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MEDIC! Part 39 (Donald Malarkey x Fem!OC)

Don't be mad at me, ok!

TW- talks of R*pe, SA, Violence, talks of assault, (please let me know if I missed any).

Based on the HBO show and the actors who portray the characters, not hate to anyone involved.

Tag list: @imusicaddict, @b00ks1ut , @mstiemountainhop, @awaterfalls, @lovememadly92 @lucyfromtheoldhouse @blueberry-ovaries, @next-autopsy anyone else please let me know.

It felt as if all the air had been sucked from the room. My body shook with each second that ticked by in silence. The room had frozen, I looked from face to face, each with its own horrified grimace or rage filled stare. I glanced over my shoulder, Bull and Martin still held me steady but their faces had paled in colour, Bull appeared as if he was going to be sick as Martin’s had turned from grey to crimson.

No one uttered a word, the decision of what we were going to do hung on the Captain's shoulders. Speirs still hovered over the man, his glare set firm. He looked like a man ready to kill, and I was ready to see it happen.

Speirs cocked his gun, the only sound that filled the room. I stilled. Waiting with anticipation, yes kill him!

Speirs raised the gun to the man’s head, finger on the trigger. The men stepped back, turning away from the scene. But I watched never taking my gaze off the replacement, I wanted to watch the light leave his eyes. If Emily was really dead like he said, I needed to watch him die just like he had her.

The thought alone almost broke me, he was the last face she saw. So many questions flooded my brain, did he drag it out? Did he make her suffer? What was she thinking of when she had died? The questions alone filled me with so much fury I clenched my teeth together so hard they felt as if they were going to crack.

How was I going to survive if Emily wasn’t here? Speirs’ actions hushed my racing mind.

Speirs stood still, raising the gun at the man, a slight tremor to his hand. I could see him fighting with his morals. But this was Speirs, the ruthless killer. Or were those just tales. The Speirs we had heard about wouldn’t have hesitated, he would’ve pulled the trigger without a blink of an eye. But I watched the Captain, as he stared down the man. The man that had killed multiple other people, had shot Grant, had raped my Emily and murdered her in cold blood. He couldn’t do it. He couldn’t shoot the man who had done the most awful things to innocent people. So maybe they were just tales then.

He pulled the gun back, the soldiers in the room letting out the breath they were holding. Speirs glanced down at his hand covered in the replacement's blood, he wiped it on the man’s shirt. Looking disgusted. He took off his hat, straightening himself.

I couldn’t hold back anymore, I ripped free from my fellow soldier’s grip. Striding forward I took a hold of the Captain’s collar, I was foaming at the mouth with rage.

“What are you doing?! Shoot him! Kill him!” Ron’s face remained neutral as if I wasn’t screaming in his face.

“Malarkey, two wrongs don’t make a right.” Speirs slipped free from my grasp.

“He killed people! He deserves to die! I thought you cared about Grant and Em?” I threw insult to injury, I wanted a reaction from him, he was too calm.

Ron’s head whipped around as he stalked back to me.

“I do care.” His finger prodded at my chest. “He’s a drunk piece of shit that should be held accountable for his crimes, killing him would be putting him out of his misery. I care for my soldiers, Emily included, and that is why I will not kill that man.” Ron’s voice echoed around the room.

“But they're dead, he took them from us, so now we get to take what is owed.” I challenged him.

“Have the MP’s take care of this piece of shit.” He ordered the other men standing around us, not giving me an answer.

“Grant’s not dead Malarkey. His shot wasn’t fatal. I didn’t kill him, because I have every hope that Emily is still alive.” Ron didn’t let me utter another word, he turned on his heel marching from the room.

“Grant’s alive?” Tab asked the Captain as he left.

“Kraut surgeon says he’s gonna make it.” The Captain reported.

“We have to go find her.” I tried to dart from the room but hands held me still. “We’re running out of time! Let me go!” But the man's hand never let me free.

“LET GO OF ME!” I yelled, but Bull shook his head.

“No, Don, we need to make a plan. You can’t go running off trying to find her by yourself.” Johnny said as the rest of the men nodded.

“We don’t have time!” I argued. “She’s hurt, she’s alone.”

“We know, but Don if we don’t think about this we are increasing her chances of not making it back.”

“Don, we will find her, she’s tough!” Babe said from over Johnny’s shoulder. The rest of the men agreed.

They started making plans of teams of people and where they would search for her. I sat staring at the door. Everyone’e voices fading into the background, why didn’t the two men who witnessed it say anything about her being with them. Why didn’t I check on her before we left? I should’ve had her with me in the first place. I was frustrated, and angry.

How hurt was she? Was she still alive? What if she isn’t alive?

I felt like I was being suffocated. My breathing was shallow and fast. I was panicking. I couldn’t hear anything over my own pounding heart.

“Ok so Lieb, Babe and Malark are going to go to the road.” I heard Johnny say, I didn’t even wait for him to finish, I was up and out of the room. I heard footsteps behind me as Lieb and Babe fell into step with me.

Emily POV:

“Captain Speirs! Captain Speirs!” I called running up to the man who had left the main building.

It had taken me quite some time to walk back to the base after the replacement had driven away. I didn’t make it my mission to get back as fast as I could though. I used the silence of walking to process.

I couldn’t really, it was too hard. It hurt too much. So I grounded myself as I walked, what could I see, hear, touch and smell. Every time I fell back into the event I would ground myself. For now it was something I would push to the back of my mind. The man looked shocked to see me, shit.

“Emily?” The man stopped in his tracks as I approached him.

“Sir, is Grant alright?” I asked puffing from my run.

“He’s alive.” He stated, his eyes scanning over me.

“Good! I’m glad! Th-the man?” I asked hesitantly.

“MPs are sorting him.” I nodded, sighing.

“Emily, he admitted he hurt you too.” He uttered softly. I nodded again, unsure of what to say. My left hand was clamped over my right shoulder, but I knew that wasn’t the injury he meant.

“Right.” I hadn’t really thought of what I was going to say, I didn’t really think I was going to make it back. The last thing in my brain had been how I was going to deal with the consequences of his actions. I truly believed that this was my last night here on this earth.

But here I was standing back at the base, in somewhat of one piece.

“The replacement hurt me, yes.” I uttered. Ron looked weary, his eyes sunken into his face as lines of worry formed on his brow.

“I’m ok though, I think.” I couldn’t see the one man who had been so steadfast in all my times of need, looking so distraught.

Concern marred his face as I lied through my teeth. I wasn’t ok, but I was still breathing, that had to count for something.

“Em, you don’t have to be brave.” Ron stepped forward, his hand coming to cup my cheek. I stared at the ground unable to look him in the eyes. I knew if I would I wouldn’t be able to hold it together.

I took a deep breath trying to steady the swell of emotions that tightened my chest.

“I know.” I uttered, my voice not sounding as solid as I needed it to be.

“Where are you injured?” Ron’s had still held my face, his fingers gingerly titling my chin up so that my gaze met his.

“Shoulder, throat, cheek, I think that’s everything.” I stated my injuries like they were items on a grocery list.

“He shot me in the shoulder, strangled me, and hit me over the head with his gun.” As well as violated my body and soul, but I didn’t add that to the conversation. I wanted to keep some semblance of dignity.

“You need to be treated.” Ron replied in a monotone voice.

I studied his features, his cold mask had slipped back and was set firmly into place, looking down at me as if I had only scraped my knee. But a flicker in his eyes told me all I needed to know, he was holding it together for me, but only by a thread.

His stare looked ready to kill, the slight clench in his fist at his side before he flexed his fingers trying to shake loose the rage that rippled through his body. With each breath he took his nostrils flared, like an angry bull. Ron wanted to hurt someone, but he didn’t, for me.

“The men are planning to look for you, I’ll tell them you’re back.” He turned quickly, going to head back into the main building.

“Ron.” I called after him.

At his name he froze, his back still facing away from me.

“Let me tell them.” My voice was weak, I felt small again, I had been through war literally but in this moment I had never felt more vulnerable.

Ron turned his eyes scanning me up and down taking in my demeanour. I stood straighter trying to show I was fine, but my face seemed to give me away.

“I can tell them.” I tried again, putting some strength behind the words.

Speirs hesitated before nodding. He marched off to where he was going in the first place before I interrupted.

I took a deep breath before heading to the building I had been only hours before, happy and unaware of my horrific future. Funny how things could change so quickly.

I made my way into the building, the foyer was empty, but I could hear voices murmuring. Following the sound of the voice I find the men huddled in the main lounge, before I can announce myself I am hit by a solid wall.

My eyes travel up the figure I barged straight into, trying my best to hide the wince of pain that shoots through my shoulder from the impact.

Wide-eyed and shocked Don stares down at me, looking at me like he’s seen a ghost. Babe and Lieb peer out from behind the man curious as to why he had stopped so abruptly. Their faces also pale at the sight of me.

A tight smile finds its way onto my lips, trying to pretend that I am fine for the sake of the men who all look as if they are going to hurl.

“Em.” Don says softly, moving forward slowly.

“Hi.” My voice sounds hoarse, I swallow the sharp pain in my throat.

“EM!” Web calls from behind Don, as he sees me, he surges forward with open arms.

The sudden movement sent panic rising in my chest, I knew it was only Web but the alarm bells had already been raised.

I could feel the adrenaline coursing through my veins, as I gasped for air. My brain was only shouting one thing, survive! Survive! Survive!

I stumbled back, raising my hands to fend away his attack.

“No!” I yelled hysterically. I pitched backwards, my back harshly colliding with the table behind me. The table tipped as the contents that were scattered over it clattered to the floor.

My breathing was ragged, outstretched hands shook violently, the only sound I could hear was the erratic pounding of my heart.

Web stopped in his tracks, watching me with concern on his face. As did the rest of the men, they looked at me like a wounded deer.

I gagged, my stomach churning as it did so. I clutched my hand over my mouth and sprinted back out the front door. I desperately searched for somewhere to hide, I scrambled over to the hedges that framed the front of the property. Keeling over I emptied the contents of my stomach into the bushes. My hands clung to my pants as I reached, dry heaving until there was nothing left.

A soft hand landed in the middle of my back causing me to turn around in fright. Don held his hands up showing me he was no harm.

“Sorry, you startled me.” I wiped the back of my hand across my mouth. He stepped forward again but I raised my arm out keeping him at a distance.

“Just let my panic attack finish and then you can touch me.” I begged, I hated that I had to push him away but I feared if anyone was to touch me at that moment it would trigger another episode.

I knelt to the ground gracelessly, my jelly-like limbs not leaving much support. My shook with such vigour it chattered my teeth, my breaths were shallow and fast, as the waves of nausea made my head spin.

Panic attacks weren’t uncommon for me, but I hadn’t had one this bad since my mum died. After she passed I had at least one a day for years. With some anti-anxiety meds and some therapy they finally died down.

I practised my grounding techniques, focusing on slowing my breathing and distracting myself with my surroundings.

“What can I do?” Don asked cautiously as he sat at my side.

“Talk to me, tell me a story.” I said in between my breaths.

“I will tell you about this girl I met-”

I peeked out of the corner of my eye and a confused look pinched my brow. Don chuckled.

“Just listen before you get upset.” Don looked over at me, his charming smile shining through the darkness that clouded my mind, a simple gesture eased the pain slightly in my chest. I nodded confirming for him to go on.

“I met this girl on a tank. She sat up front looking nervous and a bit shell shocked, and for some reason I just wanted to make her feel better. So I asked her where she was from, just to distract her, but I also wanted to see her face clearly in the daylight.”

New tears welled in my eyes, but it wasn’t from the horrific events prior. He was telling me about the day we met. Right from the start he had only wanted to care for me, he didn’t even know me.

“We talked for a bit before all hell broke loose, I was kind of in a daze after I had spoken to her. The way she smiled and laughed at my jokes, that’s all I wanted to make her do, smile.”

I was so focused on his soft voice I forgot completely about the panic that had been strangling me from the inside. I felt my muscles relax and my heartbeat steady.

“Then we were tossed into battle, she had been ordered to hang back and pick up the strays, but then all of a sudden she was in front of me tending to my best friend. She wasn’t the nervous girl I had met on the tank, she was a force to be reckoned with.”

“Don.” I whispered.

“Yeah?” He paused his story, turning to look at me.

“Thank you.” Reaching out I took his hand that rested on the gravel we sat on. We sat silently, our hands intertwined looking up at the stars in the sky, his fingers brushing over the back of my hand in a soothing manner.

“Em.” He breathed, I glanced over to him, his brown eyes glazed over as tears brimmed.

I shifted forward, kneeling beside him as I took him into my embrace. His arms wrapped around my back as he held me tightly, burying his face into the crook of my neck. Don’s body shuddered as he wept, my fingers tangled into his hair as I pressed kisses to the side of his head.

“I’m ok, Don. I’m ok.” I soothed him.

“I could’ve lost you.” He pulled back, his wet tears stained his soft checks. Don’s eyes held so much sadness it broke my heart.

“What would I do without you?” The comment made me think of my decision that loomed over my head. Was I staying or was I going if the time came.

“I’m here, I’m safe. You have me.” I squeezed him tighter as he sniffed, his hand stroking down my back.

“I’ll let the guys know you’re safe and then let’s get you to Doc.” He pulled away, letting me dry his tears with my fingers. I bent down pressing the softest kiss to his lips.

Don’s POV:

I stopped in my tracks, trying not to run into the person who appeared in front of me. My heart almost burst from relief as I took in her face. She wore a blank expression, her cheek cut open and bruised, blood had stained the side of her face, but there were tear streaks that ran through the crimson.

She gave me her tight lipped I’m-ok smile, which almost always meant she was not ok. I could tell she wasn’t ok just from her eyes. They looked haunted and lifeless. Em’s eyes usually sparkled with joy and light, now that light had been put out, and it killed me.

“Em.” Her name fell from my lips with ease. I stepped forward slowly, like she was a scared kitten so skittish one false move would send her under the table.

“Hi.” Her voice was hoarse. Her eyes searched mine, even from here I could see the horror of what they had endured. Web startled all of us, when he yelled her name, running towards her.

The look of pure panic etched into her features. That moronic idiot didn't even notice until it was too late. She clung to the table, her body shaking as she gagged. Em’s face paled, her pupils were so big you would think her eyes were black.

