d come back and went on to crush my fucking hope as if I had plenty of it laying around. Do you enjoy hurting people? Is that it?”
There it was, he thought.
She took a step towards Bucky.
“No, Y/N.” His voice laced with pain, still sitting down while his eyes are glued to the table.
She started shouting; “Did you sleep better, knowing that there was someone out there waiting for you and slowly losing hope? Not knowing whether they should move on or keep waiting?”
Bucky’s body went rigid, she couldn’t say that. His emotions were trying to escape from his body, but they were unable to do so. “You- you can’t say that. You know you can’t say that.” His voice cracked while he clenched his fists. Even though her face was inches from his, he didn’t dare to look at her.
“No, after all those years of leaving me in the fucking dark, I think I have the right to call you out on your shit. Do you know what my father used to do with people who break their promises? Do you know what he usually did with dishonest people? Two bullets in the mouth and two in the heart. Two in the mouth so that they can never use their tongue for dishonesty again.” Gasps to compensate for the lack of air running through her lungs, their faces were closer to each other than realized. “And two to the heart to feel the heartbreak they have caused.” She walked away from him to the living room.
Bucky snapped. He shot up, followed her and roughly grabbed Y/N by her upper arm with his right hand, not trusting his metal one. “Have you got any fucking idea what I have been through? And I don’t even mean my whole life, I mean after I lost you in Bucharest. I found my friend, I lost myself and then him again. How on earth could I face you, knowing that I’m broken and could hurt you?” Bucky’s loud voice echoed.
Y/N finally looked into his eyes and was startled to see those deep blue eyes filled with sadness.
“I tried to fix myself and as I finally started making progress, they pulled me into another fight. I didn’t want to fight anymore, Y/N. I really didn’t. I wanted peace. But I still fought. I fought for my friend only for him to leave me again. I’ve been God knows where for 5 fucking years, dead maybe? I don’t fucking know. So I’m sorry for not coming back to you any sooner and I’m sorry for making you feel like I broke my promise. I was working on myself to be better for you.” Panting, Bucky let go of her arm and sat down on the couch to recover from his outburst. “Everything I did at the time, every choice I made, I did it all for you.” Bucky said softly, his body now slouched forward, elbows on his knees and his head in his hands.
Y/N couldn’t look at him, but the sound of Bucky getting up and leaving rang loudly through her mind long after he left. She decided to sit down on the couch. Suddenly, all those feelings that have been pushed away throughout the years hit like a wave and she choked out a sob. How could I be so selfish? How could I only think about how I felt without thinking about his feelings? She let out a loud and unexpected sob without even realizing it. Shocked, her hand rushed to her mouth to try and stop herself. I don’t really want to crop up my feelings anymore, she thought. And out they went, until her headache and dry mouth replaced themselves with sleep. After an unknown amount of time, Y/N felt someone lift her from the couch and placed onto a much softer surface. Sleep and consciousness took their turns on her. Before she fully emerged into sleep, a sweet whisper filled her ears;
“I would’ve found you and come back to you, I always come back to you.”
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Ronnie & Joe
Ronnie: [a phone number]
Ronnie: found you your own special plug
Joe: Can’t wait to get gang-raped by whoever this is
Joe: or maybe it’s a phishing scam, what route have you gone down 🤔
Ronnie: route of she can be your number 8 cos youre such a bike
Joe: it’s that kind of hook-up
Ronnie: pay for the gear if you cant get it up soft lad she looks fuck all like your ma
Ronnie: couldnt track down no more of her bastards for you soz
Joe: taking your role that seriously?
Joe: alright
Ronnie: getting out of it
Ronnie: she can babysit you
Joe: she probably lost custody of her own so
Joe: nice of you on all fronts
Ronnie: yeah
Joe: what, your dealer don’t like me or something
Ronnie: how the fuck would i know like
Ronnie: and how would he you legged it out of there soon as he showed
Joe: no shit I did
Ronnie: ordeals over now baby go cry to your new mammy about it
Joe: unlikely
Joe: but it ain’t my ordeal so
Ronnie: they ll swab & treat him he ll be sound
Joe: give a shit about him
Ronnie: if youve got something to say
Joe: I just said it
Joe: I don’t care about him
Ronnie: you dont care about me fuck off with your heroics
Joe: you didn’t want swooping up and saving, don’t mean I don’t give a fuck
Ronnie: your student loan aint gonna cover both our habits youd have me dopesick cause youre fucking jealous that means you dont
Joe: you’re jealous
Joe: and I said, didn’t stop you, didn’t say you had to
Joe: what’s fun about something oozing and itching in your pants, that’s all
Ronnie: of what
Joe: of every boring ex I have or will ever have
Ronnie: you wish
Ronnie: get em in a room together and they aint even jealous of each other
Joe: I know
Joe: x2
Ronnie: you dont know shit mckenna
Joe: so today I’m green
Joe: not the know-it-all smug college kid
Joe: nice to know how to play it
Ronnie: smug is right whenever i aint gonna suck your dick cause you can read music
Joe: that’s all that’s stopping you?
Ronnie: nah remember its the death wish attention whoring & mommy issues
Ronnie: cant both be functioning junkies youd have fuck all else to get a boner about
Joe: how long have you been doing heroin
Ronnie: youve got loads of catching up to do
Joe: yeah, so I don’t know why you’re acting like I’m being high and mighty
Joe: it’s literally been days
Ronnie: cause you are
Joe: no I’m not, just ‘cos I’d rather not suck dick when I have the funds
Joe: would you do it if you had the cash, that’s just stupid
Ronnie: youve been comparing me to any & every cunt since we met
Joe: like you don’t shit on me any and every chance you get
Joe: you were acting like them, the whole none of my shit is real because yours is SO real, that’s her whole bit
Ronnie: you cant stop fucking doing it even now fucks sake
Ronnie: i shit on you for you its not like i have any cunt to compare you to
Joe: alright, if you’re that sensitive about it
Joe: I’ll really stop
Joe: there 🤐
Ronnie: fuck you
Joe: nah, that was a dick move, alright
Joe: let me make it up to you
Ronnie: youre crying shes a patronising cunt guess what youre right there too
Joe: alright, I deserve that
Ronnie: drop dead
Ronnie: yeah its been days days of me giving you whatever the fuck you ask for
Joe: I know
Joe: so what do you want, seriously
Joe: I’ll do it, make it happen, whatever
Ronnie: like fuck can you make anything happen
Ronnie: youre like every other doss cunt i know theres your comparison
Joe: Probably am
Joe: but you’re the only person I’ve met who feels close to whatever the fuck I am
Joe: there’s the truth
Ronnie: whichever of your exes that worked on is more west than either of us
Joe: Oh I can easily be that dickhead and tell you how crazy they all were
Ronnie: go ed
Joe: the second to last one was the worst
Joe: full-on stalked and harassed the last one like, for no reason
Joe: she also messed with all my shit in a way she thought would send me into an OCD spiral because she didn’t get it
Joe: and when she started hooking up with some other kid she’d send me pics like I’d be 💔
Joe: that’s just after, that was all kind of amusing in a boring way, she was less amusing to be with but more mental
Ronnie: shouldve had some tips off her for the stalking bullshit its probably not too late to send her a dm
Ronnie: ones ive got from this is i dont have to bother learning the alphabet cos id be better off fucking with your record collection by smashing it up & child porn does fuck all for you
Joe: that is my thing, turning up uninvited to fuck everything up
Joe: she might go for it
Joe: exactly, both good to know, yeah 😏
Joe: all pretty basic and vanilla but still, annoying as shit
Ronnie: unless you can get me to do it for you yeah
Ronnie: dinners at what like 7
Joe: you’re gonna ruin my happy uni home?
Joe: oh no
Joe: be there be 7, eating at 8, apparently
Joe: time to ‘mingle’ as she put it which sounds suspicious af
Ronnie: fucking hell
Ronnie: thank christ i already hate you
Joe: saves times, energy less so
Joe: your mate is up for it, unless he’s a convincing liar, which I could see
Ronnie: what energy do you want name it theres gear thatll give us it
Ronnie: he is but i cant see the con shes got fuck all any cunt wants other than pasta shapes & mariahs likely on a diet
Joe: 🤤 and not over her appetizers, like
Joe: there’ll only be the 6 of us so we’ll need entertainment
Ronnie: lad flatmates bringing a bitch
Ronnie: shes gonna need something to get her through it or something she can use to end it
Joe: yeah he has a missus
Joe: even though him and Sophie belong together as the most average whitebread couple ever
Ronnie: make it happen then
Joe: where’s my bow and arrow
Joe: their 💘 ain’t my problem
Ronnie: you said you could do whatever and we needed entertainment
Ronnie: put all that money where your mouth is
Joe: you’re well sweet
Joe: you want her to be living her best life
Joe: dunno if I can hack being his shoulder to cry on in the interim
Ronnie: your teeth wont have time to rot before you choke on em talking to me like that
Joe: go on then
Ronnie: you owe me i dont owe you
Joe: I thought you’d ask for something better
Joe: but your loss
Ronnie: yours youre thinking about it
Joe: I get it, you want it to be hell living here
Ronnie: i dont wanna have to ask
Joe: for what
Ronnie: anything
Joe: why not
Ronnie: you think you can read my mind or some shit
Joe: I’d like to
Joe: and I think you get me, and yeah, I think I get you more than the bullshit mommy issues attention whore comment that was to get a reaction
Joe: I don’t think we’re twin flames just because we share some DNA, I’m not that kind of delusional, believe it or not
Ronnie: cause weve shared a needle though yeah
Joe: I get it, another kid with a habit, you’ve met hundreds
Joe: it is different though
Joe: tell me it isn’t
Ronnie: different cos its a habit you didnt have days ago
Joe: it’s not your fault
Joe: for good or bad
Joe: you didn’t spike me without asking
Ronnie: i didnt say that
Ronnie: i said thats why its different
Joe: yeah
Ronnie: nobody did any of this shit for me i dont know why im doing it for you
Joe: do you want to, or do you think you need to
Ronnie: what the fuck does it matter
Joe: you either fuck with me, you like fucking with me or you think you’ve got to protect me or some bollocks
Ronnie: protect you from the needle i stuck in your arm yeah that makes loads of sense
Joe: from getting a bad dose, being beat up by one of your dealers
Ronnie: i just wanted a front row seat
Ronnie: im not gonna get one when your family finds out
Joe: that’s fine by me
Joe: you reckon they’ll fly me home for an intervention then?
