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yukidragon · 17 days ago

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Sunny Day Jack Valentine's Day Ramble

To offset the heartache from yesterday, I figured I'd do an off the cuff Valentine's day themed headcanon ramble. I have no idea where it's going to go or how spicy it'll be until I finish and come back in to toss in whatever content warnings might apply, but I'm going to try and stick to fluffy stuff today instead of angst if I can.

No promises though. Once I get started, there's no telling the places my mind will go when given a writing prompt.

Content Warnings: A little bit of possessive yandere spice from Jack, but nothing major. There's also mentions of the way Ian and Alice's relationship failed how that affects her in the present, references to past childhood trauma, as well as hints of Joseph's darker past.

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

Before we get started, what say I dress up for the occasion first?

Yes this was an excuse to show off my silly sprite edit for Valentine's Day. Self-love is important too you know. On that note, let's get on to the OTP indulgence!

Love and Cookies

While Alice is associated with and often smells like sugar cookies, her favorite cookies are the classic chocolate chip, and she's perfected her own personal recipe after much trial and error. It took a while to get them to taste juuuuust right. Her special recipe never fails to fill her with the sweet taste of comfort and nostalgia.

Though Alice doesn't realize it, she originally created this recipe long, long ago. A tradition that Alice unknowingly carried over from her life as Mary is to bake chocolate chip cookies as gifts for those she loves. In the present day she's managed to recreate the recipe she perfected in her previous life.

As you might expect, Mary gave plenty of these cookies to Joseph, even if she didn't have the spoons to bake them very often. He always helped her out whenever he could though. This means that Jack is going to find Alice's cookies are a semi-sweet bite of nostalgia.

Naturally, this is going to pop up sometime in Sunshine in Hell when I get going with it again. The only question is who bakes Mary's classic chocolate chip cookies first - Alice or Jack? I can imagine him unthinkingly using her recipe without remembering where he got it from. Whoever makes it first, the other is going to be mighty surprised by the familiar nostalgic taste.

I did consider writing a snippet along this topic for today, but I'm low on spoons, so I'm going to ramble about it instead. Maybe I'll manage a paragraph of writing or two sometime in this post as I go along. We shall see how it goes.

Even after moving out, Alice made sure to bake cookies and ship them to her family for special occasions. Being the oldest child, she would try to bake a big batch of cookies for her family for every noteworthy holiday, even if said holiday already came with its own distinct brand of goodies. Chocolate chip cookies are welcome at any holiday dessert buffet after all. Of course she also baked cookies for birthdays too, though sometimes they weren't chocolate chip if the recipient wasn't a fan of chocolate.

Sure, Alice knows how to bake other goodies, and is a decent cook with more savory dishes, but chocolate chip cookies will always be her favorite. It's a comfort food that never fails to make her happy.

Despite constantly being tired and pressed for cash, Alice does make sure to save up for a big batch of cookies to ship to her family and closest friends for special occasions. She doesn't bake as often after moving out, mostly focusing on birthdays for her immediate family and the bigger holidays. While attending college, she did make cookies for Ian and Shaun as well, including special Valentine's day goodies.

Shaun loved receiving a sweet homemade chocolate chip cookie shaped like a heart straight from his crush. Poor guy knew it was just a platonic show of affection to a friend, as she gave the same cookie to her other close friends at college. Sadly, he couldn't help but feel jealous when he saw that Ian got an array of chocolate chip cookie hearts, all elaborately decorated with homemade buttercream and little words of love. She went all out when she and Ian first became official.

Naturally, Ian doesn't get to taste Alice's cookies or buttercream anymore. He certainly misses it. He's gotten to enjoy them for years, since he was a child. He joined so many of the King holiday celebrations, as if they were his own family, and Alice would bake special cookies just for him, especially when she wasn't able to buy him a present.

Shaun did get to enjoy a bittersweet little vindictive victory when he got a shipment of heart-shaped cookies during the first Valentine's Day after Alice and Ian broke up. This time, he had nothing to envy Ian about.

Valentines Transition

I'm not sure where the first Valentine's Day Jack and Alice spend together will fall in the progression of their relationship. If it's before Alice starts really being aware of her feelings for Jack, she's going to be more focused on the fact that she has no Valentine to spend it with this year.

Of course on Valentine's Day of all days, Ian is going to be especially insufferable with sending Alice voice mails. If he knew where she moved to, he would've shipped her all kinds of gifts to show her just how much he still loves her.

The breakup isn't exactly fresh at the start of Sunshine in Hell, but it's not even been a year since it happened. Even then, previous holidays were a strain, to say the least, with Ian long distance and distracted by his new friends.

That makes me think of what Alice and Ian's last Valentine's Day might've been like. Without a vacation from college classes, chances are there wouldn't be time for one of them to visit the other, even if they could spare money for the flight.

Ian can't handle being alone, especially during holidays. It's not the first Valentine's day they had to spend apart, as this is at least his second year off at the new school. The first year apart, he was a blubbering mess, constantly trying to call and video chat with Alice. He wouldn't hang up the phone until they both fell asleep during a call. It was really sweet actually, even if they missed each other a lot.

The second long-distance Valentine's Day was anything but sweet. The first year at the new school was Ian's adjustment period, still clinging to Alice for support, even if he could only get it over text and calls. He was overwhelmed at first by all the attention he got at the new school. He was a fresh face in a new place, which is something of a novelty that drew others in, and he had fully transitioned into his glow up. Cautiously, he started making friends, not wanting to be alone, so far away from his support network. He quickly got addicted to the surprising popularity he found at the new school.

The first year apart was the start of Ian drifting away from Alice. He originally called at least once a day, texting even more. Then it went to texts daily and calls every couple days. Then a week or two, as things got busy. He made sure to call her during the holidays, when he missed having a partner the most.

During the second year, Ian was outright neglectful, forgetting to respond to texts or voice mails, leaving Alice on read more than once. His Christmas gift to her was a pricy piece of jewelry, not something personalized that she was really wanting like previous years. He used to be so thoughtful about stuff like that. It was something one of his new female friends helped him pick out for her, as he didn't know what to get her that year.

On Valentine's Day, Ian's friends had an event planned for the single people of the group. It wasn't hard to talk him into joining them, even though they all knew he was in a relationship. Alice is not here after all. He's practically single! They don't want him to be alone on Valentine's Day, being reminded of what he's missing out, so he should join them for drinks. Not feeling alone on a day for couples is why they're throwing this celebration after all.

Ian got swept away by the festivities and his friends, as he had been so often lately. He even shared his special Valentine's Day chocolate chip cookies from Alice with his friends. In retrospect, he regrets not saving them all for himself, not knowing they'd be the last he'd ever receive.

While it is tempting that this event is when Ian does cheat, it's just very close to that time. He's crossing lines, having an emotional affair with a certain someone, not realizing that's what he's doing, or that it'll soon become physical.

On Valentine's Day that year, Alice got drunken texts with sloppy typing. Ian did wish her a happy Valentine's Day, and said he missed her and wished she was there with him at the party, but his focus was mostly on the fun he was having and the warm fuzzy feelings the booze brought him. Though he knows she probably wouldn't have wanted to go anyway with all the drinking since she doesn't like alcohol, especially getting sloshed like this, so maybe it's better this way.

There was a call Ian made that was cut short. It was hard to hear him over the party music and all the talking. Alice tried so hard not to feel jealous when she heard a certain lady on the other end of the line, the same busty and sexy lady who kept appearing with Ian on his socials lately.

Surely the comment that lady made wasn't meant to be insinuating anything. Surely that wasn't intended to be innuendo. Alice trusted Ian. She trusted his judgment in friends. He was sensitive about who he let close to him after all. He wouldn't spend time with someone blatantly flirting with him or intentionally being sexually suggestive about him. They were friends, just friends. Ian wouldn't cheat. Whenever Alice dared to voice even the smallest of concerns, Ian always assured her she had nothing to worry about and worried so much about her doubting him. It made him feel awful she could even think such a thing. He would never be like his womanizing, absent, cheating, deadbeat dad.

Alice kicked herself later for not pressing harder about that woman. She should have asked more questions, called that lady out... but soon she realized it wouldn't have mattered anyway. She and Ian just weren't good for each other.

The second Valentine's Day being long distance was hard on Alice, but the first one after the breakup was harder. Alice felt so empty, so lonely.

Alice and Ian's relationship was unhealthy, and it was crumbling for quite a while. She knows breaking up for the best... but it left her feeling so painfully unlovable.

Sweeping Away the Crumbs

Alice can't sit still on a day meant for love with these thoughts eating away at her. She might have been slacking off a bit on baking cookies for her loved ones lately, but it's a good distraction. By focusing on appreciating what she still has, she won't have room to think about everything she lost.

Of course, Jack is an expert at redirecting Alice's attention to him instead of all the sad things bothering her. She assumed her first Valentine's Day alone after Ian would be lonelier than the previous year, but she isn't alone. Sure, no one else can see Jack, but he has this way of making everyone else disappear when she's with him.

This is especially true if Alice is starting to become aware of her feelings towards Jack. If this holiday hit before she realizes she's fallen for him, she would just be happy to have his company. Being treated sweetly by a good friend and roommate makes her feel so warm and fuzzy.

Naturally Jack would see Valentine's Day as an opportunity for him to get closer to his sunshine. The holiday certainly has changed in 40 years, but that's not a bad thing. There's all sorts of options for decorations, candy, and other ways to show love now. Back in the 80's, it was a lot more lowkey, though the cards were a lot cuter back then, in his opinion.

All the buildup to Valentine's Day allowed Jack time to come up with a plan. Sadly, he can't purchase anything in the state he's in, but he can absolutely spoil his sunshine. Pancakes in the shape of hearts is a must. Maybe even breakfast in bed! If Alice has a day off, he could let her sleep in and wake up to sweet blueberry pancakes and syrup while they enjoy cuddle time in bed.

Of course, with Valentine's Day being a pretty commercial holiday, Barry isn't going to give any of his staff the day off if he can help it. Oh, sure, I'd imagine Carol would manage to weasel her way out of working that day, maybe calling in sick when in reality she's spending the night off on some romantic escapade, but Alice is not so lucky.

Alice would be expecting this of course. It makes her miss her job at the library all the more. Even if she couldn't get a holiday off, she could at least spend the day someplace peaceful and quiet. Sadly, it just wasn't feasible to keep that job after she moved. Yogurtopia might be the pits, but at least it's in easy walking distance of her apartment to save her on gas money.

Ian doesn't know where her new job is either.

Expecting this, Alice starts baking her cookies a day or two before Valentine's Day. Instead of Jack catching Alice completely off guard with his big Valentine's Day plans, she surprises him first when he sees her choosing to cook after work instead of unwinding on the couch like usual. It's exhausting to jump straight from a food service job to baking more food, but it keeps her mind off of what she's missing. Also, she has to rush to finish them if she wants to get the cookies shipped by tomorrow.

Naturally, Jack offers to help Alice with her cooking, but she insists on doing it herself. It won't be the same if someone else bakes them for her after all. Just like Jack says his pancakes are made with love, Alice pours her feelings into these cookies. They're special. If Jack got involved, he'd take over the cooking completely like he usually does to lessen her work load. She appreciates his thoughtfulness, but this time it would defeat the point of creating a gift from her heart.

So Jack helps by cleaning the dirty dishes as Alice goes along and encouraging her to take breaks, getting her drinks, and keeping her company. Listening to him chatter is always soothing to her. It also helps keep her mind off of darker thoughts... including all the voice mails she's been too afraid to check lately.

With Jack's help, Alice can actually save enough energy to make her special buttercream frosting for the cookies and decorate them. When she gets to decorating, she can't help but notice the disappointing and longing look from Jack, and she does eventually give in and let him decorate some of them too. There's something about decorating sweets that is more fun together.

Besides, Alice would make sure there would be plenty of extra cookies leftover for the two of them to enjoy.

Times Change but the Feelings Remain

Of course, since Jack comes from the 80's before so many E.coli scares and such, sneaking a bite of the cookie dough is a must. He doesn't remember all the times where Joseph would playfully try to get past Mary's iron defenses to dip his fingers into the bowl and swipe a big scoop. She never really tried too hard to stop him, but she still acted scandalized by his thievery, as that was part of the fun.

Joseph almost always teased Mary with the suggestive way he licked the cookie dough of his fingers, swirling his tongue to get every last bit of sugary goodness stuck to his skin. He relished making her so flustered, tempting her to take a break from cooking to give him some sugar.

When Mary and Joseph were living together, the cookies she baked were mainly for the two of them. When she got closer to the SunnyTime Crew, she brought in some to the studio break room on special occasions once or twice, mostly at Christmas time. Valentine's Day though was just for him.

The Phoenix family didn't really appreciate Mary's many attempts to bake cookies for them, but Joseph always did. She tried to make friends with her cookies, and while her classmates did happily accept them, only Joseph was truly appreciative of them.

By the time Mary was an adult, baking cookies for anyone but herself and Joseph was a rare thing, especially with her health struggles and she had so much work with the SunnyTime Crew Show. Still, she made sure to bake a special birthday batch for her mentor and fellow writer and producer on the show, Diane, every year without fail.

Diane really was more like a mom to Mary than her real mother was, or like a cool aunt. Without her help, Mary would've never been able to make the connections to LambsWork or pitch the SunnyTime Crew show in the first place. Mary is forever grateful for Diane in her life and always made sure to show her appreciation when she could.

Sometimes Joseph would be a bit jealous of Mary showing affection to other people, which led to him being a little possessive and handsy. Mary would always indulge his clinginess and reassure him that she will always love him more than anyone else.

Mary might have baked cookies for people she cared for, but only Joseph was blessed with the privilege to lick the beaters and bowl when she was done, and snatch up some quick little morsels of dough before they were all baked. Joseph got to revel in being just that little bit more special to Mary in all things.

Sadly, Alice isn't going to let Jack get away with swiping some raw cookie dough. She'd be worried about him getting sick from unpasteurized eggs and uncooked flour. It'd seem silly to Jack to worry about such a thing, but also a shame that people today can't enjoy the simple pleasure of sneaking some fresh cookie dough.

Of course, Alice isn't completely sure Jack can actually get sick even if there was a risk of tainted uncooked food, but she's not going to take the chance.

Still, when her back is turned, Jack simply can't help himself. He snuck a little taste before she told him not to touch the dough, and the taste was just so good... so nostalgic, but in a good way.

Being with Alice in the kitchen while she bakes fills Jack with so much nostalgia. It's so familiar, so right. The smells, the closeness, the taste... it stirs up old feelings and memories.

Of course with feelings of familiarity comes a bit of anxiousness. Jack doesn't want to remember being Joseph and all the baggage that comes with it. He's not that person anymore.

But unlike the bad yogurt combo, it didn't bring up a specific and very unpleasant memory that brought him back to some of the worst moments in his life. Before Joseph found Mary again, he drowned himself in vice when he could, in alcohol, sex, smokes, and even drugs. He dangerously mixed rum with coffee and chased it down with cashews because the two drinks alone weren't really a pleasant combo. He still liked those three things individually and they were tied to other memories too, but that particular combination was something he indulged in during the lowest time of his life when he sold his body for food, a place to stay, and just the smallest sliver of affection.

The cookie dough and fresh baked chocolate chip cookies are different. They smell and taste of home. They were a part of the best moments of his life, the bright spots that served as an oasis in an otherwise loveless childhood, and warm moments in his adult life when the worst seemed to be over and he was finally granted the happiness and love he would've died for.

Being playfully teasing with Alice is so comfortable, familiar. She falls into the banter so easily. It's just so natural with Jack. He might keep trying to sneak some cookie dough, and she might feel a little guilty not letting him have any, but it's kind of fun to have this little battle with him too. It's a game they play with her preventing him from getting a taste while Jack tries to work around her defenses.