The “no” that wretched itself free from her lips was haunting on its own. But paired with the way she had shaken her head so furiously trying to get her point across, crushed my heart right there in my chest.

She didn’t feel safe.

Web stopped, finally taking in her demeanour. But it was too late, she was already out the door quicker than anyone could yell for her to stop.

Eyes fell on me, but I was already marching out the door, sending a glare over my shoulder in Web’s direction.

I came outside to find her kneeling on the ground, her body heaved as she vomited.

Em asked me to distract her, the only thing that came into my head is the first day we properly met. She had sat right on the front of the tank, nervously taking away to Bull, who had been distracted. I watched her realise that he wasn’t listening and let her conversation die on her tongue.

She nervously shook her leg, even from behind I could see her shoulders were tense as she tried to find anything to distract her. So I had, it was more for selfish reasons really. I wanted to be the one she nervously rambled too, not Bull.

The whole tank ride we had spoken to each other, she talked so animatedly, her bright blue eyes shining in the warm sun and her rosy cheeks that flushed when I told her jokes. Em was the most beautiful person I had ever seen, inside and out. I think I had fallen in love with her then.

But then I got closer to her, she made friends with my friends and I found she was the only thing that I could think of, day and night, it was only ever her.

But I hadn’t told her all of that. I couldn't form the words.

I sat beside her until she had declared it was over. Pain still haunted her eyes. I was losing her again. I had just gotten her back. I couldn’t lose her. I needed her. I don’t think she even knew the impact she had on me.

I remembered one night when she woke screaming from her nightmares, she said she had felt selfish. I dismissed her idea immediately. Never had she ever been selfish, she gave everything to me, she leaned on me when she needed and I did the same with her.

I’m sure she didn’t even notice when she was doing it. Her small jokes, the way she touched me gently, her look of concern and care, the way her eyes found mine in every room she walked into. We looked after each other from the very start.

Em was a light in the darkness. But even sunshine could be covered by clouds.

I told her I would inform the men she was safe and then take her to get treated for her injuries. I’m sure they had questions, we all did. But she would tell us with time. We wouldn’t push her.

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Chapter 40

#ok i know I said I was gonna get justice #but I can't make speirs do that #that's not what Em would want #band of brothers #hbo war #donald malarkey #easy company #emily lane #Emarkey #band of brothers fanfic #dick winters #ronald speirs #lewis nixon #babe heffron #joe liebgott #johnny martin #bull randleman

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shimmerwindow · 1 year ago

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I Never Really

Part Eight

Word Count: 6.7k

Warnings: Alcohol use, mention of marijuana, brief mention of cocaine (not consumed by any main characters), smut (18+ only)

Sexual content: choking, fingering, oral (f rec), unsafe sex, plain ol' fuckin, and of course I would be lost without a creampie

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If the last party had been a bit overwhelming, then this party could be described as sensory hell. Within only a few seconds of being there, you saw a group of zombies playing beer pong in the front yard, and two Sesame Street characters doing cocaine off the kitchen table. You were a bit nervous, sticking close to Sam’s side as he guided you into the house. His brothers stood in the living room, a drink in each of their hands, chatting happily with the group assembled out there.

“Sammy boy!” Jake exclaimed upon seeing the two of you, running over to give both of you a hug. He was dressed as a pirate, the pieces of his costume almost a bit too accurate, like he’d stepped out of a different era. When he wrapped his arms around you, you were hit with that familiar scent, memories of the last party rushing back to your head.

He looked you over, trailing his eyes over your figure the same way he’d done the first time you met him. It made something inside you ache, something you couldn’t quite describe. He caught your eyes and you noticed he’d put on eyeliner, just a bit, just enough to make his gaze feel even more piercing.

Josh followed close behind, pulling you into a tight hug. “You look incredible, sunshine. My lord.” He looked you up and down, gesturing at you with a point of his finger. “Doesn't she look amazing?” He asked, looking between Jake and Danny, who had come over to join you.

“Quite beautiful. Very angelic,” Jake said.

“You look outstanding. None of these guys deserve to see it,” Danny joked with a whisper, cupping a hand to the side of his mouth like he was telling you a secret.

A blush rose into your cheeks, and you shook your head. “I just…wanted to look nice. And you guys all look awesome.”

Josh was dressed in a classic hippie getup, with a pair of huge sunglasses, flared pants, and a vest over his otherwise bare chest. Danny was dressed as a cowboy, and he’d gone all-in on the fit, cowboy boots and all. He had on a hat that looked far too nice for a Halloween outfit.

“Is that your hat?” You asked.

He tipped the brim at you, doing a goofy bow with one hand on the comically large belt buckle he was wearing. “Darn tootin’, little miss. Got it alongside the boots a few years ago.”

You placed a hand over your heart, returning the mock accent he’d put on. “Oh, my. What a gentleman you are!”

Jake offered to grab you and Sam a drink, and you happily accepted, following him into the kitchen while Sam took a seat in the living room with the other two.

“So, who are you trying to impress? Or make jealous?” Jake asked, taking the top off of a bottle of tequila.

“I’m sorry?”

He gestured towards you. “The costume. You’re the hottest one here, no contest. Did you get your heart broken recently?”

“I…no. Well…” You watched his hands as he poured you a drink that would certainly be too strong. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

“I won’t pry. Unless you want me to.” He handed you your drink, and started making another one.

You took a cautious sip, pleasantly surprised. You could barely taste the alcohol. “This is good.”

“Thank you. My secret recipe.” He finished his own drink, swirling it around in his hand for a moment while he leaned against the counter to face you. “I’m guessing you made up with Sam?”

You nodded. “He apologized. He explained how–” You cut yourself off. You definitely shouldn’t repeat his explanation to Jake, of all people. “He just explained why he was mad. But it’s all okay now.”

“That look in your eye,” he pointed at you, squinting his eyes. “You’re still mad at him, aren’t you?”

It was genuinely annoying how well Jake could see right through you. Like he was reaching into your brain and stealing your thoughts. It almost felt violating, the way he seemed to always just know.

“A little.”

“Because of that fight?”

You hesitated for a moment too long. “Yeah.”

He gave you a knowing smile. “You don’t have to lie to me.”

“I’m not lying.”

“So what was his excuse?” He eyed you over the rim of his cup as he took a swig.

“I don’t want to get into it, honestly.”

“I won’t push. Just want to make sure you’re alright.” He was being genuine, that much you could tell for certain.

“I appreciate that, Jake. I really do.”

He gave you a smile, the kind that made you a bit weak in the knees, and gestured towards the living room. Sam and Danny were deep in conversation on the mantle of the fireplace, and Josh was in the corner chatting up some group of people you didn’t recognize. The two of you took a seat on the couch, and you made yourself small in the corner against the arm rest, your legs tucked under you.

Jake was a good talker. He made worthwhile conversation, even though you weren’t entirely in the mood to talk about anything. He asked a lot of questions, and the two of you would spiral off into a tangent regarding that question. At one point, he mentioned the band, the one Sam had said they were trying to drag him into.

“Do you guys have a name?” You asked.

He shook his head. “It's not serious enough for that, not yet. I want a name to come organically, when it’s time.”

“Makes sense. It would suck to pick a name and want to change it later.”

“Exactly.” He flicked his finger against one of your wings, sending it bouncing back and forth. “You should come to one of our little shows some time.”

“Where at?”

“We just play out of the garage, or back there, typically.” He gestured to the back of the house.

“Are you any good?” You smirked.

He laughed a bit, then gave you a wide-eyed, serious look. “The best.”

“Text me about it some time. I’d love to come, if I’ve got some free time on my hands that day.”

“I will,” you smiled.

The two of you sat in comfortable silence, and you listened in to the conversations around the room. Sam’s voice reached your ears first, the sound of it so familiar and enjoyable that you seemed to pick it out of the crowd easily.

“She’s great.” He was still talking to Danny.

“You don’t sound very excited.” Danny's voice was harder to pick out, but you could hear it nonetheless.

“Nah, man, I was with her the other night. She’s a really sweet girl.”

Your skin prickled and your fingers tensed up. She. Her.

“She’s gorgeous,” he went on.

“Are you guys together, or what?”

“Not yet.”

You’d heard enough. Not yet. Those two words felt like a gunshot straight to your chest. You could barely hear Jake over the noise of your thoughts as he prodded you with a quiet “Hey.”

You didn’t respond.

“Hey.” He called your name, placing a gentle touch on your arm that finally snapped you out of your trance.

You blinked at him a few times, your fingers white-knuckled on the armrest of the couch.

“You okay?” He looked at you with genuine concern.

“Yeah, I just…” you cleared your throat. “I think I need another drink.”

“Not a problem. Follow me.”

You could feel Sam’s eyes burning a hole in the back of your head as you walked away with Jake, back into the kitchen, where he mixed you up another drink.

“Stronger this time,” he warned, handing it to you.

“Thanks. I need it.”

“Listen, sweetheart. What's going on with you?”

You shook your head. “I already said I don't want to get into it. Just exhausted, that’s all.”

“Well, letting it fester doesn’t seem to be doing you any favors.” He pinched one of your wings between his fingers and pulled at it. “Come here.”

He led you out the back door, and the two of you took a seat around the fire. He slid his chair across the grass as close to yours as it would go. “I can keep a secret, if that’s what you need. Just talk to me.”

“Jake…” This was only the second time you’d interacted with him. You weren’t ready to open up about anything to him – at least, not in your partially-sober mental state. “I appreciate you worrying about me. I really do. But I can't get into specifics with you.”

He toyed with the ruffled sleeves of his shirt. “Then be vague.”

“Well,” you sighed. “Do you ever just feel like everything is crashing down around you all at once?”

He nodded. “I know the feeling quite well.”

“That’s just kind of where I’m at right now.” He was basically a stranger to you, but you couldn’t help but open up just a bit around him. He radiated an aura that made you feel seen and understood, and the way he was apparently able to read your mind lent greatly to that feeling.

“I don’t want to overstep, but you know you can come to any of us about anything. These guys–” he gestured at the house. “They care. I care. Sam, especially. He really–”

“He is the issue,” you blurted out, cutting him off.

Jake shut his mouth, rocking his chair back and looking into the fire, processing your outburst. “So…” he trailed off, clearly not sure how to proceed.

“I just can’t figure him out.”

“You did only just meet him a month ago,” Jake countered. “Just give it some time. Don't let one fight taint your entire image of him.”

You were quickly painting yourself into a corner with this line of discussion. You couldn't exactly tell him why you were upset, without a full declaration of your love for Sam. “You’re right.”

“He’s smart. Smarter than anyone else I know. Guys like that can be a bit confusing.” He gave you a small smile. “Just let it go, whatever you’re still mad at him about. Your whole world doesn’t have to fall apart over one argument.”

You wished that this was something so simple, something you could just let go of.

“You need a sippy cup for that?” He pointed at the drink in your hand, still mostly full.

“Yeah, actually,” you giggled. “A princess crown too.”

For just a little while, Jake was able to make you forget all about the pain that still throbbed in your heart. Your typical worries washed away with every sip of the drinks he made you as the minutes turned into hours. You watched as all types of ghouls, monsters, and characters shuffled around the fire. The occasional couple in matching outfits would sometimes come by, and you had to avert your eyes every time, your mind drifting to the other half of your angel-devil getup that was wandering around the house somewhere.

Sam made an appearance at one point, sitting right next to you. Jake gave him a side-eyed look, glancing between you and him a few times, but he kept his mouth shut. You were a bit nervous he would leave the two of you alone. You weren’t sure you could handle that right now. Just looking into Sam’s eyes was enough, you didn’t want any more than that. He could sense it, you were certain. Something had shifted, and the air between you was thicker now. Conversation between the two of you was brief and clipped.

When he finally walked off with some guys you’d never seen before, things felt different. Jake was gazing at you intensely, giving you that same look he’d given you at the first party. Looking at you like he could eat you alive.

“You know,” he began, leaning a bit closer to you. “We never finished our conversation from the other week.”

You wracked your brain trying to recall what he was talking about, visibly lost.

“So would you be mad if I was?”

His words seemed like complete gibberish at first. But when he raked his eyes over your body, it came rushing back in like a tide, a knot forming in the pit of your stomach and your legs crossing a little tighter. That had been his response when you’d asked him if he was flirting with you.

“Not at all.” You said it with no hesitation, not a doubt in your mind. He was enchanting in a way you couldn’t describe even with a thousand metaphors.

He ran a hand through his hair, a gesture that reminded you deeply of a certain someone. If you couldn’t have him, then you’d take the next best thing. The thought felt evil, dirty, sickening, even. That you were even considering the one thing you knew would hurt him more than anything else…it wasn't like you.

As if right on cue, the yard became eerily silent. Something had drawn the crowd inside for now, and it was just the two of you, a group quietly passing a joint in the opposite corner of the yard, and the crackling of the fire. His hand came to rest on your thigh, just below where the stockings were wrapped in a neat little white bow. It was there for comfort, but the warmth of his palm singed your skin and sent flames raging through your body. Your stomach dropped, and you wondered how a man could make you have such a reaction to such a simple, innocent touch.

“You okay with this?” He asked.

Whether he meant his advances, or his fingers burning right through your skin to the bone, was not clear to you.

You would lie to yourself every chance you'd get, but you weren’t stupid. Jake was clearly into you. The tension was palpable now that the two of you were alone, if only just for a moment. You were a perfect level of drunk at this point. Still lucid, but your inhibitions dulled to just the right level. “I’m fine, but…this costume,” you whined. “It’s so uncomfortable.”

Jake looked at you with a fire in his eyes that could scorch you, so intense you averted your gaze. It was like he had grown bigger, eclipsing everything in your vision. He burned brighter than the fire that illuminated his stunning features in a brilliant orange. “Is that so?”

You nodded.

“What a shame it would be if someone took it off.” His tone implied that he was joking, but the look on his face said quite the opposite.

“Yeah,” you giggled. “I look so nice, I can’t imagine what I would look like with less clothes.” Flirting, especially the kind you were doing now, wasn’t something you did often. In fact, you weren’t sure you’d ever done this kind of thing before.

