#fallout 4 oneshot

[everydayyoulovemeless]

Hi! I really like your writing!

Can I request a MacCready x reader where he's patching you up? If possible, can he be denying/ ignoring being in love with you, too?

Wounds ↠ MacCready x Reader

➼ Word Count » 0.7k ➼ Warnings » None ➼ Genre » Romantic, Pinning ➼ A/N » Sorry for the wait, love! I couldn't figure out how I should write him for the longest time, and I still don't feel like I did him much justice, but it's done!

You never imagined that your relationship with the sniper would evolve into anything more than business partners. He made it clear from the start that he didn't have any intention to be your friend. You paid him, he did his job, and that's all the two of you would ever be - until you ran out of currency, that is.

You can remember the exact moment you walked into the Third Rail. A pile of newly attained caps in your pocket that jingled together whenever you jostled your leg too quickly. It was a wonder how you managed to make it that far into town without being mugged, but you supposed the vibrant welcoming from the Mayor himself had more to do with it than you actually appearing as a threat to anyone.

You only wandered into the VIP section out of curiosity. You'd always been a sucker for bar fights, so when you heard an argument brewing up in the back, you couldn't help but be a bit nosy about it.

"You have to tell me when something like this happens." He chided, inspecting the gash on your leg with evident concern. "It's too dangerous out here for you to be ignoring something like this."

"Don't get soft on me." You teased, jerking your leg back at the sting that came when he began pouring water on top of the wound.

You knew you probably shouldn't be joking around at a time like this, but what else could you do? You hated the thought of burdening your companion like this, and after you were so close to arriving at Sanctuary too.

His eyes flickered up to meet your own for a minute before casting them back down at the blood he was washing off your body, "I'm not." He hissed, "I'm making sure my only source of caps stays alive."

You hummed in response, "It's only a scratch. It's not like I'll die. Once we make it back to Sanctuary, I'll have Curie take a look at it, and we'll be back on the road."

"Yeah, well, until then, I'm going to make sure you don't get an infection."

You winced again from the feeling of cold water roughly scrubbing at your wound before gazing apologetically at him.

"I'm fine Mac, really," You said, "It's been healing fine on its own for the past couple of days now"

He takes his hat off of his head and runs a stressed hand through his hair.

He did that same motion in the bar where you'd found him, right after Winlock and Barnes were done confronting him. It made you frown slightly when you saw it.

"Are you.. ok?" You asked slowly, resting a hesitant hand on his shoulder, worried that you might've upset him.

"Are you ok?" He retorted, gesturing vaugely toward your injury.

"I feel fine. Really. I'll be able to make it to the settlement without any support." You assured him - or at least tried to, he didn't seem to be feeling any less concerned, though.

"I just - why didn't you tell me?"

"I knew you'd stress about it." You sighed, "It's nothing, ok? I'll be ok for the time being. Once we're there I'll go straight to the Medic house, alright?"

"Whatever." He muttered, "Come on, I'll carry you on my back until we can get you too a real doctor."

You scoffed playfully, "You're too scrawny to-"

"Get on." He spoke, cutting you off. "I want to get there before it gets dark."

You stared at him for a moment before letting out a sigh and grasping onto his shoulders.

He slotted his arms under your knees carefully, and it was clear by the way he moved over debris that he was trying his hardest not to jostle you too much.

His actions only brought you back to the day you had met. You smiled to yourself as you remembered him counting the caps you'd handed to him before he explained he wouldn't be caring for you in any capacity. He was a bodyguard, not a member of the Minutemen. If you couldn't patch yourself up, then there'd be no reason for him to stay.

You supposed something must've changed between then and now, as he did the one thing he told you he wouldn't.

"What are you breathing in my ear for?" He asked defensively. You could feel his face heating up ever so slightly as you rested your head on his shoulder.

You smiled a little wider, "No reason."

[dangerousduckcloud]

It's all over but the crying

Inspired by this drawing

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It was beautiful, blinding. The insufferable heat burned everything in its wake, blowing away tall trees and even taller buildings like leafs on that fateful autumn morning.

People cried, people suffered, people begged, and people prayed. They prayed for forgiveness, prayed for mercy, but the few who remained knew death was the utmost clemency life bestowed upon them, spared from the horrors that would precede them.

They burned, no traces of them left behind. They choked, the abundance of air taken away in an instant. They turned, minds corroded with memories of a past life long gone.

It was a wasteland, every man and woman for themselves, they couldn’t trust anyone, sometimes not even their own minds. Sweet, kind neighbors covered in the blood of their enemies, beheading those who wronged them, those who stood between what they wanted.

Monsters ruled the world. Unimaginable mutated beasts following behind.

There wasn’t a reason to be scared of skeletons anymore, for they littered the city. Humanity had no qualms about killing each other for food or for pleasure anymore. There were no laws, no order, no right or wrong but a strong sense of survival.

Two hundred years had passed and yet for her it’d been but a minute. A home full of love was hastily rushed to be left behind, one blink later the promise of a safe future was ripped away from her, murdered in cold blood right in front of her eyes. A newborn son stolen without the possibility of doing something about it.

“Nora?” The woman raised her head, leaving behind the unfocused sight of the bloodied pavement and into the figure in front. “You alright?”

“Yes. I’m just… Tired.”

“We’ll find him.”

A clean hand drenched in even more blood than the street helped her up, walking down the dilapidated buildings of Boston she once used to visit frequently, fleeting materializations of a destroyed family in every reflection. With one goal in mind and not a single force able to stop her, she kept on going.

[that-blue-vault-dweller]

One shot idea that I got at like 3am. Nora and Piper have gotten themselves into trouble and once they unravel the mess they are in they are both afraid of going back to Diamond city because they just know that Nick will somehow find out.

A/N: Thank you so, so much for this request!!! I've really enjoyed writing for these two and it's actually been the first time in a good while that I've actually enjoyed writing a fanfic lol 😅

Sorry it took so long to reply! It took me a while to get back inspiration for this fandom, but I'm going to do my best to keep it for at least a little while longer 💙💛

Word Count: 1.6k+

   “My place or your place?” Nora asked, stopping finally in the nonstop sprint they had been on since running into that Super Mutant Behemoth and bringing down all of the ghouls in the nearby area on their heads.

   By some miracle, they had defeated the thing, and Nora honestly still was not sure how.

   The entire thing had been partially both of their faults with Nora reminiscing over the days that she would go on the swan ride and Piper deciding to indulge her with Nora more than happy to go along with it and help her. Piper had led the way, Dogmeat following as she brought them over to the swan when something suddenly emerged out of the water.

