#fallout 4 writing prompts

[hancocksspouse]

Oooohh I like you.

8. “I can’t breathe...”

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Doll knew the wasteland wasn’t a nice place or even a good place for that matter. Everything around her kept her grounded and aware of that fact and despite her best efforts, it overwhelmed her often. She just got good at hiding it.

Most days.

Some days were a lot harder than others, given the circumstances.

It wasn’t the overwhelming smell of gun powder and blood and burned flesh that overwhelmed her this time. Not the spots in her vision or the aches racking her body or even the sound of Hancock calling her name over and over while the smoke cleared up. It was the crying.

The crying of a baby.

The raiders they had taken out had killed a couple that holed up in the remains of an old house and either didn’t know about the baby or they stepped in just in time to save it but the sight of the young couple dead on the floor didn’t hit her in the same manner the cries of the infant in the crib at the end of the room did. The tight clench in her throat and sudden tunnel vision kept her from responding to Hancock’s screams of her name as she stared ahead at the squirming, upset child whose poor ears were probably ringing and hurting.

“Doll! Where are you?!” The sound of Hancock’s boots thumping down the hall behind her registers just enough for her to frantically grab at the air behind her until the movement draws his attention and he comes rushing to her quickly, her arm grabbing the side of his jacket while he leans forward to brace her before she falls.

“Hey hey hey, what’s up, sister? What happened? Didn’t you he-“, but his sentence is cut short when he realizes what he’s hearing and his face drops as he looks down at Doll. She’s leaning more and more back into him, her arm bent back still clutching the side of his jacket and he’s able to holster his shotgun quickly enough to wrap an arm around her, bracing her as her breathing begins to quicken and her eyes water.

“H-Hancock-“

“It’s okay, Doll. I’m here, I promise”

“Hancock, I can’t breathe”, she whimpers out, her breathing fading into hyperventilation. He gently lowers them both to the floor and leans his face to hers.

“Hey hey hey. Doll. I need you to listen to me, okay? Can you hear me? Nod if you can hear me”, he asks. She manages to swallow in between the panicked breaths and nods rapidly as he takes her hand.

“Alright, good. Now, I want you to copy me as best you can, alright? Take your time if you need to but copy me”. He begins to taking deep, slow breaths, his chest rising against her back.

“I-I can’t! Th-the baby-!”

“Doll, you can’t help the kid like this”, he firmly tells her. “Now. Copy me”. He takes another long deep breath as she squeezes his hand, her breath stuttering as she tries to do the same. “There ya go. Real deep in thru the nose and then out thru the mouth”, he encourages her, prompting her to copy him.

She begins to settle slowly, her breathing evening out with his and she closes her eyes for a minute as she comes down, tear tracks drying down her face. His thumb rubs gently over the top of her hand.

“There ya go, Doll. You’re okay”, he says against her hair. “We’re gonna get up now, alright?”

“Okay”, she whimpers out and he slowly rises, bringing her up with him and helping her maintain her balance. Hancock’s eyes go from her to the crib and he frowns.

“Do you want me to get the kid or do you think you can?” He asks. “I’m not gonna assume you’re gonna wanna carry ‘em”.

The palms of her gloves wipe over her eyes as she sniffles and she shakes her head.

“I can carry them”, she says back, not waiting for his response as she approaches the crib and peers down at the upset infant, no older than Shaun was the day the bombs fell. On instinct, she leans over the crib and tucks the blanket around the child before bringing them up to her and cradling them to her chest, gently rocking them.

“I know, honey. I’m so sorry”, she murmurs quietly. “That was a lot, wasn’t it, sweetie?”

Any other time, the scene in front of him would melt Hancock’s heart, watching Doll coddle and coo at a child but this…

This was heart breaking, watching her try to comfort the screaming kid in front of the bodies of it’s parents while trying to keep herself together as well. A thick jacket sits draped over the chair in the room and he grabs it, carefully resting it over the baby. Doll looks up at him and he looks back.

“Kid should have something from their parents, even if they won’t remember this…”, he sadly whispers.

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They make it back to Sanctuary by the time the sun sets and an anxiety rises in Doll’s throat. Normally, the arrival of a child is something to celebrate, but the circumstances are anything but and the request she’s about to make doesn’t make her feel any better when she looks around and sees Marcy and Jun beneath the driveway, heading for the crops. 

A guilt rises in her and she has to swallow down oncoming tears for a moment before she can even continue walking. By now, the child is fast asleep, swaddled up in their blanket and parent’s jacket and she looks down at their unconscious face for a moment. 

“It doesn’t feel right, Hancock”, she says, looking up at him. “They’ve already lost their child and now...”, but she stops. Hancock gently rests his hand on her shoulder, his thumb rubbing comforting circles on it.

“You’re not pawnin’ the kid of on ‘em”, he says. “This place has plenty of people that can help pitch in. Hell, you can still help too when you’re here. But they’ve got the most experience with children. You’re not a bad person for wantin’ to make sure this kid gets a fightin’ chance. I’ve heard it takes a village, anyway”, he says, offering a small smile. “I don’t doubt the people you’ve gathered here would have no problem helpin’ out, Doll.”

She looks down at the sleeping child in her arms and takes a deep breath before looking up ahead of her, eyes scanning the area until they land on two figures, toiling in the gardens. 

She’s slow in her steps, not wanting to approach to quick and cause alarm and she almost can’t find her voice the closer she gets but she swallows down her anxiety.

“Marcy, Jun”, she says, grabbing their attention. Jun is the first to turn and look up before seeing the swaddled child in her arms and she can see the sudden clench in his throat. Marcy stands, not turning to look.

“What is it? We’re busy with-“ but when Jun rests his hand against her shoulder with a firm squeeze, she stops and turns as well, going silent.