Joe: shouldn’t be surprising how oblivious they are
Ronnie: i dont care what they do to try & fix it youll be at rock bottom by then
Joe: they won’t try, they don’t
Joe: just because I weren’t shooting up doesn’t mean I haven’t been doing plenty other fucked shit for ages without it ever being a conversation
Joe: one of the kids that they took in, is a walking skeleton
Joe: can’t get her to eat, some reason don’t do anything but try to reason with her like she’s reasonable, never mind the rest
Ronnie: no shit they dont i was proof of it before you or her
Ronnie: in the same town with the same name she fucking gave me and still out of sight out of mind
Joe: precisely
Joe: so if you’re hoping fucking me up will get her to come about then you shouldn’t bother, honestly
Joe: save yourself that disappointment
Ronnie: it aint about her paying attention
Joe: good
Ronnie: you wanna know me i only want you to know what it feels like
Joe: then let’s do it
Ronnie: nah i was rem to reckon it was worth shit
Ronnie: it aint
Ronnie: you aint
Ronnie: youre never gonna have your head wrecked how mine is and i cant be arsed to put the time in fucking you up in the selfish special way i need when you keep pure loving it like
Joe: is that not indicative of how I’m already quite fucked enough
Joe: just because it’s not abandonment based
Joe: what normal cunt would love any of this, even contact you again after the first
Ronnie: fuck no
Ronnie: youre living your best life and it makes me wanna hang myself
Joe: Christ, you’re up yourself, aren’t you
Ronnie: &
Joe: you want me to roll my sleeves up again and show you the recent damage?
Ronnie: yeah
Joe: [pics]
Ronnie: [obvs gotta send him some back]
Joe: [a straight up new one like just did it]
Ronnie: [ofc she has to also like this is a competition]
Joe: [hope you started small so you have somewhere to go ‘cos the vibe]
Ronnie: [knowing y’all you didn’t but it won’t stop you and I will be forever on edge]
Joe: [so grim, don’t pass out]
Ronnie: [or end up needing stitches]
Joe: [probably do them yourselves, ick]
Joe: do you fucking get it yet
Ronnie: why do you care
Joe: why do you think
Ronnie: i keep telling you i dont
Joe: braindead sounds ideal
Ronnie: horse girl not about to suffocate you
Joe: she would if I let her, like
Joe: 🍈🍈
Ronnie: wait til theres a chance ill choke on my vomit next time christ
Joe: so lay back and I’ll tell you some more
Ronnie: ok go
Joe: [go on about Sophie in a way I shall not even bother but let us assume it is crude and rude af]
Ronnie: [we’re not into poor Soph but they clearly are]
Joe: [just fuck and get it out the way lads, so rude to everyone else rn]
Ronnie: [honestly, but hopefully at this dinner party because Jamie jealousy will be off the charts]
Joe: [Charlie gon have to keep quiet ‘til you home lmao]
Joe: Any luck?
Ronnie: got no pasta shapes in my system have i
Ronnie: but why the fuck are you not lurking to save me
Joe: you want me to swallow the bile for you then, okay
Joe: the last one looked deep
Ronnie: deep enough if you wanna pussy out and spit instead
Joe: I don’t
Joe: where are you
Ronnie: dorothys
Joe: he in?
Joe: if I have to show him it’s brotherly concern you’ll only die quicker
Ronnie: nosey cunt wouldve stopped me
Joe: Yeah
Joe: I can say sorry if you want or I can just come patch you up and not lie first
Ronnie: i dont need your help
Joe: I know
Joe: purely wanna save you for my own complex and to be loving life even harder
Ronnie: wank off about the sos from the other day thats it i cant top you carrying me out til the bleeding stops
Joe: I’m coming over
Joe: you’ve got time to lock the door if you really don’t want me to come in
Joe: can get my own shattered glass without breaking his windows
Ronnie: he must like you to have given you his address
Ronnie: but not enough to overshare the door dont lock cos i broke it 💔
Joe: or am I better stalker than you give credit
Joe: thanks for the tip, baby
Ronnie: youd have been waiting for me to get here not the other way round
Joe: You do want me to read your mind
Joe: maybe a lobotomy will help
Ronnie: hot
Ronnie: reading your mind you want me to pass out before you fuck me but its not that deep
Joe: the wound or the vIbEzzZ
Ronnie: this your coming out cos you sound like charlie
Joe: just trying to turn you off, don’t want blood to gush out
Ronnie: liar youd be made up to see that
Joe: not hiding in the bushes yet
Joe: slow down
Ronnie: youre used to being the big brother i get it
Joe: Something like that
Ronnie: i know how to ride a bike without stabilisers or whatever the fuck
Joe: and tie your shoes
Joe: it’s alright, we’ve established I’m not a paedo
Joe: what can’t you do then
Ronnie: err what a nonce would say
Ronnie: read music we also fucking established
Joe: you teach me how to shoot myself up, I’ll teach you how to
Ronnie: not a fair swap i dont need to learn how
Joe: You don’t wanna be a babysitter either, so you’ve said
Ronnie: you dont like me any more or what
Joe: Of course I do
Joe: You got me my own dealer first
Ronnie: you asked me to 1st
Joe: How did I?
Ronnie: what else is ? for a plug without giving a fuck if ive rattled myself into a ditch
Joe: If I talked to you as much as I felt like
Joe: You’d tell me to fuck off more than you already do
Joe: I’ve got no clue where the line is, how much you want me to care
Ronnie: what line
Ronnie: i dont want you to care
Joe: Tough shit
Joe: I didn’t ask you to get me a dealer
Ronnie: you fucking did
Joe: I just didn’t wanna see you suck dick on my behalf, alright, that’s all
Joe: what you do for yourself is your business
Ronnie: calm down nothing i do is for you
Joe: 👌
Ronnie: dont call her then
Joe: you on commission?
Ronnie: 🖕
Joe: If I do, you’ll still have to see me
Ronnie: youll see me bleed out on the kitchen floor 1st
Joe: You’re a pro, I know you’re being overly-dramatic
Ronnie: at opening as many veins as itll take to not have to see you again yeah
Joe: to make me hurry*
Joe: I’m on the tube
Joe: you have to live in the middle of nowhere
Ronnie: no fixed address i told you
Joe: ❗️
Joe: if there’s a break-up or a thruple, you can have the extra room
Joe: makes sense now
Ronnie: it dont make sense you reckon we can afford any extras however far out
Joe: like you said, she’ll get homesick and chuck it in even if Marc won’t dump his girlfriend
Ronnie: if she does youll be homeless too like unless his missus is gonna cover the costs of the en suite for you
Joe: you can have my room, it’s the smallest
Joe: they can have the en-suite palace and I’ll take theirs, which is not next to the others 👌
Ronnie: not that youve thought loads about it
Joe: if you heard her disney playlist everyday, you’d think about it as well
Ronnie: id think about killing her or myself not a cosy little bed swap
Ronnie: shed never hack living with me nor would you
Joe: well that thought is never far from the front of my mind
Joe: if you need the bed, you know it’s yours
Ronnie: get it through your head i need fuck all from you
Joe: yeah, yeah
Ronnie: theres this way of living when youre not inside your ma in every possible sense course you aint heard about it
Joe: you need to prove you’re self-sufficient ‘cos no one’s ever given a shit about you but Charlie and the other one
Joe: I’m aware you’ve made it to your old age without me, you’re alright
Ronnie: i need to be it the only proofs im not dead yet baby
Ronnie: you need me to be old cos im not in a fucking coma & you cant get it up else
Joe: I’d rather be in the coma myself but you can be too
Joe: not calling dibs
Ronnie: oldest gets 1st dibs
Joe: *until the youngest cries about it so much you get told to give in to shut ‘em up
Ronnie: try me
Joe: you know you can’t hack my crying
Joe: does your head in SO much
Ronnie: save it for when you need lube or horse girl is gonna be coming after you with the leftover glue so you can never fucking leave her
Joe: come at you with the needle and sew us together, babe
Joe: unlucky
Ronnie: more than unlucky if i cant bust a stitch open to be the dead girl you want
Joe: you’re the dead girl I want already come on
Ronnie: til i teach you how to 💉 yourself
Joe: nah
Ronnie: 💘
Joe: looking well deformed these days, my one
Ronnie: could cut it out know youd be made up for the matching needlework
Joe: you play mad professor I’ll play corpse
Ronnie: long as i dont have to play nice
Joe: know what you take me for, actually, but no
Joe: obviously not
Ronnie: cant take you anywhere even if i did wanna
Joe: god imagine the dent in your street cred, sis
Ronnie: if i could cry i obviously would
Joe: repression or fucked tear ducts from all the 😭 you been doing
Ronnie: what im that baby faced youre taking me for a newborn now
Joe: nah, mr i don’t fuck kids here, remember
Joe: plus kids are always calling 999 by mistake and they’d get there before me
Joe: maybe, depends how many people have stabbed other people today
Ronnie: id have got the numbers up but ive been busy like
Joe: gotta make time for you, babes
Joe: it’s called self-care
Ronnie: ask me what with
Ronnie: shittest stalker ever you are
Joe: go on
Joe: school us
Ronnie: cant cry cos when i was linking you with a plug you dont want i was getting myself linked with your meds
Ronnie: best guess as a better stalker than you & less basic white girl than your crazy ex
Joe: 💡 fairplay
Joe: won’t tell you any other side-affects, see if you can guess ‘em right
Ronnie: i wasnt gonna take em but you want me to get you so bad
Joe: yeah misunderstood white boy is selling less these days
Joe: help a brother out
Ronnie: fuck all has happened so i probably cant
Joe: 💔 oh well
Joe: they’re nothing exciting, even though I managed to get the highest dosage they’ll do
Ronnie: maybe mines off for not giving you the benefit of the doubt when i could continue reckoning youre such a pussy
Joe: you’ll forget by tomorrow, no problem
Ronnie: neither brother is gonna let me if they walk in on me microdosing theyll reckon its a getting well party and get the deccies out
Joe: only so many times you can just kidding that ‘fore it gets old
Joe: we’ll go out, when I get there
Ronnie: where you kidnapping me to baby
Joe: I know enough to know it’s all wrong turns and blindfolds, not giving you a map
Ronnie: if its a&e no cunts finding your body even with a map
Joe: piss off
Ronnie: give us a clue
Joe: I’ll mark it with an X if you do me
Ronnie: if you ever fucking get here
Joe: if we were sewn together this wouldn’t be a problem
Ronnie: wanting to look like twins so nobodyll give a shit that you wanna fuck me would be something youd think about on the tube mckenna
Joe: they run in my old man’s DNA so have to look for those bastards instead
Joe: all I know about hers is addiction
Ronnie: course he does fuck alls your own idea
Ronnie: if hes got a sister even a meff nancy drew like youll be able to find bastards they had together
Joe: loads, Catholic, remember
Joe: twins kid is black though so process of elimination
Ronnie: cute how that runs in your family too like
Joe: guess so
Joe: not like it’s that crazy a concept
Ronnie: not like youve ever met an irish catholic who werent a saint yeah
Joe: it’s a fucked place to live
Joe: really third world in that respect
Ronnie: your real da is who you wanna look for if hes got no bastards going about its cos he cant knock anyone up
Joe: that your all men are pigs stance
Joe: alright courtney calm down
Joe: I’m out now anyway, don’t need a real mum or dad to come rescue us from the priests and that
Ronnie: nah its a fact unless his twin kept going up the backstreet or he was only sticking it in her other 2 holes
Joe: they didn’t really grow up together
Joe: he left when he was 15
Joe: maybe she was a late bloomer, happy days
Ronnie: 💔 your ma wasn’t then i wouldnt be here
Joe: no dig about how you’re dying now anyway ‘cos I’m taking so long?