   Which led them to somehow killing the thing with no large weapons— at least none that were compatible with the remaining ammo that they had between the both of them— and one lucky hand grenade that Nora had happened to throw in its basket, the blast radius destroying its head.

   But they then realized they had lured all of the ghouls in their direction, and there were far too many to reasonably take on considering the fact that they were almost out of ammo for the pistols they had on them.

   So they ran and here they were now, trying to decide which place to go to refill on ammo so that they could actually go to the place that they were originally aiming to go before the entire escapade happened.

   Piper looked behind her as she paused before replying, shaking her head as she squinted. She then looked back at her best friend, apparently satisfied with the lack of ghouls following them.

   “My place is closer,” Piper pointed out, trailing off a little as she stopped and started to sit down on the sidewalk there below her. She did not sound overly enthusiastic about heading back to her own place, and Nora raised an eyebrow as she looked down at the other girl.

   “But?” Nora asked, and Piper shook her head.

   “Blue, you know we can’t go back there,” Piper told her, and Nora paused, going through all of the reasons why they should go back there. She ultimately came up with no reason they should not, and she looked at Piper, utterly lost.

   “Umm… Why?” Nora questioned, furrowing her brow as she leaned against the streetlight and tried to regain her breath. Piper just waved her hand in the direction of Diamond City lazily, pulling out a cigarette.

   Dogmeat came over to inspect her to see if it was anything he could eat, and Piper leaned away from him, trying to keep her cigarette out of his reach. He gave up after a short moment of this and she then returned to what she had to say in response to Nora’s question.

   “Because of Nick! He’ll know!”

   “How would he know?”

   “Because he just will! And then we’ll get a lecture!”

   “You say this like you speak from experience,” Nora huffed incredulously, unable to help the smile that was tugging at the corners of her lips.

   Piper was one of a kind, and honestly, Nora could see Nick giving her a good scolding back when the girl was younger. She was instantly picturing Piper around the age of sixteen and Nick acting as a sort of father or grandfather figure for her, the girl just as fiery as she always was and Nick just as tired as he always was.

   “I do have experience. He’ll have our heads, mark my words,” Piper told her, pointing at her with her good hand before taking a drag from the cigarette.

   “He’s never tried that with me,” Nora acknowledged, and Piper released a long breath from her mouth, smoke billowing between her lips.

   “Yeah, well, there’s a first time for everything,” Piper shot back, and Nora thought about it for a few moments before returning her gaze to Piper’s, concern starting to grip at her a bit. She knew how Nick could be when he disapproved of things despite her having never seen the lecturing side of him.

   “He can’t be that bad.”

   “Look, you remember when he got upset with Vadim that one time when some of his famous moonshine got into some of the schoolkids’ hands, and he fussed at him for a solid fifteen minutes?” Piper asked, and Nora nodded.

   “Yeah… I thought he was never going to stop. Poor man didn’t even mean to for it to end up with the kids. Didn’t it come from Darcy Pembroke?” Nora questioned, trying to remember the entire thing and Piper nodded.

   “Imagine that lecture but like for twice that amount of time or better,” Piper explained, bringing the cigarette to her lips once more, and Nora wrinkled her nose as she thought about Nick’s unrivaled ability to scold people.

   Nick could certainly do a good job lecturing people and he would not let anyone get in a word edgewise if it was something that he was particularly worked up about. Nora definitely did not really want to be on the receiving end of the whole thing…

   “Well… where should we go then? We need to restock on ammo somewhere… Goodneighbor maybe?” Nora suggested and Piper scoffed, letting out another breath of smoke.

   “Ugh, I hate it there,” Piper grumbled, and Nora shrugged tiredly.

   “I know, but we don’t have much of a choice. It’s a long ways between here and Sanctuary and that’s where I keep my ammo. And if Diamond City’s out of the question, Goodneighbor’s our last option,” Nora explained, and Piper sighed, standing up as she offered Dogmeat a scratch.

   “Guess we better get going,” Piper agreed reluctantly, dropping her cigarette as she snuffed it out with her boot. Nora huffed, smiling softly as she realized Piper’s hat was drooping a little too far down her face.

   “And play it quiet,” Nora told her, adjusting Piper’s hat playfully. Piper’s eyes sparkled and she feigned offense as she placed her hand on her chest as if she had been utterly scandalized by the other woman.

   “Are you implying that I don’t play things quiet?” Piper asked, and Nora could easily see that she was barely able to keep the cheese-eating grin off of her face. Nora raised an eyebrow, her own smile starting to come onto her face.

   “It was a warning for both of us, but if the shoe fits,” Nora conceded, and Piper offered her own raised eyebrow in reply.

   “I’m pretty sure you were aiming that one at me, Blue,” Piper pointed out, and Nora smirked knowingly, unable to help her amusement as an old saying came to mind.

   “Hey, the bit dog hollers, I always heard,” Nora joked, lightly bumping into her with her shoulder. Piper narrowed her eyes and bumped into her in turn before throwing an arm around her as the both of them started to head out, Dogmeat walking ahead of them with his tongue lolling happily.

   “Not so fast, ladies,” a voice spoke up, and Nora and Piper froze in place, sharing a horrified glance before turning around quickly.

   There behind them was the one and only Nick Valentine.

   “Nick! What are you doing here?” Nora asked smoothly, trying not to look like she was guilty. That one time that she and her sister had brought a puppy home to her and Nate’s place in a Pre-War Sanctuary Hills randomly came back to mind.

   Just like she had then with her biological sister in the face of Nate’s dissatisfaction, she now glanced at Piper briefly, wordlessly sharing a silent agreement to pretend nothing had happened and that they were perfectly innocent.

   “What are you two doing here so close to Boston Commons?” he asked, watching them carefully. He offered Dogmeat an affectionate rub of the ears in response to the dog’s nose against his good hand.

   “Aww, Nicky… Look at this guy, Blue, he’s a sweetheart. All worried about us,” Piper pointed out, grinning and trying to disguise the panic that Nora could see shining in her eyes.

   “That was really sweet of you,” Nora told him, smiling softly, hoping her tone would throw him off-track from the situation that he doubtlessly was doing his best to sniff out.

   Nick very unfortunately did not look amused.

   “Yeah, well, when I heard from our mutual friend in the spying business that a couple of wastelanders were crazy enough to try to take on a Super Mutant Behemoth with just a couple of ten millimeters, a hand grenade, and an attack dog, I knew something was up,” Nick stated drily, and Piper’s smirk fell as she let out a loud groan. Nora sighed deeply, closing her eyes as she winced a little at the knowledge that they had been caught.

   “What did I tell ya?!” Piper cried. Nora tried to appease him with an apologetic look.

