When He (POT/SD) Says, “I’ll Take Care of You..” and Doesn’t.
I have been away for a bit, at least, with my real, raw personally written posts. I’ve had a lot of changes, I’ve traveled, I’m possibly going to have a Vanilla Boyfriend… OMG.
ANYWAYS, recently I traveled to a POT for the first time. I met him months prior to traveling to him and I really wish I could have remembered his personality then as I did now. His number was still saved in my phone and he kept tabs on me for months. Now that I can travel, why not?
Prior to flying out I said, “Let me make sure I can budget being gone.”
His response, “I’ll take care of you while you’re here.”
Flag #1 : My Mistake, I didn’t specify what that meant exactly. If I could go back I would have negotiated a price. Stupid.
Days later I was given a confirmation code to my flight.
Flag #2 This Mofo had me on Economy. Okay, let’s get real, I don’t HAVE to fly first class because it’s 3 hours of my damn life. Who cares. Point A to Point B. BUT it still made me question…
The day that I got there, he was extremely considerate of me. He let me be alone to relax, I got to sleep, he took me out to dinner… but then things started to change drastically especially on day 2.
Day 2 we agreed to go jet skiing for the day. He made me two small eggs for break fast, then instead of going out to lunch, we went to a grocery store for sushi. He would roll his eyes when I mentioned my wheat allergy. He hardly fed me. I was irritable the entire day. AND TO MAKE IT ALL WORSE. He felt inclined to grab private parts of my body out in public and say, “Baby I can’t help it!” My patience was on thin……. Ugh I’m so mad writing it. He continued that act on the jet skiis and the entire night.
In my mind I’m like, he said he’d take care of me.
Flag #3 - Sugar Travel is ALWAYS a toss up. I don’t care what you say or how many days he’s traveled to you. You really don’t know someone until you stay with them or live with them. Period. If it gets this bad, just leave. This is why saving up your allowance comes in handy so you can get a hotel and fly back home yourself.
The last day. Thank god it was only 2 ½ trip basically. So we start driving to the airport and HE EVEN STOPS AT THE BANK PRIOR TO DROPPING ME OFF.
Drops me off and I go empty handed. ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS?
Amongst all this happening, karma was getting him so bad. He broke his phone, one of the jet skiis sank in the lake, and his G- Wagon blew up in a matter of 24 hours.
Moral of this Story : This happens, I’m just brave enough to admit it happened to me and guaranteed it’s even happened to every experienced SB Goddess we all wish to be. This is why I have the awesome followers I do because my shit is real.
Looking Back : The bright side is, I got a mini vacation. I got to drive a Lambo, I found a new love for jet skiis. Think positively.
How would Sole's first kiss with the companions go? Would Sole make the first move or would the companion do it? I LOVE your blog by the way!! I could sit and read it for hours and hours!!
Ah, a classic! Thanks for the prompt anon! I am always happy to be of service to you, and I am glad you like the blog! ^.^
Cait: “Oh shite
Sole! I’m so sorry!” Cait awkwardly hovered over Sole with her hands close to
but not touching their face. “Argh! This is what happens when ya challenge me
to a fight you idiot! You know I can’t back down from a challenge!” Sole doubled
over, heaving air through their mouth as blood flowed out of their nose like a
faucet. “Aw, geez Sole, d’ya have any paper or bandages on ya? Gah, where’s
Curie when you need her? Here,” Cait lifted up her foot and ripped of a piece
of her pants, “Let me try and stop the blood.”
Cait clumsily dabbed at Sole’s face trying to stem the flow.
Sole delicately took control over Cait’s attempt at nursing and patted her on
the shoulder to reassure the ex-raider that they could take care of themselves.
“Yu ah cu when yu ah wuhwied.” Sole remarked in one of those
deep, holding your breath voices.
“What’d ya say now?” Cait asked.
Sole couldn’t help themselves and removed the bandaging
cloth for a second to quickly kiss Cait.
“GAH! Sole that’s disgustin’! Now ya got blood all over me!”
Cait rubbed furiously at her face with her forearm, then muttered, “Clean up
and we can try again later.”
person released their breath, the dull thump
thump of Deathclaw footsteps shook dust off the floorboards and onto
MacCready’s back as he hovered over Sole. The only things separating them from
death were the creaky floorboards of an abandoned shack and a moth worn rug.
