Ayeee it’s my first time writing Voltron. (Also format might be wonky bc, yanno, writing on phones is hard).
The ending is suuuper abrupt I’m sorry, I hit that typical sick!fic wall.
📚: College au, sick!keith, klance
Keith wakes up in a panic. He bolts straight up in bed, hands immediately cupping his throat. It takes a few disoriented moments before Keith realizes where he is: his bedroom, stuffed into his twin sized excuse for a bed, and tucked tightly against Lance.
It was a dream, Keith tells himself, with a quick shake to the head. It was a dream, but he can barely remember what it was about, the narrative falling threadbare like a spider web that’s been hastily wiped away. What he can remember is choking and the guttural, almost feral noise he made trying to breathe.
Keith forces his hands away from his neck and takes a deep, even breath. A sharp sting scrapes down his throat and he realizes that the pain isn’t nightmare residue, it’s real. And it’s not just his throat. Keith aches - his head, his muscles, his chest.
• summary : in whichmin yoongi doesn’t know how to deal with his emotions and so, naturally, they all burst out of him at 2 a.m. in an alleyway next to the bar.
• word count: 5.1k
• warnings: swearing; alcohol
→ note: i wrote this while i was sad and listening to this playlist, but this work isn’t sad, and i’m not exactly sure how that happened?? enjoy the fluff and the best friends/total wingmen jimin and hoseok~
It’s 11 p.m. when Min Yoongi thinks he might die if he doesn’t admit it soon.
ss finding an old piano and starts to play it (can you include maccready?) ♡
Cait: ”What’s with this sappy shite? We’ve got raiders to kill,” Cait huffs impatiently, crossing her arms. When Sole doesn’t respond, she sighs and leans on a wall. “Are you seriously gonna make me wait an’ listen to this?” Again, no response. Cait sighs and sits down on the ground, waiting for Sole to finish, and refusing to admit to herself that Sole’s song was rather lovely.
Codsworth: ”Oh mum/sir, I do remember this song. Really brings a tear to the old mechanical eye,” Codsworth said weepily. “I am so very glad that you remember, it was such a popular hobby of yours…” Codsworth drifted off into a nostalgic daze, smiling inwardly as he remembered the family he misses so.
Curie: ”This sounds beautiful, such a marvelous piece. Did you learn this before the war? It is a shame that so much art such as this has been lost,” Curie listens intently to the lovely music.
Danse: ”Must we stop?” Danse turns to look at Sole. When Sole begins to play, he sighs and decides to wait.. “This does sound very… soothing,” he says awkwardly, unsure how else to describe it. Nonetheless, he enjoys taking a break to appreciate music he rarely heard otherwise.
Deacon: ”You’re a pianist? Heh, pianist. Need me to drape myself over the piano and sing, boss? I’ll wear a sparkly dress, too,” Deacon jests, but peacefully (if a little awkwardly) enjoys the rest of the song.
Dogmeat: Dogmeat loves it, he snuggles up by Sole and even joins in a little by howling with the song.
Hancock: ”Ooh, you’re full of surprises. I haven’t heard music this pretty since Magnolia. Yeah, this is nice,” Hancock comments, getting comfortable somewhere and closing his eyes.
MacCready: ”Aw, you’re making me tear up over here,” MacCready comments snarkily, but quietly listening to the song anyways and blushing furiously when he actually begins to tear up.
Nick: ”This takes me back,” Nick smiles. “Good music is hard to come by nowadays.” He sits down and tilts his head back, relaxing as he enjoys the melody.
Piper: ”Aw, Blue. I’d never had pinned you for a pianist. This sounds… beautiful,” she smiled softly.
(I’m very sorry I had three more characters but I am extremely tired so I hope this will do)
I had help from several people with this, including @memento-scribet@king-wolfie@vanity-grayson@the-singing-canary and several helpful anons and messages from followers. I hope you enjoy them because they took forever and I really want you to like them. Share this around so others can see it, and don’t forget to add tags so it shows up under the tags listed.
aaaaaa ;; I’m sorry for this being so late I’ve been so busy ~ little goose
little guy! Show me what you got!” Cait got into a fighting stance and smirked at Maxson. In a matter of seconds she was flipped over and on the ground.
“Watch what you say, civilian. I will not tolerate-” Cait had got up as he was speaking and sucker punched the Elder right in the face. The fight was on. It lasted around 3 hours tops, both getting knocked around by the other. The fight was closed to a tie because never of them would give up. Curie scolded them both when they were done, saying that “it was a hazard to their health” if they continued. Maxson suffered from a fractured wrist, a broken nose, and a cluster of bruises making his face swollen. Cait suffered a minor concussion a black eye, a few cracked ribs, and a sprained hand. They both decided it was best to not do that again, unless they got bored.
Maxson raised an eyebrow at the Mr. Handy.
“Sir? If I may, I don’t think it would be wise to conduct a fight against you, my saw arm alone is enough to give you stitches. I wouldn’t want to worry Miss Curie.”
“I suggest if you don’t want to be turned into a scrap heap, then you better stay back.” As Maxson said that, it made Codsworth run tail and run, he didn’t even want to fight the Elder of the brotherhood anyway.
Curie is a sweetheart, why would anyone want to fight her? She doesn’t even like fighting, only when it’s necessary. When asked to Maxson she was in shock.
“Fight him? He has done nothing wrong to provoke me! Yes I mean he can be a bit ah, rude to me but that’s not a reason to hurt him!” However, she still ended up to face to face with him.
“Monsieur? If I may, I do not wish to fight you.” Curie crossed her arms in protest. Maxson didn’t say anything, just shrugged and walked off. He’d never admit it but he was quite fond of Curie since she helped people no matter what, despite being a synth.
“Me? Fight elder Maxson? You’re out of your mind.” Danse crossed his arms and stared at the person who dared him.
“Last time that happened I ended up with a few broken ribs and a hand. I was off the field for almost 5 months.” He looked at the ground and then back up,
“Of course I was more naive and less aware at that time, maybe I will take him on again.” Later that day, Danse was seen fighting Maxson. He wore a swollen face and a bloody nose just looking at him, however he also had a broken rib and a sprained ankle. Maxson had a black eye and what seemed like a fractured hand. Maxson was winning, Danse was unfortunately too cocky to take him on, leaving him on the ground after being flipped over, and then being left with a shattered pride.
“me, fight that hunk?” He laughed loudly, “Oh goodness, you gotta be kidding me!” He wiped a tear from his eyes from laughing so hard.
“Well, you only live once, am I right?” He got up to go find Maxson. Once he spotted him, he popped a stealth boy and snuck up to him. He forcibly pulled the elder down, however he did not expect him to reach blindly in the air and take a lucky grab at the spy, pulling him down too. Deacon slammed onto the ground, giving him a small nose bleed.
“Using a stealth boy, eh? Coward, show yourself!” Maxson yelled out in anger. Deacon quickly ran off, but kept his cool as he told the person who dared him that he totally beat Masson with just one punch. No one believed him since they saw Maxson the next day with no bruising or swelling showing that he’d been in a fight.
He tilted his head in confusion. He was a sweet dog (most of the time), why would he jump Maxson? Dogmeat didn’t move, he just sat down, scratched himself and rolled around on the ground in boredom.
“I’ll gladly do so.” Hancock smirked a mischievous smirk. He strolled up to Maxson with a wide grin on his face.
“What do you want, ghoul?” Maxson looked at him in disgust.