In the past, Mary let Joseph win this game to sneak quite a few tastes of whatever she was making, but Alice is more serious about stopping Jack, so he allows her to win their playful little war. He doesn't want to risk actually upsetting his sunshine, and he knows she's just worried about his health.

They both know that his situation isn't normal, and it's possible Jack can't get sick... but he feels more like an ordinary human when Alice worries about his health anyway. She treats him like a normal human as much as his situation will allow. She wants him to feel normal, safe, and happy... just like he does for her, and he loves her all the more for it.

Alice does offer a compromise though. She gives Jack first taste of the cookies once they finished baking and promises that she'll make a big batch of edible dough for them to enjoy another time. Jack lightly teases her that the dough is deliciously edible as it is, but he'll defer to her expertise.

It's a cozy moment between them, though Jack feels a little jealous that this isn't a treat just for him. A part of him whispers that a moment like this, these extra special treats... it's just meant for the two of them, not anyone else. He doesn't want to give up a single cookie to anyone else.

But... it's what Alice wants. She has people in her life who she loves, a family and friends. A part of Jack feels defensive about her family, like they can't be worthy of her, like they're just using her. He knows it's irrational since everything Alice told him about her family is positive, but a part of him feels so certain that they don't actually care. He just can't shake that part of him that wants to protect his sunshine from her own family. The Phoenix family who only saw Mary as a possession to use and reflect on them than a cherished loved one. Until he can meet the rest of the King family members, he can't quite shake this suspicion.

Jack knows he's being too clingy, too greedy. It's selfish and not something the ever cheerful and kind Sunny Day Jack would do. He tries his best to fight such out of character feelings, but he gets a bit clingier as Alice decorates the cookies for other people. He goes out of his way to be helpful, an offer to mix up colors in the icing here, a suggestion of cinnamon hearts over the sugary ones there...

Names that are not his don't belong on these heart-shaped cookies that Alice baked with her love. But Jack can't be greedy. She would feel hurt if these precious gifts that she worked so hard on never reached their intended recipients. Even if he offered to eat them all instead, she would still be sad, and the last thing he wants is for anything to dim her beautiful shining light.

And she does shine now. Alice is exhausted all the time, going through the motions of things most days except when they're together, but when baking this sweet nostalgic treat that means so much to her, she's alight with purpose. She wants to show love to all the people who mean so much to her. She needs that, especially after the hurt she suffered from the last Valentine's day and the intrusive thoughts of Ian she's desperately running away from now.

Jack won't let her think of Ian if he can help it. He'll draw her attention back to him, to her baking whenever he notices her thought straying into a direction that's more bitter than sweet. He praises how delicious the cookies are and how the icing is sweet, but not overly so. He goes a bit overboard with the compliments until Alice gets flustered, but so happy.

By the time she's done baking, decorating, and boxing up the cookies, then rushing them out to a delivery service that's open late and does overnight shipping, the day is completely spent, and so is Alice. She's worked herself to exhaustion and desperately needs to get what sleep she can before work tomorrow. Jack insists on taking care of his poor exhausted sunshine. He whisks her into his arms as soon as they're back in their apartment and carries her to the bathroom, setting her down delicately before the mirror.

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A Small Taste of Sweet Temptation

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"Don't worry about cleaning up the mess," Jack said, his smile so tender and warm. "I'll take care of that for you so you can get ready for bed. It's important to brush your teeth after eating so many sweets you know." He winked to offset any strictness that might've come from him switching to teacher mode.

"Thanks, Jack," Alice said, returning his smile with a tired one of her own. "I don't know..." She couldn't finish the sentence, the rest of her words swallowed by a yawn she failed to hide behind her hand.

"What you would do without me?" Jack guessed with playfully raised eyebrows. "That's what I'm here for. I'm here to take care of you and make you happy."

It was a risk, but Jack gave in to impulse and all the feelings in his heart that threatened to explode outward. He wanted so badly to kiss Alice, to get just one more taste of that sweet nostalgic flavor he knew were still lingering on her lips and tongue. He wanted that taste so badly, that heat and love that bubbled to the surface of his subconscious mind, those old memories he both feared and ached for all at once.

Jack wanted to claim those lips so badly. He knew her lips, tongue, and every other part of Alice was his. He knew it deep down in his soul. It was his by right, by love.

But it was too soon. As painful and frustrating it was to wait for so long... over 40 years already... Jack would wait forever for Alice, even if it meant that he might lose his sanity in the process. Just as long as she was happy and continued to grace him with the gentle warmth of her beautiful light, he would endure these dark impulses churning in his heart. If he gave in, he would become consumed by his greed for her and turn into a beast who only cared to capture the princess and lock her away from the rest of the world.

Jack wouldn't do that to Alice. He couldn't take the risk. If he gave in to those greedy whispers that screamed to claim her as his own forever, then he would truly lose her. He would snuff out that beautiful light of hers. He knew it. Being trapped alone in the dark was no way to live, even if this time they would have each other for company. He could never let her suffer the way he did for so long.

Jack would wait. He would wait as long as Alice needed to accept all of his love without fear or hesitation. That didn't mean that he couldn't appease his hunger for her, just a little... just a small taste of her beautiful nostalgic sweetness that he would die and kill for.

Alice was too tired to register how close Jack got to her when he bent down until she felt his lips brush against her cheek. It was just a peck, a small feather-light touch that drifted in and flitted away just as quickly, but it left behind an explosion of heat in its wake, searing the impression of his lips into her burning skin.

Jack smiled in pleasure at his sunshine's reaction and the fluttering feelings he stirred up in her that now radiated from her. He almost gave in to temptation to keep going, to coax that fire further, but he held himself in check, straightening up to give her a little space.

Not yet, Jack reminded himself. Beneath the warm happy notes he caught from her were the uncomfortable jolts of nervousness and uncertainty. Alice wasn't ready, not yet. He couldn't risk scaring her away and erasing their progress.

Today was enough. Jack would be content with just that flustered, confused look, and the faint taste of chocolate chip cookies and icing on his lips. "Happy Valentine's Day, Sunshine."

Alice fumbled for a moment to right her thoughts. The first thing to come to mind was to remind Jack that it wasn't Valentine's Day yet, but then he pointed to the clock on the wall.

"It's past midnight," Jack said in answer to her unspoken, half-formed retort. "And you need to get some sleep. You have a big day waiting for you when the sun comes up."

"R-right," Alice stammered as she brought her hand up over the burning spot in her cheek where his kiss still lingered on her skin. She turned away from Jack, then dropped her eyes to the sink after catching a glimpse of her bright red face in the mirror.

Too much. It was too much to handle right now. These feelings fluttering in her chest were too intense, too full of conflicting feelings, fears, and joys. Alice was too tired to think of the implications or justify what just happened. Instead she redirected her focus to snatching up her toothbrush in shaky hands instead of the confusingly familiar, warm feelings Jack filled her with, and the lingering guilt and old aches that crept in on the edges of her mind.

Movement out of the corner of her eye drew Alice back to Jack as he turned to leave. For some reason, the sight of his retreating back hit her with an anxious jolt, and she lunged for the doorway. "J-Jack!"

Jack went still immediately and craned his head to look back over his shoulder at Alice. "Yes? What is it, Sunshine? Do you need something?"

The way Jack looked at Alice made her heart do a flip and brought back the burning impression his lips left on her skin. She faltered, caught up in her emotions that threatened to overwhelm her completely. The conflict of wanting him to stay near but also needing to retreat from this man who was just too good to be true for fear of being hurt again left her frozen in place.

Finally, Alice forced a few words out past her suddenly dry throat. "Happy... Happy Valentine's Day, Jack."

Jack softened, and the tender smile he gave only to her seized her heart in a vice. "Happy Valentine's Day, Alice."

Finally, Alice could move again, and she quickly retreated back into the bathroom to get ready for bed. She could feel his loving gaze follow after her until she closed the door with a bit too much force.

It was too much for Alice. For now. But maybe one day...

When that happened, it would be a day of love greater than any Valentine's Day in the history of the world. Jack couldn't wait to celebrate that day and their love with Alice, his one and only sunshine.

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Hahaha, I did not expect I'd get inspired to write anything in this post, let alone something so long, but inspiration ran away from me. Success! Maybe I'll polish it up and/or add to it to post on Sunshine in Another World sometime. Or maybe I can add this to Sunshine in Hell proper when I finally get back to writing chapters...

Alice's First Valentine's Day with Jack

Jack sadly won't get that kiss on the lips from Alice that he so desperately craves this year. He won't get that romantic dinner for two he wants, or to spend a day alone with her. He does, however, keep her company as she handles the rush of couples looking for any sort of eatery to take a date to celebrate the holiday. A yogurt shop isn't exactly at the top of romantic date spots, but it works in a pinch when reservations fall through or are forgotten until it's too late to book them.

It's chaotic, but Jack does his best to assist and distract Alice whenever he senses her thoughts taking a darker turn. He can't talk to her much when people are around demanding her attention. He hates having to share so much of her. He wishes to go back to last night when they were having so much fun in the kitchen together, just the two of them... and when a moment's impulse allowed him to step just that little bit closer to her.

But Alice needs money to live. It sucks, and it leaves Jack wanting, but this too is part of taking care of his sunshine's needs.

At least Jack makes things easier for Alice throughout the day. He woke her up to breakfast pancakes in bed, just like he planned. Sure it was a short breakfast, and it wasn't as intimate as he liked, but it allowed her to have a few extra moments of sleep before she had to get ready for work, which he knew that she was grateful for.

The lunch break offered Jack another opportunity. He couldn't move many things around for risk of someone seeing items floating in the air, since there were a couple other employees working with Alice that day due to the rush, but while everyone was busy working in the front, he could sneak around the back to get a little surprise ready.

Alice appreciated a hot lunch ready and waiting for her when she slipped into the back to get a break from customers for a while and a bite to eat. She worried about Jack risking getting caught by her co-workers using the microwave in the break room to heat up up the lunch he made and packed for her that morning. Fortunately he was quick to soothe her fears by emphasizing his cation before distracting her with some praise and sweet words that left her flustered.

Barry, of course, had Alice work extra late that day. Though he takes advantage of her all the time to work insanely long hours, she at least stands up for herself enough to demand overtime pay for all the extra work. Grudgingly, he gives in, because she's his most responsible employee. Cleaning up alone after a long, busy, and very messy day of work isn't exactly her idea of an ideal Valentine's Day... but at least she's not alone.

Jack couldn't help her while there were still people around, but when the store is closed and it's just the two of them, he can help her clean up. He's had plenty of time to learn the ins and out of her job as well as any employee working there by now. After the hard day she's had, it was the least he could do to help her when he finally could. He tries to take as much of the burden off her shoulders as he can.

It's not the romantic evening Jack wanted them to have, but her gratitude and warm feelings towards him are priceless. When Alice suggests they get pick up some pizza to take home once they're done, he's more than eager to accept.

It's not quite a date, but snuggling on the couch, eating pizza and homemade cookies baked with love is still wonderful. It feels familiar and intimate too, another side to those beautiful nostalgic feelings they stirred up while baking yesterday. Alice even surprises Jack with a special cookie she made and decorated just for him, which touches him deeply, even if she doesn't intend for it to be a romantic gesture.

They watch a movie, the next in the list Alice made so that Jack could catch up with all the classics he missed in the past 40 years. Although a romance movie would be appropriate for the holiday, the prospect and whatever implications that might come with such a choice are too much for Alice to handle right now. Still, the movie does have a little romance sprinkled in that spark small thoughts that she shies away from.

Jack wants to stoke those sparks to a roaring flame of love and passion, but it's a delicate balancing act. Pushing his luck too far makes Alice retreat, even making an excuse to go to the kitchen to make popcorn when they have plenty of snacks already.

The day isn't as romantic as Jack was hoping, but it was still special. He still got to spend the entire day with Alice, as well as the day before. They made priceless memories that he would cherish forever.

Jack hoped that next year their Valentine's Day would look a little bit closer to the one he dreamed about. He couldn't wait to shower Alice with all the ways he thought of to show her just how much he loved her... and to bask in the warmth of all the ways she would show her love to him in return.

For now, Jack finds contentment in her warm body pressed so perfectly flush against his, her cheek resting on his shoulder, her arm against his back. Alice even allows him to wrap an arm around her waist in return, and he relishes holding her so close and cozy. She doesn't think too much about his hand resting on her hip, and he doesn't dare move it to call attention to the intimate position, for fear of making her too conscious of just how much he enjoys the feeling of her soft, curvy body molded so perfectly against his.

Her family, Shaun, and her friends only get to enjoy the cookies and a few words written in icing or on a card. Jack gets to enjoy Alice. Those other people might have gotten gifts from her, but only he gets to bask in his sunshine's beautiful warm glow for the entire day. He's the only one that got to banter with her, play with her, indulge in a private moment of her working so hard to create confections that carried her love in them. Now he had her all to himself, close and safe in his gentle but secure hold.

Jack had Alice. That was all that mattered. No matter where they were or what names they used, when he was with his sunshine, he was home. By her side was exactly where he was always meant to be. Helping her shine so bright and beautiful was what he was meant to do.

That greedy dark temptation squirming inside him might want more than she's ready to give, it might demand Jack claim her lips or to allow his hands to wander to forbidden places... but he can quiet it for now.

The simple pleasure of this moment with Alice manages to appease those hungry urges, even if just barely. Jack can find peace and contentment with what he has right now. He's warm. He's loved. He can feel it so clearly. Her love might just be platonic right now, with just the smallest hints of something more, but one day Alice will love him just the way he loves her, deeply and completely. It's a truth written deep down in the depths of his soul.

Every bite of delicious nostalgia in those cookies Alice baked with love allow Jack to remember that he's finally home. His sunshine was the only true home that he had ever known, regardless of his name. She was the peace and happiness that he searched for a lifetime ago and would seek out forever more, even if his memories of home were stripped away from him.

Alice saved Jack from hell and brought him home safe in her arms. Whatever else he might crave from her paled in comparison to the security he felt in the gentle warm glow of her love, no matter what form it took.

Today was a day of love, and Jack was happy to spend it basking in Alice's love while showing her as much of his love as she was ready to accept. He had all the time in the world to show her just how deep his love for her truly was.

I think I'll wrap up things up on that warm and fuzzy note. This ramble gotten pretty long and I need to post soon before Valentine's Day is over. Thanks for coming along for this indulgent ride of fluff, worldbuilding, and story writing with my OTP. I hope you enjoyed this sweet treat. Happy Valentine's Day!

#Sunny Day Jack #Something's Wrong With Sunny Day Jack #SunnyDayJack #sdj #swwsdj #Headcanon Ramblings #My Writing #My Art #Alice King #Jack #Mary Phoenix #Joseph Cullman #Shaun Durand-Cofer #Ian Duff #Barry Whiteman #Diane Cohen #Carol

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altocat · 29 days ago

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Tbh i can definitely see them quietly retconning it and having Genesis get involved back with the plot much sooner then he does in the compilation. His whole sleeping under Midgar thing was them having to explain where he was during the main game, working backwards to connect the scene from Dirge to him in Crisis Core but now, with CC Reunion being pretty recent, it would feel weird to just have him be absent, especially since the Tsviets, who he would possibly be with (do they ever specify how long he was with Deepground???) around the time of Remake, have been steadily creeping back onto the scene as well.

If he does come back in part 3 I kind of think they might put him over in Zack's side story, given how much history those two had. I doubt he'll be a key player in the plot but maybe he can be Minerva's exposition conduit or something and point the heroes in the right direction and maybe then he'll go off to his depression nap

I don't think they'll ever followup on him post-Dirge, however, unless they decide to remake or remaster that game as well. At this point, the only thing that exists on the timeline past Genesis appearing at the end of Dirge is Nanaki with his cubs *500 years later* so everything between those points is a void. trying to figure out what he's doing would then also mean figuring out what everyone else is doing and probably require at least one new game and while i find the idea that part 3 is the last we'll be getting of FF7 genuinely funny in how much I doubt it, I think anything that would come after it is up in the air rn

I want them to bring him back though if for no reason besides that I want more Shaun Conde Genesis

I honestly want to give Shaun Conde ANY excuse to come back as Genesis, even if it's just for an optional boss fight or a quick cameo. Literally scraps. Crumbs. I will accept them.

