#but RARELY are shirts ever that complicated to make and are usually completely worn down by people in a matter of years

[repurposedmeatlocker]

This happened a few days ago now, but I'm still thinking about it so gonna complain about it on main <3

Went to this local flea market. Lots of clothes and stuff being sold in stands. I don't usually expect to buy something, especially since a lot of stuff is by re-sellers and the prices can go up, but I like to look at the stuff regardless. I came up to this stand with a bunch of really cool printed T-shirts of bands/licensed properties. I remember seeing them some months ago, and I thought to myself, "oh if they have a Beavis and Butt-Head T-Shirt that would be cool. I'd probably buy it." They had one from last time, but even though I liked the design I couldn't convince myself to get it on account of a mysterious stain on it. No clue if that will come off (of-course it was on a beavis and butt-head t-shirt).

Anyway, I find another shirt that looks good! It is kind of faded, but that is chill. It is second-hand of course. I read the tag as $5.00 and thought "oh that makes sense!" I go up to the woman to pay and then she informs me that the tag actually says $65.00!! I was like "UM no thanks!!" That is WAY out of my price range for any SINGLE used-T-shirt. She says "sorry. It is vintage". Flash forward to later and I think about it more and I get PEEVED, because not only is selling a faded, used beaver and butthole T-shirt for $65.00 RIDICULOUS on any account, but to claim that it is VINTAGE?? GIRL THE LOGO ON THAT SHIRT WAS CLEARLY FROM THE 2011 RUN OF THE SHOW??? IS 2011 "VINTAGE" NOW??? IS THAT WHAT I AM SUPPOSED TO GET OUT OF THIS???

[inkandpen22]

Young Hearts Divided (7/?)

Pairing: James Potter x Female!Reader/ Sirius Black x Female!Reader

Warnings: mild swearing, fluff, angst 

Word Count: 2k

Part Summary: It’s officially Hogsemeade day. While Y/N goes with James as promised, Sirius does everything he can to test her limits and make her reveal what they’ve done. 

A/N: Hi everyone, sorry for the delay and sorry that this portion is so short. I promise I will get caught up with all of the series updates by the end of the week hopefully! X

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Lily, Marlene, and I wait by the entrance leading in from the entrance courtyard for the boys to come down from the tower. Today is finally Hogsmeade day and I have mixed feelings about it. For over a week, I was looking forward to it. Then, my brother was abducted. My family had to go into hiding. Sirius and I... well... it's us. We're complicated. On the surface, we're everything two best friends ought to be. We already cared for and loved one another as friends. Yet, we added more love to the mix, even just an ounce more and everything got knocked off-kilter.

Arms snake their way around my waist and bring me into their chest.

"Are you excited?" James whispers in my ear and plants a kiss on my temple.

Sirius and the other boys appear around us, forming a circle. James remains around me like a blanket as my eyes land Sirius. In an entirely black outfit, Sirius looks more like the poster child for teen angst than usual. It's not a daily occurrence that we get out of our school uniforms, so when we do Sirius gets a lot of attention from the female population. Especially when he's in his worn leather jacket like he is today. Now, half of the school's population will be drooling over him. Does he do it to bother me? Does he think getting attention from other girls will make me fight for him?

"Looking forward to it," I reply, smiling into James's embrace.

Sirius shifts on his feet and nervously looks away at anything he can set his eyes on.

"What would you like to do first?" James asks, oblivious to the small interaction between Sirius and me.

"Stop at Honeydukes! I wanted to get some chocolates," Peter announces as if the question was directed at him.

"We can stop by the pub and get some butterbeer with everyone," James tells me quietly between us.

"Sounds perfect."  