“I…I know I have…no right to be asking what I’m about to. And I know it’s not fair but…their parents…”. Doll struggles, seeing the clear internal struggle in both of them. “They didn’t make it…and I couldn’t leave them behind. I’m not asking you to be the only ones to care for them but…you know what you’re doing and they deserve a shot. Please.”

The lump Jun swallows is almost audible and Doll feels…

Awful.

The clench in Marcy’s jaw is not of anger. It’s one of hurt and she remains still for a moment before slowly approaching and pulling back the blanket from the child’s sleeping face. Her eyes water and she quickly wipes them before gently taking the child from her arms.

“Anything you need, I’ll get. I…I can even offer you Shaun’s crib. It’s still sturdy”, she says, watching her gently rock the child. Jun’s eyes overflow but he wipes them as he stands beside his wife and looks over the child.

“We would appreciate that”, he gently says, wrapping an arm around his wife as they head inside.

Doll watches them go in together with the child and she simply stands silently while the sun disappears and the moon makes itself known.

“You saved that kid, ya know”, Hancock says, coming to her side. “And who knows. Maybe in a way, you saved them, too”.

She says nothing as he wraps an arm around her and leads her back to her own house.

“Don’t worry, Doll. I’ll move the crib for ya”, he says, gently herding her to her room.

“But-“

He shakes his head.

“You’ve done your part for the day. You need the rest”

And for once, she quietly admits defeat.

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Yeeeee. That clears up at least one more draft in the stack of 15 I’ve got 😂

But I hope you guys enjoy it! Let me know what you think!

-Hancock’s Spouse

Assorted prompts #4

1.“It’s just a bad dream. I’ve got you, it’s okay.”        

2. “I wish that I never had met you.”    

3.“It’s so cold.”

“You need to hold on a bit longer, you are going to be fine. Just stay awake a little longer.”  

4.“Roses are red, violets are blue- ow. Fuck you!”      

5.“They have grown so much, it’s hard to believe  how little they used to be.”

6.“Have you stolen my shirt?”  

7.“Stop lying to me!”    

8.“I can’t breathe.”        

9.“Okay, start from the beginning, you lost me  right after you said that you punched someone.”

“That was the first thing that I said.”

10.“I  want another baby.”

11.“I  never want you to feel like you are alone.”            

12.“You  are the worst mistake I have ever made.”        

13.  “Where  am I?”            

14.  “Are  you day drinking?”

“It’s apple juice, not whiskey.”          

15.  “Say  goodbye to mama and papa, they’ll be back soon.”

[1-800-panicc]

(I believe in silly sex with Hancock)

"Next time," you murmured, out of breath with your head against his chest, "we're skippin' the circus act."

"Speak for yourself." Hancock shifted beneath your weight into a more comfortable position. "I thought it added character."

Like c'mon now. Shirt gets stuck over your head? Can't untie that stupid sash around his hips? Headbutting on accident? Kicking that fucker while trying to wiggle your pants off?

And don't even get me started on his laugh.

The man would be just as much amused as he was in love with this other side of you. Nobody was perfect—he sure as hell wasn’t—so why should the sex have to be?

[dez78]

Who did this to you, sunshine?

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Fandom: Fallout 4

Pairings: Hancock x Fem!Reader

Prompt: Who did this to you?

Warnings: Lots of cursing, Harassment, Blood

Summary: The mayor himself, steps in and solves all your problems.

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You had lived in Goodneighbor for the better part of eight years. Since Hancock has been office, you were a scavenger for Daisy. Meaning you also knew the cock sucker, Finn.

Every time he whistled your way, you sneered at him and slapped away his advances. It's been going on for more than a year. Whenever you left for a supply run, he'd slap your ass and blow you a kiss, every night at the Third Rail, he hit you up and tried buying you a drink.

It was getting tiring honestly, you didn't know how much longer you could take it. You wanted to beat the crap out of the son of bitch, but you couldn't. He was a guard and an assault on a guard was a crime.

You debated complaining to Hancock but decided against it. You had a nagging feeling Hancock would simply dismiss it as men being men.

It started out as a normal morning, you woke up and headed to Daisy's from your apartment, when Hancock of all people pulled you aside.

"What's up, mayor?" You questioned, caught off guard. The mayor hardly paid you any mind, unless you were delivering his chems personally. Or so you thought,

"Listen doll, this is kinda tricky for me to stay, so I'm just gonna say it." Hancock started, you blinked for a few seconds, thinking you were high on something.

"Wanna grab a beer with me later tonight?" Hancock asked, you were stunned. You'd be lying if you said you hadn't thought of the mayor impurely.

"Uh, sure. I just gotta do a supply run now, so maybe afterwards?" You countered his question with a suggestion.

"Sounds good." Was all Hancock said as he turned to walk away, a hint of a smile on his mouth. You melted on the spot; the mayor had asked to take you out. The butterflies settled in your stomach as you smiled stupidly.

You headed out of the town, but not before Finn greeted you with a firm swat to your left cheek, you winced with displeasure.

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It was late afternoon when you stumbled through the door of Goodneighbor. That supply run was a bitch. You had run into more trouble than you cared for. Otherwise, you were unharmed. You walked into town and Finn approached you.

"You look like shit." He told you, you could only frown.

"Not so pretty yourself." You growled venomously. You tired moving past him, but he stopped you.

"I can make you better." He offered, you snorted and turned your nose up.

"Like hell." You replied, you tried moving again, but this time he pinned you.

"Listen here, bitch. I've tried being nice, but this game is getting old." Finn snarled in your face, you looked away. He grabbed your face and forced you to look at him. You winced at the grip of his hand.

"Look at me when I'm talking to you." He spat angrily, you ripped from his grip and kneed him in the knads. He growled and held his groin.

