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the bonus features on the planes movie (dipper, smokejumpers, and leadbottom's vitaminamulch promotion thing especially) 😭
#planes movies#planes fire and rescue#“corny?” *corny explodes*#skipper watching that bullshit unfold like#😮#what the fuck did i do to deserve these knucklehead children#the crew would DEFINITELY embarrass dust n chug 4 tht later on
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If further evidence of the cruelty of the benefits system were needed, the British Pregnancy Advisory Service reported in December 2020 that over half of the women it surveyed who had an abortion during the pandemic and who were aware that they were facing the two-child limit cited it as an important factor in their decision. One mother said, 'If there was no two-child limit, I would have kept the baby, but I couldn't afford to feed and clothe it... I've really struggled to come to terms with my decision.'
- After The Virus
When the Supreme Court overturned Roe V Wade – which still feels like something that didn’t happen, or only happened in a dream, because surely such an insane thing couldn’t possibly have happened, and then you remember it did – there was (and continues to be) consternation and fury, and rightly so. What there also was was a lot of incredibly angry pointing out of the bleeding obvious in that, if these people were really concerned about actually reducing the number of abortions what they would actually be trying to do would be, you know, hacking at the horrifying cliff-face of welfare reform and attempting to get people who are in crushing poverty to be, you know, in a better place. Because that would work.
(There was also a fair few jokes about ‘Ho ho ho I’m going to start claiming child benefit from the instant I’m even the slightest hint of pregnant I mean why not’ – a joke I rather liked, and was bemused to see, at least more than once, greeted with ‘Yes. That is a good idea. I see no irony or issues here. The system should allow for this.’)
Anyway, I didn’t exactly go out of my way to stick my head into the streaming river of boiling piss that was this whole debate, but some of the responses to these lines of argument were, uh, telling?
I was surprised to see a few defenders of the snatching of bodily autonomy rush headlong into the teeth of these issues and grapple them by the horns, declaring, yes, benefits should be reformed! They would and did lend their support to these reforms! Now that this major victory had been won that was clearly where the efforts of this particularly lobby would fall next!
And, like, guys, I don’t believe you. I don’t believe you because you’re lying.
Hell, even if I was to ladle you out a honking great portion of good faith – a portion you do not deserve – and assume you actually did actually care actually about crushing poverty and the effect it has on people and that you were honest and sincere in your desires for reform, you are not in charge. You are a pawn. And the people moving you around don’t care. They got what they wanted. They’re out, that’s it. They’re done. Job’s a good ‘un.
More’s the fucking point, if your primary concern is reducing abortions and you’re aware that doing basically anything other than what you’re doing – you know, the bare fucking minimum of reform, if that – would do what you want, yet you go after the thing that is the worst possible thing because fuck the consequences and fuck these pregnant people and fuck their kids and fuck everyone who isn’t me and who doesn’t agree with me then you are a bad person to me. And also a huge fucking idiot.
Like, I’m aware there’s often a trend in things these days to assume the worst of the other side, to assume they’re in possession of the same facts and worldview as you and are deliberately avoiding coming to your conclusion out of spite and are just acting the way they do as an act of pure malice and that this sort of thinking is unhelpful but come on.
The people organising these movements are, more often than not, fucking monsters. The people filling the ranks of these movements, more of than not, are well-meaning knuckleheads who’s thoughts very rarely seem to go further than “Think of the unborn children!” while happily avoiding any thoughts of those unborn children that extend further than them being, you know, born. And those few who do remember that children exist after being born are there to assure us “Don’t worry! We’ll help you get benefits, too!”
And then promptly disappear into thin fucking air because welfare reform is complicated and you can’t fix it by holding an obscene placard and screaming at someone going into an abortion clinic.
Christ you people are a waste. If I drew an angry face on a packet of sausages it’d have more moral fibre, and probably be less self-righteous, too. Fucking wastes.
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Things we deserved to get from the Naruto manga and anime that we never got -
• JONIN NARUTO -
We followed him around as the lovable Genin knucklehead. Now it goes without saying that him being a Jonin is just a rank and honestly doesnt mean much. Rescuing Gaara, going after Kakuzo, Mount Miyaboku were all A & S-rank missions.
But I would liked to have seen him doing missions post war in a slightly more mature yet typically knuckleheaded manner instead of the passing phrase he made tonShikamaru about being too busy doing missions for the next 6 months.
We grew up with Naruto and now that he's older and stronger we dont get to see him in action.
• A Happily Married Kakashi & Shizune-
Hatake Kakashi has led a deeply traumatic life. His mother died when he was very young, his father committed suicide when he was 6 causing him to distance himself from everyone around him. The first person he opened up to and formed a bond with died moments later protecting him, the girl he deeply cared for and probably harbored feelings for which he was too afraid to confront died at his hands as he desperately tried to protect her, a year later his sensei died protecting the village. When he became a sensei to Team 7 he felt he was on a path to finding inner peace by ensuring these children avoid his traumas but his prized pupil went rogue shattering that hope. After all this I’d hoped he would’ve finally found a happy ending.
Why Shizune? Well I considered him and Kurenai getting together and him helping raise Mirai but Shizune has always felt like the only Kunoichi in Konoha who has her shit together. She is perfectly at peace with where she is in life. She is incredibly mature and level headed as she helps run the village with Tsunade. Someone who is at peace with herself and her aspirations is the perfect anchor for a man with a whirpool of trauma brewing in him.
Alas it seems like the showrunners have no intention of a romantic arc for Kakashi and the Hatake name will die with Kakashi.
• The Uzumaki Clan
Within a span of 3 months Naruto meets 3 Uzumaki clan members. Nagato, Karin and his own mother. While speaking with Kushina he finds out about the dark fate of the Uzumaki clan. How they were blessed with unimaginably high chakra reserves and were gifted in Sealing Jutsus, longevity and how it led to them being targeted by those who feared them leading to their village being wiped out and scattered across the shinobi world.
Instead of turning the Naruto saga into the Uchiha Chronicles Id have preferred a deep dive into the Uzumaki clan. Maybe even have a Sasuke-like venegeful figure who wants Konoha to suffer because they failed to provide aid to the village they called their strong allies in their greatest hour of need.
Like Sasuke this villain would’ve witnessed his fellow clansmen cut down, unlike Sasuke however he wouldn’t have had the likes of Naruto, Itachi or Kakashi to anchor him in the light leaving room for redemption.
This could have been the one villain that was so far gone in his pain and hatred that no amount of 'talk no jutsu' could have changed his mind and would've pushed Naruto to the very brink until he finally had to choose between killing his clansman or protecting his village.
Naruto would make the ultimate sacrifice for Konoha and this would all the more set his resolve to pulling Sasuke back from the darkness or dying with him.
An Uzumaki villain gifted in Fuijutsu and the use of the Uzumaki Kekkei Genkai, the Adamantine Chains along with massive chakra reserves would be the perfect power scaled villain for Post Pain Arc Naruto.
Instead we got Uchiha chronicles where everyone did whatever the fuck they thought of doing and chakra limits were all but history. This one really disappointed me. Which brings me to my next disappointment.
• Naruto Killing a Villain
Now I know it seems like an odd hang up. Naruto? Kill? But he is so fixated on redemption. That is exactly why I wanted this to happen. The series has gone out of its way to make sure Naruto hasn’t killed a character. The worst of it was against Kakuzu. The kind of attack unleashed upon Kakuzu SHOULD by all means have killed him. Yet somehow he was left in a ‘dying state’ and Kakashi was the one who did the deed.
Naruto being forced to kill a villain as a last resort and making a choice between saving someone dear to him or tainting his hands with blood was the ultimate moral conundrum for a shinobi whose biggest goal was rescuing his best friend from the dark. It would take him back to Itachi’s words where he asked Naruto what he would if Sasuke decided to destroy the village.
Instead we saw Rasen Shuriken and Rasengan getting scaled down to a point where they always injure and opponent but not kill him. For an S-rank jutsu, Rasen Shuriken happens to be quite lenient.
• Neji beoming the head of the Hyuuga Clan
This pisses me off the most. Neji was supposed to be to the Hyuuga was Naruto was to Konoha. I always expected Neji to overcome all the obstacles and get recognized by Hiashin who would then redeem himself and disband the branch system once and for all. Hiashin as a character was never redeemed. Here was a man who let his brother get executed to avoid punishment (albeit he was against it but it did happen), constantly abused his kind daughter and belittled her for being too soft and put her down to a point her personality was underdeveloped and she had deep seethed confidence issues.
Disbanding the branch system and making Neji the leader would redeem him in the eyes of the readers/ viewers and would clean up the Hyuuga clan.
Instead Neji was scrapped aside to give Naruto and Hinata a bonding moment. They had a bonding moment, it was when she almost died saving his life. Neji didn’t have to die for them to get together ffs. What a wasted potential.
• NaruSaku
Now I’m not a fanatic shipper. In fact when I read and watched the original series I absolutely HATED Sakura. My hatred for her reached it’s peak during the Zabuza arc when Naruto ran at the S-rank villain, got kicked away and got up to show he went in for his forehead protector. “What do you think you’re doing Naruto? Even Sasuke-kun wasn’t a match for him.” I just wanted Naruto to turn around and tell her to stfu in that moment. As the series approached the time skip I was well and truly content with NaruHina.
But Shippuden changed things. The hints towards Sakura’s changed feelings were sprinkled all over the series. One moment that stands out for me was the Clone Training arc where Sai tests her by abusing Naruto and she goes on a rage rant about how great he is. Let’s not forget that in her darkest hour, as she saw a ruined and destroyed village the only person she thought of and cried out to was Naruto. Not because she felt he could save the village (she was as shocked as Shikamaru as she found out he was facing pain alone) but because when things when bad for her the only person who she felt comfort around was indeed Naruto and that is indisputable.
She goes as far as ruining her friendship with Naruto, a bond she truly cherished as it was all she had left after Sasuke abandoned the village, and confessed her feelings to manipulate him. Yes manipulative, scheming and downright a bitch of a thing to do. But it was all she could think of to make Naruto stop chasing after Sasuke. She, more than anyone wanted to see Naruto become a Hokage and realize his dreams and dying while rescuing Sasuke was a risk she couldn’t take and she decided she’d have him hate her than die. Wrong yes. But oddly noble.
