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solussuperstes -- continued from here

the woman’s voice sounds impossibly, IMPRACTICALLY distant and she blinks, ignoring the shallow BEATING of her heart in her ears. mina knows full well she’s in shock. hell, she probably has been for DAYS now. a distant part of her still desperately clings to the idea that all of this is a dream, that any minute she’ll wake up and smell CODSWORTH cooking breakfast and nate will be at her side and shaun, SHAUN will be safe just a room away.

but that isn’t the case, a louder, more HONEST part of her whispers, albeit gently.

mina SHAKES her head quickly, reholsters the pistol at her side and ignores how her fingers TREMBLE. “um, i-” another BLINK, followed by a hint of a smile. “no, i’m fine, thanks.” she declines to take another look at the WITHERED thing splattered against the concrete. “just looking for, uh-, diamond city.”

arms cross and an eyebrow arches as the other woman is quite obviously on the verge of having a breakdown in front of her. the confusing part was that it seemed like she hadn’t been used to the commonwealth and all of its HELLISH creatures set out to kill everything in sight. the wideness in her eyes and the way her chest rose and lowered with much more exertion than it would have taken to kill one feral ghoul was almost unsettling to piper. 

“--right.” she responds as she studies her closely-- and she can’t really help it. there’s so many odd aspects to this woman from her vault jumpsuit to her lack of hardly any supplies on her. "what a coincidence, that’s where i’m headed.” she tries gently, resting a hand against her shoulder and leading her away from the carcass so that it was out of her eyesight. “why don’t you travel with me? it really helps to have someone watch your back out here.” the last thing she wanted was this seemingly unknowing woman to be left alone, likely to die by such a harsh way of living.

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hydrophobiic:

      the more piper kisses and caresses johanna, providing the very physical contact that she’s longed for, the further jo is pulled from the loneliness & misery that surrounded her before the woman’s arrival. for once, torture is not on her mind, nor the regular life-threatening violence she’s witnessed & partaken in. no, all she can think of is piper, piper, piper, & how STUNNING she is, how soft her lips feel against johanna’s own.

      she won’t deny that many of her dreams have went in this direction, too, but they always ended too soon, never felt as TRUE as this did. when piper touches her now, even encouraging johanna to do the same in return, johanna’s practically seeing stars. & the way piper slips her hand just under her shirt only tempts her further. sensitive to every tantalizing detail, johanna can’t help the raspy, delighted noise that escapes her, not at all minding how entirely out of breath she’s become.

     when piper breaks the kiss, she leaves johanna breathing raggedly, mouth agape, though her lips do turn upward at the feeling of piper’s lips on her jaw, down her neck. it’s enough to leave her weak in the knees & laughing lightly in the pure bliss of the moment.  “ oh, piper— keep that up, and i might just melt. ”  her leg moves to hook around piper’s, hand reaching over to gently run through the reporter’s soft, dark hair.

the only thing piper could think about was having her hands on johanna’s skin; where she could touch that would be the most memorable. how she could pull them both out of this pit of fear and hurt that they’ve both been trapped in and make everything better. the way her heart has lept up into her throat is the only slightly troubling thing daunting her mind now, afraid that the other would be able to feel it. taste it. 

instead, she focuses on getting lost in everything that johanna is. the taste of her, the way each curve of her hip fits in her hand. she’d admit that her longing thoughts of the other woman often involved this kind of interaction, but even with her vast and active imagination, nothing could compare to actually having johanna here. 

the pleased noise that leaves johanna sends visible shivers down her spine, and it’s hard to focus on the spots on her neck that specifically made her tick-- ones she couldn’t forget if she tried. there’s a raspy laugh as lips trail lower onto her collarbone, gently pushing her onto her back but holding onto the thigh that is now wrapped around her. “we can’t have that, can we?” she returned breathlessly, practically tearing a dirty shirt away from her body and continuing her path lower, situating her hips between a pair of legs that she wanted to explore just as much.

