“You make me happy,” Sebastian blurts out, and it’s enough to catch Arcade off guard, enough to make him raise his eyebrows as he looks up from his current research–something about agave and mesquite–which the man doubts will be going anywhere sometime soon.
“There’s nothing about research that could possibly make you happy,” Arcade replies, deadpanning.
“Well good thing I said you and not research,” Sebastian starts, barrelling on before Arcade could reply, “but there’s the happiness in discovering something new, maybe something you hadn’t meant to discover in the first place, something–” he doesn’t get to finish his sentence before Arcade presses his lips to his.
"you should see the other guy" + a ship of ur choice
Claire was waiting for her when she got back, Carmina by her side. “Mama, You’re in so much -” Her daughter froze, expression changing from relief to worry. “You’re hurt.”
“Eh, it’s just a flesh wound. It looks worse than it is.” She smiled at the pair, glad her sleeve covered the bruises on her arm. “Where’s Faith?”
“You really want her to see you like this?”
“Nope. She -” Alice froze when Carolina’s face dropped again, and Carmina choked back a laugh. “She’s behind me, isn’t she?”
Sheepishly, she turned around. She hadn’t seen Faith this angry in years, not since… Well, before. It was out of worry, she knew that - but it was still a little terrifying. Her wife gave her a quick look-over, and with a sigh, motioned for Alice to follow her.
The walk to their makeshift infirmary was tense. She wanted to go over to the house, to see David and Carolina, but… Well, she was a little stupid when she was out scouting. Little stupid, little impulsive, a little wrathful, as John would have said, all those years ago.
Once inside the little hut, Faith motioned at a bench. “Put your leg up. What the hell happened out there, Alice? You look like you were hit by a truck.”
“You should see the other guy.” Alice gave Faith a sheepish grin, wincing when her wife poured alcohol over the cut on her foot. “We were ambushed. I wanted to see if there was anything left of town, and it… The fuckers have set up a base there. They’re in the house, Faith. Our house. Who knows where else they’ve gone? I can’t let them -”
“Yes, you can, Alice. Carolina and the other scouts - let them go out and look for the Highwaymen. We need you here. I need you.”
With a sigh, Alice leaned over and rested her head on Faith’s shoulder. “I’m here, Faith. I just - we don’t know what’s happening with these guys. It’s my job to -”
“It’s not! It hasn’t been your job in over a decade. You need to be a leader now, not a soldier.” Faith stood up sharply. “Take off your shirt. I need to look at your arm.”
On a different day, she would have made a witty or a suggestive remark. Today… Well, she’s already pushed the limits of Faith’s patience. Carefully, she unbuttoned her flannel, wincing as she struggled to shrug it off.
Her arm was definitely broken - Faith lectured her about being careful as she carefully put it in a splint and helped her into a new shirt.
please shiawna soon as you figure out more i need to know ALL about your fallout oc but whatever the case she and my sole sonja need to hang out
Oh my gosh of course!! I’m still figuring her out and trying to switch to a more Fallout mindset from playing Far Cry for so long but here’s a small info dump for her:
At the moment her name is Molly (that might change)
Her faceclaim is Taissa Farmiga, particularly her with her short hair
Her and Hancock are 🤞 only platonically though
She has the best hacking skills in the Commonwealth
Would live in Nuka World if she could
Absolutely terrible singing voice
That did not stop her from taking over the stage in the Third Rail one night and singing a terrible cover of It’s A Man
She’s from New Vegas but besides knowing that she has no memories of her previous life and is terrified she might be a synth
date + "i just need you to do this one thing for me."
Date: Origins
As far as John Donovan was concerned, Katherine Flynn was the least mobster-y mobster of all of the Irish bastards who had come to the U.S in the last couple of decades. He always had bigger fish to fry, so he knew very little about the Flynns. The rough summary was that the Flynns had been a big name mob family on the Emerald Isle until one side of the Grecco family had gotten greedy, come their way and exterminated Liam, the patriarch of the family. His two kids had fled to the States to hide behind the Burke’s because things were about as amicable between mobsters as you could get, and Thomas Burke had owed Liam about twenty favors.
Big brother Ciaran had seemed to be the one who wanted to start trouble. He worked for Burke when Katherine had run damage control more than anything. She made sure everyone played by the rules in their dealings.
