#something is wrong with sunny day jack healthy jack

[thelastdiamondpiratealchemist]

Something Wrong with Sunny Day Jack.

Somewhat friendly headcanon. Time of the Month Headcanon.

Jack’s S.O. is on her "Time of the Month," "Shark Week," and "Aunt 'Flo' comes to visit." Or, in other words, her menstruation cycle or period has rolled around once again.

Jack doesn't know squat about periods.

"Sunshine, it's time to get-Uh!" Jack is cut off by his S.O as she throws her pillow at him.

Like. AT all, since he never properly learned about reproduction or puberty.

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"Sunshine, what's the matter?" Jack asks worriedly, he noticed a small heating pad tucked underneath his Sunshine's soft pajama top, the pad on full HEAT.

"It's "Shark Week, Jack," Sunshine muttered in pain, pulling the bedsheets over her head.

"I'm sorry, what does that mean?" Jack tilts his head to the side, not understanding the situation.

"I..." Sunshine blushed, her face bright pink. She then shakes her head, its 21st century, men can acknowledge periods, and it doesn't have to be that awkward.

"I...I'm on my period, Jack," Sunshine sat up into the bed, looking into Jack’s eyes.

"I've heard about those before, I just never understood what it was," Jack admitted.

"Menstruation is a woman's monthly bleeding, often called your “period.” When you menstruate, your body discards the monthly buildup of the lining of your uterus (womb). Menstrual blood and tissue flow from your uterus through the small opening in your cervix and pass out of your body through your vagina." Sunshine explained, "and its HELL!"

"Why is that? Does it hurt?" Jack worriedly asks, "Should I get you something warm to drink? Some painkillers?"

"Yes, it can hurt. Badly. And yeah, hot tea and a pain killer would be nice," Sunshine admitted, happy at Jack’s accepting nature, "And chocolate too."

"Sure," Jack smiled, kissing her forehead.

Jack would help her anyway he could.

Pain medication? Got it!

Dealing with unstable moodiness and actions. No problem.

"A tampon goes where?!" He would exclaim.

Endless cuddling.

Help with the cravings. Endless amont of sweet, salty, and unhealthy food.

Though he would limit some of the cravings, wanting his S.O to remain healthy.

When his S.O suddenly became horny, Jack will blush and gently turn her down.

Endless support.

Even though she's cramping Jack will encourage small exercises.

He would also prep healthy meals with lots of iron, fish, steak, pork, ect. And with plenty of veggies, too.

Endless amounts of warm and fluffy pancakes. (Mostly chocolate chip.)

(I just got a Tampax add after writing this. 😆 🤣 😂)

[variousyandereposts]

That by the time of the game Sunny Day Jack is obsessively in love with the MC is clear. But what if it hadn’t come to Jack instantly that he was in love?

I mean, in the introduction to him, he calls Sunshine a friend. So maybe there really were mostly friendly feelings in the beginning. Also with a few physical ones that he could explain to himself were caused by his loneliness during all the years in his prison. Of course, he would want to be really, really close to someone and want to touch them if only to reassure himself that, yes, they are real. 

And over time as he began to realize that his Sunshine is really the only person who sees and interacts with him and as he spends more and more time with them the harder he falls. 

He lets himself fall deeper and deeper, with his thoughts about them becoming increasingly less innoncent. 

Maybe in the beginnig there had been a thought, a sadness and a hope to make other friends or interact with others but that no longer is the case. 

For Jack, he realizes, he doesn’t really need anyone else to be happy. 

Just his Sunshine. 

And his Sunshine doesn’t need anyone else but him to be happy either. 

[sleepingdeath-light]

relationship hcs ; sunny day jack

requested by ; nobody / self indulgent

fandom(s) ; something’s wrong with sunny day jack

fandom masterlist(s) ; here

character(s) ; sunny day jack

outline ; “dating hcs for jack”

warning(s) ; canon-typical violent and obsessive behaviour, but mostly fluff!

this almost goes without saying, but jack is the type of partner who will do anything and everything he possibly can to ensure your continued happiness and safety in both your relationship with him and in your life in general — usually this just means him doing little things here and there to make your day pass by smoother (preparing a healthy and filling breakfast for you so you don’t have to wake up as early, keeping track of all your appointments so you don’t need to stress about forgetting, watching the weather to ensure you’re able to be prepared and dress for whatever happens to be in store, doing the chores when you’re too sick or tired to get up, etc.) but on occasion this can mean him taking some more… shall we say ‘extreme’ measures to make sure that you’re able to go about your life as comfortably as possible (e.g. quietly disposing of someone who is getting a bit too bold for his tastes when you’re not looking, or personally hunting down and dealing with someone who made you upset or uncomfortable at work)

as indicated in the previous point jack is someone who is big on acts of service, but that’s not the only way that he shows his love for you — far from it, in fact, as he makes good use of pretty much all of the love languages he has at his disposal because he wants to make you happy and leave you absolutely and unshakeably certain about his love for you

physical affection — after spending so long being forgotten and left behind in that damned tape jack absolutely thrives off of your touch and attention and, naturally, isn’t opposed to showering you with just as much affection as you’re comfortable with in return: he loves to cuddle with you, he adores the feeling of having you in his arms, he can’t help but smile when you curl up into his side or lay on his chest, your kisses give him life and he takes any and every chance he can get to have your lips on his (or to get the chance to kiss you in return, especially if it happens to be on your lips, your neck, or on the tip of your nose). in short, he really resonates with physical affection as a love language.

quality time — aside from a few very specific circumstances, jack is always by your side no matter where you are or who else you’re with: he’s quietly hanging out with you when you’re at work, he’s dancing with you in the kitchen while he’s making your favourite food, he’s walking by your side when you’re out and about in the town, he’s lounging beside you in the living room as you watch some show or film or another, he’s holding you in his arms as you fall asleep in bed, and so on. even in your so-called private moments, like when you’re taking an important phone call or when you’re in the bathroom, jack’s never too far away and is always quick to pop up once you’re done with whatever it was you were doing in your time apart.

words of affirmation — unless he’s actually completely asleep, your darling jack never goes too long without uttering some encouraging phrase or another to you. sometimes they’re short motivational speeches to hype you up for the day to come, other times they’re bits of very genuine and personal praise that would make anyone swoon, and occasionally they’re compliments about your appearance uttered so earnestly and sweetly that you can’t help but believe him — but no matter what form they come in, you know with a great deal of certainty that he means each and every word with every fibre of his being.

jack is absolutely petrified of being left alone (again) and he’s also extremely, dangerously, possessive over you and your time. both of these traits when combined make him extremely effective at isolating you from other people and making you completely reliant on him, which he accomplished through a mixture of verbal and emotional manipulation (gaslighting, white lies, leading questions, lovebombing, guilt tripping about his love for you, pretending he’s slowly disappearing from reality because of your actions, playing on your trust for him to make you push others out), physical actions (showering you with affection and good deeds when you do what he wants and withholding them when you disobey, using intimacy as a tool to get you to say what he wants you to, etc.), and violence towards others (stalking, threatening, maiming, attacking, kidnapping, and killing if it comes down to it) — and because of how effective his persona is, you never get the chance to see his mask truly slip and remain under the impression that your darling (potentially undead) boyfriend is the gentleman he portrays himself to be and that your relationship is a dream come true

(perhaps ignorance truly is bliss)

he has a scary good memory when it comes to everything about you, even the little things about yourself that you only mentioned offhandedly once or twice in all of the years you’ve known him — and this applies to everything from your smaller ‘favourites’ (e.g. favourite flowers, favourite sweets, favourite foods, favourite drinks, favourite type of weather, etc.) to the bigger and more important things about you (e.g. your allergies, information about your physical and mental health, the names of your immediate family, what hobbies and interests you have, your ring size, etc.), and all of that knowledge has allowed him to become the most perfect boyfriend he can possibly be for you

as far as pet names go he either calls you ‘sunshine’, your first name or an affectionate variation thereof, but he’s happy with whatever it is you want to call him as long as it’s not, you know, something that’s actually mean — though if you happen to call him something that implies you want to be tied to him for the rest of your life (e.g. ‘and how’s my future husband doing this morning?’), even if it’s said as a joke, then he’s going to get this absolutely starstruck look on his face, like you just told him the best news of his life, and you’ll be spending the rest of the day being spoiled absolutely rotten and showered with affection by a very clingy (somehow even more so than usual) and very chipper jack

[yukidragon]

The theory that Jack is attached to the tape due to a ritual from shady Lambworks can be extra interesting with Jack siring a child and if him being able to is part of the ritual. Like some creepy hollywood producer/executive with an obsession with youth and immortality using Jacktor as a lab rat, but it failed halfway through for some reason. When the child is born, what if that affects Jack nature of existence. Would he become a tangible person? If so, he would be a human or an undead in the way ghouls or vampires are?

Those are some pretty interesting ideas you've got there. While I have theorized that LambsWork was performing some sort of sinister ritual that resulted in Jack being trapped in the tape, I never did consider what the ritual might be for exactly. A rich person, or a group of them, wanting immortality would certainly be a reward worth the time, money, and public backlash that needs covering up.

Why it might've failed is an interesting question. Could it be that the incident itself went horribly wrong? Could it be they entirely misunderstood the ritual and it resulted in something else entirely? So many possibilities...

I do like the idea of Jack's child affecting his nature of existence. I've theorized in previous posts that Jack and his presence in the real world becomes more solid as his sunshine's love for him grows stronger.

I suspect that the typical rules for undead don't quite apply to Jack. After all, it's intentionally left questionable if he's actually a ghost. We don't actually know what he is currently, let alone what he might become. There's a lot more to supernatural beings and the undead than ghosts, ghouls, and vampires after all.

Jack can produce bodily fluids, as we can see vividly in the demo when he and MC have sexy fun times. This includes blood in the teasers where he's looking less than healthy. He has a heartbeat and can breathe. At the same time, everyone else is oblivious to his existence and exist conveniently around him. MC never observed Jack being tangible or intangible to anyone else. There's a lot of unknowns as to what he can and can't do.

It's a cute idea though that Jack having a child makes him more real. I don't think he'd be a normal human, but I'm not sure what he'd be exactly. Perhaps he'd grow more powerful, gaining more abilities as well as a physical presence in reality.

Perhaps with the love of his sunshine made flesh in the form of a child born from their love, Jack might just well become something utterly unstoppable.

When we get right down to it, we don't actually know what Sunny Day Jack is, or what his limitations are. It seems his only real weakness is his dependence on MC and his very questionable mental state. After all, there's something wrong with Sunny Day Jack...

@channydraws @earthgirlaesthetic @sai-of-the-7-stars @cheriihoney @illary-kore @okamiliqueur @kurokrisps

[missellaneousworks]

Excerpt from "Sundae Jack" - Fluff n' Smut SDJ Fic

Something is Wrong With Sunny Day Jack is a +18 ONLY community. Therefore, the content of this fic is NOT APPROPRIATE for anyone under 18+ and should not be engaging with it.

Very self-indulgent Ella (OC) x Sunny Day Jack fic. The full version can be found on AO3 HERE.

Below is just a taste before things get spicy~

Something is Wrong With Sunny Day Jack is a +18 ONLY series. MINORS DNI.

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Oh yeah.  It had been that kind of a week for Ella.

The tub of ice cream landed on the counter with an unceremonious clunk, followed by the rest of the ice cream fixings.  Strawberries, bananas, chocolate fudge syrup, and whipped cream.  After a whole week of work, paying bills, having her hot water shut off for two days due to a water main breaking…. She needed to treat herself.  So after a horrible week, Ella went to the store with a little extra cash she had left over and got herself the full sundae spread!

Jack’s head poked out of the bedroom as he was finishing up folding laundry.  “Welcome back, Sunshine!  Whatcha got there?”

“My salvation,” Ella remarked with satisfaction. “I decided to take some of your advice about treating myself after a rough week.”

In the not-too-far past, Ella would usually turn to a nice bottle of wine and a bubble bath to relax and unwind. But while walking down the frozen dessert section in the grocery store earlier, she found a brand of ice cream she hadn’t seen in years. Normally, she would sadly pass by before she could change her mind, but today of all days she figured why not?  Besides, Jack would probably appreciate a little sweet treat, too!

“Anything I can do to help?” Jack’s ever-cheerful voice inquired helpfully. 

“Actually, yeah! Can you slice up the strawberries and a banana?”

After retrieving the cutting board and knife, Jack began to cut the fruit into thin, even pieces, humming a melody that Ella didn’t quite recognize, but was sure she heard it before.  “You know, most people get cherries with their sundaes.  I like the fact that you bought strawberries, though!”

“Eh heh, yeah… cherries remind me too much like cough syrup.  I know they’re already cherry flavored, but still… I like strawberries more.”

“Blueberries are also great!”

“No kidding, Mr. Blue-Haired-Clown-Sir.”  Ella teased back.

“Pfft, okay, okay, that one was obvious.”

“A little,” Ella giggled.  As she removed the ice cream tub’s lid and began to scoop the into the bowl.  “You know, I’m also a fan of peaches and nectarines.”                                                        

“Those sound tasty!  Maybe we can buy some next time.  Can never have to much fruit for your diet.”