   “In our defense, we didn’t aim to take it on at all, much less with only the two handguns. We did have other weapons but we ran out of ammo before we even got to Boston Commons,” Nora explained with a nervous chuckle, and Piper groaned once more, still mourning the fact that Nick had found out.

   “Every single time! I’m telling you, he’s like… He’s got eyes in the back of his head or something!” Piper cried in utter exasperation, pointing at him accusingly.

   Nick smiled humorlessly before turning in the direction of Diamond City. Nora knew what was coming next.

   “C’mon. You two can tell me your story on the way back. Then when we’re actually back, I’ll tell you how careless that was,” he told them, a certain Dad-like exhaustion in his tone.

   Nora and Piper shared a glance before sighing deeply, the both of them trailing behind him as Dogmeat proudly ran along and took point, not having the first idea of what was happening between the humans and the synth.

   Piper leaned in closer to her.

   “What did I tell you?” Piper questioned in a whisper, and Nora just shook her head tiredly.

   “Yeah, yeah, I know…”

[moonlit-rose-garden]

Moving on

Nick Valentine x reader

Word count: 1,655

This takes place about 2 years after the events of Fallout 4 and 1 year after finishing Nick's Eddie Winter quest line. The sole survivor (you) have been living predominantly in Diamond City, helping Nick with his cases.

It was raining outside. Almost no one was in the streets of the Great Green Jewel due to it. A off day, you could say. Most people were able to stay home and relax.

Days like this made (Y-n) almost forget that just outside the walls was a wasteland full of creatures itching to kill.

(Y-n) sat at an old metal desk with her head in her arms, listening to the radio playing. Nick walked in from outside, water dripping off the brim of his hat. He quickly shed his wet coat and hat and then began to make his way to his desk.

Stopping at the desk where (Y-n) sat, Nick revealed a bowl he brought in with him. “You've been working too hard. You need to eat.“ He said as he set the bowl in front of her and took a seat in the chair facing the front of the desk.

(Y-n) slowly raised her head to look at Nick, some of her hair falling in front of her face. His fingers twitched, wanting to reach over and tuck her hair behind her ear. He opted for smoking instead. (Y-n) watched as he tried lighting a cigarette a few times before succeeding. He sat back in the chair with his sleeves rolled up, relaxed for once.

“I think this is the most relaxed I've ever seen you, Nick.“ (Y-n) smiled as she grabbed the bowl of noodles and began to eat. “Thanks.“ Nick waved her off. “It's no problem.“ (Y-n) chuckles to herself. “This reminds me of late nights at the law office I used to work at. Someone would bring takeout, and we'd all sit and work. Or we'd just talk.“

Nick was quiet for a moment. “We used to do the same at the police department when we worked late.“ “Too bad we never got to meet back then. We'd have been great friends, I think.“ They both laughed lightly.

“Look at the two of us. Still stuck in a world long gone.“ Nick chuckled. (Y-n) thought about it for a moment. She pushed the noodles aside and propped her head up with her hand. “Honestly... I think I've moved on.. I mean, it still hurts to think about, and I will always miss Nate. But, I think it's getting better.“

Nick stared at her, his yellow eyes fixated on her face. “I never thought I'd say this. But me too. For so long, I held on to the feelings of a life I never physically lived. After everything with Eddie and a year to think about it...“ He leaned forward on the desk.“well I guess I should thank you.“ He finished. (Y-n) smiled warmly at Nick. “I'm glad we found each other. I couldn't have done any of this without you.“ She reached out over the desk, taking his free hand. “Thank you for taking care of me, Nick. You're a good man”

Nick stared at his hand in hers. It made him comfortable and warm. A feeling he hadn't felt for a long time. He glanced away and laughed. “Well that's what I'm here for. Detective Nick Valentine at your service.“ (Y-n) took her hand way. Immediately missing the feeling of his. She gazed at her hand.

It made her feel a bit guilty. Sure, it had been around 80 years since Nate passed, only 2 to her, but she still loved him. She'd always love him, but he's gone. She can't hold onto a ghost forever.. (Y-n) looked up and caught Nick staring at her with an unreadable expression. He quickly looks away quickly, pretending to read a file sitting on the desk.

(Y-n) looked way. She had a good guess why he was staring. They were both adults. She wasn't going to pretend that she didn't notice the things he did for her and how often he'd watch her. She was sure he had noticed how she smiled at him and how her hand would linger on his arm longer than it had to.

“Nick, do you still think of her?“ (Y-n) asked softly. Nick paused for a moment. “I do. But it's like you and Nate. She's long gone. Besides, she was never mine to begin with.“ He looks at (Y-n) with a small smile. “You helped me move on. Move on from that old life and start living my own." (Y-n) smiled. “I'm glad.“

The room was silent for a long while, and only the sound of the rain and the radio could be heard. Occasionally, the sound of papers shuffling would interrupt the comfortable silence.

“Oh, I should get back before it's too late. I still need to feed Dogmeat!“ (Y-n) said as she stood. Nick followed and put his coat and hat on. Then handed (Y-n) her coat and hat. “Thanks. Are you coming with?“ He nodded. “Yeah, I'll walk you home. “

The air outside was cold, and the rain came down in a drizzle. Nick, seeing (Y-n) shake in the cold, wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her close. Though he didn't add any warmth, the gesture made a blush creep up (Y-n) neck.

Slowly, she snaked an arm around his waist. (Y-n) looked at Nick in her peripheral vision. This talk helped her come to a decision about something she had been agonizing over for the past year. She loved Nick, and she was sure that, to some extent, he cared for her, too. But in what way? Looking forward again, (Y-n) tried to fight the anxious feeling bubbling up and the blush that came with it.

Nick felt conflicted. He liked the way she held onto him. He liked her company, he liked her. Nick knew he loved (Y-n). His mind felt scrambled and loud despite the quiet environment. The only sound was the rain and their shoes landing in puddles. He looked down, focused on the ground before them as they walked.

“Well, this is me...“ (Y-n) said as she let go of Nick and slid out of his hold. She pressed her lips in a line and awkwardly searched her pockets for her key. Nick watched her with a small smile. She was always so beautiful to him. But he never even dared entertaining the thought of romance. Not with how he looked, with what he was.

(Y-n) unlocked the door and pushed it open. “I'll see you tomorrow, Nick. Get some-” Before she could finish her sentence, a crack of thunder sounded with lighting not too far behind, and the rain started pouring. Taking one look at the sky and rain (Y-n) ushered Nick into her home. She slammed the door and locked it, letting out a sigh.

