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badass-at-fandoming · 3 years

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Just Little Malkavian Things ~

Malkavians these days can do nothing but de-conceptualize, Dement, eat hot chip, and lie.

Since people seemed to enjoy the #JustLittleVentrueThings VTMB adventure, here's a matching Malkavian one. Though I'm gonna be real with ya here, I had less fun D:

I finally figured out why I have such trouble wrapping my head around depictions of Malkavians in VTM media. Books, Storytellers, and fans say it's like having a mental illness and being linked to a massive group chat. But, listen, I've lived around and with mental illness all my life. I've been in massive group chats. Being Malkavian ain't like that.

It IS like being an early-twenties English major in the midst of an existential crisis, over-worked and cross-faded outta your skull and watching horror movies to Cope(TM)

So it's like drugs. It's like you had too much weed and too much wine and are let loose on Los Angeles. Which. My friends and I have and we, coincidentally, also "fought" a stop sign. The Malkavian PC never really seemed like a character to me: she's like a collection of cliches and dude-bros doing blunts while watching slasher movies. I named her Liotta after the Psychic Shop owner, and I'm sad Liotta didn't really get to be a person.

I wasn't surprised by any of the dialog. It's a pattern. Alliteration, allusion, animal joke. Alliteration, allusion, animal joke. It lost its charm.

Often, I didn't know what the FUCK I was saying. Which is the Malkavian Experience(TM), according to Rosa.

Anyway

Nonsense time

Most characters have an extra paragraph of dialog to Acknowledge That You Are A Malkavian. Some get an extra conversation branch. For example, there's lots of new Bertie dialog and he was all impressed Liotta knows about Gehenna and Thin-bloods <3. The Anarchs characters, especially Skelter, get a lot more. Skelter, Ash, and Liotta totally vibe.

If you sneak around the Santa Monica drug house, they talk about Mercurio?? Hello?? Mercurio, you bent Masquerade by not getting beat up real good.

Zero pretense about Voerman. Yes, I have DID; yes, I am making it your problem.

When Liotta talked to Beckett, he said the DID was "something to look forward to." Goddamnit, Beckett. That's not how the Bane or mental illness works! >:-(

I've never sneaked before!!! Did you know that the Tong AND the American gang downtown have fakes in their suitcases??? Like, Full On, "it's just stuffed with newspapers, brah." They were going to kill each other over newspapers. For some reason the Tong brought the REAL suitcase along too, but I'm so past having VTM make any sort of sense. It's fine.

Accidentally pissed off Nines. I meant farmer (affectionate) and Nines thought I meant farmer (derogatory). :(

The Dementation powers are (a) pretty purple loop-de-loops, (b) not as effective as Dominate (reaaaallyyy missed a good AOE attack), and (c) oddly enough, gave more compassionate dialog choices. I mean. In the pen-and-paper version, Dementation isn't conflict-focused, so the devs had to jigger it to use as attacks. But I was touched when Liotta made Hannah believe she was Paul, so Hannah got to say goodbye. Making Samantha believe Liotta was a pet turtle was funny and spared her the pain of her friend vanishing a second time. Heather thinks her entire experience was a dream and returns to her life, more or less unscathed.

Boris?? Asked Liotta to kill Venus for him???? DUDE, WHAT. I didn't know he could counter-offer!! What happens if you take up his offer? Who controls Confession? Does it close down??

Pro Tip: don't trust the pale woman in a cowboy stripper outfit who comes out of your vent and tells you everything's fine.

I went through an ENTIRE Ventrue playthrough without puking and Liotta ate one (1) unhoused person and blew chunks. I didn't realize Diseased Blood was a threat. What happens if you skip the Plague-bearer quest? Should you just never chomp on the Downtown unhoused community?

Strauss called Liotta "young one" and I was like, sir. You're not Beckett, you can't trick me.

A rat dances in the Downtown sewers and tells Liotta that the grass is greener in someone else's asshole.

And also will take you places.

Do you know what it's like for a Capri Sun to suddenly start speaking and offer taxi services.

LaCroix: how did Bach find me??? also LaCroix: [names his company after himself] [lives in Ventrue Tower]

Liotta told Beckett that Kindred are a joke and I got extra EXP for being so sneaky.

DMP produced snuff films even before Andrei???!!!! I thought all the blood was from the lil geo-dudes.

Liotta agreed with Andrei that Caine is here and boot-scooting around in his lil Angst Mobile. :D

As bad as Liotta was in group fights, she repeatedly made bosses cower and stand quietly while she beat them to death. Andrei had a full on lay-on-the-floor temper tantrum in his war form and Liotta just. Smacked him until he exploded. She didn't even take damage!

Imalia's computer password is ALSO "cleopatra." Just like Tawni's! Dual reference to the Embrace type

IDK why I never asked this before, but, um, who does Mitnick share the bunk bed with? Barabus..?

I went back to the Empire Hotel Penthouse suite to fetch the educational book and the Russian mob dudes were still there?? Hello, sirs, your leader is dead. You can leave now.

Liotta heard the real thoughts of the Red Dragon hostess...and also some debate about the Dark Father's presence in LA, heehee.

I thought it was fun that one of the "take me away, Cabbie!" taxi replies mentioned riding in a car like father and child. :D

"Why is the Mandarin giggling at me" is a sentence that came out of my face.

With the different dialog options, sometimes it's impossible to be polite to NPCs. For example: Liotta could only call VV "dolly/doll/toy doll" instead of her preferred names; the Chinatown gun seller felt frightened, thinking we were Police or Immigration.

Some great fourth wall breaks in the dialog: "I don't want to get involved either, but tell that to whoever is playing me!" to Beckett after the Giovanni Mansion.

"You can't spell success without whatever the hell my name is."

"If I cannot win with effort, I will cheat my way to victory. I am gone." Funnily enough, this was my first run where I didn't hack in to boost stats.

"I just want it to end. I feel like I've been playing forever."

Some nice wider lore references: "I devour knowledge like the great worm devours the corpse of society" could refer to how Salout, in tapeworm form, is devouring Tremere's body and destabilizing the Clan and/or Kindred night society.

"They should have a channel devoted to you in my head" to Beckett. In his Diary, Beckett witnesses Malkavians devouring Malkav and may or may not join the Cobweb (PS check out this great fanfic where he does).

This made me stare into space for a minute and question my life choices. During the Sabbat massacre, Liotta didn't snack on any of the blood doll ghouls (ya know, the ones with the eyes gouged out). She had such high Inspection + Finance that she had $4k in her wallet and could buy blood. I wanted to test a rumor that if you don't feed on the blood dolls, you get extra EXP. You do. BUT anywAY, right before the Tremere miniboss, Liotta was sword-fighting some goons and the blood doll...attacked him for her? Like. He moved on his own. When the goon was dead, the blood doll asked if Liotta was all right. This might have been a glitch but...the horrific implications that those men are still conscious, still willful, still feeling. ACK. I hope they got out the next morning.

RIP Ming Xiao. Flamethrower right to the tiddies.

I stole @ryttu3k's idea and noclipped through the werewolf section. Liotta still killed the Garou, but I didn't want the stress.

Caine is very Caine. "Don't you get it? We've already been judged!"

Liotta went Anarch because what little backstory I came up for her was she considered Smiling Jack her sire. Nines complimented her ability to murder.

Sheriff got sooooo dizzy that he fell over right onto Liotta's sword 27 times.

Dancing werewolf ending! Seemed fitting. :D

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beskarberry · 3 years

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Krayt’s Teeth

Bargaining with Beskar, Chapter 3 (The Mandalorian x f!reader)

The sound of crashing and shouting was hot on your tail, the other hunters had followed you and were gaining fast. You saw a light rapidly approaching ahead of you, and the two of you burst out into the brilliant daylight to the worst possible place: a dead fucking end.

Rating: Explicit

Word count: 6.7k

Content warnings: Canon typical violence, killing in self defense, headcanon angst, FLUFF, sensory deprivation, body worship, oral sex (f receiving).