I tilt my head to the side to see James and he peers down at me. He peers at me so admirably that I can feel the warmth rising in my cheeks under the intensity of his gaze. I glance away and scan our group of friends. Sirius's eyes pour into mine with an equal amount of intensity, but it's not due to admiration. He's pressuring me, reminding me of what he said the other day. I have a feeling this will be a long day. ______________________________ After wandering around Hogsmeade together, James and I meet everyone at the pub for some butterbeer. Gathered around a long wooden table, the seven of us sip on our drinks and chatter. I sit between James and Remus, while Sirius just so happens to be positioned right across from me. He hasn't caused a scene yet, but that doesn't mean he won't. It's Sirius, he doesn't care about being the center of attention. Whenever I'm in his presence with James, I fear he might drop the bomb from last weekend or what occurred in that classroom. Of course, I've thought about how he could do it when I'm not around too, but where would the fun be in that for Sirius. If he were to do it, he would do it publicaly.

As I talk to Remus about meeting tomorrow in the library, James drapes his arm over my shoulders to gain my attention. When I turn to him, he smiles charmingly.

"Y/N," he purrs.

"James," I greet playfully.

"There's something I've been meaning to tell you," he tells me, taking my hand and interlocking them.

Our friends chit-chat around us, granting us some mild privacy amongst the group.

"And what is that?" I raise a brow.

James's features and entire demeanor shifts entirely. One minute he was all giddy, charming, and bright. Now, he's a tad anxious, starring down at our interlocked hands in my lap. What does he have to tell me?

"Goodness, I'm just going to say it," he sighs and finally meets my gaze. "Y/N, I like you."

All of that fuss for that? Of course, James and I like each other, we've been friends since we were kids!

I pat his hand, taking it in both of mine. "Aw, thank you, I'm quite fond of you too."

"I was wondering..." he laughs nervously, still fidgety. "You know if you wanted to... be my girlfriend."

My eyes grow wide for a second as an instinct reaction. Then, I snap out of it as I process his words. "Oh," I manage to mutter.

Abruptly, there's a noise from across the table and Sirius starts choking on his drink. The area of the table in front of him is wet with butterbeer. James and I are far too occupied to pay much attention. My focus switches between Lily patting Sirius on the back and James beside me. I thought he was simply being James, a goof and rarely serious.

"I... I umm," I struggle to form a response.

My mind has gone blank as though every ability to function has slipped from me.

Sirius flies up from his chair, insisting to Lily and the others that he's fine. He marches around the table and grabs my arm. I stumble up from my seat as he tugs me toward the door.

"You. Me. Outside. Now," he commands sharply under his breath.

"I'll be right back with you!" I point to James.

Sirius grips my bicep so hard that it'll likely bruise. Students walking by watch in confusion. Goodness, he's so dramatic. I couldn't get a word in before he pulled me away. He yanks me from the library and shoves me into a classroom. Now, he tugs me away from our friends and shoves me into an alley. He needs to learn to use his words like a  mature person.

Is that why he spit out his drink, because of what James said? I didn't process before as I was still stunned by James's confession. Sirius yanks me into the alley around the corner and releases me toward the wall.

"What the actual hell, Sirius?!" I swear at the boy. "First the library now this?! I have legs!"

"Are you genuinely kidding me?!" He has the audacity to yell back.

Curious eyes glance down the alley upon hearing Sirius and I shouting. This is so embarrassing. If I'm the center of gossip this week because of Sirius I will curse him.

"You can't honestly be considering for a second being with him! James likes Lily! He'll choose her in the end! He's just mad and confused because she isn't giving him the time of day!" He fires at me.

My chest rises and falls rapidly, he's just said what I've been telling myself ever since James asked me to Hogsmeade. I ignored the thoughts to give James a chance. Yet, let's be honest, James has had a thing for Lily since the moment he saw her. It's how I felt when I met Sirius... I'm taking that to the grave though. I wouldn't want to give Sirius the satisfaction.

"Wow, so I'm just a cover-up?! Rebound?! What does that make me?!" I argue, hiding my true thoughts.

Sirius releases a deep sigh as he combs his fingers through his hair.

"He likes you because to James, you're the next best thing after Lily but..." he stops himself, his volume not so defeating.

I cross my arms over my chest, "oh, so now you get shy?! What happened to grabbing me out of places whenever you like?! But what, Sirius?!"

Sirius's focus snaps in my direction and frustration return to his face.

"But to me, you're the whole damn world and you're still here with him! Is that what you want to hear, Y/N?!" He shouts at me. His voice cracks slightly at the end as emotion gets in the way.

