#but...I don't so y'get this

[mattslolita]

꒰ dealer!chris sturniolo ꒱ ⟡ headcanons !

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꒰ SFW! ꒱

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ have met bambi at some house party — you was a friend of matt's, so he was only somewhat aware of your existence; real sweet and innocent, you don't know the first thing about any drugs. you're in the bathroom trying to escape the noisy atmosphere around yourself, when chris stumbles in on you, a joint hanging lazily at the edge of his lips.

"woah, can you knock next time?!"

"m'sorry didn't know anyone was in here...hey what you doin' in here, anyway? s'your friends at?"

"matt's downstairs talking to some girl, i don't know-"

"matt? you know my brother? wait, aht, i got it, know who you are, now...y'eyes, got like a uh, bambi thing goin' on, y'know? gonna call you bambi, yeah?"

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ never let bambi touch any drugs — he's dead set on making sure you prolong the innocence about you in that aspect.

"not even one hit? c'mon chris-"

"y'know the rules bambi, s'don't even try it. y'not takin' no hits of shit."

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ chris keeps pink rolling papers, because bambi likes the color and it reminds him of your pink ribbons you wear in your ponytails.

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ have a specific playlist for when he takes bambi on deals with him — he's got dominic fike and marina playing throughout the car as you hum contently.

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ have a glove compartment full of lollies and other sweets for when you're on deals with him. the sight of bambi's lips carelessly wrapped around a cherry lolly has his mind whirling.

"got any suckers for me today?"

"y'know where to find em', doll."

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ spoil bambi all the time — he's buying you clothes, perfumes, and any little thing that reminds him of you.

"this top is cute, but i don't-"

"yeah, put it in the basket."

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ not have a label on your relationship — bambi's a little naive and thinks might call you his, but he's not trying to label what you have going on any time soon.

"yo, isn't she your girlfriend? she's always with you."

"girlfriend? s'not my girlfriend, nah...she's my girl though, y'get me? not datin' or no shit, jus' my girl..."

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ always have bambi sat on his lap at parties — his hand drums in the innermost flesh of your thigh as he massages you, whilst the other hand diligently distributes to the awaiting palms of people.

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ mad dog the fuck out of anyone who looks at bambi the wrong way — especially when you takes you on deals, he's seething with anger when a customer gets particularly too close to you.

"nice to see you, sweetheart, hopin' i'll see you more-"

"get the fuck away from her man, or i'm knockin' ya ass out where you stand."

"chris, seriously?"

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ send bambi random fit checks + snaps to keep you updated when you aren't with each other. likewise, he makes you send the same back so he can keep track of where you are when he's not with you.

"new shirt, you like it?"

"it looks so good on you, baby!" ( he'd never admit baby drives him wild. )

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ be affectionate to bambi in the most random ways — he's either got his arm slung around her, massaging her shoulder or he's got your legs resting atop of his own, massaging those whilst you scroll on your phone.

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ always be kissing on bambi — forehead, cheek, arms, legs, anywhere he sees fit, really.

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ make bambi wear his clothes when you stay the night at his place — he'll never admit that he loves the idea of having you in them, yet he can't resist the urge to smile when you're giggling sweetly about wearing them.

"i love this jersey! can i keep it baby, please?"

"y'know what, go head' sweetheart. looks good on you..."

꒰ NSFW! ꒱

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ be extremely possessive in bed, especially if you're batting your eyelashes a little too much at a customer.

"he could never fuck you like this doll, could he?"

"f-fuck, no chris..."

"who's fuckin' pussy is this, huh? tell me who you fuckin' belong to."

"y-you, yours, fuck!"

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ love love love to give bambi backshots — you're at a party and he's horny? he's taking you upstairs to the bathroom, bending you over the sink.

"such a good fuckin' girl, takin' my cock like this..."

"look at yourself in the mirror while i fuck you, sweet girl..."

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ finger bambi in the passenger seat if you're getting too whiny and can't wait.

"please chris, need to feel you inside me..."

"so fuckin' impatient bambi, jus' can't wait? s'all you get, my fingers...make a mess on em' c'mon angel..."

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ definitely have a breeding kink — though, he knows damn well the idea of bambi getting pregnant scares him, so he keeps you with birth control.

"fuck, such a tight pussy...gon' make you a mama, yeah? wan' have my babies don't you, ma?"

"gonna look so pretty carryin' our fuckin' kids, fuck..."

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ love high sex with you — he's lazily thrusting up into you while you ride him, head thrown back in pure ecstasy, or

"ridin' me so well ma, look so pretty on top of me like this..."

✦ his lidded eyes watch in anticipation as you're down below on your knees in front of him, looking up at him through your lashes while you suck him off.

"gah, shit mama, makin' me feel so good...keep fuckin' goin' thas my good girl..."

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ would love doggy — when you wear those short shorts around him, all he can think about is having your ass up in the air while he's pounding into you like there's no tomorrow.

✦ love missionary, too — it's a more intimate position, but he can't help wanting to see your fucked out expression while he's deep inside you, watching your ever changing expression while you feel him deep inside of you.

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ be a little bad at aftercare at first, but he's slowly getting the hang of it the more time he spends with you — he's cleaning you up and massaging you after you guys finish, and ordering food for the both of you whilst he smokes a joint for himself.

( lilly's corner 💌 )

dealer!chris are my roots guys, i'm gonna start writing for him again. dealer!chris & bambi!reader are my literal babies & i hope you guys enjoy them! 💌

@muwapsturniolo @thenickgirl @guccifrog @fawnchives @cottoncandyswisherz

[daydreamerwoah]

All of You

The day after Simon returned home from his latest mission, he was frustrated and angry to find his washer had broken, although he wasn't surprised. That thing had been giving him problems for months, but he was never home long enough to worry about getting it fixed. And today he was still too tired to call for someone to come fix it.

He hated to do it, but he called you, asking if he could wash his uniform and gear at your place, and he apologized for needing to do it. You told him he was being silly. After all, you were his girlfriend as of two months ago. Of course, you didn't mind if he came over to wash.

When he arrived, he looked tired and worn out like he had spent the last couple of weeks yelling, fighting, hardly sleeping, and so on. Did he even get any sleep? He probably hadn't if you guessed, although he never really talked about his work, other than telling you he was in a task force and was an SAS soldier.

You pulled him into a longing hug before trying to help him with his bags full of laundry, although he insisted you didn't need to. When he placed the bags in front of the washer, you watched him groan in slight pain. From what you could see, he had two big bruises on his left arm, and you could only imagine if the rest of his body was battered.

"Si," you walked up to him, making him face you, "Why don't you go sit down yeah? I'll wash your stuff. There's food on the stove-" you pointed to the cooked meal you had prepared "-I'm sure you're tired."

He showed very little emotion as always, but his eyes always gave him away to you. He was hesitant, feeling like you were forcing yourself to do this. But you weren't. You gave him a loving smile as you took his hand and led him to the couch.

"Y'sure love?" he asked, not sitting down yet.

You giggled and gently pushed him. Now Simon was a strong and bulky man. Your push really wouldn't have made him move an inch, but he was tired and partial to the fact that you wanted to take care of him. So he gave in easily and plopped down on the couch. It was one of the things you had to get used to - it was his first real relationship. He had never been one for being vulnerable in front of anyone, yet he was starting to be with you. Your smile, personality, trust, and everything about you was what drew him in.

"Yes. Now relax," you leaned down and gave him a sweet peck on the lips, "I'll make you a plate."

You fixed his plate up, making sure to pile a little bit more as you knew he probably hadn't had a proper meal since before he left for his mission. And he absolutely loved your cooking. Once you handed it to him, along with a glass of Bourbon, you made your way to his bags and began taking the clothing out and putting it into the washer.

You heard the TV turn on and realized Simon had started watching a Rugby match, hearing his relaxed sigh as he continued eating. You smiled to yourself, happy that he was trusting you more, even if it took a little bit of encouragement from you.

As you grabbed the next item in his bag, you pulled out something hard. Your eyebrows furrowed as you glanced at a hard-shell skull mask. Red, dry substance was lightly splattered around it; blood. He probably wouldn't want it to be thrown in the washer with the other stuff.

"Si," you stood up and walked towards him, "Do you want me to hand wash your mask?"

When you glanced up at him, his eyes widened slightly as he stood up, quickly setting the plate down on the coffee table, and met you halfway, "Where'd y'get that?" he quickly asked before reaching for the mask.

"It was in your bag. I can hand wash-"

"No," he said as he took the mask out of your hands and walked toward the washer.

Your eyebrows furrowed as you watched him bend down and rummage through his bags looking for something. He looked flustered, slightly cursing under his breath.

"I don't think that blood will come off if-"

"I said no Y/n," his voice raised as he stood and faced you. Your mouth shut as you wondered why his attitude changed all of a sudden. You weren't particularly hurt by his words, but you were utterly confused. Your face must have morphed in a way that looked...... sorrow, as Simon's eyes softened. He rubbed a hand down his face before sighing and closing his eyes briefly, "Forgot to take 'em out of m'bags." he said.

One thing you learned about Simon when you first started dating was that he was like an onion - layers upon layers surrounded him, and every day you were peeling away at them. It was a task, no doubt, but one that you would gladly do for the rest of your life.

You slowly walked up to him, making sure you weren't setting him off as you inched closer. A soft hand placed on his arm, he looked down at you; hurt evident in his eyes.

"Baby-" you started, but he cut you off.

"M'sorry....... I didn't mean to snap at you like that sweetheart," you shook your head to stop him, but he continued, "I don't want you to see that side of me.............not yet."

A sad look formed in your own eyes, "Why?" your voice barely a whisper.

He paused, eyes flickering between yours. He opened and shut his mouth, lost for words for a second before he answered, "Don't want you to be scared of me."

Is that what he thought? That'd you be scared to see what he did for work?

"Simon I would never be scared of you," he opened his mouth to talk but you shhhh him, "I mean it. Baby, I know you're SAS. I know when you go on missions, you're out saving the world.... if that means you kill the bad guys, then as long as you come back to me safe, that's all I care about. I'm with you... all of you."

Your boyfriend had never looked at you in the way that he was looking at you right now. Love. That was the only way he could describe it. You two hadn't said those words yet; him probably not the type to even utter them. But the way he would treat you like you were his whole world would let you know. And you telling him those words just made him fall harder for you.

He slowly pulled you into a tight hug, feeling like if he were to let go you'd disappear from him. Soft kisses were placed on the top of your head as you buried your face into his broad chest and hugged him back with the same amount of love.

@romanceloverrrr @whataneed @spicyspicyliving

[arlerts-angel]

cw: ken ryuguji x fem reader, fem masturbation, pet names (princess , good girl , pretty)

taglist: @honeeslust

a/n: the draken brainrot is REAL 🥴 today i'm thinking about:

draken all manspread and patting his lap for you to sit in. when you join him on his lap, he starts to fidget with the hem of your skirt, slowly bringing his hand up to your panties and rubbing your clothed mound slowly, teasing your poor, sweet cunt. your panties grow wet beneath his fingers. he loves how the wet fabric feels on his fingers. he wants to just fuck you right there, but he refrains.

"so wet for me, princess. y'want me to touch you? yeah?" he coos.

he pushes your panties to the side and rubs your pussy gently, then traces a finger over your slit. he pushes two slender fingers in your pussy to collect your sweet slick, pumping in and out slowly.

"god, i love the way your pussy sucks me in. drives me crazy, you know that? so fucking perfect."

he brings his fingers to your clit, taking his sweet time rubbing it slowly in circles and massages your tits with his other hand. your soft huffs, moans, and pleas for him to go faster encourage him. he obliges, but only because you sound so pretty when you beg.

"kenny—! 'm gonna cum—! please don't stop 'm so close—!"

"yeah? y'getting close? gonna be a good girl and cum f'me, right? you sound as pretty as you look when you're cumming. fuuuuck, there it is... just like that princess."

mdni/dividers by benkeibear

[irononyx32]

Woo! I've been working on this for the past couple months as a challenge between myself and my sister to do a fight scene. So I used the subway boys Ingo (red) and Emmet (blue) for this!

I hope you enjoy!

Used sound effects from www.zapsplat.com

Click below for thoughts.

I've been watching some animated fights and was inspired to try my own. It was also inspired by the Popular Male Pokemon Character a while ago.

I've been headcanoning Emmet mainly doing kicks and Ingo doing fist-fighting. Y'get it? Lower and upper body fighting style! Hahah! I'm very tired. It's late while I'm writing this but will have it scheduled to upload in the morning.

I'm fascinated by the headcanon or AU of Pokemon Trainers sharing certain traits with their Pokemon, especially their Aces so I incorporated that for this.

