#THANK YOU for this question gage I fucking love talking about stuff I like

[asimovsideburns]

Okay I /think/ I've asked this before but I can't find the original question if I did: What are some of your all-time favorite podcasts and what makes them stand out to you?

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LOVE to talk about podcasts!!!

(not in any particular order)

1) Welcome to Night Vale. A classic. The first podcast I ever listened to, and in fact I didn’t even really know what a podcast was, I just used my computer to go to the website and play the episodes there. I dropped off at some point, but then eventually got into podcasts and actually knew what they were, so I picked it back up again. I still am not current.

WtNV was an amazing, incredible thing to me! It had surreal horror-comedy, which I had never encountered before; it was a way for me, a person who hates scary stuff, to finally enjoy what other people loved so much. It had music I’d never heard before! It had a canon gay main character in the first episode!!! WtNV was, in many ways, a formative experience for me. It also has the single scariest moment I’ve ever experienced. I do miss the days when it was all over tumblr, honestly, it was so incredibly fun.

2) The Adventure Zone (and, in spot 2.1, My Brother, My Brother, and Me). If WtNV was my introduction to podcasts, this was the beginning of my personal podcast explosion. Seeing all the animatics for this, along with the clips from the MBMBaM tv show, is what got me to figure out things like “what is a podcast actually” and “how do I listen to podcasts easily” and “who the fuck are these mcelroy guys”.

I decided, okay, everybody’s talking about them. They seem pretty funny. I’m going to check them out. So what did I do? Did I treat it like a normal person? Of course not! I listened to every mbmbam up until the first taz episode, then I listened to every taz episode, and then I finished the mbmbam episodes. I listened basically every waking moment of every day. TAZ is the second thing I’ve ever written fic for (and the first podcast). I will, for the rest of my life, fondly remember the weeks I spent with the constant company of the podcasts in my ears.

3) Not Another DnD Podcast. I think this was my second actual play podcast. It’s extremely good! You just… really do have to power through the first bit, which is… something. Like, “I put the podcast down and only came back to it because of podcast withdrawals” something. I was just very uncomfortable! It’s a podcast that is often funny, often crude, and, surprisingly, often very touching. If you’ve ever seen the full “what an honor. what an injustice.” quote, this is where it’s from, and if you told me that while I was listening to the first episode I would never have believed you. Fondest moments are watching the campaign 1 finale in a livestream with just so many other people and texting my mom the truly unbelievable amounts of damage one of the characters was doing to the final boss every single turn, and the incredibly wild charity livestream they did where they had a bunch of CR1 or less creatures fight in an arena, tournament style, with donations affecting what happened—draw from the deck of many things and the animated armor gets banished! someone else draws the wish card and brings it back! it gets annihilated again! resurrected again!

It really is just a lot of fun, and the cast’s chemistry and friendship shines through at every moment.

4) Let’s Make a Music. Brian David Gilbert, Laura Kathryn Gilbert, and (depending on the season) either Jonah Scott or Karen Han take tweet suggestions themed around a prompt word and turn them into songs. Very fun, and they’re pretty dang good at the music thing, too.

5) Wow If True. This is a pretty recent one! I don’t usually go for podcasts where it’s just, like, people discussing things and sometimes interviewing people, but I follow one of the hosts here on tumblr so I was willing to give it a shot, and I’m glad I did! The concept is that it’s all about memes, but in practice it’s really more about just… existing on the internet? It’s not a comedy podcast, like most of the other stuff I listen to is, but it’s super interesting!

The hosts have great chemistry, they’re fun to listen to, and the editing and audio quality is quite frankly way better than any podcast I’ve listened to that isn’t making a lot of money and/or done by Professional Recording People (whether that’s musicians or people who do many podcasts or whatever). It’s a great way to 1) hear about the New Memes that are going on outside your bubble (or figure out what the hell is going on inside your bubble) and 2) get some interesting info on how other people interact with the internet. Recently they talked about disability and accessibility both on and off the internet, which was really cool.

6) Second Star To The Left. Alright, bringing it back around to WtNV-style audio dramas, SSTTL is my newest podcast. It’s also the one I’ve been the best at keeping current with so far, but that’s mainly because I started listening when there was still only one episode. It’s funny how you find things—I followed someone for her fanfic, and then years later read some of her original work, and then like literally a couple of weeks later she revealed that she had co-written a podcast, so naturally I had to give it a listen.

It’s about a scout who goes to an alien world to make it habitable for human life. She’s canonically disabled (prosthetic leg) and her scout-minder, who is the only person in the universe with a direct voice line to her, is a nonbinary person who uses they/them pronouns—and all this in the first episode! I hear they’re supposed to fall in love, too. So far the vibe has been… slice of life long-distance annoyances to lovers in space with occasional emergencies and science that is, while sometimes a bit improbable, not actually impossible/wrong given what we know right now. Also, I absolutely love the way they treat disability—Gwen has a prosthetic leg, and that didn’t stop her from becoming a scout; another character has an issue come up that causes a possibly permanent condition, and the way it’s handled is with incredible care and compassion.

Speaking honestly, SSTTL is probably my favorite podcast right now, and I encourage everybody to check it out so I’ll have people to talk to about it. I’m not sure how long it’s planning to run for, but I hope it’s a while, because I want to listen to it forever.

[taetaespeaches]

“I knew you had a smart mouth but that was unreal.”

jungkook x reader (or oc) genre: smut; fluff word count: 3.5K

a/n: Hi lovelies!!! This is literally just Jungkook and Holly hanging out in his room at the dorm and one thing leads to another and they get a little intimate for the first time. Includes hand and oral stuff... that’s all lol. Anyway, thanks for reading and I hope you all enjoy! :)) 

WIPING your palms on your leggings, you inspected your attire, wishing you would have ignored Jungkook’s suggested “casual and comfy” dress code and at least wore some jeans.

You took a deep breath as you raised your hand, knocking on the dorm door.

Jungkook has just arrived home from a trip to the United States where he was doing superstar shit like going to the Grammys and whatnot, no biggie. And as if you weren’t already nervous to see him, now you had to deal with an impromptu meeting with his best friend.

Jungkook initially told you that you two would have the dorm to yourselves, hence why you were standing in front of the dorm door right now instead of sitting on your couch with Jungkook in your very private apartment.

However, not even a full minute ago when you alerted him of your arrival, you received a reply that stated, “Taehyung is here, just a heads up.”

You considered yourself to be a pretty confident person, but things with Jungkook were still new and his members were the most important people in his life. And here you were, meeting one of them in your damn leggings and your black t-shirt that read in big white letters, “Be polite you fucker.”

Your internal panic over your clothing choice was suddenly halted when the door opened, an attractive man with light green hair standing there were a straight-faced expression.

His presence was almost intimidating until a wide smile spread across his face, stepping back and holding his arm out in a welcoming gesture. “Jungkookie,” Taehyung called out in a teasing tone, making you smile in amusement. You couldn’t help it.

As you entered the dorm, Taehyung read over your shirt for a moment, a low chuckle leaving his lips as Jungkook quickly rounded the corner from the hallway. His eyes were wide when they met yours and you both smiled in excitement of seeing each other.

“I told you I’d answer the door,” Jungkook cutely complained to Taehyung as he made his way toward you.

“I thought it was Peaches,” Taehyung responded innocently. He seemed pure.

Jungkook’s gaze left you for a moment as he neared, his eyebrows raised. “Is she coming over?” He asked Taehyung just as he appeared in front of you, a boy-like grin on his face as he grabbed your hand, easily intertwining his fingers with yours.

“Hey,” Jungkook greeted you quietly but happily, your smile growing.

“Hi,” you responded, squeezing his hand. God you wanted to grab his face and kiss him. Turns out two weeks is a long time away from someone when that someone is Jeon Jungkook.

“Why? Would you like the dorm to yourself?” Taehyung asked playfully, both you and Jungkook looking to him to see him raising his eyebrows suggestively.

“Ok that’s enough,” Jungkook stated, you smiling at how his skin flush in embarrassment. He started toward his bedroom, pulling you away from Taehyung and evading any further teasing from his friend.

“I’m Taehyung, by the way,” the man called out after you, you turning to wave at him. Before you could respond with your own name he told you, “I know who you are, Jungkook doesn’t stop talking about you,” he smiled impishly, Jungkook groaning as you giggled.

“Thanks for the info,” you told Taehyung, you both sharing a nod before Taehyung walked out of the room into what you assumed was the kitchen, doing cute little head movements as he hummed to himself.

Turning back toward Jungkook, you ran right into his back, hard, as he halted, his hand on the doorknob. Snapping his head to look at you, he gave you an apologetic smile. “You ok?” He asked with sparkling eyes, you nodding with a giggle. “I just wanted to make it clear that I don’t have any expectations,” he told you sweetly, you smiling fondly at him. “I’ll even sit on the floor if you want.”

“Jungkook,” you giggled. Leaning toward him, you whispered, “Relax and show me your room,” your lips grazing the shell of his ear. Jungkook’s tongue pushed to the inside of his cheek as he let out a light scoff.

Opening the door, he led you inside, allowing you to walk into the room before he shut the door. You hesitantly dropped each other’s hands as you scanned the room, taking in the surroundings and noting how tidy everything was. As you eyed the bed, noting it was small, just a twin-size, his eyes were on you. You smirked to yourself before looking around more.

“What movie do you want to watch?” He asked you, you slowly peeling your eyes from the desk full of camera equipment to look at him with a smirk.

“I have no preference,” you told him, Jungkook immediately groaning, you giggling at his annoyance. “Show me one of your favorites,” you told him.

He hummed in thought, looking up to the ceiling. “What if you’ve seen it before?”

“Then I’ll see it again,” you said, Jungkook smiling with a nod. Making his way to his desk, he grabbed his laptop before turning to look at you.

“You can sit on the bed, make yourself at home,” he told you, you nodding as he turned back to his computer, searching for a movie. Feigning confidence, your heart pounding in your chest, you sat down on the bed, crossing your legs underneath you as you watched Jungkook click away on his laptop.

He turned to look at you with a little grin, making you give him one back, both of you obviously nervous but trying to conceal it. He placed the laptop toward the bottom of the bed before taking the spot next to you. His thigh bumped against your knee as he settled himself against the headboard.

The movie started with a blue screen, an image of Totoro and Mini Totoro featured with the “Studio Ghibli” lettering, making you gasp.

“Yeah?” Jungkook asked, you smiling widely as you waited to see which film would show up. At the mountain-scape, your eyes widened, shooting to Jungkook in excitement.

“Princess Mononoke?”

Jungkook smiled widely, his eyes sparkling as they crinkled in the corners. “You like it?”

“I love it,” you told him, looking back to the film. “It might be my favorite Ghibli film, tied with Spirited Away.” His eyes widened as he nodded, looking quite excited at your reveal. “What? Did I just pass some sort of Jungkook test?”

“A Jungkook test?” He chuckled, now intrigued by what you meant.

“Yeah, like everyone has their interests and we tend to quiz people we like on them, just to gage how they react. Kind of like a compatibility test,” you explained shyly, your face heating up the more you spoke.

“Ah,” he said in realization, wearing a boy-like smile. “Maybe you did just pass a Jungkook test then.”

Looking at him, you suddenly felt much more comfortable, giving you the confidence to stretch your legs out in front of you and scoot back so you were shoulder to shoulder with the man. He pretended not to notice your proximity, watching the laptop screen as you grinned to yourself, smitten with his nerves.

Resting your head against his shoulder, he instinctively leaned into a bit as you turned your face to leave a small kiss to his upper arm. “I missed you, you know,” you admitted in a soft whisper, your breath on Jungkook’s neck.

Turning to look at you, his eyes took on an expression of both sincere gratitude as well as desire. Stretching his arm to rest behind your head, you nuzzled into his hold, Jungkook’s other arm wrapping around your waist.

“Fuck, I missed you too,” he breathed out, as if he was relieved to finally have you in his arms. Looking up at his face, your eyes lingered on his lips, observing the way they quirked in the corners, yours mimicking the motion. “Taehyung wasn’t lying,” he added, your eyes widening just the slightest bit in question. “I talk about you constantly.”

“Oh, I know,” you teased. “You’re obsessed with me.” Jungkook giggled at the comment, his hand sneaking under your t-shirt to draw patterns on your bare hips. “It’s cute, don’t worry.”

“Mhmm,” he hummed. “What about you?” You bit your lip at the question. “Are you obsessed with me?”

“Undetermined,” you said simply, Jungkook scoffing at the comment as his eyes traveled from your own down to your lips. Moving your hand to rest on the side of his face, you craned your neck toward him. Jungkook met you somewhere around halfway, attaching his lips to yours in a sweet kiss.

It was a quick and natural progression into a more heated one, your lips working with one another’s, mouths open as you let out small moans. Jungkook’s hand grabbed the flesh of your hip as he rolled you both over, his hip positioned on the mattress, his opposite leg slotted between yours.

The movie was long forgotten, the dialogue providing nothing but background noise as your hand slid to the back of Jungkook’s neck, gripping the hair at his nape. You tugged on the strands, Jungkook letting out a small groan at the feeling before smirking against your lips.

His own hand grazed your side as he moved it toward your chest, his fingertips toying with the bottom edge of your bra. It was just a flimsy lace garment, no real structure, allowing you to feel the drag of his finger along your breast with little obstruction from the clothing.

The moan you released against his lips encouraged him to take it further as he squeezed your breast in his palm, positioning a finger inside the top of the cup. You reached your hand underneath his shirt on his back, pushing the material up to hint that you wanted it off. He took your cue easily, sitting up on his knees to remove his shirt, you tugging your own off as he did so.

When his shirt was pulled off of his head, his eyes raked in the sight of your upper body adorned in nothing but your delicate black bra, the sight eliciting a groan from him.

You and Jungkook had found yourselves in a few heavy make out sessions before, but clothes were never removed. This was new and exciting territory and you were unsure of how far you’d both take it.

His hands grabbed your waist, pulling you up as you moved with him, gracefully changing positions so he was seated against the headboard and you were sat on top of his lap. Straddling him, you rocked your hips teasingly atop him, feeling his hardened length underneath you, making the man let out a breathy chuckle mixed with a moan. It was by far the sexiest sound you’d ever heard to date.

Jungkook’s hands roamed your sides and rib cage as he appreciated your body for the first time. “You’re so beautiful,” he told you, his eyes dark as they lifted from your chest to meet your gaze.

Without a word, you reached behind yourself, unlatching your bra, Jungkook’s eyes darting to the strap that slid down your bicep. You held the clothing to your body, giving him a teasing smirk as Jungkook pushed his tongue to the inside of his cheek.

“What do you want, Kookie?” You asked, Jungkook letting out a single breathy laugh as he ticked his head to the side.

Running his hands up your arms, he felt the material of the bra straps between his fingers. “May I?” He asked, tugging on them lightly.

Lowering your arms, you allowed the bra to slip off your frame, Jungkook pulling it from your arms as he tossed it to floor. He wasted no time in moving his hands to your chest, feeling the flesh appreciatively as he mumbled, “so pretty.”

You leaned down to kiss him passionately, Jungkook’s arms wrapping around your waist, tugging you closer to him. He moved his mouth from yours, trailing his lips down your neck and overtop your collarbones. You arched your back, pushing your chest closer to him, and he wasted no time in moving his mouth to your breasts. Kissing you, he then switched to sucking and nibbling, causing you to let out a moan as you bit your lip.

The sound had Jungkook quickly flipping you onto your back as he hovered over you. His mouth was on yours in an instant, his hand feeling your chest just a bit longer before moving it lower down your body.

Dragging his finger along the waist band of your leggings, he paused just above your navel, flattening his palm against your abdomen. He paid close attention to the way your stomach contracted in anticipation, and he pulled his face from yours, separating the kiss to inspect your features.

“Is this ok?” He asked with a small smile, you letting out a breathy laugh against his lips as he lowered them to yours again, leaving a sweet peck.

“Yes,” you breathed out, kissing him harder as his hand slipped inside your leggings.  

His fingers made contact with your clit quickly, not having the self-control to tease you. You moaned lightly at the feeling, grabbing onto his shoulders as you continued kissing him, the action getting messier as he focused more on your pleasure.

When he slid a finger inside, you breathed out, “Oh, fuck,” against his lips, the man smirking as he pumped the digit. He rested his forehead against yours, your eyes locking on each other’s, both hooded and dark.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, you whining at the compliment as he added another finger. Your hands slid down his chest and his toned abdomen.  

“These are nice,” you complimented his abs, Jungkook giggling boyishly at the comment, the adorable sound a complete contrast to way he’s fingers worked your center as he used his thumb on your clit.

He kissed you again, you running your tongue over his bottom lip before biting it gently, Jungkook groaning at the feeling.

You used one hand to pull the waistband of his sweatpants away from his body, sliding your other hand inside, underneath his briefs. Wrapping your hand around him, Jungkook jolted above you, smiling shyly. You nearly cooed at the sight.

With his bangs hanging in his eyeline, his breaths becoming sharper as he began moving his hips, you swore you’d never seen anyone look sexier or more stunning.

“God, do you know how gorgeous you are?” You asked him breathlessly, Jungkook’s doe-eyes widening slightly as he stared at you, his gaze sparkling, a smile spreading on his face. He looked so sweet and shy but his fingers were sinful.

The pureness in his features vanished when he moved his mouth to your chest once again. Through a blissful huff, you moved the hand that wasn’t in his joggers to his wrist.

“I’m close, baby,” you breathed out, Jungkook looking up at you with excited shimmering eyes.

“Not yet,” he grinned mischievously just before he began kissing down your stomach. Reaching your leggings, he pulled his fingers from you to tear down your pants all the way to your ankles, pulling one foot out of them as he slotted himself between your legs.

As he pulled the garment off your leg, he knocked his fist against his laptop, almost sending it off the bed, but luckily his reflexes were fast enough, catching it at the last minute. Shooting you a shocked look, you laughed loudly, undeniably amused by the guy. He leaned over off the mattress to put the laptop on the floor before popping back up, his hair sideswept from his quick movement.

“Ok, where was I?” he asked, grabbing your ankles and tugging you closer to him, you squealing with a laugh as he slotted himself between your thighs.

He left a kiss to your inner thigh, looking up at you with those bambi eyes, but this time, they were dark and hungry. He kissed the other thigh, you letting out a short whine, Jungkook giggling against your leg.

“Is this what you want, baby?” He asked, kissing your center once before looking up at you. You bit your lip as you stared down at you. “Yeah?” He smiled before licking a strip, the sensation causing you to press your head back against the pillows as you bucked your hips up.

His tongue was magic, and though you were expecting some sort of intimacy with him that night, his enthusiasm for your pleasure took you by surprise. It didn’t take long for your high to approach with his face between your legs. Just like with all things Jungkook did, he was golden.

You placed your hands in his hair, lightly tugging the locks as your climax got closer and closer and when the pleasure peaked, you lifted your hips up, Jungkook having to use his arms to hold them down onto the bed as he worked you through your orgasm.