I shuffle back into the wall and rest against it, overwhelmed by everything. The dirt beneath my shoes become the center of my focus. There's a silence between us as Sirius stares at me with glassy eyes. I hate this. I hate that I'm the reason his jet black eyes are shimmering and his voice is cracking. Sirius is usually so confident and unfazed. It draws everyone to him. He walks on clouds with the world beneath him. The entire universe revolves around him.

"I'm not going to beg you to be with me because fuck that," he breaks the silence, kicking some gravel beneath his feet with his black boot.

"But Merlin Y/N, I love you," he shakes his head, meeting my gaze.

My eyes start to well and what should be a happy moment hurts like hell. It's as though a troll is sitting on my chest. I can hardly breathe.

"I do," he nods slowly. "I meant what I said by the lake and since then you've been slipping away from me. I can't exist in a world without you in it. You're..." he sighs deeply, finding it hard to finish. "You're home to me."

I wipe a stray tear away from my cheek, turning my head down the alley.

"I hate seeing you cry," he mutters into the wind, wiping tears away from his own eyes. "I never wanted to be the cause of it."

"How do you think I feel seeing you cry?" I finally speak, my tone weak.

Guilt plagues his features and Sirius crosses the alley to me. He pulls me into his chest comfortingly. I wrap my arms around his waist as I cry into his shirt. He kisses the top of my head then rests his cheek there.

The attitude between us now in comparison to moments ago is a complete flip. Granted, it's me and Sirius. We're never predictable. Everything we do, we do passionately. One minute we're wild and having the best time arguing like a divorced couple. It's a rollercoaster of a relationship. From the moment we met, I knew Sirius would bring me the greatest happiness and the greatest heartache. He's everything to me.

I struggle to speak smoothly into the warmth of his chest. "I can't hurt anyone. I can't take on any more drama. I wish things were simple again. Things were so much easier a mere week ago. Yet now everything has gotten all jumbled."

"It doesn't have to be, not if you let me help you," he whispers.

"Please help me," I plead, clinging to him.

Sirius tucks his fingers beneath my chin to meet his gaze. His eyes are bloodshot and his lashes wet. I must look like a raccoon with my eye makeup. Thank goodness Sirius's shirt is black.

"I will always be here for you," he assures me as he caresses my cheek. "What's your problem is mine too. It's you and me, okay? I will get you through this."

I nod as an immense weight lifts off my chest. I need Sirius more than anyone and to hear him say these things eases my mind.

"Do you want to head back to the castle? I'll tell everyone you didn't feel well or something," he conjures up.

I nod silently and his hand slips behind my neck while he plants a kiss on my forehead.

"I'll be right back," he states and starts heading back toward the pub entrance.

I watch him stroll away, using the sleeve of his leather jacket to dry his eyes.

"Hey, Sirius?" I call. My voice is still shaky.

He skids to a stop, spinning on the heels of his boots unsteadily. "What's up?"

"I love you. I...” I laugh, a tad nervous as I kick about some pebbles randomly. “I wasn’t ever planning on tell you, but I’ve loved you since I first saw you on the train. i just-” 

"I know," he replies without missing a beat.

“You did?!” my jaw nearly hits the floor. I whine, tossing my head back with embarrassment. “This whole time you knew... I mean of course you did. I know it’s not a great confession like you did just now,” I ramble on anxiously. “But I just thought you should know that ‘hey, the feelings are reciprocated. I know I can be a hard ass and indecisive, but so can you.’ I figured we-” 

A faint smile appears on his lips, a complete contrast to the wetness of his eyes. He glances behind him then jogs back to me. He wraps his arms around me again and plants a kiss on my cheek.

"I know, My Love," he tells me. “ Thank you. I love you too.” 

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[nerdierholler]

Wayhaven Frights Day 2: Thriller

Pairing: Henry Kingston/Nate Rating: T for making out Word Count: 1300 Warnings: None This is a continuation of yesterday's stormy night fill, I'm not 100% sure if this will count for today's prompt but things do get more thrilling than just watching a passing storm. Basically it's one big make out session, everything stays above the waist though. Also, I completely understand if the mods think it's a stretch too far for the prompt. Nonetheless, here it is.

