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imdoingaokay · 2 years ago

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hey could you do a part 2 to "male companions react to f!sole dying in childbirth" with nick and x6? my friends on discord love it and we're really sad that not all the male companions were in it

This was way longer than I expected it to be, like... holy shit. But this is what happens when you request less companions I guess?

X6 was way longer than I expected it to be, and the original ending was going to be way sadder but I decided against doing that because... yikes.

I hope you enjoy it, regardless.

Nick Valentine:

He’s by Sole’s side in an instant, ordering that the baby be taken from the room. He’s comforting Sole as much as he can before they pass, which came by fairly quickly. He knew what was happening, and through his tears, he promised Sole to be the best father he could be.

He’s quick to steel himself (no pun intended) after his partner/wife’s death. He decides to stay in Sanctuary for a while, choosing it as it was the safest option. But once his child gets old enough to attend school, he whisks them away to Diamond City, where they will be properly raised. During the time between his child’s birth and their entrance into school, Nick hangs up his detective coat, knowing that he couldn’t bring himself to leave them just to go on some elaborate case.

Once he returns to Diamond City, and his little one is settled, he begins his work again. And he has a lot of work to do. He leaves as little as he can, but there are far too many times when he misses out on the activities his child participates in. This, crazy enough, leads to some animosity between the two. As his child grows into a young adult, he worries for them. The tension and anger between the two build until there is a breaking point.

It’s a quiet evening when he walks into the pair’s shared home, only to find it eerily quiet. Sole’s old Pip-Boy isn’t playing music… in fact, it doesn’t even seem like it’s there.

He rushed up the stairs to find his child’s empty room, he searches everywhere for them, or at least some kind of note. And luckily, he finds a holotape and successfully gets something to play it.

“Hey Dad, ugh… *rustling noises* Listen, I can’t stay here anymore. I love you, Dad. But you’re barely around. I feel like you’re not even my dad anymore… I’m recording this in case you do notice me gone, but if not, I guess you’re better off without me. I’m leaving Diamond City and I’m gonna explore the Commonwealth. I want to learn more about Mom, so I’ve contacted some of her old friends. I guess I might see you again, maybe… I dunno… Bye, I guess.”

Nick’s stomach drops, and he immediately gets up, wracking his brain around what is happening to his child. Soon enough, he has on his coat and hat and he nearly sprints away from Diamond City to begin a frantic search.

He visits the Brotherhood (If they’re still there) and gets nothing, maybe a few thinly veiled threats, but nothing. Nobody saw the kid.

He visits the Railroad (If they’re still there) and gets nothing, maybe a few weird looks from Deacon, almost like he’s not telling Nick something. Aside from him, nobody saw the kid.

He resolves to look at The Castle, where he finds Preston, who took up the mantle of General. He shrugs, claiming that he hadn’t seen anyone. Nick pauses at a little memorial for Sole, head in his hands. A few small children bumbled into the room where the memorial was, laying down some hubflowers. He looks over the offerings made by fellow minutemen, pilgrims, and survivors, seeing cakes, flowers, Sole’s ring, and some Nuka-

Sole’s ring?

Just before the birth of their child, Sole’s hands had begun to swell a little, so she took off the said ring and placed it by her bedside. She had told Nick she planned to give the ring to their child when they grew a little, making sure that they had something to remember her by if something happened. After Sole’s death, Nick had given the ring to their child, not before putting a small chain into the hoop to make the ring a necklace.

If that ring is here, it means someone stole it from his kid… Or Preston was a liar.

He marches up to him and immediately interrogates him, furious.

Preston calmly explains that, while the kid was there, they only stayed for a while, leaving soon after they got what they desired. Preston won’t say anymore, as the kid requested that this be done on their own.

Nick won’t be given any more information, but like any good detective, he sets out again.

But something is drawing him towards Far Harbor.

He visits the Nakano’s and finds their navigating ship is gone. Someone used it recently. Unlike Preston, Mr. Nakano isn’t nearly as secretive. He knows what it’s like to lose your only child.

He tells Nick that they did go to Far Habor, and while he tried to convince the child to go home, they wouldn’t listen. Mr. Nakano offers the second navigating ship he has, encouraging Nick to find his child.

So one ride and plenty of fear later, he reaches the half-sunken docks of Far Habor. And lo and behold, he sees the Nakano’s original navigating ship.

So he looks.

He looks in town (whatever is left of it,) Arcadia (whatever is left of it,) and even the Nucleus (whatever is left of it) but he is still unsuccessful.

His search has turned fruitless and without a single sign from his child, Nick accepts the fact that his child is most likely gone. He hopes to find something, a body, a Pip-Boy, something of theirs. Something he can take home and bury next to their mother, something he can grieve over.

He wanders back to the docks, mourning his child quietly. He lets his feet dangle off the side of the old wood, watching the waves lap at the beams. He feels the weight of his guilt slowly press into him, and he blames himself for everything. He should’ve been there, should’ve paid more attention, he should’ve-

“In olden days, a glimpse of stocking… was looked on as something shocking, but now, God knows, anything goes.”

Nick knows that song, he knows it. He turns, and when he can’t see good enough, he stands and follows the sound of music.

And he sees them.

They look… good, actually. Little to no scars, dressed in mercenary’s duster, no doubt from some dead guy on the road, and a Pip-Boy attached to their wrist.

He calls out their name, worried that it’s just some different person, someone who just looks just like his child. But, when they look up at him, surprised to see him, Nick breaks.

His child has to catch him when he falls to his knees, and the two share a tight hug. There are apologies, from both Nick and the kid. The pair do head home, at least… once Nick has been regaled the stories of the Commonwealth and his child’s adventures. There are tears, laughs, and more apologies. And somewhere in there, there’s enough healing to mend the two’s relationship.

X6-88:

Like Gage, there are two potential outcomes, and they rely on whether or not The Institute is still around.

If Sole was the director, and the Institute is still up and running, X6-88 is very upset. Not just with himself, because he totally blames himself for Sole’s death. But he blames the Institute, how could an organization with perfect technology fail its leader? How could she die? It doesn’t make sense!

He doesn’t cry, however, and barely bothers to look at the child. He doesn’t believe he deserves the right to call them his child. So he does what he thinks he should do.

He wipes his memory.

And after that, he returns to work. But curiously, he is tasked to be the personal protector of the Director’s child. He has a strange fondness for them but doesn’t question it further. But he’s strangely happy to be their bodyguard, despite the fact that the Insitute has no real danger.

Years go by, and the child grows up, clever and curious about their surroundings. They wonder what is above the Insitute, and when they are told “nothing of importance,” they merely question more. They try to ask X6-88, but they claim their memory wipe took away any memories of the surface.

Memory wipe, huh?

It takes a long while for them to map out their escape from their room to reach the proper area to sift through the records, and they know that they’ll only have one chance.

Luckily, they are X6-88’s child, and they are one step ahead of their father. Despite not knowing who X6 really is.

So, under the cover of darkness, the child makes their move when the artificial night comes in over the underground facility. Whether they dodged, hacked into, or simply broke the guarding gen 1 and 2 synths, the kid made it into The Synth Retention Division.

Scouring through decades of old records, they find what they were looking for, a few screenshots of the outside world from X6-88’s point of view. The world above is dead, but the people apart of it, they’re very much alive. They were told that there was nothing up there but monsters and bad people… but X6-88 saw a lot of good things above ground. Why would anyone in the Institute not want that?

But then they decide to read through the reports, and the emails… and things begin to click.

Holy shit, X6-88 is their dad.

They’re angry, furious even. How could they not tell them?

Why did they get a memory wipe?

Were they not good enough?

A million thoughts race into their mind, so much so that when they are walking back to their quarters and are caught by the synths, they can’t even argue.

A synth is their father… and their mom chose him for a reason, right?

When they get back to their room and are gently scolded by X6, they can’t bear to look at them. Refusing to acknowledge his presence.

They have to leave. They can’t stay here.

The Insitute keeps secrets, The Insitute lies… what were they keeping them for? Were they just another cog in their machine?

The child makes a decision to leave, permanently. They train themselves to fight, they learn how to properly provide for themselves, and they even find a stash of caps that their mother had left years prior. A few perfectly placed radio signals later and the child has a place to stay.

And under the cover of night, they slip away, permanently.

Which only causes chaos.

The Insitute realizes that they may have screwed up big time, and once they see that, they attempt to prevent X6 from going after them. Well, sike, that doesn’t work. After all, X6 is their guardian, so his job is to protect them. And that includes the Commonwealth and all of its monsters.

It takes him very little time to track the kid down, and when he finds them, they’ve cleared out a raider den in downtown Boston, looking over the bones of a destroyed city.

“You’re my father, did you know that?” They ask once X6 gets close, their senses are definitely heightened compared to a normal child, “I guess you don’t, nobody told you… nobody told me either.”

X6 realizes, though, that they aren’t a child at all. They’re grown up, they’re an adult now, with the same fire that their mother held… wait, their mother held? He didn’t remember the Director, why did he recognize the child though?

“I don’t want to go back!” They shout, lifting their gun to point at X6, “I don’t want to!”

“This city is no place for you.” “And the Insitute is?! I’m not going back! I will never go back! I don’t want to look at you!” They scream, and X6 can’t help but feel hurt.

“I raised you-”

“As a fucking guardian! Not as a father!” They yell, there was that name again… father.

X6 didn’t think of himself as a father, he knew he couldn’t be. Why were they calling him that? Was he really…?

X6 thinks for a moment, what was he programmed to do for this child? He was supposed to do something, right? He was supposed to…

“My job is to protect you… I will not bring you back… But let me protect you.” X6 says, hating the desperation in his voice.

The kid lowers their weapon, looking sadly at X6 before huffing, “Okay. But if you try to take me back… I’ll… I’ll never forgive you.”

And X6 agrees to that.

The two go and explore the Commonwealth together, fixing problems that arise around them. X6 remains a somewhat silent bodyguard for the child, quietly watching and intervening when needed. Of course, the child is more than capable of themselves, so he really has no need to worry. But he does, because that’s what parents- no, guardians do.

But, eventually, he needs questions answered.

By then, after years of slowly leaking into the Commonwealth, the Insitute was slowly destroyed, and the knowledge they clung to so tightly was eventually shared. And while it took a great deal of time, an actual society was slowly returning to the Commonwealth. And now, all that remained was a shaky ruin of what used to be the Insitute.

X6 was able to meander in, carefully ducking the few working synths that littered the tomb. He finally found the terminal he had been seeking, and with a few taps, he saw that his memories weren’t deleted, just transferred. He looks at the child, who was traveling with him at the time, almost waiting for guidance. But the child only smiles and says that it’s his decision to make.

X6 thinks for a moment, before deciding to transfer the memories back into himself, thus opening Pandora’s box.

There is a short moment where he ponders his choices, gasping for air on a now gray floor littered with broken glass and the occasional broken down synth. He takes off his sunglasses and looks up, mourning the loss of his love, child, and any time he could’ve spent with them.

Luckily, his child is still there, albeit, grown up.

He knows Sole would’ve been furious if she was there, she would’ve been broken-hearted that X6 chose to forget her instead of raising their child. But perhaps he could make up for that.

He’s far more protective of his child now, and he refuses to leave their side, even as they grow older and get into relationships and settle down themselves.

He’ll never truly forgive himself for what he did, but he’s honestly just so relieved to have his memories back, memories of Sole.

On the other hand.

If the Insitute was destroyed, it’s a bit different.

Once Sole passes away, X6 thinks about getting a memory wipe. He heads to Goodneighbor, baby in tow. And goes to Doctor Amari, who is hesitant to give X6 his desired memory wipe. She tells him that he has to wait until the next day, but encourages him to stay in Hotel Rexford.