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hydrophobiic:

      johanna knows a thing or two about loneliness, herself; the past few years spent without family ( or even friends, really ) have been ridiculously hellish. even growing used to being on her own, she found herself often DESPISING such a way of living. when she met piper for the first time, it was like the first calm after an incredibly lengthy storm. a woman so kind as her seemed almost like a dream, her passion for the truth & genuinely good nature ATTRACTING johanna like a magnet.

      ever since then, being apart from piper just felt awful. even intentionally parting from her had its own special form of pain. johanna had done it in hopes of protecting piper, keeping her safe, & avoiding the truth of addiction that formed. now, though? after being back together, even for such a short time, johanna wants nothing more than to stay by her side.

     as piper replies, johanna can only stare, enamored – quiet, even, for she wants nothing more than to take in the wonderfulness of the woman so dear to her.  “ i’m right here, ” comes her sole reply, as there’s not much time for her to speak. & she doesn’t mind that at ALL when piper kisses her again. johanna eagerly reciprocates, pushing closer & smiling into the kiss. hearing piper’s whimpering only further lit johanna’s fire, causing her to let out a contented moan in response, her hand gently moving along piper’s shoulders & resting at the small of her back.

piper still has half a mind to believe that this is only another recurring dream starring the axe-wielding woman. still, somehow she knew that this was the real deal-- not only was she physically relaxed head to toe, but those dreams had never lasted nearly this long and been this detail-filled. unless it was a nightmare. and this certainly wasn’t.

the journalist could only allow herself to assume that johanna’s leaving had only to do with a want to PROTECT her and nat from anyone possibly searching for her-- anyone from a particular organization that nobody knew much of anything about. apparently johanna had at one point, but they made certain that those memories would remind her of nothing but pain and sorrow. she didn’t find it appropriate to ask exactly why she left-- not now, at least. now, she was far too content and afraid one tiny misspoken word would ruin it.

she was getting too lost in this kiss, anyway-- too breath-taken to focus on each and every tiny question floating throughout her head. it was a god-send to have such a wonderful distraction as johanna. and it certainly helped that every single thing about her that she’d noted so far was completely endearing to her. feeling hands at the small of her back and jo tugging herself closer, piper allowed a hand to drag down her body from her neck, gently rubbing at her hips and pushing the hem of her shirt up slightly to focus on soft skin.

although she was completely breathless and running out of air, she practically clung to johanna’s lips. pined after them like a bee after honey. she wanted to breathily whisper to the woman, encouraging her to keep touching her, but she couldn’t find the words. instead, she allows her hips to press forwards gently into jo’s, tearing lips apart only to drag them down a jaw and onto the side of her neck. wanting to show her just how much she’d missed her.

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hydrophobiic:

       “ all you need to do is say the word. ”  johanna winks, and she chuckles at piper’s reply to her offer. the initial intention of it was joking, of course, though considering the things she’s had to do to survive, johanna would do just about anything to keep piper safe, killing included. she’ll leave that out for now, of course, imagining that the limits of what she would and wouldn’t do were a bit too dark for a moment like this.

       hearing the reason why piper checked with the children of atom sends a new warmth in her heart.  “ thanks for that. ”  her voice is honest, truthfully honored that piper had went to make sure someone else hadn’t taken her away again. the institute was MORE than enough, & were the tables turned, jo would’ve searched for piper in a place like that, all the same.

        she won’t deny that she absolutely adores piper’s reaction upon mentions of dreaming. that bashful smile of hers is positively precious. if that alone hadn’t driven johanna wild, then the kiss that followed certainly did the job. unlike the previous, shorter ones, this lasts far longer & feels that much more intimate. she closes her eyes, reciprocating, pressing her lips to piper’s, absolutely cherishing the softness. when piper pulls herself away, it really feels too soon, though what follows captures johanna’s attention anew. she gasps – partially from being out of breath, but mostly from the fact that those three words were said aloud. words that johanna hasn’t heard in YEARS. before she can answer, she moves in closer, kissing her tenderly. 

     “ i love you, too, piper wright, ” she whispers once she’s done, pressing her forehead to the other woman’s. “ don’t be scared. as long as you’ll have me, i won’t ever leave again. ”

teeth dig against her own lower lip, watching with an amused scrunch of her nose as johanna winked-- one of the many ministrations and quirks that came with the other that she so missed. she was okay with thinking about death toward the people and creatures bent on hurting both of them-- the only thing she wanted to avoid was the thought of johanna being hurt. being taken away from her again. so she hovered close, focusing on the softness of her skin.