A/N: These are my headcanons regarding Mandalorian culture in terms of sex, I didn’t find much lore on it so whether it’s accurate or not idk but I like them and that’s all that matters! Enjoy~

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You could have slept forever, even on that horrible little cot you were so comfortable that you could have been out for days, but the only one on it was you. You did’t know when Mando got up from the tiny space you both shared through the night, or how he managed to get out from your tangled bodies without waking you up. You opened your eyes to tiny green baby hands tugging at your fingers.

“Hey booger, is it time for breakfast? Where’s your papa?” You started to sit up, but the horrible sticky mess underneath you made you reluctant to move, a mix of passion and pain from the day before. “Yikes. I’m gonna run all his water out if I have to keep using the fresher. Come on, let’s get scrubbed up.” The baby gibbered excitedly at you, though you weren’t sure how much of what you said he actually understood. You scooped him into your arms without looking back at the sad little cot and all its stains. “You’re water proof, right?”

The ship’s engines were rumbling away, so you guessed tin man was up in the cockpit flying you towards your next bounty. Or Nevarro. You would have to find Mr. Mystery later, the grossness that was you had to be dealt with. Between you and the child your shower took forever, the two of you getting water and soap bubbles from top to bottom. You didn’t care. You had been on Tatooine for months without having a real shower, being consigned to the sonic freshers that vibrated the sand off of the moisture farmer’s bodies; and this was the second real shower you’d gotten to have in twice as many days. You spent a good deal of time trying to get your chatty friend to hold still long enough to be dried off, the little fart squealing with joy every time you went for him with the towel.

An ordeal later you were both fresh and presentable, but your host was still nowhere to be seen, though the ugly sheets had thankfully disappeared from view. The ship was quiet now, without the engine running you knew you had to be back on the ground, and you could hear a distinct hum of activity coming through the walls. Space port? He flew us into town? The thought was replaced immediately with a rich, savory smell coming through the air vents: FOOD! Your gut grumbled loud enough to resonate through the cabin and earn you a confused look from the baby. When was the last time you really ate? You’d been living on ration packs for the last couple of days. That was going to change right now.

“Ya hungry buddy? Me too! Maybe that’s where your dad is, hmm?” Grabbing your old backpack and hooking the baby under your arm you started punching buttons on the wall to get the door open, sending walls sliding and cabinets opening before you got one of the access ramps open. Bright double sunlight nearly blinded you, and on reflex you covered the baby’s giant googly eyes. It took a moment for your own to adjust to the radiant light of the Tatooine morning, and the smell of cooking food hit you like a ton of bricks, making your mouth water. As your eyes adjusted you were able to take in your surroundings: though it was bright outside you were parked low inside a maintenance bay, the walls of which soared high above you; littered with engine parts and humming with droid activity. Sound was the last input your hungry brain could process, but when it did you didn’t like what you heard. The sounds of an argument echoed around the hangar, high and shrill.

“I already told you, you can’t park here! You’re bad for business!”

“I just need to park here long enough to get supplies.”

“Well you’re gonna have to pay up, Mando! I’m not running a charity here! You got credits for supplies you got credits for parking! Up front this time!”

Oh no.

Of all the mechanics and docking hangars in Mos Eisley he had to pick this one. The fireball of a woman barely came up to your partner’s chest, but she made up for it with unbridled fury; and the giant cooked animal leg she was swinging around like a club between bites made her look even more formidable. She noticed you coming down the ramp and stopped grilling your comrade long enough to glare daggers through your skull.

“Oh NO! No nope nuh uh! You can turn right back around and get back on that ship, missy! I knew it! I knew you were bad for business, Mando! What’re you doing running around with her? I hope she’s your bounty because she’s your problem!”

“Peli.” Your words were cold as ice, but the squirming baby in your arms took all the malice out of your stance. He wiggled until you set him down, and he ran towards the mechanic with open arms.

“Baby! You can stay but your dad’s gotta take the mean lady somewhere else! She cheats at sabacc!”

“You lost fair and square, Peli! Try playing a better hand next time!”

“Ladies please!” Mando cut through your bickering, holding his arms up between the two of you like he was trying to corner a pair of wild blurgs. “If I let the child stay with you for the day, will you let me park the Razor Crest here? Just for a couple hours?”

Peli bounced the child on her hip, offering him a bite of her breakfast. The baby squealed happily while he sank his little teeth into the mighty snack, though the size of it comically dwarfed his itty bitty hands. “I’ll tell you what, you let me keep him and then maybe I’ll let you park here in a week.” Mando cocked his helmet at her with disdain and she huffed loudly, “Well if you put it that way, I guess you can park here, but you gotta put five hundred credits down, and not a cent less!”

Mando reeled, stabbing his hands to his hips with indignation. “Five hund- absolutely not! What am I going to buy our-” You interrupted his tirade with a hand on his shoulder, waving a slew of credits in front of his eyes. Peli snatched them out of your hand, fanning them out like cards to count them.

“Who’d you cheat these outta?”

“Don’t worry about it.” You leaned casually against your metal man, eyeing Peli with a smug look on your face. “Let’s go, Mando. Bye baby green bean, have fun with Auntie Cheats-at-Sabacc!” You spun him around by the hand and dragged him towards the exit, ignoring the insults being slung at your back. “We are getting breakfast and that’s final!”

The Mandalorian allowed you to pull him along a few feet before grinding his heels into the sand, shaking his head. “You have to stay here.”

Now it was your turn for sassy head tilts. “I just paid for your parking, buckethead, that makes me in charge and I’m hungry! I’ll buy you breakfast too if you want.” He didn’t budge, fixing you with that intense stare of his and grabbing you by the shoulders.

“You are still being hunted. Mos Eisley isn’t safe for you.”

Ah.

You knew you could look after yourself, and he himself had compared you to a ferocious rancor just yesterday. You groaned loudly, “Shit balls of hell. But dad, I’m huuunngry!” The man bristled at your paternal harassment, sighing heavily and letting his helmeted head fall to the side like the world was ending. He glanced around the hangar exit, his shiny beskar snapping to each object of interest until he located a protocol droid corpse that was missing everything from the waist down. He strode over to it and held it down with one boot, yanking it by the head until it popped off. He began prying the droid’s vocorder apart at the mouth, pulling it wide until the droids face plate broke off with a snap! Tossing the rest of the logic processing unit to the ground, he held the face plate up to the light, inspecting the clarity of its photo receptor casings. He bent back down to the junk pile and fished out a stray wire to thread through the ruined audio processors, then tossed the finished creation to you.

“Put that on.”

You turned the makeshift mask over in your hands to check for sharp edges before you pressed it to your face. The bug eyes on the front were dirty, but you could see well enough. Before you could clean them more thoroughly you felt the weight of fabric on your head, his cloak now worn as your own. The thought of how you must look made you giggle. “You make me take my clothes off, now you want me to put clothes on. It never ends with you, Mando. Next you’ll be forging me beskar. Now can we eat something, please?” Without a word the armored man turned on his heel and walked out the hangar exit. I’ll take that as a yes.

Mos Eisley buzzed with life, people and animals and things you couldn’t explain made their way up and down the bustling streets. The smell of food led you to a vendor selling something that could have been a root vegetable, covered in herbs and spices and grilled to perfection. You couldn't wait, all thoughts of self-preservation went out the window as you hauled ass to the stand, waving two fingers in the air. When you had both of your prizes in hand you stuffed the savory veggie under your mask, sighing contentedly at the taste of real honest-to-Maker food. “Hey tin man, I hope you like... whatever this-” You turned to offer your partner something to eat, but he had disappeared from the crowd. “Alright... more for me.”

Taking a newspaper from the vendor you wrapped the extra snack up tight and threw it in your pack for later, continuing to chow down on your own. You would find Mando eventually, and you had credits to spend. You had held onto your hush-money for months to avoid suspicion, but now it was burning a hole in your pocket. Wandering the streets of Mos Eisley from merchant to merchant you began accumulating a small hoard of supplies, ranging from bacta to hand tools, and food. Whatever you could get your hands on that would survive hyperspace when you inevitably left this fucking dirtball for good; though you still weren’t convinced that you wouldn’t be making that flight in carbonite. You picked out new clothes and underwear, a much-needed bedroll, and some soft bantha-wool blankets. Something further down the marketplace caught your eye, and you made your way to the fancier items that glittered in the double daylight. You didn’t wear jewelry yourself, a poor choice of attire for a hunter, but the way the trinkets caught the light still made you wistful. Your hidden eyes danced over the glittering treasures; jewels and geodes that had been found deep in the sands and polished to a radiant shine.