“Not unless they go bad because I don’t eat them in time.”

“That's what you have me, here for, Sunshine,” Jack said triumphantly as he finished cutting the fruit, quickly washing the knife and setting it into the sink drainer.   

“…to eat the fruits I don’t like?” Ella innocently blinked up a Jack, leaning into his side slightly.

Jack chuckled and shook his head.  “No, silly.  To make sure you stay happy and healthy!  So we can keep having ice cream dates together~”

“Hmmm!  A fine point, Mr. Sunny Day.”

“You know what they say, an apple a day keeps the doctor away!  So it’s important to keep you in pear-fect health!”

The silence was incredibly loud as Ella slowly, deliberately turned towards Jack.  “…honey.  May I remind I am armed?  With an ice cream scooper?!”

Jack didn’t even attempt to hold back his laughter.  “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I can’t help it.  I just think you’re one in a melon.”

“I know where you sleep.”

“I should hope so,” now the clown was turning the tables again on Ella, his voice lowering an octave as he came up behind Ella and wrapped his arms around her waist.  “It’s right next to you, after all.”

A pleasurable shiver ran up Ella’s spine as she felt Jack’s breath across the back of her neck and shoulder.  Subconsciously leaning back onto Jack’s body, Ella almost forgot about the ice cream sundae, at least until she accidently knocked over the open jar of chocolate syrup and got all over the counter. 

“Ah, shit!”

“Whoops!”  Jack blinked at the mess, a slightly disappointed grimace across his face.  However, it didn’t stop him from getting a moist paper towel and dabbing the mess.  “I got it, Sunshine, don’t worry!”

“Guess your flirt was too hot for this hot fudge to handle.”

That earned her another chuckle from her lover.  “Want to cool down with this sundae?”

“I thought you’d never ask~”

Within moments, Ella and Jack were nestled on her couch with a blanket, and a sizable bowel of the sundae, with two spoons so they could share. 

“Um, is this okay?  That we’re eating out of the same bowl?  I thought about getting one for each of us, but I kind of thought it would be cute to share…”

“I don’t mind, this is perfect, Ella.” Jack reassured with that ever-comforting smile of his.

“I thought it was pear-fect.”

“Ooooh!  My own pun thrown back in my face.”

“You’re very handsome face,” Ella shimmied closer to Jack’s side and wasn’t blind to the slight blush on Jack’s face.  It was nice to know even he could get bashful at times.  Adorable.  “Anyways, let’s dig in—”

The abrupt pause in his Sunshine’s delight caused Jack to raise his eyebrow in confusion.  “What’s wrong?”

“…I feel like… we’re missing something.”  Ella thoughtfully tapped the spoon against her lower lip before her head snapped up.  “The whipped cream!  Oh my god, hang on.”

Her sudden departure to retrieve the forgotten condiment was amusing to Jack.  Ella’s strive to get something just right might have been considered a setback to others, but not Sunny Day Jack.  He took a lot of time and dedication to improve Ella’s quality of life, and even more important, her happiness. 

Which was one thing they had in common.  His sunshine worked so hard to make people around her happy, it just showed how kind, creative, and amazing she truly was.  Sadly, there were times when Ella overdid it—with the best of intentions, but it was a small secret Jack kept to himself; he felt that most other people didn’t deserve the time of day with Ella.  She worked so hard at work, maintaining her home, and her writing, and finding new inspiration to keep her going.  As the matter of fact was that Ella persisted despite all of the trouble and heartache she’d been through in the past.  And that fact alone made her… special. 

It felt good being in her light.  Incredibly, warm, light, and loving light.  It was only right that her attention shouldn’t be wasted on others who would otherwise dim that precious light.

He’d make sure it would stay that way.  Forever, if he had to. 

“Got it!” Ella triumphantly scampered back to the living room with the whipped cream.  She plopped right next to Jack again, shaking the can before placing a sizable dollop on top of the sundae.  “Now, it’s perfect!”

Jack couldn’t help the mischievous smile.  “You mean pear—”

“Don’t,” Ella pointed the can directly at Jack’s face in an attempt to look intimidating.  Though the scrunch of her noise proved to be cuter than anything.  “I am armed and dangerous.  Don’t you dare, Jack.” 

Jack bit his lip in an attempt to stifle the chuckle building in his chest, but he couldn’t resist teasing her… just a little.  He jokingly lifted both of his hands up in mock defeat.  “Oh-ho!  What do you intend to do now that I’m at your mercy, Sunshine?”

The glimmer in Ella’s eye was unmistakable.  Her finger pressed on the tip of the can’s spout, intending to spray just a little on his nose, to make good on her threat, and to be a little coy.

However.

After a moment, nothing came out, and Ella added a little more pressure.

Jack stiffened as a flurry of whipped cream erupted all over his face, covering his left eye, cheek, part of his lip, but most of it did land on his red nose.  Jack squeezed his eyes shut when he was met with a barrage of sweetness, not fully registering what exactly happened at first.   After one mortifying moment, Jack’s right eye blinked open.  Ella’s face blanched from utter embarrassment.

“Pffffft!” Jack’s shoulders began to shake.  Then a giggle slipped, followed by a snort. 

Ella could only blink back as the silliness of her nerves and the situation itself sunk in.  Jack hunched over in an attempt to turn and hide his face, but Ella could clearly see his eyes squeezed shut, and the corners of his mouth failing to suppress a smile. 

“Oh my God,” Ella released the beginning of her own breathless laugh before she finally quipped, “Sorry honey,” she genitively wiped the cream from his eye.   “Guess I was the one who blew their load prematurely, huh?”

Jack guffawed and doubled over with a shocked laugh.  “ELLA!”

It broke the damn that held back Ella’s jovial laughter as she hunched over while cupping Jack’s face.  “Hey, first time for everything, am I right?”

“You’re t-too much for me, sunspot!” Jack managed to eke out through his laughter. 

Ella giggled back, “Too bad! You’re stuck with me, innuendoes and all.”

“I’d hardly call that a bad thing, you know.”  Jack’s laughter began to subside into breathless chuckles.  Most of the cream had slid down his face and landed on his chest and lap. 

“O-oh,” Ella tried to remain focus, but Jack was so close to her.  “Let me help, honey.”  Quickly, she grabbed a napkin that was sitting on the coffee table blotted parts of his face to remove the sweet confectionary cream from his face.  Jack was perfectly still and let her work, seemingly content to let Ella touch him, even if it was just for the sake of cleanliness.  She could feel his warm breath against her skin.  He wasn’t even doing anything other than just sitting there, messed up by her own hand.  Yet something about it made it feel… oddly intimate.  Especially the way Ella was studying the sharp features of his face.

“I think that’s all of it—oh, wait,” Ella cupped the side of Jack’s cheek and guided it to the side.  “You’ve got something on your face…”

“Ella--?” Jack was cut off at the feel of Ella’s soft lips against his cheek.

The dusting of pink across her face as she pulled back was impossible to ignore, as was a small, coy smile.  “Never mind, it was just me.”

Jack’s smile widened, positively smitten.  “Have I told you recently that I love it when you get spontaneous?” 

The compliment hit its mark perfectly as Ella’s blush deepened before an idea began to form in her mind.

Spontaneous, huh…?

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[anntmaan]

Dear Twin flame,

I still remember our first ever conversation. I remember having the biggest crush on you and thought to myself one night. I have to message this girl and try my luck. And so I took the courage to send you a Snapchat asking “anyone up for a chat” as if it was a Snapchat I sent to a whole heap of people but really it was just for you. Not knowing if I was gonna get left on seen or not you responded quite quickly with a Snapchat of your brother Jack being Jack when you were down visiting him in the Sunny Coast. We just started going back and forth all night that night, and I was so happy. Days go by. We’re still talking. Weeks went by. We’re still talking. I’ve fallen in the deep pits of love. I tell myself every night before bed. “My god, I love this girl” to myself every night. I all of a sudden knew what love was, and I was counting my blessings every night thanking the lord for sending me an angel. We’re dating now and I know what I want in my life for the rest of it, it’s as if you were part of me. I know at this point. That this is the girl I’m going to grow with. I only got a few months with you but my god were they the best few months I’ve ever gotten to experience.

It’s a few months in of you being posted to Perth in the Navy. You don’t talk to me for a few days (which you’ve never done) I sit and ponder on my thoughts knowing something is off in my heart. My heart was weighing on me and I felt nauseous that day. You finally message me. You tell me that we can no longer be. I can’t believe what I’m reading and my heart breaks into a million pieces. But I accepted it and never said a bad thing about your decision and I knew and understood the reason why we couldn’t be together. Right person wrong time situation and I thought the universe was cruel for doing that to me. I was broken. A year goes by and I’m a raging alcoholic at 18 who’s going to parties and clubs and writing myself off. I slowly heal. Another year goes by and I’ll never forget when you started posting about another guy. Definitely a tough to swallow pill but I accepted it. I meet Kiera and we clicked. I felt a spark in my heart again and I fall in love with her. We live together and we’re so happy. But I always still had so much love for you and I felt confused as to how I could love two girls. But I guess that’s the difference between a soul mate and a twin flame.

A few years go by, me and Kiera are falling out of love, she doesn’t approve of you in my life but I can’t let you go. I think the relationship started spiralling down slowly because she knew I still loved you. She ends up calling it off with me and I’m broken. I found that all I could think about during the period of heartache was you. I slowly heal again and I get to a healthy stage in life again and I knew what I needed. I’m ready for you but I find out there’s another man. I’m hurt but it’s okay, I learn to accept it because seeing you happy would make me happy and I knew in my soul that one day our souls would unite again because I know in my heart that nothing can interfere with true love. It’s 2023 now and this year you confess your love for me still. I confess mine. I now find myself getting lost in my thoughts many times through the days and nights thinking about you. I make up scenarios in my head of you. I can’t help my thoughts and when I listen to love songs my mind drifts away and I think about making love with you. I go to bed every night and think about how nice it would be to have you laying beside me. I think about holding your hand every day. I go for drives and I think of you sitting in the passenger. Oh how nice it would be to cook dinners together while sipping on wine and dancing around the kitchen together. Going out for dinners together. Going to the movies holding hands and eating popcorn. Going for late night drives together listening to love songs. Going for adventures into nature together. Having lazy days with the cats in bed. Doing life with you. Oh how nice it would be. My gut tells me you’re the one and that someday we will be together again and I’m a big believer in what’s meant to be will be. If my soul tells me you’re the one. Then you’re the one. Nothing can interfere with true love and especially the twin flame love.

I love you. I love your face. You have the most beautiful face ever. You’re art and I could sit and look at you forever. I love your eyes and I get lost in them every time you stare into mine, they’re angelic. I love your hair and the smell of you, I wanna always hold you and kiss you on the neck and whisper “I love you” into your ear. I love your voice and every time you talk to me I can’t help but to glance at your lips and think about caressing my lips onto yours ever so gently. The worst punishment is only being allowed a long hug but not too long because like you said, that’s suspicious. We’re both respectable and loyal people so we respect the boundaries as you’re not ready yet. But I know what I need in life and I know nothing can stop what’s meant to be and when I held your hand the other night to clean paint off them. I wanted to hold them forever. Holding your hand made my soul feel like it was breathing into yours. You’re special and one day we’ll be together again and finally unite our twin flame souls together. I will wait for you x

With love, Ant 🫶🏽

[yanderelovlies]

Sunny day jack please

-🐘

I'm sorry this took so long to get to hun! It was buried in my ask box!

So the story as it presented in the Demo goes likes this

Characters to set the stage:

Sunny Day Jack: main character, 80's children show host, and Yandere

Ian: cheating ex, childhood friend, an actor

Shaun: college friend, was there during the break with Ian, possible love intrest??

Nick: social media influencer, love intrest, first victim

After the breakup between MC and Ian, Mc went to thrift store to buy cloths that don't remind the of Ian. While shopping a mysterious VHS tapes with the Incident of 87' had fell into their basket. Seeing nothing wrong with it on top of curiosity MC bought the VHS tape. However when MC watched it that night they don't recall anything outside of passing out.

When MC wakes again they are met with multicolored retro 80's clown Sunny Day Jack. Since no one else seems to see or feel him outside of MC they came to the conclusion they are being haunted by said clown. Mc seems to accept this as they live their everyday life with Jack, and the little healthy changes he makes to their life.

While living with MC Jack makes it clear that he can't do anything he doesn't want them to do. So he begins to let MC think they are in control of their actions. Even thought I don't think they really are. In the Demo not only is it clear that Jack's goal is to get closer to MC, but it also seems like he has a plan that he is determined to see throught and not let anyone get in his way.

At the end of demo is when Shaun shows up. Before Jack showed up MC promissed Shaun he could stay at their place while he was working on his movie. At the end of the demo all you hear from Jack is "MC....who is this?"

With all the being said that is JUST the demo, so this is subject to change when the game fully releases. I didn't go into full detail about something (nick) because the game isn't fully out somethings are still up In the air, and I didn't want it to come off as it was facts. That being said I HIGHLY reccomend you read these from @/sunspot-moondrop if you are intrested in digging a little more into characters.

He does an amazing job covering theories about characters

What is Jack's deal?

What are Shaun problems?