Free our king.

#asks #ff7 #ffvii #final fantasy 7 #crisis core #genesis rhapsodos #final fantasy vii #Ff7r

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teecupangel · 1 year ago

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I'm almost sorry to add another story idea to your backlog pile, BUT:

Elijah finds out what his dad went through, manages to break into a parallel universe, time travels to the 3 eras of the main ancestors, and tries to change things enough to save Desmond. Altair, Ezio, and Ratonhnhake:ton ask this tiny, angry, sarcastic, cactus of a child why he's doing what he's doing, and he eventually explains it over time.

Desmond, on the other hand, is watching all of this through the animus: a son he didn't know existed was trying to save him. An infant who he had never met, and who had never met him, was fighting time and reality itself to save him from a fate that still hasn't been explained, was showing more care and love and compassion for him than anyone Desmond had ever known before. And it hurts, because Desmond just grows to love him more and more, but thinks he'll never truly meet him outside of a Bleed.

Elijah never seems to age, even though he spends like forty years picking on Ezio. There's a statue of him in the Monterrigioni sanctuary, and he hates it with a passion.

Just... Elijah trying to fuck up time enough to save his dad, and Desmond watching all of it both touched and heartbroken, because if he's going through all of this anyways, it was all for nothing.

Then Elijah comes out of nowhere in the Grand Temple and sucker punches Juno with a data virus he had hardcoded into their lineage's DNA over nine centuries lmao

Please never be sorry for sending me an ask. Pile as much as you want as long as you guys understand that it would take a while for me to answer them (a month or so at this point XD)

Okay, but can you just imagine if Elijah was just a teenager in this one? That would give more of a sucker punch vibe to Desmond once he learns who Elijah is.

He has the ability to time travel but he can’t control where he gets sent. His goal had been to save Desmond Miles but he made the mistake of tying his time to Desmond Miles and not to someone more stable like Rebecca Crane or Shaun Hastings.

Hell, William Miles would be a better choice.

Because…

Desmond Miles’ ‘time’ is connected to the memories he watch in the Animus, making Elijah slip in and out of certain ‘times’, following the memories Desmond watches.

Desmond assumed Elijah was one of the informants in Altaïr’s memories. It’s only when Altaïr began to see him as an annoying child who always got in the way of Altaïr’s missions that Elijah told the truth.

Why?

Because Elijah has nothing to lose from telling Altaïr the truth. He was a prisoner of time itself, being yanked time and time again. He has a theory that he was being yanked to the time in Altaïr’s life where Desmond was watching him so he figured he could give Desmond information as well using Altaïr.

It would be funny, after all.

The Isus have chosen Ezio Auditore to be their prophet.

Why couldn’t Elijah make Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad his prophet then?

And he’ll take Ezio Auditore from the Isus as well.

Maybe it was Aita’s selfishness and desire for power.

Maybe it was his very own selfish desire to have something that was truly his.

“Shall we make a deal, Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad?”

“A deal?” Those golden eyes seemed to pierce his very soul.

But it didn’t matter what he saw.

He cannot begin to fathom the truth.

Not yet, anyway.

Right now, Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad was a man lost in a vicious snowstorm threatening to swallow him whole and pull him to his frozen grave.

He still haven’t found the warmth he was meant to have, given to him by the Calculations.

“My name is Elijah.” He said, “I am a child of Time itself.”

“What nonsen-”

“I will correctly tell you what will happen when you confront Garnier de Naplouse.” Elijah stated, making Altaïr stop from walking away from him. Altaïr turned just enough to stare at him with one of his golden eyes as Elijah continued, “And I will tell you the future you are meant to have.”

“And what do you want in exchange?”

“From you? Nothing.” Elijah admitted, “All I want is a bit of your time.”

“My time?”

“To talk to Desmond Miles.”

Altaïr frowned as he said, “I do not know anyone by that name.”

“I know.” Elijah answered with a nod, “But he’s watching you. The Templars are forcing him to watch you right now and it is because he is forced to watch you that he comes to care for you so…”

“I will help you save yourself, Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad.” Elijah said, “To change your fate to whatever you desire, instead of what has been laid out in front of you. In exchange…”

“All I ask is you listen to me so I can take to my father.” Elijah’s lips curved into a small smirk that felt more Aita than him, “And to commemorate my first message to my father, I believe I should tell him an important truth.”

“Lucy Stillman is a Templar who betrayed the Assassins.”

(I feel like in this case, Elijah would provide more information and let Altaïr do what he wants. He only starts to actually have a more active roll once the memory seals from ACR starts and he grows close to Altaïr’s children. By the time he gets to Ezio and Ratonhnhaké:ton, he’s more ‘fuck the backseat, I’m driving’ and actively helps. This ends up with Elijah finally ‘returning’ to Desmond Miles’ time just as Minerva and Juno told him what will happen if he lets the world burn and, by that point, Elijah had already completed a device that would force Juno’s consciousness to operate the device in Desmond’s stead).

#assassin's creed #ask and answer #desmond miles #altaïr ibn la'ahad #teecup writes/has a plot #fic idea: assassin's creed #elijah miles

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mla0 · 18 days ago

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Stop Smoking (We Love You)

Short fic I wrote for Valentines Day... not a ship-centric fic, though. More just emotional and with a hopeful ending! I'm going to be putting it on AO3, but this one is short enough to also just put on here directly. :)

I hope you like it!

Shaun was angry- no, he was more than angry. Honestly, he couldn't tell you why; not without thinking too hard about it, losing himself in the background noise of it all. Not without his knuckles going white around the steering wheel, eyes narrowed and looking down at the road. He refused to look anywhere else.

Ever since the motel- god, the fucking motel- he'd been driving aimlessly. He'd gotten a strange note, after his first couple days of being alone, but he threw it away almost as quickly as he'd gotten it. Something told him it'd only bring him bad news down the line, and trusting his gut was all he knew to do right now.

The car was dead silent, and it made him angry. When he tried to play the radio, it made him even angrier. He wanted to slam his hands against the fucking thing until it broke- until it broke into a million pieces.

His hands were shaking.

Trying in vain to unclench his jaw, he breathed out a long, slow sigh, mind swimming with too many thoughts at once. He needed to breathe- or, maybe he didn't. Maybe this was a suicide mission. He didn't want to think about it.

Pulling off the side of the road for just a moment, he decided to take a quick break. He needed to smoke. He needed to clear his head. He stopped the car, and leaned his head back in his seat.

He told himself he was going out to smoke. But… he didn't. He felt glued to his spot, too angry and anxious and fucked up to move.

Sighing, his eyes quietly wandered to the small bundle of CDs still stashed away into the glovebox, now hanging partly open after he'd rummaged through it for something earlier. Maybe if he put something of his own on, he'd calm the fuck down. He could go out, have a smoke without worrying about dropping his cigarette, and get back on the road. Get back to driving to god knows where.

He pulled one out, staring at the cover. Some metal band. That wouldn't help. He grabbed another one. The Mountain Goats. That'd make him feel much, much worse. He sighed, feeling anger beginning to creep back into his bones, just when he thought he'd found a distraction.

He grabbed at one more- one he didn't recognize, and raised an eyebrow at the cover. It was plain white, and had two… stick-figure looking dogs, on the front. Looked like some fluffy little indie band.

And, then he realized it. Oh. Oh. This was one of Michael's CDs. One he'd probably never heard before.

Despite everything telling him not to, his face morphed into a grimace. He really didn't want to be thinking about Michael, not after… no. He'd rather be thinking about anything, anyone else.

Well, almost anyone.

Sighing, he looked at the CD player in the front of the car. Well… it couldn't necessarily hurt. It was probably something kinda whiny, kinda sad and melancholy… Shaun told himself he'd never liked the sound of it. He knew he was lying. He remembered what he liked in middle school. Either way, it couldn't hurt.

He sat back in his seat, taking the CD out with a level of care that he didn't want to process right now. Putting it in, he pressed the play button and waited.

And waited.

He could hear the faint scratching from inside the player, and he cursed. Michael must've not been taking great care of the thing, if it couldn't even play. He pressed a few buttons- the forward, the backwards, stop and start, before feeling frustrated enough to even hit the player with the back of his hand a little. Hitting a TV used to fix it when he was a kid, so…

To his shock, it actually started to play… something. He didn't even know if it was the first song or not, but he finally got something going.

He heard the first few strums of a guitar, harsh crackles of static filtering through… from what he assumed was the disc being scratched.

Stop Smoking, We Love You.

Shaun blinked, ears focusing in on the lyrics. Was this seriously… an anti-smoking song, of all things? He almost scoffed. Maybe this was Patrick's album, not Michael's.

Stop Smoking, We Love You.

He could feel his stomach turn ever so slightly, as he sat in silence.

Stop Smoking, We Love You.

What was he feeling right now? Something… something about this was rubbing him in all the wrong ways, and he almost considered turning it off.

He felt like Michael was staring at him, brown eyes as intense as ever, speaking the words himself. He could see his face- he could see the way his brows were crinkled with worry.

Stop Smoking, We Love You.

He could see Patrick, half dead in the snow after walking over to him while he was smoking. He could see his lidded eyes, the blood running down his face. He could see the relief that crossed his eyes when Shaun immediately dropped what he was doing and ran to him. He wondered if he'd looked relieved, too.

And We Don't Want You To Die.

Shaun felt his hands get gently grasped in someone else's, and he looked down. He was in his old house, he was warm, his long hair brushing against his ears. He could see the fuzzy outline of the grey-blue hoody he knew he was never going to see again.

He looked up, and was met with worried eyes, specks of green and blue swirling into her pupils.

And his heart stopped.

"We don't want you to die," Stormy said, her hand brushing against his cheek. He could've sworn she was tearing up- or was he? He didn't know.

He blinked, and he could see the snow outside his car. It looked so similar to the night when Patrick had come to sit next to him, to… vaguely encourage him. Maybe threaten him. Or both.

A small, innocent voice in his head wished that he would come back, now. If he sat here for long enough, maybe then he would come find him. Maybe he…. No, he made his choice.

He just wished he wasn't starting to regret it, now of all times.

We Don't Want You To Die.

He was blinking, more and more frequently. Only when he felt his chest heaving did he realize he was starting to sob.

He tried to stop it, of course- maybe hold his breath, maybe think about something happier, but everything melted into the fuzzy pictures of his family, his friends…. Stormy.

The name crashed into his brain, and he doubled down into tears.

We Don't Want You To Die.

Maybe he was never really all that angry. Maybe… Maybe he just…

Maybe he needed someone more than ever right now.

We Don't Want You To Die.

Maybe running away was never going to work.

We Don't Want You To Die.

He shakily turned the car on. He angled his phone towards him, looking at the GPS. Michael would be angry. He had a lot to say, he had a lot to think about.

He had a lot to apologize for.

But… with a sinking feeling in his gut, he knew there was only one way to make things right, in the end. It might mean nothing, but for once in his life… he wanted to try.

Exiting the car, he stood for a long few moments, considering something.

After a pause, he walked over to an unused trash can, and threw his cigarettes away.

Maybe he could start to let himself think about things again. Let himself remember why he was doing this, and who he was fighting for. As hazy images crossed his mind, as her face burned into his skull, as tears still flowed freely from his eyes… he let himself smile, just a little.

Just this once, for her sake.

He entered in the coordinates of the motel they'd been staying in, and he started to drive.

Back home. Back to his brother.

Stop Smoking, We Love You.

#og #mlandersen0 #slenderverse #mla0 #shaun andersen #michael andersen #patrick andersen #stormy mla0 #shormy #my writing

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elfqueen006 · 1 year ago

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Human Moonpie Headcanons

CW/Tags: AU, parenting, religious bashing, slight horror elements, implied possession, etc.

• Full name is Miranda Durand-Cofer. Is 8-10 years old. Likes cats and princess movies.

• She's still blind but Shaun makes sure she's properly accommodated while not making her feel left out or "othered" from her peers.

• She loves to explore and color. Her favorite colors are purple and pink!

• Very chatty, but says the cutest (and sometimes weirdest) things.

• Wants to be a fashion designer when she grows up!

• Now, I used to have an idea that Shaun had a one night stand with a girl in college and they now co-parent. But after hearing of Olivia and their implied history, this could be applied to them but she mainly resides with Shaun.

• I feel like not only would Shaun be a good dad, but he probably had it in mind when starting his career. He'd have to settle down at some point, right? Though balancing work life and a child can be tricky, especially with the subject matter he portays in his films.

• I feel that now that a child is added to the mix, his uncle, Abraham Cofer, comes down on him much harder. Badgering him about introducing Miranda to "devilment" and "horror porn". Which Shaun rightfully goes off about this, seeing as he would never put his daughter in a position where she would experience anything inappropriate.

• There are times he tries to at least give Abraham updates on her, just to have some semblance of normalcy. And I think Abraham would want to be involved in Miranda's life, but he is an old man who is stubborn and stuck in his ways and probably thinks being involved means Shaun should see things his way about, well, everything.

• If Miranda has the clairvoyance that Shaun is implied to have in the Character Reveal Trailer, there's a chance she'd have the ability to see Sunny Day Jack without watching the tape.

• If we have a co-parenting situation with you and Shaun. Maybe the events likely to happen in the game with go a bit differently. It would still be horror, but with a different approach.

• Kids are not an uncommon factor in horror. They can range from being victims, killers, and even mediators of sorts between the dead and the living.

• Jack loves children! And I think if ever encountering Miranda and she was able to see him, he'd adore being like a big brother figure of sorts. Like Shaun, he wouldn't dare put her in a scenario that would harm her. Still, keeping in mind that he's a yandere, I don't think he'd be above using her innocence to his advantage; planting ideas in her mind that her environment might not be so safe.

• Shaun isn't fit to be a parent, in Jacks' eyes. He's too career oriented, makes indecent material, and is overall too lax in his parenting! If Jack had it his way, Miranda would be under his care 24/7...

• Strange occurrences start happening with Shaun soon. He has more nightmares, calls with his uncle distress him more than normal. It begins to scare you and Miranda so you take her to your parents for a short amount of time so he can calm down.

• After about a month or so of missed calls and frantic texting, Shaun is... completely fine! He'd been attending some therapy sessions and taking some time off work to get his head straight. In fact, he might just go into a different career path.

• He's eager to have Miranda in his arms again, and he reassures you and her that he'll always be here to spend time together... <3

#human!moonpie #sunny day jack fanfiction #sunny day jack x mc #sunny day jack x you #sunny day jack #somethings wrong with sunny day jack #reader insert #black reader #my fics

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yanderelovlies · 2 years ago

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Note: So, I read this concept on A03 and have taken quite a liking to it. Though I'm tuning, it to fit my narrative for each character.

Fandom(s): SWWSDJ, DachaBo, DMC

Character(s): Sunny Day Jack, Bo, and Dante,

Sunny Day Jack

Something felt off, and Jack couldn't put his finger on it. The person he met when being freed from that hell wasn't who he was expecting. Though he wasn't even sure what he was expecting in the first place. Despite this feeling, he still treated her kindly but never got close. He would make the occasional breakfast and talk with her, but he didn't feel anything when they talked about a man named Ian. Nor did he care when another man named Shaun showed up. It felt off and wrong. However, the day he went to work with them was the day he figured out it felt this day.

"y/n Should be here shortly to help you, Jane." Barry gave them his forced smile on his hand on the door. "They are the new hire, so make sure to show them the ropes!"

Jane nodded, trying to look as professional as possible until Barry finally left. Once she was sure he was gone, she let out a sigh, leaning over the counter. "I hate training newbies..." she mumbled, waiting for you to show up.