“Jesus fucking christ,” you groaned out once you caught your breath, Jungkook giggling as he crawled slightly up your body, crossing his arms over your abdomen and resting his chin on his wrist, watching you in utter fondness.

“You feel good, baby?” He asked, seeking praise, though he already knew he just fucking wrecked you.

“So good, oh my god, get up here,” you told him, the man staying stubbornly in place as he admired you and your nude form. “Guk, I wanna make you feel good too,” you pouted, Jungkook smiling adorably.

“I do feel good,” he told you, moving his face for a moment to leave a sweet kiss to your hip. “Don’t worry about me.”

“Jungkook,” you warned, the man simply laughing.

“No, tonight’s about you,” he told you. “You can thank me next time.” You raised your eyebrows at him and he smirked.

“Baby, you’ve been an amazing host tonight, but if you don’t let me get you off I’m gonna get really grumpy,” you told him, Jungkook giggling even more as he finally crawled up your body, hovering over top of you.

“Well,” he mulled it over, “I would hate for you to get grumpy.”

“Exactly,” you smirked. “So just sit back,” you reached for his hips, directing him to lie down with his back to the mattress, “and let me treat you.”

“You really don’t have to,” he told you genuinely as you got onto your knees, making your way down the bed.

“I want to,” you told him, grabbing his waistband and pulling his pants and underwear down his muscular thighs, dragging them down to remove them completely. Taking his length in your hand, you moved it up and down him a few times before lowering your face to him, licking up from the base to the tip, a choked moan leaving Jungkook’s lips.

You repeated the action a few times before swirling your tongue over the tip, then taking him into your mouth. As you put your mouth to work, your hand holding onto the base, Jungkook had one hand on your head, simply leaving it there as he gently massaged your roots, his other hand holding your unoccupied one. The gesture was sweet, and you couldn’t quite believe how gentle and courteous he was. Every squeeze of his hand, light scratch of his fingertips, and gorgeous moan that left his lips felt like a sincere expression of gratitude that you would be doing this for him.

Neither of you were sure how long you’d been down there, but suddenly he was telling you between groans, “I’m so close,” the sound of his voice making your center ache in desire.

You began pumping him with your hand, looking up at him, biting your lip as you fully took in his fucked-out state. His fringe was hanging in his eyes, his abdomen contracting as he took sharp breaths, his jaw slack as he looked down at you, his eyes shining in their hooded state.

He was by far the most exquisite human to exist.

When he came, he immediately looked bashful, noticing the evidence of his pleasure coating your hand and his abdomen. His cheeks were flushed and you found him to be both unbelievably hot while also being utterly adorable. How that was possible, you weren’t sure.

When his doe-eyes met yours, you grinned, Jungkook smiling back.

“Now,” you started, his eyebrows raising just the slightest bit. “The question is, do you feel good, baby?” You asked.

Jungkook let out a mixture of a scoff and a breathy laugh as you stood up on your knees, coming closer to him. Sitting next to him, you leaned down, kissing him sweetly on the lips, the meeting simple but full of appreciation and an intense fondness.

“Fuck,” he breathed against your lips as they curved into a smile. “I knew you had a smart mouth but that was unreal,” he teased, you cackling in his face, Jungkook giggling as he kissed your face repeatedly, placing them across your cheek and jaw.

“Get used to it,” you joked back, Jungkook smiling as he stared into your eyes before allowing his gaze to travel your face.

“I don’t think I ever will,” he admitted, nudging your nose with his, and kissing you once more.

[commonwealthoccurences]

Companion HCs: Adopting Shy!Teenager!Sole

Note: Sole is 13-14 in this, therefor it’s completely platonic! I’m disturbed that’s something I have to clarify but I’ve been on Tumblr long enough that I’ve Seen Some Nonsense. 

Cait:

She may not have her shit together at first but she’s determined to be the best parent possible and give Sole everything her parents never gave her

She takes things slow when it comes to getting them to open up and tries to moderate her tone and temper; asks them simple questions to get to know them and tells stories to them (PG ones, of course)

Ferociously protective. If anyone, and I mean anyone, comes near them with ill-intent she flies off the handle.

And maybe part of that’s her projecting the fact that she wished someone protected her when she was young, but she also simply never wants them to feel scared or upset or as if she won’t protect them

Gets them something to keep with them so she’s always with them, even when she has to go somewhere and they stay in Sanctuary, like matching hats or little charms she might’ve scavenged from a collapsed store

Hancock calls Cait mama bear when she flies off the handle at Flynn (rightfully so. Hancock tells Sole to turn away and takes care of that problem like he does canonically)

Cait starts calling Sole little bear after that

Teaches them how to defend themself right away; she never wants them to feel powerless if she’s not around

Cleans herself up to better herself for them; she absolutely refuses to turn out like her parents and therefor goes cold turkey from alcohol and chems

It’s hard as fuck, but Sanctuary comes together to support her

Cries when they tell her they love her and call her mom the first time

Also teaches Dogmeat commands for intimidation so if Sole’s alone they have someone else to be intimidating

Sole definitely grows up with a bit of a take-no-shit attitude. They also know their worth and won’t be walked over

Curie:

Delighted to help out Sole

She definitely tries to get them interested in the sciences, but if they aren’t, that’s okay

Initially she goes on walks with them around Sanctuary and asks them questions about what they like

Picks flowers with them and teaches them how to dry/preserve them

She deals quite well with their shy silence and doesn’t try to start conversations too often; she tells stories without expecting responses and makes sure to subtly encourage any talking by showing great interest

Teaches them French, which comes in handy when they’re in Diamond City or Goodneighbor and they need to let her know they’re anxious or uncomfortable

As soon as they let her know what will soothe their anxiety around other people, she does it without hesitation (buying stuff for them, etc)

They have their own little house in Sanctuary together with a small garden

She teaches them the scientific names of the flowers and what they need and gets them a journal to write everything down; loves encouraging their curiosity and gets excited when they ask questions about anything

As soon as they show an interest in something she throws herself into it with them

Tells dad jokes but doesn’t know they’re kind of terrible; Deacon encourages this and fully enjoys the looks on Sole’s face

Deacon’s the fun, loud uncle

Lots of hugs from Curie as long as Sole’s okay with it, she’s very physically affectionate

Danse:

Kind of a stereotypical dad in the fact that he doesn’t really do great at verbal affection but their trays are always loaded with food and they always have something once they show interest in it

Can vibe with the shyness. He’s quiet, they’re quiet, and he finds no reason to try and get some conversation out of them

They can both be quite awkward but it’s fine

Not great with physical affection either

If they show interest in repairing armor or guns or shooting he’s through the roof with excitement

Constantly glaring at everyone who looks at them even a little bit sideways

Honestly has scared the shit out of some people just by his expression

Builds them their own size-scaled power armor

If they gift him something, even if it’s just wildflowers they found, he accepts it quietly and once they leave he cries

If they call him dad he also cries quietly

“There’s just something in my eye.”

Desperately wants to be a good parent and is kind of insecure about it

Has check ins with them where they have a healthy discussion about if he’s upset them in some way or if they’d prefer he deals with something differently

The first time they travel on their own he’s worried out of his mind, as if he didn’t raise a soldier of a kid (not in a bad way, but they’re more skilled at self defense than most adults)

Sole probably inherits a rbf from him

Deacon:

The fun parent

He can be serious though

In the beginning he tries to overcompensate for their quietness by being his loud, bombastic self

When that doesn’t seem to work he gets the memo and tones it down and relaxes

Honestly they get to see the “real” Deacon pretty soon

He’s naturally joking and loud, however he doesn’t relax and just exist with someone very often

That’s what he does with sole, though, and they open up more after that

Unfortunately they’re exposed to the things the Railroad deal with quite early on, and the shit that goes with the Institute

He makes sure they’re capable of defending themself but it’s quite scary to know that an organization wants your family dead

He makes sure to reassure them that nothing will ever happen to either of them

When they start to open up more he allows himself to act more like he does with the Railroad around them

Takes them on fun disguise runs

They’ll come to realize that they’re low profile stake out missions, and he just didn’t want to leave them behind

Always makes sure they eat first; he’s dealt with food insecurity before himself and part of his protective nature is making sure they know he’ll do everything in his power to make sure they never experience that

Matching sunglasses? Absolutely.

BEAMS when they call him dad

Gage:

Probably the most reluctant parent out of all of them, to be honest

The raider lifestyle is the worst nightmare for a child; for a week he tries balancing things, since it’s all he’s known, but he very quickly gets them out of that situation

Changes their appearances and moves into Sanctuary. Preston’s suspicious when he avoids talking about his past but accepts them

He’s also extremely quiet around the new settlement, so they’re a matching pair

As protective as Cait, that’s for damn sure

Asks them questions quite often to make sure they’re okay: “Did you get enough to eat, kiddo?” “Those boots fit okay?” “Are you warm enough?” “She didn’t bother you, did she?” “Are you tired?”

Doesn’t take offense or try to pry when they give one word answers; he gets it

Not much for physical affection either but if they seek it out he gives and reassures them they’re not bothering him. If they hug him he pats them on the back and says “Thanks for the hug, kid.”

His first gift to them is a gun and knife

He means well

If they call him dad he will get emotional but doesn’t cry

Will cry years later when he thinks back on it; they’ve softened him up somewhat

Encourages them to hang out with Preston and learn about the Minutemen. It’s valuable experience and while he and Preston aren’t exactly friends they respect each other and he knows that them knowing him will be a good experience for them

Reluctant when they find Dogmeat but lets them keep him when they ask; they don’t ask for much and it’s never something ridiculous

Fondly refers to him as a mutt

Eventually ends every night by giving them a sideways hug and kissing them on the top of the head. “Goodnight, kid. See you in the morning.” Before they head to bed

Hancock:

Initially a disaster parent

He has no idea what he’s doing and his lifestyle isn’t set up for bringing in a kid

He cleans up pretty quickly. He doesn’t use drugs if they’re around, but he continues smoking cigarettes.

Seeks out Nick for advice

Sets them up with their own room and makes sure when they ask for something he jumps to get it; not to the point where they become entitled and spoiled but God he wants them to be happy and know he cares

Makes sure to enforce that you respect everyone unless they disrespect you, no matter where they come from

Everyone in Goodneighbor makes sure their drug use and drinking is done out of sight of Sole; their usage is their business but Hancock won’t accept them being a bad influence

Eventually almost everyone in Goodneighbor knows and takes care of Sole affectionately. They respect Hancock and respect Sole equally

They started referring to Sole as the Boss as a joke on Hancock, but Hancock, after laughing his ass off, agrees and the nickname becomes permanent

Once again, Sole grows up the opposite of entitled; they’re very hard working and respectful and that’s why Goodneighbor loves them so much

Hancock gifts them a necklace; it’s a wide circle, about the size of an American dollar coin, with a cutting of the fabric from his coat in the center, sewn tightly around the circle.

Eventually he introduces them to what it’s like to run Goodneighbor and involves them in the decision making

MacCready:

Another kid? Done.

He knows there’s a lot of kids out there he can’t help and he takes Sole under his wing without hesitation

He hasn’t raised a teenager yet, but he treats them with respect and always asks their opinion and if they’re comfortable

Adds another bullet to his cap after a couple days

He’s worried their shyness is the result of trauma; there’s no way anyone in the Commonwealth doesn’t have it, but he hurts at the thought of them going through 

something particularly horrific

Doesn’t try to bust down their walls and get them to open up

Instead, he remains quiet and lets them come to him

Smiles to himself the first time they call him dad

Perfectly open to physical affection and is quite proud of them the first time they ask for a hug

Probably retreats back to the community where he left Duncan rather quickly

His merc work isn’t somewhere for a kid and he probably turns farmer once they find the cure for Duncan

The first time Sole and Duncan bond over something he’s sobbing internally (cries externally too)

Eventually brings both Duncan and Sole back to Sanctuary; he knows the community there is good to raise them

Farmer!Mac with two kids and a small house and a dog? Adorable

(everyone in sanctuary agrees)

Uncle Preston becomes a thing and that’s his official title to the kids

Mac and he become good friends; Mac’s fond of people with good, solid morals and once he hears what Preston did/does for the Minutemen and the people they protect? Respect +100

Nick:

Good with kids, straight up

He’s lived in Diamond City with kids running around all over the place for a while, so he knows how to talk to them

Just treats Sole with respect and expects nothing from them (affection wise) other than the same back

Tries to keep them out of detective work. It’s depressing and he wants something more wholesome for them, as wholesome as things can be in the Commonwealth

Considers moving to Sanctuary and includes them on that decision

Takes on less risky jobs, he’s got someone to care for now

Ellie adores Sole as well and eventually co-parents, and takes over parenting while Nick’s out; whether she and Nick are platonic or romantic in this situation is up to you

Nick comes back one day and she pulls him aside to tell him Sole called them their parents and they both get emotional

He takes care to note what their favorites are; color, food, etc

More than happy to adopt Dogmeat, especially since he proves to be a good protector

Is worried about the fact that he can’t be around all the time. He knows Ellie’s a good parent, but he wants to be there for everything and he simply can’t be

Does have a couple talks with Sole about this to make sure they know he’s not trying to get away from them and he loves them dearly

Tells them stories about funny cases to make them laugh when they’re upset

Blows up at McDonough if he steps a toe out of line in Sole’s direction; McDonough wouldn’t dare kick him out and he knows that, he brings too much business in

Piper:

She takes one look at Sole’s face and the adoption papers are already signed, she doesn’t hesitate a bit

Overcompensates for the awkward silence by talking a bit too much, but eventually figures out they probably feel weird about that

If they and Nat get along she’s elated

Nat honestly brings them out of their shell a bit and it’s not uncommon to see Piper shouting after Nat and Sole running off, yelling for them to be careful and be back before dark

Stays in Diamond City

Sometimes asks Ellie to babysit; they’re good friends and Nick and her get along quite well

Can get a bit heated if anyone is rude to the kids

She’ll fist fight McDonough without hesitation if she has to, she doesn’t care

Not much changes in her lifestyle, she raises them the same way she’s been raising Nat and does her best

Preston:

Fantastic with people, it’s part of his job

Takes on the role of parent readily despite his internal panic

Worries he won’t be good enough; he’s never taken care of kids full time, and he knows being a parent is vastly different than babysitting

Definitely instills Minutemen morals in Sole; he won’t tolerate intolerance

The first time they get sick he’s full of panic. It’s a simple cold, but he refuses to leave them alone for even a second

Relaxes a bit

He used to be out of bed and immediately dress, promptly returning to duty

Now he’s still prompt but he walks around in his pajamas more

Relaxed with physical affection but never initiates; he never wants to make them uncomfortable or make them feel like he’s trying to force himself into the parent category

If they call him dad he’s walking on clouds for the rest of the day; the fact that they think that highly of him??? Amazing

Worries he’s not good enough but when people compliment his parenting he figures he’s doing alright

Honestly complimenting his parenting is the best thing that can happen to him

X6-88:

???????

Who put him in charge of this human and what is he expected to do with them????

Fumbles hard at first

Consults the scientists (who I’ll assume put him in charge of them) and eventually picks things up on his own

Institute scientists make the mistake of trying to instill things he doesn’t approve of after he grows attached to them and cares more for them than the Institute

Suddenly they’re missing a synth and his teenager

He knows the Institute like the back of his hand; they won’t find him. Ever.

Takes them to Sanctuary when he hears the radio and seeks out Preston

He respects Preston and the way he protects everyone, considering he feels that way towards Sole, and eventually, far down the line they become friends and platonic co-parents

X6 parents ¾ of the time, but he often seeks Preston’s advice in the beginning

Doesn’t particularly care if they call him dad; they’re family either way

Definitely asks them about and takes interest in their interests

Just wants them to be happy

Considering they’re pretty much his only family, he’s very attached to them; not in an unhealthy way but as they get older they call each other their best friends

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Secrets in a Foreign Language (Part Five) - Jungkook

*Quick Warning* This chapter contains some smut! If that makes you uncomfortable I’m so sorry. Once it starts it ends at the very end of the chapter so you can skip it if you want. It’s pretty vanilla and loving but it’s definitely still detailed. Oh! And it’s unprotected! Please wrap it (do as I say, not as I write!!!!) Also! This is my first smut I’ve ever written and it was a little difficult and I didn’t feel like editing it right away so I apologize if it sucks. I wanted it to be sweet and meaningful but still satisfying? idk anyway... that’s it for the warnings :) I hope you enjoy!

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After the kiss between you and Jungkook there was a significant shift in your relationship. You still came over every Tuesday to hang out, but now you were much more flirty, touchier, and most days you ended up on the couch in a heavy make out session. You absolutely loved kissing Jungkook; loved the way he tasted, the way he let out soft moans whenever you sucked on his tongue, the way his hands would slightly pull at the hair that rested at the nape of your neck. The sexual tension between you two was building; you had let him feel you underneath your shirt once while he was busy leaving red marks on your neck, but you still had yet to completely give yourself to each other, and you couldn’t deny that you wanted him.

You wanted him so bad.

And based on the bulge you felt in his pants whenever the two of you were ravishing hungrily at each other’s mouths he wanted you, too. Honestly, you didn’t want to wait much longer, you couldn’t wait much longer. Jungkook wasn’t the only one with those pesky things called hormones you know, and yours were practically screaming his name. It was only a matter of time.

 On one particular Tuesday in the evening, it was pouring outside and the two of you were cuddled under a blanket on his couch watching an episode of a Korean drama. Jungkook’s arm was wrapped around your shoulders as your head lay on his chest, his resting on top of yours. He was warm and smelled like laundry, and the fabric of his t shirt felt soft against your cheek. You were so comfortable and content.

Eventually, the end of the episode neared, the credits rolling on the screen, and suddenly you felt a wet droplet of something land on the arm that was laying on Jungkook’s lap. You furrowed your eyebrows and looked up in confusion, only to be met with the red nose and tear stained cheeks of Jeon Jungkook.

Your eyes went wide, and you immediately sat up to face him.

  “Kook are you-are you crying?” you questioned in concern.

He quickly wiped the tears from his face and hid it in his arms.

  “What? No! I’m not crying!” he muffled out from his sleeves.

Then he let out a loud sniffle.

  “Jungkook,” you shook his upper arm gently, “…is it because of the show?”

There was a silence before he muttered a barely audible,

 “Maybe…”

A huge grin spread across your face and you wrapped your arm through his, running your other hand through his soft black locks.

 “It’s okay, Kook. You’re allowed to cry, I don’t mind.” You tried reassuring him, making sure he knew he had no reason to be embarrassed.

He slowly lifted his head up revealing his blotchy face and puffy eyes, a small shy smile on his lips.

 “It’s just…” he hesitated then motioned to the tv screen, “they’re so good for each other. They’re meant for each other. Why can’t they just be together? It’s tearing them apart.”

You shrugged and wiped away a tear on his cheek with the pad of your thumb.