That night, he watches his child for what feels like eons, watching them breathe quietly and gurgle to themselves. He thinks of Sole, and how happy they were to find out they were pregnant. And he can’t bring himself to forget that.

The next day, he returns to Doctor Amari, only to apologize and explain that he couldn’t go through with it. Amari smiled and wished him well, deciding not to tell him that she expected this. She lied to him, claiming the memory wipe had to be done the next day when she knew that he would regret the wipe as his child grew. And one day, the child would find out for themselves the true identity of their father.

X6 moves to Sanctuary, working as a guard for the settlement. And he raises his child. Of course, he’s great at it. As his little one had X6 wrapped around their pudgy finger.

He answers every question about the child’s mother and teaches them to combat when they’re older. And he’s there for them at every moment.

#nick valentine #fallout 4 #fo4 #fallout #fallout 4 companions #x6 88 #fo4 x6 88

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slocumjoe · 4 years ago

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Laughing headcanons

Cait:

Laughs like a hyena or a dainty little princess. Both of her laughs are really charming, but you only get the gorilla belly laugh at someone else's expense. MacCready soaks himself with a Nuka-cola exploding in his face? Belly laugh. Danse's eyebrows going up into his scalp at a crude joke? Belly laugh.

Doesn't care for puns or structured jokes. Doesn't like anti-jokes. She enjoys situational, spontaneous humor.

Curie:

Giggles and shrieking laughter that dissolves into wheezing clapping. All jokes are welcome as long as they aren't crude. She laughs at at all them, very genuinely. Would really enjoy facebook mom memes.

Danse:

Soft chuckling. No one has ever heard him laugh. His reactions to jokes are out of decorum. Forced chuckle, really doesn't find it funny. Please don't put him in this situation, it melts his soul.

Does like puns. Often makes puns. He has a very dry, sarcastic sense of humor - though his tone often means it goes over everyone's head - but he just isn't the kind of guy to bowl over laughing.

Deacon:

His laugh is totally inaudible. He giggles like a schoolgirl, but you get him to really laugh, all air abandons his body. Sounds like a dog toy trying to breath.

Deacon probably listens to joke audio books in his sleep, are you kidding me? Every joke is a good joke as long as it isn't, like, grossly dark. His favorites are self-deprecating jokes.

Hancock:

Barky laugh. Its always a bark, but the volume and intensity varies. He also snickers, but that's usually intentional as a means of flirtation or coming off as suave.

Does not like puns. Will make puns if he sees the opportunity. He has a litany of classic structured jokes. You know he would like Seinfeld.

MacCready:

Teary laugher, looks like a 5 year old when giggling. Very blushy when he laughs. His laughing is mostly just him choking and crying while trying to breathe. This is unfortunate as he's the one who laughs the most.

Doesn't like puns, but has been studying under Nick to fulfill his fatherly duties.

Nick:

Undefeated champunion. He finds them so quickly, so precisely. You get the feeling that at all times, he's looking for them. Its like you're being hunted, but instead of the inevitably of being caught an eaten, its the inevitably of having to hear the same fish puns around docks.

Anyway, his laugh is very old Italian uncle. If you know you know. Very 'hands on the hips head thrown back' guffawing.

Piper:

Cackling or snorts. No. Middle. Ground. Her gentle, everyday laugh is a fit of snorting and chortling, the true laughter sounds like a witch that just cursed Dorothy. Sounds like a feral madwoman when laughing.

Enjoys the occasional pun, but she hates the usual structured joke. They're just never funny to her, as she can always predict the punchline.

Preston:

He'll chuckle, or very softly laugh for only a few seconds. Much like Danse, Preston doesn't really bust a gut. Well, he does, but only when he's at the end of his rope and/or is extremely sleep deprived. Its a weird mix of snorting and howling.

He actually enjoys the casual structure of a joke. Doesnt think they're funny, but finds them entertaining nonetheless. Used to like puns, but Nick ruined it for him.

X6:

He will rarely chuckle or snicker, but usually he just exhales out of his nose while smiling a little.

However.

Rumor has it that he once broke down into tears at Deacon impersonating an old southern gentleman trying to have sex with the Slocum's Joe donut mascot. Given that this rumor didn't come from Deacon, it might have a ring of truth to it.

Doesn't joke much himself aside from some dry sarcasm, but he finds Danse to be the funniest of them, just because of their shared humor.

#fo4 #fallout 4 #paladin danse #nick valentine #robert joseph maccready #piper wright #preston garvey #cait #curie #hancock #deacon #gangpost

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fallout-drabbles-n-stuff · 4 years ago

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(this is me projecting btw) can you do how the companions would react to sole coming out to them?

(If you would like specific Headcanons, do not hesitate to ask! 😄❤️)

Cait:

“So ya into both? Just one? All? Any of them are good choices lass/lad.”

Super laid back, the only that will really change is that she’ll try to occasionally point out a specific person in the crowd of your preferred gender and make comments on their arse or tits- just to see if you think what she thinks.

Curie:

“Congratulations!”

She doesn’t really know what else to say. So instead she’ll just give you a genuine lovely smile and proceed to put her mask and googles back on so she can continue with her experiment.

Danse:

“Thank you for confiding in me, I understand that not everyone feels comfortable talking about this specific topic. So once more, thank you.”

More than anything, Danse is just happy that you feel comfortable enough around him to share something so personal.

Deacon:

“Hi gay, I’m Deacon..Just kidding, wow, that seemed a whole lot funnier in my head. Wait- I’m sorry!”

Honestly doesn’t see it as a big deal- to him, sexual orientation was the last of his worries. One or two terrible puns later and he’ll cease his ridiculous antics.

Gage:

“Ah, uh, cool.”

Has zero ideas about just what the sweet fuck he’s supposed to do. He knows that you telling him something so personal was important- but being raider..sexuality wasn’t something talked about unless it was a story about one legendary fuck someone had.

Hancock:

“Heh, got any special ladies/guys in mind?”

Very similar to Cait in this respect.

Macready:

“Ooooh, well I guess that makes sense then.”

Looks like a lightbulb went off behind his pretty blue eyes when you first told him. If you ask him what he means by that, he’ll just chuckle nervously and shrug.

Maxson:

“Hm, interesting...*looks down at coffee cup full of whiskey*”

Having almost no experience with things like this, Arthur is naturally quite awkward. Being the elder, no one save for a handful would ever consider themselves comfortable enough to confide in him like that. Turns out..he sort of likes it.

Nick Valentine:

“Well kiddo, so long as you find yourself someone that makes you happy in life, I’m alright with just about anything.”

Of course, Nick has no true deep feelings either way- but he wants you to know that he supports you and cares for you.

Old Longfellow:

“You’ve got balls for saying that, congrats. I’ve got’cha is you need me.”

Probably not the most lovely thing to hear from someone when you come out to them- but he means it. That is, the whole “I’ve gotcha” part at least. He may be old, but he’ll make sure to whoop ass if someone tries to mess with you.

Piper:

“I KNEW IT...wait, wait, I’m sorry. I got a little overexcited. Thank you so much for telling me, means a lot, Blue.”

Preston:

“Do you wanna talk it about it some more? We don’t have to if you don’t want to. No matter. Thanks for entrusting me with something so personal.”

X6-88:

“.......And? Congratulations.”

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makingoutinthemojave · 5 years ago

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This is something i thought of a few days ago, but fo4 companions reacting to the sole survivor taking off their prosthetic leg/arm and hitting someone ( maybe one of the othet companions lol) with it after being annoying.

I wrote a few of these! Feel free to message me if you’d like other companions!

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Deacon-

“All I’m saying is that if Aliens exist- then why is it so hard to believe there are microscopic robots in all of our food?”

“Ok- Tom- that’s a lot to unpack,” Tinker Tom was in one of his rants again that he would go into while everyone was trying to sleep. However, his ramblings normally got everyone up and talking. Sole always tried to argue with him, which was hilarious to Deacon. “First of all, Aliens aren’t real.”

“Hey now- that ain’t true!” Tom interrupted them, “I saw that UFO the other day!”

“And we’re supposed to believe in everything you see?” Glory takes Sole’s side, lifting her brow at Tom.

“Hey, if the man says he saw a UFO- then who are we to say he didn’t! I believe ya, Tinker.” Deacon scooted from his mattress to Tom’s, patting his back. He loved to side with Tom in these fights- mostly because he reveled in the chance to tease Sole.

“Thanks, Deeks, at least you know the truth.” Tom puts his arm around Deacon, glaring at the other, less believing crew.

“Whatever, ok, Second of all, how did you go from Aliens to microscopic robots?” Sole ignores the idiots arm-in-arm in front of them and brings up their second point.

“That’s obvious! The Aliens make the tiny robots!” Deacon declares in a dramatic voice, and Tom gasps.

“Do you think so? Maybe that’s why they’re flying over the earth- they’ve been experimenting on us!” Tom sounded like he was on the cusp of revelation- and Glory groaned.

“Come on, Tom, you can’t be serious.”

“I’m sorry that you can’t open your mind to the possibilities, Glory. I’m just trying to be safe!” Tom takes a condescending tone, and Deacon anticipates a shitshow.

“Oh, and being safe means being an idiot?” Glory snaps, and Deacon ‘ooh’s.

“Being safe means suspecting everything! And you don’t suspect enough!” Tom spits back.

“I don’t, do I? Well, Tom, I ‘suspect’ you’re about to get your ass whooped-” Glory starts getting up, and Sole grabs her arm.

“Wait, beat him with this-” Sole grabs at their hip, feeling for something.

“You’re not actually gonna beat me up, Glory-” Tom begins to nervously ask, Deacon recoiling from his friend to prevent suffering the same fate. He’s interrupted by a loud POP.

“WhAT THE FUCK-” Glory yells, jumping back from Sole. Sole then lifts their whole leg into the air.

“Get ‘em with this!” Sole offers the leg over to Glory, and she backs up.

“Woah, Woah- hold on, you can’t just hand your leg over to someone!”

“Yeah, you need to take them to dinner first- at least.” Deacon quips, making Sole laugh. He’s known about Sole’s prosthetic leg for some time and especially knows their tendency to use it as a disciplinary weapon. He’s just glad he’s not the one to receive their calf of wrath at the moment.

“What, do you not know about my leg, Glory?” Sole gestures with the leg while talking, “Damn, I knew I forgot to tell someone. Well, you can still use it to beat up Tom. Here.” They continue to hold the leg to Glory.

Glory thinks for a moment, still trying to take in what had happened. Then she nods. “Ah, fuck it, gimme the leg.” She takes the leg from Sole and turns with a vicious look towards Tom. “I’ll show you just how safe you are-”

Deacon learned a lesson that night. Don’t give a prosthetic limb to Glory when she’s angry. Also, don’t wake Desdemona up in the middle of the night. Both things produce terrible, terrible consequences.

Nick Valentine-

It ended up being a late night in the office and Nick said he’d make up for it by buying drinks for Ellie and Sole. The trio went to the Dugout inn, preceding to the bar.

“Hello, Detectives! What will I be getting for you?” Vadim greeted them in the same, loud way he always did. Nick began to fish the money out of his trench coat pocket.

“Hi, Vadim. It’s gonna be a round for these two. My treat.” Nick pulled out his caps, sliding them across the bar to Vadim.

“Oh, I see…cruising, huh, Valentine?” Vadim graciously took the money, chuckling to himself.

“Excuse me?” What is that supposed to mean? Nick sure didn’t know, but based on the way they scoffed- Sole did. Ellie started giggling as well.