“of course. i’d hate to hear through the grapevine that you’d been sacrificed to the almighty radiation make-em-up man.” she joked lightly, but it was something she had been genuinely worried about for quite some time.

although both her lips and her heart were still tingling from the kiss, her breath quickened in excitement as she bared the consequence of awaiting a response. the gasp didn’t go unnoticed, her eyes wide and hands continuing to grip her face, frantically searching her expression and trying to use her journalistic skills to pick up on anything important regarding her reaction.

 she was taken out of her thoughts by johanna’s lips against her own again, getting lost in the feeling and trying to push herself impossibly closer. piper’s breathless when jo pulls away and whispers those words back to her in a soft pant against her lips, a relieved laugh leaving her. “good. please don’t.” she breathed before connecting their lips again, wrapping a hand around the back of her neck once more and releasing a pleased whimper, intertwining their legs. having someone to love and care for other than nat was new and scary, but going back to how unhappy and bitterly lonely she was before she’d met johanna and while she was gone was an even scarier notion.

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hydrophobiic:

      it’s hard not for her to smile at the protectiveness in piper’s voice, the care that she has unlike anything anyone else’s shown for johanna in years. it’s a bit thrilling, really, how incredibly kind piper is to her. she listens to what piper has to say, taking in every word with full & undivided attention.  “ how’d you get to be such a sweet and fucking incredible person, huh? ”  is her response, emitting a soft laugh.  “ you’re so important to me. i’d kill a man for you, if you ever needed me to. ”  ( special johanna mason-brand flirtation, right there. )

      mentions of the children of atom, however, brought a concerned look onto her face.  “ wait, you checked with them? that’s a pretty big move. ”  while the idea of johanna herself being anywhere near that cult was almost laughable, she’d never forgotten the tale piper told her of the hostility they’d shown – & the fact that they’d treated piper incredibly poorly.  “ good thing they they didn’t mess with you again, ”  she says in a more sincere tone.  “ if they had— done anything CREEPY to you, i would’ve never forgiven myself for not being there to punch their lights out. ”  the idea of anyone wanting to hurt piper was despicable. johanna was grateful that wasn’t the case this time around.

      in a moment, her expression softens again, and she sighed, slightly leaning into the feeling of piper’s hand along her neck. for a moment, she was quiet, listening to the sound of their breathing together, the typical commonwealth sounds of rattling weapons far enough in the distance not to be any issue for them.  “ i dreamed about you all the time, ” she all but blurted out,  “ when i was gone, i mean. i could never forget you. nobody’s ever treated me the way you have. ”

piper couldn’t help but let her eyes fall shut again, the words returned to her emitting a smile that reached them regardless. “nat. my dad. you.” she responds to her question, opening her eyes when addressing johanna. she laughs shortly after, shaking her head in disbelief. “i don’t have any requests right now, considering mcdonough’s taken care of. i’ll let you know.” she jokes, johanna’s laugh absolutely exhilarating and giving her a new burst of energy. not much, but it was there.

“i just wanted to make sure they didn’t make you their next involuntary inductee.” she admitted, blinking rapidly for a moment as she tried not to think of the same horrors she’d gone through being subjected to johanna as well. surely it wasn’t anything like what happened in the institute, but the children were monsters all their own. “they kind of just--... exist creepily. nothing i can’t handle.” she assures her, moving the hand on her neck to trace along features she’d so missed.

while the reporter usually despises silence, she feels comfortable being silent with johanna. doesn’t feel like she needs to be filling the empty air with words. she feels relaxed so she memorizes johanna’s face as best as she can, her vision beginning to blur as she was too tired to refocus it. the admittance has her smiling bashfully, and she can’t help it any longer before she’s leaning forward and connecting their lips. this time it was much more drawn out, more hopeless and unforgiving. when she can force herself away, three words leave her lips that she couldn’t stop thinking about since johanna left. “i love you,” it was her turn to blurt now, tired eyes widening slightly with panic. “i just--... i was so SCARED i’d never get to see you again. so i just wanted to... tell you... that.” she trails off with a clearing of her throat, eyes glued to her lips as she desperately awaited a response.

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hydrophobiic:

       johanna isn’t bothered by piper’s closeness in the very least. in fact, she revels in the warmth of her body, the texture of her hands, the way her body curves & the very scent of her. though jo often felt aimless in such a life as this, having piper close by grounded her.  “ talk my ear off all you want, ”  she answers, raising her eyebrows.  “ i don’t mind. i like your voice – & sleep’s usually a pain in the ass for me, anyways. maybe hearing someone other than myself for a change will help me with that. ”  if it wasn’t the general danger of the commonwealth keeping her up, it was PARANOIA that she’d get taken back by the institute or anyone else with intent of torture. it’s hard for her to feel safe anymore, especially on her own.