When you came through the door, a nervous smile on your face, the world seemed slightly brighter to Jack. "Sorry I'm late! I had a bit of trouble getting here."

Jane shrugged, not seeming to pay too much mind to you. "Well, come on. I have plenty to show you "

The whole time, Jack couldn't keep his eyes off of you. His whole being screams to get closer to you. To hold you and to keep you close. He knew you wouldn't be able to see hear or feel him, but he wanted to no matter how futile it was. He now knew why being where he wasn't didn't feel right. He wasn't meant to be with Jane he was meant to be with you.

You were meant to find the tape. You were the one he was meant to fall in love. You were the one

So, while Jane showed you how to do the job, Jack would sneak in little touches and praise even when you couldn't feel them. He needed more.

When yours and Jane's shift finished and you went your separate ways. Jack kept thinking about you, and when he got home with Jane, he tucked up in bed. He moved the VHS tape, where it was laid by the TV, and put it into Jane's bag.

He WILL make sure you get it tomorrow so he can be where he rightfully belongs. by your side.

Bo got along with John well enough. The two of them talked and enjoyed each other's company, but it stopped that odd feeling Bo had. Like this wasn't where he was meant to be, but that didn't make sense? where else was he supposed to be besides his best friends side?

"Hey you wanna see the new friend I made?"

The sound of John's voice made Bo perk up. He enjoyed it when his friend came home, and it made him feel less alone.

"Uh, sure? it's not some sketchy person, right?"

The sound of a new voice REALLY peaked Bo's interest. It sounds nice and melodic. He could listen to it 24/7 and never grow tired of it. Bo got super excited when he heard John scoff closer to his device.

"Since when I have I introduced you to shady people?" There was silence before a John sigh."Come here and let me show you." He turned on Bo's device, making the world around him brighten up, and he could finally see John again.

"Hey buddy! how was work?"

John smiled. "Good! Actually I have a friend I want to show you to!"

Bo watched the world on the other side move as John handed the device to someone else. When your face came into view, Bo could feel everything stop. His tail was wagging as his breath shortened. Where have you been all his life?

The more he talked to you throughout the day, the more in love he had become. He began to realize why things with John didn't feel like they should. He was never meant to be with John he was meant to be with you.

After a couple hours of flirts and talking, you finally had to head home for the night. It pained Bo to hear you leave, but he felt the more he thought of his plan. Soon, he will be out of John's hands and into yours.

Dante Sparda

Dante has been through many things in his long life, so it was quick for him to sense if things were wrong, and when he woke up that morning, things definitely felt off.

He got up like he normally did. Tried to take a shower before realizing the water was off and the bill was due like he normally did. He even threw on his clothes with a grumble as he made his way downstairs like he normally did.

However, when he faced his desk was where things felt off. Sitting there was a dark-haired mom looking through the bills before looking at her phone. "I'm trying to get a hold of the companies. Why didn't you tell me they were due?!"

He shrugged. "I left them on the desk." He blinked a couple of times. That didn't feel natural. Like his movements and words aren't his own.

"Yeah, well, you could have told me." Before he could respond, the woman got up from her seat, putting the phone to her ear. "Hi, I'm calling to get electricity back on at Devil May Cry?" Her voice faded as he went outside the door, shutting behind her.

That was how the rest of the day went for Dante, and it was starting to freak him out. It seems like it's been this way from he talks with the woman. He found out her name it Norma.

Yet it all didn't feel right to him. It was like it was all off with Norma being there. However, since he wasn't able to prove anything, he went about his day as normal.

Night had rolled around, letting Norma leave for the night, and Dante louging with his feet up on the desk. Not expecting much before bed, Dante let out a loud yawn when his front door opened slowly.

When you walked in it was like the world stopped. despite your almost frantic state, he felt like he was meeting an angel.

"Are you in charge of Devil May Cry?"

God, even your voice sounded melodic. "Yeah. the names Dante. How can I help?"

Even though it was business, the two of you were talking he couldn't help but feel like it was right. Like you were always supposed to be here in Devil May Cry, but by so.e twist of fate you weren't.

Dante was gonna fix that. No matter what it took.

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danses-with-dogmeat · 1 year ago

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Day 7 -- Kent Connolly

The (nsfw) details for Kinktober, Day 7 are just below the cut!

Minors, please don’t interact.

First Time with Kent Connolly x M!Reader

This one is... very long lol. But Kent is just !!! He's so precious, and I felt like I really wanted to draw out the process, since Kent tends to be quite shy and I feel like, in almost every capacity in a romantic relationship, he'd want to take things slowly.

So this is me trying to do that idea justice. If you're craving some serious sweetness with Kent, look no further! 😊

HOWEVER, I do have a couple TWs for allusions to/talk of sexual assault, and also mentions of homophobia. So please be aware of that!

Here is the link to the Kinktober 2023 Event List so you can stay up-to-date, or re-visit these works as you please.

Included: First Times, first time jitters, history of sexual assault, homophobic family, lack of acceptance, kissing, confessions of love, undressing, enthusiastic consent, praise, voice kink, light body worship, nipple play, hand jobs, anal fingering, gay sex, aftercare. Sweetness, love, adorableness, KENT AND READER BEING SO SWEET, cuteness, etc.

Words: so many lol 7.5k

“You did all this, Sole?”

“Yeah, well… I figured, you know... this was something special." Your hand touched Kent's shoulder gently as he stared ahead in starry-eyed awe. "Plus, Claire owed me a favor, so… Honeymoon suite it is!”

You opened both arms wide in presentation of the romantic scene as you looked over to Kent with a large, dopey grin.

Your partner was wide-eyed and frozen as he gazed into the mesmerizing room, his mouth still agape in awe at all you'd done for him.

The candles, the flower pedals, the plush comforter on the bed, the way the curtains were drawn away from the windows, allowing cool, blue moonbeams to wade through the warm-toned candlelight within the room... It was a scene straight out of a romance novel.

“It’s... Sole, goodness, it’s all too much for someone like me.”

You turned around to face him at that, a hurt expression creasing your brows as you spoke softly to your partner.

“Kent, sweetheart, you know that’s not true, could never be true. You deserve the world, you hear me?" Stepping forward, you wrapped both arms around the ghoul’s torso, hugging him tightly against you and placing a sweet kiss upon his temple. "And besides, you know how much of a romantic I am, right? I'll take any excuse to do something like this for my beloved hero.”

You whispered that last bit into his ear, and as Kent turned to you, his eyes were glistening.

God, he was sweet. Maybe the kindest, most darling man you’d ever met, and he was yours.

Unable to help yourself, one hand left where it wrapped around Kent’s waist, and went to gently grasp at the point of his chin, holding him in place as you leaned in to kiss him full on the lips. You felt his little jolt, the small yelp of surprise he almost always released when you were this forward with your affections, and pulled back.

Kent’s light, sparkling eyes were wide as he blinked up at you with parted lips.

You let yourself take in the sight of him, then. His earnest expression, his genuine surprise, and his slow acceptance that you wanted this. To some, it might’ve become tiresome; the doubts Kent held in himself, the lack of forwardness, of confidence in your relationship, but after all the ghoul had been through, you could never blame him.

Plus… It was nice to take it slow. Necessary, even, after your own struggles, your losses, your difficulties being this vulnerable, this honest with someone about your true self.

The army never glorified that kind of thing, and your family even less so. Your wife… she had understood, that though you were fond of her, though you loved Shaun with all your heart and held great affection for her, there was always something that was going to be off between the two of you, something that wasn’t the case– or wasn’t meant to be the case– with straight couples.

But your family hadn’t been any the wiser about your strategically heterosexual marriage, and oh, how they’d adored Nora. And that was all that mattered, wasn’t it?

At least, that's what they’d thought.

Even on the hardest days of missing everyone you'd lost, you could never miss the way you couldn't be your true self with the people who were meant to accept you and love you unconditionally.

“Here, why don’t you get settled, I’ll close the door.” You forced yourself from your thoughts and gradually released Kent from your half-embrace as you turned to grab at the handle behind you, pulling the hotel room door closed with a click.

Kent had seated himself on the end of the bed, not really appearing to be comfortable, but… he was trying. His hands still fidgeted in his lap, his eyes still darted around the room, but you saw him taking deep breaths, felt the nerves radiating off of him beginning, maybe, to dissipate just a little bit.

“Want me to take your coat?”

“O-oh, yes, thank you.”

He pulled the thing off himself as though you were drilling him, like he was being timed, flailing around until he could hand you the stuffy, old suit jacket.

“And your hat?”

Kent handed that over swiftly as well, and you moved to hang it– and your own– on the coat rack by the door.

“Nuka Cola?” You asked as you turned towards the little kitchenette in the lovely, roomy suite.

As if I really have to ask.

“Yes, t-that sounds nice.”

He sounded so stiff, still, and a small part of you wished it was just another evening in his room; that instead of this lavish date night, you’d simply have shared the evening chatting about comics and a dozen other things in the quiet comfort of the Memory Den. Yet, you’d both talked about this so much recently, these next big steps in the relationship, moving forward after so long of holding things off, of taking the time you both needed to heal and get used to the idea of intimacy and vulnerability again, after your respective struggles.

“Here, baby.” You handed him one cola bottle, and kept the other in hand as you sat down beside your partner on the lavish, burgundy comforter.

“Wow,” You said with a chuckle, bouncing lightly on the cushy mattress. “This is... the nicest bed I’ve been on since waking up.”

“Yeah,” he agreed with a rasp, “ahem, ah, comfy… yeah.”

Kent swallowed like he had a radroach stuck in his throat, but took a swig of his drink nonetheless.

You felt the energy in the air around you, the charged silence like volts of electricity flowing through your shared space, leaving you just as on-edge as your partner.

A deep breath left you, and you turned to him with a gentle determination.

“Kent, hon... we can just spend the night here, if you want.” You finally offered, breaking the silence. “The last thing I want is to pressure either of us, or to make you uncomfortable.”

Kent's eyes met yours, and you saw apology shining there.

“It’s okay." You insisted with a smile and a bump of your hand against his arm, "I promise, baby. If we’re not ready, we’re not. You know I’ve got no problem holding off. I’m… well, I’m definitely pretty nervous myself, to be honest.”

“Y-you are?” Kent's bright blue eyes widened, his brow raising as though had no idea of your own struggles, your own inexperience.

I swear, I told him… but maybe…

“Yeah.” You chuckled a little, your hands wringing around the glass neck of the bottle you held. “I actually had to ask Hancock for some tips.”

“Oh.” Kent’s brow furrowed immediately, and he looked away from you. “Yeah… with ghouls I don’t know how different it tends to be–”

“No, Kent, that’s not what I meant, I… Did I really never tell you? In all the talks we’ve had about this?”

“Tell me what?”

You swallowed, suddenly feeling the cruel claws of self-consciousness creep under your skin.

But he'd been honest with me. About everything.

You trusted Kent, with everything in you, you knew he'd never judge you, never breathe a word of something that you wanted to stay secret, but now... Well, Nora was the only one who'd ever really known the truth about you.

Maybe Hancock had an idea, given some of the questions you'd asked him in preparation for tonight, but you hadn't spilled your life story to him, he didn't know your background. You'd been vague with the details of why you needed some pointers, but this... This was as open as you could be.

A secret your closest family never even knew.

“That I’ve never… well, I've never been with another man before.”

His gaze returned to yours with a whip of his head, brows still raised high, startling eyes wide with wonder.

“N-no, Sole, I… I never knew.” Kent's head shook slowly back and forth. “And you want... your first time to be with–”

“Absolutely, Kent.” Your hand was on his before you even knew you’d moved, wrapping around it reassuringly as you scooted closer. “And you still want me to be your first?” You asked quietly, quite sure you knew the answer, but wanting to hear it anyway, wanting him to know you cared.

Kent nodded to you with a small grin, before it quickly was dashed from him and his eyes grew strangely distant as they looked past you at some invisible memory.

“Well, you know… almost my first.” His voice was small, quiet as a breeze over snow-covered ground, and almost broke at the words. Your chest gave a painful ache that damn near knocked the breath from you at the sound of him, the sunken look upon your beloved partner's face.

“Listen to me, love,” You scooted closer, until your thigh was brushing Kent’s, turning your body towards him and grasping at his hand all the harder, as reassuring a gesture as you could manage without overwhelming him. “What Sinjin’s goons did to you doesn’t count for shit, alright? That was… it was wrong and awful, it was cruel and it doesn’t count. You hear me?”

He couldn’t quite speak, so Kent only nodded, and to your surprise, the ghoul actually leaned forward, falling into your chest as his arms wrapped around you.

You felt a hollowness, a vile taste on your tongue as you recalled finding him in the aftermath that night, dressed as the Shroud and finishing off every last one of those criminal assholes before gently folding a shaking Kent into your comforting embrace.

If only you'd known before what they had done... You wouldn't have made their deaths so quick.

“We don’t have to do anything.” You leaned into your partner now, one hand moving behind him to rub soothing circles over the length of his back.

“No.”

You heard Kent croak out, and pulled yourself away slightly to look into his eyes.

“You're sure?”

He nodded; firmly, even, and you listened intently as Kent opened his mouth to speak.

“I want to make new memories. With you, Sole. Ones that can replace the others… That can make me… happy, instead of… Well, you know.”

You had to swallow as tears came unbidden to your eyes, feeling the way your throat tightened at the power of his words, of his resolve.

“That’s really brave, Kent.”

“Yeah, well…” A small smile pulled at the ghoul’s lips, and you felt your heart soar at the sight. “You know me. Bravery. It’s what I’m all about.”

A chuckle left you, and you leaned in to kiss his cheek.

“Look, you may joke about it…” You whispered to him, “But really, I think it’s true, love. You’re brave as the Silver Shroud, there’s no doubt about it.”

“Aw, stop it, Sole.” His hand weakly, jokingly, pushed at your chest as you both grinned.

The air seemed a bit lighter now, some of the candles had burned down to nothing, and a cool breeze wafted through the slightly parted windows. A chill ran up your spine, but this time, instead of nerves, it was likely just the cold… or maybe the excitement you felt bubbling up.

It’s decided. You reminded yourself. We’re actually doing this tonight.

Instead of pulling away from him to start, you laid another kiss over Kent’s lips, and after a moment of stiffness, he leaned into it. You felt the brush of hot air as he exhaled through his ruined nose, but still, he only pushed further into you, tilting his head and kneading his phantom lips over yours. The friction had your mouth tingling, and the taste of your partner was sweet from the Fancy Lad’s cakes and Nuka Cola still on his tongue from after dinner.

Finally, you pulled away, only for a brief moment, as you grabbed both the bottles of cola and leaned to set them down on the bedside table.

“Hey,” You said as you scooted back on the bed, making it easier for you to lie down flat on the mattress. “Why don’t you take the lead? That way, if you start feeling uncomfortable, you can just take it back a notch. You can sort of set the pace, you know?”

“You think that’ll work?” His voice was small, uncertain, even as his gaze set upon the way your body leaned back against the pillows at the head of the bed. As his gaze hinted at the yearning he felt within.

“It’s up to you, love. Just thought it could be something to try?”

Kent nodded then, and slowly, his body moved to join yours fully on the bed. Your breath almost caught in your throat as Kent crawled over top of you. He was still hesitant, yes, but his movements were more sure of themselves than you could’ve hoped.

His arms caged you in from where he hovered above you, and his torso and hips pressed to yours as he gradually lowered his bodyweight onto you.

“T-this okay?”

“It's perfect, baby.”

With that, a grin lit up Kent’s expression, and instilled the confidence he needed to press forward, to capture your lips in a kiss once again.

His kisses were always as earnest as Kent himself was; careful, asking, sure, but more recently… brave. He kissed you with more confidence than you were used to, after being with him for so many months now, and this time, it took your breath away. Even then, as Kent felt you gasp into him, he didn’t pull away, only pushed forward.