The music 'Meg Man X vs Zero' is from an intense part of the game Mega Man X5 where the two main characters and best friends end up having a fight by fate. So choosing this track for my fight scene was an easy choice if for something more silly in a brotherly rivalry sense. Here's a link to the track 'cause it's pretty cool!

Overall this experience had been stressful but fun! I learned a lot and still have lots more to learn. I understand why 2d fights don't last for long, it takes a lot of work. However it was something I've been wanting to do for a long while now.

Good night/Good morning everybody!

[hobiebrownismygod]

Could you make a hobie fanfic where you and hobie plan and paint a mural/graffiti and in doing discover things about each other? Idk I think that art can show a lot about someone and it would be cool to see that with hobie

OMG, this is such a cute idea!! What I wrote was a little bit short, so sorry if that's a problem. I'm willing to add on if you'd like more though :) I tried to include some indirect symbolism and characterization, but if it doesn't make sense, feel free to ask <3

Hobie Brown/Spider-Punk x GN!Reader

Sketch with Me - Short Fic

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In a universe where color was a crime, a city where individuality was a sin, and a culture based around greed and want, Hobie Brown stood out amongst the masses. Hobie had always been a child of chaos, never conforming to the ideals others imposed on him, and never trusting the higher-ups to know what was best for him. In a world where everyone kept themselves locked under a mask, Hobie Brown used his mask to express himself even further, surpassing a limit that had been pulverizing the citizens of London ever since that dreadful election.

But that mask wasn't the only way for him to indirectly flip Osborne off.

"A mural?"

"More of graphic declaration, but yes."

"That's what a mural is."

"Eh..."

You gave your best friend a sore look, eyes running over his figure sprawled out across the couch and boredly shredded paper between his fingers. He sat up and looked back at you, that mischievous grin spreading across his face. "And I know just the place to do 't."

"No."

He blinked at you. "B-But you 'aven't even heard what I was gonna say-"

"One of Osborne's places, right? They're always swarming with cozzies (cops)." You said, folding your arms over your chest as you glared at him. He nodded sheepishly, standing up and walking over towards you. "I'm not going to get myself arrested for some lousy graffiti."

"I won't let y'get arrested." he looked a bit hurt at the fact that you didn't believe he'd be able to keep you out of jail.

"You can't promise that." You replied, paying no mind to his frown.

"But I can." he held out his pinky towards you, tilting his head to the side with a smile. "I swear." You rolled your eyes at him, muttering your annoyance under your breath before you interlocked your finger with his, effectively giving him what he wanted and signing your refusal away.

"What are we gonna paint?" You asked with a sigh, moving over so he could sit next to you. He plopped down on the couch. "I don't care what it is as long as it pisses Ozzy off." he grinned, leaning back against the couch. "Lot's of color, lot's of tongues and lot's of harsh words. He won't like that ruining his pretty mansion."

You snorted under you breath, grabbing his sketchbook from the table in front, along with a half-broken pencil. You flipped through while he watched, stopping on a blank page and pressing the pencil against the paper. You hesitated, looking back at him. "So...what are we gonna paint?"

"What do you want to paint?" He asked, cocking his head to the side. "Mmm..." you began to sketch out a rough outline of what you wanted to spray onto that wall. He wanted colorful. Hobie leaned over your shoulder, watching as you messily drew out what looked somewhat like a woman's side profile, her hair sticking up in odd, angled spikes and a lollipop protruding from her mouth. Her eyes were closed, with long, thick lashes, and you sketched in a singular teardrop falling down her cheek.

Hobie nodded, a small smile spreading across his face. "Tha's lovely." You smiled back, putting the book down and staring at it, biting the inside of your cheek as you mulled over what else you could add. Hobie ran his finger along the outline of her hair. "Make it rainbow, lots of green and purple."

His eyes lit up as he traced his finger onto the tear. "And make this red."

"Red?" you asked with a laugh. "Tears aren't red."

"'s not about what color they are normally. It's about wot they symbolize." He said cockily, pulling out the collar of his shirt with his finger as if he was too hot. "Yeah?" You asked with a laugh. "And what do they symbolize?"

He thought for a moment. "Anger." He looked back down. "Yeah, anger. Anger at wha's going on in London, anger at those wankers up in Ozzy's parties, anger at-" he stopped himself, taking a deep inhale as he sat back. "You know what I mean" his expression darkened.

You put your hand on top of his, offering him a reassuring smile before you labeled down the teardrop as 'red'. "For the words, I'm thinking we could write words that her face will cover up." You scribbled down random things like 'money' and 'police', erasing the parts that her face covered up. "Yeah, that's cool." He said, tone returning back to normal.

"We put the A on her cheek" Hobie added, referring to the ACAB symbol he added onto all his graffiti art pieces. You obliged, writing down a small 'A' that the two of you would detail when you actually painted it later. The two of you looked over it one last time. "It's simple." you said with a slight frown. "It's perfect."

He stood up with a grin, offering his hand over to you. As you took his hand, he pulled you towards him, picking the sketchbook out of your grasp and tucking it into his vest before he spun you around.

"Let's go cause some chaos, shall we darling?"

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[bigassmoonchild]

can we get soap and ghosts reaction to their partner drinking iron bru { the drink of the gods}

i honest to god had no clue what this was. i love google to death, she's a life saver sometimes.

maple syrup might be updated tonight, i still don't feel amazing from my sickness and have a pretty good idea for another story i'm building up ;)

Simon 'Ghost' Riley:

he looked closely at the drink sat on the table. it was brightly colored, fizzy. simon never really drank fizzy drinks, let alone anything overtly sweet. he was more of the bitter type of man, but he didn't mind a bit of a sweeter tea every now and again.

watching as you walked in, you grabbed it and took a quick swig. he stared, eyes furrowed just slightly as he watched you drink it. 'hell is that?' he asked and you spun the drink around for him to see the name. 'doesn't answer my question,' he said and you shrugged.

'saw it in the store the other day, figured i don't mind orange drinks so i might as well try it,' you answered, gesturing it towards him. 'want a swig?' shaking his head, simon leaned away, still looking at it like it took his favorite balaclava.

you rolled your eyes, taking another quick sip of it. 'what's it taste like?' he asked.

'orange,' you answered simply. quite honestly (and from my limited research), it tasted like how you'd image orange would taste. maybe not entirely, but it was decent enough for you to not complain.

simon gave you a side eye. 'the fruit?' you shook your head. 'christ, you're telling me it just tastes orange?' you gave a short laugh, shaking your head at him. 'soap showed you it?' again, you shook your head.

'i grabbed it m'self, but i did see soap drinking it not too long ago. got curious,' you answered. simon gave you a bemused look, looking away from you as he stood to make tea.

'fizzy drinks are far too sweet,' he huffed.

'you say that like you wouldn't consider yourself a cocktail man,'

Johnny 'Soap' McTavish:

johnny hadn't thought much of it. he himself drank it plenty enough, but he hadn't considered anyone else on the squad would drink it at all. everyone always considered what they ate and drank, but he enjoyed it once in a while. like a taste of childhood.

when he saw you drinking it, he had to take a double take. you'd been talking with price, about whatever it was you talked about. he'd nearly walked completely around the corner before spinning himself around and walking back.

'and where'd y'get that from?' he asked you, watching as you glanced up at him before looking down at the drink in your hand. you shrugged, giving a little hand gesture before trying to go back to your conversation.

moving to grab the drink from you, you pulled it back and looked offended. 'don't y'know not to take my drink? thought the last time you tried had taught you well enough,' and he gave a laugh. you'd bitten him, and he'd been left bruised for a few days afterwards.

nodding towards it, 'seriously,' he started. 'where'd you get that? diddnae think anyone else really drank it,' and you gave another faint shrug.

'really just grabbed something from the fridge in our main room, hadn't been expecting this but i figured i'd just bite the bullet and drink it,' you answered quickly. he nodded slowly, watching as you took another careful drink from it.

you looked at him weirdly again, slightly confused. 'how'd'ya like it?' he asked. you nodded faintly.

'not too upset, wasn't tasting exactly how i'd expected, but it's still pretty good,' you said. he gave you a little nod and smirk before continuing his way on.

johnny did not, for the life of him, remember what the hell he'd been intending to do.

[bastardtrait]

Enter the rest of Toby's friends: part of the Copperdale Hares football team. Evan Caulfield, Jay Graham, Konner Prescott, and Evan's girlfriend, McKynsleigh Price. also do u like that all the side characters' last names match those of life is stranger characters. i did.

transcript:

EDDIE: … TOBY: …Eddie? Yo, Ducko! EDDIE: Hm?

EDDIE: Toby, Shannon! Hey. TOBY: Didja wake up before coming to school today, or…? EDDIE: Sorry! I'm distracted. Thinking about my cousin's birthday party moms are taking me to this weekend. We're going all the way out to Wahta for it. TOBY: Dude, awesome! Tell 'em happy birthday for me.

TOBY: Okay, so get this. Next month. Evan's parents: gone. Crib: free. Drinks: plentiful. Y'get me? EDDIE: C'mon, Toby, you know Evan doesn't-- TOBY: He does! SHANNON: Eddie, if it's all the same, he tried pitching it to me too. I said no. TOBY: Mannnn! You guys are so boring sometimes.

EDDIE: Toby, no. You know Evan and his friends don't like me. I don't know why you… EVAN: Who don't I like? TOBY: Oh, hey, dude. EVAN: Hey, Toby. Shan. Eddie.

[anabdaniels]

As long as you hold my hand

After a hard day, you met Jack at the bar, and he ends up surprising you positively.

Paring: Agent Whiskey x Female Reader

Word counting: 9.8k

Rating: 18+

Masterlist

Warning: Not cannon copliant, alcohol, Jack's dubious flirt, extrasoft!Jack, a lot of nicknames, porn with plot and feelings, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, explicit language, p in v sex, brief mention of unpleasant male behaviors (but there's nothing to do with Jack), light choking, slightly rough sex, creampie, aftercare, cuddling.

“Your turn to order our drinks, bruv.” Eggsy reminded Jack, after finishing his beer.

“I’d already noticed, but thanks for the reminder.” Whiskey responded with sarcasm. It's not that he didn't like the youngest, but Eggsy could be incredibly insufferable at times.

“Y'get pissed off so easy, fella.” Tequila teased his friend some more, breaking out in laughter after that. Eggsy, already slightly drunk, looked like he thought this was the most hilarious thing in the world and laughed louder than he probably should’ve. Whiskey could only roll his eyes and look at Ginger almost in a cry for help.

“Do not look at me. It was your idea to end the day at the bar.” Ginger raised her eyebrows at the conclusion of the sentence, making Whiskey look ready to cry.

“Even you won't stand by me, Gin?” Jack was more dramatic than necessary, but given how determined Eggsy and Tequila seemed to be to upset him, it wasn't that far from a genuine expression of exhaustion.

“Bring me a margarita and we can negotiate my position as your lawyer.” she said as if the matter were really serious. Whiskey finally gave up and chuckled.

“And don't forget my beer.” Eggsy had finally stopped laughing and didn't miss a chance to speak up.

“And my rum.” Tequila spoke raising his empty glass.

“Okay, I'm on ma' way.” Jack adjusted his hat as he looked around, stopping his gaze on the bar counter “I bring your drinks, you two give me five minutes of peace and if all goes well, I won't be driving home alone tonight.” he said without looking away from the counter.

Looking confused and surprised by the sudden comment, Eggsy, Ginger and Tequila looked in the same direction as Whiskey.

“That beauty in the black dress? Just in your dreams, bruv.” Eggsy didn't even flinch before said his thought out loud.

“Don’t be so sure, kid.” Whiskey replied with a crooked smile.

“If you can talk to her for more than five minutes without getting kicked, after you've brought our drinks obviously, I'll pay your share of the bill and clear your share in the Statesman's stable for a month. If you fail, you pay my bill and shine my shoes for a month.” Eggsy suggested with conviction, having no doubt that Whiskey was going to decline the proposal.

“Done.” Jack didn't even think before agreeing “I hope your biceps are strong because there's going to be a lot of work in the stable.” after a wink, Whiskey got to his feet and walked to the counter, leaving Eggsy awestruck by the unexpected response.

After stopping next to the lady who had captured his attention, Whiskey ordered drinks from the bartender and kept a discreet eye on the woman next to him. He deduced that she was alone, since in all the time he was there he didn't see anyone with her.

When the drinks were delivered, Jack thanked the bartender and made his way back to the table before Eggsy showed up claiming his beer. Once his friends had their cups in hand, Whiskey straightened his leather jacket and walked back to the counter, for the first time in years feeling butterflies in his stomach from being about to approach a woman.