They both took off their wet coats and hats, hanging them on the coat hanger near the door. “Come on in! Just leave your shoes at the door.“ (Y-n) said, walking further into the house. Nick took a moment to look around. He realised the last time he'd been here was when (Y-n) first bought it. Almost a year ago. “I like what you've done with the place. Cozy. Tell me, how is it you're only now inviting me over?“ He said as he followed her into a little living room area.

“Well, I guess I never thought about it. I feel like I spend more time at the detective agency than in any of my homes.“ (Y-n) smiled and took a seat on a couch. She gestured for Nick to do the same, which he did.

A moment of silence passed between them. A false silence. Their heads both buzzing and loud. Nick thought he was fine working with her and admiring from a far, but now sitting with (Y-n) after coming getting off work... It almost felt like they were a couple. He hated himself for feeling this way. For how flustered he was.

Nick looked over at (Y-n). Her hands were clenched together in her lap, and she had this strange look on her face. “Hey, you alright?“ She glanced at him with an uneasy smile “Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. Just got something on my mind.“ Nick turned to face her fully. “What's troubling you? Maybe I can help.“

(Y-n) was silent for a short moment. “You're good to me, Nick. Thank you.“ Nick watched her intently. She looked at him in his glowing eyes. Maybe the storm happened for a reason. It gave her a chance to come clean and tell him how she really feels. “I care about you. A lot.“ (Y-n) looked away. “Sorry if this is weird. I just feel like I've got to say something.“

Putting a hand on her back, Nick inched closer to her. “It's alright. Just. Just tell me what it is.“ Nick had a feeling where it was going but pushed it away. He felt foolish for even entertaining the idea. (Y-n) took a deep breath and looked at Nick again, slightly leaning towards him.

“Do you care about me? The way I care about you?“ Nick was speechless. He just stared at her with a blank face. “I love you, Nick. And I have for a while..“ (Y-n) gazed at him with hopeful, loving eyes. Slowly, he raised a hand to her cheek and caressed her face. (Y-n) leaned into his gentle touch.

“This all feels like a dream...“ Nick whispered. He leaned forward and captured (Y-n) into a hug. “I do... I love you, too..“

They pulled apart, and (Y-n) held Nick's face gently. She inched closer before closing the gap between them, her warm lips meeting his cool ones.

(Y-n) quickly pulled away “I-I I'm sorry! I-I should have asked!“ Nick just grabbed her face, pulling her back towards him and kissing her, a bit harder this time. (Y-n) smiled into the kiss and threw her arms around his neck.

She knew that, finally, happy days were just around the corner.

I'm sorry if he's super out of character! It's been so incredibly long since I played this game! I hope it was still a good read. I do feel like the ending is missing something, though.

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[v1nsmoke]

𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇 𝐌𝐘 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊 // 𝐉𝐎𝐇𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐂𝐊 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

oneshot - fallout's john hancock x reader

tw: mentions of drugs (usual hancock activity)

summary: after days of exiting goodneighbor, you and hancock finally get to talk

fandom: fallout

a/n: there is not enough talk about this fella omg… now that liking the ghoul from the fallout show is accepted, i can come forward (i chose the “romance hancock” option every playthrough). no pronouns used, so gender neutral ig? also the inspiration for the title is that one song thats viral on tiktok rn, also galvanized square steel mentioned

tags: -

wc: 0.6k

“Day twenty-five since leaving Vault 111, today is Monday and my location is Diamond City, it’s currently 2:41 PM. Me and my companion are at the noodle shop,” you say, speaking into your Pip-boy. 

Recently, you’ve been documenting every day, usually just a brief summary on that day’s experiences. These experiences consisted of hourly radroach attacks, accidental overdose on jet, or encounters with hostile Mr. Handy’s. Or accidental near-death situations with a deathclaw. That only happened once. 

You weren’t sure anybody would ever hear these, even better, be interested in these daily logs. Your companion seemingly couldn’t care less about these logs, as he ate his portion of ramen next to you. 

“The Institute remains undefeated, and I doubt it will change today, I’m not in the mood for it,” you continue.

“If it depended on your mood, it would be there forever,” Hancock cuts in with his sarcastic remark.

A sigh escapes your lips at his words.

“Maybe I should switch back to Dogmeat and send you back to Goodneighbor,” you reply.

“Now, what good would that do for you?”

“It would spare me from more of these remarks.”

“But can Dogmeat give you this?” He asks as he slides you a jet.

Hesitantly, but you accept it with a smile. 

“John Hancock, the ghoul you are,” you sigh.

A smile creeps onto his features. 

“See? You like me enough.”

“Whatever helps you sleep…”

You’ve been traveling with Hancock for the past week or so, after you accepted the offer of Bobby, who just so happened to lie to you. One thing led from another, and after finishing off Hancock’s bodyguard, you managed to solve the bad blood between the two of you by killing Bobby herself. 

Hancock was useful and good company, helping out where he could and making small talk with you. Not to mention that he was supplying you with a different kind of drug every day. They don’t have that stuff in Vaults…

Last night, the both of you got high as hell in the home you bought with hard-earned caps here, in Diamond City. It was mostly a box, so you decided to illegally expand it with galvanized square steel and eco-friendly wood veneers. So, after the finished construction - that lasted four days with the cheap and friendly workforce including Little John (Hancock) and yourself -, the two of you decided to celebrate.

He plopped down onto the mattress - the construction fee was too much for you to spend even more caps on a normal bed -, resting his back against the wall. You popped open a bottle of Nuka-Cola, taking your place on the mattress next to him.

“So, how do ya like it?” He asks, taking a Jet out of his pocket.

“So far so good,” you reply with a sigh.

“That’s all? Not ‘I love this place more than the Vault’?”

“I do like it more than the Vault, cause you’re here.”

He stays quiet for a few seconds before speaking up.

“That’s good.”

“That’s all? Not ‘Wow I, too, am really glad that I’ve got you and get to share Jet with you and that you defended me from that Deathclaw’?”

He lets out a slight chuckle, hanging his head low. 

“Thank you, then. For these past few days I’ve spent with you. Never thought I would find anybody who would accept me as their companion.”

© v1nsmokes 2024. Do not modify, translate or rewrite.

[amazinglyegg]

Fallout x Don't Starve!!

[rev3nanttt]

Hancock x Reader oneshot- WELL I DO!

Hancock experiecnes withdrawls and you are there to comfort/steady him. just a cute little fic for you hungry gremlins <3

dont worry, more *fun* fics will happen as well, I am just very burnt out and psychology is a HARD MAJOR. Enjoy this little thing I wrote at 3 am

Xx hes so sweet pls play fallout 4 I beg of you

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You couldn’t see anything. You didn’t know where you were going—all you knew was that someone had grabbed you, thrown a sack over your head, and was dragging you somewhere. 

