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Pride Cometh - L/M - R
Title: Pride Cometh
Author:shocolate
Pairing: Luke/Malachy
Words: 413
Rating: R
Warning : actual SPOILERS for Cherrybomb, including quoted dialogue, not just speculation.
For my belovedoncelikeshari and scribhneoir1…thank you for seeing an amazing film with me… we should do it again, some time… look at me, dedicating a fic to the entire fandom!
Pride Cometh
****
I don't tape on the first date; I pride myself on that fact.
Ah, would you look at him. Look. At. That. Grin.
Pride, indeed, and why shouldn't he be proud?
He won the race, fair and square, my boy. Fucked the filly, shagged the slag, bagged the boss's daughter. 'Course, I won't say no if I ever get a shot at sloppy seconds, but first I have to hear every detail.
Every filthy, dirty detail, and he's the one with the A in English, so he'll paint me a beautiful picture.
I don't kiss and tell.
That's absurd. Not tell his best mate about some bird. His best mate? He knows we tell each other everything. Full disclosure. Who was the first person he told when he first got fish fingers? Didn't I tell him when a bird put her friggin' finger up my arse?
My friggin' arse!
Yes, and I did not wish to know that.
No way.
According to the sacred rules of best matedom, he cannot tell me nothing. He cannot sit there with that shit eating grin on his face and that padlock around his neck and tell me nothing.
I'll have him up before the best mates bench; he won't walk straight for a week when I've finished with him, the secretive bastard.
We're in this together, all the way, and I have a God given right to know.
Just as we're getting down to it, her old fella walks in.
Fuck off. No way.
Wait a minute.
He didn't actually fuck her.
He's sitting there smiling like a retard, and he didn't actually fuck her. What's the matter with him? All bets are still on, Malachy, my boy.
I don't care where else you put yer old fella.
No fuck. You had your chance, and you blew it.
She blew me.
This calls for a celebration.
Look at him, so happy. So happy he sort of, nearly, almost beat the master. I could let him think he's won; it obviously means a lot to him, and he did come straight here to tell me all about it.
The thing is. This girl. I really like her.
What?
He likes her?
How can he like some little tart who'd sleep with both of us?
He's not supposed to fall for her, the idiot. He's not supposed to go all soppy over some. Little. Tart.
Ah, would you look at him.
Pride, indeed, and pride cometh, Mal.
Title: Pride Cometh
Author:
shocolatePairing: Luke/Malachy
Words: 413
Rating: R
Warning : actual SPOILERS for Cherrybomb, including quoted dialogue, not just speculation.
For my beloved
oncelikeshari and scribhneoir1…thank you for seeing an amazing film with me… we should do it again, some time… look at me, dedicating a fic to the entire fandom!Pride Cometh
****
I don't tape on the first date; I pride myself on that fact.
Ah, would you look at him. Look. At. That. Grin.
Pride, indeed, and why shouldn't he be proud?
He won the race, fair and square, my boy. Fucked the filly, shagged the slag, bagged the boss's daughter. 'Course, I won't say no if I ever get a shot at sloppy seconds, but first I have to hear every detail.
Every filthy, dirty detail, and he's the one with the A in English, so he'll paint me a beautiful picture.
I don't kiss and tell.
That's absurd. Not tell his best mate about some bird. His best mate? He knows we tell each other everything. Full disclosure. Who was the first person he told when he first got fish fingers? Didn't I tell him when a bird put her friggin' finger up my arse?
My friggin' arse!
Yes, and I did not wish to know that.
No way.
According to the sacred rules of best matedom, he cannot tell me nothing. He cannot sit there with that shit eating grin on his face and that padlock around his neck and tell me nothing.
I'll have him up before the best mates bench; he won't walk straight for a week when I've finished with him, the secretive bastard.
We're in this together, all the way, and I have a God given right to know.
Just as we're getting down to it, her old fella walks in.
Fuck off. No way.
Wait a minute.
He didn't actually fuck her.
He's sitting there smiling like a retard, and he didn't actually fuck her. What's the matter with him? All bets are still on, Malachy, my boy.
I don't care where else you put yer old fella.
No fuck. You had your chance, and you blew it.
She blew me.
This calls for a celebration.
Look at him, so happy. So happy he sort of, nearly, almost beat the master. I could let him think he's won; it obviously means a lot to him, and he did come straight here to tell me all about it.
The thing is. This girl. I really like her.
What?
He likes her?
How can he like some little tart who'd sleep with both of us?
He's not supposed to fall for her, the idiot. He's not supposed to go all soppy over some. Little. Tart.
Ah, would you look at him.
Pride, indeed, and pride cometh, Mal.