I really hope this helped (cause it feels all over the place) please if you have any questions don't be afraid to send in another ask or just message me!

[heliads]

In Sickness And In Health

Based on this request: "a Thomas x reader where y/n is sick and Thomas takes care of her and worries even though it's just like a cold or something."

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Today is shaping up to be an absolutely excellent day. It’s perfectly sunny, despite the chilly dampness of far too much rain that has hung over the Glade for the past week or so. Alby’s assigned you to something actually interesting today, so you won’t be forced to skulk around with nothing to do. Plus, your boyfriend, Thomas, is scheduled to have a rest day from his time spent running in the Maze, so you’ll be able to see him for longer than the typical scant few hours at dawn and after he returns from mapping out the labyrinthine corridors all day.

You lay in your hammock for a few seconds longer, blissfully picturing the day before you. It’s one of those good sort of days where you wake up with a smile in front of a tired sigh, where you can keep your eyes closed and visualize the hours awaiting you like it’s a dream come true. You take a deep breath in and out, and then you freeze.

Suddenly, your day is ruined, utterly so. There is one problem, one problem that never once showed up in any of your carefully laid plans. It’s not like you can think around it, either. Here is the issue that presents itself before you, the one grievously simple error that now consumes your every waking thought: the rattle of phlegm in your lungs, the clear sign that you have a cold.

It’s a terrible fate. You, much like any other sane person on the planet or within the Glade, whichever seems more real at the moment, are bound by the capabilities of your health. So, when your head starts to pound as it is now, as if your mind just realized that you’re sick and so you’d better play the part to the full, terrible extent, the urge to simply go back to sleep until it’s all gone washes over you in waves.

However, bed rest is not an option at the moment. You’re still a Glader, one bound by the wishes and whims of Alby and Newt, and they both say that you have to get up and complete your tasks, even though you can hardly breathe through your nose and you feel as if you have the strength of a failing coma patient.

You might be exaggerating a little, but still. You feel terrible. At the same time, the sun climbs higher and higher into the sky, and you have to face the awful reality that you must drag yourself from your hammock, corral yourself into some twisted imitation of a healthy Glader, and progress throughout the day as if nothing were wrong at all. The Glade only functions because everyone here plays their part, so you cannot afford to take a sick day.

All the same, you think as you force your eyes open, the thought of resting for even a few minutes more sounds rather promising. Would Alby even miss you anyway? Surely he wouldn’t notice you were gone. Even the thought of this makes you want to laugh. Yes, he would notice. Alby once yelled at some hapless Builder for fifteen minutes because the guy thought he could get away with taking a forty minute lunch break instead of the designated half an hour. You’re not going to be able to fool yourself into thinking you can miss the morning shift, no matter how much you’d like to do so.

You take a deep breath, and force yourself out of the hammock in one fell swoop with the air of someone plunging themselves into ice cold water. Surprisingly, it’s not as bad as you think. Besides, once you get up and moving, the phlegm forces itself away to some unseen part of your lungs, no doubt doing damage where you can’t feel it. You’re okay with this, though. Whatever gets you through the day without having to go beg the Med-Jacks for some cough drops is fine with you.

You get ready for the day, then prepare to leave the sacred hammock space for the rest of the Glade. Just as you’re about to get some breakfast, though, an arm quickly stretches in front of you, blocking your path forward. You glance over at the owner of said arm, and chuckle slightly when you realize it’s Thomas.

“Everything alright?” Thomas raises an eyebrow, coming to stand in front of you. “I don’t know. You tell me.” You frown. “That’s a very open statement. Am I supposed to be confessing to a murder or something?” Thomas rolls his eyes. “I was talking about the fact that you seem to be sick. Although, if you killed somebody, I’d like to know too.”

You grin. “Would you help me hide the body or turn me in to Alby?” Thomas scoffs. “Hide the body, obviously. I’m not getting you banished.” He pauses slightly. “That’s not what we’re talking about, though. I heard you coughing.” You grimace. “Ah. I was hoping you wouldn’t notice that. I’m not contagious, I swear. At least, I don’t think so. I’m not sure it matters, though, we all live in the same place and don’t ever leave. Germs kind of do their own thing.”

Thomas folds his arms across his chest. “No jokes, Y/N. You need to be healthy.” You blow out a tired breath. “Tell me about it. I have so many things I have to do, and a cold isn’t going to make it any easier.” Thomas gives you a look. “This is exactly what I’m talking about. You need to get some rest, and the only way to do that is to take care of yourself.”

You glance at him curiously. “And what do you suggest?” Thomas gestures towards the hammock behind you. “Get some more sleep, for starters. I’ll bring you some water.” He smiles, as if pleased with himself for coming up with these solutions despite not being a Med-Jack. You fight the urge to grin. “I’m not going back to bed, Thomas, I have things to do. Supplies to organize. First and Second-in-commands to not aggravate, which is why I’m heading out.”

You duck under Thomas’ arm and start to head towards the center of the Glade. Thomas, however, just jogs after you, walking in front of you to get you to stop. “Alby and Newt will understand if you need to take a day off.” You raise your brows. “They will? Are you sure?” Thomas sighs. “Newt will, at least. I can work on Alby. I’m serious, though. You need to take it easy.”

You smile reassuringly at him. “I am taking it easy. You’ll notice that I’m not running or jumping or challenging any Builders to hand-to-hand combat.” Thomas runs a hand through his hair, frustrated. “Y/N, I’m worried about you! If you try to do too much now, you’ll only get worse. You’re literally coughing now.”

You freeze, and quickly pretend as if you weren’t just hacking your lungs out. “No I wasn’t. I, uh, have allergies. They don’t affect me that much.” Thomas stares at you in disbelief, although, judging by the quirk of his lips, he’s doing his best not to laugh. “You’re terrible at coming up with excuses, you know that?”

You grin. “I pride myself on it. Now come on, we should go get breakfast.” Thomas goes to complain, but you hold up a hand. “I can’t be super healthy if I don’t get fuel for the day, right? Honestly, by trying to force me back to bed, you might just be making me worse.” You cower slightly under the force of Thomas’ exasperated look. “Alright, that was a stretch. I’ll admit it.”

Thomas finally lets himself laugh, although you notice that he keeps staring at you as if he expects you to keel over at any moment. “I should hope so. I’m going to get the Med-Jacks to carry you away halfway through the day if you’re not careful.” You smile back at him. “Don’t try to threaten me, Thomas, I’ll just hide from them.”

You expect Thomas’ worries to disappear. You’re up and active, which should be a clear sign that you’re doing just fine. Sure, you can’t seem to shake a sniffle in your nose, and your head is pounding like it’s recently been mauled by a Griever, but you’re fine. However, Thomas’ watchful eye just gets worse as the day progresses. He’s certain that you’re going to tire yourself out and make things worse, and no matter how many times you tell him that it’s just a cold, he refuses to budge.

Take right now: Alby has assigned you to categorizing the extra boxes of medical supplies currently taking up space in some abandoned corner of the Homestead. Clint and Jeff barely have enough space in the Med-Jack hut as it is, so they can’t afford to take on anything new. Alby wants you to take a look at what’s been festering in the crates, maybe organize a few things and try to clear out the rest.

Thomas, however, sees this as an opportunity for you to try and lift something too heavy and pass out. So, on his off day, when he should be kicking back and relaxing to make up for the fact that he’s out running every other day, Thomas is in the Homestead with you, hovering over your shoulder and constantly trying to take things out of your hands when he deems them too dangerous to your invalid self.

At last, you get tired of it and set some things straight. “Thomas, I’m fine. Honestly. I can do this.” He folds his arms over his chest. “I am taking care of you.” The way he says it, with a slight proud tilt of his head like this is a task of the gravest concern, makes you smile in spite of yourself. “And you’re doing a great job of it. Maybe too great a job, though, because I’m not going to get through these boxes if you keep trying to stop me.”

Thomas protests this. “You were trying to lift them! They’re really heavy!” You give him a look. “And I can handle it.” He frowns. “Not if you’re sick.” You consider lifting a box just to prove your point, but decide against it. “I have a feeling that I’ll be okay. How about you give me ten minutes to finish this, and then we can go take a break?”

Thomas considers this for a second, then nods. “Alright. But if I see you trying to exert yourself too much-” You cut him off before he can finish whatever threat hovers on the tip of his tongue. “You can stop me immediately, I know. Anything for you, Doctor Thomas.” He smirks at that. “Maybe I should become a Med-Jack instead of a Runner. I’m pretty good at this.” You turn so he can’t see your grin. “As if you’d ever pass up the chance to go explore the Maze.” You can hear him hum in agreement behind you. “That’s true.”

True to your word, you let Thomas lead you away from the Homestead the second you finish categorizing the boxes. You’re not entirely sure it’s a bad thing, lying on a hammock with him, watching the sun appear and disappear behind the whitest and fluffiest clouds you’ve ever seen. In fact, it’s rather nice.

You speak up, breaking a rather peaceful silence. “I’m sorry I’m probably infecting you with my cold.” Thomas chuckles, and you can feel the beat of it against your chest. “I won’t get sick, I’m immune to all colds. I’d outrun the germs.” You snort. “That’s not how that works.” Thomas shifts slightly, and you can see the grin on his face. “No? I’m pretty sure it is.”

You laugh again, letting the sound disappear into the quiet stillness of the sunny afternoon. “I’m not sure about that.” Thomas reaches out, wrapping his hand around yours. “Think about it. I’ve literally never gotten sick here.” You ponder the sight of his fingers intertwined with yours. “That’s going to change in about three hours when the cold sets in.”

Thomas shrugs, moving you along with him. “Well, at least I know I have you to look after me.” You nod. “Of course. It’s my turn to play at being a Med-Jack.” Thomas pokes you in the shoulder. “Hey, I was great at this. Don’t make fun of me.” You grin. “I’d never dream of it.” The two of you stay there a while, basking in the sun, until Alby starts calling your name and you know you have to go back to work, despite Thomas’ protests. Until then, though, you’re content to stay here and watch the day drift by in one slide of endless sky blue.

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[maleyanderecafe]

(Not sure if my first ask was sent) Have you played/heard of the game "Something's Wrong with Sunny Day Jack"? The main male love interest, Sunny Day Jack, is a really interesting take on a male yandere. The demo is free, and there's also an in-character interview.

Er, I'm not sure what your first ask was, but if it was about Something's Wrong with Sunny Day Jack, I didn't get it, but I did get this ask. It's pretty interesting and I do like the art for it (I just... love the line art. You don't understand I just... smooth line art). It has voice acting and an interview as well, so there's love put into it. Be warned though, it is r18 so take heed.

Something's Wrong with Sunny Day Jack is an itch.io game that you can play on your browser. It starts out with the MC reminiscing a bit about the past as a child and how they enjoy being an adult more than being a child because of the freedom it has. They wake up to a Jack, the main character of an 80s children's cartoon asking to make breakfast for them. It turns out that the MC picked up and bought a strange VCR in a thrift store after being drawn to it (sort of fnaf style, I suppose) and after passing out while watching it, woke up to find Jack living with them. They're seemingly like a ghost, with only the MC being able to see him and him not appearing in windows. Jack has been living with them for a month now and has a very cheerful attitude, almost like a fitness trainer, encouraging the MC to stay healthy. After eating breakfast, the two watch some TV and get close to each other, either opting to kiss or hug Jack (the choices don't really change the plot at the moment, only the text) before being interrupted by their boss, who wants them to work an extra shift. Begrudgingly, the MC goes to their work, a frozen yogurt store, while wondering what would have happened if their boss had not interrupted them. There, after talking to Jack for a bit, a couple of guys come in, asking if the MC has a boyfriend. The MC can either state yes or no, with yes having accepted Jack as their boyfriend while no, causing them to fade a bit, making it so the MC can't even touch them. Either choice ends up with the two going back and having sex with each other. Upon waking up, the MC greets an old college friend, Shawn, who they sort of forgot was coming. After a brief chat, he goes into her room and exclaims in shock and the story ends.

The interview is also rather brief, with the interviewer asking questions about a show and some sort of event that happens. Some of the locations and numbers are glitched out and the last question the interviewer asks is if he is dating anyone (or rather asks if the reason why he's so toned is because of someone he might like) before Jack attempts to stop the interview altogether.

As a demo, the story is brief but the production quality is pretty high. Like I said, I really like the art style since I'm a big fan of this kind of linear, and the characters, Jack and Shawn are nicely drawn as well. The voice acting is pretty nice too, and I think it's really cool that they have a little interview for the character as well. The story itself reminds me a bit of FNAF as I said since it does rely on older technology and is a bit of the "children's" items with a twist of horror. Personally, though, I did find it sort of weird that the MC had sex with him (I dunno, maybe it's because I find having sex with kids show characters really weird, especially since he still acts like he's in the show sometimes) and the sex scene itself was sort of... odd. The way the MC's dialogue seemed as if they were drugged or were influenced by something, probably something like how they were drawn to the VCR tape in the first place. It seemed like they were really blissed out, which might be partly because of the sex, but also as if they were kind of hypnotized into feeling this way. This is the feeling I got when they hugged/kissed as well since the MC would often say that it felt "warm and comforting" and that "it was strange because they normally don't feel this way" and even during sex they felt sort of like "there was a small part that wanted to push him away." Which I think is the intention here, since there is a bit of horror to it as well. Must be a bit scary to know that the MC is probably being influenced to feel extremely safe around Jack for one reason or another. I also find it curious that in the end, it seems like Shawn might be able to see Jack or what the two did, though it was mentioned that Jack was only visible to the MC.