Joe: you must be fading fast and not just being a dramatic bitch
Joe: good thing I’m in [wherever we ended up locating y’all] now
Ronnie: shut up i said its not that deep
Ronnie: youre the dramatic bitch legging it here for a fucking scratch
Joe: you wanted me to
Ronnie: you want to i dont give a shit
Joe: right, that’s what I meant
Ronnie: you can stop with the gay shit i told you hes not here
Joe: gays don’t own sarcasm
Ronnie: they own getting attached to cunts fast who dont care
Joe: awh, you being replaced rn?
Ronnie: horse girl wishes
Joe: Can’t catch a break or a man that one
Ronnie: after a pity fuck with you who knows what shed catch
Joe: you wanna infect her by-proxy, you’re so blatant
Ronnie: i shouldve got you to bring her my bloods everywhere
Joe: adding her puke to the mix would make it interesting, sure
Joe: bet she knows first aid
Ronnie: if youre too pussy to break my ribs yourself get back on the tube
Joe: threaten me with a good time
Ronnie: i just did
Joe: without meaning it, yeah
Ronnie: try and hurt me i mean it
Joe: [why do y’all always set the tension so high lads lmao, we know but]
Ronnie: [me and my boo here like calm down you can’t hook up yet but they are both like !!!!]
Joe: [shouldn’t have let you get on that train sir but you would so]
Ronnie: [I shouldn’t let her open her mouth ever but here we are]
Joe: [forreal lmao]
Ronnie: [gotta draw an x on him in her blood when he shows up before we can do a more permanent one however we are either as a scar or tattoo so soz for increasing the tension even more lol]
Joe: [just got to stare at her for ages and then shove her away very dramatically ‘cos you can’t, head through to whichever room she was bleeding in to assess/gawp at]
Ronnie: [she’s gotta lol like well if that’s the best you can do at trying to hurt me I’m not worried]
Joe: [‘whaddya use?’ and just going through this flat as if you’ve been here before/were invited by anyone but Ronnie vaguely because manners can’t matter when we’ve gone this far already]
Ronnie: ['what, you didn't
touch yourself enough on the tube?' but we are obvs showing him whatever we did use because it's just another way to flirt and we can use it to make that x happen so]
Joe: [shakes head ‘spill too much and they emergency stop’ and a look like do I look like I wanna be on a psychward but in a 😏 don’t answer that way, doing our own tallies with it, of course]
Ronnie: ['we're walking then' like where are you taking me don't get comfy bitch]
Joe: [little disbelieving lol like excuse me princess ‘your carriage was unavailable’
Ronnie: ['no shit the horse is dead busy']
Joe: [‘I ain’t taking you to a stable’]
Ronnie: ['that's where we ain't going, now tell me where the fuck we are' because we're like an excited kid about this]
Joe: [it’s cute and we clearly think so even if we’re distracting ourselves with this self-harm so we don’t go too far, unrelated but I haven’t thought where yous are going lmao but I’m vibing something London but something she wouldn’t have done, something music related, also if it has like, kid vibes, bonus, I’ll have to look so just keeping tight-lipped to be annoying and surveying the bloody carnage he’s now added to ‘you want to clean up?’]
Ronnie: [it'd be cute if there was something like thinktank but for music instead of science but idk if that exists anyways in answer to that question she's just gonna remove her top or whatever like yeah it do have blood on even though we know that's not what he means because we're still in a flirty mood despite how annoying his non reply is]
Joe: [that’s what I’m vibing but likewise have no idea, I’m sure there is shit though and you could find it Joseph, anyway, truly the this is fine meme about that ‘cos you can’t turn away 😳 but also boy don’t, moving like you’re gonna come close to her though]
Ronnie: [soz Charlie cos she shamelessly threw her top on the floor and isn't gonna clean up any of this blood even on herself like I literally should say she goes to the sink and then to get clean clothes but instead we all know she's just gonna take Joe's jacket or whatever and put that on, thank god he's all about the layers]
Joe: [god bless the grunge
aesthetic, ‘do you do it in front of him?’ and touching the cuts that are still showing ‘cos you know there’s some still, and it is like when and where do you do this when you do not have a room lmao]
Ronnie: ['yeah' leaving it up to him whether he wants to think it's in an attention whore way cos we're still annoyed at that call out lol but realistically it's just because of how long they've known each other and how they be living, she's not actively trying to upset Charlie that much most of the time]
Joe: [‘does he do it?’ ‘cos we can’t imagine it from the little we know but also can’t imagine him just chilling if he isn’t as fucked as them]
Ronnie: [the facial expression equivalent of his amused lol earlier because no]
Joe: [dropping it even though you find this odd like don’t worry boy, the tea is he is getting over it and wanting her to stop, pulling the jacket sleeve to take her out the door like come on]
Ronnie: ['he knows what'll happen if he tries to stop me' cos you can't tell me that when they were younger he didn't do exactly that and she went ballistic but more importantly HOW DARE YOU BOO because that is 1000% a Fraze move and I'm dead]
Joe: [yes I thought it was legit for a parallel, enjoy the long trip back to central guys]
Ronnie: [idk how we are gonna stop you hooking up to fill the time other than the other people in close proximity lol]
Joe: [maybe a uni/work obligation can come in and he has to go like legit ‘cos that’d kill this off]
Ronnie: [personally devastated that means an iou for this cute date but I love how fuming she would be at never finding out where they were going]
Ronnie: [not to mention the not at all casual and public domestic they’d have would be such a fat mood and show she cares when she’s literally like umm what the fuck do you mean you’re leaving]
Joe: [love how blatant we both are individually]
Ronnie: [hard same]
Joe: They sprung that rehearsal on us last minute
Joe: I already said, I’d give you the funds and you could go do whatever
Ronnie: and i told you to go fuck yourself
Ronnie: or your cello
Joe: I wouldn’t have wasted my time let alone yours if I knew that was gonna happen
Joe: how would you go about fucking a cello, exactly
Ronnie: waste more of your own time figuring it out its your raging hard on for it
Joe: I can’t not go
Joe: they make you sign a bloodoath when you get in basically
Joe: no excuses
Ronnie: youd have found an excuse fast enough if id stuck a needle in your arm
Joe: no, I wouldn’t, ‘cos it wasn’t an option
Joe: there was already enough damage to hide
Ronnie: i dont give a shit what options youve got
Joe: right, tell it to the crowd that amassed, they might believe you a tiny bit more than I do
Joe: I’ll make it up to you, okay
Ronnie: thats what soft cunts wanna hear when you cant hide no more & since you reckon you wont be getting forced into treatment you get to keep your gob shut for all that being sorry bullshit
Joe: make it into something it ain’t ‘cos you can’t hack hearing it
Ronnie: i dont wanna hear from you end of
Joe: alright
Joe: see you around then
Ronnie: 🖕
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Absolution
Summary:
noun: formal release from guilt, obligation, or punishment
The Capital Wasteland lauded the Lone Wanderer as a hero, a Messiah, a savior who’s willing to give her life for the Good Fight. Beyond the legends, the propaganda, and the mythification that surrounded her legacy, there is only one person who knew her bare soul. She gave him his absolution, and now he will fight for hers.
XXVI
January 12, 2278.
Good question.
Of all the operatives I was trained with, Vanth was the one who took to the program best. Our proctors will ask her to jump, and she’ll jump. If a contract holder asks her to beat a civilian up, she’ll do it without blinking. If a corrupt old pervert asks her to ride her fellow operative so he can get off, she’ll do it without remorse.
It didn’t happen just once, either.
Vanth’s just one of the many people I would’ve loved to put shotgun shells in, but I don’t think I’ll ever forget her cruelty.
Even before the first incident happened, Vanth had always been ruthless. Mag would scold me for calling her a bitch. She said that Vanth is just a product of her upbringing, made worse by the program. And yet, Mag isn’t capable of that kind of shit. Fuck, that’s the damn reason why she was designated as the medic. She’d rather keep us alive than shoot at anyone.
Vanth was different.
If there’s anything worse than Vanth’s complacency, it was her enthusiasm in inflicting all that hurt on other people. Her cruelty comes from the hatred those responsible for the indoctrination instilled in us: hatred for the insubordinate, hatred for the Reds, hatred for anyone who doesn’t bow to the will of the United States of America and its thirteen commonwealths, and hatred for anyone different. She took all that crap and fucking internalized it.
She hated the protestors for making a mockery of the government. She hated her fellow operatives for failing where she succeeded. She hated Mag. She hated me.