You spotted something opalescent at the end of one table and found a pair of krayt teeth, each about the size of your palm. They had been sanded to a smooth, flat finish and carved with intricate desert patterns. The backs of them had tiny fittings that could be sewn on as buttons, or pulled off to reveal magnets. Something about their shape seemed familiar, though you couldn’t imagine why in that moment. You purchased the unique pieces anyway, something to remind you that even the harshest of places could hold hidden beauty. After a while you had so much junk piled in your arms that you could barely see over it, and tin man was nowhere to be found. You spotted a courier droid and paid for it to deliver your treasures back to Hanger 3-5, though you kept the pricey teeth in your pockets. With your arms free you started looking for your missing comrade.

The streets were busy with people, you would have to get somewhere out of the way in order to scan the crowds. Your eyes went from shimmer to shimmer, looking for his reflective chrome dome. “Big jerk,” you mused to yourself “‘Mos Eisley’s not saaafe...’ If he’s so worried then where the hell is he? Bah!” The scratched-up photoreceptor casings of your mask made it a challenge to see through the crowd, and you took a moment to adjust the iris apertures so you wouldn’t have to keep squinting into the double sunshine when you felt a hand on your back. Finally. “Mando, where have you-”

“Mando? Whos’sis man-do? Nah sssweetheart, I think you got me confused wi’ sssomeone elssse.” The slithering voice in your ear made your blood run cold. Not Mando! You rocketed your elbow backwards, connecting with the gut of the stranger on your back with an -oof! The hand let go long enough for you to make a run for it, and you tore off down the streets of the busy spaceport, smashing into bystanders in your wake. You cast a quick look behind you to see a large reptilian body flying after you, brownish scales catching the reflection of the noonday suns. Though you had your blaster, the risk of hitting a civilian was too great, so running would have to do. You were thankful for the courier droid that had freed your hands just minutes before as you barreled down the busy streets.

Market stalls flew past you, your boots kicking up sand and dust. The mask on your face, as dirty as it was, kept the debris from your eyes as you raced through the sunburnt city. You had to lose this fucker and fast. You turned down an alley, left, right, another right, leaping over supply crates and low fences like a lothcat. You turned to see if you had lost your chaser, breath heaving and heart pounding. Behind you was clear, but you took your eyes off your path for just a second too long, and were taken by surprise when a heavy weight fell on you from above.

The Trandoshan had gone over the low sandstone roofs, chasing you easily through the alleyways of Mos Eisley while you were none the wiser. He pinned you under him quickly, ripping your blaster off your hip and pointing your own barrel in your face. “Tha’ss enough, princesss! Nice n’ quietlike now. You gonna make me a pretty penny you are.” The lizard’s words dripped with metaphorical venom, though you were sure by the look of those fangs that real venom was probably right behind. “Ahm gonna cart yer arse right back to th’ Guild’n I’ll become th’ most famous hunter in th’ galax -urk!” With a sickening gag the hunter above you grew a shiny new fang in the back of his throat before falling down dead on top of you, a vibroblade protruding from back of his skull.

“Took you long enough!” You hollered at your chrome companion, who was stepping forward to kick the carcass off of you. “Where the fuck have you been? Getting your rifle polished?” He pulled you to your feet, handing you your blaster while readjusting the mask on your face. You swatted at his fussing hands, but when you looked at him you were shocked to see not one but three blinking bounty fobs dangling from his belt. On the ground by the dead lizard was a fourth, flashing rapidly in the sand.

“I told you you weren’t safe! We need to leave right now.” You were barely able to grab the remaining bounty fob while you were being tugged away by your allied hunter. He had a death grip on your hand, pulling you along behind him towards what you hoped was the docking hangar. You would have to cross the main street to get there, and as the pair of you plowed across the dusty, busy road there came shouts from either side. More hunters, fucking Guild! You didn’t have a single second to assess them before you were lead through an alley on the other side of the street. These were darker than the ones you had run through on the west side of town, and shady bodies moved quickly out of the way of your living locomotive.

At the end of a narrow alley you both burst through a door leading into an abandoned building. The darkness was almost worse than the blinding sunlight, you would need time for your eyes to adjust but the Mandalorian had enough sensory detection equipment that he ghosted through the ruinous building with ease; never once letting go of your hand as you tripped and stumbled through the dark. The sound of crashing and shouting was hot on your tail, the other hunters had followed you and were gaining fast. You saw a light rapidly approaching ahead, and the two of you burst out into the brilliant daylight to the worst possible place: a dead fucking end.

“There! Get down!” Mando pointed at a pile of rubble, probably big enough to hide behind, but that’s not how you handled business.

“Fuck you! I’m not going down without a fight!” You pulled your blaster out and aimed at the incoming assailants. He growled at you and stepped closer, putting his body in between you and the door. The reptilian hunters burst from the darkness of the warehouse, firing rapid shots of blaster charges that bounced off of Mando’s beskar. You fired over his protective arm, taking out the first one and tripping up the second, who fell over his cohorts limp body. Mando took shot after shot to the chest, reeling with each impact. His other arm cocked back and shot out, sending a wall of fire into the last of the Guild’s hired guns.

Both of you were panting, shaking and sweating from flying through Mos Eisley, but the sound of blaster fire would draw attention and you knew there was no time to waste. You stepped over the incinerated corpse, making sure the fob it carried was melted, the second body still squirmed in the dirt, and you weren’t going to let it get a second chance, firing your blaster through it’s scaly skull. You picked the remaining two fobs and stuffed them in your pockets, making a run for it back through the building with Mando right behind, the blaze of his flamethrower lighting your way.

You took a different door out of the building and were relieved to see the words ‘HANGAR 3-5′ painted in bright blue Basic straight ahead. You skittered through the entrance, rounding the corner and dropping down behind the edges of the hangar doorway. Mando did the same on the other side, both of you pointing your blasters back towards Mos Eisley’s dark heart. Bootsteps behind you made you snap around, and you nearly shot your mechanically inclined host.

“You kids have fun out there?” Peli stood over where you were hunched, and you lowered your blaster to the ground. At her feet your little buddy was holding onto her pant leg, making big puppy dog eyes at you. You looked over to Mando to make sure there weren’t any more coming, but he still held his blaster out ahead. After a few tense seconds he lowered it down until it was back in its’ holster, then pulled himself to his feet.

“We can’t stay any longer, we’re putting you in danger. Time to go, kiddo.” His charred beskar still shimmered when he bent down to pick up his adopted son, who chirped with delight. “Thank you for watching him.”

“He can stay any time! Oh and thanks for all the snacks you made that droid bring me!” Peli called after the three of you as your party quickly boarded the Razor, making you turn around and stick your tongue out at her. She happily flipped you off and started closing the ground entrance to the bay, letting you board the ship uninterrupted. Fortunately, the courier droid’s delivery had made it to the ship, though you couldn't help but notice a few of your most carefully picked snacks had been taken as collateral. Fucking Peli. As much as she infuriated you, there wasn’t another person on all of Tatooine that you would rather play sabacc with.

The old rust bucket rumbled to life, taking off into the midafternoon sky and pointed towards the stars. Finally! Bye motherfucker. The hazy atmosphere of the outer rim planet fell away below you until the light of the bright yellow world illuminated the Crest’s stern. The pre-Imperial scrapheap started howling with noise, and you were almost thrown to the deck when it blasted into the safety of hyper space.

Your heart was still racing and you struggled to catch your breath. Once you had yourself in order you started busying yourself with putting the supplies away, filling the food larder to capacity. The child was contentedly telling you about his day with his auntie in his cute baby gibberish, and you picked him up off the ground to give him a much needed hug, pushing your stolen identity onto the top of your head to give him kisses. You almost wanted to ignore the sound of heavy armored boots hitting the floor panel under the ladder, their wearer opting to jump down from the cockpit rather than climb. You could feel the fury coming off of him as he stalked over to where you were sorting your treasures.