In terms of yandere content, it was very light for the most part. While he did have times of being a bit clingy before the two had sex, I think the most yandere parts are when they were having sex (telling the MC that the two should be together forever, and telling the MC that he never has to leave if they would like), specifically saying things like they will always be together and that they need to be with each other, as well as red text stating that he's doing it for their own good (or something along those lines). Of course, I assume in the full demo we will see more of the true nature of Jack and what exactly happens at the end of the demo, along with what exactly he did to the MC.

Overall though, an interesting experience, and I hope to see more.

[silverrose6]

Yo so I saw a video asking what cereal mascot is more likely to kill and I haven't been able to get it out of my head. I thought about this question a lot and here is my answer. Sorry really long post ahead.

Tony the Tiger (Frosted Flakes): No

Tony's an athlete and is too focused on sports and getting kids to active. I don't think he interacts with the others much, has a friendship with Shaq and maybe has a friendship with Tucan Sam. He had problems with the Grinch and I don't think he ever recovered from that.

Tucan Sam (Fruit Loops): No

He is a family man. He is constantly looking after his nephews and keeping them out of trouble. Think Donald Duck but with less anger issues. He doesn't have time to plan a murder when he's too stressed about keeping his nephews safe.

Snap, Crackle, Pop (Rice Krispies): No

The brothers are just trying to run their family business. But the Kebler elves have beef with them. The Keblers are like a mob family and the brothers have enough to worry about to be planing a murder.

The Flintstones (Fruity and Cocoa Pebbles): No

Like the brothers they are a family business. The Flintstones and the Rubbles started the business for their children, Pebbles and Bam Bam. They are a blue collar family business they are not gonna plan a murder.

L.C Leprechaun 'Lucky the Leprechaun' (Lucky Charms): No

Lucky is a capitalist he owns the cereal that everybody wants and he does everything to keep them from getting it. He has money and power and he gets a kick from playing keep away. He's not gonna murder.

Captain Crunch(Cap'n Crunch): No

He is a military man in power if he wants to kill someone he'll do it during war or on a battle field and it will be justified. He doesn't need to do it illegally.

Trix Rabbit (Trix): No

Trix is a thief, he does petty crime but he's not about to kill. He's as bad as a Scooby Doo villain.

Cookie Jarvis (Cookie Crips): No

See Trix Rabbit.

Dig'em Frog (Honey Smacks): No

He's a kid and is honestly just happy to be included.

Buzz Bee (Honey Nut Cheerios): No

He's too busy helping people stay healthy.

Sunny (Kellog's Raisin Brand) and Cornelius Rooster (Kellog's Corn Flakes): Hell No

They are sitting back and watching everything unfold and won't get involved they are too far above all that.

The Monster Cereals: No

The Monster cereals are Franken Berry, Count Chocula, Boo Berry, Fruity Yummy Mummy, and Frute Brute. They have their own club they are not gonna get mixed up in problems with the other mascots. They basically live in their own world so no they wouldn't kill.

Sonny (cocoa puffs): Maybe?

Sonny is an addict who tries to get clean but always falls back into the habit because he is around people who are eating what he's addicted to. I feel bad for him because he tries but fails, even if it's not his fault. While I don't think he would kill anyone I do think he might do something while he's going "cuckoo for cocoa puffs" by accident.

The Cinnamon Squares (Cinnamon Toast Crunch): Yes

But not intentionally. The square are like a sub species of intelligent beings that were born and raised on a secluded island. They were found and brought back to civilization and now they are going wild. Like they are smart enough to do and understand tech, modern things, and function in civilized society but they are cannibals. They eat each others without a second thought and honestly it's normal for them. While they haven't eaten anyone other than other squares I wouldn't but it past the to move on to other things. But like I said they don't see it as wrong, it just their nature. They can be taught not to do it but...

CinnaMon (Apple Jacks): No

He is too laid back to kill anyone.

Bad Apple (Apple Jacks): Yes

It's not because of his name but because the dude is one bad day away from snapping. He has anger issues and if anyone is gonna plan a murder it's gonna be him.

If I missed one feel free to add it.

[thelastdiamondpiratealchemist]

Sunny Day Jack eats Dinosaur Shaped Chicken Nuggets. (He loves them.) ❤️ 🦕 🦖

[jay-and-dean]

Little Red Riding Hood

Sam x Reader One shot

Camping with friends, confidences, a night in the wood... what could go wrong ?

Note : @holylulusworld made me... This is my first ever Sam smut.

Warnings : SMUT... hand kink, a hit of size kink... I mean, Sam !

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          Summer is hot and sunny, the lake is beautiful and the sun is falling on it slowly like it wanted to bath. The tents are open and everything is messy : you spent the day listening to loud music and swimming with your friends. Even in the shade of that beautiful willow, heat makes alcohol a little more intoxicating.

“Come on !” Claire says to Jack, sitting next to you. “Don’t tell me you never thought about it !”

Jack looks a little surprised and takes a sip of his beer.

“No, really” he says. “I guess I never really had the opportunity, considering I live with the boys.”

“Well Y/n too” Claire states with a teasing smile. “You could have had sex with her.”

“Y/n is my best friend” Jack frowns.

You laugh and get up to take another beer from the cooler next to your tent.

“No offence Jack but you’re not really my type” you smile messing with his hair before sitting again, against the trunk.

“Are you into girls ?” Claire purrs, biting her lips like she always does when she hits on you.

“No she’s into Sam…” Jack states and your eyes widen.

“Sam ? As in Sam Winchester ?” Claire cough.

“You couldn’t shut up huh, Jack ?” you groan.

“He’s old” Claire thinks out loud and you hum biting your lips, rubbing your naked thighs together. “Whaaat ! You’re unbelievable Y/n ! Tell me everything ! Sammy ? Come on !”

“I don’t know he’s just… Did you look at him ?” you shrug drinking your all beer in one go.

“She’s in love with him” Jack adds innocently and you choke.

“I’m not !... I mean… He would never… anyway. Forget it !” you try but Claire is smiling so much you fear she would hurt her face, you roll your eyes.

“Oh my God I need to hear your dirtiest fantasies about Sam !” Claire shouts. “Come on I told you everything about that girl and about my wet dreams about Kristen Stewart. Pleeeease !”

           You laugh and take a sip of the beer in your hand again.

“I won’t tell you all my dirty secrets that easily” you smile. “There is just that thing he does with his chest…”

“Okay, this is going to be fun” your friend sits on her ankles. “Have you ever dreamt about him ?”

“Jack won’t shut his mouth…” you protest.

“He will or I have some things I could say too” she says and you see Jack swallow. “Dream ?”

“Yes” you sigh.

“Dirty dreams ?” she insists.

“Yes dirty dreams” you shake your head.

“Wow, I never thought of Sam this way, he’s just, so serious and old. He’s really nice and I guess he’s handsome but…”

“Have you seen his hands ?” you cut her and as her mouth opens without words coming out of it, you continue. “I’m sure just his fingers would go deeper than my ex’s dick. Last time he licked his fingers during diner, I had to go to the bathroom to… wipe… I mean, men hands make me all tingly already… Have you seen Sam fucking Winchester’s hands ?”

           Claire laughs and shakes her head while you clear your voice.

“I can’t even imagine what he hides in those jeans…” you sigh. “He’s so strong, I would let him do anything to me” you let out a moan that makes Jack widen his eyes.

“Do you think he’s dirty ? He’s always so reasonable, he eats healthy and work out and…”

“He’s in control” you cut her dreamingly. “He knows what he is doing, he’s smart and powerful, believe me Sam has a secret side” you feel yourself blush. “I would give anything to have him in control of me.”

“Must be fun to live with them” Claire turns to Jack.

“It’s awkward most of the times” Jack shrugs with a light smile.

“Yeah, well I’m horny all the time” you pout. “I live with a sex god and I can’t touch him” you sigh. “Last time he gave me too many orders while I was packing I called him Sir to make fun of him, but it made me fucking moan out loud instead… I’m lost. Sam Winchester ruined me.”

“Wow girl, you got it bad” Claire laughs loudly, showing her teeth.

           But your own smile fades. The problem is Jack is right : What started with attraction grew into something else. Evening spent watching movies with him doesn’t let you craving for just touches now, but also for affection. And his dimpled smile is now tearing your heart most of the time.

           You can’t show it of course, Sam would think you’re crazy, he doesn’t see you that way, you’re too young, and he often acts like you were a little sister. Sometimes you wonder what it could have been like to be Jessica, having a man like him intimate enough to ask you to marry him, waking up beside him, in his strong arms…

“Damn, I’m never looking at Sam the same way” your friend cuts your thoughts in a chuckle.

“Yeah well… if only he knew what he does to me…” you say dreamingly.

             You turn in your tent, not finding sleep. Talking about Sam like that was a bad idea, now you miss him, that kind smile, the delicious smell of his skin ; and you think about his hands… How they would grab your body, how his fingers could fill you, how tiny you would look under his palm…

           A discreet noise makes your senses switch on. What was that ? Not an animal for sure, not one of your friends, you hear them snore in their own tents.

           Taking your knife in your hand you open the zipper slowly. The noise again. Then something touches the fabric of your temporary room. You rush outside with your knife but nothing is there, just the forest and the majestic willow covered by night.

           You look around and see a shadow between trees, obviously staring at you even if where you are you couldn’t say what it is for sure. A wendigo ? Come on ! This is your first vacation in two years !

           You look back thinking about waking your friends but the shadow starts moving so you follow it right away. The woods are dark but the almost full moon allows you to see where you put your feet. After a minute or two walking, you wonder : Is it a good idea to go further ? You could get lost and…

           Suddenly, an incredibly strong arm wraps around your waist from behind while a hand keeps you from screaming, almost bruising your face.

“It’s me” you hear behind you.

This voice, this smell… You look down and recognize it : the hand that you crave for years is holding you so tight. He frees your mouth.

“Sammy ?” you ask out of breath both from short but intense fear and from sudden arousal.

He doesn’t let you go, his giant arm still powerfully holding your waist.

“Yeah…” he sighs and you feel his mouth brush your neck.

“Oh…” you can’t hold back a winging sigh. “Wh-what are you doing here ?”

The hand that was on your mouth before pushes the hair that fell from your messy bun to the side, and he puts a kiss on the skin there. What is happening ? Did Sam just put a wet and hungry kiss on your skin ?

           Your legs close, like your body was trying to stop your pussy from reacting.

“I heard…” he whispers.

Your heart races and you start to sweat.

“Wh-what ? Sammy…” you try but he softly bites the side of your throat. “Oh god… Please…”

“I barely touched you and you are already begging” he groans. “Was it true ?"

"Wh-what ?" you stutter.

"All of it" he groans and you feel yourself soaking your panties, his huge body so close to yours. "You need me that bad ?" he groans, and the vibrations of his chest goes directly to your core. “My hands ?...” his fingers wrap around your throat, covering all of it.

All you can do is nod, still not sure this isn't a wet dream.

           A strand of his hair falls next to your face, and you try to turn to see him, but his massive body prevents any movement.

"Don't move" he orders in a deep voice you never heard. "Don't you dare..."

The hand around your waist comes up, now grabbing your boobs through your tank top, he can touch both at once and you feel so small.

"No bra..." he almost pants.

“I-I’m in my pajamas…” you moan and swallow, feeling his snake-hand holding your throat.

           The hand holding your waist falls on your ass and you gasp when it takes your sweatpants and panties down in one sharp movement. He bites your shoulder in a growl, making you bend a little. One of your shaking hands lean on the three in front of you, your nails scratching the wood at the intense pleasure the hunter is already giving you.

           He doesn’t go further, letting you butt-naked, your pants still below it. When his hips crush on you, the size of the bulge you feel makes you whine, and the hand around your throat squeezes you just a second to strangled the dangerously loud sound escaping your lungs.

“Can you take me Y/n ?” he groans low and you smell his delicious sweat break through his skin. “Little red ridding hood… Do you want me now ?”

His voice alone could make you come, and your only answer is a push back on his cock. He almost roars and the hand around your throat rolls around to hold your neck from behind now, making you bend a little more, fiercely. Your second arm goes to the tree for more balance. You are totally at his mercy.

           One of his foot spreads your legs a little, but your pants doesn’t allow much. His palm comes roughly in contact with your ass cheek and your pussy starts pulsing around nothing. You lower your head but his powerful arm can hold it because his fingers are long enough to wrap from back to front.

           When his huge hand goes down your ass, down between your thighs, and comes caressing your soaked folds from behind, you almost lose balance. But Sam is so strong his wrist on your neck alone can hold you. He wets his fingers in a manly moan, making his long digits rub your entrance from tip to palm, and a burning feeling makes you see stars already.

“So cute little Y/n fantasizes about my fingers, huh ?” he snarls and you take a deep shaky inhale. “Aren’t you a little too young to want a man like me ? Huh ?”

“P-please…” is all you can say, weakly.