        when piper joins her in the bed, johanna has no problem with moving closer, laying herself down to face piper & gladly allowing her to take hold of her hand. at the inquiry, she tiredly shrugs her shoulders, grunting softly.  “ for the most part. i’ve had to fend off a few raiders here and there. —aaaand i nearly got bit by a feral ghoul the other day. that was pretty nasty. ”  an exaggerated grossed out face is made upon saying such words.  “ overall, though, i’m still kicking. ”

      free hand reaching forward, she gently takes a bit of piper’s hair and twirls it between her fingers, looking into her eyes, a glint of admiration in her own brown hues.  “ how about you, gorgeous? ”  she asks, trying consciously not to yawn.  “ you been keeping yourself safe? ” 

the words coming from johanna make her smile sadly-- she can’t imagine the horrors that remain behind a pair of beautiful closed eyes, her grip on her arm tightening slightly as she silently wished she could have been there for her. could have helped her get the rest that she so needed, and johanna would have helped her in return, she knew. “I won’t let anything else happen to you.” she promises quietly, pressing fingers against her lips afterwards.

she makes a face similar to johanna’s at the mention of ferals, shivering slightly afterwards. out of most predators in the commonwealth, they were her least favorite. still, she liked to chase them and put them down when she saw them, just so that there would be less of them. a soft chuckle of a breath leaves her nose, and she allows her eyes to fall shut at the feeling of fingers in her hair-- only for a brief moment. she didn’t want this to be over yet. “i’m glad you’re still you. still not irradiated.” 

piper doesn’t even attempt to hide the near amazement in her stare, muddy eyes taking in each tiny feature any chance she got. she nods tiredly, her other hand finding the back of johanna’s neck and playing with the soft hairs she found there. “first place i checked for you was the children of atom, where they hang out near concord. they’re really unpleasant. i thought they’d be pissed about me dipping after declaring my vision of atom, but they said that it was atom’s plan for me, or something.” she trails off with a scoff of a laugh, shaking her head.

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hydrophobiic:

         the suggestion of sleeping, including the usage of the word ‘we’ sends a shiver of excitement through johanna. the idea of laying with piper, being so close together, is much like a dream come true, & there’s nothing she wants more. she’s had NO physical contact with ANYONE ( well, no positive contact. brawling with raiders doesn’t count ) since her disappearance. she wouldn’t, honestly — would never betray piper in that way, even when there hasn’t yet been a defining word for what they are. ( she’d really like to ask piper, in due time, if she can use the word girlfriend to describe her ) 

         nodding affirmatively, johanna replies,  “ yeah. absolutely. i’ve got a… reasonably comfortable mattress around here. ”  she hesitates a decent amount when pulling away from the hug, still longing to be close. she wants to freeze the moment, to hold onto it forever, afraid to lose it – to lose HER –  though, an opportunity to lay down together is enough motivation for johanna to keep going. she gestures to a doorless doorway nearby, stepping into the room and motioning to a the makeshift bed she’s been using — basically, a mattress elevated evenly by layers of scrap metal & wood. it’s really nothing classy.

     “ it’s been a solid day or two… shit, or three, since i’ve gotten any rest, ”  comes a confession, scratching at the back of her neck, where fairly short hair has grown out. stealing a glance that’s rather full of longing at the other woman, she sits upon the bed, patting the empty space in invitation.  “ does this work all right for you? ”

since the wee hours of the first night she’d met her, piper had practically seen johanna as her significant other. certainly the most significant person she’d come across in a way that had her feeling like a hormonal, INFATUATED teenager. being exclusive with johanna was something she wouldn’t mind, although she hadn’t thought about the concept very often. truthfully, she didn’t even really know what that meant. all she knew was that she wanted johanna in whatever way she’d have her.

even when johanna pulls away from the embrace, piper remains practically attached at her hip, hands wrapping around a bicep as she walked. she had no desire to complain about the living situation the other woman had been in-- all she wanted was a place she could lay with johanna. “you ought to get some sleep, then. it’s about a half a day’s walk back to diamond city, so i’ll try not to talk your ear off all night.” she smiles, leaning to place a gentle kiss at the underside of her jaw. 

when ushered to the bed, piper plops down and sprawls out without much thought at all, turning on her side to face jo and waiting patiently for her to fully join her. “it’s perfect.” she told, reaching for her hand and toying mindlessly with her fingers. eyes watch her with rapt attention despite eyelids being visibly heavy, barely allowing the other any space. “have you stayed out of trouble?” she asks hopefully, eyes carefully training over her and searching for any injuries.