A pleasant heat started radiating around you, invigorating your movements as you allowed your hands to raise off the mattress, to begin to roam over Kent’s body. Your fingers lightly grazed up his sides, and you felt him tense over you. In response, you slowed a bit, and only continued when you felt him release a breath and relax under your touch.

It was a delightful dance you two weaved with one another, a push and pull, a giving and asking of consent that had you aching for more. If you could glean anything from his movements, it was that Kent too, was eager to feel you explore him. The way he ran his lips over yours in such charming movements-- there was an honest wanting behind them, but always of a respectful sort. In that moment, you realized, you truly couldn’t have asked for a better partner to share this with.

“Kent.” You mumbled through your contact, and he pulled away only a hair’s breadth.

“Hm?”

“Do you mind…” Your fingers grazed over the bottom hem of his button up, “Can I take this off?”

If his complexion had been different, you were sure you would’ve seen him blush at your request. Instead, he just looked away shyly, before nodding and sitting up to help.

You joined him, bracing yourself against the pillows as you leaned forward and began to undo the buttons of his dress vest. When you had them undone, he shrugged the garment off, and looked down in wonder as your fingers set upon the smaller clasps on his shirt. Your smiling eyes met his, and Kent just looked… God, he had a way of– when he smiled at you– making you feel like you were the most important thing on this planet.

You found yourself sincerely hoping your own look echoed that sentiment right back at him.

Once you had it undone, Kent helped you to pull the shirt from his shoulders as well; though, this time a bit more hesitantly, as he revealed his bare chest and torso to your gaze. You let your eyes rake leisurely down his body, from where you’d been looking in his eyes, now to his throat, the bobbing Adam’s apple as he gulped at the way you took him in, then down to his chest, how it rose and fell with his hurried breaths, his soft stomach, all rough and textured like you’d expected, but also, just…

He was breathtaking.

A man who’d lived so long, who’d been through as much as he had, and made it out still as sweet and loving as anyone you’d ever known-- hell, more so than anyone you'd known. He was everything good about humanity, wrapped up in this charming body, and offering himself to you, to be explored, to be loved, as he deserved; and dammit, you were going to live up to that, you were going to love him like everything good about the world was meant to be appreciated, respected, adored, and never taken for granted.

“Your turn?” Kent's voice interrupted your visual praise of him, and you nodded eagerly at the notion that he wanted to see you this way too.

“Sorry, babe." You said with an easy smile, "Just got caught up in you. You’re just… You’re very handsome, Kent.”

He tried to hold back the dopey, blushy grin threatening to take over his face, but you committed that look to memory before he could dash it away completely.

We'll have to work on that. How he could be sheepish about such a charming expression, I'll never know. I could see that look a hundred times a day and never grow tired of it.

Shakily, Kent set his fingers to your own set of buttons, the motion tickling slightly as he undid them as carefully as one might defuse a landmine. Your own hands worked at the cufflinks at the end of your sleeves, so when Kent was done, you could just pull the garment off straightaway.

Once it was off, Kent must’ve gone through the same process you had only a few moments ago, his vibrant blue eyes taking you in without so much as a blink. The light scars upon your otherwise smooth skin from battles old and new, the crop of chest hairs below your collar bones, the way your stomach rose and fell from your own rapid breaths.

Without a word, Kent’s hands found your chest, settling there reverently, his fingers stroking over your unmarred form, the coarse little hairs there, one hand even going down to brush gently over the point of your nipple, before his pressure eased you back, to lay down fully on the mattress.

“I want…” Kent's roughened hands kept stroking over you, the light touches stimulating your nerves in an almost frustrating way. “I want to kiss you again.”

“Please.” It left you on a desperate breath, and Kent pushed forwards eagerly. The warmth of your skin collided as he laid back over you, and his hands went up to wrap around your shoulders, even as your own touch set to drawing soothing patterns over the textured skin of his bare back.

His lips, however, were only on yours for a moment, before Kent moved lower, setting them to the line of your jaw, then down to your neck, where you felt goosebumps spread from the tickling sensation of his feather-light kisses.

“Ahh,” you sighed out, “That’s… that’s really nice, babe.”

Kent hummed into you as he continued, and you blinked open your eyes to look down at him. His were still closed in a bliss of his own, as he worked over you with his worn lips, dragging them over your skin before pressing small crops of tingly kisses down your collarbone, and then onto your chest.

As he moved lower, your hands slid up his body, now resting upon his shoulders, rubbing there with a bit of pressure until you felt his lips in a new place. He pulled away, surprising you, then, when his warm, wet lips set upon one erect little nipple, giving it a curious prod with his tongue. Immediately, your body tensed beneath him, your hands grasping firmly to his shoulders at the shock of his forward touch on that small, sensitive place.

“Did that hurt?” Kent backed off quickly, his expression panicked as he looked down at you with furrowed brows.

“N-no, it–” Your own chuckle interrupted you, “That actually feels really good, it just surprised me, is all.”

“Oh, s-sorry.”

“No!” You could tell you said the word too loudly, but honestly, if Kent got it into your head that you didn’t like that, well… it just wouldn’t be the truth, right? And heroes all strive towards the truth.

“No," You said more quietly this time, "Kent, please don’t apologize, I jerked up like that because it just felt so shockingly good. You're, god, I mean, you're a natural.”

He made that face again, like he was trying to stifle a blush, and goodness, if that wasn’t one of the loveliest sights you’ve had the privilege to see.

“You got a gift, baby, honestly.”

“So... I should do it again?”

You licked your lips unwittingly as you nodded, silently wondering how sensitive he was in that same place upon his chest. You’d have to test it one day, but for now, you settled back to how you both were before.

Your stomach already buzzed in anticipation as Kent leaned forward, his eyes locked to your expression expectantly as he gave you a little teasing lick. Your own eyes closed in bliss, a chill running up your back from the too-light touch on your sensitive little bud, and a sigh left your lungs you as he did it again, drawing the action out a bit this time, much to your obvious delight.

“Aw, yeah… that’s it.” You arched your back up against the mattress, pushing out your chest and urging your partner to continue. You let him witness the whole range of pleasure coursing through you, as your hands grasped his shoulders tightly, as you gasped with each lick, each sensual little suck, as your eyes rolled back in your head and you groaned out in response to your his touches. Just as you felt your nipple growing more sensitive, as it began to harden in response to the stimulation, Kent followed his instincts and switched to the other one. Thankfully though, he had the good sense to slide one hand up your body, to tease at the– now distinctly sensitive– bud he’d left temporarily unattended.

Breaths continued to leave you in labored pants, and you could feel a tense bulge forming between your legs in response to his increasingly heated motions.

Kent appeared to be enjoying himself as well, it seemed, as you felt the evidence of his excitement against one of your thighs. As he laid sprawled over you, likely unwittingly, Kent began to grind his hips in slow, undulating movements against you.

“Geeze, babe, that feels nice.” You continued to praise him, feeling your voice grow huskier with building arousal. “C-can I ask you something else?” You added at the last minute, your heart already beginning to pound against your chest at the thought of what you were about to request.

“Hm?” Kent looked up at you, his eyes foggy as he blinked away the haze of his own increasing pleasure. “O-of course.”

“I want us to do this, Kent.” You tried to regulate your voice, to keep it from wavering, to keep your eyes on him, even as you felt your cheeks flush with heat.

“M-me too, Sole.” He whispered back with a little smile.

Your heart fluttered in your chest as your own grin took over your expression.

“Alright, so, I was thinking… Maybe we could, um, take off...”

“This next?”

Kent leaned back even more, then, and one hand laid to rest lightly over the button of your dress pants.

You nodded rapidly, feeling that bulge between your legs tingle with anticipation.

“Y-yeah, exactly. If you’re ready.” You quickly added.

Though his brows were creased, though you could see a small shadow of nervousness clouding his vision for just a brief moment, next, his gaze was back on you, and with a nod, Kent's fingers brushed over the swell of your building erection.

“I was a little, ah, nervous when I felt it, but… Like you said. Gotta be brave. If the Shroud gave up every time he felt a little nervous, well, he wouldn’t be a hero now, right?”

Your smile could only broaden at his sound reasoning.

“I guess not," You agreed, "but, still… Kent, I don’t want to pressure you–”

He cut you off, surprising you with his brash forwardness as his lips quickly captured yours.

You had no choice but to melt into it, rejoicing in the firmness of the contact, the way you could feel his rapid pulse through his skin, and still taste honeyed bliss on his tongue as it shyly darted out to meet yours.

Again, you found yourself in utter awe at his admirable courage.

“You’re not," He said as he pulled away, "Don’t worry, my love.”

With that, Kent leaned back again, settling his knees on either side of your thighs as his fingers brushed over your button and zipper. “I really want this too, you know. Even if I'm nervous... doesn't mean I want it any less.”

Your heart jumped, and as his eyes set upon your face again, you gave him one last nod of assurance, and felt pressure release as your button popped open.

Your partner worked slowly, as had become custom with you two, much to both your liking, and pulled down the zip, before he began to shimmy both your briefs and pants down at once. You lifted your ass off the mattress to allow him to slide them down, and then it went easy, until at last, Kent was tugging the pant legs off from around your ankles.

You were too busy staring at his precious expression as he took you in fully, for the first time, to notice what it was exactly he had his gaze set on. Without realizing it, you’d grown more than a bit stiff within the fabric walls of your briefs. Your cock stood up against your lower stomach, at full hardness, as Kent blinked down at you.

“Wow…” He breathed, and you could feel your blush rising at his unabashed scrutiny. “I, no, you… I really made you like this?”

Another nod, another blush, and another instance where Kent was in awe of you. And goodness, how that overwhelming feeling was wholly mutual.

“Kent, baby…”

At that, he snapped out of his haze, blinking as his gaze met yours.

“Right.” Kent cleared his throat, and scooted towards you with intent, and then… stopped, at a loss. “W-what should I do next?”

“Well, what do you want to do?”

His brows furrowed cutely, an expression akin to a pout resting on his face as he considered your question.

“T-touch you?” He suddenly asked.

Very well. Your expression plainly told him, and with a shy smile, you reached out, easing his hands into yours as you guided them to where your erection strained up against your belly.

Slowly, his fingers wrapped around you with a tentative firmness, one that satisfied, but still left you aching for more. He drew his hands up, with your guidance, and smoothed down the generous bead of slick pre-cum from your slit over the rest of your shaft, easing the friction of his touch over you. A breathy groan escaped from your parted lips, and you felt Kent’s pace quicken, his confidence building at your reactions to his efforts.

“Is this okay?” His raspy voice still questioned, even as he continued his dizzying movements. If you hadn’t known any better, you would’ve thought his words were meant to tease-- that your innocent, sweet little Kent Connolly was being smug.

But you knew better.

“More than okay." You assured him as the words left you almost in a groan. "Mm, feels really good, baby.”

Kent's grip tightened a bit, and your hips bucked up into his textured touch in response, but instead of pulling away like he had with your chest, your partner's pace only grew more insistent against you.

A shuddering breath left your lungs, some form of a ‘yeah,’ following shortly after as you felt your cock twitch within his grasp.

“H-hold on, please.” You held up one hand as you panted, as you felt sweat slickening over your back and forehead, as that tightening knot down below threatened to come undone all too soon.

Kent's hands paused their movement, but stayed upon you as your gazes met.

“Something wrong?”

“No, god no, the opposite.” You chuckled, but Kent only blinked at you.

“Getting too close, that’s all. Want this to last longer. I want… Want to touch you.”

A moment of consideration, and then Kent’s hands left your protesting cock.

“Okay.” He said with a new certainty, shifting back to give you room to sit up.

With that, you rose, and set your hands upon his body gently, encouraging your partner to lie down in your place on the mattress, before you returned his earlier favor, and tentatively removed his trousers and the underwear beneath.

Silver Shroud boxer-briefs… You noted with a fond smile, Who could’ve guessed?

You made no comment to him though, continuing with your efforts without pause. You allowed the clothes to pile up on the floor, and took in the full sight of your partner spread out beneath you.

Much like Kent earlier in the evening, you just couldn’t help yourself.

Soon, your lips found him-- his lips-- briefly in a sweet, chaste kiss, then to his neck, drawing a shining line of spit over his collar bone with your wet lips, down to his chest, mouthing and leaving teasing, light lovebites in your wake as you steadily moved lower down his body.

A fresh bout of breathy sighs and whines left your partner at your actions, and shudders of pleasure ran up and down through your nerves at the way he sounded from your attentions, the way he blissfully moaned out your name, how his voice caressed the hotel-room air as though he were whispering it for everyone in the world to hear. To hear and to know that you loved him, and that he loved this, despite all odds.

Because it was with you.

You couldn’t help but warm fondly at the thought, and at the realization that you felt the same such way.

As your lips set upon his lower stomach, grazing lightly over his pubic bone, you felt the heat of Kent's own rising erection building so near to your face. The next instant, and one hand was upon him lightly, gentle, asking touches that had him nodding wildly in approval above you, until you took his textured girth in-hand, and began to leisurely stroke. He was already mostly hard, already leaking like you were, and, also like you, Kent was pleading for you to ease up only moments after you’d began your ministrations.

“So, ah…” You both had to stop and take a couple of breaths, allowing your mind to clear somewhat before you voiced your inquiry. “You want to try for the main event?”

Inwardly, you cringed at your wording, making it sound like some show or sporting contest, when really… this was something softer, unostentatious, just… honest. Even with the romance that bled into it, the theatre of the candles and flower pedals and the honeymoon suite... the act itself was more subdued than any act upon a stage, or any great concert in an arena, it was just another soft chapter of your love story. It was words on a page: tangible, but only just so, only by the hands that caress it, by the eyes that so thoughtfully take it in.

“I-I do…” Kent said, his words hushed, but tinged with excitement.

You could see though, that he wanted to say something more, and with a swallow, he did.

“So, you want to, um… be on top?”

You blinked in surprise at his forwardness, but still, you were grateful for it. Not only did it open up the conversation, as you had planned on doing yourself, but it showed that he was actively participating in this. He was choosing to be with you, and of course, of course that was necessary to continue in any capacity, but so far in your relationship, you’d lead the way. Kent was more tentative, less confident, less experienced, but when he made an effort to participate so enthusiastically, it just… it put your mind and heart at ease. He told you time and time again, ‘I want this.’ but words and actions are different, and after all he’d been through… you needed all he could give to determine how enthusiastic-- how ready-- he truly was.

“That’s… well,” You started, “That’s all I’ve ever done, um, so far, you know, with Nora... Um, so I wouldn’t mind it, but… Where would you be most comfortable?”

“Why don’t you take the lead this time?” Kent offered with a shaky voice, and stayed put where he was lying back on the bed, giving you your answer in more ways than one.

With a nod, you slid off the mattress, and though Kent was surely surprised as you left him briefly, any inquiries of his were answered a moment later, when you settled yourself at the foot of the bed with a bottle of lube clasped in one hand.

Hancock’s ‘most important tip,’ as he had put it.

"Don't be shy with this stuff, trust me, heh."

He'd winked then too, but the genuine insistence was there in his words, and you weren't about to ignore them.

“It might be a little cold,” You warned as you squirted a generous amount into the palm of one hand, “but lemme just…”

You rubbed both hands together, trying to warm the gel up a bit, before lowering them between your partner’s legs. With a swallow of his nerves, Kent spread them wider for you, and with his invitation extended, you began to touch him.

He gasped at first, but even so, you felt his body making efforts to relax as your hands grazed over his most intimate places. Slowly, you allowed your fingers to ease downward from his erection, down the seam of his ass until you reached his hole, tentatively spreading the slick of the lube there as you tried to pleasure him all at once. You felt Kent clench just a tad, before the pressure eased, and you heard a deep breath leave him.

“This okay?” You questioned, keeping your gaze locked to his expression as your hands moved.

“Y-yeah, Sole. Just… slow.”