“Oh, come on, Nick…I always knew you were a smooth operator. But shouldn’t you be keeping it professional with these two?” Vadim laughed, turning to grab their beers. Nick thinks he was starting to understand.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Bobrov.” Nick’s internal fans were working in overdrive to keep him cool, and Ellie kept laughing at his sake.

“Oh-hoh, that’s how it is! Well, good luck in your-” Vadim hoots, turning to put the beers on the counter. His remark is cut off by Sole.

“Alright, that’s enough of that.” Sole suddenly tears their right arm off, whacking Vadim on the back of the head.

Wait. They what.

Ellie squeals, jumping and standing back from the now armless Sole. It takes her and Nick one more second to register the straps and cords coming out of the detached arm.

“You have a fake arm??” Ellie declares, more in relief than anything else.

“You didn’t know?” Sole seems surprised just the same as they were.

“How would we have found out?” Nick defends, staring at them in confusion. He still wasn’t quite sure what had happened,

“That’s one way to shut him up.” Yedim chimes up, interrupting their bickering, and making Vadim laugh.

“Yes, yes, sorry for teasing you guys! Enjoy your drinks!” Vadim apologizes and pushing the beers over to the three. Sole puts their arm back on, and they and Ellie grab the drinks.

“Thank you, Vadim. And sorry about the arm.” Sole apologizes, and they walk to find their seats.

“Well, kid, good to know you’re armed at all times.” Nick quips, watching the anguish wash over Sole and Ellie’s faces.

“Oh god- was that a pun? I thought you were better than that, Nick.” Sole cringes and Nick grins victoriously.

“Okay, now you have to tell us what happened…” Ellie nudges Sole, ignoring Nick’s dad jokes.

“Fine, I lost it when…”

Paladin Danse-

“No wayyy!” Haylen shoves sole on the shoulder with her bottle hand, nudging them gently as they put their hands up in defense.

“I swear! I was out of the vault for like, less than an hour and already killing deathclaws!” Sole tries to convince their crowd, shrugging with their beer.

Sole and few other brotherhood members were drinking together on the lower levels of the prydwen, something Danse was completely unaccustomed to. He wasn’t one to do anything out of protocol and wasn’t interested in activities that could lead to said behavior. But Sole, the ever-inviting harpy they could be, convinced him the initiates would benefit from seeing a Paladin more relaxed. “Show them you’re a person like the rest of us,” they said. Sure.

“That would explain your pre-existing combat prowess, charging into that ghoul onslaught when we met.” Danse joins the conversation, taking a sip of his Gwinnett Ale. Everyone looks to him quickly, surprise in the initiate’s eyes. True, he hasn’t spoken at all yet, but they don’t need to treat it like a big deal. Danse tucked his head down a bit.

“Would you call that ‘prowess’ or ‘reckless abandon’?” Rhys, charming as always, chimes up before Sole could accept the compliment. He was always thorny towards newcomers, but he seemed especially so to this pre-war Vault dweller. Danse has handled in-team conflicts before, but when they involved Rhys, it was always more complicated.

“I would call it bravery.” Haylen says, glaring a moment at Rhys and then smiling back at Sole. She was always the compassionate one.

“What’s so brave about almost killing yourself?” Rhys continues to bicker, waving his beer in the air.

“Killing myself? I think I was doing most of the killing there!” Sole teases, always loving to mess with Rhys. Danse wishes they wouldn’t.

“Oh really? I think you ought to remember your place here.” Rhys frowned.

“Should I? Who got the instant promotion? Who’s working directly with the Elder to defeat the institute?” Sole continues to poke his buttons, making the initiates watching “ooh”.

“That’s it-” Rhys gets to his feet, and then does Sole.

“Wait a minute, Soldiers,” Danse quickly hops to his feet to stop the fight, but is interrupted by Sole swiftly yanking their arm off and wielding it like a weapon.

Haylen doesn’t hesitate to scream at the sight, and even Rhys seems spooked.

“What?? Y’all didn’t know I have a fake arm?” Sole reacts with just as much surprise, waving the arm around like it was nothing.

“We had no idea, Soldier, I-I-” Danse awkwardly stares.

“Well, I can tell you how I lost it if Rhys will just shut his mouth.” Sole glares and Rhys does the same.

“Settle down you two.” Danse crosses his arms and gets them to back down, going back to their seated positions. “So, tell us about the arm.”

“Okay, so way back before the war….”

X6-88-

X6 would probably walk in on Sole knocking one of the institute directors on the head with their prosthetic arm and instantly become over-interested. He’d start inquiring about the technical abilities of their prosthetic, what weapons it was equipped with, how it could be improved.

“It doesn’t really have any abilities, other than functioning as an arm,” Sole sheepishly responded to the questions, embarrassed by the sudden attention.

“That doesn’t do at all, Sir/M’am. You should see the Robotics branch to get an upgrade. The face of the Institute deserves the best limb enhancers.” And so, through X6’s urging, Sole would end up with a wicked arm. Robotics would hook them up with like…inspector gadget style tricks all in the prosthetic. They’d honestly look part synth, which shortly became Sole’s new favorite thing to trick wastelanders into thinking. Thanks, X6!

#fallout reacts #fallout #fallout 4 #fo4 reacts #fallout 4 reacts #Paladin Danse #x6-88 #Deacon #Nick valentine #fo4 paladin danse #fo4 deacon #fo4 nick valentine

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Could I get a Queen/BohRhap ship, please? 🥺👉👈 Name's Melissa, I have green eyes, black&orange hair atm and I'm 5'8" and a goth kid essentially (I have pics on my page if you want a better image). I have 12 tattoos and 3 are moons...5 are Halloween related. I love campy 80's horror, puns, art and music. Also, I study animation in college! Thank you so much! 😊🥰

Oh my, you’re everything that I want to be 🥺

I ship you with

John Deacon

Many say that you both are practically opposite. But opposites attract, right? He is just in complete awe of you, he thinks you are fucking gorgeous. John would put on little movie marathons of your favorite films. He constantly tells you how talented you are. All. The. Time. He adores all of your work and completely lost in you. John even thought about getting a tattoo, but chickened out or doesn’t really want one. But he doesn’t discourage you if you want more. He loves every single one of you’re tattoos.

Ben Hardy

Ben saw some of your tattoos and went head over heels for you. Yes, he adores you and finds you beautiful in and out, but the tattoos were the first thing that got him. He can’t get over the fact about how many you have and would like to go get tattoos with yoh. Ben sometimes asks if he can see some of your work. He silently observed you making animations or pieces/studying. He really just wants you to sit in his lap so he can cuddle you, studying or not. He also loves watching horror movies and making *punny* jokes with you. It’s so funny, he can scare the life out of you.

#queen #bohemian rhapsody #borhap #queen band #john deacon ship #john deacon #john deacon x reader #ben hardy ship #ben hardy x reader #ben hardy

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electricshoebox · 5 years ago

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deacready w 10-20 (if you wanna do that many ofc)

Oh my gosh this is so exciting, okay! Thank you for this!!! I already did 20, but I’ll do 10-19.

10. Who remembers what the other one always orders at a restaurant? I actually think they both do this! They’re both really in tune with each other and both really observant, so I think they both pick up on a lot of things about the other, little details, and surprise each other with how much they remember.

11. Who tops? I headcanon them both as switches, really, especially MacCready. I think Deacon’s more comfortable and insistent about topping when it’s random hookups, but when it’s someone he really likes (and, gasp, trusts) he’s more comfortable switching it up.

12. Who initiates kisses? I think more often it’s MacCready, at least at first, because he’s more physical in general and more comfortable showing it. Not that Deacon’s complaining, unless it’s verging too close on being public.

13. Who reaches for the other’s hand first? If you mean first time in the relationship, I think in my story I have it as MacCready. But in general? Surprisingly, given what I just said, I actually think it’s Deacon. I think that’s an easier display of affection to hide in public, and Deacon’s very aware of how much it chafes MacCready that they have to keep things quiet when they’re out and about. So it’s something he can give him.

14. Who kisses the hardest? MacCready. He doesn’t have Deacon’s years of trained restraint on his emotions. He wants what he wants. Plus he is just not a patient person, and not shy about being demanding. And Deacon loves it.

15. Who wakes up first? Deacon. MacCready is Not a Morning Person. Deacon’s used to sleeping in snatches anyway from years at HQ, and just not a great sleeper in general.

16. Who wants to stay in bed just a little longer? MacCready. And he’ll go to great lengths to get Deacon to stay there with him.

17. Who says I love you first? No spoilers ;)

18. Who leaves little notes in the other’s one lunch? (Bonus: what does it usually say?) Oh my gosh, this absolutely strikes me as something Deacon would do. And he’d find, like, the absolute stupidest puns or most terrible dad jokes to put on them. Or just really corny love poems.

19. Who tells their family/friends about their relationship first? MacCready, for those who hadn’t already figured it out, and even then it’s a very limited number. Deacon is extremely paranoid about broadcasting their relationship, which causes friction.

#deacready #a line in the sand #ask memes #memes

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returnn-of-the-mac · 6 years ago

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FO4 Companions Cars/Driving Headcanons

Cait:

Cait is actually knows a lot about cars and repairing them. Her car (a red 1994 Nissan Sentra) is her baby; she named her Ronda after Ronda Rousey. The inside of her car is pretty clean, but always wreaks of alcohol. On the road Cait is a monster. She has a lead foot and really bad road rage. She loves to lay on the horn. What’s supposed to be an hour drive takes her about 20 minutes. She’s also extremely aggressive when merging and passing. She has many tickets and has had her license revoked a few times.

Nick

Nick has a 1956 Catillac Classic. His car is pristine and smells like grandpa cologne. He has his case files stored neatly in his trunk. He takes pride in his car and gets it washed and vacuumed once a week. He doesn’t understand the appeal of naming cars, so he just calls it “my baby.” He sometimes participates in car shows. He tends to cruise, and usually goes much slower than the speed limit.

Piper:

Piper has a 1970s Volkswagen Beetle named Hawthorne. She takes decent care of it, save for a few coffee stains on the seats, papers scattered on the ground, and the faint smell of cigarettes mixed with car freshener. She can’t help casually smoking while driving. She tries to drive at the speed limit, but often ends up speeding because she’s always late for something. The backside of her car is littered with bumper stickers.

MacCready:

Mac has a green 2000 Jeep Wrangler named Dennis. His car smells like cigarettes and McDonald’s, and is littered with trash. He doesn’t really care though. He just likes driving through the Commonwealth wilderness while listening to his rock and grunge playlist. He some minor roadrage and one or two speeding tickets, but he’s a pretty good driver overall.

Deacon

Deacon has a 2003 Ford Focus— a common car so he can blend in. He named it Jim. Deacon tends to drive slower than or just at the speed limit, much to the annoyance of other drivers. He’s usually just really lost in thought...and by “thought” he’s just having imaginary arguments with himself and/or thinking up some clever puns and comebacks. Overall, he’s a decent driver. He is, however, the master of parallel parking.

X6-88

X6 always has the nicest, newest sports cars. He loves his 2018 Lamborghini Huracan. He doesn’t name his car; he thinks it’s a childish practice. He takes immaculate care of his car on the inside and out and is a phenomenal driver. His car always has a new car smell. He doesn’t have any visible road rage, but is constantly questioning the intelligence of other drivers.

Curie

Curie has a white, 2015 Toyota Prius. Although the Commonwealth is already full of radiation, she does not want to contribute to the air pollution. She does not have a name for her car. Her car is spotless and smells like warm vanilla. She is a super safe driver— she will drive exactly at the speed limit and will always wear her seatbelt. She is very patient and does not have roadrage.