You couldn’t run, couldn’t fight; tight ropes bound your arms and wrists, forcing you to comply. The person pulling you suddenly stopped, and you froze. What is happening?

You hear murmuring voices, some laughter, hushed whispers.

With a terrifying jolt, you're lifted off the ground. Your head spins, disoriented.

Then, without warning, the arms holding you up give way, and you drop onto hard ground. You hit the floor hard, gasping as the wind is knocked out of you. Struggling to sit up, you feel the sack over your head being yanked off.

You stare at your captors. A large raider in tattered power armor leers at you, arms crossed over his chest.

“Now get in there, Vaultie, and shut up until we have something to bargain you two for,” he says, slamming the door behind him with a loud clatter.

The room falls silent.

You quickly scan the tiny, closet-like space, searching for anything that might help you get the ropes off.

Wait. Two? Did the raider say there were two of you?

“Oh, great. They got you too.”

You whip around at the voice, spotting someone sitting against the wall, partially hidden by old crates.

The tricorn hat and red coat give him away immediately. You gasp.

“Hancock?? I—I thought we were separated. What—”

“I couldn’t find you in Goodneighbor, so I started looking for you. I knew you were with Piper, but she didn’t know where you’d gone either.”

Hancock’s voice has a hint of worry in it. His arms are crossed, fingers twitching anxiously over the fabric of his sleeves.

“I thought you were dead,” he admits bleakly, his dark eyes more clouded than usual.

This wasn’t normal. The witty, quick-tongued Hancock was gone, replaced by a nervous, fidgety version of himself. Something was wrong.

“Hancock, are you alright?” you ask, leaning closer and reaching a tentative hand toward him.

He scoots back immediately, putting more space between you.

“Fine,” he snaps, turning away and wiping his mouth.

Silence.

You’re taken aback by the sudden sharpness in his tone and pull your hand back, twisting it nervously in your other one. Something is definitely wrong. His breathing is too fast, too uneven. He won’t even look at you—he always looks at you.

The seconds stretch on, heavy and suffocating.

“Hancock. Something is wrong. You can tell me,” you say, voice gentler now.

You watch him, waiting.

Hancock lets out a loud sigh and shifts, propping up one knee and resting his arm on it. He glares at you.

“Yeah, there’s definitely something fucking wrong. We’re sitting here like a couple of fish in a barrel waiting to get gutted,” he snaps, wiping his mouth again.

You cross your legs and face him, trying to keep your voice firm but kind.

“You know that’s not what I’m talking about, John.”

You don’t push, don’t pry. He’ll talk if he wants to.

And lucky for you, he always does—though it’s rarely in a pleasant way.

“Well, the girl’s a genius,” he mutters dryly.

He jumps to his feet and starts pacing, knocking into some of the scattered boxes in the room. He’s murmuring something under his breath, too low for you to catch. Then, to your shock, he suddenly punches the wall, cursing.

“John—”

“I need them. I can’t fucking believe—FUCK!” he yells, punching the wall again.

Angry shouts echo from outside.

Your heart starts pounding. If he keeps this up, Hancock is going to get you both killed.

You leap up, grabbing his arm to pull him away from the wall. “John, STOP,” you plead, struggling against him.

He shoves you off, baring his teeth.

“Why? WHY THE FUCK DO I NEED TO STOP?” he yells, chest heaving.

He’s trembling. The withdrawals are hitting him hard, and this one is crashing down at the worst possible time. But he’s too deep in it to care.

You stare at him, momentarily speechless.

“I’m not some great fucking mayor with smooth skin and big dreams, okay, Vaultie? I’m a fucking GHOUL. So stop acting like this is some ‘saving grace’ shit. You can’t save me.”

His eyes are wild, locked onto yours.

Silence.

Hancock slumps down against the wall.

Fine. If he wants to sulk, let him. You need to figure out a way to get out of here.

“Just fucking leave me,” he mutters. “I’m only gonna slow you down.”

You whirl around, stunned.

“What?? Hancock, what are you even talking about? Why—”

“I don’t even know why you’re giving me your damn time. I’m a ghoul. A drug-addicted, nasty fucking ghoul. Everyone hates us.”

He scoffs, then mutters with a hint of sadness, “Nobody needs us.”

Hot tears sting your eyes. He’s hopeless, defeated. That’s enough.

You march forward and grab him by the shoulders.

“WELL, I DO!” you scream, tears spilling down your face.

“Don’t you EVER talk about yourself like that again, you hear me?! GOODNEIGHBOR NEEDS YOU. I NEED YOU.”

Your words reverberate off the walls, sending a chill down your spine.

Hancock stares at you in shock. His eyes grow sad, and his shoulders stiffen.

“I… oh shit. I didn’t mean to—”

“Who I fall for is my business,” you say defiantly, crossing your arms. “And I choose a ghoul. So fucking what?”

You place a gentle hand on his shoulder, looking up at him. His dark eyes are locked onto yours in a way you’ve never seen before.

“John, listen to me. I know you’re withdrawing. I don’t care. I don’t care if you’re a ghoul. I don’t care if you’re addicted to chems. I chose you. Let me choose you.”

You smile softly.

Hancock opens his mouth, but before he can speak, the door swings open.

The same raider from earlier is standing there, sneering.

“Nice confession, lovebirds,” he taunts. “But it’s time to cut the party short. You’re dead meat.”

Your stomach drops.

You step behind some crates, instinctively positioning yourself in front of Hancock. Your heart races.

These aren’t just raiders. They’re Fiends.

Cannibals.

You take a hesitant step back—

Something cool slides into your palm. Metal. A switch.

Click.

You recognize the sound instantly.

Hancock’s switchblade.

They hadn’t checked his boots.

You glance at him. He gives you a shaky nod.

“Your aim’s better than mine, sweetheart. Especially right now.”

You nod back.

Hancock grips a battered metal pipe.

“Go get ‘em, sweetheart.”

In a flash, you lunge.

In a flash, you lunge toward the raider, slamming the switchblade into the center of his neck and using all your strength to heave him to the side. He screams and falters, collapsing to the ground, his head smacking against the pavement.

You burst out of the room, scanning your surroundings. There are maybe five people in here, all armed. You spot Hancock’s shotgun and make a run for it. Dodging the larger opponents is easy—you’re small and nimble without the bulky power armor they’re wearing.

A sharp yank stops you mid-stride. You scream. Someone’s got a hold of your hair, and they’re not letting go. Twisting around, you see a raider holding a sickeningly sharp blade. He raises the knife—then drops.

His entire left cheek collapses inward, and he crumples to the floor. Behind him stands Hancock, the barrel of his pipe still raised.