“You could have been hurt! I knew it was a bad idea to let you go wandering around, even with your face covered. What if they’d caught you? I picked three of them off before you even saw one!”

“I had it under control, Mando! I’m not some princess that needs you coming to her rescue at every sign of a struggle. And you don’t get to let me do anything, you don’t own me!” The man under your scrutiny paced the cabin on stiff legs with his hands on his hips, helmet snapping with rage.

“I know you can handle yourself, but I need to protect you.” He said with a huff, “And that lizard was... he had you pinned down, had his filthy, scaly claws on you... Nobody should touch you like that! What if.. what if he... I- I- didn’t like that he was...” Listening to the sound of the gears jamming in his head made you realize the ridiculous thing he was trying to say.

“Are you.. Mando are you jealous?”

“No! I- I’m.. Cyar’ika I... ”

Oh no, you don’t get to be cute right now. “I don’t know what that means, Mando! What is that, some kind of sexy little pet name you use on all the girls you take underneath of you?”

“NO! I didn’t- I would nev- I’ve never had... There’s never been- no!” Oh how you wished you could see his face, watching him flail trying to defend himself from your accusation, he was probably white as a sheet under all that armor.

“Never what, Mandalorian?”

“I’ve never had anyone in this ship before!” The Mandalorian’s confession lost steam halfway through as embarrassment and fear crept into his throat, threatening to choke him with his own secrets.

“Wait.. wait wait. Never? You’ve never had anyone in this ship or...” You started approaching him, analyzing his visor for hints of meaning. “Or you’ve never had anyone at all?” The Mandalorian stopped his pacing, but his shoulders looked like they were carrying the weight of the galaxy. His silence told you everything, and the last piece of his puzzle fell into place. “Mando...was I your first?”

“Y-yes.” His visor tilted up to you, hands fidgeting at his sides. His voice was faint and sheepish, a stark contrast to the thunderstorm you were arguing with a moment ago. Your eyes were full of questions, all racing through your mind so quickly none of them made it to your mouth. The metal man answered them all for you in one singular motion, raising his fist to knock a couple times against his beskar helmet. His creed.

“So, what, you guys aren’t allowed to have sex?”

He sighed his heavy, trademarked sigh and plopped down on the nearest supply crate with a defeated thud, cradling his head in his hands. “No it’s not that. Not... not exactly. In Mando’a the word we use is me'dinuir. It means ‘to give’, specifically to give yourself to another. And... when you give yourself away to someone-“ He turned the black gloss of his single eye up to you, “-you belong to them. That is The Way.”

The weight of his words made your blood cold. He was jealous, but not just because that other hunter had put his scaly hands on you. Everything about his attitude around you suddenly made sense, the way he had looked at you when you were presenting yourself to him that first day, why he never threw you in carbonite when he probably should have, and how he had stayed with you through the night after you nearly died hunting his bounty. His mysterious way of life decreed that giving his body to you meant that he had also given you his soul, and that made you just as important to protect as his foundling.

Mando reached out to pat the fuzzy green head of the baby you were still holding, who gibbered sleepily up at his armor plated papa. “I’m sorry to put that on you, and I’m sorry for how I acted. You’re not my bounty anymore, and I shouldn’t try to control you. I understand if you don’t want to continue with me to the next bounty. You can take whatever you want from the armory when we land next. I’m.. I’m so sorry.” The monolithic man looked so tiny now, sitting on the edge of the crate with his shoulders hunched. He reached his arms out to take his infant son from you, hugging him to his blast-burnt chest and smoothing his massive ears. "I didn’t get to thank you for washing him earlier, he smells really good.”

You desperately needed to know more, though the sight of him fawning over his sleepy son made your heart swell. “I kinda got the feeling that you were rusty when we met, but that was actually your first time? And what does that mean ‘you belong to them’? How can you belong to me? I don’t even know your name.”

"It means that I’m now sworn to protect the one that carries my soul. I’m not asking you to do the same, you’re not Mandalorian.”

His words made you feel sick, ashamed that you had taken something so sacred from him without a second thought, but how could you have known? He could have stopped at any time, you were the one in cuffs that day, not him. No, out of trillions and trillions of sentient beings in the galaxy he chose to give himself to you, knowing full well what his heritage decreed. Why you? Arms crossed, you dug deeper. “You’ve never seen another naked body than your own?”

He shook his head. “Just... holo-vids...”

You were going to have to ask him about those later. “Nothing? You’ve at least kissed someone before though, right?”

“Kissed?”

Maker fucking help you. “Yeah you know, kissing? The thing you do with your... oh, right." You reached up and tapped him twice on the beskar. “You need your face to do it.”

He cocked his helmet at you. “Can you show me?”

The innocence of his question made you melt. Fuck you, tin can, you’re not supposed to be cute when you’re in trouble. You reached your hand out, demanding he give you his, and shyly he obeyed. You pulled his hand to your lips, unsure of how much he could actually feel through his thick leather gloves. You pressed his hand to your lips and watched his whole body snap straight. “Kiss, like that.”

He was staring at his hand like he’d never seen it before, and after a moment he pulled your locked fingers to his head, tapping his forehead with the back of your hand. “Kov’nynir, But we do it with our helmets.” At this rate you’ll be speaking Mando’a in no time. He still held your hand gently, running his thumb over your fingers. “I think I like your way better. Could... Could you do that again?”

So polite, maybe having him stuck with you wouldn’t be so bad. You pulled his hand back to you, giving him another soft kiss on the side of his thumb, and you heard the sound of his breath catching in his modulator. Your lips pressed to each of his knuckles, and then you turned his wrist to kiss his palm. “How’s that?”

“That’s amazing.”

“You like that? Watch this.” Addressing the bantha in the room would have to wait. You tugged his glove off, revealing the warm bronze skin underneath and kissed him again. The hitched breaths coming out of his modulator were honey to your ears, and you turned his wrist over to kiss his bare palm again, hunting for more sweet sounds. His body was so stiff, so tightly wound you thought he might snap. “Are you ok? Do I need to stop?”

“I- I- want to... Can... Can I try?” You nodded, your heart jumping to your throat at the thought of him removing his helmet in front of you, but instead he gently reached up to the busted droid face you still wore on your head. With a twist of a knob the armatures inside of the eye casings coiled shut, and when he slid the mask down into place you were thrown into total darkness. “Can you see?” You shook your head. “Promise?”

You sighed, long and frustrated. “I promise, dark as a sarlacc’s backside.” You were met with only silence. Then, after what felt like an eternity you heard the sliding sound of metal as the child’s pram shield slid closed, then the shuffle of armor being removed, and lastly the dull thunk of something heavy being set down on the crates. His hand found yours again, and he pressed his lips against your skin. They were hotter than you were expecting, and soft, almost plush. You understood right away why he was so rigid when you were doing the same, it was amazing. Gentle kisses made their way over the back of your hand and made heat flood through your veins. He moved slowly over each joint, following the same pattern you had shown him, then turned your hand over and kissed at your fingertips. Something fuzzy brushed along with his lips, and you imagined that he might have a mustache. The shivers that crept their way up from your captured hand knocked all the strangeness of your conversation out of your mind, but when he reached your wrist he stopped.

“Where else do you kiss at?” You nearly fainted at the sound of his unfiltered voice, a rich baritone that dripped with dark intentions and stole all the words from your mouth. You could only point with your other hand at the forearm attached to the hand he held. Again you felt his lips on your wrist, then slowly, inch by agonizing inch he made his way up your arm, each kiss slower than the last until your toes were curling in their boots. When he reached the edge of the tunic’s sleeve that hung at your elbow he paused again. “Where else?”

“Everywhere.” Your tormentor hummed at your consenting words and let go of your hand to run his palms down your clothed thighs. When he reached your knees he pulled on their joints, bidding you to bring your legs up over his lap. When you were seated on him he resumed his trek up your arm, kissing at the crease of your elbow and then upwards over your tunic until he reached your shoulder. When he got to your neck you almost buckled over, but his hands were at your back in an instant, wrapping heavily around your waist. Your own hands made their way to the nape of his neck, and your fingers found the edge of his hairline that you had felt before. To your delight you felt that the tousled curls went all the way up, and you tangled your fingers in them, exploring their softness while he explored you.