Preston

Like Curie, he does not want to contribite to the pollution of the Commonwealth, so he drives a 2009 Prius Hybrid. The inside of his car is clean and smells like pine. Preston is also a very safe driver and has never gotten a ticket.

Danse

Danse drives a 2017 GMC Sierra. He’s a pretty good driver and loves to listen to his country music playlist while he’s on the roads. He has roadrage, but mostly contains it (save for the few times he aggressively grips the wheel or mutters swears/insults about the other diver under his breath). He is an absolute STICKLER about wearing seatbelts and will scold his passenger if they do not put on their seatbelt. He keeps his car clean and the inside smells like leather.

Maxon

Maxon drives a 2019 Chevrolet Colorado. He tends to have this weird, one-sided competition with Danse about who has the nicest, newest, most powerful vehicle. Danse is completely oblivious about this competition, but Maxon is obsessed with one-upping his “rival.” He is an aggressive driver and has pretty bad roadrage. He keeps his car very clean and the inside smells like cologne.

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Hot Space Buns // BHM

Pairing: Brian May x Fem!Reader Word Count: 4.6K Style: One-Shot Warnings: Fluff, swearing Summary: The boys are gaining popularity and are hiring more and more crew in order to prepare them for each show, including a hair/makeup/clothing team. All crew members end up being close friends with the band, including Y/N, the primary hair stylist. One funky photoshoot and one stupid bet later, Y/N gets to have her way with the boys on stage, and the one serious member of the band can’t help but laugh about it, too. Permanent Author’s Note: To clarify, I write because I get bored. Nothing is meant to be professional in any way, nor is meant to offend, cause anxiety, cause anger, cause sadness, or promote disagreement among readers in any sort of (semi)permanent way. A/N: @bensrhapsody and I make a great team wherein she sends me ideas/requests and I write them how I see fit, and this is one of those instances. Lena, you are a dumbass treasure, so I hope you like this (and all future requests of yours to come)! Also, I debated making this a platonic!Queen x Reader fic, but then I was really drawn to Bri for this one and making this about him somehow, so yeah. Also, I know the title is a pun on the Hot Space album and this doesn’t take place then, but the title is cute and they needed to be in the early 70s so their hair was long so get over it lmao.

Masterlist

It goes without saying that anyone who starts a band, no matter how much they will deny it, wants to some degree to end up famous. They want people to hear their music and relate to it. Queen was no exception, and despite the fact that half of the band was not egotistic, all four boys were pleased with the success they had been getting. It was becoming too big for just the four of them and a manager to handle, though, so it was time to start hiring teams to help them out with whatever was needed so they could focus on their jobs – the music. Finance teams, roadies, electronics people, security guards. They had to hire everything and everyone. Including a hair, makeup, and costume team to appease Freddie and Roger’s wishes. This team was not a large one, in fact there was only one person for makeup, hair, and costume each. But the three of you made it work. The boys were writing their third studio album at the time, which eventually was titled ‘Sheer Heart Attack,’ and one of your bosses decided that it was time for the album cover shoot. She had a few ideas in mind for you and your companion teams that you were not so sure about, but you had to do what your bosses told you, despite your better judgement. So, the minute the boys walked into yours and the make-up artist’s trailer, you gave them a look of concern and bemusement.

“Did anyone actually tell you boys how we have to make you look?” Your coworker, whose name was Angelica, was trying extremely hard to not laugh throughout her sentence. She was the more bemused one in this situation, you were more concerned.

“Frankly, I think what they said is ridiculous, but maybe you lot won’t think so.” You unsuccessfully tried to hid the worry in your words, because Brian chimed in right away.

“What are you two going to do to us?”

You and Angelica gave each other looks, and just pointed at their respective chairs so you two could get started. Freddie and Roger sat down excitedly, seemingly ready for whatever wild idea you two had, while John just moved at his normal pace. Brian, on the other hand, stayed still right where he was, taking your tone of voice to heart more seriously than he probably should have. You decided to walk over to him, since Angelica already started working on Roger’s make-up and Freddie was enthusiastically talking to a very tired-looking John, and check up on him. You did not like the scowl he had plastered onto his face.

“What’s wrong, love? You’re not one to not listen to us.”

“What do we have to wear?”

“You’ve never been concerned before, Bri, what’s this ab—”

“Have I hid how insecure I am that well for you to not notice? Well, I guess I need to explain myself then, but yeah, I… I hate doing these photoshoots. I’ve read the tabloids, Y/N, and while it has nothing to do with yours or Angelica’s abilities, I know that I am the least attractive member of Queen.”

You had trouble comprehending that these words were coming out of Brian’s mouth instead of someone like John’s. Brian never presented himself as shy or insecure, and you were starting to feel dread creeping up on you, because you were being forced to add to this feeling. You took a moment to gaze into his eyes, ones that, at the moment, were filled with dread and insecurity, but held on to the smallest bit of hope that you would say something to him to make it all go away.

“Brian May, you are incredibly smart. You seriously cannot be daft enough to think that those tabloids have any semblance of truth to them, right?”

Brian just continued to look at the ground. Clearly, that was not enough to make him feel like himself again. You took it up a notch.

“Not only are you smart enough to know those idiots are just jealous, but I happen to think that you are very attractive no matter how we end up making you look. I get to see this face and this hair,” as you spoke you fluffed up his curls even closer to high heaven, “every single day, so I know for a fact that it isn’t ugly. Far from it, love. Now, do me a favor and sit in your damn chair so I can get to work on the first hairstyle of yours that might make me take back what I said just now.”

Finally, you had gotten Brian’s attention, and thankfully no one else in the room had seen the exchange, otherwise you know you would have heard some snarky comment from Freddie or Roger, or both. Brian did what you asked of him, and by the time you had started working on his hair, Angelica had finished with Roger’s make-up and began to work on John’s, leaving Freddie to talk to Roger. Except to look at Roger, he had to look past Brian and Freddie saw what it was you were attempting to do with Brian’s hair, and called you out for it.

“Darling, how exactly do you plan to get that mane into a hair tie?”

“I’m sorry, what—”

“A HAIR TIE ARE YOU BLOODY JOKING?!”

“This is astounding, Y/N! Look at our masterpieces!”

Angelica snorted so loud at the sight in the mirror in front of you two. She had finished their make-up, which was simply a dark eye-look with natural colored everything else, and you had managed to get all four of the boy’s hair into dual buns on the sides of their heads. It was clearly not the aesthetic of the album, since you had been hearing them play it for the last few months, but like always, you had to listen to your boss. Whatever they wanted was what they got. You did admit, in your head, though, that none of them looked really ugly. It was just completely out of character. Begrudgingly, the boys made their way over to the studio where the black backdrop was set up for the shoot. Your boss looked really happy when she saw what they ended up looking like, but she could also see the cogs turning in your head once the actual shoot started. She was not the biggest fan of you when you had an idea you thought was better than hers, or a fan of yours, period.

“Y/N? A word, please.”

If you had not turned your head right at the exact moment you heard your name, you would have seen Brian turn to look directly at you with a look of concern. He knew you and that one particular boss butted heads quite a bit over vision differences, so he made sure he was always around when she was so he could be there for you if you needed to get away. He told himself he did this because all the crew members became good friends with the band, but deep down he knew that there was more to it than that, just like how Roger had a thing for Angelica and John had a thing for Veronica, the costume designer (in this house we support the Deacon’s). He was called back to reality when he heard his name being called for the next photo, so he did not get to see what kind of interaction you had with your boss.

“Look, I’m extremely proud of the work you and Angelica did, so why is it that I feel like I need to be concerned about the look on your face?”

“Magda, look—”

“We have been through this, you do not call me Magda, you call me ma’am or madam. You lost the right to call me by my first name when you disobeyed instruction on the last album.”

The situation she was referring to actually had nothing to do with what you did, it had everything to do with what you did not do. Magda had wanted you to do something extremely drastic to all four of the boy’s hair for the ‘Queen II’ album cover shoot and she wanted you to do it without telling them you were going to. Queen is not what people think of when they think of a hair band, but their hair is extremely iconic nonetheless, so when your boss suggested that you chop all of it off without telling them, you made the choice to not do that because you knew it would kill them, especially Roger and Brian. You ended up telling them that that time around, nothing would be done to their hair, it needed to stay natural, and the boys did not mind. Despite the fact that the cover for the album ended up becoming one of the most beloved images Queen had ever put out, your boss was livid with you. She cared about success, obviously, but she cared about having dominance over her employees more. So, a clear and blatant disrespect to her authority was the last thing she wanted in her life.

“Sorry, ma’am.”

“So, because of that disrespect, I have to repeat myself. What is going on inside your head right now?”

“I’m… not sure if you’ve actually heard any of the album, but this hair that you wanted them to have? I actually think they look pretty good and pull it off, but it-it-it just doesn’t fit with the sound of the album.”

Your boss sighed rather loudly, earning the attention of the cameramen and the band, Brian looking at you wide-eyed out of concern, realizing you had been communicating with your personal she-devil for the last few minutes without him by your side.

“Well then, simple hairdresser; what the hell would you have them do?”

The jab at your profession stung, you could not lie to yourself. You had wanted to do hair ever since you got yours first professionally cut. Something about the atmosphere felt like a place you could be yourself in, and when you got into beauty school, you took that as a sign that this was what you were meant to be doing. It was even more solidified when you booked the job working with one of the biggest bands in the world. At hearing the words your boss said, Angelica and Veronica had sunk into themselves off to the side of the backdrop, Roger, Freddie, and John all stared with wide eyes, and Brian’s eyes narrowed into tight slits indicating that he was just as furious as you. Instead of responding to your boss, you just decided to walk over to the cameraman, asking him if you could make some changes before the next round of photos. He quietly nodded his head, and added a ‘help yourself.’ You nodded back before making your way over to the boys.

“I’m going to take your hair out of these buns, as well as you pull them off, and then add some ruffling to it. Okay? Just give me one minute…”

After your one minute, each of the boys had their hair cascading down their shoulders once again, and you had even added some small volume to it through the use of your hands pulling and fluffing. You did not want to instruct them on how to sit, so once you felt happy with the way their hair looked, you walked backwards so you could see all four of them together, solidifying your feelings towards the new looks. You smiled, trying to force away the tears that were still threatening to spill from your boss’s earlier words. The four boys could see you were struggling to keep yourself together, and the other three looked at Brian knowingly. They all knew about their schoolkid-like crushes on the crew members, so they were attempting to egg him on to make you feel better. You started to turn away to allow the cameraman to reposition them, but before you had turned around fully, you saw Brian jolt upward, almost hurting and locking his knees in the process. You looked back and up at him with doe-like eyes as he slowly walked toward you. When he was face-to-face with you, he placed both hands tightly on your shoulders, giving each of them a tight squeeze before speaking.

“For what it’s worth, love, I didn’t hate the buns.” Then he leaned in and captured you in a loving hug, complete with some back rubbing. Now speaking at a volume loud enough for only you to hear. “But I love that you know us well enough to stand up to that witch, and I admire you for it. Thank you.”

You latched your arms around him desperately, not allowing yourself to speak because you know the words would have just gotten stuck in your throat and you would have looked like an infant with how hard you were starting to sob. But now it wasn’t out of sadness, it was out of gratitude. Brian let you go, offering you a small smile before walking back to his bandmates, who were all staring at him knowingly. You went back behind the camera and made your way to Angelica and Veronica, who opened up the space between them so you could sit between them and you could all watch the boys you loved. In the way that they loved you. And imagine your pride when the photo taken from right after you fixed their hair ended up being the cover of the album. Your boss was fired the same day the image was selected.