Of course, she still played mob princess. The first time he had seen her officially in person was by chance. They had gone to the same bar for a drink. He was tailing one of Marcano’s goons for information about a case when said goon had gone over to Katherine, laid the flirting on thick and then grabbed her ass, and within seconds the guy had a knife embedded straight through his hand.
A little much, but the girl had style, he’d give her that.
Then months later, she found him. She wanted information about the Greccos. He had played dumb and asked why she assumed he would know and then she took the rug out from under him and informed him that she had been onto him the whole time he was onto her because he ‘wasn’t subtle.’ He had come back with ‘neither are you’- to which she had bought him a drink in response. And he was never one to turn down free booze.
What started at a handful of thinly veiled threats from both ends kicked off as steady case of “you scratch my back, I’ll scratch yours”- information for information, support for support, spying for spying, an alibi for an alibi. It ended up with the pair of them being fairly amicable If someone would’ve told him he would be friends with a mob princess a decade ago, he probably would’ve laughed.
It was her that had first made him look the Marcanos’ way. There was something laughable at that, too.
Her request had been simple. She had come to him one night and merely said “I just need you to do this one thing for me.” She had heard about one of the Greccos joining the Marcanos via marriage, and she wanted information about both sides that she could exploit so they would destroy each other.
Well, that was a solid plan, and he had seen Katherine in action. She was a master manipulator when she wanted things done- all she had to do was bat her eyelashes and tilt her hip and give one of those evil smiles and the world was her fucking oyster. She could plant that little seed of doubt in someone’s ear and they’d be tearing at each other’s throats before long.
Two mob families warring and exterminating each other? Sounded good to him. So he had told her certain details about gossip and locations he had heard about the families. Why the fuck she had taken an extra step and started fucking that little rat-looking bastard Giorgi Marcano was beyond him.
She didn’t have a problem telling him that she could get more information from an egotistical man if she was in his bed, and okay, that was fair. Men as a whole were idiots, and it wasn’t like she had tried anything with him. Yet.
And then John’s entire world had gone sideways when Lincoln had showed up again and had gotten involved with the Marcanos again- or had seemed like it was headed that way before Sal and fucking Giorgi had backstabbed Lincoln and his family and set Sammy’s bar alight and killed nearly everybody inside. Lincoln had survived by sheer chance. John had been an absolute wreck. His actions were practically not his own when he found himself calling on her for help the day after it had gone down.
She had shown up at Father James’ door, offering the padre a weak smile and a polite nod- not something she would do. Having your father get brutally murdered seconds after leaving his side would mess up anyone’s faith. The father had nodded back and stepped aside to let her in. She had practically flown into John’s arms right after, even if he knew she wasn’t expecting him to return the gesture. She had just sat with him after that, letting their knees brush every so often- her own way of showing silent support; her first show of subtlety, too.
It had gone like that for another day or two until John could finally find his voice again. He had looked at her after James had left. “I uh… feel free to hit me for this one because there’s no delicate way of asking but… I officially need to call in that favor.”
“Get closer to Giorgi and play him like a fiddle even more so we can get as close to him as possible and then end all of their miserable lives?”
“Absolutely.”
“Consider it done.”
Months later, John’s stared down at paperwork that told them very loudly that Kate did her damn job with Giorgi so well that the bastard knocked her up. And the naturally after he found out he decided to turn tail and keep her as far away as possible. Because the guy who looked up to his father and son to a man who would move mountains for his son couldn’t be bothered to do the same for his own kid. Cocksucker. Sure, it had also eliminated a really good source of information, but now the bastard needed to get shot in the dick. At least Lincoln knew mostly everything he needed to know. He just needed to finish taking the rest of the city.
Kate moved a hand over her stomach, reading the doctor’s results over and over again. It’s not a condemning action, it’s not exactly protective either, but John knows better than to ask some universal dumbass question like ‘what’re you gonna do with it?’. He likes her, he knows she likes him but he knows full well she’d kill him for that one.
“… … Can I call in a little favor?” she asked after a moment.
He hummed, then set the paper down. “You want a shitty ring and a sham marriage or a place to stay where people won’t look at you funny for years?” when she gawked at him for that, he shrugged. “What? Hell, I technically got you into this mess, I’ll get you out.”
“Yeah, well, I was only going to stay in contact and have the kid’s middle name be Donovan so you’d always remember that little fact. You don’t have to-”
“Least I could do.”
“Holy shit. John Donovan showing up as the knight in shining armor. Never would’ve thought.”