You've had a horrible day. Although you finally got your work cut out, things weren't much better. You loved your job as a curator at the museum, but sometimes things could get pretty stressful. Having a few drinks to try to relax was the best idea you had that night, even if, as usual, none of your friends wanted to join you.

You took your attention away from your glass for a moment when someone stopped next to you and it was a little hard to get your focus back to anything else. Cowboys weren't exactly your type, but it was impossible not to take a good look at that man wearing a good Stetson hat and a leather jacket you wouldn't dare imagine the price of, and no less remarkable was the well-groomed mustache on his face.

When the man walked back to the table he came from, you refocused on your glass of Jack n' Coke, starting to consider going home and tensing slightly remembering that you would’ve to spend at least thirty minutes in a taxi or uber with an unknown driver trying to make small talk and not even trying to disguise the prying eyes at your legs or cleavage.

It was fair to say that you were positively surprised when the cowboy walked back to the counter and stopped a little closer to you, but you kept looking around.

“I beg your pardon, miss. But can I ask you a question?”  You turned your attention back to the man at the same moment you heard his voice.

“Of course. What is it?” you stared at him intently, curious for what's to come.

“Do you have a map by any chance?” he asked with a neutral expression on his face. You blinked two or three times trying to understand what kind of question was that.

“No, I don’t.” you answered totally confused “Why?”

“It’s a shame, 'cause I just got lost in the brightness of your eyes.” he replied calmly with an arm resting on the counter. You stared at him for a second as you processed what he had just said. When you were sure of what you heard, you couldn't help but laugh heartily. It definitely wasn't the approach you were expecting, but you couldn't deny that he hit on the kind of humor you liked.

“Okay, that's a new one.” You rested your face on your hand as you regained your composure, refocusing on him, who had a little smile on his lips. “I should’ve seen this coming.” you bit your lip lightly without breaking the smile on your face “Does this work?”

“I don’t know. Worked with you?” he asked with a smirk, raising his eyebrows. You pondered for a moment, tilting your head slightly to the side.

“Maybe.” you admitted still smiling a little.

“So, we didn't get off to such a bad start.” he teased and held out his hand to you “I’m Jack.”

“You have a point.” you replied and shook his hand, saying your name right after.

“May I?” he asked pointing to the empty stool next to you and you nodded promptly “So, what's a beautiful lady like you doing alone in a mid-range downtown bar?” he said after sitting down facing you.

“I had a shitty day at work, I can't count on my friends for anything but parties, and I really didn't want to go home and sink into a portion of fried chicken. So, drinking myself out of my problems seemed like the best option.” You shrugged it off as if it wasn't that important, but you wouldn't be venting to a stranger in the bar if you weren't about to explode with the whole thing.

But what shocked you the most about the whole process was the fact that he actually seemed to be paying attention to what you were saying, and his eyes remained fixed only on your face while you were talking. Definitely another thing you were not expecting.

“It's a shame, darlin’. And, despite the short time we've been talking, I'm absolutely certain that it was your friends who lost out here.” Jack said softly, his words accompanied by a smile that seemed really sincere. You smiled discreetly and took a sip of your drink.

“And what about you, cowboy? I noticed you're not alone, so what's a man wearing an expensive Stetson doing around here?” As you spoke you turned your body a little to be fully face to face with him while you waited for his answer.

“I came to spend some time with my work colleagues after a not so good day.” he shrugged and leaned his crossed arms on the counter “But the real question is how can you identify a Stetson so easily in this shitty light?” he seemed really intrigued by your recognition ability.

“I grew up in a rural town. I recognize an expensive hat when I see one.” you mentioned with a proud tone.

“I'd like to know where ‘cause you’re definitely not from the South and, taking a high guess, I'd say you're not even American. Where are you from, sugar?” Jack leaned his body forward a little, really interested in your answer.

“Okay, you got me there. You're right on both your guesses. But being this good, I think you can guess where I'm from.” you challenged him with a mischievous smile on your lips.

“You're not wrong, I already have a hunch and I'm pretty sure I'm right.” he paused briefly, looking deep into your eyes before giving you an answer “Brazil.” Jack said with conviction, and you couldn't tell whether you were more disconcerted by the right answer or by the pair of beautiful brown eyes looking at you.

“How do you know?” you asked, unable to hide your mixture of surprise and excitement. Jack looked at your mouth for a second before answering.

“Your accent.” he finally explained “You don't have much, but I can hear it.” he winked at you and straightened up on the barstool.

“All right, you've convinced me of your talent for observation. But you already know too much. I would like some answers too.” you said quietly, trying to ignore the chill running through your stomach.

“I’m all yours to interrogate as you wish, honey.” Jack said as he leaned one hand on the back of the stool you were on, subtly narrowing the space between you two.

You took a deep breath so as not to lose your focus with his proximity, but concluded that it hadn’t been a very smart idea when his scent invaded your sense of smell. The mixture of the woody perfume and the fragrance of the aftershave lotion was the best thing you had smelled in a long time.

You were aware that he certainly noticed that it took you a few seconds to get your train of thought back, but there wasn't much you could do about that.

“Well then.” you ran your tongue across your lips, as you pondered what you were going to say “You're certainly not a big-city man. You have well taste in clothing, you have a good pair of boots, a brand-new Stetson, but you don't have the manner of someone who grew up in the city.”

"Apparently I'm not the only one with observation skills." he mentioned with a satisfied smile "You got that right, honey. I like living here in Louisville, but I couldn't be more grateful I wasn't born here."

"That being the case, I think I have the right to know which town I should be grateful for the existence of the most handsome cowboy I've ever met." Finally, you gave up trying (and failing miserably) to disguise that you were completely into him.

"It's a fair reason." Jack laid a hand on your face, stroking your cheek with his thumb "Feel free to thank Bardstown."

"I've never been so grateful in my entire life." you replied as you rested your hands on his shoulders and wondered how you had managed to keep your composure until then. Calmly you extinguished the space between the two of you and it took a lot of self-control not to groan when his hand that had been on the back of your stool took hold of your waist and squeezed gently, while Jack busied himself with taking your breath away.

Across the bar, Eggsy was on the verge of having a heart attack as he shook Tequila and Ginger to make sure he wasn't hallucinating.

"Don't worry so much, Eggsy. You'll love Statesman's horses." Ginger didn't miss the chance to mock the boy.

"She's right, buddy. You'll enjoy the experience of takin' over the stable." Tequila also seized the moment to piss Eggsy off.

"How nice that my misfortune is serving as entertainment for you two." Eggsy leaned back in his chair still staring in astonishment at the bar counter "How did he manage not to get excoriated the very moment he opened his mouth? I saw his miserable flirting when we were at Glastonbury, there's no way he did it."

"You believe it or not, he made it. So, I hope your credit card is handy." Ginger said very calmly, although she was controlling herself very hard not to laugh openly.

It took you a few seconds after the kiss to get your mind back on track. It had definitely been worth it not to go home to watch Me Before You with a pot of KFC. You didn't hurry to take your hands off Jack's shoulders, just as he didn't bother to let go of your face and continued stroking your cheek.

"Can I ask you a question?" you questioned in a slightly husky voice and he nodded in response "Do you have plans after here?"

"Actually, I don't." Jack answered promptly and brought his face a little closer to yours "And, considering your question, I assume you don't have any plans either, so I guess we can find something to do together."

"It was exactly what I was thinking." you admitted, unconsciously adjusting the collar of his jacket. Jack smiled and stroked your forearm with his fingertips.

"Look, give me a minute to talk to my friends to make sure everyone can go home safe and then we can spend the rest of the night however you please. Sound good, sugar?" you nodded at the same time, liking the proposal a lot.

"Sounds pretty good to be honest." you said sincerely.

"I'll be right back" Jack grabbed your wrist and kissed the back of your hand before getting up and walking over to the friends’ table.

You couldn't help but smile when you thought more about the situation. This man seemed too good to be true. He had the same sense of humor as you, he approached you in a really friendly way without acting like a predator, he listened to you complain about your day without even knowing you, even though he was about to go home with you he cared about making sure his friends would be okay, and he was certainly the most handsome man you'd ever seen in Louisville. You couldn't see any downside to spending the rest of the night with him.

Eggsy crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes as he saw Whiskey approaching the table with a satisfied smile.

“You fucking dickhead. How did you do that?” Eggsy looked more shocked than ever. Jack laughed and shook his head at the boy's indignation.

"You had a chance to quit, kid. Now all that's left is for you to develop a beautiful friendship with the Statesman’s horses." Whiskey said as he leaned his hands on the table. Eggsy rested his head on one hand.

"You left your girl alone just to come and piss me off?" the boy's British accent sounded more drawn out than ever.

"Not really. I just came to make sure y’all can make it home safely."

"Don't worry. The only one down is our British boy." Tequila said alternating his glance between Jack and Eggsy.

"Nothing we can't take care of." Ginger stated quietly.

"Will you guys take care of me? Awn, I love you guys." Totally groggy, Eggsy laid his head on Ginger's shoulder.

"It just gets better." Ginger laughed and looked at Whiskey "We'll survive our drunken child."

"Good luck with that." Whiskey said as he straightened his posture "See y’all on Monday."

After saying goodbye to his friends, Whiskey returned to the counter, stopping next to you.

"Shall we?" he asked holding out one of his hands to you.

"Sure." you took his hand and stood, smiling involuntarily when Jack intertwined his fingers with yours as the two of you walked out of the bar.

You cringed involuntarily as you felt the cold night air hit your arms, regretting leaving your coat at work. Noticing the chill on your arms, Jack released your hand and removed his jacket, slipping it over your shoulders.

“Thank you.” you thanked with flushed cheeks.

"Whenever you need, sugar." He kissed your forehead and held your hand again as you walked to the car.

It was no surprise to you that he drove a 70's Bronco, it was a good match. Whiskey opened the car door for you, waiting for you to get into the passenger seat, and closed the door, then walked around the vehicle.

Given the hour the street was empty, which allowed for a continuous commute. You leaned your head back on the seat and closed your eyes, feeling the wind ruffle your hair, and were able to relax for the first time that day. When the car stopped at the traffic light, you opened your eyes and looked in Jack's direction, smiling as you noticed that his gaze was already on you.

"You haven't had just one bad day, have you?" he asked leaning his hand on your knee. You shook your head negatively.

"My whole week has been a shit. I can't remember the last time I wanted to throw it all away before Wednesday." you admitted, placing your hand over Whiskey's.

"Which institution is responsible for making you so upset, honey?" the affectionate tone in his voice surely melted you a little more.

"Frazier Museum. I like my job, but sometimes things get complicated, especially when your partners use their friendship with you to leave everything for you to solve." Whiskey turned the hand that was on your leg to entwine his fingers in yours, gently stroking the back of your hand with his thumb. You looked down with a smile, unable to ignore the fact that your hand almost disappeared into his.

"It's probably none of my business, but I'm going to insist on suggesting that you review your friends list. I mean, they stress you out all week and don't even deign to accompany you to the bar on a Friday night?" Jack said slightly indignantly, alternating his attention between you and the avenue.

"You're probably right. I'm aware that they're a bunch of sons of bitches, but I guess I've convinced myself that I'm not going to get anything better and I've settled into this situation." you frowned for a moment as you noticed that only now you had realized how much your friends couldn't really be called that.

"I don't want to sound inconvenient, but in case you're going to renew your social circle, my schedule is free." Whiskey said solemnly, despite the smirk on his face.

"I'll take it." though the playful tone, you were serious "That's the first decent conversation I've had with anyone here in months."

"Count me in for a talk anytime." he kept his smirk but his tone made it clear that it was true.

"Since that's the case, I need to touch on an important matter. I don't want to sound like someone who pays attention to what I shouldn't but that's not the keychain that usually comes with the drinks." you said, looking at the keychain in the car for a moment and then turning back to look at Jack "Let me guess, you work at Statesman Distillery."

"Again, you're right." he glanced at you briefly as he spoke.

"I don't mean to abuse your sympathy, but I haven't been able to find a bottle of the 1963 Statesman Reserve anywhere in Louisville and I feel like you might be able to get me one." you said bluntly. Dealing with your weekly stress demanded quality booze. Jack genuinely laughed at your sincerity and nodded in agreement.

"I really didn't expect that." he said with an amused smile "You're not the only one with this problem, out of every ten calls at the distillery office, nine are to complain about the lack of the '63 reservation."

"I was pretty close to being the next one to call to complain." you stated in a laughing tone "What caused it anyway?"