This combined with all the blatant attempts to establish her being like Kushina and Kushina saying she wants Naruto to find someone like her changed my mind from NaruHina. I still adore Hinata. She is a wonderful character. But organic plot progression is far more important to me than my ships being canon.
A Naruto-Sakura family would’ve been incredibly entertaining and the dynamics would be perfect. We’d see a Minato-Kushina couple on screen for the next series. Which brings me to my next disappointment.
•HinaShino
I don’t know if that’s the official name for the pairing but I always felt these 2 would make a great couple.They are both people of a few words and are both incredibly intuitive and understanding individuals. Shino would accept Hinata for who she was and vice versa. Being with someone who was happy with the person they were would go miles in helping them come out of their shells.
Altho this isn’t a massive disappointment for me. I’m happy that Hinata ended up with Naruto. But like I said organic plot progression matters to me and if Naruto ended up with Sakura I’d prefer Hinata to end up with Shino.
•Hiraishin No Jutsu
Sadly as the series progressed Naruto had become so OP that not letting him master his father’s improved version of Tobirama’s jutsu was a great decision. It would’ve just made him senselessly OP.
However instead of giving him all those God Tier power ups which he just gains in single training sessions I’d have preferred him working hard to master the Hirashin. Instead of sending him off to an island and treating him like a fucking idiot and asking him to survey animals I’d have preferred if Tsunade gave him an impossible task.
“You can’t fight in the battle. But I will only allow it if you can master your father’s jutsu.”
It was a period of 6 months between Danzo’s death and the start of the shinobi war. Ample time to show him training hard to learn a jutsu that for once required him to study. Hiraishin deals not just in physical acts of speed but also mastering seals. Seeing his friends go off to fight in the war as he was left behind would have only added to his frustration and motivated him more.
Showing Naruto training hard like they showed him training for Rasen Shuriken would’ve only made us cheer all the more harder when he’d make a badass entry on the battle field as Tobi came close to killing Kakashi and a three pronged Kunai swished between the two, an orange flash appeared and Naruto kicked Tobi away.
Sadly this was swapped for Pokemon evolutions where arc after arc Naruto levels up just like that. The show’s entire premise was based on hard work and guts.
Sasuke was the genius who gained his power through natural ability. Sure he trained hard but his strength came to him with ease. Naruto had to slog. He manged to make the Rasengan after nearly 15 episodes of training and even then he had to get stabbed to be able to use it. It wasn’t until another 10 episodes that he properly used it. His training for the Rasenshuriken took an entire season to yield results and even then he didn’t learn to throw it until he trained for another 3 seasons till the Pain arc.
Post pain all this is tossed aside. He sits at the waterfall twice and beats the darkness. He sits in the room once and tames Kurama. Later Kakashi and Guy are in trouble, he has an inner dialogue with Kurama and suddenly he mastered the two man team with no prior training. Rikkodu Sennin touches him once and suddenly he’s learnt how to grow eyes, stop death and fly just like that.
The series stopped being the Naruto series we grew up with post Danzo and it saddens me.
• Naruto Sensei -
And finally my last and greatest disappointment of all. Not seeing Naruto as a sensei. We’ve seen glimpses of his nurturing side in his interactions with Konohamaru but I’d have loved to have seen 40-50 episodes of him leading his own squad of genins. A perfect combination of Kakashi and Guy as he’d wow them with his brilliance and equally embarrass them in day to day interactions with his goofy tomfoolery. His genins would be in awe of him. Naruto Sensei - the hero of the war.
His students could have an arrogant son/daughter of a feudal lord who insisted he be trained by the war hero, Naruto and Kakashi had to cave in for diplomatic reasons. Naruto refuses to take anyone who doesn’t work hard to get where they are but after the bell test sees potential in the child. A child with no ninja background. His parents were farmers outside of Konoha who were very poor. His sole aim is to be a ninja so strong that he’s always assigned big missions that will help him ease his family’s financial burdens. A genin from the Inuzuka clan (or any other clan, maybe even Hanabi if the show wanted to push more Naruto-Hinata interactions) who thinks he’s better than the other 2 because of his family background but is taught humility by Naruto.
Sadly another development in Naruto’s life we were denied.
Well that’s my rant essay. I know a lot of people won’t agree with what I had to say but I wanted to get it off my best anyway. Why?
Because I wanted to dattebayo!
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The Maiden of the Sea 1/5
(Companion to ‘At the end they formed a true lovers knot’ and ‘in the bleak midwinter, but can be read alone)
Ao3 link
Three years. That’s how long she’s been gone from Westeros when Arya leads the crew of the Nymeria to dock in the Stormlands, bids their farewell, and begins to make her way up the road to Storm’s End.
She’d sold the Nymeria to an older man who wanted another in his merchant fleet. She bid him to take good care of her. The last day, Arya had stood on deck, the winter sun strong on her back and taken a deep breath, of the smell of seaweed and damp wood and ocean breezes, and said goodbye again.
Some of the crew stay with her, say they’ll see her along her way, see her to the end. Arya had picked her crew carefully and her heart swelled at the loyalty she’d gained.
Merope had been a cook in the Red Keep when King’s Landing had been burned, killing her husband and all three of her children. When Arya had met her, she’d been only looking for passage. Desperate to get anywhere without cinders and ashes. She could make a meal out of nearly anything they fished out of the seawaters, and Arya credits her with the crew’s high spirits for nearly the entire three years.
Two of her seamen, Daron and Tim have been unfailing loyal to her the whole trip. She hadn’t given them much thought when she’d brought them aboard, other than musing that they seemed close already. That changed a few moons into the voyage when she’d stumbled onto them below deck one night with their hands down each other’s breeches.
Arya still remembers the look of terror of Daron’s face as he stood there, with Tim fumbling with his laces. It angers her honestly, that they thought they had to be that frightened.
She had sighed and put a hand to her forehead in exasperation.
“I don’t much care what you do with each others cocks so long as you don’t do it when you’re supposed to be working. Hurry up, you have to relieve first watch. And you better spend your time actually watching!”
Sadly, this loyalty did not remedy the fact that the two of them were absolute complete knuckleheads. They had both looked at her with empty faces when she tried to talk about the politics she’d witnessed in King’s Landing, and she was as likely to catch them having a spitting contest on watch as carrying on .
When Arya had raised an eyebrow that they were going to accompany her, they had shrugged.
“You’ve been good to us captain,” Daron had said. He was of Dornish descent, his parents having immigrated to King’s Landing before dying of the grippe, and he had the dark hair and olive skin expected. “Better than most would have.”
“And,” Tim adds, sparing a glance to their clasped hands, “We’ve heard tales of Renly Baratheon for years. Seems like if people in the Stormlands find out about us, they might at least be aware that we exist already.”
Jas was her boatswain. He was older than her, maybe thirty with sand colored hair and light eyes. He had been on and off of boats since he was thirteen and knew them inside and out. He was quiet, incredibly. It was moons into the voyage when Arya finally managed to pry his story from him.
He’d been shy, quiet for most of his life, he admitted. Girls never paid him any nevermind, and he’d nearly become accepting of his life of loneliness, when he’d met Kem.
Kem had been the daughter of a fishmonger, with dark curls and a smile that lit up the room. Jas had told Arya that she could talk enough for the both of them. He had loved her in an instant, and to his shock, she loved him too. They had been married only a year, during which he hadn’t gone back to sea for more than a few days at a time, when Danaerys had burned King’s Landing. Jas had been onboard when it happened, and it had taken him weeks of hunting through the ruins and smoke trying to find someone, anyone, who might know. Who eventually confirmed his worst nightmares.
He would never go back to King’s Landing, he told Arya, but he didn’t much mind where he was otherwise.
He had reached out and ruffled her hair.
“Besides, I’d like to see you through to wherever you end up.”
And so, once the ship has been sold and the crew set on their ways, Arya gives them all their pay, their share of the bounty they’ve gathered in their explorations, and the groups split.
Storm’s End looms in the distance, even when they’re still quite a bit away. It rises out of the landscape, calling the eye to it. It’s been storming for several days and the ground is wet and hard to ride on, so it’s slow going.
Long enough for Arya to dwell on how they parted.
“I will come back,” Arya promises, unprompted. She’s tucked under one arm, sweat drying and chest heaving. It must be a half dozen times they’ve ended up like this since the Long Night, since she refused his proposal, and they haven’t talked about it. She wishes they would. She loves the fucking, but she misses the talking.
Gendry grabs one of her hands and kisses each knuckle.
“I don’t know when, but I will, I swear it. I’m not saying you have to wait for me, Gods knows I have no right to tell you what to do with your own life, but I won’t be gone forever.”
He doesn’t say a word, and for a rare moment she can’t read his gaze.
“How long until you set sail?”
“A few hours.”
He doesn’t say another word, just rolls over and settles between her legs. He reaches under one knee, pressing it against her chest as he enters her. He fucks her rough, fast, pressing down with nearly all his weight, but his eyes never leave hers. Arya mewls and grunts and cries out, scratching at his shoulders. If she marks him, he doesn’t seem to mind.
After, she dresses, and leaves for parts unknown.
On the remaining ride to the gate of the keep, Arya tries to find her words. The words she couldn’t find before for what she needed to find. How she needed to fill up all of the bits of herself that had been hard and empty for far too long.
And tries to keep away her other thoughts.
The thought that he took her words to heart, and decided to find himself a nice, proper lady to rule by his side. She tries to fight off the spite she feels for this unnamed, as-so-far non-existent woman.
The thought that maybe his silence was actually hiding resentment. That maybe three years later she wouldn’t even be welcomed as a friend. She would deserve it, she thinks.
Arya’s so lost in her thoughts that she barely notices when Jas nudges her and points out that they’ve reached the gate.
She even stumbles over her words when they call out. She can’t remember ever doing that before.
But the gates open, and they are led in, and the man says he will retrieve Lord Baratheon shortly.
Lord Baratheon. Arya feels her tongue roll around the words. Part of her still expects to see fat, old Robert to come through the door.
Instead, she comes face to face with the same pair of blue eyes that have haunted her dreams for the past three years.
His hair has grown longer, she’s happy for that. He looks better fed, has more color to him. He’s dressed in clothes that are plain, but clearly well made and well fitted. He looks like he fits.