"Grab my gun," he says, chest heaving.

You slip away, smash a glass bottle on the ground to slow down any pursuit, and snatch up his shotgun. You sprint toward the nearest hatch—not the front door, but an exit nonetheless.

A gunshot rings out. A bullet whizzes past your ear as you fling yourself into the hatch. Hancock is close behind.

You both tumble into a sewer, landing hard. Laughter echoes around you.

"They won’t last a fuckin’ day," a voice jeers.

Mirelurks.

You and Hancock don’t stick around to find out if they’re right. After what felt like hours of walking through a maze, you finally make it to the nearest settlement.

Inside the walls, Hancock collapses onto a bench, exhausted. You both sit there, catching your breath, the air thick with unspoken words.

"Nice shootin’, girl," he says, grinning despite his weakness. His hands are still trembling. You pause. He still needs his fix. “Thank you. Here, hold on a sec.” 

You stand and head toward the nearest merchant, buying a box of orange Mentats—his favorite. When you return, you pass him the box.

"Thank the bombs for you, sweetie," he murmurs, popping two into his mouth. Almost instantly, his nerves settle, the shaking gone.

You sit down beside him, hesitating for a moment before speaking.

"So…uhh. What were you gonna say in there?" Your voice is uncertain, a little nervous.

Hancock gives you a playful smirk. "What, before or after we got interrupted?"

You blush. "John, you know what I’m talkin’ about. Don’t play stupid with me now."

He leans back, making a show of thinking. "Ohhh, yeah. That."

A grin spreads across his face as he shifts a little closer, draping an arm around your shoulders. Your heart hammers in your chest, nervous and uncertain. Hancock’s expression is thoughtful, and he looks down at you, eyes warmer now that the Mentats are kicking in. 

"Well," he says, voice softer now. "What I wanted to say was—I thought it was damn obvious I chose you too. Guess the ol’ unspoken thing really was spoken after all."

His clouded eyes meet yours, kind and unreadable. You stare at him expectantly, and he gently takes your hand. “Well, what’s the plan then?” he asks, leaning in closer to you. 

You smile, closing the distance between you.

Then you kiss him.

His lips are dry, worn—but warm. Hancock exhales softly, his hand sliding into your hair, stroking it gently. You can feel as he exhales a breath that he didn’t know he was holding. 

A human kissing a ghoul must be quite a sight; you hear a couple murmurs and chuckles from the people in the settlement. 

You don’t care who’s looking at you in the moment. All that matters is him. 

Your choice. 

When you finally pull away, you find him staring at you, looking completely and utterly lovesick.

"How was kissin’ a ghoul?" he jokes, adjusting his hat that had slid off to the side. "Gross as all hell, probably."

You laugh, shoving him lightly before leaning in to kiss him again—quick, firm, but reassuring of the words you told him, and the choice you made.

His eyes widen slightly, like he hadn’t expected that. You grin at him.

"It was everything I wanted, John.”

[citruslullabies]

Trigger warnings: none

Romantic/platonic?: romantic

Requested by: no one!! Just a fun lil thing

Category: heavy fluff

Ship (romantic or platonic): prewar!Cooper Howard x female!reader

Word count: 1000

He's a Doll

The apartment had been so quiet, so calm and peaceful. It was almost suspicious just how calm it had been.

It was a nice saturday evening and you were home alone while your spouse was out doing odd jobs, sipping on a cup of tea while reading an article about the war. It was always a topic your partner avoided but you found it interesting, always keeping up to date on the new information coming out.

Cooper Howard, while at one point a well known and beloved actor, had fallen back into the bottom after his divorce with Barbara. A woman you had never met - nor cared to. You honestly were about to give up on the dating game since you were getting older, and age certainly wasn't kind to anyone. You were a 36 year old woman who already had bad back problems and creaky knees, who would want that??

But he did. You both had met when out grocery shopping, with you trying to reach something on the second to highest shelf and trying to regrettably monkey climb and remembering your age in the process.. when all the sudden hearing a chuckle from behind you. And there he was, a very exhausted looking Cooper Howard chuckling at your dispense before helping you out.

The both of you had met when his divorce was still being finalized and custody as well, it seemed like everything was going south for Coop until he fortunately went down the right aisle at the right time. He couldn't even remember how it happened, meeting and then talking and it somehow took off from there. You'd be lying if you said you understood how it happened either.

The radio was playing in the background of the calm little apartment, legs tucked into your side as the hot cup pressed against your lips and a soothing sweet liquid spilled down your throat. With a smile, you continued to read while humming along to the radio station.

“Everyone tells me he's no good

He doesn't love me like he should

I would forget him if I only could

He's a demon, he's a devil, he's a doll”

The lyrics rung out of the little box, causing you to hum along to the beat and drift off into your own little world inside of your head. The song oddly enough reminded you of Cooper, well, besides the whole cheating aspect.. the lyrics were so sweet and reminded you of the sweet devil you fell in love with.

“That man can look me in the eye

And tell the biggest, sweetest lie

And I forget the lipstick on his tie

He's a demon, he's a devil, he's a doll

Sometimes I make up my mind

That I'll stop being so blind

And tell him off real bad

But then he turns on those charms, and there I am in his arms

And I forget why I'm mad”

A soft sigh escaped your lips as you continued to listen, while the song wasn't necessarily about a good relationship it reminded you of yours in a good way. You and Cooper have fought, but he always somehow manages to calm you down before you blow your top off.

The door opened and Cooper was greeted with the sound of music and your humming, which was a pleasant surprise. He closed the door behind him and put his keys up, looking at you in the living room completely off into your own world.. a devious idea sparks in his head.

Quietly, he walked up behind the couch and leaned over just enough to be hovering. He stopped and admired you for a few moments.. the way you seemed so relaxed and at peace, despite that god forsaken news report on the nuclear fallout and war being in your hands. He chuckled quietly and then grabbed your shoulders abruptly earning a startled yelp and a quick swat to the arm.

“No need to get your panties in a twist darlin, ‘m sorry.” The southern cowboy said with a laugh as he saw your irritated gaze, his pearly whites on full display as his eyes were crinkled up. Oh you couldn't stay mad at him no matter how hard you tried.

Your gaze softened in almost an instant when seeing how joyous his face appeared, rolling your eyes playfully as you folded up the newspaper and tucked it into your arm. He smiled when he felt a delicate hand on his cheek from the one he adored, chuckling and placing his larger and rougher head atop your smaller and softer hand. Your hands had callouses, but they were like buttermilk compared to his sandpapered skin. He leaned down and captured your lips with his own, hands sliding down to your hip dips and squeezing softly.