“Oh nothing, just wanted to give you something.” Hancock punched the elder in the face and yelled out, “Fight me you little punk!” The fight my friends, was on. Maxson was strong and fast, but Hancock was swift and flexible. He was like a fox letting a bull charge him but then jumping to the side at the last second. Maxson was able to get a few punches on the mayor but soon found himself on the ground in pain. Hancock had body slammed him to the ground and walked off with just a broken finger and a slight limp in stride that wpuld last at least a week. Maxson however had a cracked rib, a black eye, and busted lip. No one ever let the elder live that down. Who couldn’t talk about it? The elder of the Brotherhood of Steel had just got his ass kicked by a skinny ghoul from Goodneighbor.
Maccready nervously chuckled
“I don’t think that’s such a good idea, I mean I’m not really trained in hand-to-hand combat.” However he strolled up to Maxson and was about to punch the guy in the face but when he turned around and questioned Maccready, the poor sniper just about jumped out of his skin and ran away with his tail tucked between legs.
Nick: “Listen, I would and I really want to, but he could easily turn me into a scrap heap the next time he saw me, so I’d better not.” The detective lit up a cigarette,
“However, maybe if I’m feeling risky I might just fight the guy”
“Bring it Maxson! Fight me!” Piper put her fists up at the taller man. Maxson looked down at her and scoffed.
“Do you really want to do tha-” before he could finish his sentence, piper went right into fighting dirty and had kicked him right in the baby maker. The elder held his groin in pain as a tear welled up in his eye, but he held it in. He gasped slightly before maintaining his posture and got rewards with a strong kick to the shin bringing him down on one knees. Piper cheered,
“Hey guys! I just brought the elder of the Brotherhood of Steel to his knees!! How many of you can say that, huh??” She walked laughing and pumped her fists in the air, she was definitely writing an article about this.
“Oh I don’t know, he’s a really strong guy….but I always wanted to challenge him!” Preston smiled and nervously rubbed the back of his neck. Later that day, he walked up to Maxson and bluntly told he wanted to challenge him to a fight.
“Challenge me? To a fight? You do realize you are addressing the Elder of the Brotherhood of Steel, correct?” Maxson challenged Preston, his back straight and staring sternly at the Minuteman.
“I know exactly who I’m addressing and I’m challenging you to a fight.” Preston stared down the Elder.
“Very well then.” With that, the two were at each other, punches flying and dirt being kicked up everywhere. Soon enough, Preston landed a punch square Maxson’s face. The sweet pure man soon realized that was a mistake since he then found himself on the ground, wheezing, flooding coming from his face. He groaned as he slowly got up, suddenly feeling nauseous.
“Monsieur! Oh dear, you need to be treated immediately! You too Monsieur Maxson! Come come! ” Curie had ran up to scene of the fight just in time to see Preston go on the ground.
“Curie I’m fine..just need to catch my breath..” Preston almost went unconscious as he stumbled to Curie’s place. He was diagnosed with a few broken ribs, a bruised shoulder and a broken nose, Maxson however, had a broken nose and a fractured jaw. Preston decided to never challenge Maxson again.
As soon as he was dared he got a wild grin on his face.
“Strong smash small human? STRONG SMASH PUNY HUMAN!” He ran over to Maxson bellowing a loud roar. Maxson silently thanked whoever was listening that the super mutant was so loud that no one could hear his high-pitched scream as he was taken into the mutants arms and thrown like a rag doll. The Elder suffered from a number of injuries: broken leg, arm, wrist, a concussion, and extremely sore joints and muscles for next few months. It took a ton of persuasion to convince Maxson not to terminate Strong for treating him so poorly.
“I will gladly punch the shit out of that surface filth.” Standing up, X6 walked out of the room, finding Maxson easily.
“Excuse me, sir? I wish to speak with you.” Maxson turned around at the voice, seeing who called him.
“What do you wan-” before the Elder could finish, he was punched in the face, kicked in the shin, and thrown on the ground in a matter of seconds.
“Hm, always wanted to do that.” With that, X6 walked off calmly, like nothing happened leaving Maxson in a stunned daze wondering what had just happened.
Maxson was aboard the Prydwen, strolling towards his quarters when out of the corner of his eye, he spotted something. He stopped and looked around and saw someone right beside him. Thinking it was an attacker, he launched himself at the intruder only to come into contact with a wall. No, wait, it was mirror. Maxson launched himself at a reflection of himself like a puppy seeing itself in a mirror for the first time. Humiliated and sore, Maxson was just glad that no one saw that and he shamefully shuffled into his quarters and stayed there for the rest of the night. However, he did not see the newest recruit climbing up from the command deck just in time to witness the scene. The next day, Maxson walked down the hall wondering why everyone was whispering and snickering when he walked by.
Gage laughed, loudly. “That little guy? I bet you 30 caps I’ll win!” Gage quickly strolled up to Maxson with a huge grin on his face. Maxson turned around and in exchange, got a sucker punch to the face. He staggered backwards slightly from the force and held his bloody nose. “What the hell??” Maxson’s eyes flashed a lethal look towards Gage and lunged towards him. Maxson had Gage underneath him and was angrily punching him. Gage quickly rolled away and ran off, limping ever so slightly. Gage lost his thirty caps and a got rewarded with a broken nose a few chipped teeth and two black eyes.
“Why would I do such a thing?” Ada was confused, why would she attack someone just to attack someone? She walked away from the person who asked her and went to go do her own thing leaving the person slightly disappointed since they didn’t get to see a fight.
plot/request: Damian Wayne x reader (platonic) where Damian admits to the reader that he sees her like a mother + Bruce and reader bring 2 new additions to family, please and thank you + Reader is preggers with bruce’s newest addition and dami is jealous - anon’s
Ulysses sees her name below his on the list. It’s ash in his mouth, radiation on the wind. Reading it is like breathing in the air of the Divide. “Is this name real?” he asks Nash. The room feels smaller, suddenly— like being buried under ruins. Like history coming to claim its due.
“Hayden? Right as rain, she’s still kicking.”
“Give her the job.” He has a feeling about the Chip: Old World death in it, just like the detonator. Belongs to her. Nash tries to talk him out of it, but the Chip is her burden. “Let Courier Six carry it,” he says. Doesn’t say her name. Names are for men, women, nations, homes. The Courier is none of that. She’s a message, a lesson.
And now— his message to her.
He thinks the Chip will be the death of her. Weigh her down enough for the desert to catch her. Death is easy to find in the Mojave: it’s in the blazing sun and the dry earth and the bones scattered across the sand. All it needs is a chance to catch up to her, and she’ll get what she’s owed, what she owes him. An ending for both of them.
But he’s wrong.
A package courier found shot in the head near Goodsprings has made a full recovery, says the voice of Vegas. He knows it’s her even before the rest of the news starts pouring in.
Death ricochets off her like a bullet, strikes his brothers. Nelson, Cottonwood Cove, Fortification Hill— the Courier burns through them like a one-woman wildfire. Kills like Hanlon, like California, fires and earthquakes and distance. All the East isn’t. Where she once carried death by accident, stumbling and unaware, she now walks with purpose. Carries a grenade rifle on her back the way she carries the rotting Bear, lending strength to hollow men and a hollow nation.