And upon seeing Gendry Baratheon again, Arya feels herself grin. And despite the fears in the pit of her stomach, he reaches and clasps one of her hands with a warm smile in return.
“Lady Arya,” he says, with a sparkle in his eye that tells her he is inviting mocking, “Welcome to Storm’s End.”
And suddenly Arya feels like things might just end up alright.
Gendry calls for an early supper. It’s a simple one, roast venison with root vegetables and an apple pudding. The group still tucks in, despite Merope’s skill, most of the meals for the voyage have come from a barrel. The Round table is large enough that they have some semblance of peace, and they may rest and tell their tales.
“So you made it all the way to Essos?”
Arya brightens.
“There’s a steady current out from King’s Landing that will take you the long way. We stopped at Oldstown to give the maesters the map we made of it along the way.”
Gendry frowns for a moment,
“So you sailed all that way and saw nothing but sea?”
Arya shakes her head, and Tim and Daron take turns interjecting.
“There’s a bunch of islands in between that no one from Westeros even knew about.”
“We anchored on one with these huge spiky fruits-”
“They make great weapons by the way-”
“When you crack them open they taste like sweet cream.”
Arya cuts them both off with a look.
“One at a time.”
But the rest of their stories spill out of their lips, well past when the rest of the household have left the hall. They tell him of the swirl’n’sea where crossing could result in your ship getting caught and turned around right back the same way you came.
Arya is deeply pleased by the look in his eyes when she produces a lump of the strange purplish metal they’d been given a sample of when they had reached Essos. They had called it iridium.
One by one, Arya’s crew asks to be dismissed, and Gendry summons a servant to show them to the guest chambers.
And it’s in the middle of her story about an island they had found that had the most heart achingly beautiful view of a waterfall that Arya suddenly realizes they’re completely alone.
She realizes this mid-sentence, and feels her face suddenly flush red.
Gendry notices, and his smirk makes her equal parts warm and indignant.
“Shall I show to your room milady?” He asks her, slowly, with words that seem far too careful. How on earth can he be so calm right now? Arya feels like she might be on fire.
She stands, wiggles her eyebrows and reaches for his hand.
“Only if it’s close.”
Arya’s heart is thumping all the way. She squeezes Gendry’s hand, in hopes of keeping herself upright. This keep has far too many stairs.
But sooner than she realizes, they’re at a door. Gendry hastily unbolts it, and lets them in. Arya doesn’t even get a chance to look at what the Lord’s chambers here look like before her back is pressed into the door and Gendry’s lips are upon hers.
When he pulls back to look at her again, Arya forces herself to raise an eyebrow. Attempting to retain some dignity from the stupid grin she can feel on her face.
“Arya,” Gendry whispers, “You’re smiling. I can’t remember the last time I saw you smile.”
He moves his lips to her neck. He’s so busy sucking a love bite onto her pulse point she barely realizes he’s untying her breeches until he’s shoved them to the ground and his fingers are working against her.
He makes her come like that, standing straight against the door, his mouth kissing her throat and whispering about how badly he’d missed her.
As she comes down, she can see the bulge against his own breeches and the blatant need on his face, and she wonders how she could ever worried that he might not still want her .
She puts her hands on either side of his face and kisses him tenderly, before taking pity on him and pushing him back towards the bed.
Gendry’s already got his own breeches undone when he hits the featherbed, but Arya’s too eager so she pushes his hands out of the way and shoves his breeches down with one hand and palms his cock with the other while he rids himself of his woolen doublet. She pulls her own tunic off in such a haste she thinks she might have torn it, and notes that he’s so hard she wonders if he might actually explode before she gets him inside her.
She straddles his lap like the first time, but this time he’s sitting straight up. She presses her knees neatly about his waist and sinks down onto him, and in that moment, she feels for the first time in ages like she’s home.
Gendry rests his hands on either side of her arse and squeezes. Arya can tell by his face that he’s not going to last, so she slows. Rather than raising and lowering, she simply grinds herself against him, hips rocking under his fingers, and though she doesn’t quite make it to a second climax when he spills inside her, she still feels so warm and tender all over she can’t quite make herself mind.
They both collapse back against the linens, and Arya feels the same stupid grin sprout on her face.
Gendry rubs the tip of his nose against hers. His eyes are drifting shut, and he’s smiling a slow, lazy grin that makes her feel less self conscious about her own.
He nuzzles her face, gently wrapping his arms around her shoulders and pulling her back towards him.
“I’m glad you’re home,” he whispers to her, thumbs making a series of small circles along her collarbone.
“You’re- are you, what I mean-”
Will you ask again? Is what she wants to say, but even these years later she can’t find the words. The words that brought up the panic within her, after being laid out, vulnerable, in the home where she had not been since she was a child.
Gendry runs a line of kisses down her sternum, before resting his face there, and gazing up at her.
“Details. We can work all of that out later. “
Arya’s heart swells. It feels like it’s grown so much it fills up every bit of her down to her toes, and threatens to spill out.
She grabs a hand to pull Gendry over on top of her, and kisses him, slowly, hoping some of her emotions will make themselves clear to him. With a wandering hand, she realizes he’s hard again.
“Already?” she asks, quirking an eyebrow.
Gendry laughs.
“It’s been three years. I’m eager.”
She wiggles a bit and he enters her smoothly. She had tried not to think about it, but it does make her feel honored that he’s spent the last three years as celibate as she has.
He thrusts into her slowly, occasionally pushing his hips in a circular motion, making her squeal and groan, and rise quickly to the near peak she’d been before. His fingers sneak down and find her nub and rub it until she comes not once but twice around him.
When they’re collapsed against the bed again after, Arya feels completely boneless. It feels like an hour before she can even summon the energy to stand and find a rag by the washbasin to clean the mess from between her thighs.
“Oh!” Arya suddenly hears from behind her and it makes her jump, “I didn’t even- should I have-”
“It’s fine,” she tells Gendry, “I’ll go find the maester in the morning. And if it’s too late- well, it won’t be the worst thing ever.”
Arya feels a strange sense of calm. She feels like she should panic, but doesn’t. She never expected to take to this so easily. It’s with this peace that she lays and curls up on the bed.
The bed is less large and opulent than she had expected from one in the keep of a great house. When she tells Gendry this, he laughs.
“Wood ants got at the old one, no one had slept in it in so long. The steward was more upset than I was, he’d been in his position since my uncle ruled and he seemed to think it would make me think he was shirking his duties. I took the chance to replace it with something simple. Don’t want to be known as the upstart who got above himself.“
“That’s not who you are,” Arya insists, “And don’t let anyone tell you any different,” she rolls onto her side and nestles in his arms, “And don’t worry about me, you know I’m as happy on a pile of grain sacks as I am in a featherbed.”
She falls asleep like that, and stays quite comfortable the whole night.
Well, until she’s woken by Gendry kissing the back of her neck, his cock pressing against her arse and a whisper of “Wanna go again?”
Which, yes, they’ve got three whole years to make up for.
Arya’s woken in the morning by the sunlight coming through the windows, a crick in her shoulder, and a pleasant tenderness between her legs.
She rolls over to stretch out the crick and takes the time to take in the beauty that is Gendry, nude and unburdened. He's flat on his back, legs bent, cock rising from it's nest of curls and mouth hanging open.
It had made her sad at Winterfell, to discover that he didn’t sleep naked anymore. He had laughed at her, and told her it was too damn cold up north to do much of anything naked, and besides, he owned more than one set of clothes now.
One of the islands they Arya and her crew had visited on their journey had a waterfall that fed into a small lagoon. At twilight, the water caught the light just right and made a rainbow as the sun went down.
It was the second most beautiful thing Arya has ever seen, the winner being the man in front of her.
She decides to wake him by kissing his chin. He doesn’t quite have a beard, but the stubble on him is more than a few days worth. It’s a bit scratchy under her tongue, but she likes the feeling. By the time she’s turned her attention to his earlobes, the love bites she’d given his neck last night, and the little burn scars on his collarbone, he’s started moving underneath her, and gathers her up in his arms.
“Was a little worried I might wake up and you’d be gone,” Gendry murmurs in her ear, eyes still mostly shut with sleep.
Arya smiles ruefully, and kisses him, pinching his lower lip between her own and sucking a little.
“Never. Well, unless I have shit that needs doing. Which, I do, we both do, but it can wait.”
She pushes her hands against his chest, relishing feeling the smarting of dark hair across it.
“But it’s been three years, let me have at you a bit.”
She kisses him up and down his chest, down the smooth expanse of his stomach, sticking her tongue in his navel just to make him laugh. The sound Gendry makes when she reaches her destination and takes his hard cock in her mouth is one she will treasure the rest of her life.
Arya runs her lips along his length, sucking hard on the head, letting her tongue play with his foreskin. He’s got a hand buried in her hair, that pulls tight when she takes him as deep as she can and she reaches a steadying hand on his stomach before letting it out with a ‘pop’.
“No sudden movements ok?” she says, before sinking lower and gently sucking one of his balls into her mouth, and then other, soft brown hairs tickling her nose.
“You’re going to kill me Arya, I swear,” he tells her in a breathy, strained voice that makes her wet between the thighs.
She laughs around his cock, and the noises that drags from him are fucking incredible. She moves back to sucking on his shaft, feeling him the heat and weight of him between her lips, watching him get closer and closer to losing his mind.
She could stay here forever, she thinks. Warm and naked in the morning sun, loving on Gendry until they are both old and gray.
But alas, they are responsibilities to be had.
Jas leaves after another day, giving Arya a tight hug, telling her he’ll be finding work at the docks the next town over. Only the most foolhardy of sailors will risk the waters of Shipbreaker’s Bay in winter time, but plenty will get as close as they can.
Gendry shakes his hand before he goes.
“Thank you for being there for her,” he says, “She’s not the best at letting people do that.”
There are no guard positions open for Daron and Tim (a fact which makes Arya secretly grateful, for she’s not sure they could guard their own arses, much less a castle), but Gendry says the armory is in desperate need of a few extra men.
“Ignore noises from there,” she tells Gendry as they leave the armory behind, “It’s probably them bouncing swords off the suits of armor to try and play music.”
Arya doesn’t see Merope for a few days, and wonders if she’d left without saying goodbye until she bumps into her in the kitchen, having walked in and started working without a bye or a leave.