“I don’t know… I guess sometimes life gets in the way. It’s not always that easy. Even though they seem happy when they’re together and might be soulmates it doesn’t automatically mean it will work out.”

He stared down at his lap and fiddled with the fingers of yours that he held in his hand.

“But can’t they find a way to make it work? When people are meant for each other, isn’t there always a way?”

You couldn’t help but smile at his sensitivity and obvious hopeless romantic ideals... just when you thought you couldn’t like him any more.

He suddenly shot his head up to look at you, his doe eyes wide, lips slightly parted. Then he shook his head and scrunched his eyes tightly shut, putting fingers up to the bridge of his nose.

“Aiiishh, you probably think I’m such a loser.”

You quickly took his hands in yours and squeezed them firmly, making him open his eyes to face you again.

 “No Jungkook, no. I don’t think you’re a loser at all. I think it’s sweet. Really sweet. Okay? Your huge heart is one thing I like most about you.”

And you really meant it.

He ran a hand through his hair, a blush on his face.

 “Thanks, (y/n).”

You gave him a warm smile.

 “And we’re not done with the show yet, you know. Who knows what will happen between them.”

He let out a small chuckle.

 “That’s true.”

You then patted his thigh and removed the blanket before standing up.

 “Hey, how about I make you something for dinner? Maybe some kimchi fried rice with pork? I think I saw you have all the stuff to make it.”

Jungkook eagerly nodded his head.

 “I do and I would love that, (y/n). Can I-can I help?”

You grinned down at him and shook your head.

 “Nope, I got this.”

He blushed shyly and put his head down.

 “Ah thank you. It’s not often I have someone cook dinner for me, you know.”

You ambled into the kitchen and looked over your shoulder saying,

 “Well just sit back and relax and I’ll try to let you know if I think I’m about to set something on fire!”

Luckily, you didn’t, and the meal you made for the two of you turned out even better than you could have imagined. Who knew you had a knack for cooking Korean food? It was delicious, and definitely something you could get used to having.

When you both finished you just sat at the island laughing and talking for a while before you stood up to clean.

 “No,” Jungkook swiftly rose to his feet and took the dirty bowls from your hands, “it’s okay, I will clean.”

 You cocked you head.

“But isn’t that what I get paid to do here?” you joked.

He just smiled and rolled his eyes and strolled over to the sink.

Suddenly a yawn unexpectedly escaped from your mouth and you glanced at the time on your phone.

 “Whoa, it’s a lot later than I thought. Maybe I should get going.”

With his back to you Jungkook just replied with an ‘okay’ and you opened the Seoul Subway app on your phone to see when the next train was coming.

 “Wait, what??” you suddenly exclaimed.

Jungkook turned around in confusion.  

 “Is everything okay?”

You didn’t look up as your eyes quickly scanned through the urgent message on your screen.

 “The subway system… it’s-it’s not running tonight! Shit…”

He furrowed his eyebrows.

 “What? Why is it not running?”

You put your face in your hand in frustration.

 “Because of the rain. I guess it has flooded the tracks at a lot of the stations and it’s not safe to run the trains. Fuck! Stupid monsoon season! How will I get home??”

You bit your lip in thought. A taxi? But if it’s even too dangerous for the subway to run wouldn’t the streets be flooded, too?

You swiftly shuffled over to the large window in the living room and peered down to see if you could gage the current condition of the streets of Seoul, but it was raining so hard nothing was visible but just a few feet down. You only saw the soft yellow glow of the streetlights through the torrential downpour.

You groaned and turned back around where you noticed Jungkook had followed you into the room.

You looked at the ground awkwardly.

 “Do you mind if I stay just, like, an hour longer? See if it let’s up a little out there?”

Jungkook nodded his head and for a brief moment your heart sank. But then he said,

 “I was going to say why don’t you just stay for the night.”

Your heart suddenly sped up, an obvious shocked expression apparent on your face since a deep blush appeared on his and he added,

 “You know, because I have another bedroom that no one ever sleeps in and… yeah…”

Wait, did you suddenly feel slightly disappointed?

 “Thank you, but I really don’t want to be a bother…” you mumbled.

Jungkook stepped toward you and engulfed you in a hug. You let yourself relax into his muscular frame.

He chuckled against you.

 “You could not be a bother. It would be nice having you here with me.”

The sincerity in his tone made your stomach flip.

 “And I would… rather know you are here safe,” he whispered, sending a shiver up your spine.

That made your heart feel full as you peered back up at him. His dark brown eyes were hooded and staring directly into yours with such ferocity you almost had to look away.

But you didn’t. And immediately his hand was cupping your cheek and he was crashing his lips onto yours. He wasted no time in running his tongue along your bottom lip, making you gasp slightly, allowing entrance. You relished in his taste, the wrestling of tongue on tongue. You moaned when he nibbled your bottom lip, pulling it away gently. Your hands went to his soft hair, running them through it, tugging lightly. A deep moan emitted from his throat and it was a sound you knew you couldn’t wait to hear again.

Jungkook’s large hands found their way under the hem of your shirt, lightly grazing the skin of your hips and creating goosebumps at his touch. He slowly slid them upwards, taking your shirt with them, until it was up and over your head and you were left in just your nude-colored bra. He then began sucking and biting gently at your neck which caused you to tilt your head back, a subtle invitation for him to invade more of it with his heavenly feeling mouth to which he happily obliged. At the same time, he reached behind your back, slowly unfastening the hooks of your bra. You let it slide down your arms and onto the floor beneath you.

He wasted no time in giving your breasts the attention they deserved. His tattoo covered hand began massaging one, flicking his thumb across your hardened nipple. His lips moved from the sweet spot of your neck down to the valley between your breasts and finally they encapsuled your other nipple. He suckled on it lightly and flicked his tongue over it in unison with his thumb on the other which caused a soft moan to erupt from your throat and your hand to pull at his hair. When you looked down at him worshiping your mounds, you were met with his messy black hair, eyes shut, nose rubbing against your sensitive skin. He had never looked more beautiful to you than in this moment. And you wanted him to know.

 “Kook…” you groaned out tenderly.

His big brown eyes opened and peered up at you, his tongue still swirling around your hardened nub.

 “I-I want you. Please.”

Hearing that, he immediately stood up straight and crashed his lips back onto yours. Then he wrapped his well-built arms around your midsection and hoisted you up, making you yelp at the sudden action of being lifted. Your legs instinctively went around his waist, and he held you tightly under the back of your thighs, your ass resting in his palms. He squeezed it roughly making you whimper into his mouth and wanting him even more.

He led you both out of the living room and down the hallway towards his bedroom, your lips not once breaking apart from each other.

Once you reached the bedroom, he gently laid you down in front of him on the edge of his king sized bed. You broke apart and clawed at his t shirt until he shimmied it over his head and threw it on the floor. You had seen him shirtless once before, that one time after his shower when you were over, but this time you were able to touch him, feel him. And you wasted no time in doing so. With your mouths reconnected once more, your hands went to his forearms, caressing the large veins there, then up to his biceps that were flexed from hovering over you, to his firm shoulders. Then you ran them down his prominent pectoral muscles, and over his abs. oh my god his solid, rock hard abs.

As much as you loved finally feeling all of his upper half, you found yourself still craving more of him, and therefore, since your hands were down there anyway, you hooked your fingers into the waistband of his sweatpants and pulled them down as far as you could before he finished removing them for you. Jungkook did the same to you, taking off your leggings and tossing them to join his clothes on the floor.

Then he gently spread your legs apart and shifted himself, so he was in between them. He started kissing your neck again and you suddenly felt the bulge in his underwear against your clothed core. The contact made you moan and jut your hips upward to grind on his crotch, hoping he got the memo. But just in case it wasn’t clear enough, you wrapped your hand in his hair and whispered directly into his ear,

“Please, Jungkook, I want you in me so fucking bad.”    

He sat back just a little so he could run his hand down your stomach then down in between your legs. He slipped a couple fingers under the waistband of your underwear, and then slowly dragged them between your already slick folds, coating his digits in your juices. The action made you moan loudly which encouraged him to gently rub the pad of his thumb on your already throbbing clit. You gasped.

 “Oh f-fuck yes…” you breathed out.

 “I have to make sure you are ready for me, (y/n),” Jungkook said in a deep raspy tone that made you shudder, “And fuck… you are so fucking ready.”

With that he removed the hand that was toying with your heat and swiftly pulled your underwear down and off your legs, not wasting a minute to tear his own off, too.

Then he lined the tip of his member up with your entrance and ran it up and down your folds a few times, eliciting a whimper from you, so eager to feel all of him. Then he ever so slowly pushed his entire length into you, parting your warm and velvety walls and filling you to the brim. He sucked in a breath as he felt you constrict around him, moaning at how tight and wet you were, even without much foreplay.

The two of you were connected at the most intimate place, and it had been so damn long you forgot how good it felt to have someone inside of you.

 “Fuck, Kook, please move,” you begged.

He instantly did as you requested, gradually pulling all the way out of you just to ram himself right back in. You yelped at the pain, but mostly pleasure as he did it again, faster this time and then again, over and over, finding a pace and strength that had you groaning out almost incoherent curse words between sounds of pleasure.

He leaned down so his face was right in front of yours, his hips thrusting so expertly and hitting all the right spots inside you. He put his forehead against yours and your eyes met, his pupils dilated and staring right into yours. Beads of sweat were causing his dark hair to stick to his neck and his chest started heaving heavily; you could feel his hot breath on your face.

  “You feel… so good, baby,” he panted out between thrusts.

You briefly felt your heart skip a beat at the pet name, that sounded so sweet yet so sexy at the same time, but you were quickly refocused on the task at hand when Jungkook sat back up and placed your feet on his shoulders. The new position welcomed a whole new sensation between your legs as he was now able to hit your g spot directly, causing shocks of intense pleasure to coerce through your whole body. And if that wasn’t enough, his tattooed arm wrapped around your leg in order for his fingers to gain access to your clit, rubbing it unhurriedly so not to overstimulate you.

With all this happening at once you knew it wouldn’t be long until you were coming undone, the coil in your lower belly snapping, the tidal wave of pleasure washing over you, your walls squeezing as tightly as possible around Jungkook making him unable to pull out anymore.

You arched your back and squirmed underneath him, yelling his name, the world around you becoming blurry from such an intense orgasm, your breath stilling in your chest, your hands gripping the bedspread so tightly your knuckles turned white. You almost felt like you were going to blackout; you had never felt so much pleasure spreading throughout your whole body in your life.

As you began to come down from your high, breathing heavily, your body still twitching, Jungkook started thrusting again, harder and faster than before, needing his own release, too. He bent down, his hands on the pillow on either side of your head.

 “Where do you want me to cum?” he breathed out.

Your mind was still foggy from your heavenly orgasm as you replied,

 “I don’t care.”

And that was all he needed to hear as his eyes shut tightly and he suddenly stopped thrusting. You felt his cock twitch and warm spurts of his seed coat you somewhere deep inside you.

He let out a “F-fuck, (y/n)”, and you were pretty sure it was the most heavenly thing your ears had ever heard.

Then he fell on top of you, completely spent, coming down from his high, too.

The two of you just laid there for a few seconds, catching your breaths, and coming back to reality.

When you looked down you saw Jungkook’s head resting on your chest and you couldn’t help but run your hand gently through his hair, the sweat making it stay slicked back from his forehead. At your touch he lifted his head up, a shy yet cheeky bunny-like grin across his face. The sight of it made your heart feel full.

Then he weakly peeled his naked and sweaty body off yours and slumped down on his back next to you. He smiled sweetly at you and ran his hand down the side of your face. Then he turned on his side and beckoned you to him.

 “Come here…” he murmured softly, opening his arms for you to crawl into. You did, pressing your bare back against his chest, feeling his face nuzzle into your hair and arm wrap around your chest to pull you closer.

You traced some of the tattoos on his arm with your finger as you two lay there in a content silence, completely wrapped up in one another. It was the most blissful feeling.

In fact, you didn’t think you could feel any calmer and content in this moment until Jungkook broke the silence and whispered,

 “I really, really like you a lot, (y/n).”

At those words you felt like your heart could leap out of your chest. You turned in his arms to face him and looked up at him with a big smile.

 “I really, really, like you a lot, too, Jungkook.”

He returned your smile, equally as large, his nose scrunching as he was unable to contain his happiness. He just pulled you closer to him and you buried your face in the crook of his neck while he rested his chin on your head. You sighed contently, breathing in the comforting natural scent of his skin.

You had never felt safer or more loved than in this moment with Jeon Jungkook.

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Chapter 7: El Hombre con el Corazón Ardiente

Part of the “Illicit Limerence” series

Pairing: Javier Peña x F!Reader

Summary: After finally standing up for herself, Javier takes it upon himself to treat her to a lovely evening together. Yet the mere idea of what happened and what might still happen won’t let go of him.

Warnings: swearing, angst, suggestive sexual content, nudity, arguing, mentions of abusive household 

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“How’s that?”

You let out a moan, the mixture of his hot hands and the aroma of the water just plain entrancing.

He lowers his hand to that particularly sore spot on your lower back, rubbing it just the right way. “Words, hermosa..”

“Mhmm, ‘sgood, very good.. don’t stop”, you mutter groggily, eyes threatening to shut any second.

His breath fans against your ear as he huffs out a chuckle, lips pressing to the tender skin there. “Don’t fall asleep, we’re just getting started.”

As his hands move around to your front, softly grazing the underside of your stinging breasts, you flinch a bit. “Ten cuidado”, you whisper, lips moving against his cheek. (Be careful.)

“¿Confías en mí?”, he questions, thumbs rubbing over your hardening peaks. (Do you trust me?)

“Mhmm, depends..”, you teased, smirking up at him.

He frowned at you, trying his hardest not to smirk right back. “On what?”

“I trust you with my life in the field.. but at home.. seeing how you nearly burnt down the apartment like half an hour ago.. I’m not so sure..”

He grabbed a hold your chin, forcing you to look straight up at him. “Don’t get too mouthy now, hermosa.”

You leaned back a bit more, lips brushing past his. “I’ll do with this mouth as I please.”

He bit his bottom lips, hand sliding down to your throat. “As much as I want to take you up on that.. you need to heal up a bit more first.”

“I know, I just enjoy gaging reactions”, you purred, taking his hand off your throat.

“Never took you as the brat kind of girl.”

You pressed your lips to his for a short, sweet kiss. “You’ll find I’m full of surprises, agente Peña.”

Having keened his interest, you peeled his arms off of you, grabbing onto the rim of the tub as you went to stand. “W-where are you going?”

“Water’s getting cold”, you sighed, wrapping a towel around yourself. “And I would’ve fallen asleep.”

He got out of the bathtub as well, reaching for the other towel on the rack. “Your back feel any better?”

“Loads”, you walked up behind him, resting your chin on his bare shoulder as you captured his gaze in the foggy mirror. “Thank you.”

“You did good today.. I know it wasn’t easy but you’re doing the right thing”, he softly spoke, drying his torso.

“I’m sure others would disagree”, you sighed, slipping on the silky chemise that you’d laid out for the night. “I-I’m just really scared of having to go to court about it.”

He adjusted the fallen strap on your left shoulder, dragging his fingers to your cheek, holding them there. “We have hard evidence and maybe even witnesses. Whatever happens, I’ll be right here with you, corazón, every step of the way.”

“Ah fuck”, you muttered under your breath, tugging at the hem of your chemise.

“Feeling sick? Cramp? What’s wrong?”, Javier hovered over you, immediately turning around.

“Oh no, no, I’m okay, just.. this doesn’t fit”, you chuckled.

He looked at the way the fabric didn’t stretch over your hips, smugly smiling. “It’s all those hot meals Lopez gave you.”

“Or it’s the fact that you knocked me up”, you retorted, playfully smacking his behind.

“Take my shirts until you can buy some new stuff”, he suggested, ruffling a smaller towel through his damp hair.

You pecked his shoulder, walking out of the bathroom to pull a t-shirt out of his bag. As you turned you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. Oh wow, yeah, your breasts did look a bit fuller and your lower belly had somewhat of a curve to it. You turned a bit, watching yourself from the side and hesitantly put a hand on your swollen abdomen. It wasn’t necessarily a noticeable bump yet, but it was there.

“You look beautiful”, his voice sounded.

You whipped your head in his direction, his figure looking impossibly broad leaning against the doorway like that. “You’re just saying that because of these”, you taunted, gesturing towards your chest.

“I’m saying it because it’s true.” He walked over to you, grabbing the shirt from your hands and slipping it over your head. “But if you don’t cover those up I won’t be able to control myself.”

He gave a flustered chuckle when you pushed the fabric up against your nose. “Smells like you..”

“Fucking weirdo. Let’s go make some food.”

 Javier had improvised a dinner with whatever he could find in your cupboards and fridge. He managed to cook up some homemade garlic bread while you sliced and diced some vegetables for the main course, promising a great start to the evening.

When you’d practically inhaled half a piece, he grabbed a hold of your wrist. “Slow down, you’re gonna choke.”

You took another bite, closing your eyes as you fucking savoured it. “You’re making this every day now.”

“I almost burned the apartment down, again”, he reminded you.

You laughed, giving him the opportunity to take the half-eaten piece of bread from your hand. He shoved it into his own mouth, winking at you. You gave him an offended look, crossing your arms as you stared into his eyes. “That was a hate crime.”

“C’mon, you were gonna be full before dessert, I did you a favour here”, he taunted, wiping some left-over butter off your chin.

You smiled at him, cuddling into his chest: “Shut up. Now hands off, I need to check on the chicken.”

He laid back in the couch, watching as you made your way over to the kitchen, the fabric of his shirt swaying in rhythm with your strides. “Need any help?”

“Nope! Do you want a beer?”, you called.

Javier could get used to this. He never really imagined himself a family man, but spending the evening just in your company? That didn’t seem so unlikely anymore. The way he’d catch you looking at him, eyes shimmering with unspoken words of affirmation and adoration, he could tell you were happy. He couldn’t grasp it though, the fact that somebody as sweet and pure as you would ever settle for a mess like him. Maybe he was somewhat of a project to you, or maybe, just maybe you loved him as much as you’d claimed earlier that day. His heart raced just from looking at you. The way you were stood in that mirror earlier, cupping the slight swell of your belly, it had triggered something within his deeper conscience. He’d never admit it though – well, maybe one day, but tonight, tonight was good enough the way it was. Just the two of you in that damn apartment, getting to know one another. As much as he was enjoying the moment, he couldn’t help but feel somewhat conflicted about what had been revealed to him back at the office. The recounting of your childhood conflicts and traumas not leaving his mind, even as he watched you twirl around the kitchen, teeth-baring grin plastered on that precious face of yours. How in the hell did you do it, how in the hell were you this strong. He’d been wanting to talk about it all night, wanting to know everything, but he’d decided that you could use a break, even if it was just for one night.

“Hola Peña, ayudarme!” (Hey, help me)

He immediately got up from the couch, joining you at the stove. “Did you say something?”