His journey led him up your neck to the base of your jaw where he nipped gently at the sensitive skin like you had done to him last night, sending a fresh wave of goosebumps from your head to your toes. When his nose bumped the edge of your mask you were suddenly aware of how silly you might look with your big bug eyes. “Can I take this thing off?” you asked in a whisper. “I won’t look.”

“I have a better Idea. Hold on tight.” You dug your hands into his shoulders and felt his arms wrap under your legs as he stood up, lifting you with such ease that you wondered if he felt your weight at all. His boots echoed through the cabin until he stopped at the other end. You hung on for dear life while he climbed the ladder with you still wrapped around his front. When you both reached the top you let yourself unwind from him and scooted on your butt over the floor, listening to the sound of him pulling himself all the way up. You remained seated as your host fussed around the flight deck, the noise of buttons pressing and switches being thrown the only input to your deprived senses.

You were only unattended for a moment, then his hands found your waist, fishing for the edge of your shirt. The tunic was pulled up and over your head, taking your mask with it, and you squeezed your eyes shut to protect his modesty; unsure of what his unconventional oath to you included in the fine print. Your diligence was rewarded with a kiss on your forehead, then down to kiss both of your closed eyes, and then lastly to your lips. The searing heat of his mouth on yours threatened to throw your eyes open, but when they fluttered all you saw was darkness. The transperisteel’s blast shielding had been closed, and the only light in the cockpit came from a handful of illuminated buttons on the dash.

He was lying over top of you on the metal floor, one arm wrapped under your neck for support. The cold decking under you was uncomfortable, but you couldn’t be bothered to care, letting yourself be consumed by his kisses and becoming drunk on the scent of leather and adrenaline. The soft fuzz of his facial hair tickled slightly as he pressed into your lips, and you couldn’t help but smile. Your hands went to his face, running your thumbs over his cheeks and feeling what you weren’t allowed to see. His face was scruffy but not unkempt, and the bristles went all the way from his jaw up to the bottom of the defined nose that bumped against your own. You felt the creases on the corners of his eyes, wishing you could see his smile lines and all the stories they would tell.

You kissed him back, letting your tongue glide over his plush lips and making him inhale sharply. You licked into him again, and this time you were met with his tongue as well, just the faintest touch of its tip. He hummed in your mouth, and the sound of him so close made your belly pool with heat and your kisses bolder, sending your tongue deeper into his mouth until he was almost vibrating with the sensation of you exploring something as forbidden as his human body. He mirrored you as best he could, rolling the smooth muscle over your lips and the edges of your teeth until you were both lost in each other’s taste. He pushed his forehead against yours, pulling his mouth away with frantic breaths that spread fire over your skin. “Everywhere?”

You pushed your lips against his again, giving him an ambitions ‘Mmhmm’ as an answer. His growl made the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end, and you realized where his goal was. He kissed and nipped his way down your throat, letting his tongue glide over your skin. He made his way to your breast, taking its’ tender tip between his teeth and making you gasp. He sucked at it gently, rolling his tongue around it while it grew harder for his efforts. The hand not under you groped at your free breast so it wouldn’t be ignored.

"Beep!”

An urgent chime echoed in the tiny space, the hyperdrive indicator was flashing its countdown warning: 10 minutes remain.

The Mandalorian’s growl on your breast made your blood turn to ice and your core flush with heat at the same time. He wanted to devour you, taste every single inch of your exposed skin, but time was not on your side; and he became a man on a mission to prove himself worthy of you. Bristles dragged over your skin as he slid down your belly until he hit the edge of your pants. They were yanked off so fast you briefly worried about the krayt teeth that were still in their pockets, but you didn’t have long to think before Mando was poised over the apex of your thighs, kissing at each leg to make his intentions known. Those must be some good holo-vids you’re watching, tinman. You let him push your legs apart with his chin, receiving a soft kiss on each one once they were far enough apart for him to stuff his face in between.

Your back arched, hard, followed by the most ragged moan you‘d ever heard escape your throat. The grip on your thighs kept you in place as he lapped at your clit, sucking and teasing in an experimental way. His inexperience didn’t seem to matter, his hunger for you fueling his efforts and making you squirm in delight. Your hands sought desperately for something to grab onto to keep yourself grounded, finding his lovely curls to bury your fingers in deep. It was all you could do to hold on for dear life, tangling in his hair and struggling to breathe as he worked you into a frenzy.

The noises coming from below your waist were heavenly, wet and greedy in between his hums of contentment. It took you a while to realize they weren’t hums at all, but alien words of worship being prayed at your sinful altar; but the blood pounding in your ears and the gasps from your throat were too loud for you to hear his devotion.

“Beep beep!” Five minutes remain. Fuck.

The Mandalorian’s efforts doubled, running his tongue almost too quickly in his attempt to eat you alive. You let your hips grind into his mouth, begging him to bring you your release, and it wasn’t long before he succeeded. Stars flashed behind your eyes as you came into his hot open mouth, but he refused to leave until he had drank his fill of you. Eventually he pulled his face away from your spent heat with agonizing slowness, as if he would rather drown than address the impending drop from hyperspace. He kissed at your shaky thighs, your soft belly, and each breast before pressing his lips into your panting mouth, pushing the taste of you onto your own tongue. His breath was ragged, and you could feel the sweat of his brow where it was pushed against your face.

He lifted away from you, and the weight of the handmade mask was draped over your face, making you groan with the displeasure of your passion being cut short. However, once it was in place, it was almost immediately pushed under by strong fingers to lift its edge, and you were given one last kiss to swear his promise of return to you.

“Din. My name is Din.”

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Wordgame: vulgar - vow

October 1900

He heard arguing as he neared the lodging house. A loud voice that was definitely Racetrack along with Albert but he couldn’t place the third voice. Shaking his head, he hopped up the five steps before walking through the door.

Jack’s eyes went wide as he took in the clear division in the room. Race, Albert, Finch, Romeo, and Crutchie stood side by side as a few other Newsies stood across from them with glares on their faces. Jack stood back, waiting to see what was going to happen next.

“Is won’t stand for the vulgar words that were flyin’ outta yous mouth a few minutes ago.” Race’s chest heaved as he glared at the four Newsies standing across from him.

A Newsies stepped forward, one that Jack wasn’t familiar with, standing toe to toe with Race. “Ain’t like yous spoke those words a few years ago.”

“That was a few years ago, Bruno.” Race’s eyes stared into the Newsie. “And the littles don’t needs to be hearin’ that language.”

Stepping up beside Bruno was a Newsies that Jack knew, Turtle. “Race, all because you’re head honcho now, doesn’t mean the cussin’ gotta stop.”

“Yes it does . . . yous been pissed and cussin’ up a storm since you walked in the door twenty minutes ago.” Race crossed his arms, stepping forward. “Now I want yous to vow that yous not goin’ to be dropping anymore vulgar language around the littles.”

Turtle and Bruno both scoffed, shaking their heads. “No way. Why would wes be stupid to takes that?”

“Is it because the request is comin’ from me and not Jack or Butch?” Race said looking at the two of them. “Yous 15 years old and that vulgar language ain’t gonna get you far in life. Yous need to start straighten up and actin’ like you's 15 instead of 12 year old punks.”

Bruno stood tall. “Yous got somethin’ right - you ain’t Jack nor Butch. And yous don’t get to tell us what to do.”

“Is do if you want to continue to live here.” Race’s voice held no arguments. “Now, what you choice? Leave or staying? If you choose to stay, the vow stands.”

Turtle and Bruno looked at their other two goons before sighing in defeat. All four spit in their hands before shaking with Race. He looked around the room, at the many Newsies standing around watching the exchange. “Alright nothin’ to see here. Break it up.”

Jack hung back as the boys dissipated around the house leaving Albert, Finch, and Race standing in the middle of the room, watching everything get back to normal. Watching the three of them, Jack smiled making his presence known. “That went well.”

“Jackie!” Albert and Finch both turned around, excited to see him, clapping him on his back. Race’s face, however, slipped into something Jack couldn’t decipher. With a couple more words from Albert and Finch, the two left Jack and Race alone.