The former head cook had just shrugged, and told Arya she’d done a good job, so they let her stay.
The servants at Storm’s End listen to her and nod in her direction, but don’t call her anything other than “milady,” and Arya suddenly wonders if Gendry had told them about her before she’d arrived.
It’s an adjustment. Storm’s End isn’t much like Winterfell, where the buildings were all spread out and you had to walk to get between them. Nearly all of the keep here is contained in the single drum tower, and Arya hates to admit that after only a few days, she begins to feel a bit trapped.
She had loved the sea, loved the freedom to go wherever the wind took her. It was what she needed, to remember how to be Arya Stark.
And Arya Stark doesn’t want to leave the people she loves again, so she finds her space. She remembers Father years ago saying that the Godswood was where he liked to go to think, so she asks where the one here is.
It’s smaller than the one at Winterfell. Most of the trees are very young, having been replanted after Stannis had burned them. The heart tree, a weirwood cutting sent a year ago by Bran, had barely even begun to take root. But it’s quiet, and calm. The largest of the young trees is by a pool that’s closer to a pond, and it’s a fine place to sit.
Arya’s resting her head against the trunk, drifting off, when she hears footsteps.
“Can I join you?” Gendry asks, sitting beside her as she nods.
“I thought you had petitions?” she asks.
Gendry nods, “Davos offered to finish up for me since he’s leaving tomorrow. I told him he didn’t have to but he insists. I think he feels like he’s abandoning me, even though I told him I have you now and I’ve kept him from his own wife for long enough.”
Arya feels herself flush at the comparison. She doesn’t say much more before Gendry takes her face in his hands and kisses her.
As he unties the strings on her linen tunic and pulls it over her head, Gendry asks her, “I don’t know much about the old gods, doing this here isn’t blasphemy or something is it?”
“Fuck the old gods,” is Arya’s take, when Gendry flings her tunic aside, sheds his own, and begins to work on the ties of her breeches.
When she’s naked, he stops to imagine what he sees. It’s cool enough that her nipples are hard little pebbles. Most of her is quite pale, with jagged tan lines from the boat across her back and shoulders, along with the scars he’s traced with his hands and mouth.
When he finishes with her breeches, Gendry takes one of her knees in each hand, eyes intent on her cunt, soft brown curls surrounding her wet, pink folds, and fucking licks his lips.
He leans up to kiss her sweetly.
“You look like the girl from that song Tom O’Sevens used to sing, ‘The Maiden of the Tree’.”
Arya snorts, remembering. She used to think that song was talking about a girl like her ‘no featherbed for me’. Of course, it brushed over what being lost and dirty and hurt was really like. And a featherbed was quite nice if you were sharing it with the right person.
And then Gendry slides forward, and begins eating her cunt like a starving man, and she can’t think anymore.
After, sweaty and breathless, Arya squeaks out a “I guess I should thank whichever girl taught you that.”
She feels Gendry freeze and let out an “Erm…” and she raises an eyebrow.
He flops, and sits up beside her. His breeches are still on, but are untied from when he couldn’t help himself and had pulled out his cock and started stroking it even as he still had his tongue between her folds.
“Not a girl...Jon once told me that was how he won the heart of that wildling girl he loved, the one who died.”
Oh, as much as Arya really didn’t need the mental image of Jon doing that to anyone, it’s overshadowed by the sadness that they all have survived.
Gendry wraps an arm around her.
“The last time we were out in the woods like this was before we ran into the Brotherhood.”
Arya looks at him, wondering where this is going.
“After we left Harrenhal, it seemed like things might actually turn out for us all. I let myself drift off and imagine what I thought the world might let me have if it were kind. A little house, my own shop. The chance to distinguish my work, make something of myself. “
He reaches out and ruffles Arya’s hair, which has a stray stick stuck in it.
“And at some point, I realized that in all these fantasies, you were still there. It wasn’t like, well, this,” he says, gesturing at her nakedness, “That never even crossed my mind until years later when I wondered what you had grown up like...if you’d grown up at all…”
Arya snorts.
“I think that’s why I pushed back so hard when we met up with the Brotherhood. I realized what I imagined wasn’t possible at all. That even if my thoughts weren’t inappropriate, everyone would assume they were.”
Arya studies him. Gendry’s not a man of many words, and this may be the most of them she’s ever heard him string together.
“What are you trying to say?” she asks.
Gendry takes both of her hands in his.
“I know what I asked you before scared you. But that’s all I’ve ever wanted, was you with me, beside me. Just as you are.”
Arya feels a smile take over her face. She should have known better, he’d seen her at her worse. He’d never expect her to wear gowns, or hold her tongue, or remember her courtesies. It’s not like he was any good at any of that either.
“I still don’t want you to call me ‘My lady’,” she starts off, kissing one of his knuckles, “But I think I could handle other people calling me yours.”
As they kiss, quietly, Arya listens to the sounds of the quiet rain that’s begun to fall. It rains a lot here, and the sea swells, and the waves crash of the shore and the rocks, in their ageless battle against complacency. They should go inside soon, she thinks, but for now she’s content.
Maybe she’s not the maiden of the tree. Might be she’s a bit closer to the maiden of the sea.
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T’Challa Fic: Keisha’s Way (ch. 1)
Synopsis
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1996
“Damn baby, ride that shit,” the middle aged man moaned, under Keisha’s slow grind. Her hips swiveled in a circle as she tried to ride the dollars out of Dr. Curtis Nelson’s dick. The doctor had promised her a semester of school paid in full and she wasn’t going to pass up the opportunity. Hoping her flexibility and hard work got her a little extra cash to put on her books, Keisha was putting her best moves on the doctor. “Shit, girl!” Curtis pushed his hips forward, meeting Keisha’s slow bounce when she switched up her technique.
Her thighs were on fire but she needed the nut and Dr. Nelson’s cash. The doctor’s hands gripped Keisha’s ass, the round flesh slapping against his palms.
“Fuck, I’m about to cum,” Keisha cried, leaning forward to take the sting out of her legs. Shifting her weight, Keisha placed her hands on Curtis’s chest. The student’s hips bucked violently when she neared her climax.
Curtis wasn’t ready for his bed partner to unravel, yet. He flipped them over and settled between Keisha’s chocolate thighs. “Baby, I’m about to have you calling me daddy,” he teased, making the young woman cringe. All she wanted was the dick and money, mostly the money. The classes and books wouldn’t pay for themselves and being a graduate student made it hard to get scholarships and financial aid.
Keisha smiled uncomfortably when Curtis’s head disappeared between her thighs and his eyes stayed set on hers. Did he have to stare at her while he ate her out? Yes, she needed the money and to knock off her edge, but Keisha wanted this sex session to end as soon as possible. Watching his salt and pepper head bob up and down between her legs was an erotic site that made her warmth a bit wetter. It was the dangerous and forbidden fruit aspect that excited her. Dr. Nelson was her father’s good friend and colleague.
Keisha had been sleeping with him for the past two years. The man wasn’t the best in bed but his head game was something to write home about for sure. Curtis’s lips smacked as his tongue explored the depths of Keisha’s folds. “Ohhhh, right there,” she moaned, spreading her thighs and pushing Curtis’s head deeper. As her hips rolled forward, the doctor flicked his tongue against her sensitive nub, sending vibrations down her legs and making her toes curl.
His gaze stayed stuck on his sugar baby as he ate her like a Sunday dinner. Seeing his tongue make slow circles around her clit, pushed Keisha closer to her climax. She kept her hazel eyes on Curtis as he asked, “You tryna cum or what,” inserting two fingers inside her throbbing pussy, Keisha’s hips shot up, offering an endless amount of juices to quench his thirst.
“Shiiiiii- why’d you stop,” Keisha moaned, trying to continue fucking Curtis’s fingers through her orgasm. But before she could finish her statement, she was on her stomach with her ass in the air.
“You gotta finish me off before you go,” he answered, shoving his piece back inside Keisha’s already quivering tightness. “Damn, your shit is still as tight as I can remember. Throw that ass back.” The doctor roughly stroked her, his balls colliding with Keisha’s ass with a crisp slap.She moved her hips back against his, the friction of their rough sex making her kitty drip. It didn’t take much to make Curtis cum. He was shouting her name and spilling into the condom two minutes later before pulling out and falling on the bed. Keisha was disappointed that she didn’t get her nut. She stuck two fingers inside herself and came at the beat of her own drum.
“Whew, you’re going to kill me, Keke. I’ll deposit that $10, 500 into your account on Monday before you leave,” he murmured, half asleep already. Good, she didn’t have to worry about the rest and would have extra money to put on the next semester.
“Okay, I already alerted the bank about the transfer so we shouldn’t have any problems this time. Just don’t do the deposit all at once,” Keisha grabbed her sweatshirt and jeans.
“Deal. Thanks for a good time, I’ll page you,” Dr. Nelson said, giving Keisha her cue to leave. Since his wife passed away, Curtis was very generous with money, so another sugar baby was probably on the way to take Keisha’s place.
“Thanks, doc,” Keisha gathered her shoes and bags, leaving Curtis there to attempt to get it up for the next tenderoni.
Packing to move across the country was a task bigger than Keisha wanted to deal with at the moment. Her baby sister was sitting on her bed, blasting Ice Cube through her Walkman.
“Naomi, turn that shit down before you bust an ear drum,” she snapped, watching Naomi bop her head, letting the lyrics roll off her tongue.
Keisha shook her head. The girl wanted to be from Compton so badly while they were born and raised in Orange County. You couldn’t tell Naomi that and she swore dating gang bangers meant she was hood.
“Aye! Turn that down or get out,” Keisha yelled, this time pulling one of the cans from Naomi’s ears. “I’m trying to concentrate.”
“What!... oh, sorry,” Naomi replied, snatching the headphones off and throwing them to the bed. “So do I get your room when you leave?”
“No, leave my shit alone,” Keisha warned, throwing a drawer of underwear onto the bed. A pink sex toy fell out with the array of panties but luckily, Naomi missed it.
“You are such a bitch, but I’ll miss you,” the kid sister teased. “Rashad going too?” Rashad was Keisha’s ex of two years that seemed to pop up every now and then. Most of the time it was when they both needed an itch scratched.