“Yeah, just get me two plates and like a spatula”, you instructed, turning the knobs on the furnace.

He passed you the utensil, two plates balancing on his other arm. “So we uh, we’re like a thing now, right?”

You found the time to look at him and raise an eyebrow. “Are you joking?”

“Thought I’d confirm before like.. grabbing your ass at work or something.”

“Grabbing my- take these damn plates to the couch before I beat your ass”, you giggled.

He did as you asked, smirking to himself, thinking of the perfect comeback. “Gotta tell Lopez and Suarez somehow.”

“I swear if you bring it up one more time I will not have sex with you for a week.”

 The rest of the night was spend on the couch with a tub of vanilla ice cream to be shared between the both of you. You’d eventually just gone to watching tv, too tired and sore to do literally anything else. Javier didn’t complain though, God knows he was exhausted as well. It was no surprise really when he fell asleep with your head in his lap, fingers suddenly stilled in your hair. You’d noticed he was out before dozing off yourself, mouth slightly agape, drooling a bit. The two of you had been there for about an hour, completely knocked out when Javier suddenly jolted awake, startling you.

“Shit, sorry”, he gasped.

You sat up, placing a hand on his heaving chest. “What’s the matter, Javi?”

“Just a stupid dream, but I’m fine”, he mumbled, rubbing his eyes.

“Sit tight baby, I’ll get you some water.”

He closed his eyes, tipping his head back as he focused on getting his heartrate down. This hadn’t happened in a while, well he hadn’t slept that much anyway, so go figure. When he had nightmares they were never about himself but about others and this time it was about you. He didn’t know what your dad looked like, not even in the slightest, but the picture he created in his head was enough to make his blood boil.

“Here, drink up.”

He eagerly took the glass from your hands, downing it in just a few gulps, his breathing somewhat slower. As you got up to refill it for him, he tugged you back over to him. “Please just.. sit with me..”

You put the glass on the coffee table, taking a seat on his lap, a leg on either side of him. Balling up the shirt’s fabric in your hand, you gently swiped it across his sweaty forehead. “Wanna talk about it?”, you cooed, brushing some stray locks behind his ear.

“Just give me a minute, then we can go to bed”, he slurred, resting his head against your sternum.

The two of you sat there for half a dozen minutes, just wrapped up in each other. It was silences like these you cherished. The only sound his breathing which got calmer by the minute until eventually he was perfectly fine again, pressing a kiss to your neck before looking up at you. You let out a squeak as he cupped your bottom, standing up with you wrapped around him. He carried you into the bathroom, setting you down on the counter there.

“I’m gonna get some more water, you get ready, okay?”

By the time he was ready for bed, you were already sat on the mattress, writing down a grocery list as he emerged. “M’gonna head out to the market tomorrow, need some stuff”, you declared, pen wedged between your teeth.

“Just wake me up, I’ll come with.”

“I was actually hoping to go and meet Connie as well and help her out with Olivia.”

He took his shirt off before sliding under the covers. “I’ll take Steve out then”, he added, rubbing a hand over your thigh. “C’mere querida, I’m not done with you yet.”

 When you fell asleep exactly, you had no idea, but it took a loooong time. Longer than usual, especially considering the other half of the bed was constantly moving. Whether it was tossing from his left to his right or accidentally sucker-punching you in his flailing, you couldn’t pinpoint. You’d nonetheless made your way out of the arena, taking you pillow to the couch. It wasn’t as comfy as your bed, but the risk of a broken nose was significantly smaller.

You woke up to a pair of lips pressed to your head, a hand on your shoulder. “Did I say something bad?”, he joked.

You nuzzled deeper into your pillow, not wanting to open your eyes, painfully fatigued. “Fuck you.”

“That bad huh?”, he continued, kneeling down in front of you.

“Nearly kicked me out of the bed”, you mumbled groggily, opening one eye to look at him.

He pecked your forehead again, rubbing a hand through your hair. “Tell you what, you go back to bed and I’ll run down to the bakery for some breakfast.”

“I’m gonna be like.. really really hungry though.”

“I’ll get you the good stuff, now get back in bed.”

You kissed his lips as you sat up, swatting his bum in passing. The bed had never felt so fucking snug before, as you flopped down. Falling back asleep almost as soon as you hit the pillow. You’d get your revenge later, but for now, you’d linger in the warmth of his pillow.

As Javier headed down to the shop, he took the scenic route, aka going to the office. He was a nervous wreck knowing your case could’ve been reviewed already. He just needed to know, he couldn’t get it out of his head at this point. He was surprised to find Steve there, giving him a knowing look before joining him at the desk.

“And?”

“They approved, should get a response somewhere next week.”

Javier let out a sigh of relief, leaning back on the desk. “Thank fucking Christ.”

“Think she’ll be okay?”, his partner asked, genuine concern in his tone.

“She’s fine, if it was up to me he would’ve been rotting in there already.”

“It’s not that easy okay, she still had ties with her sisters… she just didn’t want to lose it all over-“

“Over her own fucking safety?”, he scolded. “I mean shit, probably would have never even told me if she didn’t get her ass handed to her.”

Steve shuffled on his feet, motioning for his partner to calm down. “It’s not something she talks about. Don’t take it personally, I knew her for years and also found out that way.”

“Don’t take it pers– that’s the mother of my fucking child, man! Can’t get much more personal than that!”

“You wanna play daddy now huh, take care of your girl? Don’t fucking forget who made her run home in the first place Peña.”, Steve snarled, poking his friend in the chest.

He grabbed two fistfuls of Murphy’s jacket, face dangerously close to his, eyes glaring into his. “You know jack shit.”

“You gonna get sick of this one too? Find another altar to leave her at?”

“I was there holding her when she screamed and cried, for hours, I kept myself together for her, still do. And you, you fucking just watched her get destroyed and ripped apart and didn’t do shit! Don’t even try to talk down to me man, check yourself!” He was shaking with rage, chest heaving in between strings of broken screams and curses. “I burn for her.”

Deciding to be the bigger person, he turned around, heading out of the office. He wasn’t perfect, hell, far from it, but he wasn’t about to let that fucker get to him. He was bigger, better than this. So he did what he knew best, going for a drive. As he pulled up to the sandwich shop, like he’d promised the anger has somewhat left his body, the only remnant the protruding vein on his neck and the furrow of his brows.

When he walked back into the apartment he was met with a welcoming silence. He left his shoes and keys at the door, just the way you liked it and headed straight for the bedroom. You were cuddled up in the sheets, lips perked up in an adorable pout.

I burn for her.

Even peacefully asleep you set his heart aflame, unleashed the passions he’d hidden away years ago. You brought out the things he kept tucked away, for fear of what might happen if they were ever to be unleashed again. Something about the way you touched him, the way you talked to him, the way you just treated him in general made him feel safe and rooted. It made him feel like a person, the monstrous persona he’d become chipping away with every brush of your lips. You were it for him, all he ever needed and all he’d ever want, you were his everything. Maybe one day he could tell you, maybe one day he could find the right words to say to you, he sure as hell wanted to.

It was a bit past noon at this point, the sun starting to shine through the curtains. The beams cast the room in a yellowy hue, the sheets looking incredibly inviting and soft in this light. He set down the bag on the other side of the bed, slowly sitting down, putting a hand on your shoulder.

You blinked a few times, squinting as you adjusted to the brightness within the room. “What time is it?”

The two of you sat in bed, eating sandwiches and just enjoying the slow day. He’d told you he went to the office and ran into Murphy, he discretely let out the part where he almost choked him out, instead said something about Connie and him being unavailable today. You insisted you could handle yourself for some groceries, but Javier’s big stubborn brain had reasoned again anything of the sorts. So not too soon after the two of you found yourselves in the centre of Bogotá, the market to be precise.

He admired the way you talked to the locals and the way they seemed to know you, smiling and offering you kind words as you passed by them. Despite being the one to insist he come along, he found himself bored within minutes, straying from your side a bit when he thought you took too long deciding between fucking soap or towels. Javier had always been a simple man, not one to stop and enjoy the finer things, but with you here, he didn’t mind it all that much. Somewhere along the way you’d pointed out a small café, wanting to grab a quick drink before finishing up on your shopping. He’d of course agreed, Javier Peña wasn’t one to turn down a fresh, cold beer.

“¿Es mi niña?”, an elderly woman called out to you.

You got up and enveloped the lady in a heartfelt embrace. As she kissed your face all over, Javier just quirked a brow, perplexed at the sight.

“Dios mío, ¿ese es él tipo?“, the woman cooed, “Muy guapo.” (My goodness, is that him? Very handsome.)

You blushed a bit at her words, before slowly nodding. “Rosita, este es mi novio.“ (This is my boyfriend.)

“Perdón, ¿me estoy perdiendo algo?”, Javier intervened, not sure what to make of the situation. (Sorry, but am I missing something?)

Rosita walked off after you asked her for something, giving you the opportunity to turn back to Javier. “I met her before I went home. She spotted me in the square and offered me a drink. I told her about what a jerk you were.”

He huffed out an awkward laugh before stowing his aviators in his breast pocket. “De acuerdo, soy un imbécil”, he smirked, sitting down across from you. “Nothing you didn’t know beforehand.” (All right, I’m a jerk.)

“Mhm, but a very persuasive one”, you teased with a teeth-baring smile.

“Persuasive huh?”, he taunted, leaning forward a bit, “You better behave, hermosa, no se burle de mí..” (Don’t tease me.)

He leaned back in his seat as Rosita set two glasses on the table. “Bueno, ¿cómo está el bebé?”, she asked excitedly, sitting between the both of you. (Well, how’s the baby?)

The two of you quickly caught up to speed on the whole baby thing while Javier just sat back and listened. He didn’t get the whole fussing about it, he actually found it rather annoying and off-putting, the way people would obsess over you and your baby. Eventually the conversation turned back around and Rosita was decidedly interrogating Javier on his behaviour towards you.

“Bueno, ¿y tú la estás tratando bien?” Her tone left no room for arguing or dishonesty, eyes glaring into his own, making him shift in his seat. (Well, are you treating her right?)

“Hago lo mejor que puedo, señora.. pero es del tipo testarudo”, he answered, winking at you. (I try my best ma’am.. but she’s rather stubborn.)

The old woman laughed, putting a hand over his: “Eso es lo que me gusta escuchar.” (That’s what I like to hear.)

 After about another half hour of the chitchatting you finally returned to the market, to Javier’s relief. He adored the old woman, but small talk and “high tea” wasn’t really his strong suit. He preferred drinking with the guys, free of puny conversation topics such as stretchmarks and morning sickness. You seemed to be enjoying yourself however, hence why he stayed seated, rather than finishing up your shopping himself. The two of you were casually walking through the stands, a feet or two apart, not wanting to raise too much suspicion in case any sicarios should see the two of you together. No matter where, Javier was always on his toes, having been familiar with the cartel’s practices for quite some time now. So when you’d go buy vegetables at one stand, he’d go admire the spices at the next one over, occasionally sneaking peaks at you. You were doing exactly that when he found himself in front of a stand with children’s toys and clothes. He rolled his eyes, cursing himself for just not walking ahead as the woman smiled at him.

“¿Puedo ayudarte en algo, cariño?”, she asked nicely.

He looked down at the table, sputtering out something about just looking when his eyes land on the tiniest set of little socks. He can’t help himself and finds the corners of his mouth curling up ever so slightly. They were nothing special, just a pair of plain white socks with some yellow stripes on them, but something about them made him pull out his wallet.

He stuffed them in his back pocket, turning around to see you over at the next vendor already, stocking up on the last of your groceries. Later – he thought – I’ll tell her later.

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What We’ve Been Missing - Pope Heyward

In which Pope has his first time. 

Warnings: sexual content! swearing, i think thats it.  Word Count: 1.8k  Authors Note: Here it is folks! The last part to this tiny little Pope series! I’ve really enjoyed writing this and exploring writing for Pope and honestly, I would love to write more Pope stuff! Send me Pope requests!! I love you all! 

Sexual content under the cut!

original gif by @auriants 

It had been months since you and Pope had started respectively going down on each other, and it had been months of bliss. 

After the first few weeks, sex was brought up, and it was decided that the two of you were not ready to take that step yet, but as time had gone on, and you had grown more comfortable with the sexual aspect of your relationship, sex became a more pressing topic. 

As Pope became more confident in bed, he also became more confident in terms of talking about sex with you. Sex was now the point of many of your conversations. You had talked about how you both feel about sex, where you think you will have your first time together, positions in which you would like to explore. Anything and everything, you two had discussed it, and the more you did, the more clear it became that sex was no longer a question of if, but when, whenever the best opportunity arose. 

It was another beautiful day out on the water closing with the orange glow of the setting sun. You and Pope had been slyly teasing each other all day long. 

Another thing to come along with exploring things in bed as well as Pope newfound confidence, teasing, all the damn time. Pope teased you whenever, and where ever he could. With the Pogues, with your parents, with his parents, in the van, on the boat, anywhere he could. 

You and Pope had been messing with each other all day. Finally, you managed to break away from the group and ended up at Pope's house. The instant you were in the door you had your hands all over him. You made your way to his room, where you rid yourselves of clothes and proceeded. 

“I wanna have sex.” He blurts out in between kisses. 

“What?” You laugh at his sudden statement. 

“I mean, uh,” He begins to retract his statement. “If you want to, too, of course, and we don’t have to-” You cut him off with a kiss to his swollen lips. 

“I want to,” You tell him through your lips as they touch him. “I would love to. I just want you to be ready. It’s your first time, do you think you’re ready?” 

“Absolutely. I love you and I want to do this with you.” 

“Amazing, and I love you too.” You smirk, place a chast kiss on his lips. It was clear that Pope was nervous, but his new found confidence hid his nerves decently well. 

He knew this time that he didn’t have to question or doubt anything. You loved him and he loved you. He knew he wouldn’t last very long, and that it probably wouldn’t be the best sexual experience of your life, but he had your past speeches in his head. 

Nothing with us could ever be bad. It’s okay for it to be new. We will learn together. 

These assurances in his mind, and you naked in front of him was all that he needed to know that everything was going to be fine. He was going to have sex with you. 

His sexual knowledge based on his conversations and experiences with you told him that he probably wasn’t going to make you cum from sex, at least not this time. So he went down on you first, allowing you to cum and be ready for him. 

Once you had come twice, and were wet and prepared, be made his way up your body, kissing you deeply. 

“How do you want it babe?” You ask him as he pulls away. 

“Um, I’m not sure honestly.” This is when his nerves came out, he trembles as he spoke. “Whatever you think would um, be the best,”  

“Hey, look at me,” You take his face in your hands. “It’s okay, I have an idea okay?” 

He nods, allowing you to move out from under him. You grab a condom from his bedside table, you both had bought a box for your bedrooms to be prepared. You help him put it on, and he groans softly as you roll it onto his hard length. You press your lips to his, adjusting to straddle him. He sits up, not breaking his mouth from yours. 

“You okay?” You ask him, looking into his chocolate brown eyes which were dilated widely. 

“More than.” 

“You ready?” 

“Extremely.” He replies in a very Pope fashion. 

“Okay,” You go back to his lips. You reach down, taking him in your hand and pumping him a few times. Settling around him, you press his tip to your entrance, and slowly sink down into his lap. 

“Holy fuck.” He groans, tilting his head back in pure bliss, you took this opportunity to kiss his neck. Pope knew that he was a goner. He would never tell you this, but he had been attempting to strengthen his stamina in preparation for this moment, but nothing could have ever readied him for the way that it felt to be inside you.  

You were tight, and warm, and better than he ever could have imagined possible. 

His hands found your hips, holding you as your hips connected and he was fully sheathed within you. You let out a small whimper too. It had been a while since you had sex, and the feeling was an adjustment. 

“Are you okay?” Pope asks you, no matter how blissed out he was, he also wanted to make sure that you were comfortable. You were still his top priority. You nod to him, signaling that you were in fact okay. 

He was still sitting up, so you wrapped one of your arms around his shoulders, and took his face in your hand with the other. You both stand still for a moment, relishing the feeling shared between the two of you. 

As you begin to roll your hips, he presses his face into your neck, kissing it and nipping at your delicate skin. The abnormal feeling subsides quickly as is replaced by waves of pleasure. You helped him lay back, chest still flush against his and you began bouncing your hips, snapping them against him. This insited a lustful moan to tumble from his lips. 

“That feel good Popey?” Your sinful tone filled his ears making him even more turned on. 

“Fuck I’m not gonna last very long.” He admitted, but you already knew that. They never last the first time. 

“I know baby, that’s okay.” You tell him truthfully. You sit up, now postured tall over his laying body. His hands grip your hips again, running from your hips, down your legs, up to your bouncing breasts, and back to your hips again. It was as if his hands were attempting to memorize every smooth curve of your figure. 

Your hands were on his chest, steadying yourself as you moved faster. You felt yourself slowly building up to another high, but doubted you would get there due to the limited time that you had. You smiled to yourself, knowing that Pope made you cum beforehand because he knew he wouldn’t last long.

“Fuck this feels so good, you feel so good.”

“You’re doing so well for me Popey.” 

Pope stops your movements by flipping you over, a new and interesting glint of lust in his eyes. He kisses you harshly and looks into your eyes, almost asking for permission to continue in this position. You nod rashly, and he begins thrusting into you. You moan loudly as he takes over the work you were once doing. You were surprised at his sudden dominant action, however you loved the fact that he was allowing himself to take over, rather than allowing you to be in control the entire time. This told you that he was comfortable enough to not constantly question himself. 

You wrap your legs around his waist, wanting your bodies to be as close as they possibly could. His thrusts were slow and loving, taking his time with each stroke of his hips. Your moans were music to his ears, and he treasured the fact that he was getting such a reaction from you. Your reaction drove him to plunge into you in more rapid motions, moving his hips up and down in a more rushed fashion. 

The change of pace surprised you, causing a gasp to catch in your throat.

“Fuck Pope” Your hands grip at his shoulders and back, he was hitting your spot now. 

“I”m so close.” He tells you gruffly. 

“Let go baby, cum inside me.” 

A few more deep thrusts and he was coming undone within you for the first time. The feeling was euphoric. 

You kissed him, muffling his sounds as he rode out his high, spilling into the rubber. Your ankles locked around his waist, holding him in place as he was milked dry. He did his best to hold himself up over you, but collapsed a good portion of his weight on you as he regained his breath. 

You place gentle kisses along his cheek, neck and shoulder as he takes a moment. You were still a bit worked up, but you elected to ignore it, wanting Pope to come down from his orgasm so you could gage his emotions. 

“Fuck,” He mumbles as he rolls off of you and lays on his back. You giggle at his bluntness. He removes the condom, leaning over your bed to throw it away. You pull a blanket from the foot of the bed and pull it over your naked bodies, cuddling into his side and throwing your leg over his waist. 

He was still quite flabbergasted, sighing as he layed back down, wrapping his arms around you and allowing you to settle within them. 