"Bitch!" He cried as he slapped you across the face, you whimpered in pain. You looked up,

"Keep your hands off me, you piece of shit. Fuck you." You said as you spit in his face before storming off. You held your busted lip.

You grimaced as you held your jaw, Finn held you so tight, your skin bruised around your jaw and lips.

You couldn't care less and walked into the Third Rail, forgetting about your deal with Hancock.

When you arrived, the mayor was waiting for you,

"One beer, Charlie." You said, the mister handy went to the old fridge and fished out a beer. He slid it to you, and you opened,

"Geez, you had a bad day." Hancock voiced concern, you looked over at him and your eyes widened. He saw the bruises and busted lip in the light. His facial expression changed then.

"What happened?" He questioned, his voice dropped an octave and sent a chill down your spine.

"What?" You asked as you blinked at him dumbfounded, Hancock's finger grazed your injuries, his coal eyes fixated on the specific marks Finn left.

Hancock's eyes darkened, his breathing became ragged as he looked up at you.

"Who did this to you, sunshine?" He questioned. You were breathing heavily, and your mouth was terribly dry. You couldn't find the words, mostly because you didn't want to cause a scene.

"No one." You replied meekly.

"Don't be shy now." Hancock said to you, you looked up and replied shakily.

"Finn."

"That son of bitch!" Hancock snarled as he stood and marched out of the Third Rail, you followed quickly afterwards.

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Finn was keeping guard at the front gate, when a fist made contact with the back of his head. He flew forward and landed on his stomach, winded from the fall.

"Get up you piece of shit!" Hancock howled as he picked Finn up by the collar, he swung him around and slammed him against the wall.

"What kind of bastard bruises a woman!" Hancock cried, holding Finn off the ground by his collar.

"Bitch kept rejecting me." Finn replied angrily. Hancock was furious.

"You stupid bastard, you slapped my woman!"

Finn's eyes widened,

"What?" He said stunned.

"That's right, you slapped my woman, you sick fuck!" Hancock cried angrily.

He let the man go and punched him until he fell to the ground.

"Get up! Fight me like a man!" Hancock snarled kicking Finn.

"Unless you're not man enough, a man like you can't fight men. You can only beat on helpless women! Get up!" Hancock wailed picking Finn up off the ground himself.

You were speechless as you stood there, watching Hancock beating the crap out of the man who had harassed you for a year.

"What kind of man beats a woman!" Hancock yelled as he punched Finn again. His knuckles bloody and sore. The man struggled to get up.

"Had enough?" Hancock spat,

"Fuck you." Finn managed to gurgle as he spit blood out onto the ground. Hancock rolled his eyes and pulled out his pistol and shot the man dead.

"Fuck you too."

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Once Hancock got his composure back, he hurried over to you.

"Are you okay?" He asked with worry as he looked you over again,

"You shot him." You said, still speechless.

"Of course I did, nobody beats a woman on my watch. I don't give a fuck who they are." Hancock replied bitterly.

"Are you alright, sunshine?" He asked again, you nodded your head slowly. Hancock pulled you into a tender hug and held you in a close embrace in attempt to comfort you.

[jacketlovingfox]

...My Fallout phase is returning ☹️

̶H̶o̶p̶e̶f̶u̶l̶l̶y̶ ̶s̶e̶a̶s̶o̶n̶ ̶t̶w̶o̶ ̶o̶f̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶F̶a̶l̶l̶o̶u̶t̶ ̶s̶h̶o̶w̶ ̶r̶e̶t̶u̶r̶n̶s̶ ̶j̶u̶s̶t̶ ̶a̶s̶ ̶q̶u̶i̶c̶k̶l̶y̶

[elvishdemigod]

Fallout 4 AU Idea

Putting this out there because I'm sure as Helheim not gonna ever get to writing it.

But an AU where a full-affinitied-with-a-companion SoSu dies before they get into the Institute, and now out of a sense of respect or obligation or whatever their romanced/befriended companion goes looking for Shaun for them.

This always being before Blind Betrayal, this could even be more interesting with Danse.

I feel like MacCready would be so divided with what he finds out about Shaun, wanting to respect his lover's wishes and goals only to find out that goal lead to their son leading the boogeyman. And he might even think "What if it were Duncan?"

Same with Piper for the last thing, though she'd most likely be less divided and still want to put a full stop to the Institute.

There's also the companions you don't have romantic options with, like Nick (though can still add that if you want.) Him going into the Institute for his friend, especially after they helped with the Eddie Winter thing, could be very interesting.

Like I said, I ain't ever gonna get around to trying this. So if you wanna do it, go right ahead!

[fink0680]

Just gonna throw this out there bc I haven’t seen enough of it

I really want more content/fanfic about any of the human fallout characters x any of the ghouls doing this specific plot line:

Sad zombie apocalypse type vibes where the ghoul is slowly going feral and the human is in serious denial and refuses to leave them behind. Might eventually result in a case like that one fallout 4 quest where the brotherhood of steel guy was secretly keeping some ferals alive in a basement, where the human just ends up keeping their progressively more feral partner locked up in a room/building because they can’t bare killing them or letting them go ._.

I wanna write this now the voices are speaking. Please give me angst.

[maspaz]

sole getting shot for the first time and having to get the bullet taken out of their side

[hancocksspouse]

So I moved back from Hawaii in like September of 2020 and have been back in the south 👀 so now I suppose I can put this out there.

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Hancock would be a liar if he said he didn’t take a little pride in being king of the misfits. Head of the heathens. Emperor of the underdogs and lord of the outlaws. Sure, it sounded cool already and no one could deny that he was, without a doubt, the coolest ghoul in the commonwealth. But it was also gratifying to know that this is where all the wayward and unwanted could go and call home, no matter who rejected them.

And to be fully transparent, no other settlement in the ‘wealth could party like Goodneighbor.