“Absolutely not, I would never agree to that bloody bet.” Roger’s voice was booming in the back of the tour bus, arguing with you over an idea you had just suggested, riding off the adrenaline still of having your photo be chosen for the second time as the album cover.

“C’mon, Rog, it would be fun! Guys against girls!”

“I may be dumb sometimes, Y/N, but I am smart enough to know that women are smarter than men in general. You lot would win, and then we would just embarrass ourselves.”

Then it was Angelica’s turn to speak up, hoping she could convince Roger to change his mind.

“Rogie, love, I would love to do this, I think you should let us girls join in on your Scrabble competitions every now and then. We are just as much a part of Queen as you are. We want to feel included. What d’you say, lovie?”

You, Angelica, Veronica, and Mary were watching the cogs in Roger’s mind turn around and around before he finally settled on a decision.

“Oi! Lads! Get your arses in here! We got a game to play!”

“So. what exactly is the plan here?”

All eight of you crowded up in the back of the tour bus, waiting to hear your explanation of how the bet was going to go. You had explained the basic idea to Roger before anyone else, and then when the other girls heard him pouting, they joined in. And thus began the first ever girls versus guys Scrabble game Queen had ever taken a part of began.

“We’re going to play in teams. Myself and Veronica, Angelica and Mary, Brian and John, Roger and Freddie. Scoring will be by team, but then at the end of the game, the girls team scores will be added together, as will the boy’s teams scores. One game only, unless somehow there is a tie. If we win, on the next show, you lot have to let me do your hair up in the buns again. And you have to stay like that for the whole show. If you boys win, then we will all wear our hair in the buns, and you can choose what outfits we wear as well. No cheating, or the other team wins by default. This is for one show only, as well, none of us gals are that mean. Sound fair?”

With a cacophony of nodding heads, the game ensued. You had hoped what Roger said about women being smarter than men really was true, because you did not want to see what the boys would pick out for you to wear. With the exception of Angelica, all you girls were relatively modest people. You knew that they would want you to wear something scandalous if they won. Initially, everyone was getting small words and just slowly collecting points. No one seemed to pull ahead right away. Then John got a word that was worth over 20 points in one go, and all four of you started to sweat. That skyrocketed his and Brian’s score, you just knew it, and you had no idea how many points Roger and Freddie had racked up yet. You kept playing, worry nagging your mind throughout the game. Then it was time to add together team scores to see who would be wearing buns at the next show, and possibly no clothes.

“Between us lads, we have 145 points.” John spoke calmly and politely, not wanting to give away the fact that he had been planning what he wanted Veronica to wear this whole time.

The four of you girls all turned to look at each other with somewhat neutral expressions, but could not contain your excitement for long. Wide smile’s broke out across all of your faces as you turned back to look at the boys, who’s faces you all could see were breaking watching your smiles spread. As if you had planned it in advance, the four of you simultaneously yelled out your score, proud of the outcome.

“146 points!”

“You’re fucking joking.”

“Dammit, darlings! Who told you could be so good at this game?”

John simply sighed and looked down into his lap, while you and Brian made eye contact. You could see the insecurity flooding back into his brain through the look in his eyes, and without wanting to make it obvious that you felt bad, you offered him a melancholy smile, trying your best to subliminally tell him you were sorry it worked out this way but you would make it up to him somehow. It was your idea, after all, to do this bet. He did not have to agree to it, but something told you he did because it would make you happy. Once the game was put away, it was really late in the evening and everyone just wanted to sleep. When the tour bus with you eight on it pulled into the rest stop, following the other busses touring with you for equipment and other crew members, the three girls went back to their bunks on the other bus, and you told them you would meet them there in a moment, that there was something you had to do first. You gently pulled back the curtain to be met with Brian’s bare back.

“Bri? You awake?” You spoke so quietly you could hardly hear yourself.

“Hmm? Y/N? What… what’re you—”

“Just hush and come sit with me, love.”

After Brian managed to get his lanky form out his bunk to follow you to the table in the back of the bus, you started speaking before he could ask any questions.

“I’m really sorry. I completely forgot about how insecure that hairstyle made you feel, and frankly, I thought of the bet because I saw how annoyed Roger looked with himself with them in and I just thought his temper showing in the show would be funny—”

“Y/N.”

You looked at Brian, hoping that he did not look angry at you for what you had started. He looked tired, sure, but there was no anger hidden in his features. You breathed out a sigh of relief that you had not lost one of your best friends because of a stupid bet.

“I promise it’s okay. It’s not like I’m making the choice alone, the other lads are going to be there doing the same thing. Plus, I could tell you said you’re going to make it up to me later on. Yes, I understand you enough to know that look from earlier.”

You heart swelled twice as big knowing that he knew you as well as you knew him.

“Plus, on the bright side, I think we all know who looked best in those buns anyway. My curls just make it perfect, wouldn’t you agree, love?”

“I couldn’t agree more, Bri.” You smiled sweetly at him, and this time, he sleepily returned the look. “But hey listen. I’m actually really tired and the girls are waiting for me in the other bus, so I’ll just see you tomorrow for the show, okay?”

“I’d like to get back to bed myself, I’m pretty cold now.” He chuckled sweetly. “Goodnight, love.”

You and the girls had gotten the guys ready for the show, and once they were in their group dressing room, you scurried off to make a change to your appearance where they would not see you, namely Brian. You figured the least you could do would be to make the whole situation up to him at this show, and get your embarrassment out of the way. You quickly made a beeline for the costume department, Veronica lending you a helping hand, but stopping short at first when she noticed something about your hair.

“Y/N, you do realize we won the bet, right? Your hair doesn’t have to be in buns, too.”

“I know. I made a promise to Brian, don’t worry about it.”

“You starting to feel for him like how I feel about John?”

“I guess you could say something like that, Ronnie, but now is not the time, and I’m not sure I want my heart broken by a literal rock star. Help me find that damn shirt.”

“Okay! Okay! But you’re really playing into what it says, dearie.”

The shirt in question was one that had been tossed at Brian during a show toward the end of the Queen II tour. It was large, even too large for Brian to wear to some extent, and it was solid black. On the front was a rather handsome picture of Brian’s face, and on the back, it read ‘BRIAN MAY’S #1 FAN” with the Queen crest on the bottom. Sometimes as a joke, or on his birthday, one of the boys would prance around with the shirt on when on stage or something to that effect. You decided that you would wear it, with nothing but a small pair of shorts that would not be visible underneath since it came halfway down your thighs, along with your new hairdo during the show and hope to catch his eye. And catch his eye you did. Freddie had decided to start chattering with the audience, something he had gotten into the habit of doing at larger shows now because hearing one random concert-goer shout out a response was never a dull moment for the boys. As Freddie was talking about this and that, the other three boys caught their breaths, readjusted equipment and stuff like that. At one point, Brian had looked up from his guitar off to the side of the stage you were standing on, and locked eyes with you beaming back at him. You raised your arms up in the air to give him a better look at the shirt, then spun around so he could read the back, and turned back to face him. Then you let your arms flop to the side and tilted your head a little aggressively to the side. Your hand then came back up to point at the buns, and your smile turned into a full-blown laugh. Just as you did this, Freddie was telling the audience about the bet and why their hair looked this way, and he asked all the boys a question, Brian completely not hearing him because he was so wrapped up in you. Freddie managed to sneak a peek at just what Brian was looking at, so he decided to make a cheeky comment to all the people in the audience just to embarrass him.

“Brian isn’t listening to me, the boor. He’s too busy staring at the girl who on multiple occasions has called ‘the prettiest damn thing his eyes have ever seen.’”

The audience roared with screams and laughter, while Brian went as red as a tomato, earning more laughing from you. He smiled at you through the embarrassment, because you clearly were not rejecting what Freddie had told the audience. It gave him confidence. After the show, Brian came and found you seated on top of a stack of his guitar cases, yanking out his buns while walking over.

“Freddie made a whole ordeal about pointing you out tonight, why didn’t you come up on stage and embarrass yourself like we did?”

“I said I’d make the bet up to you, not all of your fans. This look is just for you, Bri.”

Brian shyly smiled at you, forcing his face to the ground. His insecurity taking over again. He hated how vulnerable to it he was.

“Was Fred lying on stage?”

“Hm? Lying?”

“About what you called me.”

You saw his Adam’s apple bob. Clearly, that was not the sentence he thought you were going to ask him. But somehow, his confidence came back, and he asked you a question in response.

“I’ll tell you the truth about that if you tell me if your shirt is telling the truth.”

“Deal. The shirt is almost the truth. Well, it is. I am your biggest fan. But I almost wished it said something else.”

“And what is that, love?”

“Brian May’s #1 groupie.”

He almost choked on air. Not what he expected you to say, and not as forward as he expected you to talk, either. You wanted to be his groupie.

“When-when you say… groupie…”

“I think you know what I mean, Bri. Except I wouldn’t want you to forget about me the next day. I would like all the benefits of being a groupie, but with mutual respect involved.”

“So… my girlfriend.”

“If you want to put a label on it, I mean…”

“I think I can arrange that, most ravenous girl I have ever seen.”

“What?”

“Freddie was almost correct on stage. I never said pretty. I always said ravenous.”

“O-oh…”

“And I still mean it, love.”

Brian then closed the space between you with a passionate kiss that was just so Brian. It was not driven by lust, despite the conversation that had just happened. It was soft, gentle, but somehow completely satisfying. Just so Brian. At one point, you felt his hand slide up your side, half expecting him to stop at your chest. He was a man, after all. Except that he did not. His hand kept going up your body till it was on your neck, then your cheek, and made its way all the way to the top of your head. Then you felt it. You felt his large hand take hold of one of the buns on your head and lightly pull it to the side, forcing you to move your head to side so he could deepen the kiss further, showing you his appreciation for how you looked in those buns. His kiss was relentless, so he completely swallowed the moan that left you, signaling that he had made you desperate. He pulled away just enough so he could speak through ragged breaths.

“I think…I could get used to seeing… you in these buns more often, sweetheart. Think you could arrange that?”

“I’ll wear them every damn day if it leads to this, Bri.”

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the-monkeies-girl · 6 years ago

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Blind Date. [Roger Taylor Oneshot.]

God finally, got it done here it is. Roger’s first date oneshot! WHOOP WHOOP. Reblogs and likes are much appreciated, thank you for reading guys! Can’t Help Falling In Love. [John Deacon.] Delving. [Brian May.]

Title: Blind Date. ( Pun totally intended.) Pairing: BoRhap! Roger Taylor x Reader. Words: ~3k. Rating: T. ( Just you know, Roger being a big flirt as usual. Are we surprised? Tiny bit of language, implied sexy times. ) Summary: Freddie was tired of hearing you complain about being lonely. Freddie was tired about hearing how lonely Roger was. He hatched a plan.

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Freddie was sitting in front of you, sipping a cup of tea on the couch. There was a comfortable silence around the two of you as you rubbed one of his cats on the head, the small purring against your fingertips causing you to smile widely. They were so content with you. “Maybe I should just get a cat instead of a boyfriend. Guys are too hard, too complex.” You were so lucky to have Freddie as a friend and as an outlet to your ramblings. You had previously been on a kick about how you lacked any sort of intimacy, how you wanted someone in your life like that, yet, Freddie noticed that you were too afraid to even try. He understood that, well… Raising his eyebrows behind his cup of tea, Freddie took one more sip. He understood it to a point. He himself craved another person's body next to him from time to time. The only difference between you and him is that he was willing to go out and find someone to love and shower with affection while you tended to linger behind, only a step over the starting line. “You talk so much about wanting companionship...” He mentioned finally, setting his tea cup back on its little plate before the entire set was rested on his nice, pristine coffee table. “Have you ever considered being set up on a date?”