Before you even register what he’s up to, two of his fingers brush your entrance and push in, stretching you deliciously.

“Sam…” you moan.

He pushes deeper, slowly but perfectly steadily. When you feel his index and little finger press hard against your ass cheeks, you understand he used his two longest fingers.

“Gnnn… FUCK” you cry out when you feel him so deep.

“Shhhh” he murmurs.

No one ever did that to you. His hand is so long and thick, he hits you better than most man could do with their hands or even their cock. The tips of his fingers move a little inside of you, and you swear you could feel them in your belly.

Fingers and cocks are not the same, hands are less thick, but firmer and more precise, with their own will, move… That’s why you love them so much.

When he starts to roughly make his hand shake, his whole arm violently jolting, you almost faint. A strangle moan escape your lungs painfully.

“Yeaaah… That’s it babygirl… just like that” he groans from deep in his chest.

You feel something explode inside you and come, the hardest ever, tears filling your eyes and your juice burning your thighs because of the contrast with the fresh air on your skin.

           You stay here, panting. Absolutely incapable of forming a coherent thought. Sam’s long fingers leave you and he wraps his two arms around you, helping you to stay up.

           In your high, you feel his lips devour your neck and jaw. Your eyes can’t focus, your hands are shaking, all your brain can focus on is Sam Winchester. You lean on his chest and touches in ecstatic whines. His hand comes to your face, clumsily pushing the hair out of your face.

“Do you want more ?” he pants in your ear.

That’s when you notice how he breathes, how hot his skin is, how hard he is… You nod and smile with your eyes closed in bliss. Sam, your Sam wants you.

           He turns you and takes your pants and panties down in an eager grunt. Your head goes back a little at how high you are.

“There, I got ya” he whispers against the delicate skin of your jaw.

His lips move to yours and you really wish you could enjoy your first kiss wish Sam Winchester, a kiss you’ve dreamed of for so long… But now his delicious mouth tastes yours, half your focus is on his hand struggling with his belt.

           When he grabs your thighs to carry you against the trunk, taking place with the moves of a wild cat between your legs, you feel so small it actually scares you a little for a few seconds. But his predatory attitude doesn’t fool you : Sam is the kindest heroes of all.

           You dare looking down and gasp. Sam is huge, and his cock, hard but heavy, laying on your lower belly, looks like it would never fit, even after his fingers… He kisses you, the soft taste of his lips making you forget anything else but want.

           His arms are the size of your thighs, and the strange sensation of him being a giant makes you shake again you again, except this time it doesn’t scare you. You whine in desire, making noises you didn’t know you had in you.

“Look at me baby…” he purrs, suddenly tender and warm.

He grabs his cocks in his hand and you open your mouth in anticipation, looking down at it. When he lines himself with your entrance, you realize if he hadn’t prepared you so good, so deeply and roughly, you probably couldn’t take him.

           He pushes just the tip in, you can’t take your eyes off of it. Both his hands are under your thighs so when he bends his head to catch your attention on his face, you ignore it for a while, knowing he can’t make you look up just right now. You just watch him sink slowly, watch how you swallow him, how this thick vein disappears inside of you. Your heart is racing and you feel sweat roll on your back.

           A low moan escapes his lips, making you finally look at his face. When your eyes meet his, a side smile welcomes you. The little strand of his hair sticking to his forehead, the dimples on his right cheek, the dark in his eyes… Every detail make you fall in love all over again. You have to hold back a tear at the idea of him, your Sammy, finally sinking inside you.

           But a sudden sharp sensation makes you gasp : the stretching becomes too much when he bottoms out. He’s huge and your head falls back in a whine. But after a few seconds not moving, your body finally welcomes him totally and it becomes so good to feel him that you start to shake.

“G-God… Sam…” you moan, grabbing his waist to make him move.

His stomach trembles and he lets out a long exhale, like he had been holding his breathe.

           His first thrusts are slow and gentle, even if his grunts are still wolf-like : The perfect balance between dangerous and sweet, powerful and cautious… Sam Winchester. His head falls on your shoulder and he bites it, the move of his lips getting a little more sharp.

“Ah!” you scream when his teeth surprise you with a delicious scratch.

“Be quiet baby” he groans in your ear, before one of his hands lets go of your thigh to silent you.

The feeling of his oh-so-powerful hand on your mouth, and the smell of yourself on it make you crave even more and your whimpers fill every one of your breaths. Your walls pulse around him, making him hold back low moans against your skin.

           Usually, when an orgasm builds inside you, you feel every steps of it, the waves of pleasure slowly coming up… Not this time. No waves before the tsunami.

Your vision goes blank and you feel your all body reacting without your consent. Your lungs burn and your legs convulse. You feel something warm soak you and hear the wet sounds of his now erratic thrusts in your head. The pleasure is almost too much and tears roll on your face.

“Sh-shit…” he mutters, his hand almost bruising your face.

The last thing you can feel before you pass out is his cock twitching furiously and his burning cum filling you.

“Saaam…”

             You feel so good, but you can’t move, like your body had melt entirely. Opening your eyes, you meet Sam’s perfect face. He’s caring you into the woods, steady and upright, his muscular arms holding you in the safest place in the world.

           You look up and admire the stars around his head. Your hand is the first to obey again and you reach his face, catching his attention. He smiles with his heart on his face, like only can do, and you snuggle against him.

           Your tent seems so small when he puts you in it, the little warm light in it perfect for your peaceful bliss.

“Stay…” you whisper and he smiles again.

Taking his shirt off, he comes close to you and the beast is gone. He nuzzles in your chest, wrapping his arms around your body.

“I didn’t hurt you, Y/n ? Tell me…” he asks in a murmur while his hand comes under your shirt in your back.

“Sammy… this was… the best” you blush, putting your two hands in his hair to keep him close to you.

He chuckles and snuggles a little closer, making the fabric of the tent move because he touches every corner of it. You’re messy and sticky, but you are truly happy for the first time in your life.

           Silence slowly lays on you two letting you hear the wind in the willow. You kiss Sam’s hair praying he will stay, praying you could keep the man you love so close to you.

Not just until morning…

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[morfinwen]

5 - 10 for two ocs of your choice :)

Not that it won’t be immediately obvious, but i picked Elise and Julie Wilson.

5. Cleanliness habits (personal, workspace, etc.)

Elise has always been a fairly tidy person, but becoming an ER nurse has put that up to eleven. When she finishes eating something, any paper or plastic goes in the trash or recycling, and any plates or silverware get rinsed off and put in the dishwasher or at least next to the sink. Once she’s done with a book or movie, it goes back in its case (if it has one) and back on the shelf in whatever order she’s set it up in (occasionally alphabetical, but not always). Dirty clothes go in the hamper, clean clothes get folded and put in the dresser or hung up as soon as they’re out of the dryer. The bed is always made, with hospital corners. At least once a week, floors get swept and mopped, carpets get vacuumed, rugs get beaten outside, dust is wiped off, surfaces are wiped down with disinfectant, and windows get washed, more often if it gets used more often. 

She treats her workstation exactly the same, just with more disinfectant and plastic gloves.

Her personal hygiene is quick but thorough: on days she works, a quick shower, brushes her teeth twice a day and flosses once, and combs her hair. On her days off she puts a bit more time into it: a longer shower or perhaps a relaxing bath, and brushes her teeth after every meal and uses mouthwash.

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Julie’s pretty tidy, even compared to her aunt. Trash gets thrown out quickly, dirty clothes go in the hamper, and if a thing has a place it’s supposed to be, she’s not going to be comfortable leaving it on a table or chair for very long. If she didn’t live with Elise, she wouldn’t clean until things got visibly dirty, but she wouldn’t leave them dirty for long, either. Her bed doesn’t get made as such, but she’ll pull the blanket up to the pillow, so that the sheet is all covered. 

She showers every other day, brushes her teeth regularly, washes her face every night, and takes good care of her hair and skin. She sometimes teases Elise about it, that of the two of them it’s not the nurse who has the “better” personal hygiene.

6. Eating habits and sample daily menu

Good eating habits are an important part of overall health, and provide energy to get through the day. Elise has alarms set on her phone to remind her about eating, and if she doesn’t have time to stop for a meal, she’ll eat an energy bar or some other substitute.

Breakfast is usually coffee, eggs (scrambled or sunny-side up) and toast, and fruit -- apple, banana, or orange. Occasionally vanilla yogurt with granola in place of the eggs and toast, if she’s in a rush. 

Lunch is almost always a sandwich -- ham or turkey and cheddar, mayo, pickles, and a leaf or two of lettuce -- and a cup of soup or a salad, depending on how cold it is. She goes for more variety in her soups and salads, even with types she doesn’t like but have nutrient-rich ingredients. Tea to drink if she can get it, or water if she can’t.

If she doesn’t work, dinner is something hot from her well-worn cookbook at home, with a glass of wine and a light salad. If she’s at work, she’ll bring something from home -- usually a serving of a casserole or other storable dish that she cooked in bulk. Juice, or maybe a sports drink if she thinks she needs the electrolytes.

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Jack was a big believer in eating at the same times every day, and he kept to that schedule even after he got sick. Julie doesn’t value that schedule as much as her dad did, but she’s used to it.

Breakfast is cereal, or oatmeal (instant or microwaveable) with fruit and/or cinnamon in colder weather, with coffee. Sometimes she’ll have a banana.

She ate lunch at the university cafeteria when she was at school. Otherwise, it’s either reheated leftovers or a sandwich.

Since she has a light lunch, she’ll often have a snack in the mid-afternoon: carrot sticks, celery with peanut butter, chips, granola bar, it all depends on what’s available and what she feels like having.

Dinner is whatever Elise has made, whether she’s cooked it that evening or left some in the fridge. If for some reason there isn’t anything, or Julie just really doesn’t like whatever there is, she’ll make some mac’n cheese, chicken nuggets, instant rice, soup, or some combination. When she was a kid, her dad would let her have two cookies or a small bowl of ice cream after dinner if she’d been good that day, and so she’ll usually have something like that for dessert.

7. Favorite way to waste time and feelings surrounding wasting time

Elise is not a fan of wasting time. Time is not meant to be wasted.

If she’s too tired to concentrate but not tired enough to go to bed, she might watch some light TV program she wouldn’t normally (a cooking or home renovation show, for example) to kill time. That’s not something she’s happy to have done, though.

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Julie would never say wasting time is a good thing, but there are worse things in the world.

She can sink hours into watching Youtube videos on weird facts or events, or one of those channels that shares real-world spooky occurrences or unexplained scenarios. 

8. Favorite indulgence and feelings surrounding indulging

Elise finds nothing wrong with indulging yourself, so long as it is either small or infrequent. In fact it’s healthy, to some extent: life is meant to be enjoyed. Obviously some indulgences are better than others, and some things should never be indulged, but broadly speaking it’s not something you should feel guilty about doing.

Her favorite indulgences are bringing a piece of pecan pie to work to have with her dinner, or a dark chocolate bar from a vending machine. Only once or twice a month.

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In theory, Julie considers it acceptable. In practice, she doesn’t do it much. Maybe an expensive coffee before school on occasion, in the winter.

9. Makeup?

Elise put in a lot of effort into it when she was younger, but she puts on very little now. Usually she only wears it if she’s had a long day, because no one wants to walk into the ER and see a nurse who looks like she’s about to fall over (maybe it’s sexist, but Elise isn’t in the emergency room to fight sexism, she’s there to keep people alive and as comfortable as possible), but unless she’s going somewhere fancy she doesn’t bother with anything more than foundation. She knows a lot about it, though, so if you need any tips, she’ll be happy to help you out.

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Unless she’s running too late to bother, Julie will wear some very lightly -- foundation, a bit of blush, maybe a little lipstick or lip gloss if she’s feeling fancy. On formal occasions, she’ll break out the mascara, eyeliner, and eye shadow. 

10. Neuroses? Do they recognize them as such?

I don’t think Elise has any. She would have a hard time recognizing if she did, unless they got really serious.

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Since her dad’s death, Julie’s been somewhat depressed (probably not clinical, but i’m no expert), and struggling to move forward. She’s got some lingering anxiety and stress from her time in high school, with her dad being sick and pushing to finish early. She recognizes the depression, but not so much the anxiety and stress, since those have been around since adolescence and she’s gotten used to them.

Thanks for asking!

[yukidragon]

I love your writings! They’re so fun and cool! Have you ever done a yandere Cove from OLBA?

Thank you so much! That really makes me happy.

Funny enough, before I got into Something's Wrong with Sunny Day Jack, I actually dabbled a bit with the idea of making an AU with a yandere Cove. I actually referenced my initial thought for it in a post well before I started writing headcanon rambles.

In a sense, it would've been similar to the feelings system of the game. If you're indifferent, friendly, or in love with Cove, he feels the same way towards you. So it only made sense to me that if Cove was a yandere for Jamie, then Jamie should be a yandere for Cove too.

I actually started building on the concept of balancing wholesome love between two people who are different kinds of yandere who are also messed up and broken... when I came across Jack.

Honestly, Jack reminded me of Cove in many ways, particularly how soft and supportive he could be. Yet at the same time Jack was very much a yandere. Soooo... I kind of wound up using the bulk of my ideas for yandere Cove in the lore of Sunshine in Hell, hahaha.