"I can't blame you; I'd do the same." Whiskey raised his eyebrows slightly, looking at you as he stopped at another traffic light "We had a problem with the company that prints the labels, fortunately it's been taken care of. And you’re in luck, I must have two or three bottles at home, I can give you one." you couldn't help but smile broadly at the statement.

"I knew that a southern gentleman wouldn't deny help to a lady in need of good quality whiskey." you spoke as if it was something vital, not containing your laughter "But seriously, you will be contributing to the non-existence of my criminal record."

"Great, that will be my good deed for the week." Jack joked as he parked in front of his house "At this point, I think there’s something you will find interesting to know. At Statesman we have this thing where we nickname each person after some different drink."

"If you're going to tell me you're whiskey, I might as well bury what's left of my dignity here in your garden." you ended up laughing, feeling your cheeks burn.

"I'm not going to say it then, but it is." he winked at you and got out of the car, going to open the door for you.

"Considering your name is Jack, I get the joke and find it amazing, honestly," you admitted.

"If you thought that was amazing," Whiskey opened the door on your side of the car and leaned his arm on it "how much more enjoyable will it be if I tell you my last name is Daniels?"

“You’re fucking kidding me. There’s no way.” you were in disbelief, but at the same time laughing about it "Prove it and I'll turn it into a museum exhibition on Monday."

"As you wish, dear." he reached into his pocket and grabbed his wallet, then handed the driver's license to you.

"No way." you stated after reading his name at least three times to make sure you weren't reading it wrong "Ok, nothing else can shock me after that." you said laughing and handed back his driver's license.

"I will be waiting for my exhibition at the museum." Jack said as seriously as he could, putting his wallet back in his pocket and extending his hand to you.

"I think I'm going to need a longer deadline because by Monday I still won't have processed this information." you tried to speak as if it were really something serious, but your smiling expression did not allow such a thing. You took his hand and got out of the car. "But honestly, this just makes me surer that I really like whiskey, no matter which bottle it comes in." You had long ago given up disguising your interest in him, and even if you were going to try, your dilated pupils staring at him would give you away.

"I'm happy to help you analyze your preferences." Whiskey teased with a smirk and hugged you around the waist, gently pressing his lips to yours and making you sigh audibly. He kissed your forehead and then the two of you walked to the front door of the house, Jack keeping one hand on your back as he opened the door.

You looked around as you entered the living room, briefly analyzing the rustic décor, if not for the view of the street that the large windows provided, you might believe you were on a ranch in a country town.

Your focus changed when you felt Jack's hands carefully remove the jacket from around your shoulders.

"Be aware that with each passing minute you convince me more to drop in occasionally to visit you." you turned to look at him.

"That's the idea. I won't complain about having a stunning woman walking around my house." Whiskey tilted his head and deposited a kiss on the curve of your neck, causing goose bumps all over your skin.

"I won't accept complaints when you've had enough of my presence," you teased, taking the hat off his head and putting it on yours, knowing full well what that meant, and you enjoyed watching a mischievous grin form on his lips. "I know the rule, by the way." you winked at him and turned, starting to walk across the room. Jack took a deep breath and bit his lip hard, caught by surprise at your sincerity. He put his hands in the pockets of his jeans, crossing the room and sat on the armrest of the sofa, watching your every move.

You stopped walking when you got in front of the sideboard, looking carefully at the bottles of alcohol, not taking long to find the bottles of Statesman from the '63 reserve.

"You didn't lie about the reserved Statesman." you said still looking at the bottles.

"I wouldn't dare lie to a woman like you," Jack's deep voice echoed through the room.

"What do you mean a woman like me?" you questioned after turning to look at him.

"Smart, observant, perceptive, good at connecting information, attentive." just when you thought this man couldn't positively surprise you anymore, here he was assigning you more than three adjectives without having to include your appearance among them to make the list longer.

"This coming from a man who has noticed the remnants of my accent even though I have spent the last ten years speaking English." Whiskey shrugged, running his tongue over his lips.

"It's fair game after all." Jack concluded without hesitation.

"It definitely is." you agreed as you walked over to him, stopping beside the couch and sitting sideways on his lap. Surprisingly you managed to keep a neutral expression when you felt something hard in his jeans and it definitely wasn't his phone. "I hope you were serious about the whole me visiting you thing." you started to speak, passing your arms around his neck "Because I got really comfortable here." you looked down for a second as you said "here", making it clear what you were referring to.

"I’ve never been more serious in my life." Whiskey placed a hand on your thigh and encircled your body with his arm " You're welcome here anytime you want."

Finishing with your remaining breath, he kissed you hungrily, pressing your body against his. After a few moments, you realized that you were mounted on his lap, although you couldn't tell when you were settled that way. But you didn't think it was bad position, the occasional rubbing of his erection between your legs that occurred at this angle was definitely not something you'd complain about.

In the brief moment of clarity you had when Whiskey stood holding you tight against him, you also realized that at some point his Stetson had fallen out of your head. You sank your face into the curve of Jack's neck as he led you into the bedroom, his scent was inexplicably addictive.

Once in the bedroom, he carefully placed you on the bed, and took advantage of the fact that his hands were free to get rid of his own shirt and boots. Whiskey was about to unbutton his jeans, but your idle hands were faster. He didn't protest and just watched with full attention as you sat down on the bed to remove his jeans and didn't hesitate to stroke his hard cock over his boxers. He groaned in response to your touch, keeping his eye on what you were doing. You took that as a positive answer and allowed yourself to dare a little more, staring at Jack shamelessly as you removed his underwear. You couldn't resist finding out what it felt like to hold his hard cock with nothing in the way of contact, running your thumb over the tip and already imagining what it would feel like to have it buried entirely in your cunt.

He would gladly enjoy the situation for a few long minutes, but there was something he wanted even more at that moment. Gently he grabbed your wrist, pulling your hand away from his cock. Whiskey made sure to look into your eyes as he deposited a kiss on the back of your hand and then he didn't even hesitate to suck your index finger. Your mouth was slightly open as you looked at Jack with baited breath. You were practically mesmerized by how stunning that man could be doing anything. And if you were already wet before, now you were undoubtedly soaked.

Without difficulty, he grabbed you around the waist and made you kneel on the bed. With no hesitation, Whiskey pulled off your dress and tossed it somewhere, then he grabbed your chin and kissed you even more intensely than before. You felt a shiver run down your spine when Jack brought a hand up to your back and unhooked your bra, freeing you from it without a second thought.

He took hold of your hips and settled you in the middle of the bed, resting his body on top of yours without interrupting the kiss. You moaned into Whiskey's mouth as your already sensitive nipples brushed against his chest. And this certainly did not go unnoticed by him. Jack moved his mouth to your neck and you sank your hands into his hair, not knowing whether it was the wet kisses on your neck or the feel of his mustache scratching deliciously at your skin that gave you the chills.

Whiskey caressed the sides of your body as he covered your breast with his mouth, slowly running his tongue over your nipple. You closed your eyes and pressed your lips together, trying vehemently not to moan out loud, gripping his hair tightly. Due to his attention to your every slightest movement, Jack realized how hard you were struggling to control yourself.

You were able to breathe more calmly when he touched your face and took his mouth off your breast, you opened your eyes and saw him propped up on his elbows, looking up at you with a tender expression.

"You don't have to try to be quiet, love. I’ll gladly listen to every moan and scream that comes from you." It was fascinating to you how sweet he could be to make a reasonably obscene declaration, and all you could do was nod in response.

He kissed your jaw and calmly ran his mouth down your neck and chest before sucking your breast again. You kept your hands in his hair and finally allowed yourself to moan as you really wanted to. Whiskey stroked your hips in response and let his free hand massage your other breast.

Despite pulling his hair harder and harder, you relaxed under his touch, feeling good like you haven't felt in a long time. Your body began to move involuntarily, and you could feel your womb reacting more and more to it all.

"Jack, please." was the longest sentence you could form, and you said it practically whimpering. He smiled against your skin and deposited a kiss on your breast before raising his head to look at you. Whiskey intended to tease you a little more before moving on, but when you opened your eyes and looked up at him with such a pleading expression, he knew he wouldn't have the heart to deny you the relief you so desperately wanted.

He spared no kisses as he made his way to where you needed him. You couldn't resist your curiosity and lifted your torso to watch him work on you. Being so self-confident and vain, Jack kept looking into your eyes as he pulled off your panties and positioned himself between your legs, kissing the inner part of your thighs, acting calmly while making you shiver all over.

"Jack" you called him in a wavering voice "Can I ask you a favor?"

"Of course, honey." he replied solicitously "What do you need?" you flinched a little before asking, wondering if it would sound too silly. Finally, you held out one hand to him.

"Would you..." your mind kept screaming how stupid that was, and you agreed as you realized what you were about to ask. You were ready to shrug your arm and die of shame for thinking that was a good idea, but he was quicker and held your hand in the most loving way anyone could. You couldn't hold back the wide smile that formed on your face. For heaven's sake, this man was definitely the best thing that ever happened to you in a bar.

"It's okay." Jack entwined his fingers in yours and kissed your wrist "Feel free to ask anything you want, sugar."

"You're going to spoil me if you keep being so supportive." you said in a joking tone, but it was more serious than you'd like to admit.

"But that's the goal. I was serious about wanting you around." you waited for him to laugh or make it clear that he was just mocking you, but he seemed sincere. And you honestly didn't know how to handle that possibility.

"I guess I could consider the idea." you couldn't hide your genuine interest in the direction things might take "But you'd have to give me a few more reasons to think about it." you couldn't help but tease him a little.

"If what I need to have you with me often is to convince you that it will be worth it, then let me convince you emphatically." before you could formulate a response, he buried his tongue in your cunt, giving you no choice but to cry out in a mixture of surprise and pleasure.

He was in no hurry, Whiskey had confidence in what he was doing and frankly you couldn't blame him, after all, you were wriggling around on the bed while moaning audibly, squeezing his hand as hard as you could, and the closest he had ever come to your clit were the two or three times his nose bumped into it as his tongue worked its way into your soaked folds.

It wasn't easy, but you managed to keep yourself propped up on one elbow as you watched his every move, you certainly liked the idea of having that view more frequently. Jack couldn't have been enjoying the situation more, being between your thighs while you looked into his eyes was heaven for him. You could see him flash a satisfied smirk and should've seen what was about to come.

“Puta que pariu.” you cursed as you collapsed on the bed when he licked your clit, too overcome with pleasure to be able to speak English. Whiskey had no idea what the words meant, but from your intonation he was sure it was something dirty.

You frowned and raised your head slightly in confusion when his mouth left you.

"Is there a problem?" you asked confused and he denied with his head.

"Just a request. You keep looking at me." he said so firmly that your only reaction was to nod readily, almost like a natural reflex. Under other circumstances your pride would never allow you to obey so easily, but his satisfied smile at your condescension caused you so many things that you couldn't care less about your pride.

It was more challenging than you expected to keep your eyes open when he resumed what he was doing. The situation of looking into Jack's eyes as he licked you like a hungry man would do was the obscenest thing you had ever experienced. And you definitely weren't complaining. Despite the slightly trembling legs and irregular breathing, you coped well with keeping your eyes open and it was noticeable that you took Whiskey's words seriously, since quite possibly the neighbors were listening to your little show, moaning his name amidst the most varied dirty words in an almost incomprehensible mixture of English and Portuguese.

When you were close to the edge, things got a little more intense and you closed your eyes, but were reminded that you shouldn't do that when you felt Jack tap your thigh twice. It was hard to open your eyes and even harder to keep them open, at this point your nails were digging into the back of his hand and you were pulling his hair possibly harder than you should have, but he didn't seem bothered, on the contrary, he seemed very happy to have your thighs squeezing his head. You couldn't control the involuntary movement of your hips when he slid two fingers inside you, making you moan even louder, even though you thought it wasn't possible.

“Puta merda.” at this point you were no longer able to know which language you should use, not even your full name you would be able to say by now “Jack, please.” you were not sure what you were asking, but you no longer had control over what you were saying.

You were sure that Jack knew what you needed when you felt him curve his fingers inside you with precision and hit the right spot. You arched your back and let out a cry as the orgasm overtook your body, making your legs tremble, and finally you collapsed on the bed, trying to cope with the intensity of the sensation.

Whiskey smiled broadly as he took a closer look at the mess you were, your irregular breathing, your fingers still clutching his hand reasonably tightly, the little spasms that still affected your body, and your hair that earlier in that night had perfectly aligned waves, was now totally disheveled and some strands sticking to your forehead from the sweat. He took his fingers from you carefully, knowing how sensitive you still were, and licked every drop of your taste from them. Jack settled himself next to you on the bed, disentangling his fingers from yours to caress the back of your hand. You opened your eyes, looking up at him with eyes shining, both from your genuine satisfaction and from the tears that had formed a few moments ago.