The party currently in full swing had to be the best one they’d thrown yet, he had to admit.

It wasn’t every day you happened across a traveling band out in the wastes of Boston with a functional piano in tow. At first, he figured they were just another caravan passing thru but soon, Hancock had them convinced to play at the Third Rail since they were in town and they’d wholeheartedly get compensated. After all, this was Goodneighbor and he was Mayor Hancock.

So here they were, party in full swing, Charlie slinging drinks up and down the bar while Magnolia enjoys some leisure time. He looks over the room at the good time being had and his eyes soon land on Doll, seated on the couch towards the farther end of the room, her eyes staring blankly down at the drink in her hand and a small smile crosses his face as he heads her way.

The shift in the seat beside her grabs her attention when he makes himself comfortable and throws an arm over her shoulder.

“And what’s a Doll like you doing in a place like this?” He jabs, making her chuckle.

“Not much. Making sure my friend doesn’t end up half naked hanging off his own balcony in a few hours”, she says, taking a sip from her drink. “And what exactly is Mayor party animal doing sitting here with me when he could be neck deep in good company right now?”

He shakes his head and takes a long pull from his own drink.

“Makin’ sure my friend doesn’t spend the night sittin’ alone at a party, drownin’ in her own head when she could be spendin’ it with me. Besides, I quite like this company”, he grins at her. She rolls her eyes at him with a small smile.

“Questionable choice, but alright”

The sounds of the band tuning up catches his ear and he turns to see the singer take hold of the mic, giving the crowd a wave as all eyes go to him.

“Gotta say, it’s quite an opportunity Mayor Hancock has given us to be playing here in Goodneighbor”, the singer says, making the crowd in the room cheer. “So as a little thank you from us to him, I’d like to put this one out there for him. I’m sure he’ll enjoy it just as much as we’ve been enjoying our time in town”, he winks.

Hancock smiles with a nod.

“Huh. Charmin' guy, I gotta say. Wonder if they’d be interested in stayin' around town”, Hancock murmurs. The band begins playing and already, the patrons begin to move to the beat.

The beat alone makes him tap along with it and he turns his head to Doll.

“Dance with me”

She looks up at him for a moment, turning her head side to side and all around her before looking back at him, her look of confusion charmingly genuine.

“Wait, were you talking to me?” She asks, but he’s already standing, pulling her to her feet with him and wrapping an arm firmly around her waist with a smile as the singer soon joins the band.

Well, I've been living in sin for about a month

Something turns me round it's something that I just

Can't understand, the way I behave

Some people you can never save

Her arm automatically goes to his shoulder as she falls in step with him, her other hand clasped in his while she glances down to make sure she doesn't step on his toes.

“Not a bad tune he’s got goin’. Diggin’ the feel of it”, he smiles, twisting and turning them to the beat.

Doll can’t deny the heat she feels in her face and is suddenly incredibly grateful for the dim lights not revealing it as she also soon falls into the tune and moves almost automatically with him.

On my right hand, I've got a girl on my ear

And in my left hand, I'm throwing back a beer

What can I say of me, you steer clear?

When I'm driving down on Bourbon Street, yeah

She smiles a bit at the last line, loosening up as they dance together. it's effortless how they fall in step with each other, as if they had done this a hundred times over.

“I remember Bourbon Street”, she tells him, making him raise his brows in surprise.

“No shit? What was it like? Cause’ he’s makin’ it already sound like the place to be”, Hancock asks, twirling her again and she nods.

“It was known as the drinking capital of the south where the party never ends. You would’ve loved it. Hell, you would’ve probably ruled it”, she says, the music taking control of her movements more and more, making Hancock's own smile spread all the while.

“Damn. And how does it compare to my little piece of heaven here?” He asks, his thumb unconsciously rubbing circles against her back as he listens to her.

“Throw in Mardi Gras and bar crawls and it’d be a copy”, she reminisces. "Oh, you would've loved Mardi Gras so much".

Every night we throw this little soirée

I'm gonna turn her head until she's mine, all mine

Every night I breed a new disaster

I might be right, I might be wrong

Try to get away and I will bring you right along, so

Her awkwardness soon leaves her as they step and sway and move to the music and Hancock can’t help the way his chest warms as he sees her loosen up and have fun. Not just have fun, but have fun with him. Leave her reservations and overthinking behind for a moment to dance with him and tell him about things that she thinks he’d love.

The lyrics sink into his head and they make him chuckle a bit. Oh, if only it were that easy to make her fall in love with him, make her all his. But nothing worth having is ever easy to get and he would be a liar to say that he didn’t love these moments between them where even if it never happened, he’d still hold near and dear to his heart.

“You’re a damn good dancer, sister”, he chuckles as they continue to step and swing and twirl together. it doesn't dawn on her just how close they are for the simple fact it felt so natural to be with him like this. Close. Safe. Happy.

Sit back, have a seat

Sometimes salty, sometimes sweet

Hard to swallow, but fun to eat

You ain't never leaving Bourbon Street, come on

“Not as much as you’d think. Learned a thing or two when I was young but that's about it”, she says, pulling him along with her just as much as he was pulling her along with him.

“Well, those things are really payin’ off”, he says, the smile on his face remaining in place as they move. He wonders quietly if she knows how much he’s falling for her in this moment but the way she’s moving along with him so easily as she continues to chat tells him it hasn’t crossed her mind at all.

He liked that, though. The times in between where she simply went with the flow, not concerned with anything but having fun, just the two of them in a crowd alone together.