“If you’ve got someone in mind, I’d be more than willing to try.”

“Are you just saying that so I drop the conversation?” He leaned forward in his seat, smiling to himself as your face dropped. You were caught. Freddie clicked his tongue lightly. “That’s what I thought, darling. Listen, I know a guy---”

“Freddie, I don’t want to be set up. I want to meet someone on my own and fall in love slowly and---”

“That’s bullshit and you know it.” He held up a finger at you to get you to stop romanticizing. “This is real life, darling, we need to face facts and get to brass tacks. You are very, very lonely. You’ve resorted to cats. I don’t want to see my best friend become some crazy cat lady who licks their cats clean for fun on a Friday night,” Freddie shook his head in disappointment, “I’ve got a friend who is quite on the same boat as you. Lonely, dare I say somewhat desperate for someone to love,” He chuckled to himself, referring to one of his favorite songs that he had ever written, “Please, give me one of your cute little nods so I can set the two of you up. You’ll love him, I give you my word.”

Your eyes just narrowed at him as you watched Freddie sit up, staying in a somewhat seated position before scuttling his way towards you. Smiling at him for his movement was too good to not laugh at, he plopped himself next to you, grabbing your chin and the top of your head, forcing you to nod. He spoke in a falsetto voice, “Oh yes, Freddie, please set me up! I’m ready to get back out on the dating scene even though I’ve never really been on it!”

You swatted his hands away with a cute chuckle, drawing your bottom lip in and thinking it through. There wasn’t much you were going to lose. If it were one of Freddie’s friends, you were at least going to have a night full of joking and good company, seeing as that’s who he liked to surround himself with. “Fine, but if this one doesn’t work out, you’re never allowed to set me up on a date again.”

“Deal.” He said, bopping his pointer finger against your nose. “I’ll give him a call tonight.”

And that’s how you found yourself standing in front of a pub, a few raindrops hitting the top of your head which prompted you to move under the building covering. It felt like your hands were sweating profusely as you looked to the left and then to the right of you for what felt like the billionth time in the passed two minutes. You weren’t nervous or anything, you thought to yourself, a rather uneasy and awkward snort sound coming from your mouth. In fact, nervous wasn’t even on the spectrum of what you were feeling! Nervous would be putting it very, very lightly, in fact, so light that it felt like you were being floated around carelessly by the knowledge that you were waiting for someone you were going to be going on a date with, if they actually showed up. A blind date, you figured was the technical phrase for what you were about to embark on, and you were more than ready to book it down the street and forget that you even agreed to be here at 7. But Freddie--- He would never let you live it down if you just up and left. Freddie told you that you’d know the person he set you up with right away when they got there which told you they’d most likely be flashy, much like Freddie himself. Freddie tried to make it casual, which you somewhat appreciated but at the same time, you wanted to wring his neck the day that he even suggested that he set you up with someone that he knew. You tilted your head back, shutting your eyes and remembered it vividly, almost cursing silently in your mind that you somehow got persuaded into this.

Footsteps came from the left of you, wet and slamming gently against the ground as they rested under the same covering as you. You didn’t bother opening your eyes to see who it was as you tried to calm yourself down a bit. Taking a deep breath in, you finally urged yourself to roll your eyes open so you could see who had joined you away from the pouring rain. Your eyes widened before you squinted. He was wearing a pinstripe suit jacket, very close and hit the curves of his upper body perfectly, almost giving the illusion that his waist was small and accentuated with a pair of rather tight black pants. Swallowing softly, you admired the way that he was wearing the jacket and not the other way around and it finally dawned upon you that it was black and pink in nature when a car drove by and gave you a proper flash at the color, a black undershirt that was unbuttoned near the top being suitable underneath.

A roll of blond hair came into focus as the streetlamps finally kicked on, blinding you for a split second. Who ever it was, presumably waiting for the rain to let up, looked almost angelic in nature with the way that the light was hitting them. Then, he turned his face towards you seemingly in slow motion. You--- You knew…. With an open mouth, you stepped closer nonchalantly as possibly, stumbling a bit as you bumped into one of the chairs that was by a small table and muttered, “Roger?” You held up your free hand that wasn’t clutching deathly tight to your hand bag to point at him. You knew his face, only having a few brief conversations with him at a few of Freddie’s parties in the past few months. You shamelessly flirted with him given the drunken chance despite a few other people at the party warning you that he was a rather big womanizer. “It’s Roger, right?”

He had perked up at the sound of his name, a smile rolling onto his pretty, pink lips as he finally got close enough to realize who was addressing him, “Oh, god. (Name).” Roger gasped under his breath and held a hand out for you to take. You did just that, lightly letting your grip sink into his large hand for a moment. Roger leaned inwards, giving you the idea that he was going to hug you but you knew better. He did this sort of half side-hug thing with most of his friends, it was a habit at this point. You felt a spark which lingered desperately in your fingertips as he pulled away, “Fancy seeing another one of Fred’s party attendees in a place like this.” His voice was always so, so smooth. You had thought it was just your drunk self thinking that at the parties, but now that you were sober and listening to it, you wanted to dive right in and have him whisper things to you for the rest of your life. “What brings you here on a rainy Friday night? Why aren’t you inside, enjoying yourself?” “Oh, uhm,” You grinned at him bashfully and leaned towards him to whisper almost like it was a dirty secret between the two of you, “I’ve got a date. Figured waiting out here was better so I can spot them right away.” “Ah,” Roger wiggled his eyebrows comically at you and took his sunglasses off despite the sun having already set. It felt like you were diving into an ocean with how blue his eyes were despite the poor lighting outside and his thick eyelashes framed his blue eyes immensely, droplets of water sinking down his forehead from the rain he had just escaped, “who’s the lucky guy?”

“You’re not going to believe this,” You laughed slightly and looked around once again, expecting someone else to show up and sweep you off your feet, “Freddie set me up. I’ve no idea who I’m going out with tonight.”

Cynical. That was the way to describe the smile that took Roger’s face as some tiny bit of realization hit his mind at a painfully slow pace. Odd, the blond thought to himself and leaned towards you to make sure that he had heard your words right. He was there for the same reason. Freddie having set him up on a date with one of his friends. On his part, it didn’t take much persuasion to get Roger to come as the prospect of sex by the end of the night was very high on his priority list. But now-- his face was serious as he realized what Freddie had done. The severity of what Freddie had done. The fact that Freddie was very aware that Roger was undoubtedly attracted to you and was willing to chase after you the next time he saw you at a party. The nerve, Roger thought to himself and lifted a hand and rubbed it against his cheek. Roger was going to have a stern talking with Freddie later as he pleaded lightly to you, “I’m sorry, can you say that again? I didn’t quite hear it over the sound of the rain.” You smiled at him awkwardly, shuffling on your heels as you said a bit louder and clearer, “Freddie set me up on a date. I don’t know who I’m waiting for.”

“He’s set you up on a blind date, yeah?” “Yeah.” You nodded, swallowing hard as you avoided looking at him. There was always something there between you and Roger, whether or not it was subtle or known to the two of you was up in the air. The stolen glances across crowds when you went to Freddie’s parties, the way that you’d somehow gravitate towards him when you were drunk, the way that he leaned in to talk to you, bringing the focus to his pretty mouth by licking his lips, the sound of his voice, like velvet, wrapping around you and coaxing you to flirt in ways you never imagined you’d be good at. And by the end of the night and your last drink, you’d always have an excuse. You were drunk and Roger was good looking in charming schoolboy sort of way. You couldn’t help yourself. But now-- You weren’t drunk, you weren’t at some party and it was time to face reality as you asked him, “What are you doing here? Waiting for the rain to let up? Kind of crazy, it was so clear earlier.” “I’ve got a date.” You froze on spot, letting that sink in before you tilted your head almost robotically. No, there was no way that Freddie would----... “Freddie set me up. Figured I’d take my chances.” Roger shrugged his shoulder and very casually let his arm wrap around your waist. You were frozen once again, but didn’t digress against the sensual way that his hand flattened against the small of your back, right above your ass. “It was worth it, I think.”

Oh, shit.

“I swear on my own life...” Roger said and crossed his heart with his pointer finger. There was a small buzzed haze around the two of you as you were now sharing your last beer with him before forcing yourself to get up and go home. It was nearly midnight, or at least that’s what you thought for you looked at the clock only two minutes ago. Or what seemed like two minutes ago. You had lost all concept of time. You would stay with Roger for the entire night if he asked though. You would stay and chat, you would stay and drink more, you would stay and let Roger graze his fingers along your cheekbone, you would stay and let him get too close before ‘stumbling’ into a kiss. He was seated so closely to you that you could feel the heat he was giving off against your skin and it caused a nice feeling to rest in your chest as you blushed lightly. “I can balance a spoon on my nose perfectly. Who knows,” He grabbed a spoon off the bar, tapping it against the wood rhythmically, “where I got this God given talent or how I figured it out, but here.” Lifting his hand up, he tilted his head back and rested the neck of the spoon on his nose. It tilted sideways to the left and then to the right before finally balancing. “It’s like balancing a book on your head, right?” He spoke in a mumbled tone of voice, his mouth stretched almost comically to maintain the balance.

You threw your head back in laughter, grabbing his thigh for support so you didn’t go falling backwards. Roger tilted his head back, the spoon cluttering to the floor rather delicately as his baby blue eyes looked down at your hand on his thigh. Heat rushed through his entire body, fingers twitching with anticipation as he scooted towards you a bit so he was almost sitting on the edge of his bar stool. Your laugh was pretty, he thought to himself, his mouth agape as your laughter dulled into soft giggles, your praises being more than enough for Roger. “You’re quite talented, I must say. Drums and spoon balancing? I’ve got no ch--” Your eyes widened considerably as he cupped the side of your face, his hand caressing you very tenderly. “No chance…” Uttering that under your breath with your hand still on his thigh. Roger made it well known that you were still holding onto him as well as he clenched his thighs slightly, smiling widely as he leaned towards you.

“Do you uh---” You were panicking, looking to the side for moment and spotting the half drunk beer. “Want the rest of the beer?” Chuckling, Roger just shook his head no, his wonderfully colored blond hair following with that as you looked at his lips when his tongue peeped out to wet them. That action in itself was classic Roger and you didn’t want to have it any other way as your free hand came up to rest against his chest, feeling the bare skin against your fingertips. God, you muttered to yourself in your mind, how easy it would be to slither your hand down and unbutton his shirt and relish in the skin you dreamed about seeing. Whether your hand on his chest was for support or out of some attempt to keep him at a distance, you weren’t sure but he also wasn’t pulling away. Roger was still so close, you could feel his breath fanning over your cheeks and causing more heat to rise against your skin. His damned eyelashes, you thought to yourself and brought the hand from his chest upwards to drag your thumb tenderly under his right eye, feeling the tips of his eyelashes brushing against your fingers. Roger’s mouth opened in a breathless sign before he finally took that extra step, pushing himself off his seat, clutching both sides of your face in his hands and bringing his lips down onto yours.