It's not a one-to-one transfer of course. Jack isn't Cove and vice-versa. Mostly it's just the general vibes of love, obsession, and some dark points that fit in a yandere story that suited Jack and Alice better than Cove and Jamie for me. I was already committed to writing a novelization for the game (which I'm taking a bit of a break from due to my hyperfixation on SDJ) and admittedly the dark fantasy mermaid AU made me feel kind of bad because how harsh I was to Cove and Jamie, hahaha. Poor innocent cinnamon rolls were having a hard time in that AU.

Our Life is such a sweet and wholesome game. It's precious to me, and Cove and Jamie are such comfort characters for me. Jack and Alice are too, but in a different way. On the one hand I can have a sweet and wholesome story where issues are not that big... and then I can have a story of two broken people learning how to love in a healthy way. I was able to commit to the two different mindsets better when it's two different sets of characters and settings, which led me to an insane amount of headcanons for SDJ and lots of stuff written for the fan novelization.

Still... I do have my notes from back then, and there are things I came up with that won't exactly fit the story of SDJ. Since you did ask, and I'm probably not going to write the short fic of yandere Cove and Jamie, then how about I share them here?

Mostly like the regular Our Life universe, but different in small but important details.

First and most importantly - Cove and Jamie are yandere for one another. (Obviously, given it’s a yandere Our Life AU, but unlike other takes of a yandere AU it’s not just Cove who gets the yandere-ification treatment.)

Poppy hill is full of red glow poppies instead of white linen poppies to subtly symbolize the difference between both settings’ tones.

Naturally, this is Cove and Jamie’s favorite flower rather than the white linen variety.

Jamie fell in love instantly at first sight with Cove and knew she was going to marry him. She didn’t realize just how deeply and sincerely she felt about that at the time, but it became more obvious as they spent time together.

While marriage wasn’t on Cove’s mind, he was struck with how special and important Jamie was the first time he saw her. She was the only thing in Sunset Bird worth sticking around for. It was only as he grew older that he realized how strong his feelings were for her, but at 8 he was pretty insistent on spending time with her.

Likewise, Jamie was clingy with Cove, to the point that if he was leaving Sunset Bird, she wanted to go with him no matter the consequences.

Jamie knew it’d make her parents upset to go downtown on their own, and she loves her family deeply and doesn’t want to hurt them, but the idea of Cove leaving her made her feel fear like she had never experienced before.

Fortunately, Cove had no intention of leaving her behind. Unlike in the normal universe, he sought out Jamie to ask her to come with him. She, of course, agreed immediately without even knowing where they were going or why. Cove had packed enough for the two of them ahead of time.

Cove still wanted to go home, but he was confused how panicked he was about the idea of leaving Jamie behind, even if he promised himself he could come back and visit her. Rather than feel conflicted about who to choose, the easiest solution was to bring her along with him.

The two still only made it as far as the sign out of Sunset Bird. Cove revealed he wasn’t going back and revealed why he was leaving. Jamie (understandably) thought he wanted to leave her forever and broke down crying, clinging to him and begging him not to go.

Cove felt super guilty for hurting Jamie. The conversation between them here is mostly similar to how it happened in the regular universe, with Jamie insisting there’s no one who could forget Cove and him getting the dokis from it.

Cove decided to go back thinking that she was crying more because he wanted her to leave her home (which he knew from experience hurt like hell). Jamie just wanted to stay together more than anything else. If she was able to articulate that better and wasn’t so panicked and crying, they might have kept going with the run away plan. Fortunately, the two went back home with important lessons learned.

Cove learned to be more conscious about how Jamie feels. (+1 empathetic)

Jamie learned she needed to work harder to make Cove happy so he won’t leave her. (+1 possessive)

The sliding scale of personality in a game-type format would probably be empathetic vs possessive instead of warm vs cold. It’d affect both Cove and Jamie separately and influence their yandere natures.

The yandere tendencies influence platonic love as well. With Cove and how angry he is with his parents for the divorce, it makes him (funny enough) act more tsundere, bristling at them but wanting them to work harder to show him love.

Jamie is fiercely protective of her family and friends. Her relationship with Shiloh is more strained than in canon, as she’s felt like Shiloh has been monopolizing time with her big sister. She feels bad about it though since Shiloh’s nice, and it’s not like he’s purposefully hogging Lizzie’s attention, right?

Needless to say, Jamie is not happy when the truth comes out during Serendipity.

That's about it for the notes I made back then. I didn't get past Step 1 because I was building up ideas about how Cove and Jamie got their hearts twisted from wholesome to yandere as they grew up. What sort of traumatic events would happen and what would make their love become disturbing? How would these effect future events? I even made notes like game flags for how their yandere "type" might develop if this was a mod, haha.

The ideas for future steps were a bit more unsorted in my mind. I did figure that sneaking into each other's rooms after dark would start happening in Step 1. There would be a lot more sleepovers... whether the parents were aware of it or not.

Baxter probably wouldn't wind up being friends with these two. The second he flirts with both of them is the second both Cove and Jamie see him as a threat. Fortunately, he knows when to back off so I'm sure nothing bad would actually happen to him.

Jeremy and Shiloh might be in trouble for how they behave when Jamie is a bit more unhinged in the way she protects her family. GB-Patch did mention someplace (I forget where) that a yandere Cove wouldn't actually be able to hurt anyone, so that means Jamie would be the more dangerous one of the pair.

Huh. I just had a thought that Cove might actually notice Derek's crush on Jamie in this AU. He's oblivious in the canon, but if he's on edge for any potential threats that might steal Jamie away...

I'm sure it'll be fine though. Cove can just have a nice peaceful talk with Derek and sort things out. I'm sure they'll still be friends after that. Derek might think he's more of a weirdo, but it should be fiiiine. It shouldn't hurt their friendship, right?

Basically turn up the clinginess of Cove and Jamie even higher than it was already and have them be more protective of their families and friends, and you have my basic starting point for this pair as yanderes. Honestly I didn't think much of the blood and horror side. I'm too much of a marshmallow for that, as you might be able to tell with a lot of my headcanons for Alice and Jack, hahaha.

Despite Cove and Jamie being messed up yanderes, there would be a wholesome bend to it, as they would be very much in love with each other and fond of each other's obsessive quirks. An example would be appreciating each other's scents in a way that's reminiscent of a certain audio drama that came out for Jack recently...

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[eerythingisshaka]

The Coffee Prince XII

(T’Challa x Reader)

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You look at a bowl of stew that in every way should be delectable and nutritious.  Just the right balance of vegetable and meat so that it isn’t heavy on your stomach.  Protein for energy, ruffage for vitamins and regularity, with a salty, rich broth to wash it on down.  A thick slice of bread sits on a plate to the side.

T’Challa takes a spoon and dips it into the bowls contents, collecting a bit of everything for a handsome bite.  “This I swear is my best batch yet.”

He clinks the back of the spoon against the ceramic.  “Ok, yesterday we got one bite.  Today we will at least get two.”  He says brightly looking at you as he aims the utensil towards your mouth.

You turn to look at the floor as your stomach lurches.  “I don’t want it.”

T’Challa’s mouth flies open, taking the spoon back with a flinch.  “Bast!  Is that that lovely voice I have missed for over 24 hours now?”

His happiness over you speaking does not catch on with you.  You sigh with exhaustion.  “Please, don’t talk to me like that.  Like I’m a four year old.”

T’Challa sets the spoon back in the bowl, look satisfied with himself.  “I know, I’m just glad that you said something, even at my annoyance.”

T’Challa wouldn’t be able to handle half the feelings you have concerning him everyday since waking up.  You feel agitated, weak, tired and most of those symptoms would be cleared up with a meal.  But the food was not going to get past the rock in your throat you constantly held whenever your mind thought about Bean.  And you never stopped.

“I don’t want to eat anything.”  You say in a low voice.

He sighs deeply.  “Fine.  That’s you choice for now.  But you need something, so I’ll get you a nutrient patch.”

Getting up from his stool, T’Challa walks around the kitchen island to open a heavy ornate cabinet door to pull out a small box.  Clicking open the lid, a small card-like piece pops up like a jack in the box, which he retrieves.  He comes over to you.

“I’m going to need to pull you shirt up, ok?”  T’Challa says quietly.  You say nothing do nothing as he lifts the bottom of your blouse.  The sound of adhesive peeling fills the silence as you feel his fingers creating stability on your back to place it.

“T’Challa, how long have I been here for?”  You ask in a daze.

T’Challa rubs the patch onto you.  “You do not have to think about that right now.”

“But I’m asking.”  You say, rubbing your throat.  It feels rough and dry, making you wince.

T’Challa pulls your shirt down, noticing this action.  “Do you need water?”  T’Challa asks, retrieving a glass before you can even answer.

His selective kindness is immediately irritating.  “I told you what I want.”  You say gravely as T’Challa shuts off the faucet turning to you.  His sunny disposition becoming cloudy.

“I heard you.  But...with all that has happened, I want to make sure you are well enough before going into it any specific details.”

You close your eyes in thought.  If you had the strength you would do you best to snatch him across the table, no matter if it was a losing fight on your side.  You can’t stand this side of him.  “I just lost my baby after being punched in the stomach before I thought you were dying in front of my eyes....I think I can handle a little chronology added to that mix!”  You hissed,  pushing the bowl across the counter as the broth spills.  You could care less how he felt about you, he’s kept you in the dark far too long.

T’Challa’s face drops with disappointment.  Instead of entertaining your outburst, he brings the glass next to you.  “You are tired.  I know you didn’t rest last night, I heard you talking in your sleep and you were sweating.”

You grunt, holding your face in your hands.  “All I do is rest.  I’ve been resting for an UNKNOWN amount of time so I’m probably resting too much.  Don’t you think?  Mr. Know Everything, Says Nothing?”

T’Challa cocks his head to one side, studying your face blankly.  “Would you like to go for a walk instead?”  T’Challa asks calmly.

You turn your body to get up from the chair, T’Challa coming around hastily to hold your hand.  You want to swipe it away, tell him to back off.  You’re not made of glass, you won’t break.  You only lost a pregnancy, it happens everyday.  You’re still alive, but he keeps treating you like you’re a feather on a windy day, frantically grasping at you.

Instead you say, “Sure.  A walk sounds great.  A change of scenery can keep my mind off other things.”  You come to a standing and feel something release, holding your stomach as an odd sensation trickles beneath you, a stark reminder of what you’re still going through.  “Let me just go freshen up first.”

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When you make it outdoors, you and T’Challa walk side by side separately.  The sun is high but the heat isn’t offensive.  You both walk across a clearing of high grass, tickling the exposed skin in your sandals.  Every time a part of your body grazed his, you bristle, not wanting to insinuate that it was purposeful.  You could see the hurt in his eyes from not taking his arm when he asked, but you were tired of feeling a rehabilitated bird.  He has become so coddling, which you guess is not far from how he’s always been.  But it isn’t nice now, nor does it feel secure.

“Thank Bast for such a wonderful day out.  The sky is clear and the sun shines on us generously.”  T’Challa opines.  You squint at the sky, feeling the strain from being indoors so long.  

“Mm,”  is about all you can muster..

T’Challa looks at you as you look on.  “How are you currently?”

“Hm!  You wanna know, huh?”  The grandeur of your tone drips with sarcasm.

“I’ve only ever wanted to know how you’re doing.”  

You shrug.  “I’ve been better.”  

“Be more specific, uhmle.”  T’Challa insists.

You scoff, tossing your hands up.  “T’Challa, I don’t think there is much else for me to say when nothing I’ve asked has been answered.”  

T’Challa sighs.  “Isn’t mystery the spice of life?”

“And isn’t transparency the key to a healthy relationship?  You think keeping shit from me has worked well enough for you up til now?  See, that’s what I have been trying to say, but you won’t listen!”  You say, flipping the switch on your anger quickly.  .

T’Challa raises his hands in surrender.  “I do, I hear you.  Like anything else, there is a time and place.  Maybe we can ease into this conversation.  I just don’t want you to get upset in your condition.”

“Who is gonna hear us out here, T’Challa?  We have privacy!  And I have no condition, I just don’t have no baby.”  You say flippantly.

“(Y/N)!”  He snaps your name up at your quip.  “Do not downplay your importance to what has been lost.  That was not your fault.”

“Was it not??  As blurry as it may be in my memory, the one thing that keeps playing in my head is if I hadn’t insisted on you going to fight Erik, our child may still be coming.”

T’Challa closes his eyes shaking his head.  “Erik was planning carnage whether things went his way of not!  Until M’Baku helped to subdue him, we would have woken up to a very different Wakanda.”

You are disbelieving.  “I know there’s a greater good, silver lining to all of this but I’m...really in a selfish mode right now, ok?  I don’t wanna know about Wakanda, or Erik right now.  Tell me, moment by moment what happened leading up to me waking up in bed?”

Just then T’Challa’s kimoyo beads trill, breaking the stand off in his favor.  

“You forgot your kimoyo beads at home again?”

You shrink a little at his mention of home.  Wakanda had become more of a place of asylum, just a means of protection and rehabilitation.  Somewhere you go for a necessity and count the days in which the worst is over and you can be free.