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hydrophobiic:

            there’s no one else that can make johanna’s heart stir quite like piper does. she’s absolutely DRAWN to the reporter, the warmth of her body when she leans in driving johanna wild internally. & it shows, on her face, the way her eyes are practically glued to piper, widened slightly, her breathing a bit deeper than usual. there are truthfully a lot of ( considerably intimate ) things she wants to do right now, but she holds back, and instead channels that interest into listening intently to what piper tells her.

     “ so, mayor mcdonough turned out to be mayor toaster, ” comes her reply, an intrigued tone to the slight drawl in her voice.  “ i’m glad he was exposed. the guy always seemed like kind of a dick to me, synth or otherwise. ”  her lips quirk upwards. 

      the hold she had on piper’s hand released, johanna moves closer to pull her into a second hug, much lighter this time, though never any less sincere.  “ thank you for finding me, piper, ”  she says in a manner much gentler than her typical attitude. though anger ran warm in her blood as a constant, a significant portion of her abrasion had always been for show, efforts made to intimidate and push away others. having piper around her now, she felt safe to let some vulnerability show.  “ let’s head back, huh? before those freaks at the institute start a mcdonough production line. ”

piper hadn’t thought she’d ever feel like this again-- she was afraid she’d forgotten what it felt like to be filled to the brim with happiness. it had returned to her the same moment she’d laid eyes on johanna just a few minutes before. she rests against the woman but looks up toward her face, a soft chuckle leaving her as she listened to her speak. it was almost uncanny-- the voice in her head had so often imitated johanna’s voice and way of speaking nearly perfectly, so much so that she was almost convinced she’d thought her up in her own head all this time.

“i just wonder who they’re going to make mayor now. i was going to campaign for blue, but he’s got more than enough going on.” her shoulders lift in a shrug. usually she’d be more interested and loud about a subject such as this one, but for once political matters were the furthest thing from her mind.

she can’t help the tiny contented hum that leaves her once johanna pulls her closer again, retreating to the crook of her neck and re-familiarizing herself with her scent. “i couldn’t have kept myself away if i tried.” she admitted easily, heart swelling at the gentleness in her voice-- one she’d never heard johanna use with anyone else but her. “--can we sleep first? i can’t remember the last time i slept. the sun’s almost down; i’d probably slow us down even more if we left now.” she told, although she was unsure if she would even allow herself to sleep out of fear that johanna wouldn’t be there when she awoke. she was eager to return to diamond city with her, but the only thing she wanted at the moment was to lay with johanna and revisit the feeling of being physically close to her.

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hydrophobiic:

     there’s not a moment of hesitation before johanna nods her head, quickly, a small but no less genuine smile creeping onto her face. it only grows when a kiss is planted on the corner of her mouth. the amount of relief johanna is so IMMENSE that it can barely be put into words. she’s glad  that she’s not been condemned, not been rejected by piper after such a distance she’d put between them.  “ of course, i’ll come back to diamond city with you, ” she affirms, & she leans in just a bit and places a reciprocating kiss on piper’s lips. it’s quick & sweet, almost chaste, as she doesn’t want to overwhelm or seem inappropriate at a time like this.  “ there’s nowhere else i’d rather be. ”

     her eyes do not leave piper, do not wander because she’s DAMN GRATEFUL for the woman standing before her, and all the more bent on cherishing her while they’re both very much alive.  “ i’ve missed you so fucking much. ”  a small chuckle.  “ — and nat, too. she’s a good kid. ”

     johanna’s never forgotten what it felt like to be near piper, to stay with her in that cozy little home she has. being around her & her younger sister almost felt like having a family again, something johanna was certain she’d never feel until she met piper. “ tell me. ”  the sound of piper’s voice alone has brought new life to johanna.  “ i want to hear everything. ”

there was never any anger regarding johanna’s leaving initially, although if she were being honest, there was an unimaginable sadness as well as a deep hurt-- both emotions she hadn’t felt so painfully since her parents had died. with time, though--after the commencing shock had worn off only to leave her frantically searching--she was able to properly and rationally process her emotions. she had to keep her cool along her journey if she were to find johanna, and not get killed in the process. and like in most of her dreams (during the few times she was able to get more than a wink of sleep), johanna was safe and as beautiful as ever.

johanna agreeing with her request sent her heart fluttering and her extremities tingling, not to mention the kiss placed so tenderly against her lips. eyes fall shut and she gets lost in the feeling-- one that ends far to soon and has her leaning forward even after the other pulls away. lids remain closed for a few moments, relishing in the feeling and allowing the brief instant to replay in her head over and over. the INTOXICATING feeling of having johanna again mixed with her exhaustion was dizzying, but she wouldn’t complain. not even for a second. “i’ve missed you, too. so much.” she leaned against her then, resting her head comfortably against her chest and granting most of her weight to the other woman.