The Old World once called America a sleeping giant. Like the spears the nation left buried in the earth, waiting to be woken by a detonator’s message. And as the Courier woke the Divide through accident, through a package meant for a different purpose—
You doodled, a lot. All the time in fact. You carried a pen everywhere, always drawing spirals and flowers, lines and words all over your wrist, hand, and arms. You had always been told not to, that is may bother your “Soulmate” but those were rare now a day. “Soulmates” were common when your grandmother was a child, but they had become less and less common, to the point where if you had one, you were a rare exception. Your parents were lucky, and they were soulmates, convinced you would have one as well, but you, not so much.
You thought the idea was amazing, and yeah, it would be awesome, but you didn’t believe you had a soulmate, so every time your parents told you to stop drawing on your arms in pen, as to not give your soulmate ink poisoning, you ignored them, thinking how on earth could you have a soulmate? Until the last day of school.
You were walking down the hall, towards the door, when all the sudden your feet were swept from under you. You fell to the floor, backpack falling as well, and everything spilling out and onto the ground. You looked up to find the star baseball pitcher and a couple of cheerleaders all standing over you, glaring at your scattered things and fallen figure.
Companions are Dared to give Sole a Flower Crown Part 1
(Little goose-New admin~ I actually wrote this as a prompt so the owner could see that I can write so yeah I’ll have Maxson added tomorrow maybe (hopefully) )
Cait grumbled to herself about how pointless this was. She had weaved the flowers on a very bendy but durable stick. Most of the petals had fallen off the flowers, the flowers were going slightly limp, and the crown had fallen apart two times. Nonetheless, the crown itself had great beauty, the leaves that wrapped around the stick seemed to support the flowers and give them that extra boost to make them pop. The flowers were purple with a hint of green (mostly caused by the radiation) and the leaves, an extraordinary dark green. Cait’s face grew darker shades of red the closer she got to Sole.
“Here, have this stupid flower thing, sole.” Cait practically threw the crown at their head. Cait looked away as Sole admired the crown, turning it over in their hands and Fiddling with the semi loose leaves. When Sole told her that they thought it was beautiful, she was surprised, how could someone like sole think a radiated dirty, wilted flower crown be considered beautiful? Cait looked them in the eye slightly before rushing off, out of sight.
Curie was quite elated to give Sole such a crown. She thought they’d look wonderful with it on. Curie got on making the crown right away, picking the most undamaged twigs, leaves, and flowers she could find. Working on it was her number one priority. Finding the prettiest and fullest flowers were the main mission. The flowers varied in size shape and color. Some were a light green, or a dark purple. Others were red as blood and blue as the sky. Many of the settlers and companions were amazed by how preserved and beautiful the flowers were. It took Curie around two months to finish it but today was the day. Walking up to Sole, she placed the crown tenderly upon their head.
“Oh sole! You look even better than I imagined with the crown on! You are magnificent!” Sole chuckled at her, and ruffled her hair. Sole never once took the crown, it was too special. However, it did save their life when sole got shot near the head by a group of raiders. Sole was fine, however the bullet completely demolished the crown, sending both sole and Curie into tears, including a few settlers who had grown fond to it.
Codsworth would have loved to make sole a beautiful crown out of flowers, it gives him nostalgia from before the war when sole’s spouse made one themselves and had him wear it. However, Codsworth wasn’t capable of making one, he had a claw and a buzz saw as arms but he didn’t want to let sole down. He wandered around Sanctuary, clipping a bundle of flowers together. Finally he went to find sole, and started to gently place the flowers in their hair. Soon, sole’s hair was bundled up with the (mostly) pretty flowers of the commonwealth.
Danse wasn’t really the type of guy who made flower crowns in his spare time, but for sole…well sole was special to him. You could say he really cared about them and their wellbeing. So that is how he ended up doing the daré, isolated in his room, weaving flowers together with such skill you wouldn’t even think he’d had. For someone with as large hands of him, he had surprisingly nimble hands. Finally he had finished the crown. It wasn’t the best, it was his first time, but it went better than expected. The colors were simple, light purples, light greens, nothing extravagant. There were a few odds and ends sticking out and it was a bit lopsided. However sole loved it, when danse walked up to them, he was flustered and stumbled over his words a bit.
“I uh, I was told to make you this and um…here.” he placed it upon their head. He cleared his throat, becoming a little antsy and nervous. After his conversation with sole, he walked off, returning to his room, and if you looked closely, there was a faint smile that rested on his face.
Deacon gave out a light laugh and pushed his sunglasses up a bit.
“A flower crown? Pssshh!! That’s easy!” However, making a flower crown was actually more difficult than he thought. He couldn’t believe how hard it was and when sole asked him why he was in his room for around 10 hours without getting out he said with a nervous chuckle:
“I’m just ya know…practicing…spy stuff, it’s super secret I’m not allowed to talk about it.” He then closer the door and went on trying to attempt to make it for the 10th time that night. Tears, sweat, and internal screams finally paid off. He had constructed a flower crown. It was quite flimsy and delicate since he didn’t know that you needed something to really support the flowers from breaking off or falling out. Honestly, it was more of a headband, a few long, thin blades of grass were the support of the flowers. The flowers themselfs had been clipped just a tad too short that they couldn’t exactly stay in the crown. The flowers were small and tiny, some were just flowers buds, beginning to bloom. Walking up to sole with a wide grin in his face, he delicately placed it on them. The crown started to slip since it was a bit small, and sole giggled. Deacon started to regret making the crown but that changed when sole put an even worse flower crown on deacon’s head. How didthey managed to fail so bad at that? That was a question Deacon could not figure out. The two walked around Sanctuary, each with a flimsy, wilting crown atop their head.
Dogmeat is a dog. He has no opposable thumbs or even hands to construct such a thing. He whined, he wanted to show sole how much he loved them, even though he kissed and loved them everyday. He sniffed up and down, sometimes ending up in other settlers’…..business, searching for flowers. Every flower he thought would please sole, he would gently pull it out of the ground and run over to their house just to drop it on their bed. At the end of the week, sole’s bed had been covered in flowers of all different shapes and sizes and colors. This made Dogmeat happy, that every flower he gave sole made them smile ear to ear and pat his head. He wagged his tail and walked up to sole, dropping a pretty red flower at their feet, watched them pick it up and hug him. Nothing made him happier than sole being happy because of Dogmeat.
Hancock was very happy to make a flower crown despite the fact that he never made one, but he wanted to make sole happy. Popping in a few mentats, Hancock got to work on the crown. Throughout the night, he got frustrated several times because the flowers would not stay put and kept popping out or falling off. He ended having to restart two times since he tied the bass of the crown too tight, snapping it in half. When he finally finished the crown, Hancock carefully stepped away to admire the creation. The flowers were big and in full bloom, the colors were bright and pleasing to the eye. The next morning, he gently took it in his hands and headed towards sole.
“Hey there, sunshine, I made ya somethin’!” With a smile up in his face, he reached up and plopped the crown on sole’s head. He beamed in delight as Sole smiled at the crown and at him. The two wandered the settlement, Hancock glaring at anyone who gave sole a strange look for wearing the flower crown on their head.
Maccready was pretty embarrassed when given the dare. A hired mercenary like him would not be spending his afternoon making some dumb crown for his boss/friend. However, Maccready ended up spending his afternoon creating a half-assed flower crown. It was like a school project you didn’t want to do, throwing some stuff together that would maybe give you a passing grade, and hoped it work. Maccready just grabbed some flowers and a few weeds that were pretty. He pulled out a too thin of a base for it that he just weaved more and more of the base together and hoped that it would work decently. The flowers were simple, small blooms. They were flowers that you would pass by, not giving it a second glance. That’s what made them beautiful, they were the forgotten flowers, the weeds, the nuisances, but one person gave them the first glance and thought they were pretty. Maccready grumpily walked up to sole and placed the crown in their hands. He watched as Sole admired it and thanked him.