“Yeah, well, don’t go shouting that from any rooftops, I have a reputation to uphold. And you never answered the question.”
She elbowed him in the ribs. “How about neither, you daft bastard.”
He laughed at that. He didn’t end up getting an answer that night, but he was fine with it.
Little Jason Donovan Flynn was born a few months later, and Lincoln sent Sal and Giorgi Marcano down to Hell and then left days after that. John had stuck around to tie up loose ends with a few other cases and then prepped to leave himself. John had stopped by Kate’s apartment to wish her well and promise he’d be in touch, only to find she was packing up herself.
Her explanation was simple: she never really had roots there, and with Burke dying there wasn’t much assured safety for her or little Jay, Ciaran would be leaving soon as well,- and she wasn’t even certain Jay was safe from Burke’s arm of the mafia and she wasn’t ‘in the mood for people who’d kill an usurper without considering he wouldn’t want to usurp.’
He had asked where she was going and she had shrugged and said she had planned on driving until her gas tank ran out. John had mentioned going to a ‘little place just outside Houston’, and she had grinned and said she’d follow him there.
It wasn’t like he was much different. He’d follow her and the little gremlin to the ends of the Earth. It was amazing what loyalty and zero backstabbish-behavior would get anybody in that day and age.
All this from a favor, he had mused, sometime later when the whole Senator Blake ordeal had reached its peak and he showed up at her door in order to lay low for a while after losing the cops. She had slapped him so hard his ears rang for a few seconds, and then she had yanked him forward by the tie and kissed him- not their first kiss, but their first that wasn’t some sort of distraction when they were in the field.
“Awww, you were worried about me. That’s adorable,” he had offered when they had finally parted. It had earned him another light punch to the chest.
He had plopped down on the couch after that, and when little Jay had come wobbling over to him, he had held his hands out to steady him once he reached him. “Man, you really did get the short end of the stick with looks. You’re all Giorgi,” he pointed out.
“Da,” Jason agreed.
“Yeah, your deadbeat dad,”
“Da!” Jason repeated, and then practically smacked John’s hand down.
And then it hit John as to just what the kid was actually trying to say. “Oh hell no, Kid. I’m not- “ he stopped short. Well what the fuck was the point, it wasn’t like Giorgi was here to be a worse case. “Well, guess I’m the closest thing you’ve got, huh?” when he got another ‘Da’ in response, he laughed. “You’re gonna have one fucked up upbringing…” Jason only giggled in response, and John sighed before pulling him up onto the couch and giving him the toy phone that one of them had put on the coffee table.
It was really only fair that his life was equally a mess- half of his time was spent on that little vengeance crusade when the last was being nauseatingly domestic with his best friend-potential old lady now.
And it was all because of a couple of small favors.
29. What did your character dream of being or doing as a child? Did that dream come true?
She wanted to be an actress!! She just thought it would be like in the movies and will give her the freedom she always wanted when she was growing up! She was mostly charmed by the life of glamour and how fun it looked to be able to play so many characters, to “craft” a fake life for each of them!
She travelled to Los Angeles for that! Unfortunately she never made it because she was embraced before she could get a significant role :(
31. Describe a scenario in which your character feels most comfortable.
Hate getting sh*ppy again but clown wiggy on I guess. Because she feels most comfortable with L*Cr**x, when they are relaxing at his haven and she notices how the tension has left his shoulders, something that never happens when he’s at his office, kind of like sitting down in the couch magically removes all stress. She usually sits down with her legs crossed or her knees up to her chest, hugging them and resting her chin on top. She’s watching TV but barely paying attention to what people say, even though her favourite baking show is on. She can hear LaCroix writing down something in the paperwork he is still checking, sometimes she also hears his tongue click and it makes her smile because she can see him frowning and mumbling something to himself. They are not even talking but they don’t need to because it’s not an uncomfortable silence. On the contrary! They both feel right, like that is how life is supposed to feel like, peaceful and quiet, with someone you l*ve sitting next to you. She sometimes makes a passing comment about what’s happening in the show and watches how he glances up and his face either shifts to disgust or pleasant surprise at how the cake the contestants are presenting to the jury looks like. It’s a very silly routine they have but it feels good to share that moment together.
35. How does your character behave around people they like?
AJ!!!!! you are literally like the kindest person on this stupid website and i love seeing you on my dash all the time because you just have Big Friend Energy and a lot of your posts make me smile and i love you and all your ocs and i WILL hug you one day