“Rashad is already down there, sadly. Hopefully that nigga stays down by the Morehouse campus because he’s trouble.” Keisha admitted, her lady parts tingling thinking about their last run in. Dude fucked her so hard, she couldn’t sit right for two days.
“Mmmhm, you’ll be fucking him as soon as you land. Hoe ass,” Naomi scoffed, shaking her head at her sister’s antics.
“I’m not a hoe. Rashad is my first and only one I mess with occasionally. Now go find something to do other than be in my business,” Keisha lied. Sure, Rashad was her first but no one knew about her situation with Dr. I can only keep it up for five seconds Nelson. Not even her sister and they told each other everything.
“If you say so. I’ll leave you to your packing. Make sure you leave those black pumps here for me. Those are the only heels I can walk in.”
Keisha’s head popped up from her suitcase. “I knew your ass was snooping around in my closet.” Naomi dodged a shoe that Keisha had chucked her way. It hit the wall with a thud.
3 days later
Packed and ready, Keisha was ready to take on ATL. Leaving California behind wasn’t that difficult even though she hated leaving her sister behind. Naomi was her best friend and she wanted her to come with her but Naomi was too busy chasing some knucklehead boy. Their mother, Gina Lane, was an interesting character. Motherly instincts didn’t come naturally to her though she was a Pediatrician. Somehow her own children, especially Keisha, didn’t get the same love that her patients did. Keisha hated her father and that was not in her character to hate anyone. But Kevin didn’t even deserve the title of father when it came to Keisha. Naomi on the other hand was his pride and joy. This hatred put an extra strain on Keisha’s relationship with her mother.
“Keke, it’s almost 7. We need to leave,” Gina yelled from the foyer. She had patients later that morning.
“On my way, ma,” the brown skinned beauty took one last glance at her room before turning off the light. She threw the letter she wrote for Naomi on the 20 year old’s bed and jogged down the spiral staircase. “Is Kevin already at work,” Keisha questioned, knowing her father didn’t even come home the night before.
Gina’s face fell instantly, “Um, yeah. He sends his love.”
“Hmm,” Keisha hummed, grabbing her bag of mixtapes. “Okay.”
The ride to the airport was silent. Neither of them had a thing to say and Keisha wasn’t about to force it. Moving to Atlanta was probably the best decision for her and the family. That way, Gina and Kevin weren’t forced to act like they loved their eldest child. Once they reached Gate C, Gina placed a quick peck on her daughter’s cheek, mumbled an “I love you” and turned to leave. Life was cold like that, making Keisha’s heart even colder.
The flight from California to Georgia took 4 hours and the young woman couldn’t be happier when she finally landed. It took about another 2 hours to get her luggage and arrive at her off campus studio apartment. It resembled a dorm with the dark brown bookshelf, coffee table, desk and lofted bed. Keisha would make the space her own once she got settled in and a part time job. Her savings account was about to be wiped clean unless Curtis was feeling generous. So far, he had only paid for her education which was all she asked for.
Keisha wasn’t a gold digger, but she had big dreams. Her family was capable of helping her but she was left to do it herself. That meant getting it done by any means necessary.
Before she did any unpacking, Keisha headed down to the neighborhood coffee shop for a energy boost. Blasting “If Your Girl Only Knew” on her Walkman, Keisha walked the few blocks quicker than she thought would. The smell of coffee beans and fresh muffins warmed her senses as she neared the corner cafe.
“What may I get you ma’am,” the young barista asked.
“Um, I’ll take a...I’ll get a banana nut muffin and small black coffee with a little cream?”
“That will be $2.56.”
Keisha cussed under her breath, she forgot to grab her wallet out of her suitcase. “Shit.”
“I’ll cover that,” a male’s voice crooned and then a $5.00 bill invaded her space.
“Oh, you didn’t have to do that...thank you,” Keisha replied, turning to face the handsome man. She tried to keep her mouth closed when she was greeted with his good looks and intoxicating cologne.
“It’s no problem. I understand how important coffee is to a student. Trust me,” he stated.
Keisha collected her coffee and muffin and thanked the nice guy again. “Thank you...” she paused waiting to hear his name.
“T’Challa,” he grinned.
“Thanks T’Challa. I’m Keisha, by the way.”
T’Challa nodded, “Keisha. Nice to meet you. Enjoy your coffee.”
Was it possible to impregnate a woman with just a look because Keisha was sure she was expecting after meeting Mr. T’Challa.
Face claims:
Naomi Lane
Dr. Curtis Nelson
Rashad
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Teddy Wright Dialogue (Far Harbor)
Teddy Wright is the doctor in Far Harbor. He’s nursing a patient named Andre, gives the player the quest to do the Captain’s Dance, and is overall a good guy in a crappy place. He’s hard of hearing, so a lot of his dialogue starts with him repeating a line or confused.
Intro Scene
Mariner: Meaning no disrespect, doc, but if he ain't getting better... Andre promised me his gun. I got a writ for it here. All official.
[Disgusted] You want his... what? Gun? His body's not cold yet, so what's his stays his until then.
Mariner: Mr. Lee's lined me up a deal. More than enough caps to get off this cursed island. I need that gun.
A miserable rascal like you doesn't deserve to be on this island. You should be praying for your "friend" instead of reading up on his will. Now. Get the hell out of my clinic.
Greetings
[Irritated] You another vulture circling over Andre's body? He ain't dead. Wait. [Pleasantly surprised] No, it's a mainlander. Welcome to my little clinic.
If you need doctoring speak up. I wish I had time for some proper conversation, but my work's never done.
Is this a social visit, or is something ailin' you?
Well, speak up. What's ailing you?
Good to be hale and healthy, eh? Need anything else?
Healing Wounds
Let me take... Oh, that's not so bad.
Could've been a lot worse.
Nothing too bad. Still, risky... to leave untreated.
[Concerned] Oh, this is a doozy. Hold on, this may hurt. A lot.
Dear lord. This... is going to be tricky. Hold on.
And you're still walking around? Let's get you patched up right away.
Healing Radiation
[Patient says their radiation level is normal.] Someone on the island that's rad free. Must be my lucky day.
Well, let's begin the treatment, then.
You might say radiation is my specialty. Let's begin.
Everyone on the island's got a touch of it. Let's fix you up.
Curing Addiction
[Patient says they don’t have any addictions.] Clean and sober, eh? Good for you. Need something else?
{Curing someone's addiction. / InPain} Let's get you settled then.
{curing patient's chem addiction / InPain} Take a deep breath, this may be some rough going.
{curing patient's chem addiction / InPain} With a bit of Old World chemistry, we can get that squared away...
Player Can’t Pay
I can't afford to run a charity, sorry.
I'm low on supplies, I'm afraid I don't work pro bono any more.
No caps, no doctorin'. Sorry.
If you don't got caps, I can't afford to treat you.
I can't afford to work for free. Sorry.
If you scrounge together some caps, I'd be happy to help. Otherwise...
Andre
“What's the diagnosis on your patient there?” }Poor Andre's my patient over there. He spent too long a spell in the Fog. You may think you know your mainland radiation poisoning, but we got our own special brand here.
Player Offers to Help
A.) You say - what? You? Help? Well, poor Andre's got it bad. Good as dead... I suppose there's no harm letting you have a poke. [Gentle warning] But I'll be watching you.
B.) You say - what? You? Help? I'm tempted, but if something goes wrong folk around here will get in a tizzy. And they got enough mistrust of mainlanders. Sorry. People around here have had a hard go of it. And manners on this island are a bit... sparse in the best of times. Mainlanders tend to be a bit friendlier all told, so I always enjoy the extra company.
[Player heals Andre] Well, I'll be. I think you may have done it.
[Player heals Andre] I'll keep looking after Andre, but I think thanks to you, he's got a fighting chance.
[Player heals Andre] Your patient, Andre, he's walking around. If I'm not too careful there's going to be two doctors in the Harbor. *chuckle*
[Player doesn’t heal Andre] Dark days. Lost another patient - Andre. It never gets easy. Please tell me you're feeling well, at least.
Player Caught Stealing
The Harbor's got a dim view of thieves.
Not again.
Player Isn’t Responding
What? What? You say something?
Certain medical conditions can cause loss of time like this.
Sadly, I ain't got nothing better to do than wait on you.
The Captain’s Dance
You are a curious specimen. Despite our "friendly" town doing its best to chase you out, you keep helping us ingrates all the same. I got to ask: Why do you keep at it?
“You're good people in some dire straits. Figured you could use a hand.” Huh? *chuckle* You running for office? If that's the truth, we don't deserve you.
“I think I'm done helping you guys.” [Apologetic] Well, hold on now. There's reasons for people's... color.
“I help mainly for the caps.” [Respects the answer] Huh? What? Caps, eh? Make some money and help at the same time. Respectable.
“Does it really matter?” I suppose not.
Most folk here are set in their ways, yes? Makes no difference how hard you try to get in good with them. Heck, it took my family three generations before the Daltons would sell us a heel of bread. But there's a way - a downright insane way, mind - that you can turn even the most stubborn fool around.
(Player says no) [Thinks it’s the right call, but still persuasive.] Prudent. But, if you change your mind... The Harbor needs you, even if they're too stupid to realize it. Most of the folk on this rock believe they've been given the God given right to walk here. Way I figure it, if you got the moxie to survive - you earned your place.
Change your mind? There's a way to make these damned fools respect you.
(Player says yes) [Enjoys telling the story.] Legends say the toughest, meanest, and outright craziest hopefuls would... chum the waters and lure out the worst the island could throw at them. Once the would-be Captain killed the Mirelurk Queen, or Fog Crawler, or what have you - they'd invite the whole island to feast off the bounty. [Serious] You do this, well, you won't be made Captain - but you'll earn respect. Everyone's respect.
"Why are you helping me?” My job is to heal people. And not just from the physical type of injuries. The island's in trouble like it's never been. And you might - just might - be the medicine we desperately need.
"So if we throw this... dance it'll really change their minds?” [A little nervous] The Dance hasn't been done in living memory. Some people think the tradition is dead. [Confidently] But its history is soaked deep in this island. You do it, and it'll turn heads for certain.
“I'm ready to be become a legend, then.” You what? Ha! You crack me up.
“I'm not sure about this.” I'd think you were a fool if you were. But... if you want to do it.