“Don’t thank me, I didn’t want to make it anyway, it was just a fricking daré.” He pulled his hat down to (try) hide the faint blush that creeper up his ears and face. The blush only darkened as the flower crowned sole leaned in and kissed his cheek then walked off, leaving him with a cocktail of emotions.
Nick smiled, a sad but warm smile. The flower crown before him reminded him of Jenny. The memory was fuzzy, but he could recall her laughter and her smile as she danced with a flower crown on her head. It was a sad memory, but it was a happy one, a memory before the country was turned into a radiated wasteland. Nick never made a flower crown, but he had an idea from the one in the memory. He weaved the leaves and flowers together with extreme concentration. It sat on his desk at the agency. When Ellie walked in on him when he was constructing it, he stuttered that it was just for a case. If a synth like him could blush at that moment, he’d look like a bright red tomato. Going up to sole, he smiled as he saw sole’s face light up noticing the crown.
“I uh, had some spare time, and well,” he chuckled slightly, “I made this, here.” He placed the crown on them and talked with them a bit, even sharing the memory of Jenny. He saw the corners of their face go up and they soon parted ways, each recalling a memory that would make them sad but happy for the rest of the day.
“Can somebody please tell me why we’re
watching Titanic? Again?” Jason asks
as he plops himself down on the couch.
“Because it’s a beautiful work of
cinematography, and it’s my turn to pick the movie.” Dick sits in front of the
TV and inserts the movie into the DVD player.
“You do know that Rose and Jack
weren’t really people on the Titanic,
don’t you?” Tim sits down and leaves space for you to sit next to him.
“I don’t care! It’s a beautiful
story!” Dick rolls on the floor until he’s sitting in front of the couch.
Apparently furniture is too good for him tonight.
Bruce walks in holding Damian by
the scruff of his shirt and plants the younger boy in a chair before finding a seat
himself. Damian sulks in his seat, bitter about the fact that he can’t escape
another movie night.
You walk into the living room with
a plastic shopping bag just before Dick hits play on the movie.
“Hey, Timmy, we found a card while
shopping today that I think you might like!” You sit down next to him and pull
out the card that Jason had pointed out earlier. Now is as great of a time as
any to tell Tim your big news.
You’d accidentally let it slip to
Jason that you were pregnant, and you needed a way to tell Tim that he would be
a father. So when you read the pale blue card with the words “What is a Dad?”
printed on the front, you knew it would be perfect. The words “You. You is a
Dad” on the inside only solidified the card’s perfection, and you bought it
without a second thought.
Tim looks at you with a raised
eyebrow as he takes the envelope from your hand. “Why did you buy it? It’s just
a card. You could have taken a picture or something.”
“Just open the damn card, Timothy.”
“I’d do what she says, Timberly.
Before she accidentally kills you.” Jason leans forward and speaks in a stage
whisper. You shoot Jason flaming daggers with your eyes, and he falls back into
the couch, trying to avoid upsetting the hormonal pregnant lady.
Tim opens the envelope and reads
But instead of getting excited like
you thought he would, he just stares at it with confusion.
“How did this card get past any
editors? It isn’t grammatically correct.”
“Oh my god, Tim, that is not the
point of the card.”
“But the point of the card isn’t
even relevant because I’m not a dad.”
“Just give it a few months.” You
roll your eyes and lean into the couch, completely done trying to explain the
situation to your boyfriend in a fun and creative way.
“Y/N, what are you talking abou—Oh,
shit.” Tim’s eyes double in size as soon as he realizes what you’ve been trying
to tell him. “You don’t mean that you’re…?” He points to you.
You simply nod your head.
“So that means I’m…?” He points to
himself, and you nod again, this time with a faint smile.
“I’m going to be a dad?” He asks
more to himself than anyone else. He stares at the carpet for a few seconds,
letting that fact sink in. When he looks up his eyes are wide and full of life,
and he’s radiating a new, warm energy that completely melts your heart. “Bruce!
I’m going to be a dad! Y/N! I’m going to be a dad!” He leans closer to you and
gently places a hand over your stomach. When he talks, his voice is full of
wonder. “And you’re going to be a mom.”
“I’m proud of you, Timbo. I didn’t
know you had it in you.” Jason speaks up from his place on the couch. “Or
rather, I didn’t know you had it in Y/N.”
Your smiling face instantly falls
into the did-you-really-just-say-what-I-think-you-just-said-I’m-going-to-kill-you
expression that Jason has been causing so much lately. Without breaking eye
contact with Jason, you hurl a pillow at his face, which he easily catches and
holds to his chest.
Tim either didn’t hear what Jason
said or is choosing to ignore it. He is completely enamored with you and your
growing child, and he looks up at you with eyes that are full of love and
“Y/N. We’re going to be parents.”
He kisses you before resting his forehead against yours. He’s crying happy
tears now, and you brush one from his cheek with the pad of your thumb. “I can’t
believe it. We’re going to be parents.”
“So,” Jason speaks up from behind
his pillow. “How long until we find out if it’s a Timothy or a Timberly?”
a version of you and a person there who can't remember (jungkook x reader): pt. 1
• summary: in
which you stumble across long-lost childhood friend jeon jungkook in a
therapist’s waiting room and it’s more than a bit awkward for the both of you. (college au) || part two: here
• word count: 6.1k
• warnings: depression; swearing; alcohol
→ note: title taken from singularity by hollow & akimbo. // so this was supposed to be a one-shot and then i got 20,000 words into it and decided that would be a bad idea… so here’s a new jungkook x reader series! i would also like to say that, like the reader in this story,
i experience mental illness myself and my experience with it may be different than someone else’s. my intention is not to romanticize it, either; it is a horrible thing to go through and i hope that you will keep that in mind. enjoy~
It has been exactly fifty-seven
days, fourteen hours, and thirty-three minutes since the beginning of the
semester when your beloved roommate diagnoses you with depression.
You’re reading a book when the red blur just appears in your room. You close your book, lean back, and grin. Barry pulls the hood down and smiles at you. The goofy grin makes you laugh, “So how’s it feel to be back in the leather?”
He laughs, “Sweaty.”
You wiggle your eyebrows, “Well, now I’m hot.”
He removes his gloves, “Yeah?”
You put your book down and crawl down the bed before launching yourself off it, and into his arms. He catches you with ease. You kiss him, and take comfort in the way his arms wrap around you. With a giggle, you fall back onto the bed with him.
Hours later, in the dark of your room, you’re snuggled against Barry’s chest, while his hand strokes lazily against your back. You’re more than a bit drowsy, but still curious, “So, did you see everyone?”
“Oh yeah, the whole team was there.”
Barry places a kiss on the top of your head, “Yeah. I couldn’t even look him in the eye, much less talk to him. In fact I made it a point to only talk to Oliver. I’m such a…”
He chuckles a bit, “That’s a nice way of putting it.”
You place a kiss on his chest, “Well lucky for you, I’m a cat person.”
“It was nice to get some closure.”
He nods, “Yeah, now that Wally has superspeed, Central City is safe, and I can give up the superhero thing for good.”