“You okay?” 

“That was amazing.” He states as fast as he could, kissing your forehead. 

“Yeah?” You ask. 

“What do you mean yeah? Of course it was.” He tells you. 

“I dunno,” You drift off drawing circles on his bare skin. “It was your first time, I wanted to make sure it was good, give you the best first experience possible.” 

“There’s no one I would have rather done this with. This was the best it possibly could have been, because you’re the best I could possibly have.” 

This makes you tear up slightly. 

“Thank you for saying that Popey.” 

“And thank you,” he kisses your lips this time. “For being amazing and showing me all of this, and letting it be new and allowing me to be comfortable. Everything has been amazing, and tonight was perfect.” 

“Of course baby,” You whisper. “If you think that was good, just wait. It only gets better from here.” 

“I can’t fucking wait.” 

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Meant To Be: Part 4

Pairings: Machine Gun Kelly x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, drug use.

Word Count: 3,581

A/N: Y’all can thank @wings-of-a-raven for this one….

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

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“I got him.” It was the simplest sentence in the entire world but it made your heart soar as Colson pulled his arm out from under yours and got out of bed to get Gage. A smile pulled at the corner of your lips and you squinted in the suddenly bright room light to watch the two loves of your life interact first thing in the morning.

“Hey, Gage. What are you cryin’ this early in the damn morning for, huh? Let me guess… you want the tits, don’t you?”

“What are you, like four? Change him.”

“And a half.” Colson countered as he laid his son down on the changing mat. “Yea, I think Mommy forgot my wicked sense of humor, son.”

“Don’t you mean perverted?”

“Same shit.” He chuckled as he leaned down and playfully ‘ate’ Gage’s hand to get him to smile. “What do you think, huh? Is Daddy a perv?”

“Yes.” You laughed as you rolled over enough to pull Colson’s shirt off so you didn’t have to fully sit up yet. “Just bring him here. It’s too damn early to function.”

“Heard that.” He said as he came over and laid his son down in front of you. You used the shirt in your hands just to prop his hips up on and kept your eyes open just long enough to make sure he latched before you closed them again.

“You gunna lay back down and keep me warm or are you just gunna stand there and watch?” You grumbled as you slowly brushed your thumb down Gage’s back as you held him in the right position to nurse. You felt the bed dip behind you before Colson settled right up against your back and put his hand on your hip. You could almost feel the tension leave his body as his other arm slid under your head so that he could lace his fingers with yours above Gage’s head.

“I love you, (Y/N).” He whispered against your shoulder before giving it a feather light kiss. “So fucking much.” You turned your head the slightest bit to look at him and he sat up a couple inches to see your face so neither of you disrupted your son.

“I’ve always loved you, Colson.” You breathed back as the smallest hint of tears welled in your eyes. “But I can’t be hurt by you again… I won’t make it…”

“I won’t baby girl.” He promised as he moved his hand from your hip to cup your jaw. “I swear, I will make this shit right again, no matter what I have to fucking do.” You nodded your head and he quickly shifted enough so that he could lean down to kiss you with every ounce of passion he had in his being. Tears started to fall and you forced yourself to pull back with a shake of your head.

“You can’t make me cry!” You sobbed as you awkwardly reached up to wipe your face. “When I cry, I lactate, and I’ll get milk on the baby…”

“Oh, shit… Honey, I’m sorry.” He laughed as he leaned over you to make sure his son hadn’t fallen victim to an unwanted milk bath. “Fuck, that’s fuckin’ funny.”

“Shut up, Kels.” You huffed with a smile as you wiped your tears away. He chuckled as he laid back down behind you, getting impossibly closer to you this time around. 

“So I think we should do something as a family today.” He said as he tangled his long legs with yours. “Like that waterfall you used to go to as a kid with the bomb ass name…”

“Hooker Falls?” You asked as you pulled his hand off your hip so he could hold Gage up for you. “Shit, I’m always down for a mini road trip. It’s gunna be fucking cold and people are gunna see you.”

“Good, let ‘em fuckin’ see. Our family is fucking awesome.”

——

“Oh, thank the Lord. Where have you been? Where’s Gage? Are you both OK? I’ve been worried sick.” Your mom asked rapidly before you had even gotten the front door to your house all the way open. You paused for a half second, blinked your eyes, and looked over at where she was standing in your kitchen.

“And yet you didn’t call me once to find out if I was OK.”

“Well I just… I didn’t wanna bother you if…” Her words fell off as she looked up at Colson, who gave her a tight lipped smile and a nod.

“Hey Marie.”

“Colson. How are you doing?” She asked as sweetly as she possibly could as she eyed Gage on his hip.

“I’m doing alright. Yourself?”

“Well much less worried now that my daughter is home where she belongs.”

“We’re not staying long.” You said as you gave your boyfriend a gentle push toward the stairs. “Just picking up a few things…”

“(Y/N), can I speak with you alone?” Marie asked before you could head down to the basement. You gave Kels a knowing look and turned your back on him as he headed down to the basement apartment you were renting until you figured out what you were doing next. “He’s not staying here.” 

“No, he’s not.” You sighed as you crossed your arms over your chest. “He’s staying in a hotel…”

“And what happened to ‘he’s an asshole’?”

“Oh, he’s still an asshole.” You huffed with a laugh. “But he’s also Gage’s father…”

“And you’re just gunna let him take my grandson?” She interrupted as she gestured toward the stairs. “Are you on the drugs again?”

“Whoa!” You shouted as you took a step back and held your hands up. “First of all, I am not on drugs because I have a son that is my reason for living sober these days. He gives me a reason to get out of bed and be a good mother for him every day. And being a good mother means giving my son a chance to know his father no matter how much he pisses me off. So to answer your other question, no. I am not going to let him take my son but I am absolutely going to let him be a father and spend as much time with our child as he wants until I know he can handle being a father since he hasn’t been there. But when that day comes, it will be my choice, OK? Now, I am going to go down stairs to pack some stuff up for a couple day sleep over with my baby daddy. And no, there will be no drugs involved, OK? Good talk.” Your mother looked a little shocked at your boldness since she was not used to you being so outspoken as you turned and headed down stairs. 

“Told you she hates me.” Colson said as he looked up from the floor where he was playing with Gage. “So he rolls over… kinda?”

“Yes, he rolls over.” You laughed as you closed the door at the stairs. “He rolls front to back easily but I’m guessing he flailed a lot trying to get from back to front.”

“I got a little concerned.” He huffed with a smile. “So I cheated and helped.”

“Nothing wrong with that.” You said as you crouched down in front of Gage. “What are you doing? Givin’ Daddy little heart attacks, huh?”

“Does this fear ever go away?”

“What fear?” You asked with a glance over at him as you started collecting Gage’s favorite toys. 

“Fear of fucking everything. That he’s gunna just stop breathing, or that I’m gunna fucking break him if I look at him the wrong way.”

“Yes and no.” You smirked at him as you got up to find a suitcase. “The fears just change over time. Like right now, I’m afraid he’s gunna put your nasty ass headphone in his mouth and choke on it.”

“Shit.” Colson muttered as he quickly reached out and pulled his headphones out of his son’s hand, which made him start to cry. “Shit… no, don’t cry…”

“It’s a never ending game!” You called out over your shoulder as you packed up Gage’s clothes and supplies in one bag. “Take one toy away and you better figure out real fast which one will replace it so he stops crying.”

“Still not gunna cut me some slack, are you?” He called out as he laid on his side and held up a stuffed dog that had crinkly limbs.

“Try making noises with it!” You called out over the crying as you stopped in the small kitchen to stock up for a couple days with Kels until you needed to go on a food run anyways. “Wait, let me find my phone first.” He huffed and started making some weird ass noises to try to get his son’s attention. You burst out laughing and abandoned what you were doing to head over to get a video a few seconds before he switched and started having a conversation between the dog and a caterpillar ball that had a bell in it that instantly caught Gage’s attention. You smiled and laid your phone down against the leg of a table to keep recording so that you could pack up some clothes for yourself.

“Fuck, I love you, baby.” You sighed as you stopped long enough to bend down to kiss the top of Colson’s head.

“Love you, too, baby girl.”

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“So I was thinking.” Colson said as he only half paid attention to the way you were putting your Boba Wrap carrier on him. “We should go on an actual date.”

“You’re supposed to be watching.” You grumbled as you tied the black fabric at his hip.

“I’m watching. Date me, woman.”

“No.”

“No?!” He asked as you lifted Gage out of his carseat and gave his sweet little cheek a kiss. “What’d’a ya mean, no?”

“No means no. Will you hold him please, jeez-a.”

“Oh, you’re gunna date me, bitch.” He huffed as he held Gage to his chest so you could get him wrapped in the carrier properly. “I’m gunna fuckin’ wine and dine your ass.”

“I swear to God, Kels.” You laughed as you pulled the last band into place and made sure all the straps were where they needed to be. “Comfortable?”

“Is this gunna hold him?” Colson asked as he held on to Gage’s backside and back so he wouldn’t fall. You couldn’t stop yourself when you replied with a shrug.

“Hope so.”

“Fuck. I hate it when you do shit like that.”

“He’s fine!” You laughed as you grabbed your bag and the cooler from the back seat. “Do you really think I’d put my kid in a carrier I didn’t trust?”

“OK, fair point.” He said as you locked your car and headed toward the short hiking path. “So let’s talk about this date.”

“Why do you wanna go out on a date with me, babe?”

“Because for the last four… no wait, it’s more like five now, isn’t it? Anyways, I’ve treated you like shit. Like you were just some groupie pussy. But that ain’t who you are. You’re my girl. I’ve been spotted with other bitches leaving the bars and dinners and shit, why the fuck have I been so scared to do the same shit with the love of my life.” You surprised yourself when you couldn’t even find the words to say right away.

“Because being seen out in public with me means so much more than being seen with someone else.” You replied after a few minutes. “Because being seen with me moves us a step closer to a reality neither one of us ever dreamed would happen for either of us.”

“But we’re already there, aren’t we?” He asked as he looked down at his baby boy. “The three of us… we’re a family.”

“Yea.” You breathed with a nod as you reached under your sunglasses to wipe away a tear as subtly as possible. “Yea, we are.”

“Oh, don’t cry.” Colson said, knowing your little moves better than you thought he did. “Come here, baby girl. It’s a good thing, right?”

“It’s still a scary thought, babe. One way or another, it’s a scary thought.”

“I know.” He agreed as he laced his fingers with yours and gave them a little squeeze. “But we’re in it together, right? You, me, and our main man, Gage!” He cupped his mouth and mock cheered for a moment, which made your son squeal with laughter and look up at his dad like he was the greatest thing in the entire world.

“God, you are a dork.” You laughed as you leaned into his side for a moment as the end of the short path finally came into view. “Alright, welcome to Hooker Falls.” Instead of looking at the view you had already seen a hundred times, you looked up at your boyfriend’s surprised face.

“Holy shit.” He gasped as he picked his jaw up off the floor. “Damn this is fire!”

“Yep.” You agreed as you gently tugged his hand to grab a place in the shade up by the waterfall. “Welcome to my home.”

“Why the fuck did you ever leave? Shit, you can jump from up there?! Oh, I’m doing it.”

“Not with the baby on your chest you aren’t.” You giggled as you set your bags down on one of the only partially grass covered spots available. “Give me baby.”

“Mommy’s no fun, Gage.” Kels teased as he held his son to his chest so you could untangle him from the wrap. The second he was free and the wrap was off, he kicked off his shoes, ripped off his shirt, and handed you his bandana, phone, and wallet to jog toward the water.

“Wait for it.” You smirked as you hit record on your cell phone video a few moments before he hit the water. Colson swore loudly and froze in the 55 degree water. You could see the shiver race up his tattooed body as he tried to tell himself to go in deeper but his legs refused to move. “Cold, baby?” You called out as he took a hesitant step.

“Fuck off.” He grumbled, which only made you laugh harder.

“Daddy’s silly.” You cooed as you turned off the video to sit down so you could take a photo or two to post to your private Instagram, which was the only place online that had photos of you and Kels together and photos of your son because the only people that were following you on there were your family and a very select group of friends. You threw out a thicker beach towel on the ground and laid out Gage’s play mat for him so he had some extra padding, and got him comfortable and propped up on a small, half moon pillow before taking your cover up off to enjoy the warm weather.

“Oh, baby boy.” You groaned as you laid on your side beside the play mat and propped yourself up with your hand. “What is Mommy gunna do here, huh?” You looked over and found Colson, who was following a kid that looked no older than 10 up the slightly unclear path to the jump point off to the far side of the waterfall. “You know, your Daddy is a really good man.” You told him as you shamelessly checked Colson out. “He is, but he’s… shit, he’s such a drama queen sometimes. And I love the man to death, baby boy, I really do but that scares me so freaking bad.

Because Mommy’s caught him with other women before. And Mommy’s been forgotten after gigs she went to to see him. And Mommy and Daddy fight a lot over some of the stupidest shit… but I also know that your Daddy would move mountains for us. And I can’t help but think that maybe, just maybe, you were the push Daddy needed. And trust me, Gage, I hate that I don’t know if getting back together with your Dad now is a good choice after everything we’ve been through already. I just don’t fucking know. But I can promise you one thing.” You cooed as you looked over at him to watch him peacefully batting at a hanging mirror on the play mat above him like it was the most interesting thing in the universe. 

“I promise that no matter what, I’m gunna do right by you baby boy. Even if Daddy turns out to be a fuck head. Yes I will.” You cooed as you grabbed a toy from your bag to distract your son from the mirror for a bit and to get him to practice rolling over. You heard a young boy shout as he jumped in the water and you quickly picked up your phone to record Colson’s first jump. “Get it, baby!” You shouted as you hit play when your boyfriend peeked over the edge to make sure the coast was clear. He took a few steps back and hiked up his slightly baggy swim shorts before taking a running jump off the edge. He executed a nearly perfect back flip and landed feet first in the water. You cheered as he came up for air and shook his hair out of his face and you turned the camera toward Gage’s smiling face. “Did you see that, baby boy? Yea, Daddy did a flip! And his dumbass thought Mommy was gunna let him take you off that jump…”

“Be nice to me, bitch.” Colson said as he swam over to get out to warm up. “Shit that’s freezing.”

“So that’s what the big bad MGK has got to say? It’s freezing? Pussy.”

“OK, let’s see you get in then.” He laughed as he dried his hands on the edge of the towel and reached for your phone.

“Oh no!” You laughed as you used your foot to keep him back. “It’s way to fucking cold for all that shit.”

“You’re a real bitch.” You laughed as he snagged the phone out of your hands and stood up with it. “See ladies and gentlemen. This girl, the smoking hot smart ass that she is, didn’t even bother letting me know that shit was fucking cold just like her heart.”

“You’re a fucking tool!” You laugh as you kicked his shin. “That’s not live or nothin’, by the way.”

“Well then let’s make it fucking live and shit.”

“Wait, what?” You asked as you sat up but Colson held your phone above his head so even if you were to stand on your tiptoes, you still couldn’t reach it. He logged out of your Instagram account and logged into his account instead. “Colson… don’t…”

“Shut up, (Y/N), it’s happening.” He said as he broke the video down into two parts and started typing out a caption. “And when I’m done with this shit, I’m re-adding your account to mine so I can tag you so the whole world knows who my baby mama is.”

“Fucking Christ.” You groaned as you laid back on the blanket. “Well baby boy, looks like we just became Insta-famous. He’s in that video, just FYI.”

“Good, He’s fucking cute as fuck.” He said as he slowly lowered his arms and sat down on the blanket at your feet when he realized you weren’t putting up as much of a fight as he thought you were going to. “There. Check it… oh wait!” He fiddled a little more, adding himself to your account before handing you back your phone with a giant smile. “There. Out there for the whole fucking world to see, now.”

—Family- the most important shit in the whole fucking world. I’ve made the mistake this far of not acknowledging my ride or die the way she deserved but I’m changing that right fucking now, after five years of shit that I dragged her through. Nearly lost my girl for good because of my dumbass decisions but we are EST for life and I am eternally grateful that she saw it in her heart to forgive me for everything I’ve done.

Here’s the bad ass Baker family enjoying the fucking cold ass water at Hooker Falls, a spot where @(Y/I/N) and I should probably move to permanently because fuck knows we’re both hookers at heart… that is if it wasn’t for my awesome baby boy needing diapers and shit.

“Wow.” You breathed as you set your phone down and look up at him with a small smile. “Thank you.”

“Come ‘ere, kiss me.” Your smile grew as he got up and placed a fist on either side of your hips to hold himself up. He captured your lips with his and you cupped his jaw in your hands for a moment before he pulled back with a smirk. “But you better get your ass in that water or I’m just gunna chuck you in.”

“OK!” You laughed as you pushed him back away from you for a moment. “Just watch our kid. And he can’t go in the water, Colson. It’s too cold and he could catch hypothermia because he can’t regulate his temp the way adults can yet.”

“Yes Miss Bossy Pants.” He called out as he laid down next to his son and picked up the toy you had abandoned.

Part 5

[danseinthefallout]

If The FO4 Companines Had a YT Channel

This is just from my crap brain at 3 am so please forgive me -includes DLC (and my OC Stella) in this madness-

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Cait; She would definitely do self defense videos and how to videos on kicking peoples asses

Codsworth; cute organizing videos that make you want to get your shit together

Curie; SCIENCE VIDEOS! Her videos would be playing in any science class and it would be fun to watch.

Danse; He’s post work out videos and he would even do advice videos on heath

Deacon; SFX makeup tutorials and speed videos on him making new disguises. Theater kids LOVES him

Dogmeat; good boy compilations. 100 billion views

Hancock; He’s have a podcast with many people from the Commonweath but he’s be high as fuck while he does it

MacCready; i have a feeling he’d be ether a Reddit channel or he’s play Minecraft with some buds. Sorry I don’t make the rules

Nick; I think he’d be a story time YouTubers with all the stories he had from his jobs and maybe he’s post a vlog or two about it. Imagine Nick being a blogger...

Piper; Piper would report only the news like Phillip DeFranco. We love our reporter bb

Preston; he’d make the sweetest videos about helping others and how it’s okay to ask for help. He’s be such a great Allie on everything :)

Strong; CHAOTIC MESS. Literally he’d post videos on breaking shit and it would be millions of views. Jack Paul who?

X6-88; this would be an obsurd channel he’d make mesmerizing videos that feel real but are fake. The werid side of YouTube as you will.

Ada; She would probably make videos about surprising her friends with things (like David Dobark and MrBeast BUT WAY LESS CHAOTIC) and it would be just to nice and wholesome to watch :)

Longfellow; he’s have a show where he drinks whiskey and answer questions and it would be like having a dad :)

Gage; he would tell stories and Tana Mongoose is SHAKING. Or he’d just read off stuff ASMR style.

Stella; she’s make videos on modding guns and DIY videos

BOUNS!