“i was right, jo. mcdonough IS a synth. blue helped me expose him. they’ve got him behind bars now-- lucky bastard. if they’d have dragged him away any slower, i’d have ripped the asshole’s rusty arms from his body.” she grumbled tiredly, stifling a yawn. “i’m glad it happened when it did, though. it made me feel a little better about leaving nat there, but we ought to get back before the institute fuckers send a replacement.” 

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scribendis:

@publickpipcr gets a synth dad starter!

               a metallic-boned hand extends out of the darkness,  a cigarette tucked in between its digits.  an offering of  comfort,  of  friendship.  it had been hard to ignore the figure sitting at the counter tonight,  with not a single other soul around the market.  even takahasi’s stand is near  DESERTED  at this time of night,  far too late for  most  people.  the synth takes his place on the stool beside her,  waving off the usual robotic question of the chef.      ❛ another attempt on your life today,  huh?  do i  know  ‘em? ❜

she eyes the spiraling smoke before she sees her friend seating himself next to her, taking the offering with a thankful nod. she takes a few long drags, ignoring the way the tobacco burned the split in her lip and focusing on the headrush that momentarily soothed her throbbing wounds. she hands the cigarette back to the detective, an almost bitter chuckle passing through her nostrils as smoke escaped them. “you have a habit of befriending feral ghouls? a whole pack of ‘em cornered me on my way back from covering a story at vault 81.” she sips from a bottle of whiskey she’d found-- saw it as a reward to herself. “s’my own fault. wasn’t on high enough alert, i guess.” one could easily tell just by looking at the reporter that she was exhausted on all accounts, eyelids falling wearily every now and again.

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thefineartofbitchcraft -- continued from here

“I’ll give you that much. You were always straight up with your intentions on wanting me to help you destroy my father.” She answered with a sigh. “But it was my fault for thinking that you’d never leave me. It wasn’t like you promised me you wouldn’t. I just assumed. Shame on me for being so stupid.”

At this point, Piper can’t help but be amused at the attitude the blonde quite often had-- the one she’d even admittedly missed. “COME ON, Madison.” She starts, her tone apologetic as she reaches to tuck a golden strand behind her ear. “I’m almost never staying in Diamond City for a long time at once. That’s just the reporter life, babe. I assumed you knew that.” And she pouts a little, completely working her angle. “I’d have taken you with me, but it’s better for you here. Safer. Especially now that your robot daddy is behind bars.”

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hydrophobiic:

          when piper holds her close, johanna only leans into her so much more – any effort she’s made to distance herself has plummeted by now, outweighed by her need for contact and the fact that she’s missed piper so damn much. she barely even notices the tears streaking down her own cheeks. & when piper pulls back, johanna’s gaze just lingers, a wide-eyed stare, her lips parted slightly & her gaze flickering to piper’s. just as beautiful as she remembered.

          an overwhelmed laugh escapes her at the playful hit against her arm. “ yeah, it was real stupid of me to do that, ”  she replies. moving back just slightly, johanna takes piper’s hand between both of her own, shaking her head.  “ i never wanted to hurt you. i thought that, maybe if i backed off, you’d be safer, better off without me around— ” 

         she falters, sniffling, and she shakes her head quickly,  “ but that’s not an excuse for what i did. ”  what if something HAD happened to piper without johanna around? the commonwealth was full of terrors, and being a reporter only increased infamy among the wrong people. even without johanna’s vicious cycle of dying loved ones, piper could’ve been endangered, & not being able to protect her would’ve DESTROYED johanna. there was no point in denying that she cared – she was in this for the long haul. “ i’m sorry for scaring you, babe. i fucked up, ”  she murmured softly, her hold tightening.  “ what can i do? how can i make this up to you? i’m not going anywhere anymore. i swear. ”

despite the moisture now trailing down her face, the reporter is sporting a giant grin that she didn’t recall feeling since the last time she’d seen johanna. eyes flicker up and down her form--as best as she can with their proximity--almost frantically. she’d seemingly gotten most of her weight back-- she was no longer the skeletal shell she’d seen right before she’d left. any sign of what the institute had done to her was practically gone, and she had to bite down hard on her lip to not bounce where she was standing with glee.