That snake-eyed blonde bitch enjoyed hurting us.
Sometimes, I imagine what life would have been like if I had been as complacent and obedient as Vanth was, if Magwayen didn’t plant ideas that contradict our conditioning in my head, and if Percy didn’t come 200 years later to help me break free from the contract.
I imagine what kind of man, if I can call myself that, I would be if I didn’t have remorse, or if I didn’t have my moral code that I kept to myself, until this woman crawled out of her hole in the ground and appealed to my better nature.
I decided that I do not like that version of me.
All this time, Percy was waiting for my answer patiently, her hands folded under her chin, while she lies on top of me. I can feel her warmth and softness of her body, then I remember Ahzrukhal’s threat to her. I remember the Talon Merc’s orders.
Something dark stirs my decrepit brain.
If they had given me the order, and I had been that man who has no remorse, I would have been like Vanth.
I would have been like Stevie.
A rapist.
Percy’s rapist.
Fucking hell. That’s just sick.
Gently, I push my partner off me and sit up. I turn away from her, ashamed of the thoughts I’ve had. Her words in the hotel room in Rivet City echoes back. The fact that these thoughts disturb me and I feel disgusted at the thought of forcing myself on anyone should reassure me.
I should feel reassured that I am not like Vanth.
But I still feel like shit.
Percy wouldn’t push me to answer if I didn’t want to, I know, but given the circumstances, with Eulogy Jones exposing my past, Percy learning about my fellow operatives, and now me blurting my rapist’s name in my sleep because of a nightmare… I’m willing to pick at the scabs and the leftover bandages off of the goddamn wound.
Maybe this time, it’ll have a chance to heal properly.
“Vanth to me is what Stevie was to you.”
My throat felt dry as I confessed that. Percy seemed stunned. She didn’t say a word or move an inch, probably waiting for me to continue talking, or just taken aback by my admission.
“May 5, 2077. It was my eighteenth birthday… and our contract holder then thought that a nice fuck from my teammate would be a great birthday gift. I couldn’t get any enjoyment out of it even if my body did. I didn’t want it. But I couldn’t say no.”
“I’m sorry,” Percy whispers.
“It was centuries ago. She’s just one of many.”
“That doesn’t make it any right.”
“I know. I was afraid I’d turn out like her.”
I can hear Percy gasp in realization. “So that explains your reaction in the hotel… and how you managed to resist the Talon Merc’s orders. I’m sorry Charon. Had I known where you were coming from when we had that talk, I shouldn’t have made it all about myself.”
“Don’t apologize. I wasn’t ready to talk about it then, anyway. If you didn’t talk to me about what happened to you that night, I wouldn’t be anywhere near confronting my own problems now.”
“Okay. You were also saying my name, while you were dreaming. Big guy, what did you dream of?”
I inhaled deeply.
“I dreamed that she killed you, just as she killed Mag on the day the bombs fell, and I was underneath her again. You… you get the picture.”
Silence.
Gingerly, her fingers pressed against my sides, and she leans over, the contact feeling like a request for permission and a comforting touch at the same time. I held her hands and wrapped her arms around my chest, or at least, what their length permits. Her soft cheek against the side of my neck, the muscles and veins underneath exposed, she whispered where my ear would’ve been.
“Do you want to continue talking, or should I just hold you?”
Heartbeat hammering, my hand wanders to hers, dwarfing it, and I give it a squeeze.
“Hold me.”
“Let’s get to bed so I can do that properly, then.”
She leads me by the hand up to our bedroom, where I lie on our bed, still facing the door out of habit. Percy presses the back of my head against her chest, and she rubs little circles on my shoulder. This won’t go away overnight, but at that moment, I felt safe.
“You’re an angel, you know that?” I tell her.
“Pfft. If you were someone else, I’d have pushed you off the bed for calling me that.”
Percy drapes her arm over me, and I fall asleep listening to her heartbeat.
I didn’t have any more nightmares.
When I woke up hours later, she wasn’t beside me anymore.
Percy’s voice was muffled as she spoke to someone downstairs. I threw on proper clothes, and went down the steps.
“Percy, next time, I’d appreciate a heads up when y’all are plotting something in this town.”
“Are we in trouble, sheriff?” Percy asks.
“Let’s discuss that when you get to the saloon. See you there.”
Lucas Simms was outside our doorstep, tipping his hat at her. Percy nods at him and closes the door.
“What did the sheriff say?”
“He needs to speak to us in the saloon. Something about the town’s security. This must be about what the slavers did to Doc Church while we were gone… Jesus what have I done?”
“Is the old man alive?”
“He is, thank God. But he’s not fine. Sheriff Simms said that it would be better if I see for myself.”
I nodded grimly. It must be bad.
“Let’s get ready. I need to pick up Dogmeat and get more winter clothes from Moira after that, too.”
Percy threw on a black shirt, then her Vault suit, followed by her jacket. She put on the cap she wore on the day I met her, grabbed her scarf on the way out, and I followed her out the house.
The tenseness came back to her shoulders. I squeezed her hand to reassure her, and she didn’t let it go.
The door to Gob’s Saloon swung open, and Dogmeat ran over to lick Percy’s face, Gob running after him. DeLoria was also there, with a few people from the Abolitionists, and Paladin Cross. Then, we were met by the townsfolk, whooping and cheering.
What the hell?
“I got you good!” Sheriff Simms exclaimed, clapping his hands. “Y'all really think we wouldn’t celebrate when a citizen of Megaton was responsible for bringing down Paradise Falls? The day you went through the gates, I knew I had a good feeling about you, girl!”
Percy’s standing stiff as a pole, eyes wide. “B-but Doc Church, and the slavers coming here and-”
“They can’t put me down that easily.” Doc Church’s voice. The old man comes into view, in crutches, one of his legs in bandages.
Percy gasps, her hands flying to her mouth. “God, Doc what have they done to your leg?”
“They mangled the hell out of my leg but the Sheriff managed to chase ‘em off before they could do anything else. Oh, don’t cry you big baby, I knew the risk when I decided to help you.”
The tenseness in Percy’s shoulders were replaced by shudders from her sobbing.
“I figured the town could use more vigilance ever since that Burke character turned up planning to blow us up. He might’ve ended up killing me if you weren’t a fast shot, too. Now, don’t you cry Percy, dear girl, you’ve done us some good again,” Simms reassures her, patting her back like a father comforting a child.
Nova comes over and pulls Percy to a corner, where she sits with Moira. Butch saunters over and before I can watch the awkwardness that followed, Simms walks over to me.
“And I suppose I owe you my thanks, too,” Simms said, extending his hand. “You’ve been a good friend to Percy. And any friend of hers is a friend of this town. Consider yourself a Megaton citizen too, Charon.”
I gave it a firm and quick shake. The sheriff didn’t recoil in disgust, and just tipped his hat afterwards.
“You kids have some fun. I can’t abandon my duties as sheriff, now.”
“Oh, c’mon Simms! Just one drink!” one of the patrons yell.
I can’t say that I feel overwhelmed by the crowd; I’ve been a bouncer in the Ninth Circle after all. I knew how rowdy people can get when they’re shitfaced. I’ve stopped brawls before. I’ve endured the obnoxious laughter and yelling.
But as I watched my partner surrounded by her friends and being celebrated by strangers from my corner, the gravity of our differences finally sank in.
Usually, when people see me, their first instinct is to stay clear, and regard me with fear or disgust. Sometimes both. When people see Percy, unless they’re raiders or slavers, they greet her, run to her for help, or check her out. Damn, I think that Bittercup kid from Big Town managed to do it all in that order.
Percy really is doing her best to do good. Half of the time, I don’t even know where she can find the motivation to stay that way in this shitsack of a world. Me? I’m just a broken old ghoul who had committed crimes that would send me straight to hell.
She told me that she’s just about to turn twenty the next month. Still so damn young to be shouldering this much responsibility, and yet here she was, organizing people to target slaver rings and doing her part in bringing clean water to the wasteland. On the other hand, I’m past two hundred, and I’m not sure how long I have before I become one of the mindless ferals.
My partner is burning bright, while my fire is slowly dying out.
The worst part is, I want her more than ever.
I shouldn’t be with her. She should be with pretty young smoothskins too.
Looks like I might have to turn her down, if she finally decides to stop waiting.
Percy has no future with me.
My train of thought was interrupted by Gob.
“Hey! Hey, everyone shut up for a moment. The news is on!”
He turned the radio’s volume up, and Three Dog’s voice flooded the room. Everyone went silent.
“News time, children!
Those scumbag Slavers way over in Paradise Falls had one big ole bee on their bonnet, and this baby knew how to sting. Gasp! But what's this? There’s not just one bee, but an entire goddamn colony, and their queen looked suspiciously like a certain kid, from a certain vault. You heard it here first, faithful listeners. The Wanderer showed up with a small army at slaver central and bad guys started dropping left and right. Reports say that among the people present are the Abolitionists Miss 101 herself assisted a few months back, a Brotherhood of Steel Paladin, and of course, her trusty Ghoul Reaper. And to top it all off, they gave us one hell of a pyrotechnics show when they fucking blew that place up to smithereens. Holy shit! Slavers of the Capital Wasteland, consider this the big ‘fuck you’ you've had coming since starting this scurrilous skin trade. What an amazing way to start the year!
What’s next? Is the Wasteland Avenger gonna give the Wasteland clean, fresh water too? Oh wait, she’s already working on that! Good job, kid! Just don’t burn yourself out, for chrissake. Keep fighting the Good Fight! The Wasteland is rootin’ for ya!
This is Galaxy News Radio and-”
“Hey! They didn’t mention me!” DeLoria cuts in, and laughter breaks out.
“If he starts calling me ‘Queen Bee’, I’m knocking his door down and stealing his headwrap. I’ve got enough embarrassing epithets already,” Percy sighs, downing a shot of scotch. Then, she turns, eyes searching, and her eyes land on me.
“Big guy! C’mon, sit next to me,” she calls out, and I obliged. Gob slides me a beer.
“It’s on the house. Consider it as thanks for getting back at those scumbag slavers for us.”
I nod and down half the bottle in a gulp.
Yeah, damn it all, I’ll celebrate, why the fuck not.
