If you're doing requests, could we have a scene where our happy? throuple enjoying that lovely cake Simon made in Dogmeat, please?
hi anon!! happy to oblige,, here’s a little snippet from the aftermath of dog meat
the cake was like sand in your mouth.
you knew given simon’s skill it didn’t really taste like dirt. that your mouth wasn’t full of styrofoam, and that your throat was thick and closed up not because the sponge was dry, but because that dread that had flooded your body since you saw elliot’s face caved in had settled permanently into your bones over the last few days.
johnny’s hand lifted and you opened your mouth obediently and swallowed down another bite. he held the back of your neck as he fed you the cake, taking his own bites in between while kyle pressed close to your other side, his free hand plastered to your thigh.
you shivered and flinched at their touches still and you saw how it upset them. their eyes would grow cold and their smiles tight for a moment before they pretended to move passed it.
your breath hitched and you ducked your head before another spoonful could be pushed passed your lips.
“aww come on, hen, you don’t want another bite?”
you shook your head, unable to speak passed the lump in your throat.
kyle leant forward and grabbed his tea, pushing the cup to your lips before you could stop him. you held on to his wrist anyway and frowned at the over-sweet taste of his drink as you were forced to drink a big gulp.
“simon spent a lot of time on this for us, love,” kyle said, pulling the drink away and kissing your cheek. “poppyseed and lemon, just like you asked for.”
your jaw clenched. you hadn’t asked for it. you hadn’t asked for any of this.
“bit late, admittedly; shame we couldn’t have it at the wedding, but it’s not like y’gave us much notice before we had t’change the date,” johnny added with a laugh. he nuzzled at your temple and you clenched your eyes shut.
kyle’s hand hadn’t left your thigh and as much as you hated to admit it, the soothing path of his warm palm up and down to your knee was helping calm you.
“i just don’t want to eat it all in one go,” you lied, soothing their budding anger before it had a chance to flourish. you’d been good at that with elliot too. “i want to savour it.”
johnny grinned into your cheek, nose squashed against your hairline. “always thinkin’ smart, our girl,” he cooed.
“don’t want to spoil dinner, eh?” kyle joked. “and it’s my turn to cook tonight; alright, i get the hint.”
he squeezed your thigh before standing to put the cake away. somehow the three of you had packed away almost half of it, though with how heavy your stomach felt you figured you’d likely done the heft of the work.
it was a delicious cake. or it had been when you’d first tried it, but it was something you’d enjoyed in moderation. too rich for such over-indulgence.
but you supposed pushing for everything all at once, devouring it until there was nothing left, until you were sick of the taste… you supposed that was just kyle and johnny’s style.