“Slow.” You repeated, your own breath becoming shaky as you felt your arousal pooling low in your stomach. Unwittingly, you found one of your slickened hands pulling away and going to your own cock, stroking and spreading the lube over your length as your other hand continued familiarizing Kent with your intimate touch.

One finger prodded gently at his asshole, and the faintest of moans left him at the near-intrusion.

“You like that?” Your expression soon became a bit smug, proud of the way your touch obviously excited him.

Kent didn’t answer, not with words, anyway, but as you did it again, his hardened member gave an excited little jerk of its own, and another– lovely– involuntary sound spilled from his parted lips.

Your partner relaxed further back into the mattress as you continued toying with him, until, with relative ease, you found your prodding index finger sinking into him. The movement was accompanied by a throaty groan, but you honestly weren’t sure if the noise had come from you or him.

Both, perhaps. Your thoughts suggested, and you felt your cheeks heat at that.

Kent tightened momentarily around the new sensation as you probed a bit further, and you allowed time for him to adjust while your other hand worked over your pulsing cock.

Once he’d relaxed enough for the pressure to let up, you began to withdraw, before pushing back in once more. It was slow, steady, just like the rest of the blissful night had been.

Eventually, one finger turned to two, and you thrust them unhurriedly, lovingly so; kneading and curling your fingers against his pliant walls, and pulling a menagerie of unusually wanton noises from your coy, intimately sheepish other half.

“God, I love the sounds you’re making for me, love.” You leaned your body over his slightly, letting your skin brush his as you continued working your fingers in and out of him, your half-lidded gaze set religiously on the way his brows creased together, how the muscles in his throat strained, his chest rose and fell with the rhythm of your movements.

“... Can I–?”

You tried to begin your inquiry, but Kent’s half-moan, half-plead stopped you in your tracks.

“Yes,” He whined out, “Yes, Sole, I-I'm ready for you.”

The words had you quivering, had your eyes fogging over in bliss, your cock nudging up into your hand as if to encourage you to move forward.

Who were you to deny it? To deny him?

You scooted even closer to your partner, as you withdrew your fingers from him, and placed your free hand over one hip, holding Kent in place beneath you as the other guided the tip of your cock to rest at his entrance.

“Please.” Kent looked like a dream as he eagerly shimmied his hips into you, his own cock drooling a strand of translucent pre-cum onto his soft stomach as you fought to hold yourself back. All of this, his pleading for you, the sight of him spread out beneath your body, the feel of his warmth, the smell of sex and spiced candles in the air, it had you straining and leaking all the same as your partner was.

But you had to be gentle, had to be slow. With that thought in mind, you nudged the head of your cock against him, and gradually, pressed your hips forward. You were pleased by the way he relented to you so easily, the feel of him damn-near making tears form in your eyes at the way his heat encased your sensitive tip, clenching and thrusting towards you, demanding more.

“Good?” Your voice strained out the word.

Kent nodded frantically, one hand going to grasp at your wrist where you were holding onto his hips, and giving you an encouraging squeeze.

With that, you allowed yourself to push steadily in further, feeling the delicious drag of his walls over you, the pleasant ease of the slick lubricant only making your movements more fluid, more blissful.

Twin gasps left your lips as you finally bottomed out inside him, and you felt Kent’s grasp over your wrist tighten almost to the point of pain as his breath picked up in his chest.

“Geeze, Sole…” He rasped as he blinked up at you, sky-blue eyes hazy like fog over the ocean as they clouded over with pleasure.

“You feel so good.” You moaned out, and felt his body shudder at the sound of your praise. It was all you needed to begin pulling yourself out, only a couple inches, before easing your length back inside. Kent’s free hand tugged at the fabric of the comforter as your pace picked up, his teeth set together as his jaw clenched; you hoped, from the overwhelming pleasure, and not discomfort.

“Feel so good around me… Doing so well, baby.” You encouraged as your breath picked up with the steadily increasing pace of your thrusts. “You doing okay?”

“Mmhm. Ah-huh.” A whine escaped his throat, but the way it left him at the same moment his cock spilled another bead of pre-cum over his skin allowed you to make a pretty sound determination.

“You like this, love?”

Another thrust, this one a tad more aggressive than any before it, and you heard the skin of your hips meet his ass with a resounding clap.

“Y-yeah, I do.” The sound of his raised voice went straight to your throbbing member, growing all the harder within him at the strain you detected there, but also the sheer honesty. His want for this, for you inside him, for you to be engaging in this scary, intimate act together that was more worth it than you ever could’ve imagined.

This is what intimacy means. Two people unselfishly and unabashedly loving one another, supporting one another, yearning for one another. You accepting him, and him, you. Love, free of judgement, completely honest, completely overwhelming in its sincerity.

You yearned to see Kent like this a thousand more times, to feel him surrounding you, his body and yours singing praises to each other while your minds and hearts embraced in the same such way.

“Kent, ah…” A more drawn-out moan forced itself from your throat, and he clenched at the way you whined his name.

“Babe, I-I love you.” You managed, and your partner gasped, his eyes bursting open at the sound of your precious words.

“You… you mean that?” His hand on you tightened its grip.

“Always, baby.” You said so quickly you nearly cut him off, “I love everything about you, and I… I love you for trusting me this way.”

You leaned over him now, and felt Kent adjust himself to allow you to lay comfortably over top him. Your chests brushed together, shared breaths mingling in the small space that separated your faces. You were as close to him as one could be to another, and still, you craved more.

“I love you too, Sole. More than I ever thought I c-could love someone.”

His whispered words drew your lips to his, and held you there, reveling in the feel of his touch, his taste, the sweet massage of his textured lips against yours.

Your thrusts into him had eased as you spoke, but now, they picked back up, the force of them jolting your bodies and the large mattress below until you heard the springs straining under your combined weight.

A gasp left Kent each time your cock hilted inside him, and soon enough, you were forced to separate from the kiss, as you both quickly became winded.

“I-I’m getting close.” You managed as you felt your blood rushing, your stomach tightening, fire flowing through your veins.

“I am too.” Kent almost sounded surprised, like that fact had snuck up on him, and you grinned as you focused the grinding of your hips more strategically, flexing and unflexing your stomach muscles where his leaking erection was trapped between your bodies.

His gasps turned to moans, Kent’s hips bucking upwards to meet you, to increase the friction over his aching cock, before his breath hitched in his chest, and he released.

A searing warmth blossomed between your bodies as he met his blissful end beneath you. Your eyes stayed locked to his expression as he rode out his pleasure, fixating on the way his jaw dropped, his eyes closed tightly, his little phantom nose wrinkled as he tensed and writhed and bucked up into you like his life depended on your closeness for its survival.

His expression, the way he clenched around you, his warmth, his spend dripping onto your skin, it was too much, and you followed right after him.

Kent’s legs wrapped around you, holding your body firmly in place as you shouted out your own release, spilling deep inside him. He came down from his high just as you were riding yours out, groaning at the feel of you finishing so deep within, the continuing pressure of your cock against his sore walls, the oversensitivity of your stomach grinding against his tired cock proving almost too much, until finally, you stilled over top him.

Both of you merely existed for a moment, panting out your exertion while you stayed pressed together snugly and basked in the pleasant afterglow of your first union together.

With a protesting sort of grunt though, you began to ease yourself up and out of your partner. You’d laid a towel over the headrest of the bed in preparation, and grabbed it now with one shaky hand, bringing it between your bodies to swipe away the mess of lube and spend. Kent was nearly asleep, his eyes half-closed as he watched you clean him with a tired little grin upon his lips.

Unable to resist the call of that sweet, endearing expression, you bent down to press a kiss to his smiling mouth, before collapsing on the comforter beside him.

“That was…” You started, shaking your head as you tried to finish the sentence, but there… there weren't the words to describe the bliss you’d just felt.

“It was better than the Silver Shroud.” Kent whispered, almost chuckling to himself, even as your eyebrows flew high up on your forehead at his confession.

There was certainly humor there, but also genuine surprise as you sat up to look at him-- to question both the soundness of that statement and his state of mind.

“It was?!”

A chuckle and a nod were your answer, his precious blue eyes crinkling with mirth at your animated response.

"Wow... that's saying a lot, baby. You sure you're okay?"

With that, Kent scooted his body closer to yours, warming your heart as his arms wrapped about you without a measly ounce of hesitation.

"Honestly?" His sleepy voice rasped, "I don't think there's a time I've ever been better."

#fallout #fallout 4 #fallout companions #fallout 4 companions #fallout 4 npcs #fallout npc #fo4 #fo4 kent connolly #kent connolly #kent x sole #m!sole #ghouls #dwd.nsfw #kinktober #kinktober 2023

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charlessmiths-wife · 1 year ago

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I’ve realised that my accounts display is highly RDR2 centric, specifically Charles - yet I haven’t made any posts in any way pertaining to either of them! And they’re my greatest loves!

So without ANY FURTHER ADO I present a few of my nearest and dearest headcanons for the gang (most of them are probably incredibly basic… also so biased to my big three of Arthur/charles/sadie)

CW!!!!!! mentions of violence

Under the cut if you’re interested!

-> Arthur has a small barely noticeable scar on his neck, just below where his beard finishes. He tells everyone he simply got it one day when he accidentally nicked himself whilst shaving - only John and Hosea know the truth. He got it when a member of an enemy gang held a knife to his neck too hard once, threatening him. It didn’t go on long enough to cause any lasting damage. Suffice to say Hosea took care of things before it reached that point.

-> Throughout his whole life, Arthur struggled to differentiate the kinds of love he felt. He loved Mary and Eliza, I truly believe it was romantically, in Mary’s case and he was aware of this, though there’s less to go off of with Eliza - but in terms of his relationship with members of the gang, that’s slightly more difficult. He knows he loves John like a brother, Dutch and Hosea like a father, and Sadie like a sister. His love for Charles is… different to all those, very much so less familial. But he died before ever figuring out what it was.

-> Charles and Sadie visit his grave every year. John also does, but not with them, he prefers to go alone.

-> After Arthur dies, Abigail tries so hard to get John to open up. He never really does. The closest he gets to doing so is when he kills Micah.

-> Sadie never EVER forgets Jake, as much as I would love to be a sadigail truther (and I truly believe there’s certainly a lil fruit in Sadie’s punch if you get me) Sadie never finds the connection she had with him anywhere else.

-> I’ve already touched on Charthur, whilst I certainly think the possibility of feelings developing was right there, I don’t think it could ever have materialised within the time frame of RDR2

-> in some hypothetical and beautiful universe in which Arthur lived, it takes years for Arthur to realise his feelings - even more so to actually act on them.

-> that is, if he chose to act on them. Something tells me Arthur would stay silent, and opt to let Charles make the first move if he wished.

-> When Arthur got sick, Sadie actually silently believed he would get better. Somewhere deep down she knew that was likely impossible - but she wanted to believe it wouldn’t happen again, she wanted to believe someone she cared for wouldn’t be taken from her for another time. It was easier for her to believe than accept reality at times.

-> John also believed silently he would get better, the gang had always pulled through, no matter what - it was hard for him to comprehend Arthur might not be around anymore.

-> out of the three of them, Charles was the only one who I believe truly accepted Arthur’s fate before it happened.

-> I think Dutch did care for John and Arthur, and the whole gang at a point. But Dutch, in my opinion, has an innate desire (more than anything) to feel in control and protect himself and his leadership. A combination of the death of Hosea and the manipulation of Micah (as well as Dutch’s own personal desires and characteristics) are what I believe led to his care for the gang dissolving into care for only himself.

-> not rlly a headcannon, more of an opinion - but Javier gets too much hate. He chose to stand against John and Arthur, but in my opinion, this seems understandable if you look at it from his perspective? His loyalty lay with Dutch because Dutch, in his mind, SAVED him. He gave him family, support, food, and, well - life, for want of another word.

-> I firmly believe that, if Shaun was still alive, he would’ve done the exact same thing as Javi.

-> (coming from the most DIEHARD FAN so please recognise this is no hate) but sometimes I think Arthur gets well.. watered down too much as being presented as a good man who was living in unfortunate circumstances. And whilst I’d say this is largely true, at least on a good honour play through - I’d also say it’s largely true for many of the other members of the gang? Sadie, John, Abigail, Javier, Charles, Lenny… I’d say they’re just some of the examples of characters who would also fit such characterisation and deserve the same sympathy as Arthur

-> John was the BEST at playing cards back in camp, Arthur never knew how. It infuriated him.

-> “Goddamn bastard… fool at damn near everything else… but a goddamn wizard at poker…”

That’s all! Feel free to add any you have yourself in the comments :)

#rdr2 #arthur morgan #charles smith #sadie adler #john marston #abigail roberts #dutch van der linde #hosea matthews #javier escuella #red dead redemption community #red dead redemption 2 #red dead redemption #periodically I forget how much I love this game #k talks #also if yous want any more PLEASE FEEL FREE TO ASK #cus I’ve got #plenty more where that came from

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quietwingsinthesky · 1 month ago

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I take the time loop and I FIX the Lucy 👀

note 1 to take from this being the wip title: i need to stop naming my documents after monster factory quotes. note 2: this is the torment machine and i am putting lucy in it.

basically. okay. outline of the story is i am putting lucy into a timeloop that starts... well, either starts upon kidnapping desmond and getting him into the facility or starts like directly when AC1 starts just to make it even more jarring for her. and it ends when she dies, because she always dies. she pretty soon also discovers that it ends if desmond dies, too. she discovers this because she kills him. like, more than once. a lot, probably. lucy's initial solution to the timeloop is not 'tell people and get help', though that doesn't work, but it's 'desmond can't kill me if he's already dead' mixed with a little 'this is a mercy killing, it's better for him this way'. because she is, understandably, extremely fucked up from being trapped in a loop of her own murder and desmond is both the guy who keeps leading to that pain continuing but also someone she cares about.

like. i do want this to have. if not a happy ending, then an ambiguously hopeful one? i want her to get out of that temple alive. that's the goal i AM fixing the lucy.

shaun or rebecca might have to die in her place a few times first and lead to her purposefully resetting the loop, (possibly with desmond's help? guy's already wacked out on time memory bullshit. eventually, he is going to believe her when she figures out how to prove that this is happening, and he's going to want to get her out. even if he knows she killed him a bunch. because he killed her first, and desmond does kind of seem like the kind of guy to feel guilty over actions he took in another timeline that he had no control over. and there is something beautifully fucked up about desmond letting lucy kill him in return to reset the loop even though they've both 'survived', because they know, they can't keep going forward in a world where someone else died in lucy's place. there has to be another way out. maybe.)

like i said. i take the time loop and i fix the lucy. but she does have to suffer before that <3

The Animus is a little like putting a human brain in a microwave and heating it slowly enough that the hidden aromas leak out. It’s not something that can be undone. You can’t uncook meat, and you can’t unslaughter the animal that died for it.

Lucy should stop missing breakfast, but dying makes her nauseous.

Desmond is limp and sweating. The first few sessions had been the hardest on him physically. Are always the hardest on him. His body develops a better handle on it than his mind, and… She never really gets to see if his mind gets a handle on it at all. If Desmond stops seeing ghosts or if he starts to believe he’s one of them. It’s her fault, and her fingers move along the variable controls of the Animus.

The benefits of a long-term study: you have a few decades of free time before they matter. All the projections that whisper about brain tumors are just hearsay until one of your subjects develops one, and you don’t have to let any of them live long enough for that to happen. The mice fared worse. She wasn’t on that team, but they still delivered the pictures taken of foaming mouths, wild-wide eyes.

Desmond twitches. A failure in the machine. Every muscle in his body should be shut down; all the electrical impulses in his brain are feeding into the Animus, and the Animus is reflecting them back and out to its monitors in waves of radiation Abstergo claims as harmless.

Sweat is drenching his shirt. Warren finally pays attention when the Animus betrays her with a warning of overclocking.

“End the simulation, Lucy,” Warren orders.