“Oh, it’s great that I finally caught you two here in Megaton!” Moira exclaims, striding towards us with a box in her hands. Goddamn. And I thought I was going to have a good night. This is the weirdo that made Percy drink atom bomb water.
“Now, I know you probably experienced it before,” she said, motioning to me after setting the box on the table. “But this is Percy’s first winter out here in the Wasteland! Here, as a show of my appreciation for getting rid of those mean slavers, I got you two some warm clothes!”
“Wow, it’s like you read my mind! Thank you so much for these, Moira.”
“No problem! Maybe we could work on a winter survival guide next?”
Panicked, I shake my head and Percy laughs.
“I think I’m going to take a break from experiments for now, Moira.”
“Oh? What’re you up to?”
“We’re gonna bring clean water to the Wasteland.”
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Playing With Fire ~ Part 6
Pairing: Michael Gray x Pregnant!Reader
Warnings: Typical Peaky Blinders violence, mention of rape
A/N: So this chapter is mostly canon events from Season 3 Episode 6. I don’t own any of the actual dialogue from the series, just what I wrote myself. I just put it in to show Michael’s side of everything since this is set in season 3. Also, Michael was still kinda soft in season 3 so don’t come at me for him having problems killing people. ANYWAYS, I’m sorry about this literally being mostly what y’all have already watched in the episode but it be like that sometimes and the action is gonna start kicking up more in the future (hopefully)! Thank you all!
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“Armored cars, Tommy? Who’s going to buy a bunch of stolen armored cars?” Arthur asked, the rain pouring around the group of men.
“A foolish man who’s willing to pay a lot of money. 150 thousand pounds in cash, sapphires, and diamonds. Charlie, you get twenty and Isaiah gets five. The rest is being invested in America until we can get the money clean.” Tommy explained.
Michael listened intently, to his plan, careful to catch every detail.
“And I suppose that after all this the business will be hangin’ like that stag o’er there.” Arthur stated, not wanting to be involved in this.
“I know you made a promise to Linda, Arthur. I know you want out. This job is to set you all up for when you want to leave. Arthur, I know you have Linda and Michael, you’ve got Y/N. You’ve both got kids on the way. This way you’ll both have some money to support your families.” Tommy nodded towards Michael who stood with eyes wide at what he’d just heard.
Michael swore he’d protect and support you and this way he’d have at least a safety net for your family, especially if shit hit the fan with the business.
“Now,” Tommy took the cigarette from his lips and crushed it on the ground, “Let’s get back to business.”
Michael came back to the shop to you sitting there running over the books and double checking for errors. It was late and it was just you two. “Y/N, can I talk to you for a second?” He asked, hanging his coat on the hook in his office.
You looked up from his chair that you sat in behind his desk while he was away, “Yeah, Michael. What’s wrong?” You set the pen down as Michael sat across from you and lit a cigarette.
“Do you want to leave?” He asked, taking a deep drag.
“What?” His question took you off guard.
Michael slowed his words, “Do you want to leave? Leave Small Heath, Birmingham, the business? I don’t know just... do you like our life?” It was clear to see that he was stressed. He had dark circles under his blue eyes and his sandy hair was messy.
“I don’t like worrying about you all the time,” You answered honestly but choosing your words wisely, “I don’t like the business that we’re in but I know that you stick with the legal side of things so I’m okay with it. But I also understand that this is your family is here. My family is here too. Small Heath isn’t my dream but I don’t mind staying for now.” Even after you finished speaking, he only stared at the wooden desk, lost in thought.
You reached your hand across the table and gently grasped his, “Michael, love, what’s wrong?”
He sighed before crushing his cigarette in the ashtray, “Tommy’s given me a way out. There’s a job coming up that can set us up enough to get to wherever we want to run away to. It’ll take a little while, at least a few months for the money to get clean but we when it is, we can leave. Hell, we could go to America if you wanted to.”
Michael had given you many sleepless nights, especially lately. You were well aware of the dealings with the Russians and you’d had an inclination Michael was beginning to become involved in the more illegal side of things, even if he hadn’t told you outright. Every night that he was home late, you couldn’t stop that voice in your head that whispered all the horrible things that may have happened to him.
And yet, you weren’t sure why you didn’t jump at the chance to get him out. Perhaps it was a strange feeling that his work wasn’t done in Small Heath and that, even if you left, trouble would follow you, even across the ocean.
“Has something happened?” You inquired, squeezing his hand, “Michael, I know something’s been up.”
Michael shook his head, not in disagreement but from not wanting to tell you and you knew it. “There’s something going on. I want to tell you, I swear I do but I’m scared it’ll put you in danger.”
He was scared. It wasn’t often that Michael admitted that he was hesitant about being involved with the Peaky Blinders but it was written all over his face and it broke your heart. You stood up from the desk and walked around to hug him. He wrapped his arms around your midsection and buried his face in your chest. You raked your fingers through his hair and he inhaled your comforting scent, trying to calm his racing heart.
Beneath his chest, he could feel a squirming below the skin of your stomach and he leaned back, placing his hands on your belly to feel your son move. Feeling you and your baby, Michael felt grounded and clear headed. He knew that this job was something he had to do and that he had a responsibility to keep your child out of harm’s way.
You ran your hands gently from his hair down to the side of his face, pulling him in for a deep kiss, “Michael, I trust you with my life. I trust you to make the right decision for our family. But I need you to also make the right decision for yourself. Don’t put yourself in danger for money because we can make it without you killing yourself over a few pounds.”
If only it were simply a few pounds, Michael groaned to himself.
He took a deep breath and then looked up at you, “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of it.” His large hands slid from your stomach down to reach for your coat as he stood up. “But for now, let’s get home.”
“Where are we going Tommy?” Michael asked from the passenger seat of Thomas’s car. He’d just been told to get in and was handed a gun once he sat down.
Without looking away from the road, Tommy answered, “We’re meeting Alfie Solomons. He came to appraise the jewels the Russians promised and he’s agreed to give me the list of men who’d be interested in buying a faberge egg we acquired from the Russians. I need you to stand guard. Stay hidden unless things go south, in which case, use that.” He nodded to the gun in Michael’s hands without taking his eyes off the road.
The metal object weighed heavy in his hands, heavier than one ever had before. Arthur and John had shown him how to shoot a gun but that was just at glass bottles in the field. The thought that now he might have to actually shoot someone - kill someone - made him feel nauseous.
Michael had never been under any impression that being a Blinder was safe work but the fact that he was actually doing a more dangerous job where there was a large chance he could be killed or injured or inflict either of those on another person was weighing on him. He couldn’t let Tommy know though.
Michael matched Tommy’s stoic expression and looked out the window at the passing scenery. Jaw clenching, he did everything possible to calm his nerves. He had to do what was necessary to protect him and Tommy. Images of you flashed in his mind, six and a half months pregnant, a warm smile on your face as you dropped off lunch for him at the office. He knew he had to come back to you. He couldn’t leave you alone, especially now that you were a member of the family, which definitely had its dangers.
He would do whatever it took to come back home to you.
Tommy stood inside the warehouse talking to Alfie while Michael stood hidden behind a wall. Alfie had already broken the deal having shown up with another man and it had Michael on edge. He watched the men exchange the paper with the names and the money and then saw as Tommy turned and looked over the paper.
Without a word, Thomas turned and drew his gun at the Jewish man who in turn had his guard pull a gun on Tommy. Michael’s heart leapt into his throat as he argued with himself, trying to determine if this was the time to jump out guns blazing but despite the firearms being pointed, he noticed the situation was still relatively calm so he stayed still.
“You left a name off the list, Alfie.” Tommy was calm and steady.
Alfie matched his stare, “Did I now?”
Tommy nodded, “I’ve already spoken to my people in the jewelry quarter, experienced dealers. They told me there’s only three men in Britain whose wives are obsessed with faberge, makes ‘em good customers. You left the richest one off the list.”
“Yeah, well, if you knew already ‘ow come you dragged me all the way out into the fucking oggin, mate?” Alfie did have a point. Michael was curious to know too. He cocked his gun as quietly as he could and held it ready next to his face, ready to step out at any moment.
“Two reasons,” Tommy began, “Reason one, by withholding a name that you most certainly know, you’ve proven to me that you’ve done a deal with the Odd Fellows. It was you who told them about the tunnel. You who told them about the fucking deal with the Soviets. Reason two, the name of the man you’ve been withholding must be my enemy otherwise you wouldn’t be protecting him. He is now a man I can use.”
“Listen, sweetie,” Michael cringed at Alfie’s words, knowing that he was playing a dangerous game here, “You can’t take a man-”
Tommy interrupted, “You gave him information in exchange for a share.”
“There were things in that treasury that God spoke to me! He said ‘Alfie, you’re meant to have these things!’”
“You crossed the line, Alfie.” Tommy pointed his gun harshly at him.
Oh shit, things were going to go down.
“The fucking what?”
“The line!”
“What?”
“THEY’RE USING MY BOY!” Tommy had tears in his eyes and Michael couldn’t imagine being on the other end of that gun. “Did you know?”
Alfie shrugged, “Yeah, I knew but damned as I am it made no fucking difference to me, mate!”
Micheal knew he was dead then and there.
To nobody’s surprise, Tommy jumped forward onto Alfie, knocking him to the floor and kneeling on his body as he choked him. The guard leaned down and grabbed him but the neck, yanking him up. Michael saw him reach for the gun as he held Tommy there and, before he could think, rushed out from behind the wall and pulled the trigger.
The time it took him to pull the trigger felt like an eternity and a millisecond, the decision made the second his finger tightened but the bang ringing in his ears long after he fired. Blood splattered everywhere as the man fell, covering Michael and Tommy. His body crashed on top of his boss, who pulled his gun out as well.
“What the fuck is going on?” Alfie sounded betrayed as he stood up. Michael kept his head lowered behind the brim of his hat, trying his best to hide the fact that he was going to be sick and doing a pretty damn good job of it.
Tommy shoved the corpse off of him and stood, immediately drawing his weapon at Alfie again. The men began yelling at each other and Michael saw another death happening if he didn’t step in and this was a death that had many more consequences. He stepped between the two men, pushing Tommy back by the collar. “Tommy, I know this bastard deserves it!”