He tilted his head at you, raising an eyebrow. “Is the little angel trying to ask me something?”

“Am I not making it obvious enough?”

You knew the gravity of the choice you were making. This would be a secret you could not keep forever, actions you wouldn’t be able to take back. None of that mattered anymore, though. There was one man you truly, unequivocally wanted, and he was not yours. He would never be yours. If he wanted you, he would be the one next to you right now.

“Plenty obvious, dear lady.” He belted the words in an accent you’d heard a few times before. “Come with me.”

“I expected something a bit more romantic from you, Jakey.”

He smiled at you, but the fire never left his eyes. “I don’t think I need to seduce you any further. Shut up and follow me.”

You felt dazed, completely out of your body as he took your hand in his and rushed you through the house and up into his room. Before you had time to come back down to reality your back was pressed up against a door and Jake was mere inches from your face, eyes piercing straight through you, his hand wrapped around the back of your neck. He pulled off the headband that held a halo to your head, tossing it away somewhere behind him. So sickeningly poetic, an obnoxiously obvious metaphor.

“You’re sure you want this?” He asked, drawing a bit closer.

You weren’t completely sure of anything anymore. The one thing you knew was that this was real, he was here, and those gorgeous eyes were staring right through you. Eyes you saw in many dreams. You’d been holding back from running your fingers through his hair all night, and it had now become impossible to deny the way he made you feel. Your heart raced, blood rushing through your veins at an impossible speed. He smelled different this time, some different type of cologne. Yet there was still the underlying scent of him, of Jake.

He leaned forward and you were certain your insides turned to ice water when his lips met the side of your neck, placing a delicate kiss there. “I won’t take the most intense fuck-me eyes I’ve ever seen in my life as an answer, angel. Speak.”

“Yes.”

“I need more than that.”

“Jake, please…” you whined, drawing a gasp when his teeth raked across your skin. “Please just…just touch me.”

His fingers snaked up into your hair, giving a gentle tug to the side as he finally bit down on your neck. A soft moan escaped your lips as he sucked bruises into your skin. You knew you should stop him, tell him he can’t, people will see if he marks you up. But you just didn’t care anymore, and it felt far too good to stop him. So what. Let them see.

He wrapped his arms around you, walking you back towards the bed before almost throwing you onto it. He practically ripped his shirt off, throwing it to some dark corner of the room. He put a knee up on the bed beside you, and you leaned back as he leaned forward, until your little wings touched the mattress. He was crouched over you, silhouetted by the lamp light behind him. You were suddenly very aware of how quickly you were breathing.

“You alright?”

“Jesus, how many times do I have to say yes?”

“My name is Jake, actually. And I just want to make sure you’re happy, little angel.” He gave you such a sweet smile you thought your heart would burst right then and there.

“I couldn't be any happier right now.”

He descended onto your bare collarbones, biting against your skin with perfect pressure. You couldn't say a word, only gasp and whine under him. It felt too fucking good to finally have him like this.

You weaved your fingers through his hair, tugging at it gently, pulling him away from your neck. He moved willingly under your touch, more than you expected. You arched your back and reached for the zipper that held your costume around yourself, but his fingers wrapped around your forearms, squeezing just a bit too hard.

“Keep it on.”

“But–”

“I said keep it on. Did you not hear me, or are you choosing not to listen?”

Your heart skipped a beat, and he took your stunned silence as a chance to lean forward. There was a pause when your lips brushed. This was it, this was the point of no return. When you would awake from a dream where Jake had been right where he was now, sweat drenching your sheets and a throbbing between your legs, this was the thing you swore you would never do. This was the line you swore you would never cross, for fear of hurting Sam. None of that mattered anymore. He didn’t want you. He fought with you. He yelled at you. The line disappeared, and you crossed it without a doubt in your mind.

You pulled Jake in, unceremoniously, and your lips crashed together. He was soft, gentle, he moved with you. Your grip tightened in his hair when he sucked your bottom lip between his teeth, giving it a gentle bite. You pulled him away from your lips and he went with ease, staring at you with wide eyes.

He seemed so compliant, so eager to please you. You ran your thumb over his lips, and you couldn't help but envision him buried between your thighs. And as if he could read your mind, he began to crawl down the length of you, leaving kisses wherever his mouth could reach. He rested his head against your thigh, eyes flicking between you and the fabric draped across your lap. Like he was preparing himself.

“Jake…” You shifted your hips, growing desperate for some kind of touch.

He shushed you, trailing his fingers up your bare leg, just barely grazing the skin, making you shudder. “Wanna take my time.”

Painfully slowly, he pushed your skirt out of the way, the fabric gathering around your hips, your lacey panties on full display now. You propped yourself up onto your elbows to get a better look at him, though the sight of him there was almost too much to bear.

“You look soaked already. All I’ve done is kiss you, sweet girl.” A grin spread across his face as he met your eyes. “You need me that bad, huh?”

“Obviously,” you whined.

He ran his thumb across the fabric of your panties, gently pulling them to one side. He ran a finger through your folds, staring at you like you were the most beautiful thing he'd ever laid eyes on. “All for me?” he breathed.

“All for you.”

He tore your panties off as quickly as he could, and slid a finger into you, and you felt completely breathless, dropping back down against the sheets. He moved masterfully, working you open, playing with you like you were a little toy for him.

“Oh fuck, Jake…” you stuttered over your words, every syllable a whimper.

“Louder, angel.”

You looked down at him, his eyes blazing into yours, dark and hungry.

“But they'll hear–”

“Let them.” He dropped down, laving his tongue over your clit, and you couldn’t stop the choked oh, god that fell from your lips.

“I can’t, that's so…” you couldn't finish your sentence, your words interrupted by gasping moans that you bit back, mortified by the idea of anyone hearing you.

“I’ll just have to make you louder, then.” He spoke the words pressed against you, the vibrations of his lips making you writhe. You tangled a hand in his hair, unconsciously pushing him closer against you.

“You’ve been driving me crazy all fucking night,” he growled between licks of your clit. “I waited long enough to hear you.”

You had to bite the back of your hand to keep quiet when he added a second finger, curling them in just the right way, your other hand grabbing onto his hair for dear life.

“I didn’t even do anything,” you whined, sounding downright pathetic.

“Really?” He pressed his thumb against your clit in the absence of his tongue, sending a shiver through your body. “The whole night you were staring at me like you couldn’t wait for this.” He brought his tongue back to your clit, drawing a needy whine.

He was good at this, finding every spot you loved so quickly, testing different movements and angles, figuring out what made you moan the loudest or grab his hair the hardest. You were quickly unraveling beneath him.

“You want me to fuck you?” He asked, his mouth still against you.

“Isn’t that what we’re doing?”

He pulled away from you, looking up at you with those wide eyes that made you feel insane, his fingers still moving. Your own wetness was smeared across his lips, his mouth curled up in a sly smile. “You know what I mean.”

You barely gave it a second thought before you whispered out a quiet “yes.”

“What was that, baby?”

You repeated yourself, gasping out the word a bit louder this time.

He brought himself up onto his knees, placing one hand on the side of your head, looming over you while his fingers still worked you perfectly. “I need more than that.”

All of this, the talking, the way his voice was a bit more raspy than normal, the way his hair hung down into his face, it was all too much. You were rushing towards your peak far too fast, the buildup far too long, and the feeling must have reflected in your face a bit too clearly.

“Are you gonna cum? Already?” He said it so cocky, so snarky, with almost a laugh behind it. Like he couldn’t believe his eyes.

You nodded, words becoming impossible to form, your eyes slipping shut as your back arched off the bed.

“Look at me,” he demanded.

You looked at him through half-lidded eyes, barely able to take in his dreamlike appearance. “Jake…” you whined, reaching for him, wrapping your arms around his neck. He let you pull him closer, brushing his lips against yours as he collapsed onto you. “Yes, baby?” You could feel his lips curl into a grin and he tasted like you.

You couldn’t find words, only choked moans came out of you as the heel of his hand pressed against your clit. You were so close, holding yourself back, for what reason you weren’t entirely sure.

“Go on, do it.”

Just those simple words of coaxing were enough to send you crashing over the edge, a sound coming out of you that you didn't even know you could make. Your teeth latched onto his collarbones, biting and sucking at his skin and earning you a few soft moans from his lips.

“That’s it…good girl.” He whispered into your ear in a way that made you shiver and twist your fingers into the fabric of his shirt, your entire body on fire. It felt like it would never end, his words prolonging every sensation as he talked you through it, with words of praise and filthy commands. “Keep going, angel, doesn’t that feel good?” He asked as you started to curl in on yourself, trying to tuck your knees to your chest. Whatever he was doing to you right now, nobody had ever done before.

It felt like the longest orgasm you’d had in your life, and you wouldn’t be surprised if it was. When he felt you’d had enough, and you started reaching for his wrist to pull it away, he finally relented, slowing and eventually stopping. As you came down, he pulled back, looking into your eyes with that fiery gaze that pierced right through you. He needed the same thing, and god did it have you throbbing all over again.

“Fuck me,” you whispered.

In one fluid motion he pulled away and flipped you over, yanking your hips up and putting a hand on the small of your back to hold you down. You yelped, surprised he was able to just…throw you around like that. The sound of his belt clinking behind you was erotic enough to draw a small moan out of you. Then the sensation of him dragging himself over your core – you nearly collapsed back down onto the bed.

“Don’t worry, angel. Gonna fuck you nice and sweet.”

You buried your face in the sheets to hide the agonized groan that ripped out of you as he pressed into you. He filled you so perfectly, in a way nobody else ever had. And then he just…stopped. He leaned down over you, his forehead resting against your back.

“Jakey–” the nickname slipped out unconsciously. “Please move, please–”

“Patience, angel.” You could feel his chest rising and falling with shaky, quick breaths.

You made a pleading, desperate sound, tightening yourself around him and trying to rock your hips back against him.

“Oh, don’t fucking do that,” he growled.

You needed this for longer, needed him as long as you could possibly have him. You felt a pressing need to be good for him.

He pulled his hips back, and snapped them forward again, sending stars across your vision. You clawed at the sheets, downright unholy sounds escaping you as he settled into a rhythm.

His hands roamed over your body until one of them landed on your lower stomach, just below your navel. He pulled you closer with that hand, adding just a bit of pressure in just the right place. “I’m right there, baby. You feel it?”

You whimpered, your mind scattered in every direction – you weren't used to this kind of dirty talking. Of course you could feel him, impossibly deep, taking up every square inch of you. “Yeah, I do,” you choked out, each word punctuated by a gasp.

“You’re taking it so good, sweet girl.” His hand wandered a bit lower, grazing across your clit, just enough to make you buck your hips, but he gave you no more than that light touch.

“More, please,” you gasped, trying to draw deeper breaths to keep yourself grounded. But he knocked the wind out of you with every thrust of his hips.

He clicked his tongue and murmured a pitying aww. “Does my sweet angel need something?”

“I need to see you, please, I want to–”

Before you could finish your sentence he was spinning you around to face him, practically throwing you down onto the bed. The ease at which he could manhandle you was stunning.

You clawed at his chest as he guided himself back into you, and you were certain you’d leave scratch marks on his skin. His expression as he did so was something that you felt burn into the back of your mind, something you would never forget. Like a song lyric you couldn’t stop replaying in your mind. His jaw slack, his upper lip curled up just a bit in something like a sneer, his brows knitted together, his head tilted slightly to the right, as if he was trying to get a better view.

It felt gentler now. The rush and frenzy of it all had worn off, and he moved slowly and deliberately. When his eyes met yours, the sensations caught up with your mind, and a brick wall of bliss crashed against you. You dragged your nails down his chest, your back arching off the bed when he bottomed out inside you.

“Is that better?” The smirk on his face alone was enough to make you tighten around him.

“Much better,” you sighed.

He settled into a rhythm again, one hand wrapped around your thigh and the other gripping the top of the headboard. Like he was putting his body on display for you. He hadn't taken off the chains around his neck, and the amulets made a lovely clinking sound as they swung back to collide with his chest with every thrust. You lifted yourself up off the bed, trying to drape your arms over his shoulders–

He pushed you back down with a hand against your chest. He shifted, his hands coming to rest on either side of you.

“I want to be closer to you,” you whined, like a spoiled brat.

“I want to watch you.”

You pouted, wrapping your arms around his neck once again and trying to pull yourself up. But something held you back.

“You’re pinned, angel.”

It clicked – he was holding you down by your wings. The tiny bits of feather and fabric and wire strapped tightly around your shoulders. You wriggled under his grip, desperately trying to pull away, trying to get just a little closer to him, needing to feel more of him on you.

“You were taking it so good, baby,” he groaned. “Why all the fuss now?”

“Need you.” You tried to speak the words, but they came out as a full-fledged moan. It was almost embarrassing how needy you sounded.

His expression twisted into a cruel smile. “Need you,” he mimicked the way you’d moaned it, almost perfectly. “I need you to let me fuck you the way I know you’ll like it.”

You were stunned into silence, only able to take small sips of air through his thrusts.

But he mimicked that too. “You sound so pretty. I figured you would.” He always had a way of rendering you speechless.

All of his words, the perfect angle of his hips, the way you were pinned down, all of it was leading to a cliff edge you knew so well, the tension in your body rising to a level you didn’t think possible. It almost scared you a bit, and Jake must have read the fear in your eyes, from the way he grinned.

“Is the pretty angel gonna cum for me?”

You nodded frantically, words evading you.

“You didn’t ask permission first.”

Your eyes rolled back, your jaw dropping open in stunned silence at his words. Ask permission?

You managed to mumble out a “please” between moans.

“Nowhere near good enough,” he hissed. “Try again, or I’ll stop.” He wasn’t joking either, his hips slowing their pace, angling just away from your clit.

Every ounce of inhibition you had left went out the window at that moment, your eyes locking with his “Please, Jake, please, can I cum, sir? Please, I'm trying to be so good for you–” The words rushed out faster than your brain could process what you were saying.

He seemed to break a bit, his hips snapping forward harder than before. His hand came up to wrap around your throat, his fingers placed perfectly on top of your veins. “Say it again.”