“You’re okay?” he stroked your cheek with his free hand, drying the one tear that persisted in falling with his thumb.

"Honestly, I can't remember the last time I felt this good," you admitted feeling your cheeks flush and sank your face against his chest "But we have a problem." you said tilting your head back to look at him "Since you've decided to get me on shaky legs, we're going to have to negotiate compliance with the hat rule." you said with a mischievous expression, although it was true. God knows how much you wanted to ride this cowboy, but you didn't count on the fact that he would leave you with weak legs before he even fucked you. Whiskey chuckled and pulled you onto him, holding your thighs.

"Unfortunately, that's not how things work, sweetheart." he sat on the bed, letting you mounted on his thighs "You can't expect to mess with a man's hat and get away with it." even though he spoke with a firm tone, the little smirk that persisted in forming at the corner of his mouth gave away his enjoyment of it.

"I understand that." you said as you passed your arms around his neck "But you've been a gentleman all night, I think we can come to an agreement that will please both of us." If it weren't for the feeling of his rigid length pressed against your thigh, you might believe that this was a serious conversation.

"You're right, honey. We can both get quite satisfied out of this." you smiled as he put one of his hands on your lower back and pulled you closer, while his other hand held your chin and he rested his forehead on yours, looking into your eyes "You're so beautiful, darling." You felt your cheeks burning but you had nowhere to run, your only option was to stare into Jack's tender and desirous gaze.

"You'll end up stealing my heart if you keep this up," you joked, although you were aware that that man could steal even your soul with that pair of brown eyes. Whiskey laughed and nibbled on your chin.

"If I accomplish this feat, I'll die a happy man." he concluded the statement by kissing the corner of your mouth and then kissed your lips, holding you tight against him. Your body relaxed involuntarily in his lap; Jack's large, rough hands were incredibly gentle as they caressed your body even when he groped you firmly. You scratched his back and moaned audibly as Whiskey sat you on his cock, at that moment making sure that you were going to comply with the hat rule. Although your body was still a little sluggish from the orgasm you had just a few minutes ago, having that man inside you was unexpectedly invigorating.

Despite your desire for him being gigantic, you still were in no condition to ride him the way you wanted to and Jack knew that. Being a helpful gentleman, he held your hips and helped you move, which took your breath away completely. You didn't want to stop kissing him, but your lungs needed some relief. You rested your forehead on Whiskey's shoulder, finally taking a deep breath and realizing that, even though it wasn't going to be an easy task, you needed more of this man. You took another deep breath before straightening up and looking at him. You couldn't help the butterflies in your stomach as you noticed how much his desire for you was evident on his face. You stood staring into Jack's eyes as you moved on his lap, still not believing how comfortable he had made you to the point where you lost every drop of your shyness.

At this point you weren't even trying to control your sordid thoughts, but you definitely didn't expect to let one of them escape out loud.

"Hold my neck." you asked involuntarily when he squeezed one of your thighs, and the way Whiskey smiled sideways and didn't hesitate to comply with your request made you feel your whole body burning in a very good way. He put just a slight pressure on the sides of your neck, but it was enough to make you moan loudly and tighten your cunt around him.

You were already on the verge of losing control and hearing him moan while grabbing your ass with his free hand was the last straw. No longer thinking clearly, you grabbed onto Jack's strong arms and rode this cowboy avidly as you had desired from the first moment you saw him in that bar.

Whiskey couldn't have been more pleased. He liked being the one in control, but his nature would never allow him to see any disadvantage in having a beautiful woman riding him. He paid attention to every detail of that magnificent scene, absorbed in everything he could notice: the way you closed your eyes and threw your head back; your flushed face and bust; the way your breasts swayed beautifully each time your hips moved up and down; your buttocks slapping against his thighs produced the most delicious sound he could hear that night. For God's sake, if Jack kept thinking so hard about how hot you looked riding him desperately in search of your relief, he wouldn't be able to last much longer. He had good distractions right in front of him and he didn't hesitate to entertain himself with them.

You could only grip his hair tightly when you felt Jack's mustache lightly scratch your shoulder and he began to distribute kisses, bites and hickeys all over your skin. He was in no hurry as he tasted the warm skin of your shoulder, then down your collarbone and into the space between your breasts. Although your knees were propped up on the bed, you could feel them trembling as Whiskey carefully nibbled your nipple and licked it soon after. This man was definitely good at everything he did with his mouth.

You couldn't handle it anymore; it was too much. Not just because had been a long time since you’ve had sex with someone, but because this was way better than you’ve expected. Jack was fucking handsome, handsome enough to make you cum without a lot of effort, however he seemed really dedicated to please you. He quickly learned what you liked and didn’t flinch before use the acquired knowledge. You took his hand that was in your ass and moved it to the front of your body, needing just a little more to reach the climax. Whiskey understood immediately want you wanted him to do and promptly moved his fingers to your clit, making you grab his forearm while your nails sank in the skin of his shoulder. As if you aren’t dizzy enough, Jack kissed you intensely and put a bit more pressure on the fingers around your neck. You whimpered and moaned in his mouth as you had the second orgasm of the night, not being able to move your hips anymore and letting your body collapse on his lap. Jack passed one arm around your waist and caressed your back, pressing a gentle kiss on your temple while patiently waited for your body to stop shaking and your breath to calm down. It took a few moments, but finally you managed to put yourself together. You straightened up and looked at Jack with a wide smile, just to find him smiling too.

“I’ll assume that I ain’t no longer in debt for stealing your hat.” you tilted your head slightly to the side, still smiling.

“You definitely have paid your debit.” he answered with soft voice “But that doesn’t mean we’re done for tonight, sugar.” before you could even think about, Jack rolled on the bed, letting you underneath him. Only now you paid attention to the most specific details, realizing that this man still fucking hard inside you and you enjoyed it really much, even if you were almost sure that you’ll be unable to walk tomorrow.

“I hope you know that I won’t be able to go home tonight.” you warned as you ran one of your hands through the hair that fell across his forehead.

“Even if you were, do ya really think that I’d miss the opportunity to sleep with the most stunning woman of this city in my bed?” Whiskey admitted with a smirk, sliding a hand over your arm just to reach your hand and interlace his fingers with yours “I’ll not waste any chance to have you close, honey.” you ran your tongue across your lips, really appreciating all of this.

“Very well, cowboy. I suppose I can spend the whole weekend here.” you tried to sound playful, but at this point you really wanted to spend more time with him.

“I like this perspective really much.” Jack affirmed with his forehead resting on yours, pressing a kiss in your lips “And I hope to please you enough to make you consider spending the rest of the week too.” he whispered and winked at you, resting his free hand in your thigh and kissing you. You pulled a lock of his hair and let out a content sigh when Jack started to move in a calm pace, stroking the back of you hand with his thumb. His body was pressed against yours, although he did not let the weight fall on you.

You tried to suppress your thoughts and feelings, but it became impossible with him being so loving. It was almost insane how much you felt comfortable and safe with him in such a short period of time. You only realized that you had tears running down you cheeks when you felt Jack drying one of them. You opened your eyes, totally ashamed and having no idea how you were going to apologize for this, but then you realized that this wouldn’t be necessary when you saw Jack with a little wrinkle between his eyebrows and a slightly worried expression.

“You’re okay, sweetheart?” he asked louder than a whisper, cupping your cheek with his hand. You nodded and sank your hand in his hair, thinking about the right words before you started to speak.

“I know this will sound so fucking stupid, specially considering that we only met a couple of hours ago, but it’s been a while since the last time I’ve felt so good and comfortable around someone. I guess I just got overwhelmed with everything. I'm not really used to being treated well.” you didn't know why you admitted the last part and looked away from Jack when you realized what you had said, even if it was the truth. You smiled when he kissed your forehead and somehow built up the courage to look into Whiskey's eyes again.

"Considering that earlier this evening you secured me a place in your new social circle, I don't think you'll have to worry about that anymore because, if you allow me, I'll make sure you feel that way every day." This was definitely not the answer you were expecting, but you undoubtedly liked the whole concept.

"Yes, absolutely yes!" you readily agreed "Even though it's been a very short time since we've met, I like the way things are working out."

"You have no idea how happy that answer makes me. And, after all, who is measuring how much is a short time?" and that was enough for you. Fuck that it had only been a few hours, you wanted Jack close to you and he made it very clear that he had no intention of moving away from you either. You didn’t give a shit about anything else.

You certainly caught Jack off guard when you held the hair on the back of his neck firmly and kissed him intensely, but he didn't think twice before responding.

Only when you softened under him, and began to rock your hips involuntarily, Jack began to move inside you again, causing you to sink your nails into the back of his neck (which would surely leave a mark) and squeeze his hand with reasonable force.

Whiskey was aware that your thighs would certainly be sore the next day and he really had no intention of making the situation worse, but the sight of you arching your back and begging for more broke his benevolent spirit. Jack hooked one of your legs around his waist and smiled sideways when you voluntarily hooked the other leg around him. He held your hip tightly, sure to leave a bruise or two on your skin, but neither of you could care less.

"Jack, you said I could ask for anything I wanted, right?" you inquired with ragged breaths and a half shaky voice.

"Yes, love. Anything you want," he replied without turning his face away from yours, and the mixture of his raspy voice and gasping breath only made you more certain of what you were about to ask.

“Then, please, fuck me as hard as you can. I can’t deal with this torturing slow pace anymore.” if you had any crumb of pride left, at that moment it was gone. You no longer cared about pride or dignity, the only important matter was your urgent need to see and feel him fucking you as the rough cowboy he was.

“You’re sure? You’ll be terribly sore tomorrow.” Jack wanted to fulfill your request so badly, but he needed to be certain that you knew what you were asking for.

“If I gave a shit about the consequences, I wouldn’t have ridden you with so much effort. Go ahead, cowboy. I can handle it.” The almost devilish grin that was present at the corner of his mouth gave you the assurance that he wouldn't disappoint you. Jack kissed you one more time before he lifted his torso and knelt between your legs. He continued to hold your hand, and you couldn't deny that the ease with which he lifted your hips using only one arm was a highly memorable sight.

Jack Daniels was certainly a gentleman, but he was also a damn teaser. He knew how desperate you were for more, so he started moving even slower, curious for your reaction. You leaned your elbow on the bed to face him better, and narrowed your eyes at the satisfied and proud smile on that beautiful face.

“You’re such a bast- Caralho!” you didn't get a chance to finish the sentence when he finally gave you what you wanted so badly. You grabbed the sheet with your free hand and had no pity as you dug your nails into the back of his hand. It was an almost impossible effort, but you kept your torso up, you needed to watch every detail of every single time Jack buried his cock in your pussy and then pulled almost all of it out just to enter you again vigorously, making audible the sound of his thighs slapping against your ass. If the pleasure wasn't so overwhelming, you might have paid attention to how much your quadriceps seemed to be burning; definitely at least a week of painkillers and not even thinking about wearing heels. But honestly? It would be worth it.

Just when you thought the scene couldn't get any more pleasurable, you raised your gaze to Jack's face and holy shit, the man managed to be even more attractive with his skin glistening with a thin layer of sweat and his once-milimetrically aligned hair now totally messed up and sticking to his forehead. And as if it wasn't almost a crime that he looked so attractive, Jack made sure you noticed his gaze admiring every bit of your body until it stopped at your face, looking into your eyes as he fucked you.

At this point you almost lamented how good he was at what he did because you really wished you could hold on a little longer, but your legs were already starting to shake and the spasms were getting more frequent and, judging by Jack's grip on your hand, he was close to the limit as well.

"Jack" you just nodded, not needing to say anything more for him to understand what you wanted. He leaned over on the bed, laying his body on yours and resting his forehead on yours, still holding your hips. You released the sheet only to sink your hand into his hair, at this point you no longer had the strength to pull at the brown strands. You kept looking into his eyes as long as you could until you sank your face into Jack's neck when the orgasm came, screaming his name along with an almost incomprehensible stream of obscenities in a mixture of Portuguese and English. You scratched lightly at the back of his neck as he squeezed your hips harder, entering you one last time and letting out a hoarse moan as he came deep inside you.

Jack released your hip and propped his hand on the mattress, kissing your shoulder as he caught his breath. You sighed as you curled his hair in your fingers and kissed the curve of his neck before laying your head on the pillow.

"Changed your mind about the weekend?" he joked as he looked at you, kissing the point of your chin.

"If by changed my mind you mean started considering spending next weekend here too, then yes." you replied with a smile, speaking in a lazy voice.