When I walk the street people step aside

Twirling my cane and smiling wide

Some would say I'm a carnal slave

I put my hands on what I crave

It was becoming increasingly clear to Hancock that perhaps the singer was able to glean more about him than he thought he did the further along the song went. He was either very observant or he made a point to ask around but regardless, he wondered how tacky it would be if he decided to have a 'theme song' play whenever he made his periodic announcements to the town.

it wasn't a lie. He did have a tendency to reach out and grab whatever it was that he wanted most, but that primarily applied to inanimate objects like chems. Alcohol. Explosives. All wonderful things that were fun to mix together, but if he were to put his hands on Doll the way he always wanted to, there'd be no way he'd ever manage to remove them. Just this alone, arm around her waist and hand clasped together tightly in hers, was enough to make him consider asking the singer to keep going purely so they could stay like this longer. So he could keep her pressed firmly against him, knowing she was safe while they swayed together in their own little world uninterrupted.

I'm the mayor of this crazy town

Where the queens will party with the clown

Try to swim with me and you're bound to drown

Throw you a line while you're going down, come on

"Wow, this guy really has your image figured out, huh?" she asks, puling him from his thoughts for a moment and he lets out a chuckle.

"Sounds like he does. Wonder if they're lookin' for a home base of some type. Wouldn't mind lettin' them stay around here for a spell, or maybe a bit more permanently", he says, grinning. He twirls her again and when he pulls her back to him, it's a bit more firmly, bringing their faces closer together than before and Hancock looks down at her for a moment before a smirk quirks up the corner of his mouth.

"I may be the mayor here, but if you're what he's talkin' about when he says queen, I'll be a clown for ya", he murmurs and a wave of heat comes flooding up to Doll's face quickly, surprised at his sudden statement.

"You can just ask me if I think a pickup line would work before you say it like that or else it's gonna sound like you were saying it to me", she says, the redness in her face still very present and Hancock can't help the way a laugh shakes his chest at her response to him playfully (and honestly) flirting with her.

"Oh, Doll. You're funny, ya know that?" he asks her, keeping their dance going. "Besides, what would you do if I was sayin' that to you?"

She doesn't expect him to ask her that and honestly, neither did he. He doesn't know where the little bit of boldness came from, but he can't say he regrets what he said. Maybe it's the alcohol, the chems, the music, or maybe it's just her, but he patiently waits for her to answer him as he enjoys the way she stutters and stumbles over her words in a manner that says she can't even comprehend how he would say something so bold to her.

"Wait, w-what?", she manages to respond and he smiles.

"You heard me. What would you do if I was sayin' that right to your pretty face, sister?" he says, leaning closer to her face. On the inside, he's also a stuttering, stumbling mess and if his skin allowed it, he would be blushing as well but she's none the wiser to it with the way he's leaned to her, looking at her with a smirk and his abyss colored eyes half lidded and focused on her own red brown ones.

She fumbles over her words as she tries to think of a coherent response to his sudden flirty question and behavior and all he's getting from her is stuttered nonsensical gibberish before she's leaning forward and hiding her face against his chest snuggly. The gesture makes him laugh and lean his head down against her hair.

"I'd call you a blind mole rat and then tell you to quit picking on me, you heathen", she says, muffled against his chest where only he can hear her. He raises a brow at her response.

Did his best friend just try to say that his best friend is ugly?

"See, that would insinuate that there was somethin' wrong with my eyes and that I was a liar and lemme tell ya, sister, I got 20/20 vision and ain't ever lied to you once, so do us both a favor and take that back 'cause my best friend is a goddamn sight", he says, lovingly telling her that her self-depreciation wasn't flying. Not tonight. Not when he's been swallowing down these thoughts and feelings for so long because if he doesn't, he's certain he'll scream it to all of the commonwealth from his balcony at the top of his lungs.

His best friend is beautiful, dammit.

Yeah, I know this street and I own this crowd

And my only companion is a lightning cloud

I seem real nice and easy to trust

Ashes to ashes and dust to dust

I'm gonna lead you a path to self-destruct

On this crazy train that I conduct

Perhaps a bit of his cocky bravado was mixed into his sudden boldness as well, but he couldn't say he liked the implication that he would only say she was pretty to pick on her. If she knew his thoughts on her all the time, then she would know that 'pretty' was barely scratching the surface of his thoughts.

A mildly embarrassed groan leaves her and he chuckles, his arm tightening around her sweetly as she hides against his chest, hand still clasped in his own.

"Don't you let me hear you talkin' down on yourself again, you hear me?"

"Alright, alright", she mumbles against his shirt before leaning her head back to look up at him. "That means I better not hear you say anything about your 'burnt up mug' either, you little shit".

He raises a brow, smile still stretched across his ilps before slowly nodding his head at her.

"Alright. Deal. Guess we're both just stuck bein' a couple a' pretty bitches, then", he says, their dance continuing on with a laugh.

And it's one, two, three, four

Soon, they're both right back to swinging and twirling and swaying together in perfect sync and Magnolia and Charlie can't help but notice and trade knowing glances at one another.

"I hope they don't think they're bein' subtle", Charlie sarcastically murmurs to Magnolia, who giggles around her drink.

"Oh, no. They just refuse to consider the feeling is mutual, that's all", she says, continuing to watch the two dance together as if they weren't just metaphorically dancing around their feelings, too.

Charlie shakes his head a bit, passing another beer down the bar.

"Wonder which one's gonna crack first", he sighs, turning back to his work. Magnolia laughs and continues listening to the band while watching their mayor and his best friend do their best to pretend they're not falling in love with each other more and more with each step they take together.

Every night we throw this little soirée

I'm gonna turn her head until she's mine, all mine

Every night I breed a new disaster

Might be right, might be wrong

Try to get away and I will bring you right along, so

The way they pull each other along the middle of the dance floor is enough for the other patrons to back up and give them space, creating a circle around the two giggling dancers who have yet to notice anything that isn't the other. MacCready even let's out an eyeroll before giving a small smile, sipping his drink as he soon makes his way back to his little corner once the crowd becomes too much for him.