Thriller

After a few minutes, Henry’s fingers started absently trailing up and down Nate’s spine. He shivered at the touch, breathing out a soft moan as the sensation coursed through his body. In response, Henry’s movements slowed, becoming delicate but deliberate.

Nate wanted to stay like this, to enjoy this simple moment together, but a thrill raced through his body at the temptation for a chance at something more. Leaning back, he placed a finger under Henry’s chin and tilted it up. A blush covered Henry’s cheeks in a rosy glow and when he met Nate’s gaze, his eyes fluttered shut and his lips parted in anticipation.

The first kiss was slow. Henry filled Nate’s senses: his scent, the softness of his lips, the day old stubble that scratched against his skin. Nate’s tongue darted between Henry’s lips, hungry to taste more and the once gentle touch on Nate’s back turned into fingers gripping his shoulders, pulling him closer. Encouraged, he drew a line slowly along Henry’s neck, across the frayed collar of the shirt, and down his chest until he reached the hem. Slowly, he slipped his hand beneath and let it rest on Henry’s hip.

Henry pulled back just enough to speak, “Is anyone else around?”

Nate closed his eyes and tried to focus on something other than the man who was now running his fingers along his scalp, however the sensation threatened to push every other thought from his mind. The best he could tell was that no one was nearby although he couldn’t pinpoint their locations either.

“I don’t think so,” he said finally, “but it’s hard to be sure where everyone is.” He smiled as he looked down at Henry, “I’m a little distracted.”

“Is that so?” Henry purred.

It was rare, but he thoroughly enjoyed it when Henry showed flashes of confidence with him. He rubbed his thumb along Henry’s hip bone. “It is.”

The flush on Henry’s face deepened and spread down his neck, presumably all the way down to his chest. Nate desperately wished he could see it, feeling the spreading heat was almost enough to make him want to rip the worn fabric apart.

“Well then,” Henry purred once more before pausing, “then...I’m glad.” He frowned and looked away at the awkwardness of his words but it only made Nate’s pulse flutter.

A lopsided grin formed on Nate’s face, “I’m glad too.”

He brushed a strand of hair out of Henry’s face, letting his fingers run along his cheek, Henry leaning into the touch so that Nate’s thumb trailed across his bottom lip, tugging it down. He rubbed the tip along the soft skin only to be surprised when Henry dipped his head just enough to envelope it with his mouth and suck on it gently.

The desperate whimper that escaped Nate should have been shameful but there was nothing shameful about his feelings for Henry. The pounding in his chest, the butterflies in his stomach, the heat rising even lower in his abdomen, they were normal and natural and completely unlike anything he’d ever felt for another person before.

But his whine made Henry stop, brought too much into the moment and too aware of what he’d been doing, he swallowed and looked away sheepishly. Nate enjoyed the way Henry would blush and get flustered when he caught him off guard with a comment, but he hoped Henry knew it went both ways. Every stuttered word, each bashful glance away, caused aches to form inside Nate. The moments when Henry took charge, be it while working on a case or when they were flirting, just about made him shatter.

Leaning in, he rested his head against Henry’s, their lips close, but not quite touching, and held his breath, waiting. Henry kissed him once...twice...a third time...then crashed against his mouth, needy and wanting, grasping at Nate’s shirt to pull him closer.

Happy to oblige, Nate eased Henry back against the wall. Shifting his weight forward, he found the bottom of Henry’s shirt once again and slipped a hand inside to roam across the skin beneath. Mimicking his movements, Henry’s hands tugged at Nate’s shirt, working to free it from where it was neatly tucked in. Impatient to feel the other man’s hands on his skin, Nate pulled out the ends of his shirt and quickly undid the buttons, letting it hang open, hoping it would be invitation enough for the usually reserved detective to explore beneath.

Breath heavy with anticipation, waiting for the first touch almost sent Nate over the edge. Henry placed a hand against his chest and Nate groaned against him. He could feel Henry smile at the reaction he’d drawn out of Nate. If only Henry knew just how much he was holding back.