One of Tommy’s hands found Michael’s face as he tried to shove him away but he moved around, “I know he fucking deserves it! But if you kill him now, the truce with the London outfits will be blown to pieces!”
“Don’t worry about that fucking treaty boy. It’s blown to fuckin’ peices.” Alfie waved his hand.
“Who’s side are you on?!” Michael was furious and confused. He was risking his life for this bullshit, Tommy’s kid was on the line, there was so fucking much on the line and nothing was making sense.
Alfie stepped towards Tommy, “So they’ve got your boy! What fucking line am I supposed to have crossed? Hm? What fucking line?! Besides, how many fathers, how many sons have you cut, killed, murdered, fucking butchered, innocent and guilty, to straight to fucking hell, ain’t ya? If you pull that trigger there, you pull it for a fucking honorable reason. You pull it like an honorable man, not like a fucking civilian that does not understand the ways of out wicked world.”
Michael watched this exchange go down, the most straight, intimidating face he could muster, but millions of thoughts ran through his mind. He stood beside Tommy who had the blood of a man Micheal had killed across his face but treated it as if it were nothing new to him. Because it wasn’t.
“Look Tommy,” Michael pleaded, “The killing of Alfie Solomons isn’t going to help. It’ll be very bad for business.”
Later that night, you were cooking dinner and staring at the clock wondering where on earth your husband could be. It had to be almost ten o’clock. Despite how much you told yourself that everything was fine, that this wasn’t the first time he came home late, it always worried you.
You couldn’t help the thoughts of all the bad things that could have happened to him. The images of him bleeding out from stab wounds in the street or tied to a chair in some dark basement by a rival gang always had you terrified. Maybe he got arrested? Oh gosh, who knew what he did to get arrested or what Tommy did near him that got them both arrested. Maybe they were in the gallows?
Thankfully, the sound of keys jingling in the door made that knot of worry in your chest dissipate. The door swung open and then shut with a crash. “Hey, love, you’re home late!” You commented with a teasing note.
Without a word, Michael hung his hat onto a rack and walked into the kitchen. He didn’t say anything, he just stood there and his silence made you uneasy. Usually there was a ‘smells good!’ or at least an ‘I love you!’ but tonight there was nothing.
You turned from the pots on the stove, “Michael what’s wrong?” He was pale and his eyes looked sunken in. Something was very wrong. You walked up close to him but when you got close, you noticed the crimson specks on his shirt, the ones he thought were covered by his jacket. Once you saw them though, you grabbed his jacket and unbuttoned it, inspecting his stained shirt, “Is this blood?” You asked, worry in your eyes.
Michael didn’t say anything. He just stared zoned out. “Just tell me it isn’t yours.” All you needed to know was that he wasn’t hurt.
“I killed someone.” It was almost so quiet that you didn’t hear it but the tears that began to silently spill over his cheeks told you that you that you heard right.
“What?” It was all you could manage.
He sniffled and held your shoulders, “I killed someone.” He admitted it louder this time, “I stood there and I held the gun to his head and I shot him and - and he’s fucking dead now.”
You had no idea how to respond. He collapsed into your embrace and began to shake. “Did something happen at the shop?”
Michael shook his head against your shoulder before standing and composing himself, “Tommy just told me to get in the car. Said we had business and threw me a gun. He said to shoot if things went wrong and well… things went wrong.”
“I thought you were just supposed to be dealing with the finances!” You couldn’t help the tears that had begun to stream down your face as well. You were so scared for him.
He shook his head, “I do. I swear. But-” he felt like he had to tell you, “There’s business right now that I need to do more than just finances in-”
“Michael-” You tried interrupting even though you didn’t even know what to say. This was so much more than just a job change. He killed somebody.
“I didn’t want to be apart of this side of everything but there’s a man that’s working against Tommy right now.” Michael couldn’t believe he was about to confess this to you. He’d never confessed it to anyone but Tommy. “When I was in the orphanage after they took me and my sister from me mum, he used to do stuff to me. He did it to all of us. He’s hurt so many kids but he will never hurt anyone again. Not when I’m through with him.”
This was unlike anything you’d ever seen from your husband. He was vulnerable and terrified and angry and as much as you wanted to help him, you couldn’t deny that this implication that he was going to kill a man was scaring you.
He began to shake again as he stared off, leaning back, “I can’t get the image out of my head. He was covered in blood but it didn’t even bother him.”
“What are you talking about?” You were confused now.
“Tommy,” He sighed, “The man had attacked him and I shot him in the head and his blood… it went fucking everywhere. The body fell on him and he had shards of his fucking brain on his face and it was nothing! And then Alfie just talked about how he just kills and tortures people, innocent or guilty and I just… I don’t want to be like him.”
The image that Michael was painting in your mind had you feeling queasy. The Michael you knew didn’t kill people. You knew the boy who grew up on a farm and was wickedly intelligent and who loved you and wanted to protect you. But this was the Michael you knew. This Michael was still terrified of what he did. He hated it.
“You don’t have to be.” You whispered, resting your hand gently on his face.
Michael swallowed hard, looking down, “They’re going to have the priest killed anyways. I’m going to be the one who pulls the trigger. But I will not become Tommy.”
As much as you wanted to hate him for his decision, you understood. How couldn’t you? This priest was a horrible man. A man who molested and raped vulnerable children in an orphanage who’d already lost so much. On top of that, he was working with people in the likes of your new family which didn’t say much for his reputation in other circles. How could you look your husband in the eye, a victim of this disgusting monster, and feel your child within you, a possible victim if anything happened that landed them in an orphanage, and not understand why Michael felt the need to do what he was going to do.
You couldn't believe that you were agreeing this, but you leaned forward and tightly grasped both of his hands and met his gaze, "If you need to, do it."
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the pacific: part one, live blog because i said so
he looked so pissed when he has to make the sign of the cross to mary..... I KNOW ITS BECAUSE HES FALLING AWAY FROM HIS RELIGION but all i can think is undercover protestant????? i hate that i find myself funny stfu tom like he’s some angsty protestant like ‘this is fucking bullshit why the fuck DO THEY PRAY TO MARY’ which..... is a huge missconsperion but i’m not gonna get into that right now but hey if anyone needs an rs teacher? i got you
are you telling me i could have heard the most BEAUTIFUL monologue about the saint mary’s church and her plans for the day as well as being able to see that sweet sweet smile on vera’s face for longer but it was cut short because bobo went ‘i joined the marines’ GOOD FOR YOU BUT.....
rOBERT...... you really gonna give her THAT look...... IN GODS HOUSE is this allowed? is THIS ALLOWED???? if you don’t say it in the voice of the vine we can not be fteejssn sorry i don’t make the rules
#BOB: i wanna catholic girl that go to church AND READ HER BIBLE (is that even right??? omg i can only remember the jewish one *in the voice of ryan reynolds severely slowed down* FUUUUUCCCKKK)
on a real note this man saw her at church ONCE and his ass went finna wife up like........ take her out to dinner first. OR AT LEAST ASK HER HOW SHE IS IN THE LETTERS like we get it you’re emo, the aussie won’t shag you anymore and you keep pissing your pants. i understand it’s a hard not life or how ever that song in annie goes but bro.........(this is obviously a joke i am dumb of ass please ignore me i love you m8 and i’m sorry you’re gonna embarrass yourself in front of everyone but chuckler shifts to momma mode so you good)
can we please acknowledge jon’s acting..... sir? PHENOMENAL he’s not even saying anything??? he’s just looking at the lt yet i’m near tears
gentle reminder i love the basilones🥺🥺🥺 the way they are so supportive even though they don’t understand and they are scared for him but they accept and respect that john wants more, needs more and they’re putting their own fears aside so he can spread his wings for no better turn of phrase.
‘just get the job done, and come home to us’ the way his head falls and he has to stop his voice from breaking. i’m s fucking bitter
THE HAND HOLD MY GOD
leckie:((( look hes a bastard and he pisses me off but no matter how much i bully him i do love him a lot and the complete disregard and uncaring nature from his dad breaks my heart. a handshake then gone just like that? HIS FACE BEFORE ‘there’s a war on everybodies got to make sacrifices’ he looks so hurt and broken baby
GENE MY SWEET SWEET BABY GOD THIS SO SAD ALEXA PLAY DESPACITO. my baby just wants to do his part :( CUT THE CAMERAS DEAD ASS I WILL CRY BABY PLEASE DON’T CRY JUST WAIT A FEW MORE EPS my heart really do be looking like: <eugene3
‘gene, supper’s ready’ ma’am i’m sorry but he does not give a shit
SIDNEY MY SWEET SWEET BOY get in a pram if you’re going to be so baby. look while i love him so much and i know he didn’t mean it to be !!!!! he’s just small of brain !!! but when he says “i wish we where going together” that lowkey rubs it in man......... like he’s already heartbroken PLEASE STOP but the “yeah well you take care of yourself greaser” - “you don’t have to worry about me” IM SOFT🥺
“wOWoWOoOOO COME ON GUYS I WORKED HARD FOR THESE ORANGES”
“guadal...kenel...guadal BLEEHHH” didn’t realise hoos was recreating the audience of my english speaking exam. LOOK I REALISE NOW TALKING ABOUT STOICISM TO A BUNCH OF 15 YEAR OLDS WHO DON’T CARE WAS A BAD IDEA BUT I GOT A DESTINCTION SO FUCK YOU TO THAT ONE KID
chuckler baby..... i’m in love with a dumbass. also the hit across the head. i’m soft (lads lets take a shot every time i say i’m soft in this liveblog ITS GONNA BE A FUN NIGHT jk drink responsibly and all that jazz or be dick winters that’s cool too!! heck do a babe heffron and get yourself a caprisun you deserve it)
“professor leckie” please don’t fuel his ego HE DOES NOT NEED IT
HOLD UP I NEED TO SWITCH FROM THE TV TO MY LAPTOP TO SCREEN CAP THIS SHIT LEW MY SON HAVE YOU BEEN BITING INTO AN ORANGE LIKE IT IS AN APPLE??? I WOULD BE MAD BUT HE LOOKS SO CUTE on a real note though can you eat the skin???? will he be okay?????
okay two hoos things: 1.) he looks SO DONE and i’m living for it 2.) can we talk about jacobs nose..... IM DYING TO TALK ABOUT JACOBS NOSE
okay the boats scene give me saving private ryan flashbacks i came out here to have a good time AND I AM NOT HAVING A GOOD TIME oh wait never mind runner just went ‘i could really use a stiff one right now’ i hate that but he saved the day with his dumbassery so thank you good sir i love you with all my heart
fun fact my how co ranking goes chuckler, runner, hoos, leckie
OH FUCK I FORGOT SID SJAKSJSJ y’know for someone who talks about how much they love sid i forget about him a lot. thank you for blessing my screen with your pretty face it helped me remember you exist LMAO guys my memory is not okay i’m actually concerned...... but more importantly i’d put him between hoos and leckie in the ranking :,)
call it what it is. babyism. y’all better stop before i cuddle you LOOK AT THIS SHIT THEY’RE ADORABLE
runner is the only bitch i respect in this house he’s so fucking funny
‘they’ve? poisoned? a? billion?! coconuts?’ that poor son of a bitch BLESS HIM don’t shoot the messenger okay? he seems like a sweet bean
that shot of hoos, leckie and chuckler looking down at the camera into the bunker? my sexuality. my left brain: tomas stop thirsting it’s an intense and serious show. my righ brain: but?? they’re pretty?? me nodding smugly and in agreement: BUT THEY’RE PRETTY.