It was quick, your eyes squeezing shut as his lips found yours after what felt like years of searching. Drawing a breath in through your nose, you cupped the side of his head, tangling your fingers into his silky hair, letting the strands sink in between your digits. “T-that’s a no for the rest of the beer?” “That’s a no, love.” Roger laughed against your lips, peppering the smallest kiss to your mouth before giving a kiss to each side of your lips. “I can tell you, I’d rather,” Another kiss, this one to your chin, “Go back to my flat,” A kiss to your neck was sent your way and you felt his touch flutter towards your shoulder where he rested so he could murmur into your ear, “And kiss you in places that aren’t appropriate for a bar. I’m sure we’d get arrested if I tried to kiss you like that.” He grabbed your shirt, urging you towards him. You were waiting for a pickup line and you were genuinely surprised that it took him this long to finally utter one to you. There was a ditzy smile on Roger’s face as he tugged your shirt ever so slightly, “I just want to kiss your chest, your thighs, your legs…” It was Roger’s turn to put a hand on your thigh, but, it was closer to where you wanted thick fingers most. “And…” He squeezed your thigh, “Somewhere else, if you’ll give me permission…”

You didn’t have it in you to reply verbally to him, merely nodding as Roger’s face was overcome by a cocky smirk that you had to admit was very attractive. The way that his eye lit up, the way that his lips curled around his teeth, showing off his sharp canines--- you wondered vaguely how those would feel biting into your neck and leaving a lovely spread of love bites. He took your hand in his, resting money on the bar for the drinks and tugged you impatiently towards the door. Swooning, you followed him with a bounce in your step. You needed to remember to thank Freddie later.

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commonwealthoccurences · 4 years ago

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Companions React: Sole Is Courier

Spoilers for Fallout New Vegas

CW: Relevant injury warnings for the beginning of FNV.

Request: [SOLE REVEALING THEMSELVES AS THE COURIER] Ok, I NEEEED to know, how would the companions react to Sole revealing themselves As Courier Six, And the companions not believing them until they show the whole NCR getup??? Like obviously messing with some timelines to make FNV and F4 equal, and there story about the vault and Shaun still being the same.

Cait:

Somewhat dismissive at first- she’s not really the type to care about origin stories

Until she hears about how Sole was shot in the head and survived

Literally just wants to know how the fuck they keep cheating death so casually

Just in it for the stories and hearing about how things are going on the West Coast

Curie:

Immediately intrigued by Sole’s medical history

Does appreciate hearing stories about their past over a cup of tea

Immediately runs some tests to check on the status of the injury

Danse:

One of the few times Danse lets himself visibly light up and show enthusiasm openly about a topic

He asks all kinds of questions and Sole will be sat there for quite a while, hours even, if Danse has nothing else to do

After Danse and Sole get closer, as best friends or more, he may ask them to tell stories from their past as he falls asleep so he knows he’s not alone

Deacon:

Will literally bullshit so much about how he’s totally from the East Coast, too

He actually gets pretty far before Sole calls him out

Will listen if they start telling stories, but other than that, he doesn’t pry; it’s not really his thing, considering he doesn’t share his own past

Does sometimes ask questions about the way their experiences in that area may affect their skills

If it comes in handy when they’re trying to come up with disguises? *chefs kiss*

Gage:

Honestly doesn’t really care

As long as they continue to do a good job as Overboss, he doesn’t ask questions about their past, and if they don’t volunteer information, it doesn’t bother him

Haylen:

Definitely curious but resists the urge to pry

When Sole offers information and tells stories, she’s paying attention, intent on hearing more about that branch of the Brotherhood and the way things are different regionally

Astounded when they talk about the fact that they survived a shot to the head and experimental cryogenic freezing

Comments that the stars must be on their side

Hancock:

The fact that Sole was shot in the head and survived has his brain buffering for several minutes

Just sits there staring at them in confusion for quite a while

The first words out of his mouth are, “What the fuck, Sunshine?”

Compares them to a cat, considering they must have nine lives

MacCready:

Appreciates their stories when they’re in a lull of time, waiting for a job or something

Honestly? Sole’s backstory gives him a new worst fear: they survived a shot in the head and beat the odds. What if the same thing happens with those bullets strapped to his hat? His foolproof plan that he considers a safety net is shot full of holes, pun intended

That fact keeps him up sometimes

Nick:

He and Sole bond by trading stories about their unusual origins; they make quite the pair

Chuckles, somewhat wryly, about their accidental death-defying habits

Piper:

Don’t mind her, she’s just going to take notes every time Sole tells a story

Half of her papers from then on are about who Sole is and what they’ve been through

Honestly thinks they’re a modern day hero

Preston:

If anyone stands out in the candidates for General, it’s certainly them

He tries not to pry but sometimes he can’t stop himself from asking questions

He’s heard stories, of course, but the fact that he’s meeting them?

Wow

X6-88 (Post-Institute):

When he escapes the Institute, it feels as if everyone knows about his past and he’s no longer entitled to privacy

It’s uncomfortable, to say the least

When Sole tells stories about their past he feels better, like they’re more on equal ground after that

It helps ease his feelings of frustration

Can’t help rattling off statistics after hearing about their gunshot wound

#Fallout 4 #Fo4 #Companions React #Headcanons #HCs #Fanfiction #FF #Cait #Curie #Paladin Danse #Deacon #Gage #Mayor Hancock #Nick Valentine #Preston Garvey #Piper #X6-88

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brianmayihaveyou-blog · 6 years ago

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our first time (queen headcannon)

Abstract: The first time when each member and their significant other are intimate.

Disclaimer+A/N: School is stressful! Had three assignments due tonight gAh. Here is something fun and loving, hope you enjoy! Lowercase is for the aesthetic! Credit to original owners of gifs!

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Brian May

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• planning

I don’t know, I feel Brian would be the type to want to wait until the right moment to experience something like that with you. Not that he was a virgin, none of them are lmao, but he wanted his first time WITH YOU to be something he never forgets. He won’t pick a specific date on the calendar or anything, but he won’t just do it out of the spur of the moment. You find it flattering and cute.

• romantic lil shit

Brian would go full out, I mean the roses, the chocolate, the dinner, and overall the whole night. Like I said, he would want it to be special. So he would make some vegetarian dish and bring out the finest wine he had. The other members of the band would not interfere because they would know that it was something that meant the world to him and to you. When you would arrive home, he would be dressed in a button up and attempted to comb through his hair.

• making sure you’re comfortable

If there was something you weren’t down with, he would stop immediately. Or he would make sure what he would do would be okay, like touching. Once he got the entire okay, he would go full in, pleasuring you in ways you never knew he could. Before the actual sex itself, he would ask to make sure it’s what you wanted and you would melt because what a g e n t l e m a n. Brian would never want you to be uncomfortable.

• hair pulling

Girl, if you don’t pull that hair... Brian fucking loves it when you pull on his hair after feeling him touch you. He’s had women do it in the past but when you do it, it makes him moan out so loudly that you’re surprised. This will soon be a kink in your sex life to come. (haha no pun intended??)

• aftercare

Brian will hold onto you and just lay in silence, because he’s not only trying to catch his breath but to wonder if that really just happened. He questions how he got a woman like you to be with him and how you were able to experience something so amazing. You would lean up, continue playing with his hair, and trail kisses all throughout his chest. You would then scrunch up your nose and tease him. “Wow, who knew an astrophysicist rockstar could do that.” And Brian would erupt into loving laughter.

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John Deacon

(uGH my favorite outfit in the entire movie)

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• tenderness

John feels that everybody’s body is a temple, and he wants to treat yours as best as possible. He caresses every inch, every curve and imperfection and treats it like it’s treasure. He pays attention to every need and ache you have. John is very attentive in sex, knowing that the body is to be worshiped. But he does it ever so gently, feeling that if he went any harder he would break you. But this is also your first time together so after this he might try going rough but for now he’s taking his sweet time.

• laughter

John knows that sex is never perfect, nor is ever portrayed right in the movies. It’s messy, it’s sometimes cringey, and it can be difficult. Whenever you two bud heads together or get a cramp, you both laugh full heartedly. This eases the tension and makes the atmosphere ten times more comfortable. You know John so well and you know that this is normal. It just feels.. right.

• saying his name

The one thing that drives John over the edge is when you moan his name over and over again. It’s something he didn’t realize he needed to hear but now he is obsessed with it. It encourages him to please you in the best way possible and let’s you see a side of him you’ve never seen before. Like the sex monster inside of him has been released.

• taking everything in

Even though both of you aren’t virgins, this is the first time y’all will have intimate with each other. So when it’s finally happening, he’s taking in the way you throw your head back from a simple touch or the sensitive spots he never knew were sensitive. It’s a whole new thing being like this with the person you love so he doesn’t want to spoil it. He wants to take in everything he can and hold onto it for eternity.

• aftercare

John is... wow. He is a little smug at first, but has his arm wrapped around your slim body while it’s pulled up on his, sweat colliding together. “I didn’t know you could scream louder than Roger.” And that will cause you to laugh. He will make other silly comments but just mostly smile at the ceiling because he is speechless.

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Freddie “fucking” Mercury

Haha get it?? no?? ok.

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• passionate

Freddie puts his heart into everything. The first time y’all are able to make love is something he takes very seriously. When it actually happens, Freddie kisses you like your life depends on it. He conveys his message of love so beautifully that it leaves you breathless afterwards. Freddie is able to show he loves you by pleasing every part of your body. He finds sex to be a beautiful thing, so intimate and so powerful. Especially with the one you love most.

• h i c k i e s

This boy... he would use those teeth FOR SURE. Your body will be caked in love bites from your neck to your chest, and down your stomach and to your legs. The next time you see the boys, they all blush because the marks are obvious on your body. It’s almost hilarious. Freddie kinda just grins whenever he sees them.

• sweet whisperings

When he’s thrusting into you, feeling you like that for the first time, he whispers his amount of love for you, how he wouldn’t want to do this with anyone else, and that you were the one for him. You feel tears brim your eyes because it’s so powerful, the pleasure and the love, just everything. It sends both of you over and causes waves of pleasure.

• round 2? 3? 4?

You guys don’t just stop after the first time, you keep going like rabbits. You didn’t think you had it in you, but you can’t help yourself when Freddie is like this. At least it’s a workout, right? Afterwards, you are so damn sore you can’t even sit down to go to the toilet.

• aftercare

In the end, it’s all about you, baby. Freddie loves to shower you in kisses, thanking for trusting him enough to do this with him. He’s so happy because he knows this is a bigger step in your relationship. Freddie will bring up things that surprised him which causes you to blush and swat his arm, telling him that if he brings it up one more time you won’t do it again. He only chuckles in response and nods, knowing you both are just teasing each other.

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Roger Taylor

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• skills

Roger is obviously a slut so he’s picked up some tricks from screwing around that he always wanted o try on you. When the time comes around for you and Roger to finally have that moment together, he unloads waves of pleasure and causes you to be able to walk the next day. He apologizes profusely but also feels rather smug.

• loves seeing your facial expressions

A major turn on for Roger is when his partner is moaning and reacting to the things he’s doing. So when he looks down at you and sees your face all contorted in pleasure, he grins until he gets off. He loves seeing you close your eyes and throw your he’s back.

• wants to try every position

Much like Freddie, this won’t be just a round one kinda thing. Roger finally is able to be like this with you so he wants to try everything because he can’t get enough. And neither can you. It’s fun to experiment. Once you find the one that you absolutely love, you’re in that position all night. You like to know what your body wants and so does Roger.

• shocked

Roger is shocked when you first go down on him, it isn’t something he would expect at all from you. And when you’re doing it well, sucking him off like never before, his eyes go wide because he never thought you’d be into something like that. He knew he found the one because he could tell that there would be more of this.

• aftercare

I can just see Roger pulling out a cigarette and blowing a few puffs with a smug smile on his face. You’re obviously out of breath, just trying to regain everything. He’ll be silent for a bit, just holding you with most of the blanket hanging off his bare body because it’s so bloody hot in the room. “We should definitely do more of that.” he’ll whisper and you’ll roll your eyes but nod nonetheless. “C’mere,” he’ll say in his tired voice while pulling you closer. And he’ll thank you for such an amazing night.