You don’t quite believe that, but as he pulls you a bit closer, the two of you drift off to sleep. You wake up to the sound of the doorbell being repeatedly rung. Without opening your eyes, your feel around for a pillow, and pull it over your head.
When the noise continues, you pull your head out from under the pillow and glance at Barry. Your husband is fast asleep. Rolling your eyes, you toss the covers to the side. You pull on your nightgown, and then a robe. You trudge to the door, but not before you catch sight of the clock. Your eye twitches when you see 5 am staring back at you.
You glance out the window to see a group of people waiting outside, and right as one of them reaches for the doorbell again, you unlock the door and yank it open. “Yes?”
A taller man in the back, that you recognize as Oliver Queen, smiles at you and says, “Mrs. Allen.” You watch the shock wash over several faces.
You wipe a hand over your face, “You couldn’t have waited a few more hours?”
Another man steps forward and offers his hand, “Sorry about the early hour, I’m Joe West, Barry’s… ”
“Dad,” You smile and take his hand, shaking it before stepping to the side, “I’m sorry, I’m not a morning person. Please come in, all of you. Barry’s still asleep. Make yourselves at home while I go wake him.”
You leave them, and go back to the bedroom. Crawling back onto the bed, you take the pillow and hit your husband. He startles awake and just stares at you. He cracks a smile at you a moment later, “What did I do now?”
“You have company.”
His brow furrows, “Company?” and leans over to glance at the clock, “It’s 5:15 in the morning, who would … Oh no.”
“Oh yes. They’re waiting for you in the den.”
“They’re in the den!?”
You blink a few times, “And that’s a problem, why?”
“Our wedding photos are out there.”
“I’m trying to be panicked for you hun, but you’re making it a bit hard.”
He takes a deep breath, “I didn’t tell them I was married. I didn’t want to get caught up in a conversation, and so …”
“You ran away.”
He sits up, “Pretty much.”
You snuggle in beside him, “Why do you always have to run Barry, why can’t you ever just walk?”
He smiles and kisses the top of your head, “The whole meta human thing makes it a bit difficult.”
You yawn, and then pat his chest, “Well time to run towards the problem now, Speedy.”
“That’s Thea, hun.”
“Whatever, just go.” With a sigh he leaves the bed. You’re almost back to sleep, when a weight lands on top of you, “Come with me?”
You turn to face your husband, “Seriously? It’s five thirty in the morning on a Saturday. I shouldn’t be aware of anything other than my pillow.”
He smiles at you, “For better or for worse.”
You scowl, “Fine.”
Five minutes later, you’re somewhat presentable, as you walk into the den with your husband. You pass by the crowd and head straight for the coffee maker.
You stare at the coffee maker and wait for it to brew. You listen to Barry talk to Joe, and the others. But you’re honestly not awake enough to really catch anything. When it’s done you pour yourself a cup, and walk back into the den. All eyes go to you.You give a small akward smile and say, “Coffee’s ready. Mugs are in the cabinet above the maker, help yourselves.”
There’s a bit of a migration to the kitchen, as you take a seat in the oversized arm chair. Barry shuffles nervously near you.
You smile at him, “Things a bit awkward?”
He nods, “More than a bit. It’s just really weird.”
“Like you’re getting to know each other again?”
He runs a hand through his hair, “Yeah, They know nothing about the past several years. Or you for that matter.”
You take a sip of coffee, “Fill them in.”
“You think it’s that simple?”
You reach out and take his hand, “I think it can be.”
Fallout 3 and 4 companions react to an immortal lone/sole being stabbed by a raider and just saying something like "You want this back or can I keep it?".
This is such an interesting and funny concept to me oh my god
Butch: As soon as he saw them being stabbed he ran towards the raider yelling “you mother fu-” and upon seeing that Lone was perfectly fine, he stopped in his tracks and, was speechless. He’d definitely ask about it later though, once they were safe.
Clover: Immediately took down the raider, and didn’t even notice Lone was standing there watching. When she did though, she slowly walked up to them and poked them, just to make sure she wasn’t dreaming.
Charon: He held back from yelling when he witnessed Lone being stabbed in a place that’s typically fatal. Expecting them to keel over, he ran over to them to catch them, except they didn’t fall. After Lone made their snide remark and killed the raider with ease, they looked at him like nothing happened. He didn’t say anything but just looked at them bewildered.
Dogmeat: What the woof???
Jericho: “Holy mother of..” Jericho couldn’t finish his sentence before Lone offed the raider with a knife in their back. Lone took the knife out of them and handed it to him and told him to hold it for a second. “Uhhh… well this is new.”
Fawkes: After he saw Lone being stabbed, a few times, he ran over and all it took was one punch for that raider to be out. He quickly looked over to Lone to see what the damage was, and saw them trying to wipe the blood off their clothes and saying “I just got this jacket too..” Fawkes made a point to ask if being immortal was a new thing that humans just, became.
Star Paladin Cross: Running to jump in front of Lone to sacrifice herself, Cross didn’t make it before the raider had managed to jab a knife into them. Enraged, she killed the raider quickly before turning to Lone. They looked at her confused and asked if she was okay. After they explained, Cross said, “so when were you planning on telling me about this?”
Cait: Cait had just finished off some other raiders when she saw - from afar- Sole being stabbed. She screamed out to them, but mid scream, she saw that they were unaffected. She just sat on the ground as she watched them finish off any raiders left. When they approached her, she just laughed at how worried she was.
Curie: Curie was running towards Sole when it happened, and even though she watched them turn it around on the raider, she didn’t stop running. Regardless of the fact that they were telling her that they were fine, she had to make treat their wounds.
Codsworth: “Sir/mum!” Codsworth didn’t have nerves, but just watching Sole being stabbed, he could damn near feel it. Even though he had just watched that unfold, they still managed to take down the raider before them. Afterward, they walked up to him like nothing happened, and he asked, “have you always been like this?!”
Danse: He watched as Sole stumbled after being brutally stabbed by a raider, but before he could take action, he saw them take the knife out of themselves and say, “sorry, is this yours? Allow me to return it.” Then they thrust the knife back into the raider, dusted themselves off, and asked if Danse was okay. He replied with an open mouth and no words.
Deacon: Standing aways away, Deacon silently watched Sole being stabbed and immediately returning the knife to the raider. Of course he was surprised, but he couldn’t let them know that, so he just said, “are you a new model of synth, orrrr…?”
Dogmeat: Again, what the woof????
Gage: “Boss!” Gage called out to Sole at the same time a gunner lunged toward them with a knife. He fell silent, but that was before they turned it back around on the gunner. After they had said they were perfectly fine, he just laughed and didn’t really feel like questioning it.
Hancock: After watching Sole miraculously come back from being stabbed multiple times, Hancock just, stared at them. Sole gave him a, “what?” He replied with, “is there something you want to share with the class?”
MacCready: MacCready quickly ran and slid on his knees to catch Sole, because, most people fall to the ground when they get stabbed. Sole didn’t, so when they turned around to see Mac’s pants all ripped and dirty, they asked if he was playing baseball.
Nick: “Oh Jesus..” Nick said under his breath as he witnessed Sole being thrust into by a lengthy knife. He started running toward them, but they acted indifferent and killed the raider. When they looked at the expression on Nick’s face, Sole just said, “what, were you worried or something?”
Piper: Piper shoved the raider off of Sole after they stabbed them, she checked on Sole before killing the raider, in turn, Sole pushed her out of the way to deal with the raider. She stumbled back and just, looked at them. They told her they were fine, and all she said was, “this’ll make one hell of a story.”