Minutes passed as they fell into a comfortable rhythm of needy kisses and curious touches until Henry’s shirt was bunched beneath his arms and Nate was finally rewarded with the sight of Henry’s chest, flushed pink, rising with each panting breath, the soft flesh dimpling beneath his fingers. It was perfect, he was perfect. Nate pulled Henry against him, fingers tangling in his hair, until almost every inch of their bodies were pressed together. The feeling of Henry’s chest against his sent a thrill through Nate’s body. The warmth spread like a fire across his sensitive skin, one he yearned to be consumed by.

But not tonight.

As much as he wanted this to continue, a part of his mind reminded him that they had roommates and even if they didn’t he wasn’t sure how much more he could take before giving into temptation. There was something about the detective that tested his practiced patience and he very much wanted to be patient. He wanted to do things in order. He wanted to do things right by Henry. He wanted to savor every minute they had together so he could carefully collect them in his memories. It was impossible to completely let himself live in the moment when everything reminded him that Henry was human… and he was not.

Nate sighed and rested his forehead against Henry’s, “I hate to say this, but it’s getting late.”

“Oh.”

The unmistakable disappointment in Henry’s voice pulled on Nate’s still racing heart. “It’s not that I don’t…�� Nate started, a rare moment of struggling to find the right words. It was too complicated to explain right now, after this, but it was something they should probably talk about, and soon. “It is late,” he said instead, “ you need sleep, and honestly, I’m surprised the others have left us alone this long.” All valid points for the current situation.

“Right,” Henry said, his face turning an even brighter shade of crimson with the thought of being caught in this state.

They both tried to collect themselves, Henry smoothing his shirt and Nate running his hands through his hair before buttoning up his. The heady carelessness of the moment was quickly fading. Before it disappeared completely, Nate cupped a hand against Henry’s cheek and kissed him one final time.

He leaned against the window still, hands in his pockets, to let Henry pass, “Good night, Henry.”

“Night, Nate,” Henry paused and glanced back one last time before walking through the door.

Nate debated staying there, leaning against cool glass until it slowly drained the burn of arousal from him, but try as he might, his mind was too full of thoughts of Henry. He wasn’t ready to let go of the feeling of Henry’s skin against his or his taste that still lingered on Nate’s tongue. With a low growl of longing and frustration, he stood and made his way back to his own room wondering if Henry’s thoughts would be as preoccupied as his before he drifted back to sleep.

[marybethsjournal]

Always

Summary: Molly has hit a wall with Dutch and doesn’t know what to do; she feels completely lost. Not to mention that she has started to have complicated feeling towards another gang member.

Pairing(s): Dutch Van Der Linde x Molly O’Shea, Molly O’Shea x Sadie Adler (strongly implied)

Word Count: 1903

A03 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/29265912

It was barely noon and the girls were day drinking yet again. This didn’t impress Molly much, but she had come to realize that nobody, not even Dutch cared about what she thought. Molly pushed the thought away. If she thought about how Dutch had been shutting her out and treating her badly in general, she would be driven to drink just like these harlots. And then she would be no better than them, which seemed to be the most humiliating thought possible at the time.

Molly was not surprised that Karen was leading the drinking charge of the day. That’s all the wench knew how to do, that and seduce men. She tried not to blame Karen too hard for that, though, because everyone knew Dutch was strongly encouraging her to put herself out there and if Molly verbalized her bias against working women, she’d have to implicate Dutch in the whole thing and she didn’t feel like doing that. Anything to exonerate her man from wrongdoing. What did surprise Molly was that that girl, Sadie, had joined the women for once. And not in the way Abigail had, coming over to get one drink and then gone back to her business (Molly didn’t blame her, she deserved a drink, especially since Jack had asked about 50 questions today already and the Marston man had tried to pants Bill and got a fist in his face in return). Sadie was downing the drinks faster than anyone else; she seemed to have no shame. Molly supposed that maybe she shouldn’t have been so surprised. Sadie had gone through a significant transformation over the past few months. When Sadie had been brought in by Dutch, Micah, and Arthur, she seemed weak and quiet. She had worn dresses and otherwise modest garments, although nothing too fancy. Now, she had the audacity to yell at the men and one day, when out on the town with Arthur, she had bought a shirt and pants and she hadn’t taken them off since. Quite offensive, in Molly’s opinion, but Sadie objectively pulled it off quite well. Molly had noticed herself staring at Sadie quite often, observing the woman. She couldn’t pinpoint quite why, but she assumed it was normal. Sadie was pushing boundaries and was overall quite an interesting woman, more interesting than herself. Not to mention, Sadie was very beautiful. Anyone could see that, it wasn’t an odd thing for her to think.