“It’s hard to remember.  I’m not a big jewelry wearer.”  You mumble.

T’Challa brings up a hologram of Shuri.  “Good Afternoon, sister.”

“Yes, yes.  I’m not here for you.  (Y/N) won’t answer.  Have you seen her?”

T’Challa turns his body so Shuri can see the both of you.  

You feign a smile.  “I’m here!   Sorry, just forgetful, no danger.”

Shuri sighs in relief.  “Ok,  I will just outfit you with an older model of the kimoyos.  I phased them out a couple years ago, but it’s in a necklace form so maybe you are less tempted to take it off.  Come see me when you get the chance.”

“I’ll be there soon!”  You exclaim.

T’Challa starts.  “And Shuri, have you got a chance to show me your remodels for the heli-”

“Brother, use the brain Bast gave you to figure it out.  You have the time and capacity to do that without me, right?  Or ask Okoye to help you.”

“I’m not putting my time into anything but (Y/N) right now.”  T’Challa whines.

You bristle at this.  “I don’t need supervision and frankly, I’m done talking anyway.”

T’Challa stutters slightly.  “I did not mean that you need watching over!”

Shuri hangs up in the midst of the spat.  T’Challa faces you, clearly exasperated as you lay into him.  

Not letting up, you say, “You’re acting as if I’m a ticking time bomb, but I’m fine!  I have no issues to reconcile except for piecing together a timeline to find out what happened to get us here!”

“And why is that so important to you?  Why can we not move forward and learn how we should do things since what happened?   You want to dig up pain again that hasn’t fully healed, what good does that do?”

“SO I CAN KNOW WHAT WENT WRONG!!  I thought I was doing everything right!  I thought that you could handle yourself and protect me and Bean and then things went south so fast and all I remember is waking up and the flutter is gone!  And I keep pinching and prodding and wishing…”  You rub your stomach like a magic lamp.  “...praying that it’s all a dream and that he’s still here inside of me.”

“He?”  T’Challa questions.  

You close your eyes and walk past him slowly, cancelling out the natural noise around you.  “So beautiful.  Your eyes.  A complexion so beautiful and deep, like their skin drinks sunshine.  Hair still loose, not yet curling.  Chubby, fussy, but happy…”

When you open your eyes you stop in your tracks.  The way the wind blew against your skin, the temperature of the air.  The sun had risen in just the right spot in the sky, making you squint and hide your face before you feel your emotions crash from inside, hurling yourself to your knees.

T’Challa catches your arm, willing you to stand.  “(Y/N)!  Are you in pain?  What is going on?”

You gulp between sobs and somehow manage words in the midst.  “This…..dream...here...”  

“I’ll take you to the hospital ward.  You are not making sense.”  T’Challa says.

“I won’t go!  You don’t care, you don’t understand!”  You tear at the sweet grass around you before rising up, swallowing your breakdown like a horse pill.  He doesn’t understand, he won’t.  Not now.  “I’m going to Shuri now.  Do not follow me, I am serious as hell about that T’Challa.  Don’t!”  You point at him.  You can't dwell on the hurt on his face as he stood completely gutted of power by you.  But you weren’t on the same page with T’Challa anymore.  He is treating you like a child at every turn like he is trying to keep you from knowing Santa isn’t real and you were sick of it.  You need a break, and surely Shuri would be the best option.

As you approach her lab, Shuri meets you at the entrance with a concerned look.  “Hey how are you?  Did something happen?”

You sigh.  “Kind of.”

Shuri walks you in.  “Well first let’s get some business taken care of.  Here is your personal kimoyo device to stay in communication with us.  Don’t want to lose you, Wakanda can be a bit of a sensory overload at times.”  Shuri walks you up to a table with a silver looking necklace with a simple looking flat teardrop pendant decorated with Wakandan markings in a raised middle section in its center.

You admire it as Shuri hands it to you to put on.  “This is so beautiful!  How is this not in circulation anymore?”  

Shuri shrugs.  “A little too expensive to reproduce in mass, somewhat impractical, especially for more active members of society. My mother loved it so much, I had to unplug the thing to her to finally give it up.”

“I can understand it.  Thanks, I won’t take it off, no doubt.”  You was, caressing the heavy cold metal on your chest.  

A moment of silence passed between you.  Looking around the magic that is her lab, places you in a state of awe.

“Shuri, I don’t know if I told you but your lab has to be the coolest thing I have seen in this country since I’ve been here.”

Shuri twists he lean body with elated humility.  “Aw, why thank you (Y/N).  The renovations are all mine.  I want to work efficiently but not without style, you know?  The vibranium mines are highlighted in the walls instead of hidden and fleshed out.  Kind of like an ode to what stabilizes us.  What we have been blessed with to be able to succeed.”

You look out of a window that shows the train of vibranium passing newly mined material from one end to another.  Advancements you never seen in America is right here under your feet in the motherland.

“What could’ve been…I’ve fallen so much in love with the people here, the culture.  I know I haven’t been available to really enjoy it but-”

You hear Shuri’s tongue clicking as she comes up beside you.  “Don't beat yourself up about that.  You came here on an unfortunate circumstance but you are welcome to stay for as long as you care to.  You have been a light in my brother’s life and if I can say you are cool, that is a compliment worth something around here.  T’Challa hasn’t even earned that yet.”

You make a small smile.  “He’s cool to me.”

Shuri smirks at you before saying, “So, do you mind me asking why your little eyes are so red and puffy?  Unless you have very active allergies that flare in the moments between my call and now, which we do have remedies for that are literally 100% effective.”

“For real?  I mean, I do have allergies but, I won’t lie that’s not why I’m red eyed.”  You sigh heavily as the words get stuck in your throat.

Shuri puts a hand on your arm.  “You can talk to me.  I won’t hinder you with any biases or opinions.  You’ve been through a lot already, the worst is over.  Now’s the time for healing, right?”

Her words are soft in nature but break you instantly.  You crumble like a toddler skinning their knee on the pavement as Shuri, a girl about half your age takes you in her arms like a mother who knows.  You sob against her as you try and deliver your feelings as clearly as you can while she affirms you gently.  Her kindness is overwhelming and insight unmatched as you finally feel your sadness and concern and anger and frustration spill out in waves.

“Ok...ok...shhh.”  Shuri gives you gentle pats on your back.  “Let’s sit down here for a second, eh?”

She takes you to a more private nook in her lab for you to sit, handing you a handkerchief.

“I don’t know where that came from, I’m sorry.”  You sniffle.

Shuri looks you over with pity.  “I have a feeling.  You know the weeks you have had here?  It’s crazy for anyone to go through.”

You sober up a bit to take in what she is saying.  “Weeks, you say?”

Shuri looks down at her lap.  “You suffered a lot.  Some of what we had to do was put you into an induced coma of sorts.  The miscarriage was well before that though, which is why we put you under.  To dull the breakdown as much as possible.”

You sputter.  “Bu-but what about my-my life?   I can’t be just anywhere for weeks without no one knowing!  My job, I’m fired!”

Shuri raises her hands.  “We took care of that.  You will have employment when you return.  We made sure your apartment is secure as well.”

You squeeze and knead your temples.  “This is completely nuts.  I’ve lost...how many weeks exactly?”

“About 2 ½.  Did T’Challa not-”

You hold a hand up.  “Don’t get me started on that.  He is so damn...secretive.  About everything!  He keeps telling me no like it’s for my benefit but-”

“Oh my dear, how are you?”   Queen Mother Ramonda says coming around to join you both out of nowhere.  

“Hello mother!  It is so good to have you here!”  Shuri says jovially.

“I came as soon as I heard.”  She says, having a royal flourish of a seat and placing a hand in yours.

You feel even better with Queen Mother’s energy beside you.  “Did T’Challa speak with you about me being here?”  You ask.

“No!  Shuri did. Just a couple minutes ago.”  She says with a smile.

You look at Shuri and feel slightly embarrassed.  Shuri shrugs at you.  “I apologize, but soon as you collapsed into my arms weeping, I knew I was out of my element and needed back up.”

“My daughter is beyond her years in intelligence, but she knows when to call for mother still.”  Queen Mother says with a prideful smile.  “Tell me, are you well?”

You look down at your lap, biting back your lip as you refuse to speak.  The strain in your throat threatened your speech pattern anyhow and you were tired of talking like a drowning muppet.

Queen Mother’s hand clutches your chin, raising your face gently.  She looks into your eyes with a concerned expression, searching your face for clues that you don’t speak of as you admire her ageless complexion.

“You are broken, my child, I know.  This all happened too fast, but you are in love with my son and I feel that.  From him and you.  But you are not conveying the whole truth.”

You move your face from her hand with a tight jaw.  It’s painful for you to be seen so transparently.

She nods.  “Ah, and he is not either still, I assume?  You are either very good at body language, or very bad at a poker face.”

Shuri snorts but straightens up as her mother’s gaze makes her.  

“I don’t want to keep going over the same things in my head.  But I can’t get past it.”  You sigh.

“Well it over an accumulation of days ago!  For you it was like yesterday, of course you can not move past it!”  Queen Mother exclaims.

You slap your leg.  “Thank you!  It’s just hard to think I’m right when T’Challa keeps asking me have I eaten or if I want to do stuff, but soon as I ask about what has happened, anything related to that, he goes shuts down on me.  I don’t know why he won’t talk to me about it.”

She nods.  “And you should not have to beg him for that information.”  She pauses.  “I would not take his checking in on you in offense, he does want the best for you overall.  And he knows your pain.  It was his first too.”

Your heart skips at this notion.  You and T’Challa seems to be on two entirely different planets now, it seemed more foreign to remember you both shared an experience, but your coping mechanisms refuse to blend.  “I know, and I appreciate it.”

“However, he will need to be more open or you will never have this loose end fastened in your memory.  You will resent him.  He may not be ready to look back but he needs to know that you are serious.  I would recommend you not retreating.  If there is anything additional you want insight on, we could help you to know it.”

“No, that’s ok.  I’ll see how far I can get with him.  Thanks you guys, I think I’ll go.”  You stand a little too quickly and feel a sharp squeeze in your abdomen.

“Be careful!  You still have a lot of healing to do.”  

You nod.  “Most definitely…Queen Mother?  I want to tell you something I haven’t told T’Challa.”

Her eyes widen but appears eager.  “Go on.”

“I saw Bean...um I mean the baby.”

“How?!”  Shuri exclaims.  “It would not have developed discernible features for another two weeks.”

“It wasn’t in real life!  But in some sort of vision.  It had to have been when I was knocked out, but...he was so beautiful.  And healthy.  And ours.”  You smile weakly in the place of peace you enjoyed then, Queen Mother bowing her head and clasping her hands.  “But I can’t tell him that.”

“Why not?  It is your truth, and if it causes you pain, he would surely know of it too.  You must share it with him as you have us.”

You shake your head.  “He won’t get it.  Maybe call Shuri for doctors to evaluate my brain even.  He hasn’t even mentioned Bean since all of this.  How could he avoid it?”

“That is how he operates.  For example he does not speak of half the shames I have put him through with test driving the new technology I work up.  Thank Bast for healing or he would be a puddle of jelly by now.  He would never tell you that though.  He keeps a strong face.”  Shuri grabs your shoulder.  “But he has a good heart.  You stole his so easily, I know you can work your magic to freeze him again.”

You give them both a hug and thank them before getting ready to leave.

Shuri stops you for one more thing.  “Before you go, I know you will need some more of these, just let me know if you ever want to try our brand.  It will last ages longer than those, but they take some getting use to,” handing you a box of sanitary napkins.  

“Thanks.”  You tap the box anxiously, not moving from your spot as something inside urges you to speak up. “Before I go, I wondered if you all could answer one question for me.  Maybe two…”

--

Back at your spot with T’Challa, you walk in and see him sitting on the couch, staring towards the outside scenery of the open balcony.  

You make your way to lean over the back of the couch.  “Hey.”

He looks back nonchalantly.  “Good to see you are back.”

“You didn’t call me at all while I was gone.  I’m surprised.”  You say walking around to sit on the couch, a couple cushions away.

He shrugs.  “I know you are in good hands.  I also do not want to treat you like a child, uhmle.”

“You don’t.  I know you’re just being protective and caring.”

“I am learning to build my trust in you as well.  We have some growing to do there, and I accept my responsibility in that front,:

“Hm.”

“What do you mean by that, ‘hm’”  He asks.

“I think it’s good to have that trust between us.  I’m so happy that you’re finding growth within yourself to find it in me but...my process isn’t the same as yours.”

“That’s fine!”

“Is it?  So far we haven’t been on the same wave and it doesn’t seem ok.  I’m short with you, you’re impatient with me.  Communication breaks down all around and then…”

T’Challa reaches towards you.  “That is just what a relationship is about.  We learn about each other’s language and what works.  It’s not always easy.”

“It’s not always easy but I could’ve made it easier by not jumping in to stop things I couldn’t.  And you could have if you had let me know the full story of who you are!”  

Your voice echoes off the walls causing a lull in the conversation.  T’Challa starts again in a low calm tone.

“I accept my part in this.  And I’m even open to speak about what happened, fully.  But I won’t let you blame yourself.”