"Geez, get a room, you two", he huffs under his breath along the way.

Sit back, have a seat

Sometimes salty, sometimes sweet

Hard to swallow, but fun to eat

You ain't never leaving Bourbon Street

By the time the song ends, they're both lightly panting, the dance having stopped and ended once again with them face to face, a smile on the both of them, arms still holding onto one another. It's the cheering and applause of the crowd around them that breaks them from their focus on each other and they look around to see everyone's eyes on them, the singer giving a small laugh into the mic.

"Looks like the mayor and his lady friend has some moves", he pokes and Hancock can't help but shake his head and laugh back, tipping his hat to him.

"What can I say? When the tune is right, the tune is right", he says, Doll held firmly to his side. "And I gotta say, brother, the tune was very right". The singer gives him a small bow in return before they begin tuning into the next song, giving them the chance to escape the crowd and take a breather themselves. Hancock snatches up a bottle as they pass Charlie's bar, signaling him to put it on his tab while he gets himself and Doll seated as they were before.

The top of the bottle is quickly popped and he takes a decent swig before passing it to her, who also takes a healthy swallow as they sit and relax together, his arm unconsciously still around her. She notices but doesn't bother to mention it or have him move it once she's realized how safe she feels under it so she settles for leaning her head on his shoulder while they watch the crowd.

"Ya know what, sister?" he asks. She shifts her head a bit to look up at him while he turns to look down at her. "I think I'd rather do this with you than hang off my balcony any day". A laugh leaves her and she shifts her head back down.

"Yea? Well...I think I'd rather do this with you than sit and drown in my own head any day, too", she says. She contemplates her next move for a moment when the thought crosses her mind to pull his arm around her tighter. To somehow bring them closer somehow someway. But a wave of doubt crosses her and she stops, remaining comfortable beneath his arm as they pass the bottle back and forth between them in a room full of people that can tell they're in love.

------

Your honor, I love them and I need to make these two idiots pine harder and literally dance around their feelings like two tiny clowns

-Hancock's Spouse

So

I’m working on another one shot and listening to one of my playlists and this gem comes on

https://youtu.be/2kQSFyq6mac

And now, I’m morally obligated to write ANOTHER one shot because nothing can convince me this isn’t a good song for Hancock. He would LOVE New Orleans.

God, I miss New Orleans...

[theskeletoninthegarden]

This may exist, Fallout 4 has been out for some time after all, but in the spirit of the wonderful BG3 Companion!Tav Ask List by @paarthursass I've thrown together a modified version for a companion!Survivor/Original Character. This was mostly done for my sake, but feel free to snag this, change it around, and reblog with your own answers.

General

Where can your Sole be recruited? Are they in the Boston Commons? In a Vault somewhere?

Do any companions that you may have with yourself at the time have any special comments or reactions upon meeting them?

Do they for other companions?

What general actions do they like or dislike? What perk would you gain upon maxing out their affinity?

What is their general combat style like?

What is their personal quest like?

What do they say when you dismiss them? What about when you pick them up again?

Are there any unique NPCs associated with them that you can encounter in the Commonwealth? What about in any of the DLC locations?

Are there any events in the game that trigger unique comments from them?

What do they yell during fights? What do they shout if Dogmeat is downed?

Story Specific

Do they have any particular feelings towards the separate factions?

Do they have any unique dialog upon entering the Institute? Meeting Father? Father's death?

Do they have any unique dialogue related to meeting the Brotherhood? Elder Maxon? Discovering Danse's condition?

How do they react to meeting the Rail Road?

Do they have any personal feelings about the events of Far Harbor? The Children of Atom? DiMA?

How is it they act during the events of Nuka World?

What about the Vault 88 situation, any comments to be had, there?

Romance

What is it like when you confess to them?

Any unique lines that they say upon waking up after sleeping with them around?

A Free Space. Share whatever you like!

[nochi-quinn]

Fic/Fluff/Kinktober, day 18

Fandom: Fallout 4 Relationship: Deacon/Female Sole Survivor (ish) Rated: T Words: ~650 Prompt: "Did you plan for this to happen?" (flufftober) Additional Tags: blood, unnamed character death, graphic description of death

"Deacon, so help me god, I will drop you where you stand." Her voice came out between clenched teeth, threatening tears and violence in equal measure. "Did you plan this? Is this one of your stupid lessons? Lesson three hundred and fuck you, you can't save everyone?"

[neocities][AO3]

[fallrimxreader]

psst hey I know i'm a couple months late but i saw the confession dialogue prompts list and like...nick valentine + "you deserve to know" just speaks to me

It's definitely still February. :P

It hadn’t taken long for Valentine to get feelings for Sole. He’d never expected himself to feel anything more than friendship for anyone. But Sole managed to sweep him off his feet. They were sweet, kind and funny. They were the greatest, most loyal and protective person he had ever met. The way they put themselves out for the commonwealth so quickly after just coming out of the vault, he thought they were quite unbelievable. Yet he kept his feelings to himself for a long time, not wanting to ruin the friendship he so dearly cherished.

People of the commonwealth were very fond of Sole, yet there were a few that disliked their friendship with Valentine. They would often make comments about how Sole should abandon him and get new friends. This disheartened Valentine slightly, occasionally he felt like he may have been holding Sole back from greatness by being at their side. But Sole would very quickly take those feelings way, telling him that he was the only friend they needed. Sole would threaten anyone who said something mean to Valentine, proving to him that they really did care for him.

Sole and Valentine entered Diamond city, tired after another successful but long quest. They walked past Takashi’s noodles, a Diamond city resident sat at the end of the bar. They turned to Sole, smiling.

“Sole! Welcome back.” He cheered.

“Thank you.” Sole replied politely.