Jack clasped a hand on Race’s shoulder before leading him up the stairs to the penthouse. Taking a seat in the middle of the roof, Jack looked expectantly at Race. “Wanna talk?”

“Is ain’t you Jack.” Race said, pacing back and forth in front of Jack. “Is don’t know how to handle things.”

Jack leaned back on his hands, looking at Race. “Is say you did a pretty good job back there. You handled it well.”

“That was one time, Jack.” Race shook his head. “Is not cut out for this.”

Jack pushed himself off, cutting off Race’s pacing. “Yous were born for this. Yous just have some growin’ pains. Is had them and so did Butch. Is always here if you need anything but the boys gotta see yous as their leader and I think you just showed them.”

“Yous think?” Race asked, looking up from his intense stare at the ground. “Then why do Is feel like Is failing?”

Jack nodded. “Yous a great leader, don’t forget that. As for failing, welcome to being a leader. There weren’t many days Is didn’t feel like I was failing.”

“Really?” Race raised an eyebrow at him. “Yous never said anything.”

The older man grinned. “That’s all part of being a leader. Yous can’t really tell anyone that yous struggling. Butch was much older than me so by the time I took over, he went and made a living and didn’t really come back. Once Is started dating Katherine, she became my soundin’ board as she says. But Is here for you if you ever need to vent or complain, okay? Don’t let that bottle up.”

“Okay.” Race nodded, a little less stressed now that he talked with Jack. “But Is gotta do my own thing.”

Jack chuckled. “There’s no doubt that you will, Racer. Just knows that yous got people here to help if you need it.”

“Thanks Jackie.” Race nudged his shoulder.

Pulling Race closer to him, Jack threw his arm over Race’s head, running his knuckles over Race’s skull as a string of laughter flew out of Jack’s mouth. “Don’t forget, Is still older than you and can knock yous down a few pegs.”

“Dully noted.” Race quipped, pushing Jack away from him. “You ruined the moment wes was havin’.”

Jack pulled Race into a brotherly hug. “Yous a dork Race. Don’t ever change.”

“Love you too, Jackie.”

Race leaned against the wall of the penthouse, leaning over, watching people walk on the sidewalk below. He felt Jack settle in beside him and he merely grinned. He knew he had a whole bunch of people in his corner and with them, he would be okay, no matter what came his way.

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arkangel246-blog · 5 years

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i’m not sure how to go about this, so i’m just gonna start & see where it takes me. i’m going thru some serious depression right now. if i told you everything i’ve been thru you’d more than likely accuse me of lying; no one person could possibly have dealt with so much. that almost sounds like bragging, but believe me, it’s not. i definitely wonder why i’m still here, if not for some ‘purpose,’ but it all feels pretty pointless much of the time.

i’m a 59 yr old mother of 2 sons, 2 almost-grown grandsons, and a lot of what’s eating at me right now is the fact that Mom’s Day (AND my b-day last month) came & went without more than a ‘happy birthday’ post from my daughter-in-law. my youngest son hasn’t had anything to do with me for so long i didn’t expect anything from him, but usually my oldest will at least text me. he did, after all, move me from the okc metro a few years ago 2 hours northeast to be closer to ‘family.’ at this point i’m not quite sure who’s pulling away from whom. i just know i feel like an orphan without children, without family of any kind, and i don’t know how to really change anything. people have said, ‘i’d go camp out on MY child’s front yard until we worked thru things!’ but i guess i’m afraid it might push them away even farther, and i guess i also feel responsible. but part of me is also screaming that i haven’t seen a bar, dated any more creeps, or been 5150′ed in a decade so you’d think that’d count for something, right?

where to begin? i guess we can work backwards, & start with telling you about my last marriage. and i DO mean, LAST.

i met kyle in october, ‘01, and like so many, i really thought i’d found my knight in shining armor. a co-worker introduced us, telling me, ‘he owns an OIL company, just built a new house, and is SOOO nice! you really HAVE to meet him!’ a week later we were inseparable, picking out a ring that shocked even his mother who said, ‘he must REALLY love you, because he’s TIGHT!” (meaning he was cheap. i had no clue... truly). i knew he drank every day, and truthfully, i liked to drink too, so it sorta seemed to be a match made in heaven (or hell). but i soon came to realize he generally started drinking before noon (running a company provided him that option), and nothing i could say could convince him to wait til later in the day. i could never drink every day, & seeing him passed out every night before the sun went down got old fast. when i met his folks i quickly realized it was a learned habit. his mom & dad, who’d handed the company over to kyle & his brother so they could retire, did the same, to the point of being insulted if you didn’t choose to drink with them at family get-togethers, no matter how early in the day. so who was i to go against family tradition?

we hadn’t been married more than a few months the first time he threw what would become his grown-ass-man, 2 yr old tantrum. he jumped up & down, spat and frothed at the mouth through bared teeth, and called me the name i came to be known by almost daily: worthless, piece of sh!t, C-U-Next-Tuesday. my transgression? an ANA autoimmune tests for lupus/sjogrens/scleroderma, (one, or the other or any combination) had come back positive causing my insurance premium to more than triple, which in turn affected the small business’s employees’ premiums.

now any ‘normal’ person would’ve run like hell at that point. keyword being ‘normal,’ of course. it’s funny how you can think a previous husband has been ‘abusive,’ until you actually marry someone who makes the one before seem like Winnie the Pooh. i don’t know the exact moment i started believing i could ‘fix’ him --- that i could do this, that or the other thing well enough that he wouldn’t beat the hell outta me, but in less than a year i’d begun begging ambulance drivers to take me to different ER’s because so many of the doctors were all-too-familiar with me. i know this was after one repeat ER doctor refused to treat me again, storming out of the area voicing loudly, ‘the women who go back to these men DESERVE what they get.’ that time i called a cab, tucked my tail between my legs, & yes, went back home to him feeling like surely i HAD done something to deserve it or that doctor really wouldn’t have said so.

after EMG tests were positive for nerve damage in my arms & legs, & i was put in arm splints and prescribed a ton of neurontin, i moved into the 2nd bedroom. we had gone through a brief separation, both filing for divorce, but a combination of not really having anywhere to go & being so sick (both physically AND emotionally) i found myself back with him (1st of many times). now here’s a word of warning for anybody who might be in similar circumstances at some point. if you reunite with a spouse and drop divorce proceedings, LISTEN when your attorney tells you to make certain he ALSO drops the divorce WITH PREJUDICE; i did not. never in my wildest dreams did i consider that someone who ‘loved’ me so much could possibly put the screws to me, until, a couple months later he called me from the master bedroom to say, ‘SURPRISE! i DIVORCED YOUR ASS on tuesday! how’s it feel?’

during a time when i was almost bedfast he’d gone back to court, had his friends testify against me claiming that i chose not to show up, and yes, the divorce was final. since i had been served months before when we both had filed for divorce and his attorney had dismissed the proceedings WITH PREJUDICE, he was able to completely finalize it without my knowledge whatsover. and it didn’t hurt that his company had an attorney on the payroll.

there were times when i believed he wanted me around as long as he wasn’t responsible for my bills & i didn’t cost him very much. i cooked, cleaned, & took excellent care of endless cats he & a friend continued to bring in. i’ll never understand why he did this. i learned at one point that he had kicked his 1st wife’s small dog to death years before when she went out with girlfriends he hadn’t approved of, so why he was so good with all these cats i’ll never know. at one point we were up to 11 of them, 100% indoors, with white carpet, and in able to do all that needed done i was being prescribed almost every controlled substance there was. i bathed several each month, while he’d toss an old towel on top of any hacked hairballs indicating that i had a mess to clean up.