THIS MAN AND HIS GUM I CAN’T why is that me. i am the gum man at my school that sounds so weird ajsksjsj i just always have gum. ALSO spearmint is superior to normal mint. NORMAL MINT BURNS LIKE ITS SPICY BRO. bubblemint is superior superior but that’s more expensive rip😭😭😭😭😭😭
‘it’s like the fourth of july’ nice to my boy sufjan getting some rep he is king of the gays after all mr i can’t explain the state that i’m in the state of my heart he was my best friend. we all owe him EVERY parallel on this goddamn app. jk there’s one other king of the gays and that is demon! shane (bfu). no this is not up for debate
the shot of the ships is phenomenal. that’s one thing i do have to credit hbo on. the special effects and cinematography are beautiful and so fucking impressive like???
‘we’re killing them’ - ‘where’s the navy?’ / ‘gone we lost four cruisers’ GOD I HAVE SUCH A LOVE HATE RELATIONSHIP FOR FORSHADOWING LIKE SOMETIMES ITS SO SEXY AND OTHER TIMES IM LIKE PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD GO AWAY
WHY DOES SID LOOK OVER HIS SHOLDER BEFORE TAKING THE WINE SIR NO ONE IS GONNA TELL YOU OFF AT WAR FOR DRINKING UNDERAGE like???? i don’t think an 18 year old having a swig is their biggest problem bless his heart
‘can’t fight em drunk don’t fight em at all’
bill if you are reading this i’m free on thursday night and would like to hang out. please respond to this and then hang out with me on thursday night, when i am free😌😘🥰😳🥺👉👈😤💘💓🙄🥴
FUCK I FORGOT HOW LOUD THE GUN SHOTS WHERE THINK I JUST WOKE THE WHOLE NEIGHBOURHOOD JC
‘skipper? skipper are you okay?? goddamnit he’s lost it come on’ :(((((
god the shots in this show really are phenomenal. i know it’s very gory and very hard to watch at times but it definitely has the best shots of the three en mi opinion. i’m a slut for the close up of dick screaming ‘move out’ with rounds flying. like who’s ever call that was? outstanding but like that’s just one? the pacific has so many emotive and excellently shot scenes.
JOG ON. STOP. IM SO SOFT IM GOING TO CRY THIS IS NOT OKAY. MOMMA CHUCKLER I CAN’T🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺
how seemlessly the scenes flow one after the other despite being opposite ends of the spectrum i DID NOT GIVE TP ENOUGH CREDIT like yeah it makes me sad as fuck but from a production point of view the writing? the acting? the cinematography? DAMN
how visibly torn and pissed off hoosier looks over the other marines tormenting the japanese soldier, stringing out his death when he’s obviously in a lot of mental as well as physical pain? the only bitch i respect in this house.
okay so like? while the shot is scarring both for him and the audience to see that kind of effortless murder it was the right thing to do? it’s better then have him be tormented and it will help leckie in the long run? how broken he looks though? like the distance is his eye and the way he swollows....... WHO IS CUTTING ONIONS HUH???? brilliant james BRILLIANT
the way i just said ‘if biology would have permitted it i would be asking you to have my babies’ at the sight of a man shoving smokes up his nose....... now ladies theyzies and gents, a prime reason to show why you should do your work. this is tom. tom didn’t do his work. with nothing to do all day tom became bat shit..... don’t be like tom. okay like it is cute though COME ON
HOW PROUD AND SMUG AND HAPPY HE LOOKS AT HIS PREMOTION ‘yes ma’am i am a corporal’ HE IS SO BABY AND FOR WHAT. oops sorry lads looks like i dropped this:
the shot of leckie swimming in the water fading off to the shot of the dead bodies mirroring his movement but obviously a life less version OOOH IMMA SUE
god love me some men with black lungs LECKIE DO BE LOOKING GOOD LIGHTING THAT CIG DAMN
“i have a girlfriend lucky me” HOOS IS LIKE MY GAY ASS YOU SURE????
“you guys step aside the real marines are here now” “AND I’VE BEEN HERE FOR SOME TIME” that shuts iconic even i said wahayyyy
also runner..... i am looking RESPECTFULLY👁👁
you’re not special leckie we all want hoosier
sister👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀
baby gene :,( YOU GINGER LIL BEBE I LOVE YOU SO FUCKING MUCH
can you really call yourself a hbo war an if you don’t sing along at the end... ITS A TUNE also hoos’ voice...... its about the drawl.......
#god ive missed these idiots#im so glad i rewatched#im a bit scared for the rollercoaster that is the rest of the series however asjsksjks#enjoy me being an idiot#thank you to the beauties that told me how to do the keep reading thing you da best xxxx#the pacific#hbo war#eugene sledge#bill hoosier smith#lew chuckler juergens#robert leckie#sidney phillips#wilbur runner conley#john basilone
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Live Feed - Forced to Serve
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TW: Description of injuries, Jaden’s sense of humor. This was originally going to be a lot darker, and maybe by the end of the month I’ll revisit my initial plan, but in the meantime, enjoy this garbage.
The two men trapped together at the mercy of a psychopath stayed in silence for a while longer. Not for lack of things to say, or at least that wasn’t true on Thom’s end, but he was exhausted.
Also he didn’t think really Dale would be up to talking much yet. The memory of the man choking and gasping wetly would haunt him for years to come. The knowledge that it had been to spare him misery was a gruesome pill to swallow.
A rolling ball of guilt settled in his chest at the thought, nestling neatly beside the other half dozen things he regretted in the past day or so. Dale didn’t even know him, and he’d willingly undergone literal torture to get him some help that had amounted to a few splints, stitches and a bag of ice that had long since melted. How do you thank someone for that? His own inadequacy silenced him.
While Thom waited, he counted the tiles in the ceiling and the panels of wood on the wall. A few hours back, he started to find patterns in the concrete flooring, only to stop when the sight of his own blood and presumably Dale’s vomit made him want to throw up too. Instead, he started inventorying his injuries. His arms. His ribs. His face. His mouth.
The stretch of nothingness was only slightly better than actually suffering Jaden or Shannon’s presences, because while it was excruciating no matter what, at least right now no one had their hands on him.
The door unlatched. For the first time, he was conscious and aware when the door opened so he committed the sound to memory. Two latches and a chain.
“Knock knock!” Jaden chirped as he entered, dragging a sloshing full bucket of water behind him.
Thom’s heart stuttered. Not again. He didn’t think Dale had it in him for round two, and Thom wasn’t so sure he’d be nearly half as strong as the other man.
Jaden stood there for a minute, watching him, picking him apart without a single word or step closer. He felt more naked than ever.
“You two are messy,” the man said, more to Thom than Dale because the older man was still blinking his way back to consciousness. “And frankly y’all made this mess, so you can clean it up.”
The mess was primarily body fluids that they wouldn’t have ever spilled if it wasn’t for these two sick freaks. “You’re fucked up,” Thom spat, the words falling out awkwardly through the new gaps in his teeth.
“I mean, maybe, but so are we all. Humans are the real monsters and all—”
“Don’t give me that shit, bastard. How many people have you tortured to death?”
Jaden stood to his full height and stared down his nose at Thom. “However many I feel like,” he said, emphasizing the present tense. “Because who’s gonna stop me? You? With all your totally manly muscles?”
That sort of childish insult shouldn’t have been able to get under his skin so easily. But it did. And it burned like a million and one insecurities fueled to a roaring inferno. Thom ducked his head and tried not to feel that condescending stare weighing on him.
“Boomer over there who’s gonna need life alert to get up off the floor? Yeah, no. I got the money to burn and the friends in all the right places and the hands to scratch backs and rub cocks. Always have, come to think.” Affecting a look of exaggerated thought, he asked, “Golly gee, so that’s why I got no sense of morality!”
“Fuck you.”
Jaden whistled and rolled his eyes. “Ooooh, very creative, Tommy-boy! A plus!”
He held back his flinch best he could, but when the other man laughed, he knew he’d still failed. His face burned with shame, hot like a fire directly beneath the worst of the bruises and lingering swelling.
“An-y-ways, you and gramps—” he pointed to each of them in turn, “—are gonna earn your keep. Or else I’ll just shove you both into Depends and leave you to it.”
The isolation wouldn’t be worth it, he reminded himself. It’s unhygienic and nasty. You have open wounds that need a clean environment. It is not worth it.
Oh, how it burned him from the inside out.
“Up and at ‘em boomer!”
Sopping wet sponge hit flesh. Finally Dale roused completely, jerking back from the sponge and then hissing in pain.
“His wrists are broken,” Thom protested. “Have a little heart!”
“As are his,” Dale added with a roll of his head to gesture vaguely at Thom, or at least in his direction.
“Oh, I’m sorry, did you get your bones broken?” He pantomimed crying. “Did somebody get their bones broken?”
“Fuck. You.”
Jaden blew a raspberry then huffed his breath. “Look, Tommy boy, you’re just not hitting me with that X factor. You know? You gotta work with me on the witty banter here.”