There's an old Mirelurk feasting grounds by Emmet's Causeway. A treacherous stretch along the coast. Go there and throw any kind of meat you got into the water. All that blood and viscera will be sure to attract attention. And then wait. I'll make sure there's a witness or two. Prove to the rest of these clods you belong.
Feast (after the Dance)
Everyone. Everyone. Times are hard, but this here feast is proof that we can turn things around. Now I know mainlanders have been responsible for all manner of harm. But this one is special. This one did the Captain's Dance.
Witness: It's true, I saw it!
So in my book, he's not a mainlander any more.... He's one of us.
After Speech
[Amused] If these knuckleheads don't trust you now... Well, fuck 'em, right?
I expect folk will be more talkative now, might even have some more work for you. Maybe hit up Mitch at the Last Plank.
"Seriously, thanks, Teddy.” You are the most peculiar main... person, I've ever had the occasion to meet.
“Haven't I helped enough?” Wha-What? *chuckle* Hell, I got no idea why you've done half the things you do. If you're done lending a hand, can't say I blame you one bit.
“Have any leads on a paying gig?” What? Why yes, Mitch, he owns the Last Plank. I think his family is in a spot of trouble. And I heard some of the dregs at the end of the dock were looking for help, too.
“You need anything else, Teddy?” [Belly laugh] Ha! You just don't quit. No, no I don't need a damned thing. Ha.
Take this. And, if you're inclined, socialize. It's your party after all.
Hope you enjoy your shindig.
You actually did it. Haha.
Don't say I didn't warn you. The Dance is dangerous.
Settling Land for the Harbormen
Avery: Well, I won't stop you. But until we deal with the Children of Atom - settling the island again... It could blow up in your face.
At this rate, we may be running low on medical supplies inside a week or two.
Avery: We're expecting another boat soon. Small Bertha: Excuse me.
[Irritated] Smalls, we got no time for you.
Small Bertha: The mainlander cleared out Echo Lake Lumber Mill. But we're no good here. Harbormen need their own land. Something to protect and hold.
[Thoughtful] I was wrong about you.
Avery: What?
[Dissmissively] Not you. [To Small Bertha] You.
Bertha knows this island better than you, Avery. We give folk some Condensers, materials, and a chance to build defenses and we'll survive all right. And thrive even.
“I can lend a hand, too.” You would? Then their odds are sure to be better.
"Anyone wanting to settle this island's crazy. It'll kill you.” It's been trying all my life. Hasn't done it yet.
"For the price of a few Condensers, you give people real hope. Sounds like a good deal to me.” And even if they don't make it, they go out with their heads held high.
"Could this really work?” I don't see why not. And even if it doesn't, instead of starving on a pier they die on their own land.
Give them the Fog Condensers, Avery.
Avery: Come, Bertha.
You might want to check up on Echo Lake. Bertha's friends would no doubt welcome you. And take this. You never cease to amaze.
Examining Avery’s Skull
[Asked to examine a skull] Not something I hear every day.
There are some tests I could run. Seems important to you. Hand it over.
This? This can't be? It's impossible, right? [Realizing] No, no. Avery's been dead for years now. Acadia's done rigged the game, haven't they? [Scared] This proof you got there. What do you plan on doing with it?
"If you were in my shoes what would you do? Have a good long drink is what I'd do first. On one hand, people need justice, and criminals need to pay. But folk can go from god-fearing to lynchin' awful quick. The real question, though, is what you're planning on?
"I want to resolve this with the least amount of collateral damage.” Collateral what? Ah yes. You got good instincts there.
“I want DiMA to pay for what he's done.” Make him what? Pay. No argument here. It's... diabolical.
Listen, I ain't telling no one nothing. If a single word got out... Well, it'd be whole mess of bad. If you have a powerful need to bear your soul... talk with Avery herself. I know she ain't human, per se, but I know her. She's a pain in my side but a decent sort. Whatever you do, don't tell Allen Lee. Otherwise there'll be a whole lot of blood.
Misc Comments
I fear something terrible happened to those synths by Acadia.
It's hard to lose an appetite for hate. Might be best the Children of Atom are gone.
A lot of blood spilt both ways between us and the Children of Atom. Not an easy thing to forget.
DiMA's a poison. Give it time to take hold, and this island will tear itself apart with accusations.
I suppose if we exiled Avery, she'd just be someone else's problem...
You just couldn't keep Avery's secret? Dark days ahead.
Might be the best damned thing you've done on this island is making some folk realize just how small Allen Lee is.
People are coming around to you. Tradition is a powerful thing.
Acadia did us wrong. But... So much blood.
Heh? What? You have to speak up.
You did good by Smalls and the dock rats.
If something ails you, let me know.
Not enough hours in the day to keep everyone patched up.
We'll muddle on. Harbormen always do.
The Harbor ain't for the weak of heart.
Heard anything from Small Bertha? The dock rats went to the Lumber Mill and haven't been heard from since.
I haven't heard anything from Small Bertha. I worry for that girl.
Taking that Lumber Mill's the best news the island's had for months.
Nothing good's going to come from those condensers that got sabotaged.
[Teasingly] If you need to convalesce after your epic fight against the Red Death... *chuckle*
One way or the other, a doctor's gonna be necessary.
If it must be done, might as well see it done right.
That skull I looked at for you... It's better if it stays buried. Forever.
Well, you know where I am.
I have a feeling we'll see each other again.
Be careful. I'm tired of stitching folk up.
#Teddy Wright#Fallout 4#Teddy Wright Far harbor#far harbor#far harbour dlc#fallout dialogue#fallout 4 dialogue
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SOA: Sins of Our Father Part 1: The Meeting
Jackson Nicholas Teller stood at the gate of the cemetary. He knew at the end of this day, he would be headed to join his family and friends here. Jax had people he had to visit and things he had to say before he took his final ride. He had visited his best friend, Opie’s, grave. He knew the sacrifices that he had his family had made for SAMCRO. He knew that Opie had sacrificed his own life to save Jax. Looking at his life now, Jax felt that he had wasted the chance that Opie had given him. He stood at Opie’s grave and left the thing that meant more to Opie than his own life. He left his SONS rings. He said, “Brother, I wasted the chance you gave me to be a good father and a good man. You gave up everything for me, even your own life. I will never forget our friendship. We were more than friends. We were more than members of SOA. We were brothers. Brother, I would give anything to trade places with you that day. I should have died. I am a bad man and a criminal. Standing here looking at your grave, I realize I was a shitty friend and brother. Please forgive me.” Next, Jax stopped at Tara’s grave, fell to the ground and wept. Once he was able to contain himself, he said, “Tara, you were always the love of my life. You were the woman in my head and in my heart always. You were an amazing woman and a caring mother to our boys. I did not deserve you at 16, I did not deserve you when you returned and you did not deserve the death you received at the hands of Gemma. I so regret that I could not protect you. I so regret that I could not be a good husband, a good father, and a good man. You deserved that. I promised you that I would protect our boys from the criminal life of SAMCRO. This is the only way that I can make sure that Abel and Thomas do not follow in my footsteps. I love you forever. I leave you the symbol of our love. I want it to be with you always. I wanted to be with you… You were taken from me. I will never forgive myself for failing you as a husband and a father. I will never forgive myself for not protecting you. I am so sorry.” Jax visited his father’s grave last.
Jax stood at the foot of his father’s grave and just stood there for a long while. He lit a cigarette and slowly walked up to the headstone. He was ashamed of the path his life had taken. Jax stopped here to have a conversation with the only man whom he could identify. “Dad,” he said, “I read what you wrote. I tried to follow your wishes, Dad. I really wish I could. I think I have a plan to get the club out of the gun business and into more legitimate businesses. You were right. I could not stop myself from becoming the one thing that I tried so hard to get away from. I really tried. I became a bad man. Once Tara died, I could not see anything beyond revenge and rage. I avenged you by killing Clay and I avenged Tara by killing Mom. I am telling you this because I am rescuing my boys from this life. They will never know a life being the crowned prince of SAMCRO. I won’t allow it. My boys will have an opportunity to have a life that is not filled with violence, rage, crime, and loss. I am the last person that they will lose. Wendy has custody of the boys once I am gone. Mom had a boyfriend named Nero. He used to be a criminal before he made a life for himself outside of the streets. Mom nearly poisoned him like she poisoned all of the other men in her life. Thomas was the lucky one. He was a child when he died. Well, I told Nero that I wanted my boys to know that I was a bad man and that they never wanted to me like me. Never. I have made sure of that. I love you, Dad. I wish I could have become he man you wanted me to be. You were right. A good man and a good father can’t saddle inside of the same man as a good outlaw. My sons will never know this life of chaos.”
Another man was at a tombstone not too far away. Jax did not recognize him. Honestly, Jax was so emotional that he really did not give a fuck who he was. He looked like he was having a conversation much like the one he was having with his dad. The gentleman looked over at him and said, “The hardest conversations to have with my mom is knowing that this will be my last conversation.” Jax said, “I don’t give a shit what you are talking to your mom about. This is the last conversation I am having with my dad. I am a wanted man because I am a bad man. I deserve what is about to happen with me.” The man said, “I am Danny Weir. I have been a police officer all of my life. Now, I have stage four brain cancer. I have days. I have made my peace with God about what is happening to me. However, I have not made peace with the fact that my son who is only 10 has the same cancer I do. There is a treatment that can cure his cancer but it costs $100,000. I have been a good and decent cop and have never been on the take. Now, my son is going to die because I did not do whatever it took to get the money he needs for his treatment. You are complaining about being a bad man. I am complaining about being a good one.” Jax looked at this broken man. He had the same sandy blond hair that Jax did. Danny had the same blue eyes that he did. Danny and Jax were the same height. That is when it dawned on Jax. He was going to die anyway. He could try to help this man so that he could go out feeling like a good man. He told Danny where there was a large amount of cash that had been stashed at the docks. It should be enough to pay for his kid’s cancer treatment. Jax started to walk away. Danny grabbed him by the arm and asked if he was dying. Jax said, “Not by any disease man… I am going out like my dad did. He ran into a semi on his bike. That is it. That old blue Knucklehead over there. I figure my boys don’t ever need to be exposed to me. I am a worse cancer than what is eating up your body.” Danny said, “What if you did not have to die to leave your children’s lives? I could take the cash to my ex-wife and tell her and my kids my goodbyes because I was having to do some illegal shit to get the money. I wanted her to be immune to it. I was going to be dead soon. I could take that final ride for you. I work for the Department of Homeland Security. I can change your fingerprints to mine. I would be you and you would be me. You can die today and I can make sure my son lives today and that no one has to die unnecessarily.” Jax wallowed the thought around for a minute. Jax Teller looked at him and asked, “Would Jax Teller die today?” Danny said, “Yes, and Danny Weir would be miraculously cured of his stage four brain cancer. My ex-wife moved here for Daniel’s treatments and filed for divorce several months ago. She will not be around for the ruse. Danny Weir would move back to Tulsa, Oklahoma and be a DHS investigator. The ultimate good guy knows the moves of the bad guys before they make them. You would probably be better at this job than I am. My cousin David’s widow, Kari, will help you get set up. She is the only person I have in the area that knows the real Danny Weir. I will contact her and tell her to make sure you are successful in the job. I need you to take me to the money now if this is a go.” Jax did not trust this man. Fuck’s sake, he was a good fucking cop. However, he knows what it feels like to do anything for your kids. He was fixing to kill himself for his boys. Jax and Danny shook hands and Jax took Danny to the money.