"I'll be waiting anxiously, honey." he said before pressed his lips gently in yours. Jack caressed the back of your hand and carefully deinterlaced his fingers from yours.

He pulled out of you slowly and got up from the bed, you couldn't help but stare straight at his ass as Jack walked to the bathroom. Now that the excitement had passed, you were beginning to feel your body heavy, especially your legs and your eyelids. You closed your eyes for a moment and relaxed back into bed, knowing that it would take no effort to fall asleep.

"Honey?" you heard Jack call, running his fingertips along your thigh.

"Yes?" you replied keeping your eyes closed.

"Just making sure you're awake." he replied as he gently spread your legs a little further apart, carefully beginning to clean you up. It was still almost a mystery to you how gentle this man could be after fucking you so hard. When he finished what he was doing, he planted a kiss on your knee, making you smile and finally open your eyes.

"Definitely a gentleman," you said with a satisfied expression on your face.

"Unfortunately, I can't say anything similar about you, Miss." you frowned uncomprehendingly, and he approached his face closer to yours "Next time you're going to stare at my ass, at least try to disguise it," he said as if it was something really serious and nibbled your jaw.

"I needed to make sure those jeans do justice to it." you replied with a crooked smile.

"Okay, you have a good point." he laughed rolling his eyes and walked back to the bathroom only to throw the towel he had cleaned you with into the laundry basket and turn off the light, as well as the lights in the bedroom. He closed the curtains to make sure that the sun wouldn't be responsible for waking you both up earlier than necessary and finally returned to the bed, laying down beside you and draping the comforter over both of you. You settled on your side and couldn't help but look at him with an expression that betrayed that you wanted something. Jack smiled, fluffing up his own pillow, and stretched his arm toward you, patting his own shoulder. "Come here." You didn't hesitate to cuddle up against him and lay your head on his chest, still fascinated by how easily he could guess what you wanted.

"I hope you don't mind if I casually sleep in until two in the afternoon," you said, raising your head slightly to look at him.

"Very kind of you to think that I'll be up before five in the afternoon." Jack replied as he stroked your cheek with his thumb, then he moved a little closer just to kiss you softly.

Once the kiss was finished, he put his arms around you and let his face rest against the top of your head. You settled down, practically hidden in his embrace, and rested your head comfortably on his chest.

"Good night, sugar."

"Good night, cowboy."

Then, concentrating on his heartbeat, you drifted placidly off to sleep.

[aladaylessecondblog]

"Shoulder Angel"

Why me?

Sadara thought it as she watched the door open, and Dagoth Ur step through it and onto the tile floor. Once more he was given a towel, and she was able to question the situation. The only change was the deep red robe he was wearing, that had some fancy embroidery about the hem, and the same belt he'd worn before.

Just...why?

Well - she knew why this was happening, he thought she was somebody else, some Nerevar guy reincarnated. And Vivec apparently thought so too, if his bribe was any indication. It was all this Nerevar's fault in the first place, but in the second it was hers, for taking Vivec's money and indulging whatever in Oblivion THIS was.

Pffff...Vivec knows what he likes and knows how to use it. It's not my fault if it works.

Sadara gulped slightly.

Please tell me you're not Nerevar, she thought, And if you are please leave me alone, I don't need more people telling me what to do.

And so what if I am? Huh?

Sadara gave a sigh, and approached Dagoth Ur's table.

He crossed his legs. I hope you noticed.

She ignored Nerevar's input, brought up her notepad, and tried to speak in her best Customer Service voice, "And what will it be?"

There was a pause, and a feeling in the back of her mind like a dog bouncing on its feet in anticipation of a bone.

"Coffee to warm me up, for one." Dagoth Ur's voice was a bit slower, more deliberate. He shifted slightly in his seat, and the eyes of the mask were turned up to her own. "And a plain kwama egg omelette."

"Coming right up. Jiub?" Sadara looked over her shoulder, "Y'get that?"

"Yeah, I got it, won't take long." Jiub took a long inhale from his cigarette, and got to work.

Sadara moved to get the coffee, thankful to get away from that mask and the empty stare it was giving her. Even with her back turned she could feel that stony gaze. But, she told herself, there was nothing to be afraid of. If she was Nerevar reborn (and that was a BIG if, she put zero stock in prophecy nonsense like that), then the man wouldn't harm her. He liked Nerevar too well for that...

He DID care for me?

...so there was nothing to worry about, so long as he didn't make things strange.

"I didn't see any buoyant armigers on my way here," Dagoth Ur said suddenly, "And it makes me wonder why. They usually prefer this place to the imperial pancake restaurant on the other side of the Ghostfence."

"Well..." Sadara, who still hadn't forgotten getting that hand in the mail, said, "Well, after the last time, I can't imagine they're enthusiastic about...patronizing this place."

"The last time? What happened, hmm?"

He already knows what happened, the minx! I can practically hear the smile!

Shut up, Nerevar. Not that that's who you are.

Who the oblivion ELSE would I be? Do you hear voices often?

"Well," Sadara started, "Ah, one of them slapped me, you see..."

"And?"

Jiub finished the eggs and Sadara brought them over.

"And I got...a hand in the mail later. It was frightening," she said, "I mean--it must have been from one of them, maybe even the same one to do it. But...I was worried it was a threat."

"A threat? Why would you think--"

Well that confirms THAT!

Nerevar echoed Dagoth Ur's words, questioning why she would think it was a threat.

Why, I'd have loved getting a body part from my enemies! Tells me that they've been taken care of!

"Generally when body parts come in the mail, one takes it as a threat...regardless of how it was labeled."

A pause. She couldn't see his face, but his suddenly tense posture gave off every indication of surprise.

"I'm sure it wasn't meant that way," he said a moment later. Then, after another pause, and a slight tilt back of his mask so he could eat, he set to eating.

Sadara was relieved. Nerevar was anything but.

What are you doing? Say something to him! Tell him you appreciated the gesture!

I DIDN'T appreciate it! Sadara thought back, I don't know how they did shit back in the First Era but that's not how things work now!

Say something nice. Anything. You've hurt his feelings...

His feelings aren't my responsibility!

Look, be nice and you'll get good tips. Keep him happy and you'll get something out of it. Is that enough incentive?

Nerevar was somewhere between furious and desperate, and Sadara honest-to-gods could not have said which of them better suited his tone. The dog metaphor was ever more appropriate - it was as if he were scratching at a door, begging to get through.

Fine, she thought, Fine, I will.

She looked back to Dagoth Ur.

"Should I be worried about retribution from the buoyant armigers?" she asked, on noting he was done with his eggs. "I assume the gesture was meant to threaten them, now I'm...aware of what it wasn't supposed to do."

"I can ensure nothing happens," he replied easily, "If it's a concern."

"I'm able to defend myself against one or two of them, but several..." She took the plate, and on noting his empty cup took it to give him a refill. "Well. I suppose in that case I would need help. But I've always had Jiub around for that."

"The cook?"

The mask looked in Jiub's direction.

"We're not fucking if that's what you're thinking," Jiub called back, "I like about five things in life and fucking's not one of them. We just watch each other's back."

"JIUB!" Sadara snapped.

"What? We're not."

Now she WAS sorry, and she turned around to say as much. She was still half afraid of being the object of Dagoth Ur's anger. But on looking back at him saw the faintest line of a smile from what she could see of his lower face.

The bell above the door rang. In walked a couple ordinators, followed shortly by a somewhat stooped older lady Sadara didn't get a good view of, occupied with the coffee pot as she was. The cup was soon filled, and then pressed back into Dagoth Ur's hands, allowing the barest hint of skin contact as her fingers brushed absently against his.

Gods, it's been AGES...

Not NOW, Nerevar!

Isn't he wonderful? Nerevar questioned her.

In a semi-adorable wet cat kind of a way, maybe.

You are probably the first person to touch him that wasn't trying to kill him in literal centuries. I'd be like that too, if I still had a body! Well. I mean I felt it through YOU, but...it's just not the same.

Sadara moved away from the table quickly, and down to that of the older lady's. Only once she was up close did she realize who the woman was.

"Queen Mother Barenziah," she said, giving a bow and praying her tone was polite enough, "I trust your journey was...ah...not too irksome. Travel behind the Ghostfence is unpleasant at the best of times."

"Yes, well, we all make do...I can't imagine why anyone would want to live back here, unless they're a masochist, or don't have much of a choice in the matter."

"To what do we owe the honor of the visit?"

"Because the Waffle House in Mournhold is full of people who wouldn't know good food if it was spit in their face. I've not seen a good once since I left Riften and I'm hoping this one will be different."

"There's an IHOP--"

A scoff.

"--but we're pleased to have you here. Now what would you like to eat?"

Barenziah had rather a large order, considering her two guards - three All-Star specials; six capped, topped, and diced hashbrowns; three waffles; and four sides of ham.

"That'll take a little while," Sadara said, "I hope the wait won't irk you."

"I've got nothing but time, child." The woman smiled, briefly, and then asked for coffee for all three of her party.

The rain went on outside. Inside, the atmosphere was almost peaceful--certainly it was quieter than its usual. Sadara retrieved the coffee, and brought the three cups on a tray.

"I forgot to ask if you wanted anything with it, but there's a few packs of cream and sugar, and we have a few flavored syrups if you--"

"We prefer it black anyway," said both the ordinators at once.

"As do I. It makes things much easier, that," Barenziah said. She glanced over Sadara's shoulder. "But it looks as though you might be having trouble. Isn't that Dagoth Ur?"

"Yes, but he's...he's rather quiet. In a way," Sadara replied, and noting the presence of the ordinators once again, carefully adjusted her words, "He may be under the impression that I'm someone important to him."

One of the ordinators lifted his head. "Nerevarine?"

Instantly Sadara tensed.

"No, no, I want none of that here," Barenziah scolded her guard, "Really, does this woman look like she's about to claim she's that old Chimeri warlord? No? I thought so. Sit down, I want to have a nice breakfast, not spill blood on coffee."

Old warlord? I WAS KING--

Sadara ignored Nerevar's outburst, and nodded along as she listened, then said, "He's somewhat of a...regular, in a way. Seems to be interested in me, though I can't..."

"And what about you?" the question was asked almost in a whisper.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, what do you think of HIM?"

"Well--he's obsessive, and pushy, but has the aura of a sad little man, and that's...honestly not as threatening as I've been told. He's almost adora--"

Barenziah reached up suddenly, and grabbed Sadara by the collar, yanking her down slowly to whisper, "Don't do it."

"Don't--do what?"

"Do not. Do it. Do not get friendly with the egomaniac who thinks he's a god. I'm warning you - that story doesn't end any way but with you figuring out you're less important than the gods-forsaken cause. It's not worth it. Whatever you're thinking about him - the posture, the glory, the body, just remember what I tell you."

"My queen, really, this isn't necessary," Sadara whispered back, "I think the worst he's done is make me laugh."

"You think that's harmless, eh? Just you wait. You laugh, and laugh, and then all your clothes fall off. Look at me, child. Look. At. Me."

Sadara, not having much of a choice, looked.

"Repeat after me. I will not let crazy put its cock in me."

"I will not let crazy put its cock in me," Sadara repeated, "It's never going to happen, alright? He does weird shit. It'd never work."

The fuck it won't! We'll find a way!

NOT NOW, NEREVAR!

The squeak of the bathroom door sounded off, and she was let go.

Dagoth Ur left after settling his bill and giving quite a good tip - and that same slight smile she'd seen earlier, when he finished the last of his coffee.

[delafiseaseses]

Thinking about Passwords found in Fallout New Vegas

For some reason I just remembered that Big Sal's password. Which is: D@ddyZH0M3!

An... interesting choice of password. Provide's an extra bit of characterisation to Big Sal.

And it got me thinkin' about the other password notes in the game. Every password tells somethin' of a story, I reckon. So, let's go over the other ones I can find that have notes that actually display the password (and we're, of course, thinkin' about placed passwords, not the hacking minigame).

First that comes to mind is Raul's password for his cell that he puts in a terminal entry near his cell, looking at it creates a note that reads it: 123456789

Raul didn't care, and it provides some humour.

Next is the Overseer's password, found in Vault 34 on the Ghoulified Overseer's body after death. It reads: Sunflower

That's an interesting password for a man who presumably lived his entire life in a Vault with no such flowers. Gives me an almost melancholy feeling, that password.

