#hardlcve

@hardlcve asked: "I'm starting to think that John wasn't the best choice." Of people to fall for. "Thinkin' maybe I should just..." Maybe I should just get over him and move on.

"What are you talkin' 'bout?" Maybe he shouldn't be surprised by that comment, with John ignoring both her and Jack, being useless as always, but he was still his brother and he would try to fix that relationship, one way or another.

@hardlcve asked: "Stop complaining! I got enough of Jack and John and I ain't got room for you too. At least.. at least do it for me." Suppose everyone is getting on edge with the wind of change through the camp.

"'Cuz I'm the goddamn errand boy of the camp, ain't I?" Arthur grunted as he rolled his eyes. However, could he say no to Abigail and Jack? Especially when John was a ne'er-do-well piece of crap? He pressed his lips together in frustration, sighing while cursing John under his breath.

the  newest  camp        was  situated  in  the  worst  of  the  heat  of  nevada  .  hidden  from  all  in  the  wasteland  but  dear  hearts  and  gentle  people  he  called  substitute  family  .  saspirilla  bottles  ,  empty  and  tossed  .  the  fire  bellowing  in  the  afternoon  light  ,  as  to  keep  the  roaches  away  .  but  there  was  little  comfort  for  the  wanderer  .  arriving  back  to  a  near  empty  area  ;  no  noise  bar  the  footsteps  rushed  and  emergent  .

                                                   𝒖𝒏𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒅       @hardlcve : "Arthur.. they took him." Abigail's breath, panting. Exhaustion       in her face. "Jack.. Dutch and Micah.." She could feel her legs getting weak,                 the need for rest but no, she must go forward.  [ fallout verse! ]

   a  tenseness  ,  like  goosebumps  spreading  over  his  sunburnt  skin  ,  in  his  musces  ,  and  rigid  jaw  .  the  anger  filled  into  his  entire  nervous  system  ,  needing  to  release  ,  but  it  festered  well  in  the  pit  of  his  lungs  ,  straining  his  voice  low  and  cold  .

"  calm  yourself  ,  calm  .  "        spoken  with  the  last  softness  in  his  heart  .       "  where  ?  where  were  they  headed  ?  "        violent  intent  lay  hidden  in  calm  voice  ,  bubbling  inside  .

What did she think? "It's spooky." That's what, but exploring a place like this for any remaining loot was right up her alley. If anything it'd make for a great story at school, especially since her classmate Charlie Jones called her a coward the week before. Typical tropes about girls being scared of haunted and abandoned places.

Fingers gripped the handle and soon Beth was inside. The foyer was dark and musty smelling of old books and dust covered everything as if none of the items hadn't been used in literal years.

"How come this place got abandoned, Mama?" she asked as her lithe fingers brushed against the banister getting a bit of dust on her fingertips in the process. "Was it the war or something else?"

The war, as she knew it, ended long before her birth and as for the 'something else' the time of being an Outlaw was either slowly nearing its end or had already. "Was it the Outlaws that did this?" she asked, her tone a bit more excited than it should have been. "Think Arthur might have been here too?"

“what do you take me for, woman? Of course I did!” he pats his coat for a cigarette, glaring at a lady who’s frowning back at him “what?! It’s a public place, I got right to yell anywhere I want, fuck off!” in which, woman so politely mumbles something about mountain people having no manners and going to sit somewhere else away from their seat.

The reason of being ‘bitter’ is hardly Abigail’s fault, he never wanted to be paired with her, never wanted to have a son! Ugh, that kid looks more like Dutch or Arthur’s son than his! He’s not even close in feature to his dad! If we want to imagine John is his real father here.

The train whistles echoes around the meadow around them, sun setting low in the horizon and John can see the swamp lands far away laying in silence and peace, surrounded by a heavy mist.

“if you so wanted a vacation, you had to drag Arthur or Tilly here with you.” He can’t believe he agreed to this. well, he did not. It was just Arthur who forced him to go with her. him and Hosea both!

“just wake me up when we arrive there, will you?” or maybe won’t. John prefers to sleep in the train for the rest of this ‘vacation’ instead of going with Abigail to spend the night at that hotel. What he got himself into?!

"I....I really hope not..." John chuckled almost silently as he moaned softly at their love making, panting in low whispers at her sweet rocking. "Don't think about them....mnmgh....just try to enjoy it....t...the hell if they see it..." He barely could speak, feeling her so wild and so tight against him. It was such a special moment– when he approached her, said he loved her, he never intended, never even imagined it would end up that— she fucking him whenever she felt like— he just...loved her. He thought he was ugly and weird...for her...but somehow she liked that...and damn....how she liked. "Maybe you are a best...and you just don't know yet....mnmgh...."

At some point, he just arched his head back and enjoyed it, let Abigail release all her beast like urges and desires on him, he couldn't do much but to start moaning more as he got closer to coming. "Christ....mnghh..." The way he was crying in pleasure, yes, if there was anyone around the definitely would have heard. "Mnmgh...I like....I like your beast...." He was blushing so hard, absolutely red when he came, sighing in the end, relaxing. "Y....you don't stop...."John chuckled, feeling so appreciated she had accepted him and chosen him to make love to. He felt so lucky, so special. She was everything to him.