Preston: Preston yelled a loud, “General,” when he saw them being impaled by a knife by some raider. They didn’t even flinch, the dealt with the raider swiftly before asking if Preston was alright. When they did, he said never mind him and asked if they were okay and if they needed medical attention. It took Sole a long time to finally convince Preston they were okay.
Strong: “Strong don’t understand.. human, not weak?”
X6-88: “Not, all humans are like this, right?” After watching the whole ordeal, X6 was really questioning humans. He had a whole lotta questions to ask them, but held off for awhile. He was surprisingly calm about it.
“Come on Little Bird! We don’t want
to keep Mister Haly waiting!” Dick squeezes the tiny hand of your daughter and
she all but runs to return to her place between the two of you, her black curls
bouncing with every step.
The three of you walk through the
mostly empty parking lot leading to the circus tent. Since Dick’s childhood
show was back in town, you thought it would be a good opportunity to take your
daughter to see where her dad grew up. When you mentioned the idea to Dick, his
face lit up, and he immediately called his old ringmaster to see if they could
come early before the show and show little Mary around.
“Daddy, will there be clowns at the
circus?” Mary asks and looks at Dick with her big blue eyes and a furrowed
“Yes, baby. There are clowns at the
circus. Why do you ask?”
“Because clowns are scary,” she
pouts at him, and you can see his heart melting at her stare.
“Mary, clowns are just people with
funny clothes and makeup on who like to act silly,” you say.
“Then why does Uncle Wally talk
about them being bad?”
“Because Uncle Wally is silly and
doesn’t know what he’s talking about.” Dick says as he picks her up and places
her on his shoulders. The sudden action causes her to squeal and laugh as she
clutches to Dick’s hair to keep from falling off.
Her laughter stops when you walk
into the tent, and you look up to see her little face is filled with awe.
The circus performers aren’t in
costume yet, but they are practicing and warming up for tonight’s performance.
You note that Mary’s eyes are particularly drawn to the animals on the far side
of the ring.
“Look Daddy! Elfants!” She points
excitedly and leans forward, causing Dick to lower his head a bit.
“Yes, Little Bird, I see the
elephants.” He gently picks Mary back up and places her on the ground, much to
“Well if it isn’t my boy Dick
Grayson!” Comes a booming voice from the center of the ring. You look up to see
a balding man with white hair making his way toward your family. “I’d know you
anywhere! Though I will say you’re much bigger than the last time I saw you.”
“The same could be said about you,
Mister Haly!” Dick waves at the man and starts leading you and Mary down the
stairs onto the floor.
“Please, Dick! Just call me Jack
already! No need to make an old man feel older than he already is,” Haly
laughs. He pulls Dick into a tight hug and pats him on the back. “It’s good to
see you boy.” He looks past Dick’s shoulder to you and Mary. “And who are these
beautiful ladies you’ve brought with you?”
“Jack, this is my wife, Y/N,” Dick
says and you step forward to shake Jack’s hand, though Mary clings to your leg,
suddenly acting very shy.
“And that Little Bird right there
is Mary,” Dick gestures to your daughter, who’s blue eyes and black hair are
just about all Jack can see with her hiding behind you.
At the mention of Mary’s name Jack’s
eyes grow misty and he looks at Dick. “You know, I didn’t think that Mary
Grayson would ever be in this ring again. I still miss them, kiddo. But then I’m
sure you do, too.”
“I do, but I’m sure they’d be happy
with the life I’ve found,” Dick laces his fingers through yours, and you smile
“I’m sure you’re right,” Jack says.
He turns around and tries to lighten the mood. “So, Dick. How would you like to
try out the trapeze? For old times’ sake?”
Dick smiles and starts walking to
the ladder leading to the platform. “You know what, Jack? I think that sounds
“Mommy, what’s Daddy doing?” Mary
asks as she pulls on your hand.
“He’s going to do some tricks for
us like he used to when he was a kid.” You say as you pick her up and hold her
to your hip.
“That’s right Mary! Your daddy is
one of the best fliers I’ve ever seen!” Jack says in an animated voice that
instantly gains Mary’s trust and causes her to giggle.
“But he’s really high up. What if
he falls?” She asks when Dick gets to the top.
“That’s what that net is for.” You
point and make sure she sees that if Dick falls the net will catch him. One of
the performers hands Dick a bar and he steps to the edge.
When he jumps Mary lets out a yelp
of fear, but when Dick swings back up and does a flip on the bar, she gets excited.
“Look Mommy! Daddy’s flying!”
“It’s just like riding a bike.”
Jack smiles. Dick does one more flip before releasing the bar and landing
safely on the net. “A Grayson never forgets how to fly.”
“I’m a Grayson! I want to fly!”
Mary starts wiggling out of your arms. Dick is back on the ground and is making
his way back to you. Mary takes your hand and pulls you toward Dick. “Daddy!
Daddy! I want to fly, too!”
“Are you sure, Mary? It can be
scary at first.”
“Yes, Daddy! I want to fly like
you!” Mary is practically bouncing up and down in excitement.
“She reminds me of you when you
were her age!” Jack laughs at your side.
Dick must see the worry in your
eyes because he gets down on Mary’s level to talk to her. “Okay, Little Bird. I
can take you flying. But you have to ask Mommy if it’s okay with her.”
Mary spins back around and gives
you her best puppy dog eyes. “Please, Mommy! Can I go fly with Daddy?!” While
you have no problems with telling your daughter ‘no,’ the real fight is saying ‘no’
to Dick’s pleading eyes. You can tell that he wants to do it more than
anything. To give her this tiny piece of his childhood.
“YAY!!!” Mary screams in
excitement, and Dick looks at you with a bit of concern.
“Are you sure, Y/N?”
“Yes, Dick. As much as it scares
me, I trust you more than anyone else in the world. And she deserves to feel
what you feel when you’re up there.” He smiles at you and kisses your cheek.
“Thank you,” Dick whispers in your
ear before pulling back and taking Mary up the ladder with him, making sure
that she doesn’t slip and fall.
You and Jack return to where you
had been standing before to watch. When Dick and Mary get to the top, the other
performers put a harness on Mary for safety, and Dick takes the trapeze bar.
You can tell by Mary’s body language that she is second guessing her decision. Dick
throws one leg over the bar and holds onto the swing with one hand while the
other holds Mary close to his body, and he kicks off from the platform.
Mary screams when they first take
off, but it quickly turns into laughter once Dick holds onto her with both
hands and hangs the two of them upside down off the bar. He then swings back up
and she laughs again and throws her arms around her father’s neck.
You can’t help but smile at both of
your blue eyed black haired birds, flying above the world.
“You know, it would be nice to
advertise for the Flying Graysons again.” Jack smiles and pokes you in the
side. “That little one is a natural. She’s definitely a Grayson.”
Y/N stood at the helm of her ship and looked off across the waves. She could feel the mist on her skin and taste the salt from the water. She had loved the ocean as long as she had been alive. She hadn’t always been on a ship though.
She was born the child of a moderately wealthy family. They were not gentry by any means, but they had the means to live relatively comfortably. Her older sister had struck a match with a naval captain and moved to a big house on a hill. Y/N watched as her sister wasted away in a loveless marriage whilst living in the lap of luxury.