“not stupid,” she starts, moving a hand to gently cup her face and wipe away the trail of salty drops while completely ignoring her own. “if i were in your position, i would have likely done the same thing.” she admits with little regret, her hands focusing on the shape of her jaw now. “nobody’s safe in the commonwealth, darlin’. all we have is the luck of the draw.”

she shakes her head at johanna’s blatant remorse, her expression holding nothing but admiration that hadn’t left when the other did. sure, piper had nat and nick and her other few friends back home, but without johanna she never really felt safe. never really felt whole. not to mention the constant fear that something had happened to her-- that she’d run away because whatever unknown horrors at the institute had come back to retrieve her once more. “STOP. as much as i hated not having you around, i appreciate what you tried to do.” she assured her, leaning forward to place a lingering kiss against the corner of her mouth while squeezing the hand around her own. “--come back to diamond city with me? nat’s been asking about you, and i have so much to tell you.”

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hydrophobiic:

       up until now, her plan of avoiding piper in order to keep her safe had seemed entirely sensible. now, though? well, the very look on piper’s face sent johanna’s heart ablaze with nothing but raw emotion: regret, mostly, & some sense of being honored that piper would care so much to look for her, after so much time. had the positions been switched, there’s no doubt jo would’ve done the same. ( within a heartbeat, at that. ) she would’ve been blind not to notice the moisture accumulating in the other woman’s eyes, the tremble in her lips, the way her voice came out broken.

      johanna doesn’t think. she just steps over, nearly trips over her own damn feet to get to piper. there’s just a second where she pauses, breath escaping her tired lungs unsteadily, before she wraps her arms around the reporter, embracing her in a hold that’s perhaps a bit too tight.

     “ yeah— it has– ”& she buries her face in piper’s shoulder, her own body beginning to shake under the weight of her own emotion.  “ fuck, fuck, i’m so sorry, piper. i’m sorry i put you through that, i didn’t think you’d look, i— ”  something halfway between a laugh & a sob crashes through her. “ i should’ve stuck around, or said something, i– i just didn’t want you to DIE because of me. ”

it feels like her heart stops beating as she waits for a response from the other, her breath stuck in her lungs and her hands beginning to tremble. for some reason, her expression holds fear as johanna approaches her. not that she would strike her or be hostile, but fear that this was just another dream that starred the stunning apparition that came into her life and went all too quickly. behind closed eyes, as soon as johanna would make contact with her, piper would be sitting up straight in a dark room and a cold bed. 

but now she’s actually being embraced, actually feeling johanna around her again. a deep and shaky relieved breath leaves her and her arms come up to warmly return the absolutely alleviating gesture. eyes slowly fall shut as it slowly sinks in that this is real, and her grip slowly becomes more and more firm, afraid that the slightest bit of weakness would send johanna slipping through her limbs, only to disappear into nothingness.

 a hand comes up to rest against the back of her head, a quiet, almost doubtful chuckle leaving her. “you’re okay.” the pleased tears are evident in her voice, focusing solely on the words leaving the other’s mouth so deliciously close to her ear. she pulls away only slightly so that she can see her, noses nearly touching. “i’m not angry.” she assures her, her voice a whisper only loud enough for her to hear. “that’d be a pretty good way to go, if you ask me.” she smiles, getting lost in her features briefly and the overwhelming feeling of having her close again. suddenly, a hand comes up to strike her arm with a playful amount of strength. “you scared the shit out of me, johanna mason.”

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hydrophobiic -- continued from here

    unforgettable. a voice like that was unforgettable. it had pained johanna more than anything to distance herself from piper like she had — with her track record of DEAD LOVED ONES, though, it only seemed like the best option. keep piper away SAFE. that had been her goal.

