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atomicwrangler2016-11-03 06:15 pm
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Atomic Wrangler Kink Meme, Part I
Welcome to the Atomic Wrangler Kink Meme! Prompt, write, and draw same-gender Fallout pairings, and comment on fills that other people leave!
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two redheads walk into a bar, (Cass/Cait, gen)
(Anonymous) 2016-11-08 07:48 pm (UTC)(link)"Yeah, well, lots of things are gonna kill me way sooner," she said, thumping the bottle against the counter for good measure. "I'll take this over some fuckin' Cazador, Irish."
Cait made a sour face at the nickname (her face looked always sour so it was hard to tell, but Cass was learning). She sat down next to Cass. "What's a fuckin' Cazador?"
"Like a Deathclaw with wings." Cass scrunched her eyes and made a face. "Well, with a stinger instead of claws. And it... flies and shit. And... fuck, I don't know. Just take those Stinkwings in the Commonwealth and make them a dozen times worse. That's a Cazador."
Cait made a sound somewhere between a laugh and a snort. "It's Stingwing, love. How much'd you drink?"
Cass seemed to think that over. Or just decided to stare at the noodle robot, Cait wasn't sure. "Not enough," Cass finally settled on. "You want some?"
Cait made an even more sour face than before, short of an outright glare, and Cass understood immediately.
"Fuck, sorry. I know you had some drug shit going on. I shouldn't have- sorry."
Cait's lips were in a thin line, before she snorted. "It's fine, love. Just don't wanna replace one shitty addiction with another."
"Yeah..." Cass licked her lips, laughing nervously. "Hey, maybe I'm gonna stop drinking too when I get tired of it. In 20 years or something."
"You're fucking shite at this supporting thing." Cait said, but looked amused nonetheless.
"Sorry. I know I'm not good at it." Cass mumbled, looking away as the took a listless sip of her bottle.
"You deal with it better than some other people." Cait had an almost pained look in her eyes as she said it, looking as if though she wanted to vent about it, but not sure if she should.
"What's that mean?" Cass asked, hoping it was enough to make sure Cait knew she could talk about it.
"You sure? I can complain all fuckin' day once I get going." Cait sounded flippant, but Cass knew her well enough at this point to hear the nervousness beneath it.
"Complain away, Irish."
Cait frowned, but seemed relieved at the same time. "Don't call me that. Anyhow... it's just..." She looked frustrated as she struggled to form what was on her mind, raising her fist. Cass barely refrained from flinching in surprise as Cait's fist came down on the counter, and was on the receiving end of a seething glare from her all of a sudden.
Cass responded by giving her a, what she hoped, understanding look in return. "It's alright, don't force yourself," she said as gently as she could... which wasn't that much, but it seemed to help."
"Fuck, sorry. It just pisses me off, is all." Cait grunted, not really seeming all that sorry, but that was cool with Cass, who was of the opinion that letting one's anger out was perfectly natural and healthy. "I'm sure you have better things to do than listen to this self pity shite anyhow."
"Nah. Veronica is reading through every fuckin' newspaper Diamond City ever produced. Or maybe she's too busy staring at the one producing them all," she waggled her eyebrows suggestively, making Cait do another snort-laugh (and fuck, she loved that ugly sound). "Arcade is probably busy lecturing the city's doctor. Or busy fucking him. Or doing both at the same time. And Six, well, I'd bet she's rescuing some little girl's baby kitten from a tree, but still manages to scare the shit out of her because she always looks at you like she just spent Christmas alone in a ditch while it rained and it was all your fault."
Cass grinned proudly while she listened to the sound of Cait's laughter, deciding that she would try to make her laugh more from now on. "That Courier does look like a fuckin' ice queen. Nora seems to like her, though."
"Six seems to like Nora too." Cass mused. "Hell, they're both do-gooders and shit. Your leader is just nicer about the whole thing."
"My leader?" Cait asked, almost sounding offended. Then she made a look that could only be described as a pout, but she'd probably punch you in the face if you called it that so Cass wisely didn't. "Well, fuck, guess she is."