Y/N decided at a very young age that she would not make the same mistake. So when her parents announced she was to be married to another naval officer that was a close friend of her sister’s husband, she knew she needed to move.
She cut her hair off and dressed as a servant boy and ran away in the middle of the night. She found work as a galley boy on a merchant ship and left before daylight. She knew what she did was dangerous and foolish and that her family would never forgive her, but she also knew that continuing on as she had been and following the path her parents set wouldn’t be really living.
It hadn’t taken long for her to figure out exactly how a ship worked. She studied those around her and learned from example. She caught on faster than anyone the other sailors had ever seen.
One night, the merchant ship she was working was boarded by pirates. It turned out that one of the sailors was a spy for the ship, looking for a particularly expensive cargo to steal. The ship was ransacked and crippled so that they couldn’t pursue. Not that a merchant ship could do any substantial damage, but we couldn’t have them running to the Navy before the pirates could get away, now could we?
The spy for the pirates told his captain about Y/N’s skill. He took one look at the “boy” and offered him a small job on the crew. He was not a heartless man, but someone looking to make a quick buck off the misfortune of others. Besides, he had once had a son, but the boy perished of disease. Maybe it would do the ship some good to have youngblood learning the lifestyle.
Y/N knew she probably shouldn’t say yes, but the words were out of her mouth before she could stop them. The pirates cheered and the captain welcomed her aboard.
Months went by and the Captain began to look at her as if she were his own. He didn’t know her secret, none of the crew did. She got even better at running a ship and was elevated to various positions of command.
The Captain took it upon himself to train Y/N as his successor. He knew that to be a pirate captain was to maintain a slim balance of intimidation and people pleasing. If you weren’t intimidating, anyone could overthrow you. But if you didn’t take care of your crew, it wouldn’t matter how scary you were, they would slit your throat in the middle of the night and leave you for the sharks to eat.
He taught her every trick in the book. It was when they were sword fighting that he realized his lad was really a lass all along. But by that time, Y/N was practically his child and he didn’t have the heart to expose her or to send her away. So instead, he trained her harder. He put more expectations on her. If she was to be a Captain then she had better be ready for more pressure than ever. No man would willingly follow a female captain unless she was worth her salt.
When he was sure she could take whatever they threw at her, they revealed to the crew her true identity. By then, the crew knew she was worth her weight in gold as a sailor. Some of the hands tried to raise a fuss, but the majority accepted it as a fact. Captain says the woman stays. She ain’t caused any trouble until this point so she might as well keep working.
When she was made first mate, there were grumblings, but they were quickly tamped down.
One night, long after the crew had settled down to her being second in charge. Her “father” fell ill. He wasn’t sick for long, but it seemed like an eternity to Y/N. Three days after his illness began, he passed away in his sleep. The crew were all shaken, but Y/N squared her shoulder and took charge. She fell into the role of leadership like she had been born to it.
Y/N took her eyes off the horizon as her thoughts returned to the present.
“First Mate Silver, how are we on this fine day?” She called out. The middle aged man meandered to the steps leading up to the platform on which she stood.
“Just fine, Captain. Looking to be a storm brewing to the South though.” The man pointed a finger to a microscopic cloud on the horizon.
“We’ll have to keep an eye out on that.” She muttered.
“Aye, Captain, we will. Might be a job for the night crew though.” Silver said.
“The sun is getting pretty low, isn’t it?” Y/N said as she handed control of the helm to the First Mate. “Keep us on track. I’m going to retire early.”
“Aye, Captain. Get a good rest.” The First Mate called as she went below. She made her way to her quarters. It was still odd to think that the room her adopted father had once called home were now hers. She felt a pang in her heart as she remembered him. She sighed and laid down on her bed. She was so busy during the day that she barely had time to mourn him, but at night she liked to remember him and let her heart heal.
She quickly fell asleep and didn’t wake up when someone entered the room. She didn’t feel the ropes looping around her hands and feet, but she startled awake when they pulled tight. She let out a yell, but was quickly silenced when someone stuck a cloth in her mouth. “Sorry, pretty, but Silver doesn’t take orders from a woman.” Her treacherous First Mate threw her over his shoulder and carried her up to the main deck.
She kicked and screamed into her gag, but his hold on her was firm.
“You know, Captain Silver, she is actually a really pretty little thing when ya be thinking about it.” One of the crew members said.
“Maybe Poseidon will make her his bride.” Silver joked as he set her on the railing. “Sorry, little mermaid, but the only reason we held out this long was for the old Captain’s memory. He wanted you to be a Captain and by golly you were. For a month. I’ll be saying a prayer for your soul.” He said as he pushed her overboards.
Y/N took a deep breath before she hit the water. She sunk like a ton of bricks and was fading quickly. She tried with all her might to kick back to the surface, but only succeeded in tiring herself out. She began to cry as her lungs burned, the only reason she knew was because of the warm water around her eyes. She sighed as her vision blurred, but right before the darkness hit her, she felt a pair of strong arms grab her waist.
Danse- They’d served with dignity in the Brotherhood of Steel, even if it was under the command of a man Maxson often condemned. They were a sibling all the same. He salutes them like he was still a Paladin, and is a little surprised they salute back. “Been a long time since someone did that,” they say. Danse knows the feeling. They trade war stories and it feels like Danse is back at the police station. Everything in 101’s cadence and mannerisms is reminiscent of a hundred soldiers Danse had spoken to before, so it makes things easier than it would be with a civilian. It’s like talking to Rhys, to Haylen, to any Paladin or Scribe that called themselves brothers and sisters. They both have stories about DC as well, and Danse feels immeasurable comfort knowing that many of the memories he has of the place aren’t manufactured. 101 is so far the only person that can validate at least some of his past. So they talk, of the people in Rivet City, of the battle they’ve fought, of the ones they’ve lost. When they’re both tired of talking, they sit and keep watch over Sanctuary in a companionable quiet. It feels like old times they’ve never shared.
Hancock- No one makes it this far without pissing off a lot of people. Oh, he’s heard the stories, knows the true ones and the lies and all the dirt to be dug up on them. He also knows 101 has a bounty on their head from several different factions that bled out of DC and into the Commonwealth. They were a nice enough person, but he never liked standing too close to anyone with a target on their back. He liked it even less when his friends stood there. Mercs, the ones after 101 especially, were messy folk. They were scattershot when it came down to it, and didn’t give a damn who got caught between them and their payday. He captures them in a moment when the others aren’t looking, makes sure his grip on their wrist is tighter than it needs to be. “These are my people,” he says under his breath, “If you get them hurt, you won’t have to worry about the Talon Company or Regulators mercs on your heel.” He lets his fingers linger a few seconds too long before finally releasing them. A slow nod tells him the message is received. His lips quirk. “Good. Welcome to the family.” He left the “I’ll be watching you” part unsaid, but judging by the way 101 threw him glances over their shoulder, that part was heavily implied.
Piper- The next article is practically writing itself! The elusive Lone Wanderer, the Kid from 101 in the flesh. She vigorously shakes their hand and introduces herself before anyone else has a chance. “Piper Wright, reporter. Tell me 101 -is it okay if I call you 101- what brings you to the Commonwealth?” 101 says they don’t really have a reason, which does little to stop her. She monopolizes their guest’s attention for the next hour, jotting down most of what they said word for word. By the time Sole leads them away, her notepad is almost filled with enough information to pack an entire memoir on their journey from DC to the Commonwealth alone. She flips through what she has and wonders if all of it would fit better in a book than a newspaper. She considers titles while 101 is handed off to the others they didn’t get a chance to meet before being swooped up.
