(Unfortunately made this for a friend, you know who you are)

September 3rd, 1940.

You've been living in the Cairnholm loop for decades now. It isn't awful, but it gets tedious quickly.

You've always had issues with anxiety. It's a normal, human emotion, but it's a bit.. much at times. Like- you can barely get out of bed in the mornings at times.

It sucks, but, hey, not like you can get rid of it.

Millard, however, thinks otherwise. You see, being the scholar he is, he knows a lot. And turns out he knows that 'reproductive' activities help with reducing stress, as well as hugs. Why go for the simpler option when you were the one to suggest the… alternative? Despite how flustered he seemed, he agreed.

You two were rather close throughout the years - subtle flirty comments, holding hands, a lot of physical contact- So it surprised no one what they heard that 'following night'.

(My cinnamon bun, you can decide if it's the night of september 2nd, or before the bomb dropped on september 3rd. Okay? And he's definitely a bottom, trust. Anyway- BACK TO THE CHAT-)

It was kinda awkward doing it, considering one participant is invisible, and both are (presumanly) inexperienced. He also kept spitting random biology facts in the middle of it-

(Listen, I don't know how frisky y'all get, and I don't think I want to)

Anywho, the bed, being old and crippled, was creaking like it was on life support. Just as you were about to finish you heard someone speak- Claire to be specific.