Molly found herself in the same situation yet again. She was staring at Sadie, who was downing another drink and laughing at some joke Tilly (or maybe it was Karen??? Molly wasn’t doing a very good job focusing on anything other than Sadie at the moment) made. Molly smiled, seeing Sadie throw her head back in laughter. Her smile was so huge and genuine. It was only recently that she had started smiling again. Sadie had taken it rough, just like any woman would, when her husband died. Molly knew the pain hadn’t gone away, but Sadie seemed to finally be letting herself enjoy life with little guilt. She thought about Sadie’s smile a little longer than she probably should have and her mind ended up drifting to a few nights ago when she and Sadie had danced. The whole camp was ambient with laughter and music, coming both from the gramophone and Javier’s guitar. Everyone seemed to have found a partner and was dancing: Mary Beth with Arthur, Jack with Uncle (their form of dancing was far different than everyone else’s slow dancing, the pair were waving their arms wildly and running in circles together), Karen with Sean, Tilly with Lenny. Hell, even Abigail and that fool John had put aside their differences for the night and were dancing up on each other, a bit too provocatively for Molly’s liking. Molly had actually been really excited about the spontaneous party that night. She felt the distance growing between her and Dutch the past few weeks and she was convinced that that night could make it all better. She had put on her finest dress, fixed her hair, and perfected before asking him. But to her surprise, he told her that he was too tired and maybe they could try another time. Her surprise had turned to horror when she later saw Dutch dancing with Susan. The worst part was, Dutch didn’t even seem to care when Molly noticed. It was like he didn’t even care about her feelings.

Molly had run into the nearby forest to cry. She knew her makeup would smudge and usually she would refrain from crying to the best of her ability, but she didn’t care anymore. It only took a few minutes before Sadie had snuck up behind her and asked her what was wrong. She had been sitting on a rock nearby, not in a party mood, when she had heard Molly crying, she explained. How embarrassing.

“So, are you going to tell me what happened so I can fight a bitch?” 

Molly, despite her sadness, laughed. “It’s not really a bitch. It’s Dutch. Wouldn’t dance with me but he sure is dancing with Susan right now.��

“That old fart? Ah you can do better than him.” Sadie seemed to get an idea and clapped her hands together. “In fact, let’s show him what he’s missing. I’ll dance with ya.”

Molly was taken aback by Sadie’s proposal. 

“I’m not too sure that’ll make him jealous. Maybe if I danced with Charles or something…”

“Oh come on! Sorry I’m not Charles.” Sadie grabbed Molly’s hand and drug her back into camp

Molly was confused as to why Sadie seemed so insistent to dance with her, but she was certainly pleased by the attention. She rarely got attention from this gang.

The dance went wonderfully; Molly almost felt something resembling butterflies in her stomach, which she dismissed as simple indigestion. It was perfect until Molly apparently got too close to Sadie and she asked, “Miss O’Shea, do you expect me to kiss you or what?”

Molly was horrified. She gave some phony excuse and ran away from the situation as fast as she could, ignoring Sadie calling after her. Things had been pretty awkward between them since then.

Molly was startled out her daydreaming when Karen yelled at her, “Hey Molly, what are you looking at? You wanna drink or something?” Oh great, Molly thought after realizing she had been staring this entire time.

Molly walked over to where Karen was and for just a brief moment, allowed herself to look at Sadie again. Unfortunately, Sadie seemed to have the same idea. Their eyes locked and Sadie subsequently excused herself to go talk to Abigail. 