“Oh?  Well don’t worry I’m doing plenty for the both of us.”

“Why are you being this way?  You didn’t ask for Erik to find you, or for your friend to turn on you.  None of this was in your control!”

“But I didn’t have to enter his room when no one was around!  I didn’t have to  sympathize for Tavia when my chance to take her out was there.  I didn’t have to recommend you fight Erik or interfere with the fight and lose my son’s life!”

T’Challa looks to you confused.  “You knew what Bean was?”

You laugh uncontrollable.  “Wow!  You remembered him!  This is the first time I’ve heard you mention him since I lost the flutter in my stomach T’Challa, I hope you know.”

He starts to retreat, but turns to you again.  “Do not do that.”

“Do what!  State the obvious?  You’ve completely forgotten him, all you talk about is me.  But when I’m sitting in my own skin all I can think about is what could’ve been with you and with him.”

“How could I forget either of you in a matter of days!  I watched you in a comatose state as we tried to save you and Bean before it was certain it was too late.  You weren’t with me physically, but I held your hand, nursed you as best I could until I was dragged away to heal my own wounds and get some rest.  As much as I loved Bean, I could not bear to lose you in the process.  So no, there is not a second Bean leaves my memory because they...HE...is so attached to YOU.  I didn’t want to lose you but all of this has made me lose some of you already.  I can’t imagine heaven with the two of you because I was in hell.”

You stand there in shock, your aggressiveness breaking under his candidness.  “T’Challa...our walk today made me remember him.  I saw him when I was out, in the coma.  When I was out, we lived a whole life with our baby, it was so sweet and free….it is too jarring to wake up from that to be in pain with nothing to show for it but the constant bloody reminder of what was.  I don’t know how I’ll recover T’Challa, I truly don’t.”

He hugs you tightly.  You allow yourself to enjoy his embrace, let him protect you from yourself.  “I don’t mean to hurt you by not talking about our Bean.  I know how much you were connected to him for the short time he was growing in you.  I was excited ever since the announcement was made.”

“Yeah?”  You sniffle.

“Of course, are you kidding?  Uhmle, I am in love with you, and that will not change.  Any part of you is precious to me.  And the fact that we made a life, unplanned as it may have been, it was ours.  And I’ll speak for myself when I say I am devoted.  I have a strong feeling though that you feel the same.”

“I...I do.  I feel myself loving you with every kindness you show me.  When we met, I thought it was infatuation because I hadn’t had luck with dating and felt a bit insecure about my appearance and who I am.  But I learned more about what makes me a...good person.”

“You can say it.”

“What?”

“...bad bitch.”

“Uh!”  You smack his arm in protest, laughing for the first time in a while.

T’Challa holds you close to him.  “Can you call my name?”

“What are you talking about?”

“You haven’t called me by my name in I don’t know how long.  It’s quirky but it’s yours for me.  I’d feel better to hear it.”

You furrow your brow with confusion.  “I’m not sure what you mean, but maybe we can figure it out with some music for us to...ChaCha to.”

You both laugh as he snaps his fingers to play The Internet’s ‘Shadow Dance’.

“Ohhh, my song!”  You say as Syd’s vocals circle around you two.  T’Challa takes his hand in yours, while his other finds your waist to begin a sway.  You rest against his shoulder, feeling his heartbeat in your ear, steady and strong.  Your mind is eased into the moments of sweet bliss you both shared: first date, first kiss, first...and through it all he still knows what makes you swoon.  He’s so perfect to you, and you are perfect to him.

“I remember Tavia being into this song as well.”

You and T’Challa continue to sway, he kisses your forehead gently.

“She wasn’t as big a fan of them as me, but this song got to her.”

T’Challa gently drops his hands from your body and takes a step back.  You cross your arms in front of yourself feeling anxious but brave.

“What are you saying?”  T’Challa says with a suspicious squint.  

You shrug, snapping your fingers to shut the music off.  

He shakes a finger at you.  “It is never nothing, you are going around it.  Tell me straight out.”

You pace around, in a lioness kind of way, inspecting your prey.  “For how long I have been here and for what has happened I feel like you know what I am asking for.”

“You don’t get what you don’t ask for.”  T’Challa seethes.

“However you know exactly-”

“DON’T TELL ME WHAT I KNOW!”  T’Challa yells.  You practically jump out of your skin, backing away from his offending volume.  His body didn’t strain or shake to let out his anger in his tone but just as quickly as it expelled, he reeled it back in.

“I am...I apologize for my outburst.”

You scoff.  “You think that scared me?  Try a gun in my mouth next time, that might get you somewhere.”

“(Y/N), it is not like I want to hurt you!  But you will not be around those people while I have you under my care.”

“Oh?  Your care?”

“Don’t go there again!”  T’Challa demands.

“I have!  This whole damn time I have!  I told you over and over again to stop treating me like damaged goods, treat me like you love me!  And I told you what I need but you won’t listen!”

“I have….and I’m telling you no.”

You blink a couple times incredulously.  “No?  Like just....no?  My friend is alive and here and I want to see her and how she is, but you’re saying no?”

“She is not your friend!”

“She is the only person I know here!”  You yell out.

T’Challa’s mouth hangs open.  “Don’t you...know me?”

Your mind goes a thousand miles a minute thinking of all the ways you could read him down, give him his rights, and set him on fire for a Viking funeral.  How dare he, how could he be so oblivious.

“You never let me.  I will see her, whether you like it or not.  I’m going to bed, I don’t want to discuss this no more.”  

As you walk away across the living room and to the corridor leading to the master bedroom, T’Challa calls out.

“You will not see her.  I’ve already put in word to anyone who knows that they be uncooperative with information regarding her whereabouts or you visiting.  She is a prisoner of Wakanda, a terrorist.  She is the reason we do not have Bean.  I will not move on this, understand?”

You don’t turn around.  His voice reverberates along the walls of the corridor you stand still in, amplifying his role of playing God over your decisions here in Wakanda.  You had enough: enough of him and enough of this place.

As you lay in bed you feel his weight on the other side of it and roll your eyes instinctively.  Of course the King can’t sleep on the couch in his humble abode.  He doesn’t dare reach out to touch you however.  The chilly shoulder you give him for the remainder of the evening is clue enough that he ought not try it.  He probably thinks this will all blow over in the morning, and if he does?  You’d be on the first heliplane back to America quicker than he can put on his catsuit.

T’Challa snores gently into the night and you can’t sleep.  The bed is overly comfortable but your body won’t let you enjoy it’s luxury, so you fling the covers off to get up, putting on your shoes.

“Where are you going?”  T’Challa asks in  a groggy voice.

You finish up with your shoes, putting on a robe.  “I am out of feminine napkins thingies, so I’m going to get some from one of Shuri’s assistants.”

He begins to sit up, scratching his bare chest.  “I could get them for you, save your steps.”

“It’s ok, they are already expecting me and I’m wide awake.  You need to rest yourself, go back to sleep.”

T’Challa rolls over and does just that.  First time you all agreed on something this entire time.

You walk over to Shuri’s lab and see Shuri and Okoye and Ayo standing in the middle of the floor, all turning at once when you step in.

“Does he know?”  Shuri asks.

You shake your head.  “Sleep like a baby and known the wiser.”

Okoye nods.  “Good.  Just remember, this is no more than a ten minute outing.  You will be timed and escorted out at once.  Clear?”

You nod your head.  “As a deer in headlights.”

Okoye gives some instruction to Ayo in Xhosa as Shuri wishes you luck with a hug.  The three of you begin a journey down past the ground floor, to the underground.  Deep within the mountain in which you have been staying in is the mines where all the raw vibranium is kept.  

Approaching the main deck, many folks of the Mining Tribe walk past you all, covered in soot and glowing blue flakes on their protective garments.

“They all work in the mines?”  You ask out loud.

“These are maintenance people.  We have automatic machines that mine the vibranium for us, but the machines need upkeep.”  Ayo responds.  “The prisoner would be part of the clean up crew for them: organizing spare parts and recycling broken ones.”

They lead you to a door, swiping an object at a sensor near the knob to open it.  A person sits inside greeting them.  

“Please dismiss the prisoner for us to interrogate.  We won’t be long,”  Okoye commands.  The person in the booth, pushes some buttons and talks into a mic.

“Prisoner Tavia Reed, report to holding quarters.”  

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Dude, I freaking SQUEAKED when I read that breeding line lol! Slowly becoming a dog toy for this ghost clown apparently, but hopefully he’ll chew on me for a while 😂 But yeah, I can see him acting more cocky when he was a teen to put out a persona that he’s a lot stronger than he actually felt (People who are insecure about their own strength or wish that they had someone who would’ve protected them from harm or want to protect others going through similar situations wind up trying to become buff and man is he BUFF), but most of it was fake to survive. When he separates himself from his old life to start fresh, he probably doesn’t want to hide who he actually is anymore, but still stays at least guarded because he fears rejection and getting hurt in multiple areas. I think his time playing the role of Sunny Day Jack was the only time he was the closest to being himself (kind, caring, sweet, charismatic, funny, maybe even a little flirty and calm) but look where that got him. Shot twice in the head by who knows, but it’s enough to solidify that being himself is the worst thing he could possibly do. Honestly, I think the positive traits of Jack ARE Joesph, he just doesn’t see it himself (of course it more amped up and slapped with a child friendly filter, but it’s still there). I can’t wait to see how you deep dive into this more in that Jack and Rory fic! GOD I love psychology lol. Speaking of, it’s understandable why Jack hasn’t been using what he’s learned from that psychologist because it wasn’t targeted towards helping Joesph and his trauma, it was based off the psychology of CHILDREN. Sure, he uses some of what he learned on his sunshine because we all are just giant kids on the inside, but with how vast the field of psychology is, you can’t just mix trauma therapy with child care. It’s like telling a doctor you have a scrap on your knee which they treat, but they don’t realize the main issue is that your leg is broken. It’s not the psychologist’s focus and therefore Joesph didn’t receive the tools or information used to specifically help himself, if that makes sense? I know I probably said it weird, but as someone who went through counseling for years for one thing, but the main issue wasn’t addressed to them so I didn’t receive the tools that would’ve actually HELPED me. That’s only because I wasn’t aware of it and he could’ve been in a similar situation too. Don’t know anything’s wrong if it’s seen as something normal. Do you think Joesph was sub-leaning because it’s what he’s used to or do you think he does enjoy it? I can see a lot of his experiences with sex not entirely being healthy or based off fear (will this blowjob be enough to pay off his rent? Can he order that burger from McDonald’s if he tries harder to please them with his dick? Will they give me love and attention if submit to them completely?) so I’m not entirely what a healthy Joesph would look like sexually. But I didn’t think about how Jack is so heavily a dom because of his experiences as Joesph. It’s such a crazy parallel honestly! Oh! I do want to mention that on the discord, the people who talked about bdsm test before mentioned that those test results are based on both Jack and Jacktor, so there’s some food for thought. Then again, I could be mistaken so don’t take it to heart! Desperate sunshine with desperate Jack leads to some very DESPERATE sexy times with heated kisses and lots of heavy petting I imagine. I think that’s definitely where the primal side truly shines, but that guy must have some earth signs in his birth chart that man’s patience is THROUGH THE ROOF. Me? I’d probably try to rip clothes the moment I’d get the chance or become a babbling mess. But him? Freaking man can STILL form coherent sentences even before he busts a load. He can still lose himself in the moment (his ahegao face and body language is a clear giveaway of what he TRULY wants. Such an expressive guy), but holding himself off long enough to let his sunshine finish first makes me believe that he’s a monk more than a clown!

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lmao I said that exact line to one of my friends once and she was like "how many clients and partners have you said that to?" Turns out online domming can make for some good lines~

Yes, exactly!! You get it!! He's just been doing whatever he can to survive and get any scrap of love and attention he possibly can, he's not a bad person! In terms of the subbing stuff, I definitely think that when he was doing survival sex work, he was often forced into a dominant role. People see a tall, strong, handsome man like him and just assume he's dominant. So people would pay him to dominate them. Which I feel like is why he'd prefer to sub with someone he loves. He wants to be the one who feels small and not in control. He wants to hand over power to someone else and let himself be used. He likes to submit because it makes him feel good to be useful to someone else! He'll dom, sure, but usually it's because his partner wants it and he wants to please. Submitting feels more deeply, authentically him. And it's a side of himself that he's not given the chance to really explore very often. Getting praised or degraded or manhandled or ordered around, they're all things that help him feel less Big And Scary, that let him be vulnerable.

And like... that vulnerability, both by being submissive and by opening up while he plays the role of Jack. Well, that might very well have been what got him killed. So when he becomes Jack, of course he's gonna fall back on domination. It's something he knows he's good at, it's a place where he feels he has control. He wants the power he lacked as Joseph. Even when he was dominant as Joseph, he never had true power, and that's what Jack craves.

Oh Jack has insane patience and self control. Which, given that his whole thing is moderation, kind makes sense. He knows that the payoff is better if you wait and make sure everything is set up perfectly before you act. So he can wait as long as he needs to get his Sunshine completely wrapped around his finger. He can hold himself together while they fall apart for him, and then use that as leverage to make them want him more. And then once he finally has his Sunshine for certain, that's when he can let go and lose his composure.