MacCready could just barely distinguish Sole’s nervous grimace form the dirt
below their head; this could be it for them. He started shaking, or maybe he
had been but just now noticed. As the mercenary’s life played over again in his
head, he realized the massive amount of regrets it has piled up to be. He
didn’t want to add “withholding his feelings for Sole” to the growing pile, so
as he stared down into their eyes with sharp, cutting fear, a shaky “hell”
escaped his throat.
He let his head drop, and their teeth crashed together
uncomfortably from behind their lips. Sole gasped and MacCready darted his
tongue inside their mouth to hush them. Shaky breaths left their mouths as he
parted for a moment, and then went back in. Thump
thump went the footsteps; thump thump
went their hearts.
Soon the Deathclaw had wandered off, and finally the two
partners parted. Panting, MacCready suddenly realizes what he just did.
Sole hushed him with a finger.
“It’s okay MacCready. Me too.”
Danse: “Ugh, why
did you have to enlist me for this
assignment Sole?” Danse made an unpleasant face as his feet made gross slopping
noises every time he picked them up out of the bog. Sole had apparently gotten
word from Preston that somewhere in the far south of the Commonwealth was a
promising spot for a settlement. Danse
wasn’t so sure of that himself. And of course, the one time he needs it
most, his power armor is sitting in Sanctuary with Sturges, getting repaired.
He can see Sole forcibly holding in their giggles every time he complains.
“W-woah!” The paladin’s foot caught a submerged tree root
and sent him flying into Sole. They both splash into the boggy water and get
shouts, and when they quickly sit up to escape the swamp’s grimy clutches, they
accidentally ram lips first into Danse who’s been on top of them this whole
Both freeze, perfectly still, their eyes wide and staring at
each other. Tentatively, Sole brings and hand to the back of Danse’s head and
closes their eyes. Danse breathes a sigh of relief through his nose and lets
his eyelids slide close too. They spend the next few minutes kissing in the
cold bog water, and Danse figures Sole’s kiss was worth getting wet over.
Deacon: They were
just messing around. A radstorm had blown through their path and forced them to
hunker down an old abandoned bunker. To pass the time Sole flipped on the PipBoy’s
radio. “Care to dance?” Deacon asked them, cocking a playful eyebrow at Sole
who simply giggled and offered their hands for a dance. Deacon grabbed Sole’s tentatively
outstretched hands in his and started waving their arms around in exaggerated,
goofy motions. Sole just let him do what he wanted since they had already gone
mostly limp from laughing too hard. Suddenly he spins them around and dips their
body low over the concrete floor. He’s grinning wildly, face close enough to
feel Sole’s breathy laughs wash over his cheeks. He knew then he just had to do
it, so he kissed them.
Sole froze for a second in shock, then threw their arms
around his neck, pressing in, wanting to go deeper. Deacon tilted his head as
he slowly stood them up. Tighter and tighter he pulled them in, parting his
lips and hoping they’d part theirs too. They did, and both partners slid their tongues
over each other’s, melting into the kiss.
When it finally ended, Deacon was smiling and looking down
at Sole. He took off his glasses: just
this once, he thought, just for them.
They gaped at him.
“Like what you see boss?”
Piper: Sole bemusedly
observed Piper as she attempted using chopsticks for the first time to eat her
power noodles. With each new attempt the slippery pasta continually escaped the
grip of her utensils and plopped back into the broth. Finally the reporter
managed to catch the noodles with her mouth about an inch above the rim of the
bowl before they had the opportunity to slip away again. Slowly, she raised her
head, a long train of noodles still hanging from her mouth. Proud but
perplexed, Piper was unsure about how to finish getting the entire bit into her
jaws. Helplessly she looked to Sole.
“He’p a gir’ ou’ here?” She pleaded through pressed lips.
“Haha! Sure! Here
Piper, let me help you with that.” Sole picked up their own pair of chopsticks
with perfect technique and scooped the other end of Piper’s noodles into them. “Bon
apetit!” Sole exclaimed before shoving the pasta into their mouth. Piper
watched Sole with unbelievably wide eyes as they inched their way across the
noodle strand towards her. At the end of the line, Sole pressed their lips into
Piper’s before biting off the noodle strands. The survivor then reclined
triumphantly back in their seat. Piper’s face now matched her coat,
“OH MY GOSH! BLUE!”
Preston: Preston thickly
swallowed back his anxiety as he gripped the hubflowers behind his back. His
mother taught him to always be a gentleman, but his nerves were really getting
the best of him at the moment. Oh no, there they are! Sole was standing on an
elevated outpost, facing away from him, watching the sun set over Sanctuary’s
humble little lake.