They were quiet for a while, straddling the line between awkward and comfortable. "I still wanna listen to you vent, if you don't mind." Cass said, hoping it sounded the right mix between casual and supportive.
Cait licked her lips, still looking somewhat unsure. "Fuck. It's just... before I sat down on that magical cure machine I hoped Nora and the others wouldn't treat me with pity afterwards, you know? I thought being pitied was fucking condescending. And I wasn't really close with anyone 'cept Nora, and I guess Piper, anyhow. But..." Silence again, for a short while. "Fuck, after a while I fuckin' WANTED some pity, you know? I went through a lot of shite. I know I'm a selfish piece of shite, but-"
"Cait." Cass put a hand on the other woman's shoulder and squeezed it reassuringly. "Ain't nothing wrong with wanting to be pitied for that. I mean it."
Cait didn't seem to acknowledge the hand on her shoulder, but she did calm down a little. "Yeah. I guess. It's not like it was Nora's fault. I know she cares about me a lot. I mean, I told her not to pity me, so it's my fault."
"No one likes to admit they want some pity." Cass said, and she hoped she got the gentle tone right this time. "It's not your fault, and it's probably not her fault either. Sometimes shit's just complicated."
Cait laughed. It didn't sound as bitter as Cass expected. "You're a shite philosopher, love. But I know what you mean."
Another silence followed, although it was a lot less awkward than the last.
"Sometimes..." Cait looked down on her lap, leaving Cass to only imagine the guilt in her eyes. "Sometimes I'm just sick of feeling all this. Sometimes I just want to be numb again. Not the drugs, fuck no, but another bad habit. Like your whiskey." She nodded to the bottle standing in front of Cass.
"I'm not gonna tell you not to drink." Cait stared at her, surprised. Cass laughed. "It'd be pretty fuckin' hypocritical. But you gotta think about it carefully. Drinking helps me cope with my baggage and shit, but it also makes me feel terrible sometimes."
"But it works for you, doesn't it?"
Cass frowned at that, thinking about the question. "Yeah, guess it does. For now, at least. But it's different for everyone. Alcohol might help you cope, but it might make things worse too." She laughed, humorlessly. "I'm fuckin' shit at this, aren't I?"
"You're not." Cait said, the intensity of it throwing Cass off a little. "I mean it. You're not telling me off for being tempted, or guilting me, or making me feel like a weak piece of garbage. You're honest and..." She trailed off, looking embarrassed. "Fuck, thanks for talking to me about this. I appreciate it."
Cass grinned, feeling her cheeks heat up at the praise. "No problem. Talking about it made me feel a bit better too, actually." Cass said, hoping that was enough to free Cait of any unwarranted guilt she might still have for venting to her. And it was true anyway. "Hey, if you ever need someone to vent to you know where to find me."
"At the bar, drinking?" Cait asked sarcastically.
"Yup!"
Cait snorted. "It's almost afternoon. Put your damn bottle away and let's get somethin' to eat. I'm inviting you."
"What, like a date?" She meant it jokingly, but Cait gave her a sly look and suddenly leaned in closely.
"Do you want it to be, love?" Cait whispered.
Cass felt the good kind of shiver run up her spine. She licked her lips. "I'm paying."
"I'm the one who's inviting you." Cait countered.
"Don't care."
In reponse, Cait abruptly placed her right elbow on the counter and looked at Cass expectantly. "We're gonna armwrestle for it."
Cass felt her lips curl up in a smile. Oh, she liked Cait a lot.
"Wonder if kissing you is gonna taste like whiskey."
God, she REALLY liked Cait a lot.
Re: two redheads walk into a bar, (Cass/Cait, gen)
(Anonymous) 2016-11-12 08:09 am (UTC)(link)Re: two redheads walk into a bar, (Cass/Cait, gen)
(Anonymous) 2016-11-13 02:01 am (UTC)(link)Re: two redheads walk into a bar, (Cass/Cait, gen)
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