Danny got into his car. He thought to himself, “What the fuck am I doing? I am working with a hardened criminal. I am working with the same type of man that I have spent my whole life chasing to put away.” He now understood how people could make a deal with the devil. He now understood why Lucifer fell from Heaven and why Adam and Eve took the bite of the forbidden fruit. He did what he had to do to save the life of his child. His son had the same type of cancer he did. If the doctors didn’t go after the cancer aggressively, his son would be in the same damn place he was in in just a few years. He did not want his son to feel the same unbearable pain that he felt. His body hurt all over. He sometimes lost control of his muscles and reflexes and shook like he was having a seizure. He would lose control of his bodily functions. He did not feel like much of a man or much of a husband when he could not stop shaking and shit his pants. He had to do this to redeem himself in his family’s eyes. He knew that his ex-wife, Diane, thought of him as a fucking failure. He had not been able to perform sexual acts with her in the months before she left. Her tone and touch with him had grown hard and cold that she could not even talk civilly to him in front of his son. He was going to make things right with his ex-wife and his kids. His final act would be to die so that his son could live. He would also give this desperate man who was also willing to die to protect his children from becoming like him a chance to have a life free from the criminality that he was born into. He would give this man, Jackson Teller, a chance to live the life of a good man. His life was always along the straight and narrow. Danny had always wondered what the rush of adrenaline felt like when performing criminal acts. He would now know what it is like to be on the other end of a high speed chase. He would get the rush of collecting dirty money. He would get to do good with the proceeds of very bad actions. He would get to die a hero for his son, a desperate man, and his sons, too.
Jax took Danny to the storage locker that Charles Barosky used to keep his skim money from his operations. Jax pried the lock off of the locker. Danny asked, “Won’t the dirty cop notice the lock has been pried off of his locker?” Jax answered, “Nope, I don’t think so. I killed that motherfucker earlier today.” Danny hesitantly said, “Okay?” He all of a sudden realized that he was really dealing with a man who had done very bad things. Danny had always known his path. His grandfather was a local sheriff and a Baptist preacher. His father was a police officer, a Vietnam Veteran with a Purple Heart, and died in the line of duty. He knew he was going to be a police officer from the time he was five years old. He remembered the sense of pride he received when he rode in his dad’s police car and wore his hat. Most importantly he remembered the sense of respect he and his father received when he was seen out in the community. He then wondered about Jax. He wondered what it was like growing up the son of a motorcycle criminal. He wondered if he felt pride riding around on his dad’s bike. He wondered if he knew that he was going to be an outlaw biker, just like his dad. He then came to the stark realization that Jax was killing himself so that his kids would only know him as a bad man and they would never follow in his footsteps. Danny and Jax were not that much different after all. They were both cookie cutter images of their fathers. A sense of extreme sadness filled Danny’s heart for Jax. Danny was glad that his final act would be an act of redemption, self-sacrifice, and second chances. He and Jax agreed on a spot to meet. Danny thought it was a very weird spot but he said okay. Jax wondered if Danny would show up at all. Jax thought, “Oh well, whether Danny shows up or not, Jax Teller will be dead tonight.” Jax had not taken time to think about things. He told himself he would do that while he waited for Danny to arrive.
Jax just stood there for what seemed like hours but, in reality, was probably only a few minutes. The writing on the rock cliff just looked at him like daggers held to his throat. The rocks just said, “J.T. 11-13-93 with the Anarchy symbol.” He stood there looking at the rocks. He didn’t know if Danny would show up or not. The reality is that he didn’t care. Jax believed that giving Danny the money was the right thing to do. If the story Danny told him was bullshit, then it was bullshit. The money would do more good in the hands of a living man than in an evidence box in some cop shop where it could be taken or lost. He was good with his decision. He said, “Dad, you and I are too much alike. We are both bad men trying to be good men. We both failed. This angel of mercy or a temptation of the devil showed up earlier. He looked a lot like me. He offered me the chance to save and change my life. I don’t know if either are possible. I agreed to his offer. I am standing here talking to you at the agreed upon meeting place. If he shows up, then I will try to become him. He will take my place in dying and I will take his place as a fucking cop. Can you imagine it, Dad? Me a god damned mother fucking cop? This is some crazy shit. I want to be a good man. I think deep down I fooled myself and believed that I was a good man doing bad things for a good end. I hope I have done that. Now it is time for Jax Teller to end. He begins to put on his helmet and sees a very nondescriptive sedan pull up behind him. It was Danny. The man actually showed up to die in his place. Jax was dumbfounded. He did not know whether to hug this man or punch him in his dumb ass face. Jax looked at him and asked, “Why are you willing to do this for me?” Danny looked at him and said, “I’ll be dead before the end of the week anyway. I might as well make it mean something.” Danny started coughing and blood ran from his mouth. Danny yelled at Jax, “I am here, Damn it! We have to trade clothes and vehicles right now. I heard a police officer was headed this way on the radio in my car. We have to do this now. RIGHT FUCKING NOW!” Jax was so stunned that he immediately took off his kutt and his helmet. He handed them to Danny. Danny handed him a letter. It was addressed to Kari, his cousin’s widow. He told Jax there was $5,000 in the glove box and handed him the keys to the car. Jax grabbed Danny and hugged him. He told Danny that he could never imagine someone doing something so selfless for someone like him. Danny got on the motorcycle and got it started. Jax got in the car and started driving away. He looked at the address on the letter to Kari. The address was in Tulsa, Oklahoma. Jax put the address in the GPS system in the car and listened to the police radio. It was only a few minutes into his trip he heard that the suspect, Jackson Teller, had been spotted on his motorcycle by a highway patrol officer. Jax had fired shots at the officer and sped away on the motorcycle. He heard the entire chase over the radio. He heard that Jax had ran his motorcycle into a semi and that the body was so mangled that it was unrecognizable. He heard the police declare over the radio that the suspect, Jackson Nicholas Teller, was dead at the scene. Jax Teller was dead and Danny Weir was headed toward Tulsa in a plain Jane sedan. Danny Weir was a straight arrow cop who worked for the Department of Homeland Security. He did not know what the fuck he was going to do. He drove until he reached his destination in Tulsa, Oklahoma.
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SPN 6x16: “...And Then There Were None”
THEN: Rufus Turner, a friend of Bobby’s. Samuel’s been capturing and torturing monsters. He also sold Sam and Dean out. Dean threatens to kill him. Gwen Campbell. “Mother of All.”
Eve, scaring some poor sap.
And then kissing him! Wonderful.
“A mother would never abandon her children like he did. You'll see.” She’s not even trying to be subtle about this.
Oh no.
RIP Rick’s wife. Killed by Rick.
A buttload of monsters.
Interrogating Rick.
Poor dude killed his whole family without ever meaning to.
Dean, please. Stop checking out the Mother of All.
Bobby looks good suited up.
Rufus!
“It’s not rocket surgery.” I’ve always loved that line.
“Long as I get to drive.”
“Hell no.”
I love Rufus.
And I love that we got to see them working together!
Eww, that goo is so gross.
Even Sam and Dean love Rufus.
What a wonderful group! If only we could’ve seen more of these 4 together...
Gwen.
“Welcome to next time.”
“Sam, take Dean for a walk.” Aww Bobby.
“I'm not saying don't. I'm saying not yet.” Interesting.
“So you’re the guy pretending to be their father.”
“Well, somebody ought to.”
BACK OFF SAMUEL.
YOU FUCKING TELL HIM, BOBBY.
Samuel, you goddamn dick. He immediately picks up on Sam not remembering anything; you know well he’s gonna use it against Sam.
“You don't know half the things that I know, kid.” BRO. YOU’RE REALLY GOING TO ADDRESS BOBBY AS ‘KID’?
Goddamn it, Gwen.
“Did Samuel really try to—”
“Kill me? Yes. He didn't even blink. That's the guy you're rolling with.”
“He didn't tell me anything about that. I didn't know.”
What would have Gwen done? Would she have left Samuel?
“Honestly, there's something I need to tell you.”
“What?” Gwen’s last word.
RIP Gwen Campbell. Killed by Dean. Deserved better.
Hell, at least Rufus tried.
“I’m sorry...if you care.”
“Screw you. I care.”
Ha.
Rufus seems more affected by Gwen’s death than Samuel, tbh.
Sam still has Christian in his contacts.
Rufus finds Dean.
“I'm not in the mood. I just had a 12-inch...Herpe crawl out of my ear.”
Even Dean seems more affected by Gwen’s death than Samuel.
Bobby’s plan: everyone turns in their guns.
Go on, Samuel.
How are Bobby and Rufus the only ones to try and make calls?
Dean is pissed.
“Relax. Bathroom break. So unless you want to hold it for me...” What a dick.
Omaha. I still don’t know what happened.
What exactly were they planning to do here?
“You fed us to Crowley.”
“True, but what am I gonna do about it now? Do I blame you for wanting to kill me? Of course not, Dean. What I did was...but I'm not apologizing.”
ALL YOU HAD TO DO WAS APOLOGIZE. THAT’S AT LEAST STEP 1.