“What the Hell is her problem? Anyway, wanna drink? I’ll share mine. It’s the good kind of whiskey.” Karen offered some strong whiskey to Molly. There’s nothing Molly wanted less than to drink after Karen.

“I try not to drink outside of social settings.” Molly informed Karen, politely declining.

“Then WHY were you looking at me earlier?”

“I wasn’t.” Molly responded curtly.

“Then you were looking at Sadie. Cause I know you weren’t looking at these here two fools.” Karen made rude gestures at Mary Beth and Tilly. 

“I wasn’t looking at anything, Karen. Just thinking.” Molly couldn’t find it within herself to look anywhere besides her feet.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to offend you. You two, get out of here. I need to talk to Miss O’Shea alone.” Molly tried desperately to get the other two girls to stay but Karen insisted they leave. Apparently, Karen had much more pull among the other women than Molly did. That wasn’t one bit surprising, but it still seemed wrong.

“Wow, you really don’t wanna talk to me. My feelings are so hurt.” Karen took another swig of her drink before continuing. “Listen Molly, you know just as well as everyone else that I think you’re lazy and entitled. Just all around a nasty person.”

Molly nodded. Karen generally was straightforward and rude when she wanted to me, but it still seemed the drink must be doing a number on her for her to be able to say what she just had said.

“But for some reason my the dumb bitch in me has started to care. I didn’t think I had an angel on my shoulder, but here she is, annoying as ever, telling me, ‘Karen, you have to warn Molly. You don’t wanna see her get hurt.’ And then I tell them back that I don’t care if you get hurt but I still feel like I do care afterwards.”

It didn’t take much of an intellectual to make the observation that Karen had had too much to drink. Molly honestly couldn’t understand what she was saying: it sounded like a whole bunch of incoherent rambling in which she said a whole bunch, yet nothing at all at the same time.

“I’m not sure I follow.”

“Of course you wouldn’t. You don’t have a heart of gold like myself. But at least you do have a heart. Listen, I just wanted to let you know Dutch don't care about you.”

‘“Leave me alone, Karen. You’re drunk and I won’t hear anymore.”

“See, you know it’s true! He sees you as a toy more than anything. You’re gonna end up hurt and he’s not going to care one bit.”

“If you think he’s so bad, why are you still running with him?”

“A lot of us don’t have a choice, miss society lady. Besides, I know better to get involved with him.”

“Sure, Karen. Thanks, I guess.”

Molly had walked away and pretended like she hadn’t cared but even days later, the short conversation haunted her at every turn. Even late at night, lying in bed next to Dutch, she replayed the whole ordeal over and over again in her mind. She hated to admit it, but Karen was right. The man lying next to her didn’t feel much for her anymore, if he ever had in the first place. It was just cold lying next to him. Like sleeping with a complete stranger.

She had spent several consecutive nights not being able to sleep out of worry. Late into the night, she would search Dutch’s face for any sort of sign that maybe he cared about something, maybe not even her. She always came up with nothing.

It had become all too much for Molly. She found herself crying yet again. She had never known herself to be this emotional. Part of her wanted Dutch to wake up and see her in pain, but she knew in her heart that he wouldn’t care. He would just be irritated that someone interrupted his beauty sleep.

One night when Molly couldn’t control her crying any longer, she left their tent so as not to disturb Dutch. She walked towards the rock that she usually sat on while she read a book during the day. On her way, she noticed that Sadie was sitting on another rock on the other side of camp. What was she doing out this late. She supposed she would have to find out. Now was her chance to finally talk to Sadie and apologize for whatever had happened between them.

“Can I sit here with you?” Molly asked Sadie when she approached her.

“Always.” Sadie smiled at her.

“That would be nice.”

[courier-sux]

brain decided it’s jace time, so here’s the layers meme for him — feel free to say i tagged you if you wanna do it!