“Please, sir,” you sobbed, feeling a tear roll down your cheek. “I can’t– I can’t wait any longer–”

“Since you asked so nicely.” He pressed himself against you again, grinding his hips into your clit, and it only took a moment before you were cascading off the edge into the abyss. It felt like falling, your entire body tightening all at once, before you burst into sheer bliss, a smile gracing your lips as Jake’s hand tightened around your throat just right. Through your clipped breaths you called his name, not a thought in your mind about who may hear.

Through your daze of pleasure, you could hear his voice, sweet and soft in your ear, talking you through it. “That’s it baby, cum for me, I’m right there with you,” before his words devolved into groans so sweet they could rot your teeth. You could feel him pulsing inside you, filling you, spilling out of you onto the sheets.

The two of you stayed like that for a while, his hand slipping off your neck to stroke the side of your face, brushing away the tears that gathered on your cheeks. He collapsed down onto his forearms, breathing heavily, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

Your voice came out of you cracked and broken, still the whisper of a moan on your tone. “Did you…”

“Yeah. I did. Fuck, I’m sorry.” He shook both of your bodies with silent laughter. “I swear I didn’t mean to. Are you…”

“Yes. Don’t worry.”

“Oh, I’m going to.”

You giggled, a pure, clean sound that cut through the fog of tension in the room. “I forgot how good that feels.” You started to tremble, wrapping your shaking hands around him. “They definitely heard me, by the way.” You could hear laughter and conversation from the floor below – there was no chance they didn’t hear you shouting his name.

“Whatever.”

You laughed again, raising an arm to run your fingers through his hair, now damp with sweat. “That was…” you couldn't find the words to describe it.

“Too rough?” He propped himself up to look at you. “You look a mess.”

You could imagine it, mascara running down your face, hair disheveled, costume wrecked. “Perfect,” you smiled.

“Really.” He planted a kiss on the tip of your nose. “Glad to hear it.” Looking you up and down, he heaved a sigh. “You’re leakin’ on my sheets, though.”

“Sorry, sir.” You crossed your legs and shot him a smirk.

He narrowed his eyes at you, a smile dancing on the corners of his lips. “Let me grab you something to clean up.”

“Not gonna do it yourself?” You teased as he rolled off the bed, pulling on a pair of sweatpants.

“What, you want me to eat it out of you? There’s a three course meal in there right now.” He shot you a look over his shoulder, and you felt a blush creep into your cheeks.

“So vulgar.”

“Nah, just rock and roll.” He tossed you a towel and you cleaned yourself up the best that you could, before rolling over to haul yourself out of bed. You stood on wobbly knees, a dizziness suddenly crashing down over you, like your mind had forgotten you were still drunk until this moment. Jake was there in an instant, his arms hooking under yours to keep you on your feet.

“Careful now.”

He helped guide you into the bathroom as a content daze washed over you.

“Shout if you need anything,” he said in a hushed tone, letting go of you and retreating from the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.

Emotions you hadn’t felt in far too long rushed together through your mind all at once as you sat down on the toilet. You hadn’t had time for sex in college. Too focused on your degree, too focused on your future, you had no interest in pursuing any of the men on campus. But maybe this is what you’d been missing this whole time. This was the piece of you that you’d been stifling, holding down. The reason you couldn’t seem to forget about Sam.

For now, you could push him out of your mind, the space he’d been taking up now replaced with Jake. And that horrible, nauseating feeling of butterflies you got around Sam didn’t happen when you saw Jake. He was safe. This was platonic, this was no-strings-attached, just a good time between two friends-of-friends.

You were suddenly very aware of how uncomfortable your costume was. You threw it off in a hurry, standing naked in front of the mirror, pondering your own reflection. He’d left a few rosy bruises on your collarbones and your neck. Your fingers brushed across them, the sight of being claimed making you throb, just a bit.

Are you sore? From fucking my brother? Sam’s words echoed through your mind at an alarming volume.

I wasn’t then. But I am now.

A knock at the door startled you out of your haze.

“You okay in there?” Jake’s voice called through the wood.

“Yeah.” Your voice was broken and hitched. “I need clothes though.”

He opened the door and you quickly covered yourself with a yelp. He was holding a pair of sweatpants and an old t-shirt in his hand.

“I’ve already seen it all. You don’t have to hide it,” he chuckled. “Put these on.”

You did as he said, noticing the warm scent of vanilla that drifted off his clothes.

“I would offer to drive you home, but I…don’t think I should drive.”

You shook your head. The idea of being alone after that was an unpleasant one at best.

“You can sleep here, if you want.”

“I’d like that very much.”

He grabbed your hand and led you back over to his bed. He’d already made it back up neatly, the covers turned down, the room softly illuminated by only a small lamp in the corner. It didn’t feel intrusive to be here, it felt like home.

“I’m gonna go see how the guys are doing. You get some rest, alright angel?”

You crawled under the covers, your body immediately relaxing, releasing the tension you didn’t realize you’d been holding onto. “Alright,” you mumbled, eyes half-lidded.

You were nearly asleep before he even left the room.

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Quotes from Firefly/Serenity Sentence Starters

Send one for my muse’s reaction. Feel free to change pronouns as needed.

“Let’s go be bad guys!”

“Ten percent of nothin’ is … let me do the math here … nothin’ into nothin’ … carry the nothin’ … ”

"We’re crooks. If everything were right, we’d be in jail.”

"Nothing buys bygones quicker than cash."

“Like woman, I am a mystery.”

“Oh, I think you might wanna reconsider that last part. See, I married me a powerful ugly creature.”

“Every man there go back inside or we will blow a new crater in this little moon.”

“Well, maybe I’m not a fancy gentleman like you, with your … very fine hat. But I do business. We’re here for business.”

"How can you say that? How can you shame me in front of new people?"

"Um, I’m trying to put this as delicately as I can…how do I know you won’t kill me in my sleep?"

"Go to blackout! We're being buzzed!"

"Well, I guess death will solve the issue to everyone's satisfaction."

"Everybody plays each other. That's all anybody ever does. We play parts."

“Did something just fly off my gorram ship?”

"You guys had a riot... on account of me? My very own riot?"

“We’ve done the impossible, and that makes us mighty.”

"It's been a big day, what with the abduction, and all."

"I'm not sure you'd be safe."

"Live with a man forty years. Share his house, his meals… speak on every subject… then tie him up, and hold him over the volcano's edge. And on that day, you will finally meet the man."

“Curse your sudden but inevitable betrayal!”

"Seems like a lovely little community of kidnappers."

"Maybe. Or maybe you're exactly where you ought to be."

“Can we maybe vote on the whole murdering people issue?”

"If you take sexual advantage of her, you will burn in a very special level of hell. The kind they reserve for child molesters and people who talk at the theater."

"Go play with your rainstick."

"Don't make yourself sick."

“Mercy is the mark of a great man.”

"I don't suppose you'd find it up to the standards of your outings. More conversation, and somewhat less... petty theft and getting hit with pool cues."

"You gonna give us what's due us and every damn thing else on that boat. And I think maybe you gonna give me a little one-on-one time with the misses."

"I cannot abide useless people."

"Mmm. You missed a spot."

“Man walks down the street in a hat like that, you know he’s not afraid of anything … ”

"This is the place. We'll buy you the time."

“Also? I can kill you with my brain.”

“Psychic, though? That sounds like something out of science fiction.”

"It’s not embarrassing to be a virgin. It’s simply one’s state of being."

"That's why I never kiss 'em on the mouth."

"I been waiting for you to kiss me since I showed you my guns."

"I'll be in my bunk."

"They don't like it when you shoot at 'em. I worked that out myself."

"Drunks are so cute."

“Going on a year now, nothins twixed my neathers not run on batteries.”

"He's not wildly interested in ingratiating himself with anyone, yet he's very protective of his crew. It's odd."

"How we treat our dead is part of what makes us different…than those did the slaughtering."

“The important thing is the spices. A man can live on packaged food from here ’til Judgment Day if he’s got enough rosemary.”

"I think you have a problem with your brain being missing."

"Okay! Everybody not talking about sex, in here. Everybody else, elsewhere."

“First rule of battle, little one … don’t ever let them know where you are.”

“Terse? I can be terse. Once, in flight school, I was laconic.”

"Don't you just love this party? Everything's so fancy and they have some kind of hot cheese over there!"

"I hate to bring up our imminent arrest during your crazy time, but we gotta go."

“I don’t think of myself as a lion. You might as well, though, I have a mighty roar.”

"You can't open the book of my life and jump in the middle."

"I am a leaf on the wind. Watch how I soar."

“I aim to misbehave.”

"Live with a man forty years. Share his house, his meals… speak on every subject… then tie him up, and hold him over the volcano's edge. And on that day, you will finally meet the man."

"Every man there go back inside, or we will blow a new crater in this little moon."

“You know what the chain of command is? It’s the chain I go get and beat you with until you understand who’s in ruttin charge here.”

“I cannot abide useless people.”

"I I ever kill you, you’ll be awake, you’ll be facing me, and you’ll be armed."

"You are very much lacking in imagination.”

"Call me if anyone interesting shows up."

"Very well-bred petty crook knows that the small concealable weapons always go to the far left of the place setting."

"This must be what going mad feels like."

"You don't seem to be lookin' at the destinations. What you care about is the ships, and mine's the nicest."

"Remember that sex we were planning to have, ever again?"

"Someone's carryin' a bullet for you right now, doesn't even know it. The trick is, die of old age before it finds you."

“If anyone gets nosy, just …you know … shoot ’em. “

“WHOO-HOO! I’M RIGHT HERE! I’M RIGHT HERE! YOU WANT SOME O’ ME?! YEAH YOU DO! COME ON! COME ON! AAAAAH! Whoo-hoo!”

"I'll do anything you want me to. You know how I can make you feel."

"I need this man to tear all my clothes off."

“Someone ever tries to kill you, you try to kill ’em right back!”

"Sorry to interrupt, folks, but y'all got something that belongs to us, and we'd like it back."

“Next time you want to stab me in the back, have the guts to do it to my face.”

“I’ve been under fire before. Well … I’ve been in a fire. Actually, I was fired. I can handle myself.”

“I’ve been out of the abbey two days, I’ve beaten a lawman senseless, I’ve fallen in with criminals. I watched the captain shoot the man I swore to protect. And I’m not even sure if I think he was wrong.”

“In the maiden’s home, I heard talk of men who weren’t pleased with their brides…”

"Got your next heist planned?"

"It's good to be home."

"She still has the advantage over us."

"Do you know what the definition of a hero is? Someone who gets other people killed."

"Yeah, but she's our witch."

“We’re not gonna die. We can’t die. You know why? Because we are so very pretty. We are just too pretty for God to let us die.”

"Can you stop her from bein’ so cheerful?"

“How did your brain even learn human speech?”

“Yes sir, Captain Tightpants!”

"You are such a boob."

"You don't need strength as much as speed. We're fragile creatures. It takes less than a pound of pressure to cut skin."

"Your mouth is talking. You might wanna look to that.”

"You guys always bring me the very best violence. "

"Every problem is an opportunity in disguise."

“We got some local color happening. A grand entrance would not go amiss.”

"I'm assumin' y'all were listenin'? Did you hear us fight?"

"I... I threw up on your bed."

"I swallowed a bug."

"I'm... trying to think of a way for you to be cruder. I just... it's not coming."

"It sounds like the finest party I can imagine getting paid to go to."

“Now I did a job. I got nothing but trouble since I did it, not to mention more than a few unkind words as regard to my character so let me make this abundantly clear. I do the job. And then I get paid.”

"I said you're a coward and a piss-pot. Now what are you gonna do about it?"

"You paid money for this, sir? On purpose?"

“I swear by my pretty floral bonnet, I will end you.”

“Well, we may not have parted on the best of terms. I realize certain words were exchanged. Also, certain… bullets.”

"You were truthful back in town. These are tough times. A man can get a job, he might not look too close at what that job is. But a man learns all the details of a situation like ours... well... then he has a choice."

"So you had to be naked?"

"So… are you enjoying your own nubile little slave girl?"

"Just keep walkin', preacher-man."

"We crashing again?"

“No power in the verse can stop me.”

"I know something ain't right."

“‘Course, there’re other schools of thought.”

"Can't miss a place you've never been."

"Tell me I'm pretty."

"Physical appearance doesn't matter so terribly. You look for compatibility of spirit. There's an energy about a person that's difficult to hide.You try to feel that."

"Can we fly somewhere with a beach?"

"What gives you the right to put her in a dangerous situation like this?"

"I think I've been kidnapped."

"Money wasn't good enough."

“Well, my time of not taking you seriously is coming to a middle.”

"Is it bad that what she said made perfect sense to me?"

"See, morbid and creepifying, I got no problem with, long as she does it quiet-like."

"What was that?"

"Well, you were right about this being a bad idea."

"Haven't you killed me enough for one day?"

"You save his gorram life, he still takes the cargo."

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threshersharky · 2 months ago

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I was on the prowl episode when I decided to go to sleep for the night(I lied, it was like 2:00 in the morning when I stopped)

this has a lot of my bias and opinions, mainly criticism, I liked the episodes but they aren’t perfect, nothing is, and that’s fine, I’m just a priss.

⚠️spoilers up to the prowl episode also this is very out of order episode-wise⚠️

Some shots felt unnecessary and the close up mouth shot(s) with hashtag were- a choice(it felt uncomfortably close), a lot of the close ups were unnecessary and uncomfortable to me but then again It was 2 AM. What it feels like is them putting in a lot of unnecessary stuff, including in the writing, I’m sure not a lot of it is but if even a little bit of this stuff ends up being important later I’d enjoy that.

(Episode with the fairmaestro) It’s a kids show, yes, but did they really have to have Twitch say the lesson of the episode out loud? It feels so heavily implied throughout the episode but at the same time it feels out of place, they weren’t being so reliant the episodes before(this episode made them seem lazy), if anything they were all reliant on each other equally, I maybe would’ve like an episode where instead of making it about Twitch being the one they all depend on so much, Twitch feels like she is unneeded because they’re all growing to be self sufficient and it’s out of her control.

(still about the fairmaestro) Man I don’t know what I was on last but I remember my brain wanting him because he’s just so goofy looking and an annoying little jerkuad with his purple glasses that don’t go with a single thing he’s wearing🧍‍♂️

do not let me watch shows at 2 am I don’t want men like the fairmaretro on my “hear me out’s” because I know there is someone out there who will clown on me and it will be deserved.

