#smokefools

[widwer]

@smokefools: stop - muse a holds muse b back from walking back out into the fray //from jimmy xoxox

"are you fuckin' jokin'?" he's got jimmy's blood on his hands. he looks up at him in anger, presuming these are his last seconds in the quiet eye of the storm, and he regifts that blood, printing it red and wet across the unstained side seams of his shirt.

beverly takes firm hold, but doesn't dig his heels in. if jimmy wants to move, he'll just slide along behind him.

"you silly fucking—" he's off the clock. "—cunt."

[dxsole]

LÁZARO VEGA🪴

Repost & fill in the words you most associate with your character!

animal: sloth in a sports car

colour: emerald green & gold

month: july

song: Finesse - Bruno Mars Feat. Cardi B

number: 3

day or night: day

plant: Dracaena trifasciata Snake Plant

smell: fresh soil, whiff of rose, weed, Cuba Gold

season: summer

food: Alcapurrias

astrological sign: sagittarius

element: earth

drink: passionfruit juice with a splash of gin if he's feeling zesty

TAGGED BY: @smokefools // bros 4 lyfe TAGGING: @troublesomecousin, @hunt-the-hare, @miidnighters, @doyl1st, @rennisaturate, and anyone else that would like to do this~!

[hunt-the-hare]

@smokefools liked for a lyric starter !! Fortunate Son - Creedence Clearwater Revival

               "  Some  folks  are  born,  silver  spoon  in  hand.  Lord  don't  they  help  themselves.  "

[miidnighters]

@smokefools | Jimmy said ❝ are they trying to put me in a hospital for two years ? i mean, it’s bad. it is bad."

"Would it even stick that long?"

Billie thinks not - there's something about him, now. He's not like he was, and if he's not an option for her to nibble on, then it's unlikely that he'll ever be in hospital again.

Still, she fusses. Of course she fusses. Sets out the first aid and soothes a hand over the crown of his head - all while donning a silly little nurse's cap she's picked up from who knows where.

It's not illness that catches him anyway, it's the large gash in his side from who knows what that Billie knows it's up to her to patch up.

(Even if they did put Jimmy in the hospital, how would they explain... well. How would they explain?)

"I can stitch it up, baby, but it may not be pretty. You've got something? I've only got over-the-counter's for headaches."

[widwer]

@smokefools, continued.

“to clarify,” is all he’s got for a good few seconds. how anyone operating with a different compass to jimmy’s could begin to clarify their position is beyond him. when he’s seen a bewildering narrative through to its end in his head. “fuckin’ell.”

bev holds out a hand, palm down and placating, not just for jimmy but for both of them. breathe, yourself. it hasn’t happened yet.

“i do not want you to fuck his wife.” is it a strange time to be flattered? these are unfathomable lengths for him to go to. he makes him nervous? “i do not want him dead.”

not much he can say about having his face known, unless jimmy is interested in hearing the woeful little tale behind beverly’s complete disregard for his own safety.

“but i am, i think, touched.”

[hunt-the-hare]

@smokefools

                Throat bobs around nothing as she swallow, pupils the size of dinner plates. Fingers have an unnatural grip on the twenty dollar bill that's wound so fucking tight. She can't help it.

                " Do you know how nice I am t'these people ?? " She asks, hands making a grand gesture. " I give and I give and it's like... all they fuckin' do is take, ya know ?? I asked this guy if he wanted a coke- not this coke, " She points to the microwave plate covered in a small pile of white powder. " And he said no. Gave him a fuckin cup anyways for like some water or whatever, and guess what I find at his table ?? " Holly answers for him before he can answer himself. " A COKE. I swear, Jimmy, these people want me dead. " It was a bit of a stretch for something as simple as that.

                Holly leans in, about to put bill to nose, make that white line disappear, but she pulls back a moment.

                " Y'even listenin', Jimmy ?? Or should I start talkin' about how Rachmaninoff is better than Chopin, would that get your attention ?? "

[parvumchao]

@smokefools sent: "I'm not brave. I'm just tired of being afraid." from jimmy | always accepting!

How many times had she said she was done with Jimmy? Twenty? A thousand? Didn't really matter with him sitting across from her, in her kitchen once again.

At least he's being honest this time, Bullet thought to herself as she gazed at him, a studying sort of look and heavy pause as she awaited some outburst or quick turn Jimmy was kind of known for. When he just sat there in silence, disheveled and deeply tired, she made a move.

Getting up from her own seat, Bullet knelt in front of the man, trying to catch his eyes so they could meet hers, so she knew he was actually listening.

"You don't gotta be brave." She placed a gentle hand on his, feeling his warmth. She half-expected his skin to be cold, like he was dead, because he certainly looked it. "And it's okay to be scared. Here, anyway. With me."

Maybe Jimmy needed this, a safe space, or someone to listen and not expect anything. Maybe he just needed to feel a little human again.

"Just let yourself breathe for a little bit. You don't gotta do anythin' but that, baby."

[dxsole]

I want you to take the money. //from jimjam!!!

THIS REALLY SHOULDN'T BE THIS DIFFICULT | NOT ACCEPTING

Kidd hadn't moved the entire time. No increase in heart rate. No hyperventilation. He's hardly even blinked.

No, he's just stood there, looking, something inquisitive behind his eyes that appeared more animal than person. Primal really, rather than predatory. Regardless, he's still a witness.

A witness that doesn't quite seem to grasp what's happening. "...Uh, why?" A wad thicker than he's ever seen is being waved in his face. There are some red flecks on the edge of his battered Converse that now shimmy from side to side as he attempts to parse through this social interaction, not even aware that he's failing.

"I don't know what to do with that." The money, he means.