Staying on Vaults, Vault 3's overseer had a password given to you by Fiend prisoner Rick Lancer. It doesn't just have the password, it has a preamble before it. The note reads: The password for the Overseer's room in Vault 3 is: 1L0V3B@Nana5

I Love Bananas is also the name of the quest to rescue Rick, Rachael and Dennis from Fiend captivity in the Official Game Guide (not that I'd trust that guide as far as I could throw it given what it says about Goodsprings). I don't know why the password is I Love Bananas written like that. Out of game, I think it must be a joke from a dev. In-game I'd guess it's a sign the Vault 3 Overseer knows how to choose a password nobody would guess since, y'know, if the Overseer George Stault chose it after election before the Fiends killed him, he'd have grown up in a place that had no bananas (the alternative is that it was the password of the first Vault 3 Overseer nobody bothered to change).

Next is the Hidden Valley self-destruct password, this is from when you generate the password via the keycards, I'm not gonna check if it shows up if you use science instead: From my cold, dead hands.

That's an interestin' 'un. Apparently the phrase is a slogan associated with the NRA in America? I had no idea. You reckon that chosen by the Brotherhood at Hidden Valley or was that the default password for the bunker? Both would fit, I think. And overall there's a decent amount of style to a self-destruct sequence password being that.

Anyway, that was a little diversion thinkin' about passwords we know and can find in New Vegas. Needless to say, if any of those are your password: Change it to somethin' that isn't in Fallout New Vegas (especially if its Raul's password).

In fact, change yer passwords anyway. They say y'should do that every few months. If that's all y'get outta this post, it'll've been enough, I reckon.

[coldercreation]

Anon who requested more Just!Nizzy content !!!

First of all YES, always<3

But secondly ?? this made me realise that there really isn't nearly enough purely JUST Nat and Izzy stuff in the series?? How is this even possible?? A crime, it is! aasdfghjk

I mean, they do have their scenes together of course and I love them to bits, but IMO they haven't had nearly enough on-screen time together where they're just... chillin?? vibin?? without some external distractions like the heavier conversations or heats or panic attacks or - y'get me?

Well, to be fair, in CYE (or even in LMI) every scene in the story is to develop the 'plot' forward so there's not that much just pure vibin' for vibins sake. But I don't think there's a longer snippet that's just for Nizzy, yet? Or am I forgetting something?? I know I've written minis with them but nothing more substantial.

Lit has gotten some well deserved love in the past few months, so... maybe Nizzy's next ??

We shall see! My writing button has been off since I completed sad!kitty, but I did get all the fuzzy feels thinking about the possibilities of just!Nizzy, so thank you anon for the prompt(s) xx

[onceuponatruthfultime]

Th'Sheriff's so cool! 'm thinkin' about it soo hard but I don't want t'poke him about it *again* so... Y'get t'see this!

He's *so cool* he does th'cowboy thing *real well* but also!! Th'whole reason th'Wild East exists!! N' he's just doin' his best t'help everyone in th'way he can! N' that's *so cool*...

Bein' able t'pull off th'cowboy look n' act, *n'* actually helpin' people and keepin' people's spirits high... What's cooler than THAT?

[cainluvr69]

Let Me Tell You The Story Of A Rainbow - Chapter 7

Previous Chapter

Figaro: Sure, why not. I don't dislike how stubborn the two of you can be about this kind of thing.

Snow: Then we shall have you accompany us, Figaro dear.

White: Put that good nature up where everyone can see it!

Snow & White: Yaaaay!

Figaro: Alright. We're good and virtuous wizards, after all.

The twins cackled gleefully and disappeared into the depths of the exhibit hall with Figaro, and Murr and Shylock followed after them.

Murr: Hey, wouldn't it be easier for us to curry favor with the masses if some sort of crazy incident happened?

Shylock: Certainly, if the opportunity arises. But to desire such an opportunity before it arises…

Murr: Is that bad?

Shylock: No. You may desire whatever it is you wish. One never truly wants something bad to happen, but the seductive song of "What if?" is still irresistible.

Murr: What a good attitude! Let's imagine all the exciting possibilities together!

Shylock: Fufu. Unfortunately, that's not our role to play this time. It's far too easy to let any expectations slip our minds as we get enraptured by the extraordinary exhibits on display.

Murr: True enough! It'd be a tragedy if I didn't enjoy the fun stuff right in front of me and miss the chance to enjoy them forever!

Shylock: Of course. Now, shall we be off? Let us enjoy what we've been invited to enjoy to our hearts' content.

Faust was the next one to step forward, and a step behind was Lennox's large shadow across the floorboards.

Faust: I'm not exactly interested in doing this, but…if we're on official business, then that's that. I don't want to deal with the aftermath if something happens and they blame us for not dealing with it.

Lennox: It would just invite even more misunderstandings. You don't want the younger wizards getting yelled at during an emergency, right?

Faust: That's not why I'm doing this.

Lennox: The security arrangements are fairly rough. Shall we see if there's anywhere that needs an extra hand or two?

Faust: Yeah… This is a pretty big place, and it doesn't sound like all of the magic items on display are clustered together. Let's start from the top floor and work our way down.

Lennox: Alright. I'll stay with you.

Faust: Thanks. If you see anything weird, let me know so I can check it out. While I'm doing that, you can keep other visitors away from the exhibit in question while making sure they don't panic for no reason, and guide them out in case anything bad happens… Or…wait. Why are you going with me? Go somewhere else.

Lennox: But if I'm going to do anything, I think it'd be best for me to do what you just said.

Faust: …

Lennox: Should I not?

Faust: …Whatever. Do what you want.

Lennox: Yes, I most certainly will.

Nero: Hey, Riquet, I heard there's gonna be a buffet at the party on the last day.

Riquet: A…"buffet"…?

Nero held up a pamphlet to try and show Riquet what he was talking about, but Bradley snatched it out of his hands. He scanned it and whistled.

Bradley: Means y'get to pile yer plate with nothin' but stuff you like. You can take whatever you want and eat whatever you want. Lessee… Damn, they're gonna be serving a whole lot. I don't mind attendin' parties if it means I can eat my fill of good grub.

Riquet: Only eating the things you want to… Would one not fall into depravity?

Bradley: Hey, what's wrong with a little depravity here and there? You should do whatever you want and only what you want. You've never had the chance to eat in a place like this before, yeah?

Riquet: That's simply not right. Besides, with so many options, I'm not sure I'd know what to pick…

Nero: It's fine t' not know what you want. There's so many fancy n' interestin' things to pick from, after all. The time you spend decidin' what you want is another part of your dinin' experience.

Riquet: …Really?

Nero: They'll have your favorite bread pudding too, I bet.

Riquet: Will you be the one making it?

Nero: Nah, not me.

Riquet: …Oh, I see.

Nero: They've got chefs way better at what they do than me here, y'know.

Riquet: But I like your cooking.

Nero: Haha, I'm honored. If you see anythin' you like at the party, lemme know. I can make it for you back at the manor, too.

Bradley: Hell yeah. The more the Central tiny asks you to make, the more we've got on the menu.

Riquet: Yes!

Mithra: I know what a buffet is. It's that thing where if you don't eat every single dish in front of you, you'll be killed…

Mitile: They do not kill you at a buffet! It's perfectly fine to only serve yourself what you want.

Mithra: How much of what I want? Is it fine if I eat everything all on my own?

Mitile: I don't…think that's against the rules, but still, it's not polite to keep it all to yourself. You're supposed to share it with everyone.

Mithra: Well, we'll see how I feel about it. Where's this "buffet" being displayed?

Mitile: The buffet isn't one of the exhibits…

Owen: Literally whatever. I have exactly zero interest in that pathetic of a reward. Can I leave now?

Rustica: Why not wait to decide if you have no interest in it after you look around a bit first? A reward that pleases you more than a party or a lavish feast might just fall into your hands.

Chloe: Right, right! It'd be a waste if you let something like that just get away from you.

Owen: There's no way there's going to be anything I like in a place like this.

Chloe: Then where would it be?

Owen: …Somewhere?

Rustica: If it exists somewhere in the world, then it's entirely possible that this is that "somewhere". You might find it today, or perhaps tomorrow. Or in a hundred years or so.

Owen: That sounds awful. Can I sew that noisy mouth of yours closed?

Rustica: I think I'd rather have my ears sewn shut, actually. Having my ears blocked off means I'd be able to hear the sounds that come from within me, yes? I'd be very excited to hear what my heart has to say to me. So please, feel free. Sew me up.

Owen: …You're really incomprehensible.

Chloe: Hey, it looks like everyone else already left! Look, Cain is waving at us.

Cain: Heeeey! Don't get lost in the displays!

Owen: Excuse me? I'm not lost.

Rustica: But would you like to be?

Owen: You can't get lost on purpose.

Chloe: Rustica's great at getting lost.

Rustica: Fufu. I sure am. But perhaps… It's because I want to be lost. Thank you so much, Chloe.

Chloe: Huh, did I do something for you?

Rustica: But of course… It's because I have someone who will look for me that I can become lost in the first place.

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Arthur: This statue…

Cain: Oh, Arthur. Something up?

Arthur: Look at this.

Cain: This statue's pretty freaky. It's got so many tails coming out of it. What's this thing's name… "Oz"?

Oz: …Is something wrong, you two?

Arthur: Lord Oz! N-no, it's nothing…

Oz: Did you see this sculpture?

Arthur: Ack!

Cain: I thought it was a sculpture of some sort of wicked beast, but apparently it's a representation of the "historical" Oz. They'll say basically anything about you, huh?

Oz: I have no interest in the form others claim I have. Let them create whatever they wish.

Arthur: Still… It's downright unacceptable that your name is so closely associated with monsters that are barely even human, and that exhibitions of such creatures continue to be put on display. I will speak with the host and have him do away with this statue in the name of truth…

Cain: Hmm? Hey, this statue's title has a number next to it. This is Oz number 9.

Arthur: What?

Cain: Let's see, this one's #1… 2… 3… Looks like this whole section is nothing but sculptures of Oz.

Oz: All of them, you say… There are roughly twenty of them in total.

Arthur: These must have been created after truly extensive research into the legends surrounding you, Lord Oz. Such hard work and skill should be celebrated, I agree, but…

Oz: The tail and shape of the skull on this one are reminiscent of the Leviathan.

Cain: No matter what each one looks like, they all have a sense of dignity and majesty to them. Seeing this many Ozes lined up is still a pretty impressive thing to witness. Hey, Oz. Can you stand over there for a sec?

Oz: …Like this?

Cain: Yeah, that's perfect. At the center of this forest of facsimiles of the one and only Lord Oz stands the real deal… It's like you've become part of the artistry on display here.

Arthur: … Even so. These grotesqueries don't resemble Lord Oz in the slightest. The real one is the coolest by far.

Cain: Haha, you got that right. The best one is best for a reason!

Oz: …

Arthur: I know… Lord Oz, could you stand over here next?

Oz: Alright.

Arthur: What do you think, Cain? Now it looks like Lord Oz has vanquished a terrible beast…

Cain: Hey, you're right. There's a real air of power now! Like he's the absolute pinnacle of Ozes.

Arthur: The other ones aren't Lord Oz.

Cain: No, see, I mean the vibes we've got going on here. Hm… I don't want to abandon this other position, though. Hey Oz, this time can you go over there?

Oz: …

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Faust: This is an impressive collection of rare gems from all five countries… It's not like I'm a geology expert, but this is still a sight worth seeing. They're all high-quality stones, too. I think they said the host is an art dealer? He's got quite the eye.

Lennox: The security is very thorough as well. As Lords Snow and White said, our host must be quite powerful on the political stage.

Nero: Yeah, these rocks are all on a completely different level from the ones y'might see in a town marketplace or in stands on the street. They're all valuable enough to deserve bein' on display in an event like this.

Faust: Leno, look at this. It says this ore was mined in Southern Country. It's beautiful.

Lennox: Most of the South is still unexplored. There's a lot of talk about mineral veins in areas that don't see a lot of people.

Bradley: Oho, so you're sayin' there's a whole treasure trove no one's managed to get their grubby hands on yet? Sounds like pioneerin' could make you a ton of cash.

Nero: Brad… I didn't realize you were lookin' at this too. I thought you'd left already.

Bradley: If I up and left the hags would make my life hell. Even if I'm jus' goin' through the motions of helpin' out, I'm still goin' through em. Way more important is that these gems are lookin' pretty valuable. And you're sayin' they're just rollin' around in the South?