Maxon; I would say old school Onion boy butttt Onion boy is going to JAIL. So I’d say conspiracy videos (not like Shane Dawson tho) -hope this one is to you 🌶 SPICY 🌶 of a take-

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Anyways that’s my Ted Talk thank you for coming

[unikornu]

Alright, let's go with... ❌, 💋, 🧡, 🍋, 🌠 for Lucy aaaand 🔥, 🍐, 🌸 for Harrison?

Thank youuuuu for ask. Good lord it will be long. Let’s go with Lucy first:

❌ What kind of things would end any relationship for them? Is there a history behind why these things bother them? Could they ever take someone back despite this? If so or if not, why?

If her partner would try to keep convincing her to change the way she lives or looks. She likes how she is and assumes if a person ends up in a relationship with her that means they accept her for how she is including the bad traits too. You take the whole package or get the hell out. All her life she heard what is right to do, how a girl should act and so on in a place that was corrupted to the bone so she wouldn’t take it. She lied to her pre-war boyfriend Ian about her criminal job with Harrison and regretted it to the very end so she would rather not pretend in any relationship anymore that she is different person than she is and if one would try to convince her that “sure there is still some goodness in your heart, you just lost it on your way, lemme help you” they are out of that relationship, no way back unless they stop japping their mouth about it. She knows she is bad, she knows she still has a pinch of humanity left, but she likes who she is, accepts it fully and doesn’t take criticisms for it. Hope...it made some sense...uhm.

💋 How affectionate are they with their friends? Their family? Their romantic partner(s) (if they have any)? Are they more physical or emotional when it comes to displaying their affection? Why?

Uhmmm i think i will just write how she would spend time with those who she calls friends and so on if its okay like that. With friends she is more emotional about it rather than physical. She respects the “private distance” which is not very often visible in raider world in public like that. 

Lizzie Wyath: She would mostly come late evening into her lab and agree on doing some tests with her. She trust her enough to not expect any holes or explosions in her face at the end of the day. She would always open up to her about her fears and some spicy details about Gage while drinking their asses under the table. Girly chit chats.

William Black:  She knows he has a crush on her but doesn’t push the idea of being friends anyway. They would occasionally go on a patrols around Nuka Town if Gage would be occupied with something else or secretly meet at Parlor for a late dinner. She doesn’t mind going a bit more physical around him because of the knowledge that he is interested if Porter wouldn’t be in the way. She would brush his shoulder and even leave him a kiss on a cheek if dinner ended nicely without disruptions but she would stop there. If he would try to kiss her she would just place a finger on his lips and direct him to the side. 

Mason: Howling together and organizing shit parties but nothing else. Eventually she would keep assuring him she has her best interest in the pack as well and show her affection by completing a various tasks for him. She would ensure her loyalty to him back as a way of affection. 

Also there is Shelbie and Chip Morse along with Maddox. Making friends with traders isn’t a good thing to show around but she shows her affection towards them by keep asking about their needs and manages in the end to get rid of their collars so here she goes fully emotional. Even if they are ladder below them she considers them friends and will often ask about their well being daily.

So in general she mostly goes the emotional way with friends rather than physical but it again depends on many factors like with William as example. 

Now for Gage, oh boy. They are partners so she will display all kinds of physical affection later on but mostly in privacy. Brushing his shoulder when tinkering around his rifle, pulling him by his shirt for a kiss out of nowhere, don’t start me on swinging to radio and performing some dance around him like a paradise fucking bird. Because Gage doesn’t like to talk about feelings, neither she actually at that time they just need to look and gaze in each other eyes to know they are freaking good or to spot if anything is wrong. No words needed. Funny thing is that for both of them just saying “i love you” is fucking hard so even after their first time they still didn’t say it but they know. Actions baby, actions. 

So she is more emotional towards her friends but going full physical with the partner. Maybe emotions are becoming a bit scary when you lean deeper with someone...Man these questions are hard :))

🧡 Who is your OC’s favourite person? Why is this person the top of their list and have they actually met them (an idol or rolemodel or celeb can be someone’s favourite after all!).

I can’t call any celebrity but from a people who she met it would be probably Rosey, her red-haired co-worker from Sapphire Club in pre-war. She was just perfect for her, beautiful, confident, deadly, efficient and danced as hell, bringing all the eyes in the crowd to her. The outfits always shining and on point. She was a star of that freaking club and she knew it while on the other side being as efficient and more balanced killer than her. Woman of many talents and some deadly ones too. Although the reason she was so good was the fact she was very lonely and no one would miss her if she would die in action so she always pulled herself to the very top, for herself mostly. No regrets whatsoever, neither lies hidden from anybody she cared about but her clients.

🍋 Does your OC act petty and jealous easily? What sort of things make them feel like this and do they experience guilt for getting so worked up? How do they deal with these emotions when they get them? If your OC doesn’t feel like this often, why not?  

I couldn’t for shit understand the petty word no matter how deep i would stare in dictionary so i will stick to jealous. She will get jealous when someone would display better knife skills and overall the range of “killer” skills. She was trained to be the perfect little puppy to her owner so the thought of someone eventually showing around and being as good or hell better would strike her in a way. But she wouldn’t bitch publicly about it, neither to Gage. She would deal with it by training harder to the point she would eventually break down mentally if failing to achieve higher level of some skill. She would feel guilt to herself of not being able to do more and eventually just go drink and go for another round of calmex trip just to hear Gage yelling at her again for being irresponsible and stupid and then feeling guilt again for acting on emotions like that. What a healthy carousel for her. If someone would try to flirt with Gage she wouldn’t feel any of it, neither be jealous cus she knows bitch will be dead eventually in some alley anyway if she won’t stop. If Gage tho would go with the flirt along then he will just end up with a decorated beaten eye and very grumpy business partner. 

🌠 Who was your OC’s first friend? Do they remember them or are they still friends now? Talk about some of the people your OC has lost contact with over the years. Do they have any regrets about losing these people and would they revist them if they could?

From people she considered friends that are still present even if they were kind of bastards was Harrison as he is the only one that survived the bombs and is all fine and well. He didn’t even age one bit due to being supernatural but he is like past his 40′s. It was a bit of toxic friendship mixed with job but after all they were friends anyway and he cared for her despite what happened. She didn’t make any solid friends as a kid due to her mother’s mental issues and her being the weird scary kid beating boys and girls around who were just looking weird at her. 

Ian and Rosey didn’t survive the bombs so they are gone but between these two she would like to have Rosey back as she was her best friend in her criminal life and they worked together (and the idol of sort as i mentioned above). She wouldn’t dare to bring or meet Ian again even if he would be alive because she loved him and she feels guilty as fuck for lying to him all that time but she was too chickenshit scared to reveal anything to him in fear of losing him...well she lost him anyway but yeah. 

Harrison’s round now:

🔥 Give us a list of general likes and dislikes, such as colours, textures, music, weather and other stuff!

Its hard to go fallout likes/dislikes for now on him so i will just write what i know so far:

Harrison is a typical classic grumpy man who likes a good glass of whiskey, his white shirts smooth and clean as well as some classic music when he chills around with his legs rested on the table. He smokes a lot too but always with his drink, never without. 

He sticks to the same wardrobe choice with neutral colors like his closet would be filled with few pieces of the same coat, hat and shirts. As much as he doesn’t care about variety he cares about quality. His coat is bulletproof as well as his hat. Very practical and experienced man. Hates to get a blood on his white shirt. Will bitch about it.  

He actually likes to do job as well with Lucy and Gage later on but pre-war he was forced to stay low due to vault-tech still sniffing around for him to bring him back to the lab and finish the experiment. They never got to him, luckily but he still has to be careful around Institute.

Highly dislikes irresponsible and stupid people who act like Lucy used to. He always likes to have a decent plan, very organized man. As Gage and Lucy he has same likes when it comes to lifestyle but won’t get involved as much as to protect their asses. 

He prefers to travel at quiet, cloudy nights, especially when its foggy due to his supernatural skills. He doesn’t like to drag attention. He likes to take night walks around the town when his company is asleep and lowly whistle under his nose while playing with smoke in his fingers and scare nearby raiders who still stroll around by manipulating with objects around. (he can use telekinesis to move objects and sometimes people) 

He loves his hat and no one dare to touch it or take it away or you will face a wrath of green smoky goo.

He likes killing in general as an action, he puts his full focus on a task at hand, be it killing or yelling at Lucy for being stupid again.

He does feel guilt for failing to protect his son and family before the war so he likes to show his affection around Lucy and just be around for her with some good advice.  

🍐 What is your OC’s mentality? Are they overall positive? Negative? A bit of both? Describe their thought patterns and reasoning behind their choice making!

He is rather negative but due to preference to be rather not surprised in the end, again. Healthy pessimism. In the end he failed a fuckton with protecting his son and became a living experiment without his knowledge nor will so he isn’t the most cheerful old folk but will still crack a joke or smile because he prefers to turn his focus on what’s still left. 

He doesn’t dwell much in a past, he is more of “here and now” when it comes to his thought process. He knows he can’t change the past so will focus on current situation but neither without overanalyzing it as much as to just make sure his company is safe. He will turn his focus to Porter too because Lucy cares about him. His mind due to his soul powers mostly works as a set of strong desires and needs at the current moment and will focus on these. But overall he is just a disappointed, tired man who failed a lot back then, regrets it but moves on with a stoic face and uses his powers to protect the ones he cares about, no matter if they are criminals or raiders. 

🌸 What does your OC’s voice sound like? Their laugh? Are they good at singing? Do they have an accent?

I must say that i chose Teddy Wright as his “base” to making him in game also due to the voice. I would totally go for that voice, it just fits his looks and even the laugh but would probably add some hoarseness to it as he drinks and smokes quite a lot and no amount of supernatural powers will help you with that. If something would make him laugh real hard he would laugh very loudly but end up with coughing shortly after. He isn’t good at singing but he can whistle really well and even make some bird sounds or whistle whole songs or other interesting sounds.

[avatarconner]

About Kindred and The Order

With seeing my last post to you, with seeing how things are, with how Kindred and the Order are presented,do you still believe that it’s actually the holy grail as you abd webweilding try to claim it is? I mean, throughout the series, Kindred never even did much before his reveal. Beside a few of the things you’ve mentioned last time, Nick Spencer never bothered to make Kindres anything interesting. Nothing involving his character, his traits, his psychological issues,nothing that made the guy anything interesting. Nothing that could’ve expanded his story a bit before the reveal. All throughout he history kept saying how he’s gonna plan on something big and how he’s gonna do his things to Peter. But, he never did. Both you and webweilding say that he’s the best mystery since Hobgoblin but, he really isn’t. He never did anything that put him as interesting or mysterious as he should be. In fact, he wasn’t even subtle about his mystery the moment the absolute Carnage tie in happened. And after Kindred’s reveal, Nick Spencer revealed that he actually gave up on trying to put in a mystery the moment people guessed who he was. And with that, with how it’s presented, that’s just a Really unprofessional thing to do. And with how the latest issue turned out, it just played that we all don’t know who he is for some reason. 

I also like to talk about the Order Of The Web. Since their appearance, they claim to serve some importance to Peter. But, the thing is, they never did anything interesting. I mean, Miles, Gwen, and Julia are fine. But, the rest never did anything. Nothing that would serve any importance throughout. The best way this would’ve turned out better for them was if they brought in Kaine and Ben into this. But, for some reason, despite sharing the same issues as Peter and The Order,they never appeared. Not one appearance they made. I mean,you would think the two important Spiders of whok Norman caused trouble with would appear. But, they didn’t. Abd with them around, the dynamics between the Order would’ve been a lot more interested had Ben and Kaine argue with their morality and just delve into their psychology. Throughout, the story never gave us a reason for their absence in this. And throughout they should given us an explanation or something with them. 

For all the Stuff you said about Nick Spencer as well as other previous writers, you guys sure don’t seem to find anything here with Kindredabd the other two Spiders. 

Honestly? yes. 

Look I won’t pretend that the mystery is perfect, it’s not even the best mystery in fiction I’ve seen for Spider-Man (Spectacular’s Goblin twists are top for me) but I still think it has a good buildup. 

First thing we know is that Kindred knows Peter’s secret identity, meaning that only a few people alive could be him. In fact when Charlee Cooper appeared she was a suspect since she knew that Peter was Spidey and possibly could use tech like mysterio to simulate powers. Not to mention that her re-introduction is a parallel to Kindred’s introduction with his first words being off pannel, and her meeting MJ are shown off pannel.

It also works since, because it’s a comic, for the longest time Kindred could have been a SHE. 

Moving along we see that Kindred has a certain view of Peter when he reconciles with Felicia. He’s angry because Peter’s pulled another person into the insane life that peter leads, endangering someone else (that comes into play later). I also want to point out a little something here, when we see all the photos of Kindred’ targets in his tomb, Superior Spider-Man is there....clearly Spencer was either uninformed, or Gage just didn’t bother to tell anyone, that Superior Spider-Man would be wrapped up in his own book (Thank god). 

After this the next big appearance is in Hunted, while Peter has a feaver dream of someone killing MJ, Kindred is in her home watching over her. Peter senses something is wrong and rushes home to find MJ fine, Kindred tells him that he’ll never hurt MJ or the people he loves, because Peter will do that himself. 

This is where Kindred’s motivation and dislike for Spider-Man becomes clear, he believes that Peter endangers those around him by being Spider-Man and needs to be stopped.

The next thing we learn is huge since its from Mysterio, a character who Died (not in Spider-Man but Guadian Devil by Kevin Smith) and came back to life in Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man by Peter David when Pete’s ID was out and the second Mysterio (surprisingly another Kevin Smith creation) targeted the school he worked at. He’s asked the big question that no one ever bothered to answer. How did Mysterio come back to life?

Beck explains that he went to hell and there he was tutored by a Demon and eventually brought back to life to do as the demon said. This is the biggest clue since this means that Kindred is someone who is dead, knows who Peter is, and cares about the people around him. This narrows the pool of suspects down considerably.

Then we get to absolute Carnage tie in, which for a moment I want to just praise spencer for making a fucking Tie in to an event that he had no writing control in both engaging for that event and tie into his own story in Spider-Man. Tie ins suck for the most part and he managed to make his relate to the story he was telling, that’s clever.

Anyway in Absolute Carnage, we learn that kindred has ties to Norman Osborn based on the talk they have with each other, and Norman knows who knidred is. We also learn that both Kindred and Peter were present at a welcome home party for Harry Osborn which had a bunch of old Spidey friends in attendance including Gwen, Flash, Randy, and others.

And then we get to Sins Rising, where he summons Sin Eater back from the dead so that he can set things in motion while Peter is at a low point with MJ being gone.

We later larnthat the goal of Sin Eater was to gather the Sins of Spider-Man’s villains and use them to turn the Order of the Web into monsters, which Peter feels resposnible for and offers up his own life in exchange for theirs, because of course he would. And Kindred knows this.

Kindred is thoughtful, minipulative, and knows Peter. So it absolutely makes sense why it’s Harry.

Before Harry died in SPSM 200, he made Peter’s life hell because he thought he was responsible for all the suffering in their lives, his dad dying, Gwen, her dad, and he just dogged Peter as much as he could. Your considering that Kindred is a brand new character when he’s the evolution of another character we know, Harry Osborn. That’s his History, there’s all his psychological issues. That’s the mystery, which character could Kindred Be? You figure out everything once you figure that out.

He kept saying he had a plan and he does! We’re in the middle of it! The endgame is still unclear but you can’t say you hate a story until it’s finished. 

What made Harry’s reveal so shocking was that....well, Harry’s alive! He has been since OMD. And he’s been a good guy! I’ll be honest I thought Kindred was going to be Flash Thompson since he ticks off a lot of boxes except for going to hell, he was hero but I figured that maybe someone (mehpesto) wanted to screw with him? But no, Harry Makes complete and total sense.

As for the Order of the Web, I’M ACTUALLY TOTALLY WITH YOU ON THAT!!!! 

Anya, Jessica, and Julia have nothing to do with Spider-Man, and all they really do is dilute the brand. Gwen should honestly stay in her own universe where she came from but Marvel took the wrong lesson from Spiderverse and such again so now she’s going to college at ESU......on earth 616....despite having an entire world of her own which SHE FUCKING LIVES ON. She’s trying to be like Miles is now, but can’t be because Gwen being dead is one of those things you don’t touch.

Silk also.......I feel bad, people like her but fucking Slott made her just so Peter could have no strings attached sex with an attractive young woman. I’m glad she’s getting her own series again and focusing on her heritage from what I understand. 

Ben and Kaine have way more right to be here than any of them, hell I’d love to see Kaine again. Ben i understand since last time Peter saw him, Dan Slott made him the Jackal for no fucking reason and completely ruined his character. 

And I think maybe tonally it might not work, Sins Rising is ultimately a prelude for Last Remains, and that kicks off with all the people Peter feels he’s inspired (Which admittedly is true) become monsters, Kaine’s entire series is him dealing with the fact that he sees himself as a Monster, and Ben’s is......actually I didn’t read his unfortunately, but he was more like Kaine than Peter. So they’ve already dealt with the idea of their own sins, Peter hasn’t, at least not recently I think.

But I honestly thing this Order of the Web should be torn down. Peter, Miles, Jessica (whose doing her own thing and doesn’t even have a passing relation to Spider-Man outside her name), Ben, Kaine, and MAYBE Madam Webb. Gwen should just stay in her own dimension and Silk I think is actually moving to china or something? 

I really hope we get something with Ben and Kaine soon, if Pete and MJ get married I’d love to see the three of them patch things up and Have Ben be Peter’s best man since....you know Flash is dead and Harry’s an asshole.

[softhourswithru]

Cell •

Criminal psycho Seb X Reader

Sebastian Stan AU!

Summary: you are brought into negotiation and interrogate the one and only psycho Sebastian Stan.

Warning: Idek how to explain this but it’s Dark seb, Mentions of murder, gore and stuff. Dark cruel behaviour :/ and a lot of swearing.

Masterlist

“Come on Y/n he won’t talk to any of us but only mention stupid shit, just give it a try” You looked at Anthony in disblieve.

“And what makes you idiots think he will talk to me eh?” You grabbed your coffee and started to walk to your office.

“Just give it try, I’ll even buy you lunch for a week!” You stopped at your tracks and looked behind at Anthony and raised your eyebrows. “I’ll drive you to work and back home for a week?”

You thought for a second Free food and free transport hmm. “Fine but if he doesn’t talk or I come out of there running for my life you owe me more than free food and transport.”

“That’s fine with me sweetheart” you fake gaged at the nickname which made Anthony laugh. You walked into your office and started on your work.

Sebastian Stan...you sighed, you searched up his name and checked him out. The web was filled with headlines of his serial crimes and escapes.

‘BREAKING NEWS STAN HAS ONCE AGAIN ESCAPED PRISON’

‘BLOODY BAR 7 DEAD 2 INJURED STAN STRIKES AGAIN’ Jesus this man killed 7 people in one night...