Abruptly, Dale said, “You are... deranged and deluded.”
“Better, a good start, but still lacking that pizzazz.” Sighing dramatically, the psychotic freak tossed a sponge at Thom. He clicked his tongue and looked pointedly around the room, demonstratively lingering on the puddles of vomit and blood in varying states of drying. “Well. Why don’t I leave you two to extreme makeover basement addition this joint? When I get back, you better be able to eat off the floor.”
No doubt because he’d make them.
“God,” Thom whispered as soon as the door shut and they were alone again. Three bolts turned this time, and not a single chain. Were there multiple of each, then? To Dale, he said, “Hey. My wrists are at least wrapped up...”
Dale, haggard in a way that took crows feet and smile lines and made them heavy and severe, met his gaze steadily. “No,” he said. “He could come back soon. We need all hands on deck.”
Thom let out a shaky breath, releasing every ounce of resistance left in his body. “You’re right,” he conceded. Somehow, that didn’t make it feel any less like he owed the older man twice over now.
As he gripped the soaking wet sponge, pain twinged up his wrists, fire curling in every inch of bone and tendon that had broken or strained. Breathing through the pain, and ignoring the way his whole body shuddered, he tightened his hold and scrubbed it against the nearest patch of blood.
The grainy texture of the floor had soaked up all fluids and was loathe to part with its grimy layer.
It took another drag of sponge over concrete for the first dark brown flakes of blood to come away, soaked and wrested free.
His wrists and shoulders were already screaming. Thom risked glancing over at Dale.
The man had dragged himself upright well enough. His core strength must be insane, he noted vaguely. But his broken, swollen and misshapen and still untreated leg dragged behind him, as straight as he could manage, and the position had to be uncomfortable. At the very least it had to be straining muscles in his hips and groin. Obviously Dale had some sort of reach and flexibility, more so than your typical middle aged man. But Thom held no illusions about the fact that any minute those muscles would start to protest the exertion.
There. Dale tried to hide his wince as he dragged the sponge across the floor, but the way he nearly chewed through his lip was telling enough. This was just as excruciating for him as it was for Thom.
Get your head on, he told himself before setting to work. Fuck Jaden. This place is going to be fucking spotless.
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Hospital Update—
howdy! did i emo post about feeling sick and going home from work and then didn’t post for a few days except to complain and say “i’m okay! i’m in hospital but i’m okay” 😦
oops, i guess i did
so if i worried you with that i’m truly sorry, and i want to emphasize the i’m okay bits of this story and the fact that i am still definitely okay but still definitely shook up and exhausted and processing that this week even really happened. so i’m gonna try to go over what went down and y’all aren’t allowed to make fun of me if it’s not as funny as my usual writing, deal? deal!🥰 i just have had a verrry shitty time with the fact that so much that happened is a blur and i kinda depend a lot on my interpretation of events, and i want to write it down so i have some kind of record before i lose even more details— and that can mean that while writing this out it’s gonna actually be a litttle tmi, and more medical mumbo jumbo than you care about, but hey what level of social media isn’t dripping in performativity? what else am i gonna do, besides type this out? watch more family feud? wait for my next potassium horsepill?
so i legit just thought i had a flu last week, thought i’d need to just sleep off the nausea and fever and body aches and tummy troubles, have some soup, have some sprite and gatorade, have some saltines, have some tylenol. i had been complaining for a few days about not feeling well and thought that’d be the worst of it as i never really get sick and when i do i never do much about it other than being a pioneer woman and suffering through it. and this post would be soooooo boring if that were the case— don’t worry, it was not the flu.
so something cracked in my blood after i went to sleep to try to feel better, and my body did that autoimmune thing that bodies do where it said “hey..... something’s trying to kill us. what if we died first?? that’ll show em!” and my blood platelets started eating themselves. not ,, good.....
meanwhile it was the next morning and i was supposed to get ready for work but i still felt like shit (because my body was torpedoing itself) so my dear memere coming to check up on me saw me wild and vomit-strewen, except i wasn’t actually wild at all i was just shutting down blood-utilizing organ by one and imagining that i was this wild Romantic mrs rochester in my burning nightgown while my aunt and memere quibbled over whether they could get me into the car to try urgent care. in my haze i heard that and my dumb ass was like “is it that necessary??” and luckily my dumb mouth wasn’t functioning at the time bc she didn’t say nothing and instead my relatives called an ambulance. our little mountain town has its own hospital, that’s a nice part of the story! it’s a nice little hospital!
the paramedic was lovely and tried to get me sweatpants because it’s november. i didn’t listen to her because my fever was insane and i was more concerned with making sure my cats weren’t in the way of the gurney 🤪#yikesolabranding
i had the same paramedic in the ambulance with me when they sent me to the hospital in the big city and i spent the whole 90 minute drive talking about how much i love those fucking cats
that’s beside the point, but i want to be clear about who i am at my core apparently, always talking about the gals 😻
so i get to the hospital and this is the first black out. i guess technically second because of when it all started, but let’s pick up with me waking up in the hospital. i have nine plasma. i have a fever of 105. i’m being given a blood transfusion, thanks high schoolers who wanted to get out of running the mile in PE that day!
they throw their dartboard tests and decide i have TTP—
basically, they just need to trick my blood into calling off the attack. how are they gonna do that? they’re gonna confuse the blood, overwhelm it, overcrowd it. they’re gonna get me to the fancy city hospital and treat my veins like frosting piping bags.
it’s snowing— no helicopter for me. i have a catheter at this point btw, and this is one of the parts that i know is tmi but ....... ladies and friends, y’all ever had a catheter?? 😩🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪 i’m dying and legit think i’d rather piss myself to death, it hurts that bad. we take an ambulance down to the valley, i complain enough about the catheter that they finally take it out for which i apologize incessantly (something that’s probably more annoying than the original complaining but i could die in my own piss comfortable and happy so whatever let’s not worry about it.) i pass out again.
i wake up in ICU. i’m assured i am neither pregnant nor have AIDS. good news✌️ especially considering some family history i won’t dive into here. they’re saying the catheter word again and that scares me bc ow, but don’t worry! this one is going in my neck :) it’s how we’re gonna save my life—
we pump thirteen (13) bags of plasma into my neck via dialysis. it works so well they decide they’re gonna do it for a week! i am weeping through the entire 90 minute procedure btw, and apologizing for it. i’m a Fun Patient!
i pass out again.
i wake up to another assurance that i am still unpregnant and don’t have AIDS. hmmm glad those ones stick!
my aunt is begging me to rub my two brain cells together so i can unlock my phone. i do, which is interesting considering when asked the year i repeatedly answer 1992 and 1994. but my 4digit phone passcode? try and wipe that from me, bitch ass stroke
my aunt calls my dad. he is less of a jerk than he could be :) he thinks my uninsured ass should move to the hospital he works at in california. fucking comedian
i text some friends waiting in my hospital bed. it’s a messy text. if you’re a friend who got one of those texts, bless your reading comprehension abilities and please know that my intention was to say something like “i don’t want to worry you, I’ve checked into the hospital but am okay” but it was like in pooh’s grand adventure when pooh bear spilt honey all over christopher robin’s note that literally said “DONT worry about me, i’m NOT going far away” and read it as “worry about me, i’m going far away” and basically i should’ve taken the opportunity to pass out again instead of trying to text lol
i did call one friend instead of text and she was at dinner with her husband, so sent a little “call you back later!” before listening to the voicemail and the poor dear felt very bad for blowing me off, though i promise i did not feel blown off, i shouldn’t have called at dinner time like a damn telemarketer!
so i wake up again and it’s been two days 😞😞 whoopsie! they’ve done more plasma, i’m stable, and my brain is coming back. I’m BORED. i’m trapped in my body and can’t move and in incredible pain! i’m covered in bruises. i’ve vomited on myself. it’s time to pump me with more plasma. while they’re doing the 40min prep work for that, i am drenched in confusion, like that camouflage spell in hp5. i start screaming apologies (even when my brain is broke i can apologize, social feminization is a hell of a drug) to my doctors who ask me who the president is and i become the “don’t make me say it” meme. that made us all feel a little better.
they pump their plasma. my episode passes. i have a violet allergic reaction all over my body. they pump some benadryl. it goes away.
i can eat solid food! by “solid food” i mean strawberry jello. they tell me to order food of more substance. i order a meatloaf, and pass out before it arrives. i feel bad, eat it cold. i have Never had a better meatloaf, although if i’m being perfectly honest she was closer to a salisbury steak. genuilnely, *chefs kiss*
it’s day five, it’s time for me to leave the ICU. this fancy new room has a toilet :) and a shower! i finally get that vomit out of my hair. my aunt brings me my glasses; they’ve been on my bedside table this whole time
day six is a petulant day ..... idk why but my neck catheter was killing worse than usual and the plasma treatments had been slowly getting more bearable but then this day ,, wasn’t. and suddenly this all felt like a lot of hoops to jump through. and i had some “this isn’t fair🥺” moping as though not being dead isn’t wicked cool enough on its own. whatever, i’m feeling a lot better today, and y’all were really nice about my grumbling so thank you for that, without an ouce of facetiousness🥰
day seven, thanksgiving! i’m finally awake early enough for breakfast. i have fruit loops and laugh at mr amazing’s pain. i have hospital turkey for thanksgiving. it’s as bad as hospital turkey has to be, i can’t blame it for that. my memere sends two blank text messages. she’s 84, so i interpret them as “happy turkey day” and “love you”
i have what is supposed to be my last plasma treatment. before they pull my neck catheter out, they decide it willl not be. i’ll have at least one more in the morning. they’re still not comfortable, but i don’t cry through all 90minutes now. only like ,, 70 minutes of it🤙 maybe i’ll break under an hour tomorrow.
that’s all for now— at this time discharge is looking like monday or tuesday. my TTP recovery is likely, just a matter of time. i’m having a really hard time looking at my phone screeen (typing this has taken on and off 4hrs of dizzy and break) but so look forward to getting back into things that make me happy like japhan content and all the fests and kiss prompts i was working on before this. thanks for listening to this poor approximation of what i remember of my hospital experience! ✨✨🥰 sorry idk how to add a damn read more
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