after our divorce was done without my knowledge i did get an attorney who was going to re-file & make the judge aware of what he’d done, but he agreed at that time to pay for everything until my disability went through, which he did. we hadn’t been legally married long enough that he might’ve been required to do even that much, so i accepted that. he paid for a halfway decent apartment on the southwest side, but even then, he continued to come over when he felt the need to ‘vent.’ i had barely had the utilities turned on when it all went sideways & to this day i don’t know how he didn’t kill me. i knew from past experience he was going to get my phone when he headed towards the bedroom so i tried to get past him before he could. my next thought was, ‘he’s really killed me this time,’ when i found myself sliding upside down on the wall, coming down hard on my head. it’s the only time in my life when i really had that slow motion experience so many speak of. surprisingly i was able to shake my head and found myself alive, slowly able to get up with him screaming, ‘get the F up! i never F-ing touched you!’ his perfect handprint was left in purple on my upper arm by the next day, along with a purple ridge along my back ribs from a ridge between the kitchen and pantry where i’d been thrown. i was able to get him out of the apartment that night, thanking all the powers that be that i was ‘ok,’ only to go down like a ton of bricks the next day in the parking lot. i heard and felt a loud POP in my neck.... like a rubber band popping... and after some maneuvering showed i wasn’t gonna be able to even get on my hands & knees to crawl neighbors carried me back inside and called 9-1-1.

tests showed a bone fragment in the sub-arachnoid space at the base of my skull, & i was in & out of a wheelchair for quite a while. doctors knew my situation, and just sorta avoided the expected questions probably figuring i’d lie anyway. the truth was my disability had yet to come through at that time, and if i’d put him in jail for that i’d have been homeless. HOMELESS, with very limited use of my arms & legs even after all the cervical epidurals allowable and tons of physical therapy. my mother had visited once long enough to assure me that i’d have to go into a nursing home if i stayed in the wheelchair because she wasn’t able (or willing) to take care of me. so i taped a cell to myself at times to keep it within arm’s reach, and crawled to clean the litter box & feed myself for a while, but somehow, i regained the use of everything in time.

except my brain. if i hadn’t proven to be a total idiot already i’d claim landing on my head caused brain damage.

not too long after my disability was approved while in the same apartment i found myself in a different kind of fight. i took trash out to the dumpster around the corner - and i thought i locked the door behind me. i generally did, but honestly, i still don’t know for sure. i came back into the apartment & down the hallway into my bedroom where somebody grabbed the back of my head ramming me headfirst into a full-length mirror shattering it. the next thing i remembered was waking up in the hallway in a mess of goo and yuck, disoriented, trying to figure out what had happened. every movement hurt like hell, and once in the bathroom i saw my face was cut & bruised, & could feel other injuries starting to sting. i cleaned up blood & the broken mirror pieces, took a bath & when i started to realize what had happened, called my son. “It was KYLE, Mom. KYLE did this!’ he said when i told him i thought i’d been raped. i promised him i’d call 911, which i did, and a complete rape kit was done along with over 200 pictures taken. afterwards i called Kyle & told him i’d been raped, and he simply hung up the phone. did he HEAR me? it wasn’t unusual for him to be so drunk by that time of night i couldn’t even understand him, and sometimes he had just hung up on me or passed out on the phone. one thing i DID know is that he was impotent. i had been torn vaginally AND rectally, and he had pretty much zero interest in sex, so i couldn’t fathom how he might’ve been responsible for this. so without another phone call to him, i made arrangements to move out of state nearer my kids into a secure apartment bldg. as we were leaving town my son called him to say we’d left cats in the apartment and i was gone.

you’d think that would’ve been the end of Kyle & me, wouldn’t you? but no. if i’d been smart, you bet, but nobody ever accused me of having good sense.

long before he & i were really over a warrant was issued for his arrest for sexual assault, i had to plead his case & his innocence fearing for my life. i’d shoot up his house and be 5150′ed when i couldn’t quite bring myself to blow my brains out with a 9mm. i’d called my sons that horrific night begging them to tell me they loved me at which time 1 said, ‘you’ve got a wrong number’, and the other said, ‘go for it, Mom.’ it was several more years before i finally did leave with bruising severe enough to require a CT scan of my face. PTSD has been added to my list of maladies & i wake up screaming on a fairly regular basis, the nightmares i can remember too gruesome for words. kyle drank himself to death a couple years ago, and oddly enough, even though i hadn’t had any contact with him in 5 yrs i knew when he died. i woke up middle of the night with something telling me to google his full name, & when i did i found a classified with his sister handling his estate, the company attorney listed as well. when i emailed his longtime drinking buddy i was told kyle had ‘gone off the deep end,’ and that house he’d demanded i keep the white carpet pristine in had been 3 feet deep in beer cans when he was found 5-6 days after his apparent demise. i’m guessing the cats feasted on his meaty parts.

my doctor asked me recently how i felt when i learned of his death, & i told him that i’d cried. the man had never owned a ‘used’ car, or lived in anything except new homes. he’d been handed an oil & gas company right out of college that was barely getting by, most likely because both he & his brother were drunk daily before noon. it was just a total waste of a life that could’ve been used to do so much good. a complete & total waste.

the day i had someone helping me get my things to leave kyle had come into the house from the back alley with his buddy way earlier than usual, and taken off in his buddy’s truck like lightning seeing me packing. i’d already gotten an emergency protective order but with the garage on the alley he’d had no way of knowing i hadn’t just eaten a few extra oxy’s and passed back out (typical) after i kneed him in the groin to get him off me, his hands from around my throat. it wasn’t unusual for kyle & his buddy to drink in the garage daily, after about 3 or so, but it was noon when they’d come in. i remembered sending kyle & his buddy pics of my swelling face the night before, telling them, ‘never again. he’s never gonna touch me or anybody else again.’ my knees went a little weak recalling the usual threats. he’d told me over & over again how easy it’d be for my body to disappear, that it would make something called ‘condensate’ and nobody would ever find me when i was disposed of at a well site. i couldn’t help but wonder if this was that time.

there are probably still people surprised that i finally left and stayed gone, but that was 7 1/2 years ago & somehow the thought of what might have been kept me away. he’d sent me a friend request the summer before his death, which i promptly deleted. DELETE, DELETE, DELETE. no, thank, you.

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🌹I love you so much mr.J🌹

Imagine being the Joker's sidekick.

"BOSS! I've got ya food, what else do you need!" you came rushes in the room with german chocolate cake and coffee with a touch of jack daniel that the Joker requested from you.

The joker rolled his eyes (secretly enjoying all this adoration you was giving him) "give it here." he waved his hand for you to come in his office, you walked in the room laying the tray down on his desk smiling at him "do ya need anything else boss!" you beamed.

The joker made a pondering face "how bout cleaning the penthouse and fix the bullet holes I put in the wall."

You gasped "but you liked the holes in the wall, you said it approved the place!"

The Joker sighed "I know but Harley keeps complaining about it soooo that's why I need you to fix it, oh and also send Frosty this documents too."

"Aye Aye boss!" you scurried out the room feeling your energy deplete and your smile turn into a scowl ...ever since Harley came into bosses life...I feel so left out...he used to love my stupid jokes and 'annoying' company...now it's Harley this and Harley that...what about me?!...I've been with him before that witch came, ugh! I hate her!

You stomped outta the room, you walked down the hallway and tripped on the carpet causing the papers to spread out on the floor as you rushed to pick them up , you read that mista J wanted Frost to attack a upcoming gang called 'The Titan' to show them who the real king is...maybe this is a chance for you to finally show mista J how useful you could be! then he will start giving you attention, just like the good ole days!

So instead of giving Frost the papers, you sneak back towards your room , getting ready to ambush these fuckers, you brought your silencer gun, Iphone, time bombs (cause why not) and hide your knife on your thigh and decided to wear a black shirt, black legging and black creepers...ya know ya gurl gotta stay incognito!

You walked to the front door to be stopped by frost.

"Where are you going (Y/n)?" Frost eyebrows raised in suspicion.

"Well Frosty if ya wanna know sooo bad I'm going to get some damn tampons, cause Satan decided today was a great day to STAB MY GODDAMN VAGINA!" you screamed to make the lie believable.

Frost shook his head, taking a step to the side letting you leave, as you left the penthouse you skipped down the hallway going toward the elevator, making your way outside.Time to teach these Titan brats a lil lesson they'll never forget.

~Timeskip brought to you by The Joker in a broccoli onesie! (lowkey that would be so cute! )

Currently you was in a vent at the Titans warehouse, planting bombs in all areas of this shit hole, rat infested place you call a hideout and you heard a familiar voice, so you crawl slowly towards the vent opening to see who this person was.