“Why don’t you join me for a drink?” The man asked.

“No thanks, Nick and I are going home to rest.” Sole stated trying to walk past, but their arm was grabbed.

“You don’t want to go back with him. Stay here with me, I’m a real person, so I’m much more fun. Just give me a night to show you.” The man laughed. Sole roughly pulled their arm away.

“Nick is more of a real person than you ever will be. He’s kind, and warm and makes me happy. And I’d rather spend a million nights with him, than one night with you.” Sole spat harshly, then stalked away. If Nick had a heart, it probably would have skipped a beat from hearing those words. He never asked Sole to stand up for him, but the fact they did anyway made him love them more. Together they walked past the civilian and back to Nick’s agency. Once inside Sole plopped down into a chair with an exhausted sigh. Nick kept standing, his mind deep in thought.

He wondered if Sole meant those words. But of course they did, otherwise they wouldn’t have said them. How he makes them happy, how he’s warm and Sole thinks of him as a real person. He wondered what else Sole thought of him. They often told him how much they cared about him, but he always wondered if it was platonic, or romantic.

This was the millionth time Sole had defended Nick. He pondered if they did it just because they were friends, or if Sole had a more personal reason to defend him.

He was worried, saying something might ruin their friendship. But Sole had been with him for so long, they had confided their deepest thoughts and worries with him. They put their life on the line for him, so many times, he felt they deserved to know how he truly felt about them in return.

“Hey Sole, would you mind if I take a few minutes of your time?” Valentine asked.

“You can have all my time Nick. What’s up?” Sole replied. Their words made him smile, even if they didn’t realize what they were doing they always said something to make him feel warm inside.

“I think, you deserve to know.” He took a second to think. He hadn’t planned out what he was going to say, this was just a spur of the moment. So, he didn’t quite know how to start. He wanted it to be perfect, the next words were some of the most important he could ever say.

“Know what?” Sole looked at him quizzically a single brow raised.

“You deserve to know, how I feel about you. We’ve been working together for some time now, and I have come to really enjoy your company. More than anyone else, and I quickly realized that I have fallen in love with you.” It was simple, yet sweet and straight to the point just like him. He watched Sole’s face flush red, and quickly turn into a wide grin. They leapt onto him, embracing him into a tight hug. He instinctively wrapped his arms around them, holding Sole close.

“Oh Nick. I love you too. I have for a long time.” He had hoped to hear those words, they made everything feel right. Now that he heard those words, he felt complete, like his whole world had just gotten bigger and brighter. He knew that going forward everything was going to be ok, because Sole loved him back and that was the most important thing. He held Sole tightly, kissing the top of their head.

“A lot of people ain’t going to be happy about this, about us.”

“I don’t care what they think. All I care about is you Nick, and how happy you make me. If they have a problem, I’ll stick a sock in their mouth so they can’t say anything.”

“You may run out of socks doing that.” Nick said, making Sole laugh. Nick was honored to be the one that Sole loved, he hoped he would be able to give them a good life.

“It’s going to be me and you doll, against the world, ok?”

“That’s all I’ve ever wanted.” Sole pulled back from the hug, their hand reaching up to gently caress Valentine’s cheek. He leaned into the touch, placing his own hand upon Sole’s face. He leant forward, resting his forehead against Soles.

[depressed-sock]

Alright I've been holding onto this because I thought I was gonna do a fic with it but that's not happening lol

So I'll go ahead and take prompts for this. For the time being I'm sticking with dragon age, mass effect, fallout 4, and assassin's creed (Desmond centric prompts only). For whatever left over prompts I have after a few days I'll open it up for Fallen Hero and Wayhaven prompts. (For pc's I'll either default to nuetral or my own oc's)

[willinglyghoulified]

ooooohh taking questions for Hancock and Gwenora, or Solas and Annessa ♥

Fandom OC Ask Meme

⟢⋱⟡☾ a collection of asks for OCs belonging to specific fandoms

How does (canon character) feel about your OC?

How does your OC feel about (canon character)?

Has your OC ever made (canon character) laugh? / What about cry?

Do your OC and (canon character) ever cross paths?

Which canon character annoys your OC?

What canon character gets annoyed by your OC?

Which canon character respects your OC most? What gained that respect?

Which canon character doesn’t respect your OC whatsoever?

Which canon character does your OC respect a lot?

Which canon character does your OC not respect at all? Why?

Which canon character is pissed off by the general presence of OC? (we all have those people)

Does your OC have a crush on anyone?

Who would probably have a crush on your OC?

Who would your OC most likely to get a puppy-crush on? (but it can’t be the cc they’re actually shipped with!)

Who would your OC say is their best friend?

Who would call your OC their best friend?

Who has brought your OC to tears before?

Who has your OC made cry?

Is there someone your OC didn’t like at first, but then got along with later?

Is there someone your OC liked at first, but then grew to dislike?

Who does your OC hate?

Who does your OC love? (platonic)

Who does your OC love? (familial)

Does your OC love anyone? (romantic)

Has your OC ever had to let a canon character down easy?

Has your OC ever been rejected by a canon character?

Did your OC bear witness to anyone’s full character arc?

What is the worst thing your OC does in their story?

What is your OC’s ‘‘darkness moment’’ in the plot?

What is your OC’s redemption moment?

Is there a canon character that your OC needs to ask forgiveness towards?

Is there a canon character your OC needs to forgive?

Is there anyone who your OC would die for?

Is there a canon character who would die for your OC?

[spstyleweek]

Guidelines // NSFW Prompts // Pinned Post

Style Week 2024 is a ship week celebrating South Park's very own Super Best Friends from November 3rd - 9th. Each day has 2 prompts to choose from, where you can draw, write, craft, edit, make a playlist, etc! Descriptions of the prompts are listed below for inspiration, but feel free to interpret them in your own way.