Jace: Wasteland Savior

LAYER ONE: THE OUTSIDE

Name: Jace M. Black

Eye Color: Brown

Hair Style/Color: Dark brown, short-ish, and usually a little messy

Height: 5’11”

Clothing Style: A blend of military and country. Mostly t-shirts, flannels, jeans, and boots — either combat or cowboy. Almost always wearing a black bandana, as well as his holotags, cross necklace, and bracelet fashioned out of a .308 bullet.

Best Physical Feature: Jace wouldn’t know — he doesn’t see himself as anything special. But he’s been told once or twice that he has a handsome face.

LAYER TWO: THE INSIDE

Fears: Losing or hurting anyone he cares about. Feeling like he isn’t in control of himself. Public speaking. Large crowds. Insects/spiders.

Guilty Pleasure: Smoking, but he’s trying to quit.

Biggest Pet Peeve: When people go out of their way to kill a bug after someone asks if they can take it outside. What is wrong with those people?

Ambition for the Future: To help as many people as he can, ideally through healing rather than violence — helping the Followers is as good a start as any. Personally, he’s always wanted to start a family, but that dream was moved to the back of his mind a long time ago.

LAYER THREE: THOUGHTS

First Thoughts Waking Up: Jace rarely wakes up without a nightmare on his mind. His first thoughts are usually attempts to calm himself down, reminders of where he is and that he’s safe.

What They Think About the Most: A lot of problem-solving and thinking about the future or the past. It’s hard to shut his brain off sometimes.

What They Think About Before Bed: What he’s going to do tomorrow. If he’s feeling lonely, his thoughts might shift towards someone else.

What They Think Their Best Quality Is: He’d say his ability to persevere. He’s gone through hell and come out singing.

LAYER FOUR: WHAT’S BETTER?

Single or Group Dates: Jace is terribly shy, and could never go on a group date — it’s hard enough to psych himself up for a date with one person.

To be Loved or Respected:  Love — either from family, friends, partners, or faith — is the reason Jace gets out of bed in the morning, and it’s the reason he falls asleep at night. He will always take it over respect.

Beauty or Brains: Though Jace is a sucker for a pretty face, he appreciates being able to have an intelligent conversation more than someone’s appearance.

Dogs or Cats: He loves both, but if he had to choose, dogs — they help with his PTSD and it’s a bit harder to have a cat when you’re constantly on the move.

LAYER FIVE: DO YOU?

Lie: Very, very rarely, as he really dislikes when others lie to him. If he did lie, it would probably be to make sure someone isn’t worrying too much about him.

Believe in Yourself: Some days are harder than others. It’s easier to believe in himself when others make it clear that they believe in him too.

Believe in Love: “And now these three remain: faith, hope, and love. But the greatest of these is love.” -Corinthians 13:13

Want Someone: Usually, as he has a bit of a problem with passing infatuation. But this time feels different.

LAYER SIX: HAVE YOU EVER?

Been on Stage: Absolutely not, and he’d prefer to keep it that way.

Done Drugs: Only a few times — almost always for medicinal reasons.

Changed Who You Were to Fit In: Somewhat. The NCR breaks all its recruits down to certain extent, and Jace was a much gentler person before he signed up. His time as a soldier changed him, but he refused to give up his empathy and compassion for others — even if it made him stand out, and even if it makes life more complicated.

LAYER SEVEN: WHAT’S THEIR…

Favourite colours: Blue, black, and dark red.

Favourite animal: Dogs, but frogs are a close second.

Favourite book: Almost impossible to choose. If not the Bible, then probably the Odyssey — he has a copy that he’s carried for years and re-read enough times to cause the cover to have almost worn off completely.

Favourite game: Caravan or chess.

LAYER EIGHT: AGE

DOB: April 15, 2252

How Old Will You Be: As Jackal’s twin, he’s the same age as her — 27 when she gets shot in Goodsprings, 28 for most of New Vegas, and 29-30 around the time of Hoover Dam.

Age You Lost Your Virginity: 22

Does Age Matter: If it causes an imbalance of power, yes. Otherwise, not really.

LAYER NINE: FINISH THE SENTENCE

I love: life.

I feel: too much, sometimes.

I hide: my insecurities.

I miss: my sister.

I wish: I could just tell him.