Last night I was thinking that if it weren’t for swindle I feel like thrash would’ve joined or tried(and likely been rejected by) the Decepticons by now, depending on how these next few episodes go, I may or may not stand by that.

(Comic episode) I’m going to rewatch all of earthspark together because thrash acts differently from what I remember(BEING SCARED OF TERRATRONUS IS REASONABLE AND I WILL FIGHT YOU IF YOU SAY THRASH ISN'T RIGHT FOR BEING SCARED), like I don't think it’s terrible but he’s a little more cowardly than I remember, but then again it was 2 in the morning and I decided against rewatching S2, for what? the 16th time? But whatever. I didn’t really like how Decepticons were portrayed (but this is hasbro people, what am I expecting? Hasbro to give more traits to their cons than just being backstabbers and going against everything we learned S1?)I will go on a rant about how if I were to pair breakbee with a song it would be “casual” by Chappell roan later. But at least the Decepticons kept their word in the end.

(The episode with Robby’s date) This really just felt like the most obnoxious episode so far but I liked some parts, I liked Frenzy and laserbeak, to me it sort of makes sense for them to be there, but it felt like the whole episode was “pick a bunch of ideas out of a hat, and we’ll do them all” and I think that’s just what the episode was, like I can see the other malto kids watching Robby’s date and making sure it goes well but they’re so excessive which I can also see but sometimes it’s just obnoxious(Ex: Hashtag destroying everyone’s ears, including my own because I had my computer volume a bit too high at the moment and I was wearing headphones.) I was watching the episode and I remember being like “were they on something or having a trip while they were writing this?” Or something along the lines of it feeling like a fever dream.

(Starscream stuff because I love him) I can’t tell if they meant to make him look goofy while hitting Terratronus’s eye, trying to get out I think, but it made me giggle, the other times when he was just standing there he was ominous but every time I see it I remember all those Starscream in a glass jar memes with that “YOU CANT KEEP ME IN HERE MEGATRON AHHHHHHHHHHH” audio over them

#transformers earthspark #tf earthspark #tfe #earthspark

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doodle-do-wop · 4 months ago

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@thesfromhms Jensi and Stina HCs! (heavily based on how I see Stina so forgive me but I brain rot over the Heks too much I practically know them better than Shannon does)

PART 1!!

Stina kind of brought a good chunk of the hate she gets onto herself by being a huge jerk (don't get me wrong she's my favorite but she's not blameless) at the very start, she has only let in a select few into her life (the two 'cronies') and that's it

She only put her thinking hat up once and only one time because she had seen her hat full of junk from people who didn't like her

She had walked away because she didn't want to give anyone who might've been waiting for her to see what had been done to her thinking cap the satisfaction

But when she had to come back for it at the end of the day she saw Jensi tossing out the last of what was in there and placing a single gift, the only gift she ever got that whole year

Honestly the most Stina could remember of Jensi up until that point was 'annoying' which like, is how she views most people. If they're not worth emotional investment they're not worth her time at all

But now she just sort of had him as a tiny dot on her radar (which, depending on who you ask could be a good or bad thing)

He got her a gift for both midterms and finals and he did also clean up her hat which he didn't have to do and it kind of stuck with her as the whole school practically started praying for her downfall like she was some epitome of evil in a 11-12 year olds body (this takes place back in Level 1)

Stina always found Jensi's big mouth and jittery energy a little annoying and nowadays she wonders if that was just her dormant empathy prodding at the surface and not liking the big waves of emotions

But he's also very sweet and friendly to even her which kind of throws her off cause she's A) constantly watching her back for a knife and B) allergic to affection

Once during a misfortunate splotcher matchup Stina absolutely mopped the floor with Jensi, painting him a very fitting green but Jensi is a good sport about it since he was kind of outclassed and went up to Stina to shake hands like pro splotchers do after matches and Stina looked at his green paint covered hand and made a really grossed out face but did Jensi take offense?

Nope

The boy shook his own hand and apologized since obviously no one wants to shake a paint covered hand

Stina never knows what to make of his friendly attitude so she just scoffed and turned away saying "whatever, get better" which technically wasn't an insult but also not the friendly 'gg' Jensi was going for but if it's not an insult it's practically a compliment

And encouragement to keep going forward and better himself!

Stina still thinks he's a weirdo

Since Shannon forgets background characters until she needs to fill up a lunchroom table for a scene Stina and Jensi have kind of been dancing around each other in a weird way

After befriending Maruca and Marella Stina's become a lot more open(Salute Maruca she did 90% of the work) but she's not open enough that she'd instantly be bffs with her whole classand buy everyone gifts for midterms and finals

But due to her slow opening of her shell Jensi had started to see small glimpses of Stina's soft side

Laughing genuinely at something Marella said at lunch, putting her hand between Maruca's head and the corner of a desk, closing the door for Marella's locker when Marella couldn't do it herself and even taking half of Marella's books with her to her next class

Sometimes Jensi would see her talking to kids he didnt even know and instead of some mean snarky remark he'd hear her crack a small joke and spark up a genuinely pleasant conversation

It kind of made him crush on her harder

Yeah she was mean and still glared at people just for standing in her way like she owned the halls but she had such a sweet hidden gentle side

By Level 3 (aka Sophie and the gang almost never bloody being at school and also the school taking a haitus) instead of rolling her eyes and begrudgingly accepting Jensi's gift when he handed it to her (since she never hung up her cap again) she would look at the gift and then Jensi and then hold out her hand

Less expectantly and more...open

It's hard to describe but it felt different from when she would take it from his hands

This was more like acceptance, allowing him this tiny step into her world

Even though Stina was still mean there was just something so different now

Jensi was on the road to being talentless but Stina never used that against him when he spoke up at the table during lunch or took a jab or two her way

She could've

She'd brought up Dex's Bad Match parents a ton in the past but she had changed

(Shannon never writing the characters doing stuff so I get to take over)

It's during one of their 'new normal' days where Jensi joins them at the lunch table, a new permanent resident, where Jensi asked Stina a small question

He didn't ask her out at the table, he can sometimes just blurt stuff out there but even he knows not to ask out a girl when all her friends are right there

Plus he's sure his voice would've cracked from nerves and he'd bury himself in a hole if that happened

He just asked a simple question about horses and Stina had stopped poking at her jello and just looked at him

Her brow had furrowed and she was looking at him, trying to sense ulterior motives but finding none before she sighed and started a small ramble about the ranch and the unicorns at home

Part 2!!

#kotlc #keeper of the lost cities #stina heks #jensi babblos

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ghoul-foolery · 3 months ago

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Kinktober, Day 4

Blade/Gunplay / Love Notes

Prompt List - Kink/Flufftober Master List

> Blade/Gunplay > Hancock/Nate >Tags: MDNI, Knife Play (no blood) > Words: 978

“Have I told you how much I like it when you get on your knees for me?”

It really was a sight.

Nate was a big guy. A proud guy. Confidence was a part of who he was. It was in every step he took, every word he spoke. Not in the sense that he was overly aggressive, or loud with his presence – Nate was more of a speak quiet and carry a big stick kinda guy – but he was so deeply, and unequivocally himself. He wasn’t the kinda guy that had to have a drug-fueled revelation in order to find his spine. He wasn’t the kinda guy who had to put on a red coat and a stupid hat in order to find the courage to help people. He was strong; in character, in mind, in body…

And yet, Nate, the proud, strong guy was kneeling in front of Hancock; his knees resting on a worn pillow on the harsh wooden floor in the Old State House office, ass resting on his heels. His arms were cuffed behind his back, forcing his chest to open, and widen, and causing the threadbare t-shirt he wore to ripple with tension.

Even kneeling he looked proud. His back was straight, his dark smoldering eyes never leaving Hancock’s even as the tip of the knife lingered down the center of his chest. The blade caught on the tired fibers, tugging small holes and creating puckered bunches of thread. With a careful twist and an outward yank, a hole appeared right around the inward curve of his ribcage.

Without even missing a beat, even as the flat of the blade caressed the newly exposed flesh, Nate rumbled, “Have I told you how you’re cutting up all of my goddamn shirts with this power play bullshit of yours?” But there was no real irritation in his voice. Not when he was canting his head back as Hancock stooped forward to give him a kiss.

Even all trussed up and on his knees, Nate tried to take control. He tried to suck at Hancock’s tongue, lifting out of his seated kneel in pursuit of something deeper. Hancock gave another twist of the blade. The press of the sharpened edge caused Nate to not only lower back into his place, but to soften. Instead of taking, he turned accepting, letting Hancock lean down to meet him. He was treated with a slow, silky kiss.

“Who says that ain’t my goal, huh, stud?” Hancock rasped against Nate’s lips as he withdrew. He was given another kiss, nothing but a quick peck, before Hancock thumbed Nate’s lower lip. When he pressed inward, the digit slipping into Nate’s mouth, his man didn’t disappoint. He never did. The first greeting brush of Nate’s tongue felt too hot, too slick. Then when Nate’s lips closed around the digit, Hancock couldn’t quite stifle a shiver. “I’ll be ripping up all yer pants next. I’ll have you struttin’ around town naked before ya know it.”

Nate sucked, hollowing his cheeks and bobbing inward with the suction then pulling back against it. There was a swirl of his tongue along the pad of his thumb. The corners of Hancock’s brain grew a little fuzzy with want, and he yanked his thumb free. The knife moved up from a lingering press against his ribs, up to his throat.

“Fucker,” Hancock said fondly. “Never wanna let me have my fun.” When Nate swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbed against the blade. It indented the skin, pressing intimately close. “Easy, love. Don’t wanna cut you open by accident, huh?”

There was a flip of the knife between Hancock’s scarred fingers. Pressing up along Nate’s jugular one moment, then slicing through the collar of the t-shirt the next. A downward yank caused the material to strain, to rip instead of cut. He tore the shirt in two with a couple of good yanks, then pressed the blade right into Nate’s sternum.

“Lean back. Slow.” Nate did, inching back bit by bit. The muscles in his torso jumped, and then flexed deliciously. Hancock’s eyes tracked downward, tracing the divots of Nate’s hips down into the waist of his pants. “Hold it there.”

It wouldn’t take long for Nate’s core to grow tired, for his muscles to start to strain, for his breath to become a little uneven with the effort. Hancock stooped to drag the blade from navel to chest, then out along the lovely curvature of the left pectoral.

“How long do you want me like this?” Nate asked.

Every track of the knife left a thin red line in its wake.

“Until I say. Why, does it hurt?”

“Some–” his breath caught as the blunt edge scraped over his nipple. “-tension in the ankles is all. Also, ya know, can’t hold this all night.”

“Let me know if it starts to hurt. Otherwise, you’ll hold until I say,” Hancock crooned, watching as the knife glinted against the dark smattering of chest hair. The red lines turned into delicate welts. “You’ll do that for me, won’t you? If you’re good I’ll let you fuck me.”

There was a slow smile, something that started lazy and turned broad and smug as he said, “You usually let me fuck you regardless.”

Hancock chuckled, his eyes tracking downward to the noticeable press of Nate’s erection against his jeans. When he looked back up there was a blocky, awkwardly shaped heart welted into the skin on Nate’s chest. The knife started to venture downard, and Hancock sank down along with it. The glinting steel curved along his lower abdomen, skirting along the denim waistline.

The back of the blade dragged against Nate’s swollen cock, tracing the outline through the material. Nate’s head dropped against his back, his breath leaving him in a shivering gust that called goosebumps to pebble along his torso.

Low, and quiet, Hancock growled, “We’ll see about that.”

#Kinktober 2024 #Flufftober 2024 #Fallout ghoul #Kinktober but make it Fallout #Fallout 4 #Fallout 4 Fanfiction #Fanfiction #Nate / Hancock #hancock #Hancock x Male Sole Survivor #Hancock x Nate #Knife Play #Control #Kinktober Day 4 #Wow doing these the night before and day of really just aint it

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fivedayslater · 2 years ago

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Part 4: Lounge

The fire in the lounge is like a siren’s song to Sanji’s chilled and shivering body, so Sanji makes his way to the lounge.

It’s a large and comfortable room, with plush armchairs and leather couches scattered around and filling the space. There’s a large oak coffee table in the center of the room, with plenty of coasters, matches, and ashtrays for guests to use, and a drink cart nestled off to the side for people to help themselves, but Sanji’s drawn immediately to the fire blazing in the fireplace.

He goes to it and sighs in relief as the warmth sinks into him. The mantle is covered in framed pictures, mostly of Luffy in his signature straw hat on various adventures around the world. He spots Ace in quite a few of them, both pre accident where he’s right next to Luffy meeting every challenge right by his side, and post accident where he’s more off to the side, either sitting down or standing with a cane. In the center of the mantle is a stately clock.

“Well, aren’t you a new face.”

Sanji turns and finds he’s not alone in the room.

Sitting on the couch is the most gorgeous woman he’s ever laid eyes on. Her flaming orange hair is done up in a fancy bun, her delicate bangs brushing just above her eyes as she shifts to drink her martini. She crosses her legs, her silky red dress flowing elegantly down them as she raises an eyebrow at him.

Sanji’s heart skips a beat at having the attention of such a beauty, his mouth going dry as he struggles to remember his own name.

There’s a sharp laugh from over by the drink cart, and his eyes snap to the room’s other occupant.

There’s a man there pouring himself a drink. Sanji’s thrown at first by his bright green hair and the scar sealing shut one of his eyes, but once he gets a good look at him, he finds that he has a very attractive face overall.

They’re both featured prominently in the photos on the mantle, however he noticed the man has two eyes in every photo, and both he and Luffy look much younger.

The man smirks as he puts ice in his drink, “Guess it’s raining pretty hard out there, or is drowned rat your preferred look, Curly?”

Sanji balks as he self-consciously slaps a hand over his curled eyebrow, “Is that moss patch on your head infecting your brain or were you just born without manners?”

He narrows his eye as sits down in one of the armchairs.

“Now now boys,” the woman lets out a weary sigh, “We’re all friends here, right? Let’s not get off on the wrong foot.” She sends Sanji a mischievous grin, “There will be plenty of time for that later.”