#Queen #BoRhap #bohemian rhapsody #bohemian rhapsody headcannon #gwilym lee #Brian May #joe mazzello #john deacon #Deaky #rami malek #freddie mercury #ben hardy #roger taylor #love #smutish #headcannon #fanfiction #bohemian rhapsody movie #2019

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toads-treasures · 6 years ago

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Those OC asks you reblogged awhile back 👀: 3, 5, 42, 43, 70, and 79 for Nora?

3) How tall is your OC?

5′9″! She is a tall bean. Especially compared to Wasteland standards. I headcannon that she is taller than pretty much all the companions except Danse, Nick and X6-88 (and Strong obviously). She and Preston are about the same height. She has a good two inches on Deacon though, and she will never let him forget it.

5) What does your OC normally wear? What would they wear on a special night?

Nora has always had a pretty subdued sense of style. Pre-War she would definitely rock a suit and even on her off days she dressed fairly formally. Lots of button downs. She liked looking crisp and professional. On a special night she would try and loosen up a bit. A simple dress, letting her hair down, ect.

Post war I feel like she would probably just give up, lol. She prefers the brotherhood fatigues to the orange jumpsuit monstrosities because she doesn’t like things being too tight. She’ll always go function over form when it comes to the Commonwealth, but she probably wouldn’t mind an excuse to dress up every once and a while.

42) What makes your OC happy?

Having a sense of accomplishment. Nora likes being able to look at something and think: “I helped make that, I did something,”. More than anything Nora loves growth. She loves to see the people she loves grow. She loves to see plants regrowing, communities starting to flourish again. Being able to look back and see how much she has grown. That makes her very very happy. Also again I’m just going to bring up Danse’s laugh again because I can and that would definitely make Nora happy.

43) What kind of sense of humor does your OC have?

A very dry one. Nora loves clever jokes, and will honestly admire a good pun every now and again, especially if it’s a very on the spot one. She thinks Danse is really funny but she’s never quite sure if he means to be or not. His whole Mirelurks commentary ect.

70) What is your OC’s favorite book?

To Kill a Mockingbird. It’s what made her want to be a lawyer in the first place. Shaun’s middle name is actually Atticus. Shaun Atticus Andrews.

79) What is our Oc’s favorite kind of ice cream?

Mint chocolate chip! Nate would always tease her about it, say it was like eating toothpaste with chocolate chips in it. She just insisted he didn’t have as refined of taste as she did.

#Nora Mai #fallout 4 #fallout #fo4 #paladin danse #sole survivor #fallout oc

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lillywaters · 6 years ago

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Days Gone- Zombie world all around us

Yes, there could be some spoilers so be alert and aware! Also note a good chunk of this is about my life and what is going on and why I haven’t been posting much to my Youtube channel or twitch.

******If you just want game overview and feelings on it go down to the section near the bottom that says only about the game***

I know I haven’t posted a lot here when I have finished some games, and even more so my streaming and uploads to at youtube have been few throughout the week. I tend to be a girl who loves her zombie story type games as long as they have good mechanics characters you can fall in love with and gathering with some crafting. Days gone came into my life when I needed it the most, it was a game that allowed me to look at life and deal with feelings I have been dealing with when it comes to family. Note: I will not be able to fit in every detail with what has been happening… too much shit has happened.

Overall the world is beautiful, the story kept me going, heck even side quests I was willing to do. I wanted to try to do as much as I could in this game whenever I had time…five minutes free fuck it going into the game. The main character Deacon may have been rough and tough when you first meet him but you soon come to find out that his journey is about love, and never giving up. Yes, at times he had to deal with grief and letting go but there was some kind of hope.

Some people have private messaged me asking why did you not upload more game play after your first three hours? Some of you who may not be part of our discord may have not known but I had a family crisis happen, heck it is still happening today. Really it started many years ago well over 10 years by now when my brother married a woman. You have to understand my brother and I used to be very close he was my best friend but something just felt odd about this coupling and my family’s world was tore apart like the zombie attacks we often see in days gone.

The only good thing that came out of it was my niece, who I quickly got into anime and video games, after all what cool aunt would not do that right? I would see my brother on and off throughout the years not as much as I used to but when we did get together it was a buddy relationship that you see between Deacon and Boozer. Then one year the worst thing seemed to happen, the family found out that my brother’s wife was drinking or doing god knows what. We found this out after the fact when she tried to take the stirring wheel from my brother he was driving and kill them both (Luckily my niece had stayed at my sisters that night). She was place into suicide watch for 24 hours, and the family was told she would seek help.

It was at this point my brother who felt like he was out of control of his wife, re-entered religion (do not get me wrong when done correctly it can be a great support…in the case of my brother it was an extremists branch). Once this happened he had pulled away from the family even cutting family members out. More shit happened over the years more than I could explain here and he became somewhat an estranged sibling but, deep down I had hope that one day he would wake up. If he was a character from the game he would most likely be the crazy ass Colonel Garrett.

We now fast forward to 2019….my phone rings right before a community play it was my sister. She asks me if I am sitting down (Keep in mind I tend to be the one who doesn’t let her emotions get away from her so at this point I am just rolling my eyes). My sister tries to keep it together as she tells me my niece was just air lifted to the hospital. What she knows so far is that she had tried to kill herself by taking meds but they were unsure what and she was in a coma. I had warn my family over the years to always pay attention to her and that something was going to happen but being the youngest every one brushed me off and now it happens. I go the next day when she is finally awake and spend some time with her, it is at this point that I find out that she couldn’t take it anymore from her parents. She had to be perfect, religion was forced down her throat she didn’t agree with, and this was her second time that she had tried to do this (no one knew about the first time).

Because of this she was sent to a state hospital required by the state due to how many times she had tired to kill herself. Luckily out of all this it was one near where I lived so I was able to go sit with her and talk to her. It was the first time she was able to speak her mind and be herself. I soon find out that she is part of the LGBQT community, something her parents did not know and for good reasons. They were very anti-LGBQT but soon after they found out after hacking into her phone. We had a month together to communicate openly and we both worried about when she was going home. She is now home now but, things have only gotten worst. She is a prisoner in her own home, her father my brother cutting off anyone from the outside world even her own aunts. And what broke my heart was when she got in touch with me again. She was depressed hitting a low because even though she finally was able to say out loud yes I am part of the LGBQT community she was scared of being with the person she loved. I asked her why and she said because she was always told it was wrong….and because of that she was wrong there was something wrong with her. A parent should never ever make a child feel that their very being and feelings are wrong.

Then a couple days later, I had called my brother he did not pick up his cell. Left a message asked him to call back. Waited until he would get home called his cell was sent right to voice message three times, called him home was sent to the answering machine. Asked my sister the best way to get him to respond which was text….so I wrote out a text telling him there was a rated PG anime movie coming to theater for one night about a concert band (She is 17 so old enough to see it). I told him where it was two adults will be with her, I will pay for her ticket drive her both ways and it is a month away. It was clear he did not read the whole thing a quick cold response of “We are not ready to let her do ANYTHING” followed by a “ I AM BUSY EATING AND WATCHING A MOVIE”. It was clear I was in his way and he did not want to talk to me. It was clear that he was cutting family off and locking his daughter away from the outside. Then my phone buzzed again it was my niece she had gotten ahold of her cellphone that she is allowed to use now a days for only a hour a day.. “Was that you calling??” Yeah, was trying to set up the movie for you… “I thought so… he kept hanging up on you… I asked him who it was and he wouldn’t tell me.”

It was right there that I realized, my brother who I was hoping made it out of that car that one night really did not make it out. Whatever, got out of that car was just an empty shell a zombie who is just taking from anyone who he can and when it doesn’t get its way it brings down its own horde of zombies to kill off anything living. That night I went back to playing my game, I realized that I had put hours into it without recording it. I often will do this when I am dealing with stress or some form of trauma. It allows me to go to a world where the player has some kind of power, has some different story and is able to grow and become stronger.

This was the same case with Days gone. We have a man who believed he would find the love of his life his wife. No matter how many times people told him he kept fighting through the zombie hordes no matter how shitty it got. Then I finally got near the ending and the first shock of it when it came to Boozer had me tearing up. After I had calmed down I realized the reason why I got somewhat emotional during it wasn’t just because they had built a great bro for the main character it was allowing me to go through the grief process of losing my own brother. Who he was- is gone and I have come to accept that and understand that. And while I hope that at the very end we would see he would come back like Boozer the fact is he won’t he is just another empty shell like the thousands of zombies I killed throughout the game. I am grateful for games with great stories and worlds…they allow me a place to adjust and take things in, they allow me a place to go one adventure and sometimes they allow a place for the player to accept things that have happened.

I hope you guys will stick around the channels I am starting to come back out of my shell of playing games alone again and I hope to ride with you all with the next story i dive into (haha see what I did there ride haha saa... ok bad pun)

Only About the Game:

Over all I really did enjoy the game, it was a place I wanted to spend the few free hours I have between work and graduate college classes. The story while some says just keeps the status que, I feel is not the case. If something like a zombie outbreak happens we would all have our own story. Some may mirror each other but each one has some differences. The main character may start off seeming only 1D in his personality BUT if you are paying attention to the little details, the little emotional ques from his face you would see there is a lot of heart, and you would see a character who struggles to deal with some of the choices he has to pick. A prime example of this would be when he joined the military camp and one new member is a druggie. In the camp it is very extremely religious under their leader who is very one sided. There would be no help for a druggie and the person would be cast as one of the undesirables. Deacon over times builds a weird friendship with this person, and even states that he would be a good person to guard the doctor of the camp. Shit hits the fan, the doctor gets killed and the druggie well takes the drugs. It is at this point Deacon is told to go find the druggie and bring him back alive to be hung. We get to the druggie before the other officers do, and in an emotional interactions between the two Deacon decides to do a more humane thing( instead of having him be made as an example before the hanging) and helps the guy OD before anyone is able to drag him back to the camp. You could tell it killed a bit of Deacon’s soul to have to do this but he had enough heart to make sure someone did not have to suffer.

Now for the gameplay, sometimes and this MAY be because I was playing on it with first gen PS4 would have some lag burst while I was on the bike and a horde was chasing me like no tomorrow. These burst would last 2-5 seconds but you had to hope to god you did not hit a tree or car or it was game over when that happened. When it comes to crafting the game gives me the feels of Last of us. You gather some items and you craft, heck even the quick crafting window felt just like The Last of Us. The only issue I had with the menu would be one your health hits the shitter and it says push the D pad…if you do not hold it down it doesn’t heal and often times I found it quicker to open up the main window and heal. The only other issue is sometimes I felt it would jump to a different item so instead of me throwing my damn cocktail it would throw a pipe bomb at the nest which did not kill off the nest but would still trigger the zombies.

I will most likely upload this to my PS4 Pro when that comes (this week) to see if the lagging issue happens on that system. The quest line, the main quest line was fun and getting the extras just added to the story. Take your time see the world try to do everything and you will easily be able to get a lot out of this game. The DLC at this time from what I know is just adding extra modes you can do- it is free but I feel like they could do more. How about a new storyline about rebuilding even if it’s just doing the basic fetch quests in the game (some of us PVErs love building). We will see if they do anything more when it comes to future DLC.

The other thing if you liked Joel from the Last of us you will like the main character in this game…and OMG the puppy make sure to find those toys! The other thing that seemed to be the only bug I had other than the lag mentioned above, I think for a total of two quests the area would not load. I would have to log out of the game and reboot it up to get the area to load. Once again could have been a game bug or maybe my old girl of a PS4 is having a harder time with late gen games.

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