"How come you guys can't get nothing right! all ya had to do was aim right at his skull and BANG! I could've been the Queen of Gotham without that angry fucker!"

Oh shit...is that Harley?! how could Harley betray mista J...he has been nothing but nice to her, well sometimes but he treats her better then me! that fucking hoe! you went in your pocket and grabbed your phone recording Harley's long rant towards mista J and you quickly sent it to Frost, to let him know what was going on but as you put your phone up the vent caved in, exposing you! and oh boy was you fucked, fighting wasn't your thing but escaping and shooting you 're pretty good at.

"What the fuck?! what is she doing here!" Harley yelled in a high pitch voice while pointing an accusing finger at you.

You groaned, quickly getting up while glaring at Harley "How could you betray mista J?! when he has been nothing but good to you!"

All Harley's henchmen where looking at her waiting to give the order.

Harley laughing mockingly at you "Him? good to me?! your fucking crazy, everytime I did something he'd hit me! I was his personal punching bag!"

You glared even harder , wanting to punch this bitch in the face."don't act like the vitcim now Harls , you knew how and who the Joker was before you came this so called 'personal punching bag' all you had to do was fucking leave, not fucking betray him."

Harley stepped towards you swiftly kicking you in the chest, knocking you down and causing blood to fill your mouth leaving you no choice but to spit it . "It's not betrayal hon...it's payback! and besides where criminals that's what we do!"

As Harley was talking you use this chance to kick her leg, causing her to yelp and fall you use this chance to use the smoke bomb mista J gave you for your eighteenth birthday and swiftly past by the goons and Harley.

"GET THAT BITCH!" Harley yelled while choking on the gas.

You speed off the ledge, feeling the force of the drop rush up from your legs to your spine, you stumbled toward the left down the hallway trying rush out the warehouse before the bombs went off but I guess you was to late cause the bomb finally exploded and the force off the eruption knock you off your feet causing you to black out....

Damn...I didn't even get to tell him I loved him...

Joker's POV

As soon as Frost showed me the video message (y/n) sent me of Harley's Betrayal, first I was a little hurt by what that bitch did to me...but what should I expect from a greedy bitch! then I was mad at (y/n) for not doing what I order ...now she may be in danger, and also I feel played for a fool for letting my toy think she could take my kingdom...were going to have to teach lil Harls a lesson! I'm so fucking pissed wait till I get my hands on these Titan fuckers and that whore!

I hit my fist at the roof of my Lambo in frustration, speeding through red lights, hitting some people along the way...oh well, they shouldn't have been in my way.

~Timeskip brought to you by Frosty posing french girl style saying "Bon appetit baby~" (LOL)

Finally we got to the location and I saw half the warehouse on fire, I felt and immediate rush to look for (Y/n) fearing she may have got hurt.

"FROST! GATHER THE MEN AND KILL ANYONE YOU SEE ALIVE, AND IF YOU GUYS SEE (Y/N) AND HARLEY BRING THEM BACK WITH US!" I yelled while rushing in the building only thinking about (y/n), angry slowly being replaced with worry.

I dashed in on the first floor, checking all the rooms as fast as I could, I growled and glared towards the left of the area I missed and ran cautiously toward the damaged hallway, and I spotted (y/n) and she looked fucked up.

"(Y/N)! doll are you alright! wakeup!" I ran toward her, picking her unconscious form up bridal style, and she seems to be mumbling something but I couldn't pick up what she said. I grabbed my cellphone with the other hand calling Frost while quickly leaving the are before it collapsed .

"GET YA ASS BACK TO MY LAMBO (Y/N) IS HURT AND CALL THE DOCTOR, SEND HIM TO ARE NEAREST HIDEOUT!"

As I was running out the windows in the warehouse was combusting from the heat and I knew we was running out of time, this building was going to be destroyed any minutes and I was kinda of proud of (y/n) for all this destruction she caused I never knew she had it in her I mostly only gave her simply task, I guess I underestimated her.

Seconds after escaping the building, it caved in and I knew it was time to go, cause I'm sure someone idiot called GCPD by now and I'm not looking to end up in Belle Reve again, so I dashed to the Lambo, sitting (y/n) on my lap, while Frost speed through lanes taking the most fastest route to one of my many hideouts.

"Are the Titans destroyed?" I asked Frost.

"Yes sir, we got rid of all that was in the area." Frost replied.

"Did you capture that whore?" I replied with venom lace in my voice.

"No, sorry boss we was too late Ivy saved Harley before we could capture her." frost replied nervously.

I growled, using my free hand to cock my gun and point it at Frost's temple "I'll let this slip up slide, but the next time I won't be so nice Frosty...oh and one more thing if I ever here any of ya say that bitch name outta ya mouth, don't be surprised when I put a bullet through ya skull, are.we.clear." I replied feeling my anger rise.

Frost gulped "yes sir."

I grunted in response "Now hurry up, so we can see what's wrong with my faithful sidekick!" I laughed at the name I gave her.

~Timeskip brought to you by Deadpool yelling CHIMICHANGAS!

We finally got to my least favorite hideout...well it use to be my favorite cause it reminded me of all the wild nights me and that bitch spent here and now that memory is a fucking pain in the ass.Currently I'm waiting for the doctor to tell me what's going on but this fucker is taking his sweet time, making me more worried and impatient as soon as I was about to storm in there the docter came out the room.

"So she is doing okay luckily nothing was fractured, just a few minor bruises and cuts, she should be fine after a day or so, but she does have a slight concussion so she may be out of it, If you wanna see her ...she is awake now just a little groggy."

I nodded and rushed to the room to find my lil sidekick, looking at me through half lids.

"B-boss is that you?" she asked.

"Yes doll, yours truly." I went and took a sit by her.

She shook her head and tears gather in her eyes, only confusing me more.

"Why are you crying (y/n)?" I said while awkwardly patting her shoulder.

"What do you mean yours truly...your not mine..you Harley's I-I y-you-"

I gritted my teeth on annoyance interrupting her confusing rant "me and Harley are done...I don't wanna hear about her ever again, you got that?"

(Y/N) blinked looking confused for a second but quickly looked relieved "good cause you deserve better...someone who will dote on ya when ya getting to reckless, someone who understands all ya flaws and love ya even more...someone who loves ya company no matter what."

I chuckled "and who may that be, cause if ya know give me her cell number, we may hit it off hahahaha!"

She glanced at me sadly "That person is me boss, I have loved you for 7 long years...but when you told me you was incapable of love, I gave up and decided I would be content with just being in your company...till you actually fell in love with that blonde psychiatrist...it felt like a kick in the chest when I saw you so happy with her but also it made me feel at peace to see your pretty blue eyes gleam with happiness, so I gave up again but when you started spending less time with me and more with that bitch, I felt hurt...cause I-I love you so much it hurts...I was suffering so much...so I thought if I take Frost mission...maybe just maybe you would give me some of ya time and attention...I didn't know I would found out Harley was betraying you...I'm s-sorry I ruined the only thing you could possibly love, this was all my fault!" (y/n) started sobbing even harder.

I was shocked and not many things surprised me...how could I have been so blind...I had the baddest bitch right in front of me and I decided to go for a whore who wanted to betray me...no one has ever said they wanted to see me happy...in most eyes I'm a fucking monster, so why does she feel this way?

"Why do you love me?" I asked trying to stop my voice from cracking.

She grabbed my hand "cause your the most charming, funniest and smartest person I have ever met the moment I laid my eyes on you...you became my new and only drug...I addicted to you...I love you...mista J

I honestly didn't know what to do with this feeling in my chest...but I suddenly felt an urge to kiss (Y/n)...as if this would answer (Y/n)'s questions...I knew my words wouldn't have came out right...so maybe she would understand me.

After we broke away for air, I smirked at (y/n)'s panting form "I hope this isn't the concussion that's making you say this stuff."

(Y/n) chuckled and hugged me "no it's not, I love you J always and forever."

I hugged (Y/n) back "I like ya too my sexy lil sidekick, I mean who else is going to make me a tasty chocolate cake."

You giggle at his joke, enjoying he could always find the humor in any situation...for sure he was your true love.

THE END.

PEACE and DESTRUCTION my lil lemonheads.

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