Sanji gives her a pleasant smile as the other man grumbles in agreement. Now drier and pleasantly warm, Sanji makes his way over to the drink cart and pours himself a brandy.

“I assume you were both invited by Luffy as well?” He asks as casually as he can.

“Yup,” the man replies, his gray eye following Sanji around the room, but says no more.

“We’ve both known Luffy and Ace forever,” the woman says, her own gaze pinned to Sanji as she swirls her drink, “Say, aren’t you that detective everyone’s talking about, Mr. Prince? The one who solved the Alabastian diamond heist?”

“I’m not sure about everyone,” he says with a modest laugh, “But yes, that’s what people call me. You, my dear, may call me Sanji.”

“A detective?” The man says, brow raised, looking almost impressed, “Why the hell did Luffy invite a detective?”

Sanji shrugs, “That I can’t answer. Although, I’m not entirely sure he knows what it is I do.” He chuckles as he remembers what he said to Ace earlier, “In fact, I’m pretty sure he thinks I’m a chef.”

The woman laughs, a high pitch musical sound that makes Sanji’s heart soar, “Yes, that does sound like Luffy.”

The man chuckles as well, a deep warm sound that makes Sanji’s insides flip, “Leave it to him to think with his stomach.”

“I’m Nami,” she practically purrs as she eyes Sanji, “Mr. Sociable over there is Zoro.”

Zoro acknowledges the introduction with a raise of his glass, his own gaze running up and down Sanji.

He remembers Luffy and Ace mentioning them, about how Nami’s always been around and how Zoro hasn’t, and gives them both a pleasant smile, “It’s a pleasure to meet you both.”

“The pleasure is ours. Why don’t you have a seat, Mr. Prince?” Nami’s smile turns sharp, but it does nothing to diminish her beauty, “Let’s get to know each other a bit.”

“Certainly, my dear,” he says as he makes his way over to the two.

There’s two seats available, he notices. A spot on the couch next to Nami and an empty armchair next to Zoro.

#opfanfic #fanfic #one piece #sanji #op sanji #sanji one piece #zosan #sanami #sanzo #zoro x sanji #sanji x zoro #nami x sanji #sanji x nami #choose your own adventure fic #polls #fanfic poll

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queer-charming · 2 years ago

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Hey! I decided to post some of the unfinished works I have in my drafts, feel free to do whatever you want with it! This was going to be a Chuuya x Reader that I’ll probably never finish, so here y’a go! Go wild!

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Part of you felt guilty, felt like you were being dishonest to your friends, you guessed technically you were, but how were you supposed to explain to the ADA that you regularly met with one of the top executives of the Port Mafia after the two of you had struck up an unlikely friendship? Like what? Were you just supposed to go up to Dazai and say “by the way, remember your former partner? You know, who’s a top member of the most dangerous crime organization in Japan? Yeah I’ve been having lunch with him every other week for the past 6 months without telling you.” You we’re sure that was not going to end well.

However, the fact that you and Chuuya had struck up such an unlikely friendship wasn’t the only secret you were keeping. You were keeping a secret from Chuuya as well, and that was the secret that over the past 6 months, he’d managed to make you fall irrevocably undeniably in love with him. However, being friends with him? Meeting with him every other week at a different restaurant to catch up? That was one thing. Dating him? Sleeping with him behind the ADAs back? That was a completely different thing. That would put real guilt in you. You weren’t sure that was a secret you’d be able to keep.

You let that thought simmer in your mind as you waited yo Chuuya to arrive, because no matter how guilty you felt, no matter how bad you felt about technically lying to your friends, nothing would ever be enough to keep you away from your favorite firey redhead. The restaurant you two had chosen was an expensive one, one that the members of the ADA would be unlikely to visit and one that Chuuya was confident very few members of the Port Mafia frequented. It was large, on the top floor of a 16 story office building. The food was gourmet and the wine was of only the highest of vintage. The wall to your left was made up entirely of windows, floor to ceiling, giving you a beautiful view over Yokohama and a breathtaking view of the ocean.

“Beautiful isn’t it?” You were pulled from your thoughts by the voice to your right, turning to see Chuuya, his standard perfectly pressed hat abandoned at the front door alongside his long jacket, giving you an uninterrupted view of his lean figure. You felt the smile naturally find it’s way onto your lips. You remembered the first moment you met Chuuya, months ago. It had been after a particularly prickly meeting with the ADA and the Port Mafia. Kunikida had spent nearly the entire time nearly coming to blows with a few of the members, Akutagawa spent the entire time antagonizing Atsushi and Chuuya and Dazai couldn’t keep their mouths shut to save the world. The only people there seemingly capable of holding an actual conversation had been you, Fukuzawa, Mori and Kouyou, while also somehow managing to prevent a slaughter. It was only after the meeting had ended that you'd managed to share a few words with Chuuya, he may have been an executive with an entirely dangerous and illegal crime rink but he still wanted to meet the ADA's new girl. Of course, you'd been thrown off a bit by the way he'd first addressed you.

"So what kind of brain damage did you suffer to agree to work with Dazai?" He'd asked. For a few seconds you had no idea how to respond, you kind of just stared at him. After a moment your brain finally caught up.

"Thrown from a horse when I was 12." You quipped back, sufficiently pleased with the look of surprise and mild confusion on the mafioso's face.

"Really?" He asked. You let his question hang for a minute before tossing him a grin.

"No." Apparently he'd liked how you responded to him, becuase after that he'd become much more friendly. After that, you'd ran into Chuuya again at a coffee shop you frequented, and of course, being the curious and adventurous person you were, you walked up to him. You were a little surprised when he'd recognized you, although you definitely were not upset by it. What was originally supposed to be a quick 15 minute coffee stop turned into a 3 hour long "Coffee date" you guessed you could call it. That was when you're biweekly meetings with Chuuya started, and the two of you had become pretty close, of course it wasn't the "I'll tell you everything about myself" kind of close, but it was nice.

"Run into some traffic?" You asked as Chuuya took his place across from you, almost immediately ordering his favorite wine.

"There were some subordinate's who needed some..." Chuuya seemed to search for the words. "Straightening out." He finally settled on.

You and Chuuya rarely spoke about work when you met up, getting together was supposed to be a time when both of you could forget where you worked, and the fact that you two were on opposite sides.

#bungou stray dogs #bsd #chuuya #bsd chuuya #chuuya nakahara #bsd chuuya x reader #chuuya x reader

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madmarchhare · 1 year ago

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The Monk and the Traveller Ch.9

This is not specifically chapter 9, as it covers content between Snippet 1[4] and Snippet 2[1], containing part of the start of the latter snippet. I hope you all enjoy it regardless!

He woke up before dawn the next day, already having pull on his robes by the time the lukewarm reds of dawn both illuminated his room and cast it in shadow. He thumbed over the most recent letter from his sister, the sweat on his palms making the hastily scribbled characters wobble underneath his fingers. He folded it up again, his mouth dry, his panic resting in his neck, making it hard to breathe. He ran his hands through his short hair before fixing his hat on his head and grabbing his staff muttering prayers that only occasionally occupied any words in reality. He steadied himself as he descended the stairs, having settled his nerves as he came into the lobby.

“Namusan…[1]” he muttered, finishing his erratic prayer.

“Eh, what’s that?” Wanima enquired from the counter, holding her kiseru in one hand. Cherry gave a start, not having expected anyone to be up at this time, but quickly righted himself.

“Oh, just a prayer,” he replied, his voice wandering somewhat as he spoke. She regarded him blankly for a moment, not saying anything in response.

“…How was your room then?” she asked, not looking up from a ledger into which she made quick adjustments and calculations.

“It was fine, thank you, Wanima-San,” Cherry responded genially, putting on a warm smile. Wanima herself glanced up at the monk and gave a quick nod.

“I’m glad you enjoy your stay. Please come again if your in the area,” she declared, putting on a sultry tone. Cherry just nodded.

“I’m sure I will, good day, and give my thanks to your younger brother,” he bade her as he walked out, the woman mumbling an affirmation in response. Cherry marched through the awakening town, occasionally receiving a groggy nod from fishermen or eager civil servants as he began his advance to Akita. He was going there for one simple reason. Money. The simple thrust of his drive at that moment was to get money. So, he was going to the city, were he was most likely to find someone to donate to his cause. He needed a lot, and he needed it quickly. So he was rushing, desperate to not be late, nor be waylaid by anything or anyone.

Collier first came to mind.

But he didn’t see him. After leaving the town Cherry dashed to the city, foraging berries and the like for food until he reached Akita.

He reached the city around midday, the paved streets alive with people, near entirely in western dress. He stuck out like a sore thumb, a few young children, led by the hand by their mothers, pointing him out to the latter with expressions of fascination or humour. As he walked, eyes-scatter through the city, he balked for a while before, in a last desperate attempt after having wrung his panic addled brain for ways to earn the money he needed, he snatched the hat from his own head. He held it in one hand, the dull peak balanced in his palm, and thrust it out ahead of him, a desperate expression on his face.

He muttered pleas to people as they passed, a nervous smile half-cocked on his face. Babbling out thanks and prayers to whoever handed him whatever paltry change they dropped into it. From nervous clerks and office workers who wanted the benefit of karma, the sympathy and faith of old men, the kindness of widows and mothers or the unthinking mercy of children with unspent pocket money. He spent the day doing it, shifting between the various streets to try and get more and to avoid the police. As the day crept into the late summer evening his hat was heavy with bills and coins of a myriad of colours and shapes. But it wasn’t enough. It was no where near enough. He didn’t forsake the kindness he had received. He wouldn’t. As he wandered, a group of teens, a few years younger then Cherry and dressed in school uniforms followed after him. They watched Cherry, listening to the clink of the monk’s earnings of the day with a youthful hunger and mischief.

The five of them exchanged a look, coming up with their plan silently, wicked smiles falling upon their faces. They surrounded the monk, Cherry noticing his sudden entrapment and glancing up at the boys, the tallest one and likely the leader stood in front of the him with a malicious smile. “Hello, Bonsō[2]-San,” he rumbled out, his low voice drenched in the arrogance of assumed strength, “what have you got there?” he asked, looking down at the pile of cash in the monk’s hat.

Cherry bristled slightly, already sensing the threat, “donations,” he answered succinctly, darting his eyes in search of a policeman. The boys all grinned like hyenas at the collected prize before them, the widest smile worn by their leader.

“Really now?” the leader purred out in mock astonishment, leaning down over the money to be eye-level with the monk. “But, don’t you think that money might be better spent on poor, destitute, souls like us than adding another layer of glitz on some gaudy old temple,” he finished, speaking softly as he looked Cherry in the eyes. A vein popped on Cherry’s brow as his mouth twisted into a snarl.

“If you want some money why don’t you scrounge for it in the gutter that birthed you!” Cherry roared into the man’s face, fury burning in his eyes as he glowered at the smirking man. The leader gave a light laugh in response, staring the smaller man in the eyes as his friends grabbed him. One wrenched his staff from his hand as the others grabbed him by from under the arms.

“Oi, hey, what are you doing?!” Cherry snapped, gripping onto his hat for dear life, a few coins scattering out onto the pavement from the struggle. The leader stepped forward calmly as Cherry shouted, the others laughing heartily at the display. He gripped the hat and tried wrenching it from his grip, but failing to initially. He struggled for a moment, the fifth man gripping on Cherry’s arm to try and pry it off, failing. Finally the leader lifted his leg and pressed his foot on Cherry’s chest, using him to push off of until the hat and the cash it contained was pried from his grip.

“Here, we go…” the leader purred, a mirthful expression on his face. “Thank you for your charity Bonsō-San!” he called mockingly, Cherry still thrashing in the grip of two of the men while the other three leered at him.

“Give that back you bastard!” Cherry roared, struggling against his captors, who were struggling to hold the writhing man.

The leader gave a laugh on, a haughty expression his face as the other two by his side chortled to themselves. “Don’t you know you can’t take back a donation Ji-San? I guess praying didn’t help your memory,” he retorted in a sadistic tone, his lackeys laughing heartily at his joke.

“Give it back!” Cherry roared in return, repeating it over and over until the boys seemed to become disinterred in their game.

“Ahh, this is boring now. Bachi, nock him out and lets go,” the leader instructed to the one holding Cherry under the arms. Bachi nodded, loosening his hold slightly.

“I said-!” Cherry roared, freeing an arm and thrusting it into his robes to grab his tantō, as he kicked off Bachi, the boy heaving as the breath was nocked out of him. The others turned back, their faces twisted into ones of relish at the fight or angry at the retaliation, but quickly fell into nervousness or terror. “Drop It!”

Cherry gripped the knife with one hand, facing them off in an awkward stance. But he glared at them like a rabid alley cat, his eyes erratic and smouldering with an unanswered fury that seemed to twitch at the tip of his blade. Their cocky façades waivered as they looked at the hornets nest they had poked, face twisted like a mad tiger while dressed in the clothes of a pacifist. The two by the leader seemed to motion for Bachi to grab Cherry or to nock him out, the young man, now on his back, sprawled on the floor and staring up nervously at the monk glanced between the two with a refusing expression. He was shaking his head to the other two when Cherry span his head to look at him, which broke the boy’s last shred of honour to the other thieves, scrambling to his feet and dashing away, the boy who had grabbed Cherry’s staff flinging it away and rushing after his friend both wearing petrified expressions.

Cherry glared back at the remaining three, taking a step forward on the paved street as the other two sheared up close to their leader, he himself getting more and more nervous at the sight of the knife in the hands of the mad monk ahead of him. He held firm for a moment, a nervous frown creeping across his face before he finally tossed the hat back to the monk. “Fuck it! This change isn’t worth getting stabbed!” he called, trying to cover his fear with his usual smarm and not quite succeeding. He ran, both of his lackeys turning to run after him.

“Ah, Alreo wait for us!”

“Don’t leave us behind you fucker!”

Cherry was left alone in the street, huffing and puffing, red in the face from his struggling. He glared around with an unspent anger breathing hard until he began to calm down. He placed the tantō back into its sheath and tucked it back into his robes, grabbing his staff before walking over to where his hat had been tossed. It had upended itself in the air, tossing out the money onto the ground. Bills and coins were scattered about, some sat in half-evaporated puddles. Cherry got onto his knees and began collecting the money back into his hat, the straw paddy-hat now crooked from being tugged on. He did it silently, face forced into a resolute grimace, tired eyes counting back up what still counted as legal tender.