“G-General…” Preston stuttered. Sole turned to look at the
minuteman, a smile blooming across their face when they recognize it’s him. Preston
smiled too, out of reflex at seeing Sole happy. He almost tripped up the steps
to get to them, and blushed whenever Sole made a quiet giggle.
“Hey Sole! I um…”
He took a deep, quieting breath. “I wanted to give you
something, to show you h-how much I appreciate you, and-“ He handed Sole the
bouquet who gently took it from him. “And, I just thought I should let you know
that… I admire you… as more than a General and… as more than a friend.”
Sole beamed at his confession, and relief flooded Preston’s
veins. And what a pleasant surprise when Sole popped up on their tiptoes to
admired Sole’s silhouette against the backdrop of Magnolia’s performance, a
cigarette slowly smoking up the bar from between his fingers. Yellow eyes study
the outline of Sole’s nose, its delicate bumps and curves. The survivor didn’t
notice the synth, intently focused on the singer onstage, watching her with
Nick didn’t need to think much about doing it. Maybe it was
the dim lighting and pervasive chem-laced atmosphere that impeded his servos
inhibitors. Regardless, he catches Sole’s chin between his thumb and forefinger
and pulls them gently in for a kiss. Sole was surprised, but quickly dissolved
into Nick’s lips, feeling his mouth move in tandem with theirs. When it ended,
“What took you so long Nick?”
“I don’t know doll… I don’t know.”
course Hancock had been joking when he suggested they share the bed roll for
the night. He would’ve been completely fine spending the night on the floor; he’s
woken up on more than enough of them in his lifetime. But there he was, laying next
to Sole in a flimsy excuse for a sleeping bag. He rolled over,
“You asleep yet Sole?” He asked.
“Nah, it’s kinda hot in here to be honest.” They confessed. Sole
decided to roll over too, wanting to chat a bit more; but after finishing a
complete one-hundred and eighty degree turn, Sole and Hancock perfectly
lip-locked with each other. They both immediately pulled away; neither of them
really expected… well, that.
Hancock cautiously went in for another kiss, this time intentionally.
He stopped just before reaching Sole’s lips and let them choose whether or not
to close the rest of the distance. He smiled against their mouth when they connected
with him. Hancock wrapped his arms around Sole to keep them close, and for the
rest of the night they enjoyed dwelling within the comfort of each other’s
frowned furiously at Sole while dabbing an alcohol-drenched cotton ball to
their busted lip. “How many times must I take care of your before you shape up
and stop getting into ridiculous bar fights. You weren’t even drinking! How
could you engage in something as ridiculous as zhat while still sober?” The
rest of her grievances the scientist rattled off in French. Sole just smiled
dreamily at her, still a little out of it from being decked in the head.
“Y’know, kisses makes things heal quicker Curie.” Sole
slurred, eyes half-open.
“W-what!? Sole, I think zhat punch did more damage than I
originally calculated.” Curie frowned.
“Please!” Sole begged, pouted, and pointed to the cut on
their puffy red lips.
“Agh! Alright, I guess if you will finally allow me to
continue the evaluation afterwards, I shall do it.”
Red-faced, Curie cautiously leaned forward and pressed a
quick kiss to Sole’s lips.
whimpered and held their hands over the now agitated lesion.
“AHA! Zhat is what you get for interrupting me! Now, move
your hands! I must continue zhe examination!” Sole frowned as they removed their
palms, but inside they thought totally
X6-88: “You want
to do what?” All at once Sole wished they’d kept their stupid mouth shut. X6 was
now staring straight at them, his stern face belying his genuine curiosity.
“Nevermind. It’s not important, let’s just focus on the
mission alright?” Sole turned to stalk off in the direction of their latest
assignment when X6 roughly snatched them around by the shoulder.
“It was important.
Now tell me.” The courser demanded. Sole
screwed up their face at X6. There was no way they could ask him for this kind
of thing! The way he acted, he’s probably never even thought about it, much
less ever wanted it. He was still staring down at Sole expectantly, and Sole
began to tremble a little. They couldn’t force the words to come out again; the
first time was stressful enough.
“Tell me.” He prompted again.
“Fine. W-would you… kiss me?” Sole grimaced after finishing
the statement, waiting for the inevitable rejection and complimentary
“Alright.” X6 agreed with Sole, and then he was on their
lips. A lifetime of Institute living made X6’s lips soft against their wasteland-chapped
pair, but the kiss was more than Sole or X6 could have ever hoped for. The
chaste kiss ended soon, maybe too soon, and X6 only had one comment to make,