OH SHIT, KHAN WORM.
Jesus, Samuel had time to set up traps.
Well crap.
“What you gonna do, son? You're not gonna shoot me. You got your soul back. You gonna shoot your own family?” DON’T PULL THOSE CARDS.
“You still want to know about your summer vacation? I'll tell you all about it. You're dying to know, huh?” You are such a prick.
“It’s all right Sam.” Samuel’s last words.
RIP Samuel Campbell. Killed by Sam. Death #2.
...and no worm is crawling out.
Bobby being happy to see Sam...then asking him to lower his weapon.
It’s no difference to Dean whether Samuel was possessed or not.
At least Sam now has the conscience to feel bad about this.
What would Mary say?
“You know what I think Mom would say? She'd say just 'cause you're blood doesn't make you family. You got to earn that.” I think Dean’s right: She'd lament Samuel’s death, but lament his betrayal to her own sons more.
That cable looks so damn dangerous.
Is it really worth bringing up Omaha again??
“Bobby, I said we've had this conversation already. And you could blabber all day... and it wouldn't change a thing, Bobby. I will never forgive you for what happened. You got that? Never. So change the subject, Bob.”
:(
OOHHH SHIT.
GET IN THERE.
Shit.
Oof. There went the Khan Worm.
“This can't be my afterlife 'cause the three of you are here.” pfft.
Now where is the pesky little bugger?
Just noticing how Bobby’s hiding his harms.
Ooowww, this is hurting me.
“I got a damn pacemaker.” pfft.
“Since when do you got a pacemaker?”
“Since Bush Jr., term one. I'm down three toes, too, F.Y.I.”
hahaha I really do love Rufus.
“Just a second, whatever you are.”
“I’m Bobby.”
“Bobby, my ass.” Rufus’ last words.
:( NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
“Why do you keep talking about herpes?”
“What? I don't. Shut up. Shut up.”
Yeah ya do, hon.
Ewww, monster voice.
Eve’s message. Real original:
“You're all gonna die. She's pissed. She's here. And it's gonna be nothing but pain for you from here on in.”
Time to get the worm out.
Sam can’t even watch. :(
STEP ON IT....or not, as it’s already dead. Gotcha.
I resent this fake out.
RIP Rufus Turner. Killed by Bobby. I’ll miss you so much.
Bobby tells the story of how they met.
“You know, I-I was just a job. I was Joe mechanic. Then my wife got possessed... went nuts on me. I stabbed her, and that didn't stop her. Next thing I knew, this guy comes busting in, soaks her with holy water, and sends that demon straight to Hell so fast. I'd have gone away for killing her. But... Rufus cleaned up everything. Taught me a thing or two about... what's really out there. Pretty soon, we were riding together. Worked like that for years, kind of like you two knuckleheads.”
“It was Omaha. It was my fault, and he never let it go.”
“Well he should have.”
“I mean at the end of the day, you two are family. Life's short, and ours are shorter than most. We're gonna spend it wringing our hands?”
Dean’s got a point.
Clean slates for everybody, courtesy of Dean.
:(
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MC is Saeran’s and Saeyoung’s Roomate [PART 1]
I know this took so long and I am soooo sorry @angel0sh but here it finally is! Inspiration hit me and I was so excited to write Choi Twins being roommates with MC. This is set quite some time in the future where the Choi twins have become reacquainted and do as proper brothers do; fight. Also, Saeran is better now. Much better, so it's all okay.
Saeran is much better at chores and actually does his fucking share compared to a certain other brother, who refuses to so much as pick his goddamn socks up from the floor!!!
you start giving Saeran cookies whenever he does his duties – for one, because he deserves love and care and two, he also deserves praise – which somehow manages to motivate Saeyoung to do shit for once too
probably because Saeran always flaunts the cookie around and eats it rather soundly in front of his brother, just to rub it in some more
the three of you constantly fight for the remote. One time Saeyoung actually had to get stitches because Saeran decided his brother switching channels while he was watching the discovery channel was worth showing just what he'd learned from watching the hyenas, proceeding to bite his brother until it started to bleed
obviously Saeyoung, being the idiot he is, did not learn from said experience and a mere week later you had to taser both of them until they were on their asses, because they'd almost strangled one another while wrestling for the remote
bed times are a huge problem in this household. Neither of the twins wants to sleep when a normal human being should, which results in them making a ruckus and waking you every other night
you decide it's time for payback and proceed to pour a bucket of ice cold water over them if you catch them napping during the day, which does the trick eventually
whenever you have a date Saeyoung helps you with your hair and clothes and Saeran does your make-up. It only gets weird when Saeyoung offers you to borrow one of his dresses...
on the bright side, Saeran does a mean cat eye and you feel very sexy
getting either of them to eat is even worse than getting them into bed, honestly. Saeyoung refuses anything that isn't eatable in one bite – aka those goddamn Chips you can hear cracking in your sleep – or liquid
Saeran on the other hand only likes to eat sweet stuff and whenever you scold him because he isn't eating his veggies he looks at you like a kicked puppy and you give in like a card house in the wind
but it's all okay, because you're still the queen of that household. You're the untouched ruler. The master of your two little slaves!
in short, the two are scared of you
whenever they do some bullshit you need them to stop you don't yell though. You have better methods of revenge like blackmail or subtle threatening
and whenever they have to apologize it's free pedicure time! At which both of them got rather good over the many times they had to do it so far
frankly with the amount of stress these two knuckleheads put you through you're sure to turn gray at around 30
but there are also many good, peaceful moments
like when you all cuddle up on the couch and watch romance movies and eat ice cream while you're on your period
or your game nights where the three of you play highly ironic things like Keep Talking and Nobody Explodes - at which you are surprisingly better than Saeran – or Cluedo where the twins battle their minds for hours at the time
you love it when Saeran comes to you with his little pot in his hands, excitedly telling you about these two flowers he synthesized into this even more beautiful one and how much nicer it smells
or when Saeyoung tells you about the toys he's currently working on, eyes glistening with joy because he is finally working on something he genuinely enjoys
but what you enjoy the most, really, is when you get up in the morning and the whole house is still silent
you go wake Saeyoung first, because he takes longer to actually roll out of bed, and press a kiss to his forehead to which he just smiles contently and tells you he'll be up in a minute
then you go wake Saeran and the angel still makes himself small and sleeps in a fetus position, but he doesn't wake anymore when you enter the room and he doesn't flinch when you wake him
watching them sit at the table, silently eating their breakfast as they are both still half asleep makes it all worth the while
you know why?
Because the Choi twins are finally at peace after the world trying to tear them down their entire life
they bicker and fight, they drive you insane and they still act like grown children, but their laughter is genuine, they sleep peacefully, they do what they love and they are finally safe Together
#mystic messenger#mysme#saeyoung choi#saeran choi#707#seven#saeyoung#saeran#unknown#request#headcanon
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~This Is Me~
Part 6
A while has passed. The girls have been having regular hangouts, and they've become good friends. None of the two band girls have mentioned anything to Melody about joining up with them. She did however get invited to hang out with them when they practice sometimes. Anyway, Melody had gone out to a park in Willow Creek with her new pet - a pit bull named Gage who she and Matt had adopted a day before this.When she was about to get inside the park area, she bumped into none other than Riley herself. Tammie was there too, but she didn't pay much attention at first.
"Mel? Well hello - oh who do we have here?" Riley's eyes began to sparkle as she saw Gage stare at her.
"Oh, hey Riley...Tammie...meet Gage, Matt and I adopted him yesterday." Melody smiled.
"Aw, you got a dog? And you didn't tell us?" Riley smirked.
"Well...at first we weren't sure if we would even get one and then the choice was hard, all those cute faces really deserve good loving homes, but this knucklehead won us over. He's a year old but he's so sweet." She smiled at the dog who just stared at her with a happy face.
"I can tell that - hey Tam, come over here!" Riley called out.
"I...Ooooh-" Tammie turned around but the clouds mesmerized her. She plopped on the dirt instead and started counting and shaping them.
"Well, so much for that." Riley laughed from a distance.
"I'll go sit on a bench, you two can join me when she's done...counting..." Melody chuckled.
"Right...I'll go get her." Riley chuckled too and walked away towards Tammie.
(disclaimer: I fucked the pose up a bit but it's not that bad so I didn't redo it)
"Ah, isn't this nice..." Melody smiled at the view in front of them. The water sparkled as ducklings swam around in it.
"It is...good that we ran into each other too...I have an idea." Tammie grinned, pulling her leg up again.
"Not-the-leg-again-woman-" Riley facepalmed.
"No, listen, I heard about this new campsite in Windenburg...on the island...they say it is awesome. What say us three girls go there for the weekend?" She suggested, giving out a weird grin.
"The weekend? I'm gonna have to check with Matt, I don't wanna ruin anything he's planned...if he has I mean." Mel smiled. "If not, then he can go do whatever and I'm coming with you." She spoke.
"GREAT-" Tammie overdid it with her joyfulness.
"Calm the heck down." Riley dragged her butt back on the bench. "Thank you. Crazy woman." She laughed.
"Right...so who's grabbing the food?" Tammie asked. "I don't wanna starve." She half-joked.
"We'll do that Tam, no worries." Riley smiled. "I'll grab the guitar too, that way we can sing campfire songs." She added.
"Yay, some good tunes, outdoors, let's just hope that there's no storm happening soon." Tammie spoke.
"Well, it is autumn...that might happen, but hey in that case...spooky tent stories-Wooo-" Riley laughed.
"You two are so weird." Mel chuckled. "And I don't know why, but I love that." She added.
"Ya hear that? She's a fan of the weird!" Tammie nudged Riley.
"Ow-my-rib-" She whined. "Yeah, yeah. Let's go now before a storm happens right here." She suggested and got up.
"You girls can go, I have to give Gage a walk a bit longer, poor thing has been cooped up for a while. I'll take the last boat to Brindleton Bay." Mel spoke.
"Alright, goodbye then girly! Text us later about the camping." Tammie shouted as they were already at a distance.
"Sure! Bye!" Mel waved and the two were out of sight. "Alright...Gage, let's...Gage? Now where has that oddball gone to-"
And so Melody was left on her own to search for her dog who turned out to be sniffing out the inside of a children's playground tree trunk.
~End of Part 6~
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