Her fingers move to the controls to do so before she can think.

Desmond convulses, and she locks the settings instead. Warren can override her, always, but it will take him precious seconds. Seconds he wastes. First another command, “Lucy, turn off the Animus.” Then, he is close, and his hands are on her arm, his nails digging in, and he is dragging her away. Her skin aches when he shoves her out of his way. Desmond’s mouth is open. She stares at the wet wreckage of it, and she’s glad he doesn’t open his eyes.

She would have listened to Warren if Desmond had opened his eyes.

[wip tag game]

#aksjfkjfks sorry this is so long i have many thoughts on Her. i loves her. fucks her up worse about it #lucy should be allowed to commit murder! its for her own good!#rip desmond its fine you’ll be back next loop good as new. she does have to microwave your brain until it explodes tho.#ask

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princehendir · 11 months ago

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Do you want to elaborate about the alice postpartum post 👉👈

Yeah actually. I kinda do!

[cw: mental health issues, emotional abuse, some gaslighting, implied reproductive coercion. Probably some other stuff.]

So. Alice spends most of Shaun's baby-hood feeling like he's Not Real, though she's not really able to articulate what exactly she means by that, as well being kind of generally aware that it's not true, despite the fact that it feels really really true. That's not a real baby, and if it is a real baby it's definitely not her baby. Which she knows isn't rational but can't quite shake.

She also off-and-on feels like she's Not Real, other people Aren't Real, the world isn't Real, etc. which she was already having a problem with during the pregnancy but it got worse after the birth. Lots of depersonalization/derealization issues. Some of it is definitely the hormones but the emotional manipulator husband who Gently Encouraged her to keep a baby she wasn't 100% sure about (among other things) definitely also contributed.

The pregnancy went very well physically though, despite her emotional/mental issues. And the fact that Nate keeps using the term "easy pregnancy" (we're so lucky!) is slowly turning her evil.

She also gets increasingly paranoid about Codsworth the longer he's in the house. Really convinced that he's Up To Something and either talking to the police about her or spying on her for Nate, who she thinks might have bought him for specifically that reason (it's unclear how plausible this actually is).

Paranoid in general also, after the birth. Like, is worried that the neighbors Know Things about her, that the police are coming any minute, that sort of thing. And unfortunately a lot of her paranoia isn't fully without basis. She & Nate are very much living under stolen identities because they have warrants out. And Nate is kind of getting too into/overselling his whole "I'm a veteran" thing (he's not, to be clear) and there's genuine reason to worry that he might get cocky and blow their cover. So this is the stuff that's hardest for her to manage while she's trying to get her stuff together enough to get out.

(If I never mentioned this, part of her whole deal is that the day the bombs dropped was also the day she was planning on leaving him and starting over on the west coast. Like she had this whole thing worked out where she was going to slip out while he was giving his little speech at the Veterans Hall (which again, insane & ill-advised thing to do given that he's not actually a veteran and living under a stolen identity, but we don't need to go into all that rn) and get in her car and just start driving. Shaun was not actually part of this plan until like two days before, when she decided that it felt morally weird to her to abandon a baby even if it still didn't really feel like Her Baby.)

(The paranoia actually ends up fucking this plan up for her. She freaks herself out and tries to leave early because she thinks Nate's onto her (he isn't) and then he catches her packing a bag and finally figures out what's going on. They're actively fighting in the nursery and he's trying to prevent her from leaving when the news alert comes on about the bombs. In a weird irony, the war starting when it did was kind of lucky for her, because we were hitting "this is about to escalate, worried neighbors are calling 911" around that point and I'm not really sure what would've happened otherwise.)

Also, on the subject of Nate, she does start to think about killing him a lot. Which, to be fair, she also thinks about when she's more lucid (normal side effect of Nate exposure imo) but for a while there it definitely falls more on the "violent intrusive thoughts/violent impulses" end of the scale than the "morally bad but rational murder fantasy" one. This is actually what spurs her into working on an exit plan, it was either leaving or murder, and one of those is slightly easier to get away with.

She's doing a lot better during the main part of fo4, which is nice. But the fact that she was unwell & not really able to bond with Shaun when he was a baby really contributes to a lot of how she handles the main plotline. She doesn't feel as strongly about what happened as she thinks* she should, and she's not really sure what to do about that. Lying about how much she misses her baby feels wrong, but being honest feels a lot worse.

*thinks that other people think?

#oc: alice (allegedly)#rip miss alice. you would have either loved or hated the breaking bad episode ''ozymandias''

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silver138 · 3 months ago

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Perfectly Flawed - Chapter 30

word count - 3.2k warnings - cursing, mentions of alcohol, zombies? (a movie), discussion of food Summary: Spencer and Lina swap bad date stories and hang out a bit…

As we walk back to my apartment, we effortlessly laugh and talk, the complete opposite of what I went through with Brad. God, I wish my date had been with Spencer. He's so much easier to get along with.

As Spencer goes off on a tangent about some of the physics behind how the TARDIS could actually move through space and time, I can't help but smile and think, It doesn't hurt that he's also smart and cute as hell, too...

As we get back to my apartment, I pull my keys out and open the door. Ushering Spencer instead, I close and lock my door, plop my purse down on the floor, and hang up my coat. I motion to Spencer to hand me his coat so I can hang it up.

After we both take our shoes off, I look down and notice his socks, one red and white striped and one blue argyle. "Hey, Doc, did you know you have two different socks on?" I ask, walking to my DVDs.

Spencer looks down and back up, blushes, and says, "O-oh yeah, I know. It's-it's an old superstition. Wearing matching socks is supposed to be unlucky. It's something I got from my grandmother..."

I raise my eyebrows and say, "Really? I don't think I've ever heard that one before. That's pretty cool. Can you tell if it actually is luckier to wear mismatched socks?"

He shrugs and says, "Well, the one time I sprained my ankle, I was wearing matching socks, so, maybe?"

Grabbing the DVD set of series 1, I walk over and put it down on my coffee table. Heading back to the DVDs, I turn my head to talk to Spencer. He's standing next to the couch, coffee in one hand and fidgeting with the messenger bag still looped around his body with the other.

"You can sit down, Spence. Relax a little." I say softly.

He looks over at me and quickly says, "O-oh, y-yeah, ok..." and puts down his bag next to the couch and sits down, albeit a bit rigidly.

I turn back to look through my DVDs and ask him, "Hey, how do you feel about a funny horror movie?"

"I'm good with that, what were you thinking of?" he replies.

I grab the DVD, turn around, and ask, "Have you ever seen Shaun of the Dead?"

"I have, actually," he says, continuing when I spin around to find something else. "But I'm ok with watching it again."

I turn back again and say, "You sure?"

He nods and says, "I sort of enjoy watching and reading things over and over, to be honest. It's...kind of soothing."

I smile and put the DVD in, heading to the couch. "Ah, I can understand that, doing that calms me down, too," I say, standing in front of the couch.

He nods and says, "Hmm...are you going to sit? Do you want me to move?"

I chew my lip and shake my head. "Nah, you're good where you are. I, ah, I just kinda...wanted to warn you that I'm a bit of a snuggler, though. And I know you still aren't too big on physical contact. So I was just trying to figure out where would be a good place to sit and not bug you."

He flushes and quietly says, "O-oh, um, well, I-I think I'd be ok if you sat next to me, I don't think it'd be a problem...i-if you're ok with it, I mean."

I smile and grab the remote while saying, "If you're sure, Doc. But if it starts to be too much, I'll move, ok?"

He nods and says, "Y-yeah, I'll let you know. P-please, sit down?" I gently sit down next to him, starting the DVD.

As the previews start, I look at Spencer and ask, "So, Doc, you ever have a date as bad as the one you just helped me escape from?"

"Um, kind of? I think it counts as a date, at least..." he says, looking down at his hands.

I lean back onto the couch and say, "Oh, yeah? Could I ask what happened?"

"Oh, uh, well, I don't think she knew it was meant to be a date. She-she brought a friend with her..." he explains.

I give a short groan and grimace. "Oh, no! That's gotta suck..."

He looks up and gives me a small smile. "Yeah, well, I should consider myself lucky, I at least got along with both of them," he says with a small chuckle.

I snort and say, "Yeah, hopefully, your supposed-to-be date didn't flirt with anyone while you were there, too."

He laughs a bit more while saying, "No, there was that, at least..."

I laugh again and sigh, saying, "God, I can't believe that date, the guy was a total asshat for the 5 minutes we spent together."

Spencer completely cracks up and says in between gasps of air, "Asshat? I don't think...I've ever heard...that one before..."

I grin and reply, "Oh, really? Yeah, he was...absolutely awful. He made fun of me for reading and not drinking, called me uptight, just..."

Spencer makes a face and nods solemnly while saying, "Yeah, he's an asshat, alright..."

I look at him and laugh for a good half a minute, and say while catching my breath, "That...just sounded...kinda weird...coming from...you, Doc...but...thank you..."

After our laughter dies down, I say wistfully, "Well, here's hoping the second date I go on is better than my first..." and take a drink of my now-luke-warm chocolate.

Spencer looks at me and quietly says, "Wait, that was supposed to be your first date ever?" I nod, and he continues. "I-wow, I'm sorry. That's...really awful, Lina."

I shrug and say, "Eh, it's not your fault. I just...have no luck with romance."

"Yeah? We seem to have that in common..." Spencer says.

"Well," I start while raising my drink, "Here's to having bad luck together, and maybe trying to figure out how to change it, hmm?" He smiles and 'clinks' his drink with mine.

"Yeah, that would be nice..." he agrees while we set our cups down on the coffee table.

As the movie starts, I start shifting to get comfortable and say, "OK, Spence, if you want me to move, let me know, please."

"I-I'm good, go ahead." he stammers out.

"OK..." I mumble to myself, leaning against him a little as I settle in for the movie. I feel more than hear the breath he lets out and I ask, "Still ok there, Doc?"

"Yup!" he squeaks out.

"I can still move if you want me to, Spence," I tell him gently.

"N-no, i-it's-you're ok, you can stay there. Please," he says quietly.

I sigh and we watch about the first ten minutes in silence, when Spencer says in a voice barely above a whisper, "I-I know I'm not the one you dressed up for, but I wanted to say that you look pretty, Lina. I feel bad about how your date went."

I can feel the blood rush to my cheeks as I look at him and say, "Thank you, Spencer. That makes me feel a bit better." He gives me a timid smile and turns back to the movie. After a few more minutes, I mumble to myself, "I wish I could get used to them saying 'Zed' instead of 'Zee'. I wonder why they say it like that, anyway..."

Spencer clears his throat and says, "Um, w-well, our letter 'Zee' comes from the ancient Greek letter 'Zeta'. It eventually became 'Zede' in old French, which when passed into the English language, became 'Zed'."

I look at him and say, "Really? That's...that's pretty cool. Thanks for the explanation, Spence."

A smile grows on his face, and he quietly says, "Y-you're welcome..." He seems to relax a bit more after that.

As we continue to watch the movie, Spencer and I occasionally mention things we find interesting in the movie, every once in a while ending in both of us laughing. After the movie ends, I get up to take the movie out.

"Hey, I know it's getting close to dinner time, did you wanna order something?" I ask Spencer.

"Oh, um, yeah, that sounds good. Did you have anything in mind?" he asks.

"Not really, did you wanna think about what to get while I go do something really quick?" I ask as I head towards the bathroom.

"I-OK..." I hear him say, as I pass by my dresser to pick up my glasses.

Taking out my contacts and putting them in the case, I put my glasses on. Walking back out, I say to Spencer, "So, what were you thinking of for food tonight?"

"Oh, well, I was thinking..." he starts, stopping when he looks up at me.

"You were thinking...what? Why are you staring, I didn't mess up my makeup that badly, did I?" I joke.

He opens and closes his mouth a few times before stumbling out, "Wh-when did you get glasses?"

Giving him a cheeky smile, I tell him, "Oh, when I was 10. But I started wearing contacts when I was about 16. You truly never noticed before? I swear, sometimes, by the end of the day, I was nearly rubbing my eyes out of my head..."

I finish walking and stop in front of Spencer while he still stares at me. I finally ask, "Do I look that bad with them?"

He lets out a choked sound then rushes to say, "No, no, no, I-I'm just...I-I didn't know you wore glasses. They look nice, honest."

I raise my eyebrows and give him an 'I-don't-really-believe-you-but-okay' look, then ask him again, "So, food for tonight? Your thoughts?"

He blinks a few times, then says, "R-right, food. Uh, did you-have you ever had Indian food?"

Walking over to grab the Doctor Who box, I reply, "I can't say I have. I'm not great with heat, though, so I'm willing to try it if you can help me choose something mild." I turn around to show Spencer the box and ask, "Is it ok if we start watching this after we put our order in?"

"Um, sure. I, uh, I actually don't like a whole lot of spicy foods, either, so I usually get tandoori chicken," he says.

"Oh yeah?" I say as I put in the first disc in the set and close the tray. "What's in it?" I ask him, walking to the couch and sitting down.

"Well, there's chicken, of course, and it's marinated in a mixture of dahi, or a type of yogurt, along with tandoori masala, which is a spice blend. It's then cooked in a tandoor oven, which is where it got the name, and it's seasoned with turmeric and either cayenne pepper or red chili powder," he explains as his hands tent nervously.

"Really? That sounds good, but do you know of any other mild dishes?" I ask, patting the couch to ask him to sit down. As he slowly walks over and sits back down, he continues.

"Well, there's butter chicken if you're looking for something else. It's chicken marinated in a mixture of lemon juice, yogurt, red chili, salt, garam masala, ginger paste, and garlic paste," he says, turning to me and continuing.

"It's served with a sauce made with butter, tomato, garlic, ginger, and various spices, depending on the region, but it's guaranteed to be mild regardless of which variation they use." he finishes, giving me a tight smile.

"Huh. You're better than Wikipedia, Doc!" I say with a small laugh. He gives me a slightly puzzled look, and I tell him, "You know, 'the online encyclopedia'." He nods, then I hum and say, "Y'know, your brain's kinda like the TARDIS, isn't it? Bigger on the inside..."

I turn and smile at him, and he gives me a shy smile and flushes. "So, uh, were there any other dishes you wanted to hear about, or..." he asks, trailing off.

"Oh! Um, butter chicken sounds good. Where do you order from?" I ask as I stand up to grab a phone book.

"I, um, I can call, I don't mind," he says, pulling his phone out. I get up to grab a piece of paper and a pencil and start writing my address down for when Spencer needs to give it over the phone.

I slide the paper to him while he calls in our order, mouthing a 'Thank you' after reading it. I get up and grab a bottle of water for each of us, then bring it over and set one down in front of him. After he finishes the call, he says, "They say it should be here 45 minutes to an hour from now."

Sitting back down on the couch, I ask, "So, first episode while we wait?"

As he sits back on the couch, he says, "Yeah, that sounds good." As I get comfortable, I look at Spencer to see if he's ok with how close I am to him. He flushes and gives me a small smile, turning to the TV, and as I start the DVD, the first notes of the theme song start to play.

*************

As the ending strains of the 3rd episode fade out, Spencer stands and stretches. "That was...really fun, thank you, Lina," he says with a smile.

I give him one in return and reply, "You're welcome, Doc. Maybe we can do it again?"

He grabs his shoes and says, "I'd like that. Accompany you on your rewatch, if you're ok with that."

I grin and say, "Yeah, that'd be awesome! What day is good for you, Doc?"

Shrugging his coat on, he says, "Well, my Saturdays are pretty free, if you're alright with then?"

I nod, pick up his satchel, and hand it to him while saying, "Sounds good to me, Spence. I guess, keep it flexible in case we get called in?" He adjusts the strap across his body and nods.

"Well, unless we get called in beforehand, I suppose I'll see you Monday, then?" Spencer says, fidgeting with his bag. I nod and smile at him, and we walk to the door.