With a content hum, he snaked one hand over to that pesky paper you had rolled up and took it away from you while you were distracted. He was glad to see you after a long day of work, your lips tasting like sweet sun tea with a bit too much sugar but he still accepted the flavor on his tongue happily since it was you. You pulled away and smiled at him, before pressing your cheek against the cushion.

“Well, I'll just accept it as a heads-up that you're sleeping on the couch tonight.” You chuckled as he gave you a fake offended look. He nuzzled his nose against yours with a chuckle, before pouting. “Oh sugar cube, you're so cruel to a poor cowboy down on his luck.”

You both stayed like that for a while, just adoring each other with playful jabs.. the music continuing to be sweet as it filled the room and danced around the both of you.

“He's a palooka, he's a brute

He drives me crazy but he's cute

Why do I love a guy I ought to shoot?

He is a demon, he is a devil, he is a doll~”

Thank you for reading!

Oh my god this is so old, I might rewrite it - I just realized I never posted it!!

[fallout4reacts]

I FINISHED THE HURT PART OF THE HURT COMFORT FIC FINALLY

now to bridge to the comfort part… which might take me longer than I think…

[everydayyoulovemeless]

Day 5: One Final Night ↠ Hancock

➼ Word Count » 1.0k ➼ Warnings » Suggestive ➼ Genre » Romantic, Slight Angst?, Pinning

Magnolia's voice rang sweetly over the light chatter of the bar, never overpowering it but not being drowned out either. She always had a way of matching her volume to her environment, and you adored her for it.

There was a time when you'd entered the Third Rail and could still hear the singer's voice clearly, even if you couldn't hear your own. Her pitch was something to marvel at, and you applauded the talent it takes.

Tonight was no different as you once again sat at the bar, drink in hand, as you watched the woman perform.

"It's quite the number, isn't it?" Hancock's voice intruded, shattering that once tranquil feeling you were feeling.

You sighed in response, turning to face your glass again, "She never has a bad one." You said, twirling your drink in a sorrowfully dramatic way.

"Why I like her so much." He grinned, tapping his rugged fingers against the countertop, "What is that? Rum? Let me buy you one." He offered, gesturing to the dark liquor you cradled in front of you.

"I'm not here for you, Hancock." You stated firmly.

"I get it, you're here for the merc, don't mean I can't buy you a drink."

You sighed. If there was one thing you hated about Goodneighbor, it was how weak you were for the town's mayor. One look was all it ever took for you to fall back into his arms. It was pathetic, really.

"Just don't get ahead of yourself." You muttered, and before you knew it, he had waved Charlie over and was sliding you yet another glass.

You did this every time you visited. Relapsed back into his embrace - back into his bed, just as you promised yourself you wouldn't.

There was a period when you had done everything in your power to avoid the place, but your life always seemed to lead you back to those neon lights hanging just outside the old beaten door. There was always something that forced you to come back.

It was unavoidable at this point. Even when you told yourself you were only going to stay long enough to hire MacCready for a job you had down at Parson's Asylum, you still ended up sitting down at the bar and ordering a drink. And it was all for the inevitable appearance of the mayor. Your one, unbeatable addiction.

You should've left. You couldn't keep sleeping around with the Mayor. You had a kid somewhere out in the Commonwealth. This wasn't the time to be making out with a corpse any time you happened to be in the area. But there had always been something about Hancock that made you break. No matter how much you hated the way he made you feel, or how you hated to lead him on, everything you built up within yourself shattered the moment your eyes met his own.

So, it didn't surprise you when you found yourself pressed up against the outside brick of the Old State House. Your legs wrapped tightly around Hancock's torso as he deepened the kiss.

"Mmm, Sunshine..." He groaned, "I'd do this with you every day if I could."

You snickered at his words before putting your finger to his lips, stopping him from trailing kisses all along your neck. "I bet you say that to everyone." You teased, slowly moving your finger down from its place in his mouth.

"Just you, sweetheart," He grinned, going to nip at the lobe of your ear. After a slight pause, he whispered, "...I love you." Then continued right back to what he was doing before.

You placed your hand down quickly onto his chest, stopping him briefly, "You can't say that." You muttered.

It was only loud enough for him to hear, and your heart broke a bit at the sight of his face dropping because of it, but whatever it was he felt was quickly pushed away as he regained himself once again.

"Sorry, honey..." He spoke, "Got… carried away."

You shot him an apologetic smile at the sound of the slight pang in his voice. You felt horrible, but your guilt was quickly diminished as his rough lips found their way back down to the spot under your jaw.

His motions were still filled with passion, but a different kind. It felt slower - more sincere. Like he was really trying to prove something to you. That this wasn't just another night for him. That you were more than just a one-night stand. That he truly did love you.

"Take it upstairs, Hancock!" One of the triggermen shouted after turning the corner and witnessing the lude display.

"Heh, I'm going, I'm going!" He called back, hooking his arm around the bottom of your legs and shouldering the doors open roughly.

The dusty atmosphere of the Old State House was.. something, you supposed. It definitely carried that historical weight the ghoul seemed to like so much. You, however, couldn't help but cough a little at the fast change in air quality. The place smelt like a college dorm party was held in Washington's basement. It was unique in its own right, but the cigarette smoke that drenched parts of the place definitely wasn't the healthiest to breathe in.

Despite your gripes, you giggled drunkenly the whole time you were being carried, clinging around his neck as he stumbled up the winding stairs. A small smile flashed across his own face at the sight of you so giddy in his arms and that previous pang of guilt returned to haunt you.

You held onto him tighter for support as he roughly kicked open the doors to his room. It didn't take him long before he was tossing you onto one of his velvet couches, bouncing a bit from the impact.

You grinned up at him excitedly as you watched him shoulder off his coat and undo a few of his buttons. You had to admit, you'd miss the sight of him like this. Even if this was the last time you ever planned on doing this, you couldn't help but adore the firm and gentle ways he touched you. And, as the rustic doors finally swung shut behind the both of you, you felt a certain sadness start to grow at this being your last night with him.

[htchnr]

y'all my writers block is crushing me alive 😭 PLSSS send me Hotch, Ash Williams, Sam Axe or Brisco County Jr or Porter Gage requests 😭😭

angst or fluff pls (or both lol) i feel like i'm burning out on smut and my writing is getting repetitive and ew so no smut pls 🫠🥲

[sparkyz-plug-writes]

[☆Intro post but for my writing!☆]

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I'm Sparky/Mozzarella and I'm BACK!! This is just a blog for writing requests!

!!Masterlist!!

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!!Rules!!