You continued to research and came to a conclusion that this man was completely mental. But what if there was a reason? Or it’s just a cold case? His murder suspect are random, no patterns. You look at the computer then at the time.

15:06pm

You have time until the interrogation. You walked out of your office and into Anthony’s.

“Hey Anthony do you have Sebastian’s case files? Or any files linked to him in general.” Anthony smirked. “Yes I do m’lady” and you weren’t surprised when Anthony handed you a bunch of case files. You muttered a ‘thanks’ to him and went to exit.

“Y/n!” You looked back to Anthony. “Just be careful when you go, you will be sitting face to face with him in the cube. If feel wrong or unsafe please do say” Anthony looked back at you with concern.

“It’s okay, I’m gonna be fine Anthony.” You gave him a warm smile and went to go and check out the files until the interrogation.

_

17:00pm

You stood infront of the cell door, Anthony was beside you and few other workers were getting the equipment ready.

“Y/n, there will be two guards outside of the cube he is in, but the glass walls are thick so scream really loud of just dash of the chair and they will help you. Another thing, you will start the recording and get him to talk- he doesn’t like it when others are watching so it will just be the two of you.” Anthony went to go open the cell door.

“I’ll be right here okay” you smiled at him and took your file and the recorder with you inside the cell.

It was dull, lifeless and grey. Yet the glass cube stuck out, each step you took towards the cube made your heart beat even more faster. You reached to the door of the cube and hesistated to open it.

There he was, his cold dead blue eyes staring into your soul. You gulped in your nervousness and opened the glass door and walked in. You jumped when the guard locked it.

Sebastian took notice of your nervousness and he loved it. He smirked at you and got himself comfortable. This was gonna be a nice feed.

Come on y/n you have done this before.

You sat down at the table and put out the recorder and file. You put on a stern face on and began talking.

“Hello I’m detective y/n and I work in the behavioural science unit. I will now be your ‘negotiator’ for this case. Before I start the recording, do you have any questions Stan?”

“Do you guys have Coca Cola? I’m thristy for sweetness.” What? “I’m sure, we can get that arranged for you Stan, anything else?”

“Call me Sebastian babygirl” you scoffed silently and opened the file case “ and you call me y/n, Sebastian.”

“Why you putting on the tough act baby, a minute ago you were scared as kitten to meet me.” Sebastian chuckled, you rolled your eyes and started the recording.

You mentioned your name and Sebastian’s name and got on with the interrogation.

“September 15 2017 explain the scenario Sebastian.”

“I’m not interested” his voice went deep.

“Okay then, you wana keeping on acting shit then rot here while others walk free getting whatever they want and what do you have Sebastian. Nothing.” You stared him down, Sebastian clenched his jaw.

“Come on prove me wrong.”

“So now your acting immature-“ “dead bodies.”

Your raised your eyebrow, “you have dead bodies” “Yh I do, what’s more powerful than money and status and whatever bullshit is that you have the courage to stab the shit out of someone.” Sebastian smiled.

“September 15 was my ‘best friends’ promotions, she wasn’t even a best friend, we fucked and all and we stabbed each other with our emotions but she was one bitch.” Sebastian took a break and made eye contact.

“Can I get my Coca Cola now?” Showing that stupid smile.

“Sebastian as I said I can get that arranged, now back to the murder. So she was some sort of friends with benefits but about ‘stabbing each other with emotions.” Don’t you think that was a lead to your murder.”

“I mean the idiot that I murdered first I couldn’t care any less of, but Yh she was being annoying -I only did It to show her and get her to go fucking mental and then murder her.”

“How did that make you feel?” This might not be a cold case after all.

“Polarised” Sebastian started laughing. “It made me feel fucking polarised, and she’s some dumb bitch she’s not even worth my time.” Worth, maybe this is what it’s about, worth.

“How did she annoy you?” Sebastian groaned. “I don’t like fucking about I’m serious when I need to be but apparently I wasn’t worth her fucking shit so I wasn’t just gonna sit my ass down”

Worth and power.

“But showing her that dumb ass was fun, you feel.....you feel in control. Which allows you to polarise them”

“I think that is enough for today. I’ll be back for feedback. This chat was an ‘opening’ thank you.” You stopped the recorder and closed the file.

“Make sure it’s you next time to talk or else I won’t say shit anymore.” You looked at Sebastian “and why is that? Why did you open up to me?”

“You remind me of her. When she was mine and I was hers.” Her? His friends and benefit girl? “That’s interesting to know”

“And it will be interesting to know you babygirl” Sebastian chuckled.

“Sleep with both eyes open babygirl”

_

- Hey lovelies, fyi there will be a part 2 which is more interesting than this- so yall better keep your eyes opened for that 😂💕

-this is a dark fic because I’m a complete sucker for dark fics and I haven’t been lately seeing any dark fics of seb so boom here ya go.

-I hope you all like this and if you guys want this to continue please do say and if you want to be tagged for the series do say! 💕

-Love Zu 💕

@sebs-daybreak

[realm-sweet-realm]

Asylum story, chapter 2

Hey, anyone remember this? Well, I was asked to write a second chapter for the story where Joey rats Sammy out for being gay and drops him off at an asylum. I’m not sure why I decided to do it, but the story could be worse. I might give it a proper ending if there’s enough interest. TW for homophobia, a slur, and me doing 0 research for historical accuracy.

Anyhow. Expect the first chapter of the Showdown Bandit completion fic to go up by the end of the week. I have been working on bit projects for far too long.

Sammy was knocked back to reality by a knock at the car window. It was two workers from the asylum. Joey lowered the window a crack. "One of my old gentleman callers. I was wondering if you could help him out," he explained.

"Ah, okay," one of the workers replied, as though Joey's request was simple and routine. They opened the passenger-side door. Sammy tried not to freeze- he knew he had to think fast.

"He's lying," Sammy insisted, as the two men grabbed his arms. Sammy did not go willingly, and so the two men were forced to drag him. "I'm not gay. I'm not. Let me go!" he begged as they got further from the car. The car started and drove away.

"Now, listen. We can do this the hard way or the easy way," one of the workers said to him. "I hope you'll make this easy on yourself."

Sammy was fuming, but he also realized that there was no sense in resisting anymore, so he straightened up and complied as they walked him to the building.

"There we go. Now, I know you don't expect this to be pleasant, but the more you comply with us, the more pleasant we can make it."

The inside of the building was reminiscent of a hospital setting. The two men escorted him past a secretary and then into a hallway, where they passed several closed doors before they found one with a sign that read, "empty."

"This is where you'll be staying the night. Activities won't start until tomorrow. Goodnight."

Sammy entered the cell. It had two beds, a sink, and a toilet in it. It was clean, primarily painted blue, and so looked so mundane that Sammy nearly crawled into one of the beds before he saw a figure curled up at the end of it, reading a book titled, “The Basics of Psychoanalysis.”

The man, brown-haired and looking to be in his mid-twenties, looked up at him. “Oh, hey. Didn’t hear you come in, roomie. My name’s Daniel. Yours?”

“...Sammy.”

“Nice to meet you, Sammy. Are you new here? You look new. Can I give you some advice on how to make it here?”

A shiver went through Sammy at those ominous words. “Sure...”

“You need to learn how to play their game. Your intake interview is going to be first thing tomorrow. You need to convince them that you’re gay for psychodynamic reasons- basically, because of your childhood experiences. If they think that, they’ll try to use therapy to fix you. If they think it’s biological, they’ll put you on medication. You don’t want to go on medication. That stuff speeds your heart up.”

“...And that’s bad because...?” Sammy questioned. He got the feeling that this person wasn’t telling him everything.

Daniel shivered. “There are certain things here that they do to everyone. They kind of throw the whole kitchen sink at the issue because they don't know what causes it. Two methods they use on everyone are prayer, and aversion therapy. I have a book on that. But it’s more important that you read up on psychodynamics. You should start on page 36- that’s when they start talking about homosexuality.” Daniel broke eye contact, looking forward as though haunted. “Aversion therapy is just applied behaviourism- pretty simple school of thought. Don't bother researching it- even if you did, there's no avoiding the electric shocks. And if your heart and brain are already off-kilter from the meds, well... deaths have happened. Disabilities have happened. It doesn’t happen to everyone, but I’d definitely stay off the meds.”

After Sammy thanked Daniel for the information, they both took to their books. Afterward, they talked about their lives a bit. Daniel had suggested going to the lounge and playing some chess, but Sammy wasn't up for it. Daniel left, and Sammy was asleep by the time he got back.

In the morning, Sammy received his daily schedule alongside his breakfast and a warning that if he failed to show up for any of the listed activities, he would be severely punished. First was his intake interview. It took place in what seemed to be a typical therapist’s office. Sammy sat down in the armchair and waited for the therapist to come. She was a professionally dressed but disarmingly small woman- hardly any bigger than Susie. “Hello, Mr...”

“Lawrence.”

“Lawrence. My name is Ms. Acker. I understand that you’re not here willingly.”

“No,” Sammy admitted. His plan was to keep giving her as little information as possible until it was time to tell his fake story- one he'd designed the night before based on what he'd read about psychodynamic theory. Until then, anything he said could be used against him.

“Well, sorry to hear that. Who brought you here?”

“My ex-lover.”

“Care to tell me your feelings about him?”

Sammy's gums curled back from his teeth. “That backstabbing, self-hating fucking snake thought he could choose my Goddamn life for me! I-" Sammy stopped. The woman was writing daintily on a clipboard. Right- don't give anything away.

“Interesting. Well, given the circumstances, it makes sense that you'd be angry. Though, I do think that you will eventually see that it's for the best. Can you tell me about your feelings towards him before he put you here?”

From the well-highlighted pages of Daniel’s book, Sammy had learned that, according to psychodynamic theory, homosexuality in men was thought to be caused by a lack of, or lack of attention from, the paternal figures in the man’s life during their late childhood and adolescence. It was thought that homosexuality was a way of attempting to get that missing paternal link from a romantic partner.

"He was like a father to me. He was eleven years older than me and treated me like a son. My favourite part of being with him when he let me stay overnight after we'd made love. I could fall asleep in his arms, and it was like it was healing something in me." Of course, nothing could be further from the truth. It was actually painful to make himself sound so weak in the face of Joey Drew. But, Ms. Acker was once again writing. That was a good sign.

"Is he the one who introduced you to homosexuality?"

"Yes."

Ms. Acker nodded. Sammy imagined this was like solving a puzzle to her. Sammy just needed to hand her a few more pieces and she'd be satisfied.

"Okay. Last question, Sammy: how was your relationship with your father? You said that receiving affection from your lover made you feel like you were healing. For a lot of homosexuals, that's what they're trying to heal."

Sammy looked down. "Do I have to talk about it?" Hopefully she'd just take that. Sammy loved his father and really didn't feel like dragging him through the mud. For good measure, he buried his hands in his face and shook a little. Hopefully it looked convincing.

"Oh... not yet. I think I know all I need to for now. Given your circumstances, it's reasonable that you'd want to be loved by a man, and so when your lover offered you love in exchange for sex... well, you found it hard to resist. Am I safe to assume that?"

Sammy nodded.

"Okay. Well, Sammy, I want you to understand that no matter who says what in this institute- and I know some of it won't be nice- you're not at fault for being gay. But it's an addictive and self-perpetuating coping mechanism that isn't going to help you in the long run. Now, what's going to happen is that you're going to get some appointments with one of our male psychologists so that he can help you to properly heal from your father's actions. And in the meantime, the other staff will help to rewire the associations you have with homosexual sex. Alright? You can go, now. Looks like you'll have about twenty minutes of free time before your next session."

"Thank you," Sammy said, letting only a minimal amount of bitterness slip into his voice. He got up to leave. While having his homosexuality treated like a disease was awfully frustrating, all that had been awfully... mundane.

Sammy arrived to the room of his next appointment- the feared, "behaviourist rewiring"- on time, only to find a crowd of perhaps eight other men already there. Shivers went up Sammy's spine as he saw the looks of dread on their faces. The door opened, and two large men in uniforms stepped out and herded everyone inside. Inside, there were a dozen boards with wired straps, each facing a wall. Extremely grim, several of the men took their place laying on the boards, leaving only two left standing: Sammy, who was frozen stiff, and a short little creature who had gone into panic and was trying to claw his way through the door. The two workers took a man by the arms and forced him onto a board as he kicked. "I can't get shocked!" he yelled. "I have a heart condition!"

One of the men gave him a punch to the ribs. "That's for resisting. God, I can't wait to turn this fruit into a vegetable."

Then, the men turned their attention to Sammy. "You feeling lucky, punk?" one of them said. Sammy got on the board, feeling like a coward for not doing anything for the other man. He made up for it by spitting in the worker's face as he did up Sammy's straps. The worker struck him in the face in retaliation, but it had been worth it.

"I see we have a new face in here today. So, to explain what's about to happen, we're going to project some homosexual pornography and pictures of half-dressed men onto the wall. The straps are designed to gage your arousal in a way similar to a lie detector. If you are aroused, you will be shocked. This way, your brain will be rewired to have an aversion to homosexual activity, so you will no longer wish to engage in it or to look at men sexually. In the meantime, my partner and I will be making our rounds. Anyone who closes their eyes to avoid this exercise will be shocked at the highest voltage. Alright- let's begin."

The films started. Sammy tried to block out their images, thinking of the strongest non-sexual stimuli he could think of. Being back at his old apartment with his banjo and a hot drink as the snow fell outside. The fur of his cat between his fingers. His anger at Joey. His frustration with the world. His desire to be home. None of it worked. The shocks coursed from his wrists and ankles into his core. He could feel his organs- heart, brain, lungs, everything- shaking with electricity.

Sammy wasn't sure how long the exercise lasted- he just knew that it had been a long time, and afterward he felt exhausted. The man who'd complained of a heart condition didn't leave with the rest- he was unconscious. Hopefully just unconscious, anyhow. Sammy felt defeated. Tricking a therapist was easy- how was he supposed to trick a machine that could read his bodily cues? He supposed that he'd just have to hope that the treatments actually worked somehow so that he could get the hell out of this place. Or, he thought, looking out a window at the barbed-wire fence, he could try to dig his way out.

[steviemae]

you’re back // sp - pt.2

part one.

“I’d fucking like to be,” Sweet Pea exclaimed, “look i get you want to keep her away from all the bad things that could possibly happen, but you forbidding her and us from even talking to each other or being friends is only going to push her away from you and quite frankly, i don’t want to see either of you hurt like that. She’s kind of upset with you anyway and feels like things with you two are conditional. She just wants her best friend back, Fangs.”

“You like her, don’t you.” Fangs said.

“Kind of.

“You should go talk to her, man. She just wants her best friend back and i know you do too, but dividing your lives isn’t going to make that happen.” Sweet Pea reasoned.

“You’re right.” Fangs sighed.

“I usually am but y’know, no one wants to listen to the angry guy.” Sweet Pea shrugged making Fangs laugh a little. Fangs patted Sweet Pea’s shoulder saying he was going to your house to talk to you and hopefully fix things. Sweet Pea hoped that Fangs would come to his senses. He really did like you and wanted to get to know you.

--

Your mom called up the steps letting you know that someone was here for you. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion trying to remember if anyone said they were stopping by but drew a blank. When you made it halfway down the stairs, you saw Fangs standing in the foyer.

“If you came here to tell me to stay away from your friends, Sweet Pea approached me today.” you said coming to a halt on the steps.

“I’m actually here to try and fix our friendship that i ruined by making that stupid rule.” he said. You crossed your arms and waited for him to continue, “look Sweet Pea and i had a talk about you and he thinks that i’m only going to push you away instead of keep you safe by not letting you know my friends. And i think he’s right. I’m sorry, okay. I just thought that you getting too close to us that it would put a target on your back, but i never took into consideration your feelings or the fact that we could and would protect you from harm if it came down to it.” he paused to gage your reaction before continuing, “i want you to come to the bonfire in Tent City on friday. Meet everyone. Sweet Pea kind of wants you there too so even more reason for you to come.”

“She can go if you stay for dinner.” Your mom said peering around the corner.

“And if i don’t want to go?” you sassed your mom.

“I think you do want to go, you’re just being stubborn.” Fangs laughed before agreeing to stay for dinner. You smiled softly and walked the rest of the way down the stairs to hug him before both of you walked into the dining area for dinner.

--

Friday came faster than you thought. You were walking down the hallway with Fangs holding your books close to your chest.

“So what’s the dress code? I need to make sure i don’t look out of place even though i will be.” you asked.

“Casual. You can wear leggings and a sweater, no one's going to care.” Fangs answered knowing that the real question was if you were going to get made fun of for not looking like a badass around the Serpents, “and you can stay in my tent if it gets too late and you don’t want to go home.”

“You can stay with us, you know.”

“I know, but if everyone else is sleeping in a tent, then so am i. We’re a family and i’m not going to let them sleep on the ground alone.” That’s what you admired about Fangs; how loyal he was to his friends and family. He refused special treatment even though he knew he always had a room at your place.

“So you going to make a move with Sweet Pea tonight?” he asked nudged your shoulder.

“I barely know him.” you said rolling your eyes.

“But you think he’s attractive right?”

“He is pretty good looking, but i’m not doing anything tonight besides getting to know him and if that leads to more later on, then so be it.”

“Whatever you say, y/n. I’ll pick you up later.” Fangs said as the two of you separated and walked to your vehicles.

When you arrived home you immediately started on your homework so you wouldn’t have to worry about it and could spend as much time with Fangs and the others as possible. You lost track of time and only noticed when there was a knock at your door. You spun around in your desk chair to find Sweet Pea standing there.

“Hey, uh Fangs couldn’t come pick you up so he sent me.” he said looking around your still yet to be unpacked room.

“I still need to change. Um you can sit on the bed, i’ll only be a minute.” you rushed to put away your school work and get ready.

“Take your time. I’m actually early.” Sweet Pea said as he made his way over to your bed.

You put all of your school work away before walking over to your closet and pulling out a hoodie and leggings to change into.

“What should i expect at this bonfire?” you asked from inside your closet. Thankfully it was big enough for you to walk into and change so you didn’t have to go to the bathroom or make Sweet Pea step out.

“They used to be crazy, but recently it’s just chill. S’mores for sure, which we have to get stuff for on the way. It’s like a kickback. Some alcohol, but don’t feel obligated to drink and the usual teenage party games.” he explained.

You stepped out of your closet, smiling widely at Sweet Pea, “you had me at s’mores.”

“That’s why Fangs insisted we stop and get the stuff.” he chuckled seeing your extremely happy expression. You chuckled, gathering your bag and everything you’ll need as you’ll most likely stay with Fangs and headed out with Sweet Pea. He handed you an extra helmet, helping you buckle the chin strap after watching you struggle for a second and motioned for you to hop on behind him. You wrapped your arms around his waist as he revved the engine and pulled out of the driveway heading for the store.

“I guess i should be thanking you.” you said as you walked through the isle of the grocery store.  