    & still, after all of it, her voice was unforgettable. ironically. it was almost ignorable, as if the woman was little more than a voice in the back of her head, an apparition orhallucination. yet, when johanna turned around, she saw her. real. alive. safe. ( was it because of the distance? )

    “ oh, fuck — piper. hey. ” the name was said with a strange mixture of fear and relief. (fear of rejection, probably, in spite of her. ) “ how long is a while? ”

the words fall from her mouth unexpectedly-- she’d spent months searching all throughout the commonwealth for a woman she was sure she’d imagined in her head from the time she’d shown up badly wounded on her doorstep (not once, but twice). there was no resentment, no anger-- her time alone was spent thinking of nothing but what she’d say if she were to find johanna. so many questions. why did you leave? are you okay? did the institute find you again? have you stayed out of trouble?

but instead, her first instinct was to make it about herself. she kicks herself mentally, her heart sinking even further into her stomach at the sight of her when she turns to face her. when she hears that voice saying her name. moisture gathers within muddy hues, her lips tremble and dirty fingernails dig into her own palm. 

at her inquiry, her shoulder lifts in a tiny, barely-there shrug, and her astounded stare falters. “a few months.” she wants to move to embrace her, but her feet are seemingly stuck-- she’d trekked endlessly through the commonwealth in her frantic search, but now her entire body felt like dead weight. all she could do was flicker her eyes over familiar features. oh, how she’d changed. her voice is caught in her throat as silence overwhelms her, and the briefest of smiles tugs her lips. “your hair’s grown back.” is all she can think to observe aloud-- weakly, at best. a woman known for being loud and outspoken suddenly at a loss for words. 

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“Fuck” Sentence Starters

Angry

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

“Fuck this.”

“Get the fuck out of here.”

“Who the fuck are you?”

“Fuck that!”

“I fucking hate him/her/them/you.”

“Fuck. FUCK. FUUUUCK!”

“Shut the fuck up.“

“Get your fucking act together.”

“Keep your shitty nose out of my fucking business.”

“Leave me alone, or I’ll fuck you up.”

“Get your fucking hands off of me!”

“Stay the fuck away from me.”

“Who stole my fucking shit?!”

“Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to?”

“You wanna fucking go, punk?”

“Get the fuck over it.”

“Where the fuck have you been?”

“What the fuck do you want from me?”

Sad

“Fuck life.” 

“No, I’m not fucking over it.”

“Why the fuck did he/she/they have to go and die?”

“What the fuck am I supposed to do now?”

“Why did things have to go so fucking wrong?”

“I’m gonna eat fifty fucking cartons of ice cream and then pass out and die like a warrior.”

“Try to fucking stop me from leaving my room. It’s not gonna happen.”

“The love of my life just decided that I was worth fucking nothing.”

“I fucking miss him/her/them.”

“Who the fuck cares?”

“All of this fucking shit was for nothing.”

“I fucked up my own life.”

“I can’t believe I did this fucking shit all over again.”

Insults

“Fuck you!”

“I fucked your mom last night.” 

“You’re a fucking asshole.”

“You just think you’re fucking hilarious, don’t you?” 

“Who the fuck died and made you king/queen/ruler?” 

“Go to fucking hell, you piece of shit!”

“Go fuck yourself.”

“Motherfucker!”

“Wow, that’s fucking small.”

“Get the fuck over yourself.”

Sexy

“Fuck me.”

“I don’t ‘make love’, I fuck.”

“I’d fuck you all night long.”

“You look like a fucking dog in heat.”

“You look so fucking hot right now.”

“Fuck–faster~”

“FUCK, I’m gonna come!”

“I’ll fuck you right here, right now.”

“Babe, fuck–not here.”

“You’re one cocky motherfucker. Let’s go back to my place.”

“I want to bend you over and fuck you until you can’t walk.”

“I want you to fuck me until I can’t walk.”

“F-fuck–please–~”

“I’d let you fuck me any day.”

“You better use a fucking condom.”

“Tell me what you want me to fucking do to you.”

“Do you want me to fuck you while everyone’s watching?”

“Fuck, it’s big.”

“Let’s make a fucking baby.”

Situations

“Give me a break. I’m in the fucking hospital.”

“How are YOU mad at ME when I’m the one who’s in FUCKING JAIL?”

“Help me set this fucking thing on fire.”

“I’m gonna need a fucking lawyer.”

“This is all YOUR fault, you dumb fuck.”

“It’s not MY fault we’re in fucking handcuffs.”

“Fuck, I’m so wasted.”

“What the fuck did we do last night?”

“Where the fuck am I?”

“Fuck. SHIT. There goes my car.”

“Wait–fuck. Isn’t that my house?”

“Fuck it. Might as well have fun, if we’re going to get caught.”

“Why the fuck do you have gasoline?”

“Where the fuck did that baby come from?!”

“It’s not a party until someone almost fucking dies.”

“FUCK, you scared the shit out of me!”

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