Most of it was still fine, Cherry deciding that a few damp notes would still pass. He sent it all off to his sister, not leaving a single coin for himself despite the disturbed looks from the clerks. He walked out of the post office into the night, strangled of its calming darkness by street lamps and glowing shops and houses. He wandered through the thriving night, tired, dragging himself forward until he found a random bench to sit on. He lowered himself onto the seat and pulled his hat down over his eyes, gripping his staff with both hands as he placed it between his legs. He fell asleep shortly after, gripping his khakkhara even as he slept.

He repeated the routine for three days, each time mailing the money all away, bar from pittance he kept to buy a meal. He was thankfully saved of another incident, avoiding the police as well. But, it wasn’t enough, not nearly. He felt the irritated glares of passers by, upset by his pleas for assistance and the guilt they felt blister their spirit as they walked by. What little weight he had began to fall of him, his face marked by exhaustion and exposure, even in the late summer.

He offered his services wherever he could, granting prayers and mock funerals for whatever change could be offered, loathing himself for debasing his faith for the soulless coins. But he had to, he would do it. He would do it. He would get enough…

He was nearing his limit, wracking his brain for ways to make money, even as he fell to pieces under his own drive. “Ah, Cherry!” the jovial voice of Collier called out, instantly rubbing the monk the wrong way. Cherry looked over to the Englishman approaching him with a smile, “how are yo….” He faltered as he inspected the Cherry’s face, his own expression twitching into a look of, at least to Cherry, uncharacteristic concern. “My dear fellow, are you alright? What happened?” he whispered, his tone disturbed, a worried expression on his face as he came close to the other man.

Cherry balked, attempting to force out a convincing assertion that he was alright… but he couldn’t manage it. He was the first one to ask him if he was alright, and he wasn’t-even he couldn’t manage that lie. “No, I’m… No I’m having a bit of trouble with something,” he responded weakly, laughing as he did, at a loss on how else to say it. Collier stood there, silently, waiting for Cherry to continue. “Ah, snff, uh… You remember I mentioned the leader of my temple?”

“The one who changed to a more Shinto style?”

“Yes, him. Well, in truth, he’s my father,” he admitted, seemingly ashamed to. “He’s in charge of the temple still. I’m second to him, in regard to the amount of authority in the temple and my sister works there as well,” he babbled, struggling to reach the point of his response. “I received a letter from her a while ago, saying how the temple was short of money and that Chichi-Ue[3],” he corrected himself, “the Jūji[4] took some bad loans and the temple might be shuttered if we don’t get enough and-” he paused as he looked up at the sky, contemplating the possibility and just freezing a petrified look on his face. “I don’t have any ideas, I’ve just been begging on the streets!” he laughed out in a melancholy tone, running his hand through his hair.

Cherry fell silent after that, breathing silently as he faced away from Collier, the taller man regarding him with a sympathetic look.

“Hah,” Cherry sighed, pulling his hand down over his face, drained, staring ahead at nothing with a half-cocked smile born from despair. “I don’t suppose your going to some big party filled with people who might want to donate to a temple are you?” Cherry asked sarcastically, letting his rhetorical question hang in the air as he turned his head to the man with a tired, Cheshire cat smile.

“Actually,” Collier began in a consolidating voice, stepping closer to the man, Cherry giving a start in surprise, “that was the plan,” he finished, a slight sing song tone coming on his voice as he observed Cherry. “They offered me a plus one, but I didn’t have much use for it. I’m sure you would be welcome.”

Cherry looked up at him with invigorated eyes, mouth slightly agape as he tried to search for words for thanks. “I insist you don’t thank me,” Collier declared as he gripped Cherry by the shoulder leading him forward, forcing the smaller man to match his wide gait, his usually silent steps announced by steel Blakey’s on a pair of red brogues, clacking on the paved street. He was silent as he led the monk through the streets, dressed in a brownish polo coat, long black trousers, shadow-striped with a burnt orange colour and a tall stovepipe hat, wrapped with black silk puggaree just above the rim. His beard was trimmed, a tall white standing collar on his neck, a deep gold-amber cravat wrapped around it, pinned with a tiger’s eye broach. He brought Cherry to a multi-story building and turned to him.

“Please wait here for a moment,” he requested off-handily, going into the building and rushing up the stairs, his clacking footsteps echoing out into the street where Cherry stood. The building didn’t look like it would be a venue for a fancy party, more resembling a hotel. A good one, no doubt, but still a hotel. After a moment, Collier came clattering back down the stairs, Cherry seeing him waltz through the lobby with some bundle of cloth in his arms. He stepped out, followed by a man who seemed to be the chamberlain of the building. “Hand me your robe quickly,” gesturing to Cherry’s kāṣāya as he sorted out the bundle of cloth in his arms, now clearly a single breasted jacket with un-notched lapels, purplish-black in colour.

“What?” Cherry balked, clutching at his robe, “why?!”

“You’re going to a formal party, I’d let you go in as you were normally, but you’ve been sleeping in that outside for a couple of days at least,” Collier quipped, making the smaller man flinch at the observation. I’ll let you keep everything bar the um, kesa[5], the outer robe? Yes that’s right. Unfortunately, this is the only thing I have that’s close to your size, bar from a coolie coat,” Collier continued, Cherry confirming he used the correct term as Collier hurried him to remove it and thrust him into the jacket. It fit, but badly, hanging loose on Cherry’s narrow frame, made worse by his recent hunger. Nevertheless, it would do.

“Right,” he declared, thrusting the robe into the arms of the chamberlain, who looked utterly befuddled in response, “please take those up to my room Ichito-San.”

“Wha-sir!” Ichito began but was silenced by a look from Collier, and turned to carry out the instruction.

“Ah! I have things in that, don’t loose them!” Cherry burst out hurriedly, still shaken from the sudden developments.

“Don’t worry, they’ll be fine,” Collier assured, adjusting the coat on Cherry so that it fit a bit better, the purplish crotch-length coat meeting well with Cherry’s white kimono and purple hakama. He inspected him with a scrutinising gaze, his mouth open slightly as he did. “Alright, that should do. Allon![6]” Collier asserted, pointing forward into the sky as he marched forward, Cherry hurrying after him, though struggling to keep pace. Collier brought him to a large thoroughfare near the centre of town, coming onto a street across from an elegant building, three stories tall and glowing with light as the sound of music and revelry drifted out of it like sweet scents from a bakers. Collier checked the street was clear then began to cross, Cherry following after him. He stared up at the building, both nervous and exited at the prospect that he could get the money he needed.

As they approached the entrance the doorman looked over to them, dressed in a pressed blue uniform, brass buttons adorning his bellboy jacket. He looked at Collier with a natural expression that quickly fell into distain and suspicion when he saw Cherry. Collier showed him proof he had been invited, the man reading it quickly and nodding him through.

“Thank you,” Collier said before steeping forward to enter, Cherry moving to follow him. But the bellboy stopped him, standing in his way.

“I don’t believe you are invited, okyaku-sama[7],” he announced, sneering down at Cherry. The monk wore an incensed expression in response, beginning to respond when Collier beat him too it.

“He’s with me,” Collier declared brusquely, lingering in the doorframe.

“Really now Ue-Sama[8]-” the bellboy began in a disbelieving tone.

“Must I repeat myself?” Collier interrupted flatly, looking down at the man. The bellboy regarded him for a moment, then looked away from his eyes.

“Very well, I apologize for stopping you Ue-Sama, enjoy your evening,” he said to Cherry, hiding his aggravation well. He stepped to the side and allowed Cherry to pace through, glaring at him as he went past. Collier led cherry up a set of stair until they came to a small room with a few other people, handing their coats and hats to various members of staff.

“You go on through, I’ll be with you in a moment. Schmooze as you please,” Collier instructed Cherry, removing his hat and handing it to a young boy, smiling at him warmly.

“Right,” Cherry replied, following the other guests through a wide set of black-wood doors. The room swelled with music, accompanied by dissonant conversations and chatter. There were tables of food, waiters patrolling the room carrying filled champagne glasses and oeuvres. He glanced around somewhat nervously, feeling out of place surrounded by well dressed civic officials, businessmen, aristocrats and military men. A couple approached him, arm in arm, the wife shorter than her husband by just a hairs breadth, both wearing fine clothes.

“Good evening,” the husband greeted Cherry politely.

“Ah, Good evening,” Cherry responded, bowing slightly as he placed his hands together in a prayer, surprising the two slightly.

“Are you enjoying the event so far?” the husband asked, attempting to strike up a conversation, curious about the man.

“I’ve unfortunately only just arrived, though it seems fantastical from what I’ve seen so far,” Cherry responded, letting his gaze wander as he spoke.

“That’s good, oh, allow me to introduce myself, Yotorama Insko. I run a few theatres and the like in the prefecture,” he introduced, smiling widely as he did, half intending to boast along with greeting Cherry. “This is my wife, Ofui,” he added, gesturing to her, the woman smiling and bowing to Cherry, which he reciprocated.

“Nekomata Sakuranbou,” Cherry replied nervously, faltering for a moment, at a total loss for what to say. The couple stared at him for a moment before Cherry decided to go with the first thing he said, “I am here representing my temple, as I am the second highest ranking priest. We have unfortunately encountered some poor fiscal fortune recently, and I came to seek donations from those here,” Cherry explained, putting on a grand tone, smiling a cat-like grin at the pair.

Ofui seemed to perk up slightly at the mention of the temple, looking at Cherry with a curious expression. “A temple? Which one may I ask?” she inquired, her tone curious while her husband looked slightly caught out.

“Unfortunately I doubt you would know of it, Yotorama-Sama. It’s a somewhat secluded place near Yamagata,” Cherry replied simply, a note of embarrassment twisting into pride as he mentioned his temple.

“Yamagata? That’s rather far for a party,” Insko remarked, Ofui nodding in agreement taking on a dubious expression, though still clearly curious.

“I was, and still am in truth, on an asceitic journey when I received word about the state of our finances. I have been attempting to raise funds since,” Cherry answered, neglecting the detail of his begging for change.

“Still, it is a ways to travel…” Insko put to Cherry regarding the monk properly for the first time, taking stock of his dress and how weather worn it was. Bar from the jacket of course.

“What is your temple like then?” Ofui began, her husband snapping around to look at her with an unnerved expression.

“Oh, it’s reasonably large, it was built into the mountain range centuries ago. The forest that surrounds it is beautiful-” Cherry continued, unconsciously talking up the home of his childhood, but was interrupted by Ofui’s husband.

“Ah! Dear, the general is here, we should go say hello,” he declared, pulling his wife away her curiosity breaking into clear agitation at the interruption, glaring at her husband though he ignored it, a petrified look on his face. “It was lovely to meet you Nekomata-San! I wish you luck!” he called back, leaving Cherry slightly bewildered. As he stood there a servant came past offering a glass of champagne, which Cherry nervously took, more for appearances than anything, thanking the man and receiving a neutral nod in return. He wandered through the party after that, greeting everyone who would give him a moment, snatching them into a conversation. He smiled and smoothed over greetings, letting his words drip with nectar as he spoke. A few seemed interested, offering to pay him for private exorcisms and the like… But most simply offered him pitying looks and their good wishes. He didn’t press them, not wanting to push his fortunes while he was alone. The worst were the ones who either ignored him outright, or who regarded his faith with disdain or disinterest.

[1] Japanese Buddhist prayer.

[2] Japanese term for a monk or priest

[3] A respectful way of saying father, the ‘Ue’ honorific literally meaning above

[4] A Japanese term for the abbot of a large Buddhist temple/monastery. Other variations include jūjishoku or jūshoku and occasionally jishu

[5] The outer robe of a Buddhist monk’s robes[Kāṣāya], usually black.

[6] French, meaning ‘Let’s go’.

[7] Used to refer to someone whose name is unknown in a respectful way. Though here, it is used insultingly.

[8] A formal way of addressing a customer or client whose name is unknown.

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walker-extended-universe · 1 year ago

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Like a Pheonix, We Rise Chapter 1

Relationships: Hoyt Rawlins & Cordell Walker, Cordell Walker & Abigail Walker, Cordell Walker/Emily Walker, August Walker & Cordell Walker & Stella Walker

Tags/Warnings: Immortal Cordell, Immortal Hoyt, Inspired by Jared's cameo, Adoption, Grief, Difficult conversations

Summary:

Cordell and Hoyt have lived impossibly long lives over and over again. Cordell starts to get bored by the same old pattern and tries to live at least one lifetime with meaning. This ends up with him becoming a part of the Walker family, starting with Abigail in Independence all the way through Abeline and Bonham in modern day Austin. He knew falling in love was risky. He knew having kids was risky. He just wishes he knew how to make it all work after he lost the person that made it all worth it.

Written for @yeehawgust Week 2 Prompt 9: Masked Bandit

Taglist (if you would like to be added please let me know): @theladywyn, @ihavepointysticks, @klaatu51, @neptunium134, @itsjessiegirl1

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There was rarely a peaceful day at the bank. There was always someone swearing they had more money in their account or complaining about a wire transfer that hadn’t taken place yet. Thomas Dunderson was mostly used to the usual chaos that came with being a bank teller in west Texas.

Key word being “mostly”.

The door burst open on a relatively calm day. “Hands in the air! This is a robbery!” shouted a man, his face obscured by a bandana. The only thing Thomas could see was his bright blue eyes as he brandished his guns at the patrons and workers.

“Nobody try to play hero,” the masked bandit warned. “Just hand over your valuables and nobody gets hurt, alright?” He tossed one bag at the tellers, instructing them to empty the safe, and he held one bag out to the patrons for their valuables. “Just like that, nice and easy.”

Once he had what he wanted, the masked man tipped his hat. “Thank y’all for your hospitality.” Then, he ran out of the door.

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The masked man charged down the street on horseback as people flooded out of the bank, calling for the sheriff. When he heard another set of hoofbeats behind him, he fired a shot into the air and urged his horse faster. “Come on, we can make it this time…..”