“What for?” Sweet Pea asked.

“For talking some sense into Fangs and prompting him to come talk to me. For saving our friendship honestly.” you reached down and grabbed the square marshmallows handing them to Sweet Pea to put in the basket he was carrying.

“All i said was he was pushing you away and that if he didn’t get his head out of his ass then he’d lose you.” he shrugged like it wasn’t that big of a deal.

“I know it seems like nothing, but Fangs means a lot to me and if it weren’t for you i probably wouldn’t have my best friend back. So thank you, i owe you.” you said as you handed him chocolate bars.

“You can thank me by letting me take you out for breakfast tomorrow morning.” he offered as he took the chocolates from you.

“Hmm we’ll see how tonight goes before i make a decision.” you smiled at him.

“Challenge accepted. I’ll make sure tonight is the best bonfire you’ve ever been to.” he shot you a wink, reaching around you to grab the graham crackers off the shelf and tossing them in the basket. He turned and walked towards the checkout, you shaking your head but couldn’t stop the smile that formed as you followed behind him.

--

The bonfire was a blast. Everyone was nice and they welcomed you with open arms. You ran into FP which made you happy and almost cry cause you haven’t seen him in a long time. Betty was there with Jughead so you had a few familiar faces to feel less nervous. Sweet Pea stuck to his word as well, trying to make your night amazing and you didn’t mind his presence at all.

The party had died down and everyone was going home or to their tent. Sweet Pea walked you to Fangs’ tent, stopping just outside of it.

“So, have you come to a decision on whether i get to take you to breakfast in the morning?” he asked with a hopeful smile.

“As long as i don’t have to wake up ridiculously early, then the answer is yes. I’d love to get breakfast with you.” you smiled up at him.

“Great, i’ll pick you up in this exact spot tomorrow morning. Sleep tight, y/n.” he walked backwards as he spoke giving you a wide smile. You waved and said goodnight, laughing as he stumbled a little. You climbed into Fangs’ tent, squealing when you saw Fangs’ sitting there with a smirk on his face.

“So breakfast with Sweet Pea, huh?” he wiggled his eyebrows.

“Eavesdropping isn’t nice, Fogarty.” you glared ignoring his question and curling up under a blanket as he chuckled turning off the small battery powered lamp.

[fvckhxbits]

wow. [c.e]

a/n: chris has all my uwus and this is part four and the finale lmao

summary: so what happens when you finally kiss the love of your life? 

word count: 1,889

warnings: I apologize if u prefer a different kind of juice; y’all im shook idk what im writing half the time; fluff if u squint; also wtf kind of summary man

It’s been weeks since you’ve spoken to Chris and yet here you are, standing in front of his door. Taking a deep breath, you knock aggressively before waiting and contemplating on if you should just leave now while you can. Before you can make a decision, the door cracks open and you give him a small smile. “Why the hell haven’t you been answering my calls?” He opens the door wider, inviting you inside but you know better and continue to stand in the same spot.

“Come in,” he says, motioning for you to come inside but you continue to stand there, frozen like a deer in headlights. 

“I need to talk to you,” you inhale deeply and he stares at you for a long while before crossing his arms. 

“Well, come inside and we can talk.” He raises a brow and moves aside for you to come inside and you forfeit, slipping inside and making a beeline to the living room. “So, what’s up?” He makes his way to the kitchen, knowing that you normally ask for a cup of juice of some sort. You don’t answer, chickening out on telling him how you really feel. When he sees you’re not going to talk, he continues, “So why haven’t you been answering my calls?”

You look over at him, “I-I’ve been busy,”

“Doing what?” He slips the cup of apple juice into your hand and when his fingers brush against your skin, you can’t help but relish the feeling and your hand twitches, wanting to grab his but you barely stop yourself. 

“Stuff,” you nonchalantly answer which is better than you expected. You shrug and take a sip the apple juice as he looks at you, scanning your face. You shift in discomfort and turn away from him. “So, what’s her name?”

“I missed you,” he ignores your question and your heart buzzes in a way you can’t describe. You can hear him stepping closer and your heart accelerates to the point where you nearly can’t hear anything except for his footsteps coming up from behind you.

“Chris,” you whisper, turning towards him.

“Like, really missed you,” he stares at you and his hand is hovering over your upper arm. Your skin is begging to be touched by him, to be wooed and relished in every sense. You’re subconsciously biting your lip when you lean up slightly to look at him and the next thing you know, you’re kissing him like your life depended on it because it was starting to feel like it did. 

That was a rule you two had made when you decided to start fucking around was to not ever kiss on the lips. It was mainly because it was a symbol for romantic love and it didn’t make sense to kiss each other on the lips if you weren’t romantically involved. It was a rule made for good measures but damn, you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t wanted to break that rule since day one.

“Chris?” A voice echos through the house and you’re pushing him away, grabbing the apple juice and slinging yourself over the couch, careful not to spill the juice. He takes a little longer to process what just happened and clears his throat, “In here,”

You had known about his long dating history but you weren’t expecting to see his long time ex, Minka. She was the longest person he had been with and no doubt he still had feelings for her. Obviously, you tell yourself, why the fuck else would he be with her, dumbass.

“Hey,” she smiles and makes her way over to him, kissing him on the cheek and he looks uncomfortable when he smiles back and wraps his arm around her waist.

“This is [Y/N],” Chris steps away from her for a second and you smile weakly, giving her a small smile of acknowledgement. 

“So this is [Y/N],” she smiles and makes her way over to you. “I’m Minka,” she holds out her hand for you to shake and stupidly, you high five her instead. Her smile fades and she looks at Chris like is she okay and you swallow hard, turning back to your apple juice. “Nice to finally meet you,” she says and you ignore her, unsure of how to react so instead you just nod, still sipping on the juice. “So...” She turns back to Chris and smiles brightly, “are you ready?”

“For?” Chris looks at her in confusion and she laughs it off.

“Our date,” she reminds him and the lightbulb goes off in his head. “Right,” he looks over at you as if trying to gage your reaction. “Thanks for coming over to watch Dodger for me on such short time,” Chris adds and you look up over at him, offering him a small smile.

“Anything for a friend,”

“I’ll see you in a few hours then.” He grabs his jacket and takes Minka’s offered hand. She swings his hand a little as they make their way out of his place. You sigh, letting out a frustrated scream which echos and Dodger happily yips, making his way towards you. He bounces up onto the couch and you rub his belly, “At least you love me, don’tcha bubba,” you mumble and he happily wags his tail at the attention he’s receiving. 

After Dodger falls asleep to your addictive petting, you slip off the couch and make your way to Chris’ room. You purse your lips as you peek inside and find it to be in the same condition that it was the last time you were here--clean but of course, Dodger’s loyal lion slumped on the floor beside the foot of the bed. You smile softly before mindlessly trailing into his room and you walk past his closet, hands brushing against the soft materials. You smile and inhale deeply, savoring the scent of his cologne. You make your way to his bed, falling down onto it as you splay your body on his cool sheets. 

The bed dips and you look to find Chris hovering over you with that smirk of his and you instinctively reach to grab his arm, biting your lip. He smiles at the sight of you and leans down to press a feather-like kiss on your neck. “Chris,” your voice is soft, almost pleading and he moves, his hands gliding up your body from your hips, then under your shirt until he’s pulling it off. As he tosses it aside, you reach for the button on his jeans and make quick work of trying to slide them off of him. He chuckles a little when you attempt to strategically shove his pants off with your feet but sorta failed. “You’re cute,” he whispers, assisting you before he leans back over to press kisses on your hips, then your waist, then your breasts and lastly, your lips. You greedily accept, Minka being the last thing on your mind. “I love you.” You whisper when he pulls back with his lips millimeters away from yours.

You wake in a jolt, looking around at your surroundings with a cold sweat. “The fuck,” you whisper and slide off his bed, making your way out to the living room to check on Dodger who is still sound asleep and you notice that it’s dark out. Jesus, you make your way back to his room in search for some clothes, knowing he secretly kept clothing for you in case something ever happened. You grab a shirt and some undies, then steal a towel before stepping into his glorious bathroom. If you could live in his bathroom, you would. It was twice as big as your own bedroom and it made you envy Chris for the gorgeous house he obtained through his hard work. As you strip, you turn on the water and are oblivious to the sound of the front door closing.

Chris can hear the shower in his bedroom running and he smiles to himself a little. He tosses his keys into the bowl and trudges over to Dodger’s sleeping form and strokes that one part behind his ear. Dodger is stirred awake and he yips at the sight of his dad. Chris laughs and kisses his son on the top of his head, “Missed ya too bubba,” Chris grins and continues to pet Dodger while he paws at his dad affectionately.

“Where’s your lion?” Chris smiles and Dodger whines, flopping his head to one side as if he couldn’t understand what his dad was asking. “Ya big baby,” Chris laughs and stands, heading into his bedroom and grabbing the lion, not before catching a glimpse of your naked form. You’re drying yourself and humming softly and his cock twitches at the same time, his heart thuds in his chest loudly. Chris’ phone slips out of his pocket and hits the carpeted floor, making a dull noise loud enough that you can hear. You flinch, eyes wide as you attempt to pull on your clothes quickly in case someone had broken into Chris’ house which later on you realize didn’t make sense because he lived in a gated neighborhood.

You make quick work to call Chris and of course, his phone blares loudly in the same room as you and you peek your head out to see Chris standing there like an idiot, in the middle of picking up his phone with the stuffed lion tucked under his arm. “Hi,” he laughs a little and you breathe heavily.

“Jesus fuck,” you grumble, opening the bathroom door wider so you can leave. “Fucking scared me,” you trudge out, hand on your hip as you end the call. 

“I dunno what Jesus has to--oof,” he looks at you and is met with a pillow to the face.

“Shut up,” you snort and snatch the lion out of his hand. “Is Dodger--”

Dodger yips at the sound of his name and you smile. “What is it bubba?” You ask him and he howls in response before galloping into the bedroom, rolling over onto his back. “Hey baby,” you say in a baby voice and hand him his trusty lion before he goes ham on it. Now with Dodger distracted, it’s easier for Chris to bring up the kiss so you quickly stand, “I’m gonna get outta your hair now,” you make quick work of grabbing your things but he stops you.

“So what, you’re just going to pretend like what you did, didn’t happen?”

You turn around, feeling as if he was attacking you so you immediately become defensive. “I--”

He interrupts you by pressing his lips to yours and you’re kissing him back with so much passion and emotion. You feel like you’re about to fall apart, burst with love and you honestly don’t know what you’re feeling. All you know is that he’s kissing you like his life depended on it and you’re doing the same. You’ve never had a kiss that compared to anything like this and Chris’d be lying if he said this kiss didn’t make him dizzy. “Jesus fuck,” he whispers as he parts from you momentarily.

“I dunno what Jesus has to do with this,” you whisper and he can’t help but kiss you again and again, pulling you close to his body.

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[nuka-rockit]

do zac and gage ever get married or do they just kinda,,,no homo-zone each other once they get together. honestly like,,,i need more of that sweet, sweet goth + greasebag romance. whos the little spoon. who surprises who one valentines day wearing tacky lingerie. who makes breakfast the morning after. who gets jealous. who freaks out when the other is sad/depressed. i have so many questions you have no idea they're so cute

GFHJJKGHJDGHFGHJGKJJKHJGJK

i still cant believe anyone other than me cares about these two dumpster fires tbh but i love it

well they wouldnt get married. i dont think either of them really gives a rat’s ass about ceremony, they’re together and that’s that. Zac is quite the peacock and really enjoys a good chewing of the scenery and has absolutely no reservations about displaying his gayness. basically he’s a gay supervillain trope, because i like the idea of the de-facto boss of nuka world (and by that a huge raider gang) being  a gay dude absolutely unafraid to do whatever the fuck he wants. gage is the quiet guy in the background who most people dont really pay attention to until its too late. he’s not covert or anything, but next to the stage hogging Zac most people kinda fade into the background. works well for them, cause that way zac works as a good distraction for their enemies to focus on while gage arranges for various ways to get them fucked up, and zac doesnt mind cause he loves a challenge 

if anyone it would be zac with the lingere no question. but it would be more of a joke than anything. 

neither of them can really make decent food, but i think gage is a better field cook. zac mostly just eats whatever packaged prewar food he can find because thats a lot of what he grew up with (in the BoS bunkers and all there wasnt much grilled mirelurk. most BoS soldiers there would not think to put wasteland creatures anywhere near their digestive tract). Gage at least knows what part of wasteland fauna is edible and what really, really isnt. trust him he made Mistakes™

since both of them have the emotional expression of molerats there isn’t a lot of “lets talk about our feelings” stuff, but they learn to pick up on each other’s nonverbal cues. when Zac goes quiet for example gage knows something is up. so like they have tells that let the other know if theyre in a bad spot and they adjjust accordingly, without ever talking all that much about the issue that caused it

i hope that satisfied some of your curiosity! thank u for this ask i love my shit garbage son

[companionhell]

Hey, I was wandering if you’d be able to do the companions saying something to sole that really upsets them, then what the companions would do to make it up to sole. Love your writing btw! Keep up the beautiful work!!!

Cait: Sometimes she talked before she thought about it, and the results were never pretty, but Cait was especially pissed at herself for hurting Sole’s feelings like that. They were the only person who actually treated her kindly, and she’d upset them with some snarkiness while she was in a bad mood. Shit. Aside from beating herself up about it, she later offered Sole a genuine apology and tried her best to talk it out. “I wanted to apologize. I was selfish, and I said some things I regret. Can we work this out?”

Codsworth: Codsworth never said things like that without a reason, but as soon as he saw Sole’s reaction, he felt terrible about it. They must have been under horrible stress after being frozen for so long, and Codsworth wasn’t helping with his passive-aggressive comment. He’d make sure Sole knew how much he valued them. “Sir/mum, I want to apologize for being so snippy earlier. It was in poor taste.” He’d be more careful with his words in the future, and maybe increase his efficiency in cleaning and water production to make it up to Sole.

Curie: Sometimes, Curie could forget to mince her words, accidentally sounding more the analytical scientist than Sole’s companion. So her (few) criticisms often sounded harsher than the naturally polite Curie intended. Once she realized how her comments had been interpreted, Curie dedicated herself to apologizing. “I feel terrible, monsieur/madame. All of this is so new. I will make mistakes, but allow me to make it up to you.” She spent more time afterwards telling Sole how grateful she was for them, and for the opportunity to travel.

Danse: Danse could be a stern man at times, and he was new to this whole companionship situation, but he did realize how much his words had hurt Sole. After taking a while to cool down (and giving Sole time), Danse broached the subject with them. “I admit it. I was wrong.” He paused. “I needed some time to reflect, but I feel I was foolish. I’m sorry for speaking so rashly.” He’d endure some light-hearted teasing- Danse knew that he almost never apologized- but also worked harder to promote understanding in their partnership.

Deacon: He knew almost immediately that he’d gone too far, and was pretty apologetic- despite his periodic lies and jokes, Deacon honestly didn’t mean to upset Sole. They were a good person. He threw up his hands. “Oh, Jesus, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that.” He’d be more careful with stuff like that in the future, at least regarding whatever subject Deacon had been talking about. Sole was probably the best person Deacon knew. He didn’t want to screw up possibly the only companionship he had.

Gage: Ah, fuck. Gage knew he shouldn’t have said that. He let it go for a few days, waiting to see if Sole was still upset. If they were, Gage sucked it up and decided to talk to them. He wasn’t good at talking about emotional shit, but Gage wasn’t gonna lose the favorite person he’d ever met. “Hey, got a minute?” he began awkwardly. “I just... wanted to say I’m sorry. Said some shit I shouldn’t have.” After that conversation, though he may hold back on the ribbing, he wouldn’t act much different- Gage just wanted things to go back to normal.

Hancock: Hancock was a silver-tongued man- he very rarely said things that he didn’t mean to. But when he saw how upset Sole was, he figured he’d somehow been out of line- whatever it was didn’t seem as important as keeping Sole happy. Hancock got Sole’s attention and made his sincere apology. “Hey, I just gotta say- I’m sorry. I’m sorry for what I said, Sole. Can we pretend it never happened?” After, he’d be more affectionate than usual- if a friend, more one-armed hugs and playful punches; if a lover, a hell of a lot more cuddling.

MacCready: Dammit, MacCready did it again. When he got irritated (heck, not even necessarily at the person he was talking to!), it didn’t take long for him to say something he regretted. Thankfully, he came to his senses a little later, resisting the urge to get annoyed at himself and continue the cycle of anger. Though tensely, he told Sole how sorry he was. “I’d like to apologize to you,” he said, taking a deep breath. “I said something kind of stupid. Can we work it out?” MacCready tried his best to avoid getting irate in the future- it never ended well.

Nick: Nick was usually slow to anger, but if he did get irritated, it wasn’t unheard of for him to say something snappy. But he was also a gentleman, so he spoke with Sole almost immediately after getting his head back. “Hey, I owe you an apology. I’m sorry for what I said earlier- I guess the callousness of the Commonwealth gets to me some, after all.” Were his apology accepted, Nick would be more jovial in his banter in the coming days- and if they were romantically involved, Sole might “find” a carrot flower bouquet in their house.

Piper: Sometimes, Piper could accidentally act more reporter than companion- asking questions a tad too invasive, being a little more pushy than acceptable in most relationships. But she was quick to notice when she went too far, and quicker to backpedal, because Piper felt her partnership with Sole was worth more than her reporter instincts. “Oh geez, I didn’t mean it like...” She sighed before starting again. “No, I’m sorry for what I said.” Piper hated apologies, but she hated upsetting Sole more, so she’d eat crow if she had to.

Preston: Preston felt bad the second he saw Sole react to what he said. “I’m sorry,” he quickly said. “I'll keep in mind not to say that kind of thing from here on out. I didn’t mean to make you upset.” He truly didn’t. Preston almost never intentionally said hurtful things, and definitely not to the General of the Minutemen. And he kept his word- Preston tried his absolute best to not say anything similar in the future, and complimented Sole a little more. He wanted to make up for his careless mistake.

Strong: Super Mutants weren’t accustomed to understanding hurt feelings, and in fact took it as a sign of their superiority over humanity. But Strong had been travelling with Sole for a while, and he respected them enough to have learned that this milk of human kindness had something to do with emotion. So he didn’t immediately dismiss Sole’s explanation of what he’d said to make them upset, and though he seemed to have brushed it off, Strong actually tried not to say things like that in the future. Insulting was only fun if it was fair, he told himself.

X6-88: He carefully noted Sole’s reaction, but said nothing until he realized how much it affected them. X6 wasn’t used to apologizing- he was trained to be polite, but his pride could get in the way at times. Eventually, he resigned himself to saying something- he seemed tense, but a close observer could see that X6 was just... contrite. “This isn’t easy for me to say, but... I owe you an apology. Thank you for being patient. I know I can be... difficult.” If Sole accepted, he was genuinely relieved, choosing his words more carefully from then on.