Cait- She didn’t really understand why anyone acted like this Vaultie was such a big deal. So they cleaned up the water in DC, who drank that shit anyway? Mirelurks fucked in it. No way you could clean Mirelurk spunk out. Still, she playfully punched them in the collarbone, making them stumble a step from surprise and the sheer force of the blow. She props her hand on her knee. “So yer the Vault celebrity, eh?” She snorts derisively. “Don’t look like much to me.” She gestures to their muscles. “Bet ya couldn’ even tear tissue paper with them noodle arms.” Three arm wrestling matches later, she is still unconvinced they’re the big hero people talk about.
Preston- He grew up on stories about the Kid from 101 that had slipped out of DC. Preston was around 10 when it all happened, and it was a story he held close to his heart for many years. It wasn’t often a teenager was responsible for saving an entire city of people. They were one of many reasons he had for wanting to make the Commonwealth slightly less of a shithole. He babbles and 101 looks entertained that he’s holding their hand the entire time. He only realizes this fact when they give him a gentle squeeze. He tears his hand away with stuttering apologies, fumbling with his laser musket so he has something else to hold onto. He has so much he wants to ask but he knows he’s spoken too much as it is. He has to leave on a good note. The only thing that comes out once he clears his throat is; “Welcome to the Commonkelth.” Deacon elbows him and calls him a starfucker. It takes him a few hours to gather up the nerve to speak to them again.
Nick- All the information he’s found on 101 consists mostly of hearsay and tall tales of dubious accuracy. There were few concrete achievements he could corroborate and knew with certainty were true; That 101 had saved a lot of folks in their time, they were still a kid when they did it, and that it cost them a hell of a lot to do it. He takes their hand with his intact one and shakes it firmly. “You did good, I hope you know that. World could use a few more upstanding people like you.” This surprises them, like they weren’t used to hearing praise. Maybe they just hadn’t heard it in a long time. Either way, they thank him. He allows the more eager members of the party their time, watching their every move closely, both out of suspicion and curiosity. Later, after everyone has their turn playing with the newest toy, they approach him, to Nick’s amazement. They sit next to him. “You kind of remind me of my dad in a weird way,” they say suddenly. Nick tells them he gets that a lot. He wants to ask about the Mysterious Stranger a few times, but figures they know even less than he does.
MacCready- He knows the jumpsuit when he sees it cresting a far off hill. Few people are stupid enough to go around in bright blue and eyesore yellow, plus the only other person he knows that wears those ugly Vault suits is standing nearby. He’s embarrassingly excited about the visit. Once he’s close, he calls out to them. “Hey, mungo!” Recognition clicks in an instant and they capture him in a tight embrace. They express astonishment that he’s still alive, and even gets a little misty eyed. “Way to make me feel old, kiddo.” MacCready really doesn’t understand why they look so overjoyed to see him of all people (he was a little shit to them for a few years there) but he hugs them tightly. They have a lot to catch up on. Some of it good (like Duncan), some of it bad (like Lucy), 101 has their fair share of good and bad to share as well. He reflects with a short chuckle when Sole pulls 101 away for a moment that all of his truest friends have the worst taste in clothing.
Curie- She’s eager to meet the Lone Wanderer once MacCready has given her a briefing about everything that happened in DC. Her only real curiosity is how they survived lethal doses of radiation with limited mutation, or how they can do the many things they’re supposedly capable of (MacCready mentions something about a metal skeleton that peaks her interest). 101 isn’t sure themselves. They agree to allow her to run as many tests as she can with the limited resources of Sanctuary, and at the end of the day, she’s still no closer to answering the walking riddle that is the Lone Wanderer. She does get to hear about medical practices in the other places they’ve visited, and she leaves them with a renewed desire to see all that’s left of the world in the wastes.
Deacon- “I heard about you all the time on radio back in the Capitol Wastes, was always disappointed I never got a visit from the friendly neighborhood Lone Wanderer.” They arch a brow skeptically at him. Sole is behind them with a similar, much more leery look. He can’t decide if it’s a “stop bugging the guest” look or an examination of any possible tells, in case he was telling the truth for once. He continues the congratulation train and slips away before any holes can be poked in his story.
Strong- Strong doesn’t see why this human is different than any of the others. Just because they survived radiation, Super Mutants survived radiation all the time, it wasn’t some special skill. He tests to see if they’re built any sturdier than normal humans (they must have been, radiation makes humans stronger, he thinks) by slapping them on the back. They don’t get up for a few minutes. They do get up after awhile, so maybe they were more mutant than human after all. He’s hit people a lot softer than that and they never got up.
X6-88- The only reports he has any knowledge about regarding the Lone Wanderer are their rare dealings with the Railroad. The case in which 101 kept a valuable synth replicant out of the Institute’s grasp is the only real information he’s heard on them, the only source he trusts, even if the incident was before his time. He regards them attentively during their talks with the others in the group. Sole has insisted X6 keep whatever information he learns during this visit to himself. They both know that’s an order he won’t follow. 101 reaches him near the end of the procession Sole has, for some reason, dedicated to their arrival. They search for something he knows isn’t there behind his glasses. He screws his mouth shut tightly. Few words are exchanged, at some point 101 offers a handshake, X6 doesn’t unfold his arms. What little they say to each other is relayed to Father. He’s less than pleased to know the one responsible for the Institute losing one of their most advanced prototype coursers is in the Commonwealth. X6 is ordered to observe, for now.
Dogmeat- He sniffs at 101’s leg. Something about them is odd and familiar, their scent, something in their face. They kneel to rub his head and he jumps up to lap at their chin. “You look just like him,” they murmur, their fingers deep in his fur.
Codsworth- “Did you hear about the machines in the coin factory breaking down all of a sudden?” Codsworth is confused, which doesn’t stop 101 from continuing, “With no explanation! It just doesn’t make any cents.” It takes a few seconds to snap. He stops himself from gasping excitedly and bustles over to them. “A man walks into a bar!” “His friend ducks,” they finish. Sole groans audibly, head in their hands. This does nothing to stop the barrage of truly awful puns the Mr. Handy and Lone Wanderer exchange for the next fifteen minutes. (Thank you justbadpuns ;D )
Maxson- If he must pick the thing that hurts him the most, it’s their eyes. They look at him like they’re staring at the corpse of the little boy they knew running around the Citadel. In a way, they are. He doesn’t let himself falter even under their stare. He keeps his back straight, his head high, his arms behind his back, his mouth sets in a thin line. “Jesus, Arthur.” The name strikes him harder than he anticipates. His fingers ball into a fist. “You asked for an audience, Paladin. Speak.” Their lips part to speak, he sees the anger (though it’s close to betrayal, and it is not a look he is unaccustomed to) flash across their face. Everything drains on their quiet exhalation. “I don’t have anything to say to you, Elder Maxson.” The way they say his title makes it feel like a loathsome one to hold. He wants to apologize for something he knows needs no apology. The choices that have brought him here haven’t been easy, but they were necessary, he tells himself. He doesn’t need to explain himself to one of Elder Lyons’ pets. So he says nothing. 101’s features twist in anguish, until they can no longer stand to look at him. They rip something out of their pocket and slam it on the table, and then they’re gone, the silhouette that once filled him with such admiration disappearing through the halls of the Prydwen. His eyes flicker to the holotags left on his desk.