Be specific! Like the gender of the reader (if it is not specified I will make it gender neutral) and if it's headcanons, full fanfics or oneshots!

Don’t request something I’ve said I won't do, otherwise I will delete the request and block you, Thanks!!

I won't do full smut stuff bc again ew-

But I might do a bit of spice, the rest will be mostly platonic, angst or fluffy romance

Specify if it's romantic, platonic or familia

And finally don't rush me, I'll try to hurry as fast as I can but things like oneshots can take a while and headcannons might be quicker (⁠-⁠_⁠-⁠;⁠)

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What I will do:

(non romanticized) Abuse, Gore or death

My OCS

Character headcanons with or without reader

A bit of spicy

Oneshots

Angst

X readers

Oc x canon?

Fluff

Oc x reader

Hurt/comfort

Yanderes (don't do this shit irl, I will NEVER condone that)

Some heavy topics such as dis##ders, ab##e, su##ide (I SWEAR IF U ROMANTICIZE THESE I WILL HUNT YOU DOWN)

Platonic (this will include yanderes I suppose)

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What I will NOT do:

Full on smut, I hate it and it's uncomfortable for me

Again romanticizing sensitive topics such as su###de, any type of disorder, and very gross kinks (piss, scat. Very disgusting things.)

Problematic shit (like inc##t, age-gaps for romantic etc)

Any suggestive things, lemon, or smut for child or canon childlike characters (like the collector or sprig)

Transphobia/homophobia in a way that's aimed at characters and the reader, I can make comfort but not hate.

Racism, same with the transphobia and homophobia one above.

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Fandoms Im writing for:

Amphibia

Fundamental Paper Education

Phighting (Roblox)

Forsaken (Roblox)

Block tales (Roblox)

Let him go (Roblox)

Pressure (Roblox)

Dandy's world (Roblox)

Regretivator (Roblox)

The owl house

MCSM (Minecraft: story mode)

Gravity falls

Cult of the lamb

Fallout 4

A hat in time

Steven universe

Murder drones

Elden ring (STILL PLAYING THE GAME)

Cookie run kingdom (don't know ovenbreak very much but I will try so don't be shy!)

The Mandela Catalogue

[sinisterexaggerator]

NSFW / 18+

[Hancock]

➤ oneshots:

Nothing to lose

Ao3 link | Tumblr post

hancock x f!reader

Summary: You are important to John Hancock; there is a radstorm brewing. As a skilled and reformed scavver, you’re after a part for a decommissioned lounger—it belongs to Doc Amari’s famed Memory Den.

Hancock's tense; he should have gone with you, but it’s not too late to search you out. He would be glad to have you home safe in his arms, only things don’t always go as planned, nor do you go unpunished for your negligence.

Little Red Dress

Ao3 link | Tumblr post

hancock x f!reader

Summary: You're wearing a little red dress, one that teases and tantalizes Hancock. You're the Mayor of Goodneighbor's prized possession, and it does not bode well for you to tempt him so, especially in public.

Hard Feelings

Ao3 link | Tumblr post

hancock x f!reader

Summary: You are the General of the Minutemen. Hancock is your companion when out on missions. It's all fun and games until there are hard feelings at play, the ghoul thinking that one day you just might leave him.

➤ headcanons:

First impression

NSFW Alphabet

Possible explanation for why Hancock likes you addicted to chems

Game glitch (cw:suicide)

[Nick Valentine]

➤ oneshots

Final Straw

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valentine x f!reader

Summary: You're sick to death of listening to people insult and belittle Nick; you take matters into your own hands, much to the Synth's surprise, but your methods are a little bit unorthodox.

True Colors

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valentine x f!reader

Summary: Nick Valentine hardly ever leaves your thoughts, but you're barely on his radar. Your infatuation takes a rather interesting turn; you're caught red-handed in his bed, wearing candy apple lipstick and a freshly laundered dress. What is to become of you? Will you be able to confess your feelings, or will you run away instead?

➤ headcanons:

First impression

[Valencock]

✩ Coming soon.

[Cooper Howard / The Ghoul]

✩ Coming soon. Maybe? Idk.

➤ Memes/random: #1 | #2 | #3 |#4 |#5 |#6 |#7 |#8 | #9 | #10 | #11 | #12 | #13 | #14 | #15 | #16

➤ Thot thoughts / incorrect quotes: #1 | #2 | #3 | #4 | #5

[alleycatsulli]

Hey guys! New chapter/smut fic is up on AO3 in the Fallout 4 oneshots book! Me and @matchamarshmallow collaborated on this one together and it’s part 1 of “Willing Prey” and is MaxDanse❤️ posting the link below!!

Thank you so much for working with me Shay 💕 I’ve had so much fun writing with you and I can’t wait for our future creations!!

[atleastonebraincell]

✨Kinktober✨

What a better way to kick off a new blog than my own kinktober prompt list!

I’m not doing a prompt every single day since I’m hoping to get through them all, if I’m lucky my motivation will carry me through the whole month.

[twosides--samecoin]

RJ stared at the tato vines and recalled the lonely trellises and floppy starter plants he left behind on the homestead. The kind of bounty Sanctuary's greenhouse produced under Olivia's stewardship reminded him how in over his head he had been when he first cracked a shovel against compacted Virginian soil.

He shook his head; leaned against a table laden heavy with picked carrots, crossed his arms and sighed. "I don't get how you pulled all this off, Livs."

"Hm? Plants want to grow. I'm just helping."

Olivia was kneeling on the old wood floor, busy filling a basket - more fruit from a single tree than RJ had planted seeds in his brief attempt at the farming life.

"I mean, this stuff, all these plants - they grow wild just fine. No help needed. Why don't the seeds grow right sometimes?"

She got up and brushed her hands against her jeans, her brow furrowed as her memory replayed thoughts of working in Horticulture. There was a million and one reasons a seed could fail. "Some don't germinate, it happens. So you plant more than you expect just in case, better that you start them under lights than outside. Some do better if you have 'em in a humid container, then transfer to soil once you see cotyledons harden off. How early in the year do people start seedlings that far south, anyway?"

He looked at her with a blank expression - Olivia realized she'd already lost him and couldn't hold back a smile.

"You don't know your cave fungus from your mutfruit, do you?"

RJ's jaw dropped, fairly offended at the question, a format he once used to tease her when she first arrived in Sanctuary. "I - I grew up on that stuff, and you bet I know my way in and around a damn-"

Olivia plucked a mutfruit from her basket and pressed it in RJ's hands, doing her best to direct a smug look at the violet skin instead of him.

"-and that's my joke, by the way-"

"And you're lucky Horticulture was the only job they never fired me from back at the vault. Best you start taking notes, eh?"