Next Chapter

[ohcruel]

@6err said : a kiss on the cheek. + bill hehe. (as long as that is okay ... ford probably really got excited about something lbr here)

          bill claims to know everything ,  to be able to see everything ...  but this was an outcome it hadn't expected to happen .  for the first time ,  in a long time ,  bill cipher is caught off guard .  the chances of it happening were there !   ( but so slim ...  he'd ignored it completely . )  "  WOAH there ,  HAHA !  let's ... not get too ahead of ourselves !  ey ,  six ? " he straightens his bow tie ...  this can work in his favour .  if only it wasn't so DISTRACTING ...  "  all i did was shoo away some of that nasty tiredness of yours !  a bit of a pick - me - up !  maybe too much of a pick - me - up ,  if y'get what i mean ... !  why don't we save the CELEBRATIONS for when we get more of this work done !  "   MUSE moves behind his wonderful scientist  ---  a gentle ,  guiding hand brushes against his jaw and lands on his shoulder ,  "  you can do that for me ,  right ,  stanford ~ ? "

[larrythefloridaman]

through improv and sheer serendipity kerfuffle depicts a more realistic dysfunctional family dynamic than some prestige melodramas with the ciblings. I keep talking about this because it all compels me so much.

Prism is the root. but the way that shes treated them all creates this vicious self-perpetuating dysfunction by, intentionally or not, pitting them against eachother in a way that reflects real abuse tactics- it becomes more difficult to identify the real problem if your victims are too busy infighting to realize their common enemy and band against you.

Cobalt tries to protect Crimson and Chartreuse by making them follow The Rules™️ so prism wont involve herself, but this redirects their resentment of her onto him, especially in circumstances like cpuk white/orange, where Prism enables Crimson by freeing him unconditionally without any strings attached (hes supposed to be the powerful bad guy thats fun to fight, not out of prison on parole on his best behavior to not get put back in, she needs to enable and push him to act his worst,) until Cobalt swoops in with conditions to try to do preemptive damage control by making up some rules for crimson to have to follow, critically that he has to Get Back in his Living Jail Cell (crimsonaut) at the end of the tournament. And i dont think crimson would've tried to kill the poor guy if his existence wasn't Actively A Threat To His Freedom! He clearly likes the little dude, he's didn't do that because he Wanted to he just refused to get stuffed back in the jar. he's just. a pretty ruthless pragmatist about certain things and will absolutely do whatever he feels he needs to to accomplish an endgoal of sufficient importance, even if he doesnt feel great about it.

Which cobalt finds distasteful and shitty, and Crimson trying to trigger an apocalypse of sorts apparently just to spite him and rub his face in his failure to protect Mark's universe of origin (while also, in the process and intentionally or not, demonstrating his own system's strength through stress-testing,) even more so. And a lot of the time he's not even Wrong that things crimson does are morally shitty its just that being a god, especially one who wields their power effectively, is sort of inherently unethical in a way I don't think Cobalt's willing to fully accept, and Crimson may be an asshole but hes the one of these two who can generally come out of the trolley problem having chosen correctly, y'get me. Cobalt provably has allowed many many people to suffer through his refusal or inability to take action to prevent it because it would mean having to get his conscience dirty by making a less than ideal choice, and Crimson hates that he has the gall to judge how Crimson performs his duties when the facts are what they are, and Cobalt IS an irrational idealistic hypocrite who doesn't know what he's talking about! He kind of has to be! because the kinds of expectations and circumstances that are placed on them are fundamentally contradictory because, as i said, its kind of impossible to Ethically Be God, and as such if he has to babysit prism's temper so his siblings don't get hurt by keeping them in line and behaving and being Good, he has to operate by following what he can glean of fundamentally irrational and deliberately obtuse rules to the best of his ability, because child abuse is fundamentally irrational. But Cobalt doesn't get that! This is his normal and he doesnt have enough experience outside his bubble to really get how not normal it is! He doesn't feel he needs to justify any of this rationally because their godhood makes them Exceptional, they get to decide what is and is not rational for someone in their position, at least until Prism pulls his entire identity out from under him like a rug. But Crimson through his rebellion demands he make sense without really putting together why Cobalt, attempting to be obedient and dutiful, Acts Like That and dismisses his challenges to the rules as insubordinate and irresponsible, because he doesn't get that Cobalt's criticism is irrational because Prism's irrational and he has to measure by her standard, which she won't make clear. Neither of them get that neither obedience nor rebellion will get them treated better, until they find out their true purposes and the futility finally clicks. But by now they've built up so much baggage around this dynamic and their roles that Cobalt's default with Crimson is accusatory and judgemental, Crimson is the Problem Child and is treated as such, and Crimson, having enough worldly experience with mortals to have reference for what normal is actually supposed to look like and now knowing all his rebellion was pointless, has taken to rationalizing his abuse as having actually been Uniquely Fine because he was a Bad Kid™️ y'see, the god of treachery, Assigned Problem At Birth, even if he'd never want to see any other kid treated like he was, and not really seeing that for the cognitive dissonance that it is just yet.

Meanwhile Chartreuse has seen ALL of this dynamic for what it is for god knows how long. The Futility and overwhelmingly tangled whole of it all frustrates her and its miserable and she wishes they could just stop fighting and see the truth, but she can't really bridge the gap in understanding between them, because she can't tell them anything without risking Prism coming down on her, so she plays her role as best she can when the rules are made up and make no sense but not following them could get her killed, her only option left knowing all this being to stop caring, and so time blurs together in a miserable featureless repetitive slog of overwhelming pain and nonsense........ until she gets out. And now everything is novel and exciting again, and she has to find her footing in a whole new world when her old life and experiences alienate her, and she has all these new challenges that other people don't have because of the environment she was raised in, but she'd sincerely rather die a normal death after a well-lived life than go back to that unending 'special' hell. And god, good for her

[draconicfool]

A Splash of Red Amid the Snow: Plot Relevance

So before we get into this I'm going to preface that this is sort of going to canonize how I have Eros refer to characters in threads that don't involve them, such as the Express Crew, Natasha, the Overworld characters, and Sampo. I am not ever going to make other people adhere to these and we can build our own sort of 'first meetings' and what not. The only person who's interpretation of a character is actively being factored into here is @dreamscapesalesstore's interpretation of Sampo just because we've more or less discussed these losers at length, making Doc a sort of main/affiliate here oop

It's important to note that Eros' understanding of events come first and foremost from Sampo, given the two are the only Masked Fools on Jarilo-VI, it helps to keep each other informed, after all. When Sampo disappears from the original altercation with the Silvermane Guards on the Snow Plains, it's down to the Bahre Family Clinic that he goes. There's a need to get a 'check up' with those water works he likes to play. Using it as an excuse to apprise one of the two resident doctors on their new visitors. Even if Eros' response is that such things are 'going to cause a real mess.'

For awhile Eros is more like a lingering figure within the story rather than an actual character you interact with. The first time he's seen would be outside Natasha's clinic, talking with a few of the miners. Somebody you could more or less miss, but can interact with all the same, mostly since this appearance is during the hide and seek game with the Moles. If interacted with, he merely gives a laugh and tells the trailblazers "C'n't say that I have. They're real slippery ones, those Moles~." And then he's gone by the time the next cutscene is done.

With a minor change in the approach to finding Sampo once he's in the Underworld, one can find him with Eros before the cutscene where he takes you to find Seele and Bronya. Prior to them both realizing they have onlookers, the crew can hear the two arguing. Or more so, Eros scolding Sampo. The conversation has Sampo more or less just doing the puppy dog hand wringing while the doctor chews him out. "Why didn't y'call me? Y'have a phone y'know! Y'text me whenever y'get m'shipments in! Y'could've said more th'n jus' 'oh there are some strangers on th'planet'! But noooo instead y'drag these four down here and Nat and I are gonna have t'clean up th' mess--!" His attention turns to the Express Crew and he tries and fails to give them a reassuring smile. "Looks like y'have company, Koski. Stop by th' clinic when y'er done. We ain't finished speakin' jus' yet." Which then in turn transitions to the usual cutscene.

The next time that we see Eros is in going to Svarog's with Sampo. It's important to note that the pair at least seems to be on friendlier terms than when last they were seen. Though when asked about why he's joined- and who he even is- the response is thus. "Well, someone's gotta keep an eye and make sure y'all don't end up hurtin' if somethin' goes wrong. Might as well be th' only other doctor in Boulder Town." To which there is a resounding response from Sampo of "See~? The doc just loves me sooo much he'd never leave me hanging!" After there is a momentary black screen and a 'Yeowch!' from the con-man. "'m not gonna tell Oleg 'no' when he asks me t' help. There's enough goin' on 'round here without bigger disasters comin' b'cause y'all didn't have a a capable medical on hand."

When arriving at the Robot Settlement, Eros will make mention that he's got a 'different kind' of certification, but he unfortunately can't use it to help them get in. Due to setting up a make-shift clinic in the Settlement that he frequents from time to time, he can more or less come and go as he pleases to see Svarog and Clara. Mostly because he runs check ups on the young girl when he can, and keeping the Boss apprised of the health of both her and any of the Scavengers is rather important. Though, seeing as its always been just him, he can't exactly bring in other people, let alone outsiders.

When Sampo disappears to go and find Natasha, Eros does not go with him, but confronts Svarog with the others. Before the battle ensues he simply whispers a "'m sorry sweet pea" to Clara before the combat.

After this, Eros is not seen again until before going to the Overworld. This is my own personal little 'push this in here cuz I need there to be more reason for him to exist' really. Sampo makes mention that 'before going to the Overworld, we should really see the doc. I bet he has all sorts of things he'd like if I picked up' which would thusly introduce the Bahre Family Clinic as a place that can be gone to similarly to Natasha's. It is, more or less, a little detour since Sampo doesn't join the Trailblazers inside and would be found back where he was with Oleg prior. Upon entering, the conversation will prompt with: Sampo said we should see if you needed anything. "Typical of him t' have someone else come in and talk t' me about it...that idiot, I swear." > Well you do seem like you're upset with him "I wouldn't be so upset if that man learned t' actually send a text! Honestly, standin' a guy up...tha's jus' plain rude..." > Standing up..? "Tha's- neither here nor there! Jus' tell im t' bring me good news!"

After this, he can of course be interacted with once more which would prompt a 'Did y'need somethin' else, sugar?' and a '> I wanted to ask you a few things, actually.' Which lead into various different prompts and things that can be asked. > Tell me about Sampo Koski "Tch, y'wanna hear about him? He's a pain in th' neck if ever there was one! Always comin' t' me cryin' over somethin'. Oh, doc, I got shot by one of th' guards t'day. Oh, doc, 'm comin' down with th' sniffles. Oh, doc, I scraped m'knee runnin' from Wildfire!" He groans audibly. And then, there's a soft sigh. "He's a good guy, helpful. Jus' knows how t' push all th' wrong buttons." > Tell me about Natasha "Nat's good people. Plenty of people ask if 'm upset she set up a clinic when she moved t' Boulder Town, but I say th' more th' better, y'know? M'Daddy used t' say that many hands make light work." He laughs at this. "So, needless t' say th' other doctor who happens t' lead wildfire? She's a good friend." > Tell me about yourself "Me? Shucks, there ain't really much t' tell there. 'm jus' y'er local doctor. Lived here all m'life jus' me and Daddy. Took over th' family business, y'know. Nothin' special at all."

When returning to Sampo to ask questions, there is of course, a 'Tell me about Eros' option "Y'know you could have asked the doc himself if you wanted to know more about him. Unless you want the dirt, in that case... It'll cost you." With his stupid hand rubbing animation. "Just kidding! I don't need to get on the bad side of one of the only two doctors in the Underworld. For such a little guy, he sure packs a punch..." Pathetic little whiny sigh- [this is courtesy of Doc so ty Doc <3]

After all is said and done, Eros can be checked in on before going to see Natasha for the re-opening. He'll be found in the clinic as he was the last time you spoke, though there will be miner NPCs due to everything that's been going on. Prompting a conversation will give you this: "Y'all really did it! Oh, I thought Koski was lyin' through his teeth! Oh, this s'amazin'! I really c'n't believe that we're gonna be able t' see th' surface again." He puts a hand over his heart, looking back at one of the framed pictures over his fireplace. "D'ya hear that, Daddy? S'finally happenin'. Oh, what I wouldn't give if y'could see it." And then he turns back towards the Trailblazer. "Tell Nat I'll see y'all at the 'celebration.' However much that ends up bein'."

He can be seen after Bronya's speech with Pela and the kids, but doesn't partake much in the conversation. He is, of course, pleased as ever to get in a picture. He says that it 'shows how much he's grown.'

And given that I've gone into his Companion Mission and his relevance as it relates to Jolted Awake From a Winter's Dream, that's really all that I can put in as of right now. There'll be more if we/when we go back to Jarilo-VI and I do want to sort of think of a 'canon reveal' to him being a Masked Fool as we've gotten for Sampo and Sparkle but I think that would come later than the first encounter with him- despite the fact his join team lines sort of give that away.

Thank you for reading my insane ramblings of 'Rat's favorite time: inserting my oc into canon shit' <3