As I open it, he exits and as he heads to the elevator and waits for it to open, I stand and wave to him, saying, "I'll see you Monday, Doc."

The door opens, and he gives me a little wave before he heads on. Before he can head on, though, Val walks out of it and into the hallway. "Oh, sorry, excuse me," I can hear Spencer say, veering out of her way as he walks onto the elevator.

"You're good, no worries," she says, looking up and seeing me at the door, then turns to look at him before the elevator doors close.

After the elevator starts its descent, she books it over to me, an amused look on her face. "That was not Brad, was it?" she asks, pointing at the elevator.

Flushing, I turn and enter the apartment, saying, "Ah, no, no, that was very much not Brad." I hear the door close, and I turn to see her taking her coat off and tossing it haphazardly onto the rack, hanging her bag on top of it.

"So, who the hell was it, then?" she asks, arms crossed.

Scratching my cheek lightly, I say, "Uh, that-that was Spencer. You remember me talking about him, right?"

She snorts and says, "How could I forget? 'Spencer' this, and 'Spencer' that." she sits down on the couch.

"What happened with Brad? He did show up, right?" she asks, taking her boots off and flinging them over to where the other shoes are.

I snort and say, "Yeah, but I wish he hadn't..."

Squinting her eyes as she looks at me, she asks, "Why? Don't tell me he showed up hung over or something..."

"I mean, I don't think he was, but he sure as hell was obnoxious. Holy hell, Val, how did you think he and I had anything in common?!" I asked incredulously.

She grimaces as she says, "Ah, shit, I guess the rumors were true, then..." I look at her and stare, waiting for her to continue.

"Oh, he seemed decent at work, though. But, it's been said he's kind of a...frat bro...when he's off work. I'm guessing that's true?" she says delicately.

I sit on the arm of the couch and scoff, saying, "That's an understatement, Val. He was a total douchebag. He made fun of me because I like to read."

She sucks a breath in and says, "Well, shit, sorry about that, Lina. He's not really an asshole at work, guess he saves it for his off time..." She leans over the back of the couch and says, "Meanwhile, there was something today that seemed to work out for you, huh?"

Grinning, I glance at her and say, "Uh, yeah, I guess it did..."

After a few beats of silence, I turn back to her, to see her giving me an expression that says, 'Well? You gonna tell me?'

I snort and tell her how the events of the day unfolded, telling her about meeting Brad, the subsequent conversation that quickly tanked, finding him hitting on not one, but two other women; and finally, the goodbye in which he couldn't even get my name right.

"That dumb fuck," she hisses. "OK, but, tell me the good shit that happened to you," she says.

I smile and tell her about bumping into Spencer, asking him if he wanted to hang out, and us coming back here to watch stuff together and talk. "Oh, uh, we also had dinner, so if you wanted something, I could order it for you..." I say with a sheepish smile.

She looks at me with an unreadable expression, then says, "Y'know, I'm seriously pissed that Brad was such an asshole, and I'm really sorry about that, I swear, I thought he was a decent guy. On the other hand, I'm completely stoked that you finally spent some time with the guy you've been crushin' on." She gathers me in a hug and says in a fake sniffly voice, "My gal's growing up!"

I snort and say, "Ah, cut it out, Val..." and we both start laughing.

After a few minutes, the laughter dies out and she asks, "So, what did you guys watch, anyway?"

"Oh, uh, we watched Shaun of the Dead and some Doctor Who," I say.

She gets up and chuckles, saying, "Oh my God, he's into nerd shit, too, huh? Guess you guys are a perfect match then..."

"Hey!" I say laughing, throwing a pillow at her. She catches it and tosses it onto the couch, still laughing as she walks into the kitchen.

She comes back with a bottle of water and flops onto the couch, asking, "So, that offer for food, does that still stand?" I nod and she thinks for a moment, then looks at me and says, "Pizza?" I smile and start dialing to put an order in.

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druidgroves · 3 months ago

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more mac/georgia/piper thoughts below the cut

mac & piper get along well enough but they're both highly opinionated & want to be heard so they do tend to butt heads sometimes if all three are hanging out together. sometimes georgia just sits back and watches their bickering for entertainment. she only intervenes when they start raising their voices.

still unsure if i want this as an au or post-game canon but as established it's V shaped w georgia dating each of them but mac & piper are 🚫not🚫 dating each other.

im not 100% sure abt how georgia brings up the prospect to mac yet but I imagine it involves a lot of anxiety on georgia's part bc 1. she's already in a relationship with someone she loves so why isn't that enough? & 2. she's never been in a relationship with another woman & that's a beast on its own. in the end i think they're able to talk it out & i think mac kinda pushes her to dig into that part of herself she never got to look into (✨️bisexuality✨️) before now, just as long as she doesn't forget about him entirely (she would never, she simply has so much love to give).

they take it slow & don't dive right in bc it's new to all of them! lots of room to figure stuff out & see how they all play off each other.

overall though they both recognize how deep the care the other has for georgia is so they do their best to get along. for her.

im on the fence on if piper would ever move out of diamond city but I do like the idea of her coming out to visit once or twice a month, sometimes with nat, sometimes not. any time she visits georgia cooks a nice dinner for just the two of them (with leftovers for mac ofc--he probably takes in shaun & nat for the night & they have a sleepover w duncan :)

speaking of the kids tho, they all get along like a house on fire. nat is a bad influence on them both but honestly I think it would help out shaun since she's very outspoken & he tends to be more quiet. she might be the reason duncan picks up swearing again & mac is just like "absolutely not piper you have to control your sister"

georgia brings up the idea of them all being together exactly once to piper just to float the idea bc she truly does love them both but piper isn't for it & just pats her shoulder & says "im glad you like him, blue" & leaves it at that lmao

however I can def see piper getting a little jealous or hurt since shes out in diamond city & she & georgia don't get to spend as much one on one time together. that might be a push to get her to move out of the city (maybe move a branch of the paper to sanctuary? piper does have two printing presses after all........)

if someone insults or talks shit about georgia within mac & piper's earshot whenever they're both around, the person gets a fuckin earful from the both of them. because how dare you.

shaun calls piper his aunt & maccready is just. maccready. he likes them both & is happy his mom is happy but as far as he's concerned he only has one parent & then two adults who also care about him lol.

nat thinks georgia is alright she guesses....by the time georgia & piper are together nat is in her early teens so she's in that phase where she'd never admit she thinks her sister & her girlfriend are cool. she does ask georgia a lot about the pre-war times in an effort to get to know her better.

duncan is fond of georgia & piper both & loves listening to the latter's stories from around the commonwealth. he thinks nat is The Coolest & he is very impressionable so it's no wonder he picks up some of her vocabulary. my personal hc for duncan post mysterious disease is he uses forearm crutches and/or a cane to help support himself while he walks but i can also imagine shaun offering to let him ride on his back whenever he's tired of walking :) he fully thinks of them all as siblings.

honestly I have more head canons for nat, shaun, & duncan so that might be a post all on its own.

georgia tries to teach piper & mac to cook. mac is passable but piper is so, so bad at it. georgia has to throw out the pot it's so bad. piper will take the noodle stand over her own cooking any day.

all three of them enjoy comic books & once georgia brings up the ongoing argument she & mac have about who would win between the silver shroud & grognak, piper changes the game by putting forth the mistress of mystery & the entire argument is turned on its head.

also imagining piper & mac being left in charge of sanctuary when georgia goes to far harbor with nick sometime post main game & growing to understand each other more & why georgia likes the both of them. being forced to work together to make sure georgia's home doesn't fall apart without her drives them to work together & cut down on the bickering. for the most part.

#ship: maccready x georgia x piper #rotating the 3 of them in my mind #rae.txt

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Collision Path - Mike 5lbs of Pressure

CH23 Maddi’s POV 🎶 Goddess - PVRIS 🎶

TW - drugs/alcohol, sexual themes

“Over here, baby girl.” Shaun’s voice called out to me and I smiled, relieved I’d found the right place. Mike had walked me here, but we had said goodbye out the front before I took the elevator to the top floor. The building was nice. It was modern, stylish and spacious - in other words, expensive.

“Hey, you.” I greeted Shaun with a hug. He kept his arm around me as we stepped inside the luxurious penthouse. He noticed me taking in the layout and beautiful contemporary art hanging on the walls. The open space living room homed two large white leather couches - between them sat a luxurious throne. As my eyes landed on it, Shaun chuckled.

“Classy, huh?” He cocked his eyebrow and I smirked.

“Is this your friend's place?” I asked. He shook his head.

“It’s mine.”

“No way!” My jaw dropped and I gawked at him, incredulously.

He grinned, hands on his hips as he glanced around, clearly proud.

“How much is ER paying you? Can we swap roles for a night?” I joked and placed my handbag on the kitchen counter.

“Look, I’d give the pole a red hot go but I don’t know how the clientele would feel about that arrangement.” He chuckled and winked at me.

“My Dad is some big hot shot lawyer,” He shrugged nonchalantly.

“Ahh… that explains a lot.” I teased and he took a hand to the heart, wincing playfully.

“Ouch! Why you gotta kick me, baby girl?” He took my hand and showed me around the place. It was spotless, chic and looked straight out of a catalogue.

The leather couch squeaked beneath me slightly and I glanced at the time, realising no one else had arrived yet.

“So, what’s the plan for tonight?” I asked, crossing my legs and sitting back into the cushions.

“Man of the hour, Zack and the crew should arrive shortly. You’ll get shirtless and be our beer angel for the night.” He clapped his hands together.

“Am I the only server?” I asked and he nodded.

I felt my nerves spike a little. I had just assumed there would be other women here.

“There’s only around 10 of us.” I think he thought that fact would comfort me but it had the opposite effect.

“Do you mind if I have a drink? I uh, I’m just a little rusty. It’s been a couple of weeks.” I reminded him and he nodded.

“Of course, Angel. Help yourself to anything. I want you to be comfortable.” He smiled sweetly and I headed to the kitchen, pouring us both a neat whiskey from an open bottle. We clinked glasses and I downed mine, welcoming the comforting warmth as it enveloped my whole chest.

Hours had passed and I was feeling amazing - better than I ever had while working. It wasn’t too late yet, but it had been such a great night so far.

Naturally, the guys were all flirts, but of course they were - they were Shaun’s friends, though they all seemed harmless. I didn’t even mind, or find it draining like I usually did. The couple weeks off must’ve really refreshed me.

My heart was still beating a little fast, but I put it down to the excitement. I sauntered over confidently to the guys and placed a tray of empty shot glasses on the table, picking up the whiskey as the loud music played through the surround sound speakers. The aircon was blasting, but I couldn’t feel the cold, despite my nips being hard as diamonds. I was sure the boys didn’t mind, though.

“Who’s ready for shots?!” They met my enthusiasm with cheers and I walked over to the throne where Zack, the groom-to-be reigned his rowdy loyal subjects.

“Open up, King.” I grinned and he tilted his head back as I poured into his mouth. As I turned back to the others, I noticed some had their phones out recording.

The cameras made me a little uneasy, but I figured since it was a private event, it was to be expected.

I ignored the shot glasses and decided to free-pour the liquor into their mouths for fun. As I arrived at Shaun last, his hands rested lightly on my waist, grazing my lace thong. I laughed as his eyes met mine and pulled away before taking another shot myself.

Residue trickled down my chin and chest as they whistled. I bowed playfully before returning to the kitchen. Footsteps followed me and I turned, seeing Shaun.

He hugged me closer to him and we laughed.

“How’s my favourite girl feeling?” He asked, staring into my eyes.

“Fucking great.” I confessed quietly.

“I should hope so. There’s a shit ton of E in that whiskey.” He laughed but my face fell as I looked at him, puzzled.

“W-what?” His eyebrows raised in surprise. “You didn’t know the whiskey had Ecstasy in it?” He laughed a little, but carefully watched for my reaction.

I shook my head.

“No, asshole. That would have been useful information before I poured the first glass - not on my sixth drink.” No wonder my heart was racing and I felt so good - I was fucking high. My voice was a little panicked, but Shaun placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder.

“Hey, it’s okay. I’ll look out for you - it’ll be fun. Just enjoy the ride.” I took a deep breath and nodded. I mean - I did feel amazing. I may as well enjoy it. I decided I’d hold off beating myself up about it until tomorrow.

Cash flew at me as I straddled Zack. I leaned back, viewing the guys upside down for a moment as Zack’s hands held my waist. He had blushed bright red when Shaun had suggested the lap dance. I was up for the task as soon I saw the guys pull out wads of cash, ready to have fun.

The money had made me forget to be mad at Shaun - this was clearly the intention of the night. I should have known better, but the idea of saving up for Mike and I to get out of this city made my stomach bundle up in excitement. I eagerly performed for them, feeling comfortable with the group as I'd been with them for hours now. Having a friend like Shaun there helped ease the anxiety, too.

They were posting videos and photos of the shenanigans on their socials. Something about the cameras was making it a little more exciting to me - it felt risky, but I was enjoying the thrill. I made a mental note to see if Mike was up for that kind of thing.

As the song ended, the guys laughed and lit up some joints. The smell of weed filled the room as I scooped up the crisp notes, stumbling into the kitchen to stash them in the tip bag I kept hidden.

Suddenly, hands were around my waist and a phone was in front of me. I saw Shaun and myself on the screen through his front facing camera and laughed, sticking my tongue out. His lips pressed on my neck for a moment and I turned to him, confused.

“What was that?” I laughed a little, uncomfortable by the kiss.

“Just a bit of fun.” He slurred, leaning in again. I stepped back, holding out my hands to his chest.

“Dude, I-“ Before I could turn him down, he shook his head and stepped back.

“Mike - right?” He rolled his eyes and I laughed, but nodded.

“Yahtzee.”

“He locked you down yet?” He eyed me, taking another swig of his half empty glass.

“May as well have.” I replied, wiping down the counter to avoid his eyes.

“So, no…” Shaun stepped closer again and placed one hand on the small of my back. Before this moment, I would have found the gesture friendly - but I was coming to realise what I viewed as friendship and banter, he considered flirting.

I swallowed and turned to him, shaking in part because of the high, but also because I was uncomfortable with confrontation.

“Please don’t do this, Shaun.” I whispered and he sighed, but stepped back.

“Sorry, Mads. I don’t know what got into me.” He apologised calmly but it felt insincere, like it held no gravity.

“Probably the booze, right?” I forced a smile and glanced at the time. It was coming up to 3am and he noticed me checking the clock.

“Go on, then. Clock out. Shifts over.” He rambled and rolled his eyes drunkenly.

I didn’t object - I hurried through goodbyes to the others and collected my stuff before wandering downstairs, eager to remove myself from the awkward tension.

The outside air was freezing and I hugged my coat around me closer. As I walked out, blurry eyed, too aware of the way my heart was beating - I saw Mike.

He was leaning against the wall, cigarette in his hand as he looked at his phone. I felt relieved when I saw him. I was exhausted, but so excited to be with him again - be comfortable and show him how much money I’d just made for us.

“Hey, Stalker!” I exclaimed happily, startling him as I practically skipped over. As I got closer, I realised he didn’t return the same energy. Tossing his cigarette to the ground and looking at me, his eyes were bloodshot and red - I’d never seen them so cold before.

“Really? That’s how you’re gonna play me after what you just finished doing up there?” His voice was as harsh as his gaze and I almost flinched away from him.

“W-what are you-“

He shoved his phone in my face and I watched him flick over several Instagram stories of myself giving Zack the lap dance, then finally a photo of Shaun and I where he was kissing my neck. I cringed at that one, shaking my head.

“It’s not like that,” I tried to assure him, stepping closer, but he moved away, shoving the phone in his pocket.

“Bullshit. You’re just another fucking whore. I should’ve known. God damn, I should have listened to Leff. Never thought I’d fucking say that.” He continued, cursing as I tried to calm him down between words - but it was no use. He couldn’t hear me over his anger.

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