The sheriff and the bandit rode far, far, far out of town. They rode through rivers, around lakes, and across railroad tracks. Just when it seemed they were about to race their horses to exhaustion, the bandit suddenly stopped. “Woah, woah,” he muttered. “I think it’s about time we all found some water,” he said, taking off his bandana. “Poor girl’s about to give out.”

The sheriff chuckled and came up beside him. “Yeah, you’re probably right. Damn good race though.”

“Damn right it was; I won, after all.”

“Only because you had a head start.”

They found a watering hole and dismounted, letting the horses drink while they got their canteens out of their saddlebags.

The sheriff took a long drink, then wiped his mouth and closed the canteen. “You know… I can’t keep letting you get away with this stuff. If I’m gonna stay sheriff, I have to catch you a few times. I got a reputation to keep up, Hoyt.”

Hoyt sighed. “This is why I told you not to apply for the job in the first place. We’ve been robbing for decades; it’s a lot more fun and you know how to get me out of a bind better than anyone, including me. I need my riding buddy, Cordell. I always have.”

“I just wanted to try something different,” Cordell muttered. “I’m tired of dying to a bullet or a blade because of one of your hair brained schemes. Just once…. I wanted to try doing this right.”

“Cordi, we’re gonna die no matter what kind of life we live. And then it’s just gonna start all over again. That hasn’t changed since the Crusades. I just think we may as well have a little fun with it.”

“You and I have very different ideas of what’s fun.”

“Since when?” Hoyt snapped. “This is the first lifetime you’ve decided to give me a lecture. Hell, A couple hundred years ago, you were calling the shots!”

“It’s different this time,” Cordell bit back. “I’m just- I’m tired of the lies!I’m tired of screwing people over! I’m- I’m tired of living just- just to live! Maybe- Maybe I want my life to mean something for once! Maybe I want to do something good, use this- this curse for good! I can help people. We can help people! Why is that so damn hard for you to understand?!” He shoved Hoyt and stomped away to cool off.

“Cordi….” Hoyt stumbled after him. “Hey, man, I didn’t mean it like that,” he said,t one soft, placating. “I didn’t know you felt that way. I’m sorry.”

Cordell sighed, taking his hat off. “I know. I’m sorry. I just- I’m tired, Hoyt. Tired of living. Tired of dying. Tired of starting all over again. Tired of feeling like it’s all just…pointless.”

“I get it,” Hoyt said gently. “Believe it or not, I do get it.” He held his hands up, wrists together as if cuffed. “You wanna take me in? Show those folks they didn’t make a mistake trusting you with their town?”

A smile tugged at Cordell’s lips. “We’ll let the horses rest a bit longer. Thank you.”

“Anything for you, brother.”

#yeehawgust #yeehawgust 2023 #walker #walker: independence #walker fic #walker fanfic #walker: independence fic #walker: independence fanfic #crossover #au

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the-official-account · 2 years ago

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Three of Hearts episode 17 live blog

(this bitch has spoilers)

On sabbatical from my impromptu career in marketing, and also (sigh) life, here's another liveblog! The first one on tumblr, the platform where I am somehow even more unapologetically long winded

@threeheartscast

OOOH another flashback I love these. Getting to know spar before clovenheart is <3. Of course it's malicious compliance that's the best type of compliance.

Ooooh I gotta love a seedy literal underbelly. I'm excited to listen to that quiet year series omg.

Okayyyyy I see that moody lighting we've got going one 👀👀👀

ALL THREE AT ONCE IF YOU ARE EXTREMELY SKILLED

Invite only altered people club is so rad.

Scales and tails notes for future me writing a very particular sort of fanfic

Note to find out how to spell yaccab's name right for that fanfic LMAO

GOD I love spar. The puring for the table, the going out to have fun and going it by acting like a host. He's such a people person in a way that's like....Shepardly? OH like a herding dog! Not so much that he's forceful but so much that when he's got you marked as a friend he's gonna make sure you're ok make sure you're okay make your you're okay, your good? OKAY GREAT!!!!! :D

And it's so lovely and wholesome and warm and I'm glad it's a dude filling that sort of role. As much as I love my sexy hostess with the mostest trope, accommodating individuals come in many flavors and genders!

OMG YACCAB IS SO NICE IM SO GLAD SPAR HAS A FRIEND LIKE THAT

Okay writer brain is telling me that while I don't think vellum is TOO straight laced to go here...... hmmm these notes will NOTE be posted yet

(I would've listened to more of the episode by now and maybe gotten to 18 if my brain didn't go on a HARD left turn after that. Know that the live in liveblog means "with many, MANY pauses")

Spar is like "hmm. I moved away from my tribe of people like me. Unacceptable. I'm gonna adopt everyone in this shady ass establishment" and yk what I respect that. Queer life goals.

Let a man get drunk without interruption, oh my god!

I realized "Yaccab" might be "Jacob" and I am... a perfectly intelligent English speaking person! But monolingual.

I don't like this dude for ruining the party. He's probably fine but. Still.

The dynamic I'm imagining between Spar and Jacob is like...Not friends with benefits, but not NOT friends with benefits. Sex-positive, queer, and close enough to where they're super physically comfortable (he was literally on his lap lmao) and they may have kept eachother company once or twice! But like. I'm thinking of that dynamic that is sort of "our relationship is neither platonic nor romantic not queer platonic but between all of those things, and I want you to find somebody but I consider it my responsibility to decide if they're good with you" type beat. Yes these posts are very often me taking notes for myself later. Ah to be free of the twitter character limit.

"....that's fucked up." THE WAY I HOLLERED. Yacob (final awnser) is so confused and spar is so drunk lmao.

OH WAIT IS YACOB AN EX? idk I mean previous statements still mostly count.

I'm too aro for this shit— I don't care how much characters kiss I deadass forget traditional romantic situations are like. Possible.

Why does spar keep giving YACOB responsibility 😂😂😂😂 narrative brain is saying "Setting up to spar trusting vellum with Anya or sorrel n them/paralleling when he sort of did fighting jasper" the part of my brain that wants to put my blorbos in my mouth and chew on them like the word "intellectual" was never invented is going HAHA. SHEEPDOG!

Ah yes the classic Italian stereotype: possessing fancy hats

Jordan introducing the folks in this room as "two women and a man" is THE most gendered sentence that I think exists in this podcast and that is VERY funny to me

*fanning myself* There is something SO admirable about a man with convicti— HES GOING FOR THE DOOR LMAOOOO

"I know what I wanted to know now" my deeply embedded distrust of gms (as a runner-of-games who also loves to get up to nonsense at the first opportunity)has alarm bells going off a bit

OMG VELLUM IS HERE NOW HI HI HI!!!!!

OH MY GOD I love little cute scenes where characters met before they like met, if one or both parties forgets it I call them "meet moots" because they meet and nothing happens JFKSVSLDVSKDVKZ

I mean yeah timbleton has gotta pursue hell lose his job and probably get arrested.

I was about to be like "vellum fuck your bosses stop staying late RISE RISE RISE!!!" and then I remember vellum kinda owns the place dushdgoddb SO DO SOME SELF CARE AND SLEEP, DUMMY.

"yeah I'm fine are spars first words to vellum" oh ouch but cute

NO AGENTS HERE DKSVSODVSOSVSO OH MY GODDD this. This is. This is very cute. NOT SPAR INTRODUCING HIMSELF AS GAMBLER. vellum sounds. Confused but endeared (BECAUSE WHO WOULDNT BE) but ENDEARED!!!!

Vellum is so cool. WOULD IT BOTHER YOU IF I STAYED WITH YOU. AWH.

Bestie if he pushes the key under the door anybody who comes past can open the door.

Spar said "idgaf I can fuck I fucker up, do it all the time, try me"

VELLUM WAITING WITH HIS SWORDCANE AFTER GAMBLER HAS PASSED OUT ON THE FLOOR IS SSUUUUUUCHHHH A GOOD MENTAL IMAGE

OH THEM FLANKING THE DOOR WITH TWO SWORDS IS GO GOOD ALSO

BUT THUNBLETON MY MAN WHAT THE FUCK

YACOB IS HERE!!!! OMG FRIEND! Oh my god I love him.

OOOOOH AND VELLUM IS HERE TOO TIMBLEICBDMD IS SOOOO FUCKED.

POV: you're thinininininnton and vellum is pointing his rapier (I imagine that when he presses the button to unsheathe it an intricate collapsible golden guard springs out) at you're throat is something I wanna draw SO bad that is SOOOO cool and sexy and rand but wayyyy out of my ability right now. It will live forever in my brain (also my list for 3o♥️s stuff to draw is sooo long )

(also I shouldve guessed those people were shady they had one-word genders)

Yacob saw spar running and was like "guess this is my life now!" What a real one.

HE PULLS OUT A FLASH. KIIIIIING SHIT. Spar kisses him...but...but are they.....whatever dlegdkvdskdvd

Also I feel like grey for sure has that eye. Or diamond had the eye and grey has the gem now.

Efficiency-opsec brain getting really excited about the idea of vellum adjusting security protocols....I fucking love protocols.

Oh Vellum honey maybe don't go interrogating the single most secretive person with the most open desire to kill you.

"do you need somebody to take you there?" 🐑🐕

OH SHIT CATS. I miss destiny

I feel like Arabella is for sure in that lighthouse

YOU TURN TO LOOK AT THE WIGHTHOUSE AND YOU SEE THE PRESIDENT JXOSGSODHSODHDIDH

OH. AWH. VELLUM GETTING FLUSTERED WHEN HE'S APPRECIATED THATS CUTE BUT HE DESERVES ALL THE APPRECIATION AND TO BE USED TO THIS!!!! BUT ITS STILL CUTE!!!

BFKSGSKDVS VELLUM GIVING THIS TEEN AN EVEN SAFETY LESSON ♥️♥️♥️

Look like I Respect Meraphina's biomancy, and I respect her ability to use it for healing while also being very skeptical about the role of magic but like .... I disagree with the "don't bring magic back" thinking. If YOU have access to it it's clearly still there. Better for the world to recon with it as a whole then to have it available to some mysterious small number of folks only. Idk. Maybe my opinion on that will change but :\

OH. OH MERAPHINA LIKES HIM NOW? ....COOL!

They're still in cloven heart...hmm. in the lighthouse? This is probably related to preparing something big for bridge since they were all jacks.

"you dont just give things freely" somewhere in town Brunhilde has started frowning

OH. OH THATS A DAMN GOOD JOKER PLAY. WOW. WOW!!!! THOUGHTS. IMPLICATIONS. WOW! Now she can't kill him lmao

Anti-thaumatera is wearing Mayor Thorne as a glove puppet

"everyone in cloven heart at the time the spell was cast" diamond? Didn't diamond arrive soon after?

LOL ok so she'll still kill him

Midtro dance midtro dance

[ID: several repeats of the same very low quality image of a strange silhouette, humanoid but with a head that is too long from nose to ear, feet planted apart, arms out, and butt back, almost as if halfway through a squat. It is black on a white background. End ID]

Ooh Arabella can't do magic. Good to know.

"diamond took care of that" ALSO good to know

Okay but like...jasper...I can see where they're coming from

"he is posted up scanning the river and trees for potential assailants" the sheepdog joke will stop being funny when it stops being relevant and that is no time soon.

DESTINY WITH BRUNHILDE, THE TWO CUTEST CHARACTERS TOGETHER MY HEEEART

"that is definitely where I would be sneezing" 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀

"they are both committed to this...to this Investigation"

OKAY BUT TATI AND ANYA COULD BE SOOOOOOOOOOO CUTE. I'm glad I'm not the only one that hears this. Tatianya....though I prefer Anyati

I didn't know tati was altered!

Edit: yes I did, what? Just forgot

...hmmm stowaways.....Arabella would probably be a much stronger presence probably. Xoechi and Joaquin maybe????

VELLUM NOT THINKING ABOUT THEM BEING ALONE BUT I FOR SURE WAY

JOSEPHA DID FUCKING NOT.

BEZTIE LIKE FUCK OFF

If you're trying to get money from the Harrington's for a good reason you could consider just ASKING

ABNFOEVDMD OHHHHH IT WAS TATI.

Girl I love you so much but you are like one week from the world's best full time jobs with the world's most eccentric investor like you'll be fine.

VELLUM'S FLIRTING LMAO

to protect him...

IT WAS GREY!!!! I FUCKING KNEW IT.

Still bestie it is NOT hard to guilt your niece into going to a blood drive you're setting up and like yoinking that shit. The drama! Unnecessary!!

Unless she's doing something super secretive and vellum might suspect that the blood being related to grey at all makes his behavior weird........HMMMM. HMMMM!!!!

I just KNEW tati was about to make that joke

Maybe grey is being Ransomed by a third party who wants vellums blood for some reason and she can't ask him for it because she knows the third parties goals go against vellum's morals and that the only way for them to be happy together after the third party does whatever thing with vellums blood he disagrees with is for her to pay for other people to get the blood so vellum assumes they were involved at all?

Like protection and ransom feel like good grey motivations to be but idk

BLOOD MAGIC?

okay okay maybe not.

Yeah because if grey was REALLY their employer it means that she doesn't have working for him as an out anymore really ...

Spar it might buy you time but it might also put you in danger. And there are possibly worse forces looking for the blood of altered people for expiriments!!!!! Though....well supplying it to them isn't actually doing any harm it's it's conventual since their goal isn't harmful? Well arabellas isn't but....UGH!

This blood drawing scene feels...intimate?

I was right!!!! Just some teens having fun going on an adventure.

BDJSGSJDGDKDBim imagining spar doing full manly-frown lean-on-the-banister stern older brother, vellum starting to smile when he sees the teens (because they're NOT Arabella!) Looking at spar and then going ahem yes. Serious. I am serious now.

Okay yeah but your mom's said no because diamond is a person of interest in a fucking KIDNAPPING

Ah yes the feeling vellum will feel upon spars death is surely "disappointment"

I really hope there's some really crucial information in the couples party djdgskdbd.

THE EYE?????????????? OH DAMN.

That was a really good one. No conclusions I am very tired now. Lots of love goodnight

#edil chats #after a long hangry day an episode was just what i needed #three of hearts #three of hearts pod #edil liveblogs three of hearts

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