SFW PROMPTS

DAY 1: Nostalgia, Soulmates

DAY 2: Fandom Crossover/Cosplay — Personality/Body Swap

DAY 3: Apocalypse, Mythology

DAY 4: Band, Favorite Style Alter Ego

DAY 5: Fashion, Camping

DAY 6: Free Day

DAY 7: Marriage/Wedding, Fankids

Further explanation and suggestions for themes are listed below.

♡ DAY 1 ♡

Nostalgia: Childhood memories; before they were together; their first meeting, date, kiss, etc.

Soulmates: AUs! Soul marks, writing that appears on their skin from each other, seeing color for the first time when they meet!

♡ DAY 2 ♡

Fandom Crossover/Cosplay: Animal Crossing, Evangelion, Pokémon, whatever other fandoms you enjoy!

Personality/Body Swap: Stan and Kyle swap personalities, or bodies, or both!

♡ DAY 3 ♡

Apocalypse: Alien invasion, nuclear fallout, zombies, etc.

Mythology: Angels, demons, Gods, demigods, nymphs, vampires, werewolves, famous myths, etc.

♡ DAY 4 ♡

Band: Crimson Dawn, Fingerbang, Moop, or your own AU! 

Favorite Style Alter Ego: Favorite outfit of theirs: Stan Marshwalker/Elf King Kyle, Toolshed/Human Kite, World of Warcraft Style, etc.! Feel free to mix and match.

♡ DAY 5 ♡

Fashion: Y2K, grunge, historical fashion, etc.

Camping: Style ventures into the woods (or just their backyard!). Stargazing, roasting marshmallows, scary stories!

♡ DAY 6 ♡

Free Day: Anything! If you wanted to do something that wasn’t mentioned, feel free to make this day your own!

♡ DAY 7 ♡

Marriage/Wedding: Getting engaged, elopement, wedding party (big or small), their first dance, cake eating, etc.

Fankids: Original characters or Post Covid kids!

[118dailydrabble]

Welcome to 118 Daily Drabble

118 Prompts; 118 Words; 100 Days

Starting November 27th, around 1:00pm EST, a one word prompt will be posted to this blog for 100 consecutive days ending on March 6th. Anyone who wants to can use the word to write a 9-1-1 drabble that equals exactly 118 words. This is a real drabble challenge.

General Rules:

Drabbles must be 118 words exactly. (Since different word counters sometimes give different results, we are using AO3 as a standard.)

The word of the day must be included in your drabble. However, the words themselves do not need to be exact. For example, if the word is zip, it could be used as zip, zipping, zipper, zipped, and unzip. The words may also have double meanings and can be used either way. For example, complex can mean both difficult or can mean a group of similar buildings. Both would be accepted.

There are 18 words that can be used as replacement words throughout. For example, say the word of the day is goal but you can’t think of anything, you can use one of the 18 replacement words instead.

If you aren’t a writer or are inspired to create something for a prompt that isn’t writing, please feel free! As long as the creation incorporates the prompt, it is allowed. (Other creations could be art, poetry, podfic, etc.) 

Content Rules: 

Drabbles must use characters from 9-1-1 on ABC. (You can write for 911LS if you’d like, but only drabbles from 9-1-1 on ABC will be reblogged and/or accepted as part of the collection.)

There are no content restrictions. As long as your fic is tagged appropriately, you can write whatever you want. (This includes ratings, warnings, ships, etc. We are not here to police writing, only to encourage it.) 

Crossovers and original characters are accepted as long as the main focus is on 9-1-1 on ABC.

Drabbles can be posted to the 118 Daily Drabble AO3 Collection here or using the tag #118dailydrabble.

FAQ:

Do the drabbles have to be 118 words? 

Yes! That’s the fun and challenge of the event. (To be honest, I will not be checking every single word count for the drabbles… but I trust everyone not to lie to me. Please don’t lie to me, I’m fragile.) 

Do I have to write every single day if I choose to participate?

Absolutely not! You can choose to write as little as 1 prompt or all 118, that’s totally up to you! 

Do I have to post my drabbles on AO3? 

Nope! There will be a collection for them, but you can also just post to Tumblr/X/Bluesky/Internet-Place if you prefer. This event will only have a Tumblr in terms of reblogging content but feel free to use the tag #118dailydrabble on other platforms.

Can I make a chaptered fic on AO3 for this event?

Absolutely. If you choose to do a chaptered fic, each drabble must be its own chapter, though.

What are the extra 18 words?

1. Dosed 2. Broken 3. Rage 4. Malfunction 5. Fallout 6. Fools 7. Powerless 8. Jinx 9. Survivors 10. Panic 11. Cursed 12. Recovery 13. Capsized 14. Buzzkill 15. Masks 16. Confessions 17. Hotshots 18. Wannabes

Have more questions? Feel free to send an ask here!

[demigoddessqueens]

Masterlist 11

Writing Drabbles

Intimacy

avert your eyes

SFW writings

Match up pairings - Valkyrie // Trevor Belmont // Alucard // multi-fandom pairing //

Song 🎶 fics - Vax fic // Percy fic // Grog // Caleb // Cadeuces // Grog - fic 2 //

Song fic: multi-party - Pike/Jester/Laudna //

Pretty Little Liars 💋/Original Sin 🔪- being mouse’s sibling //

Genshin Impact - Neuvillette flirting //

Game of Thrones/House of the Dragon 🐉- aegon + writing prompt // aemond headcanons // incorrect quotes // jock 💪 aemond //

Ewan Mitchell - Martin (in the modern world) //

The Decameron - Dr Dioneo fluff // Dioneo and the artist //

Hades - making out with Moros //

Marvel

MCUniverse - Namor + female general // Paradox ⚡️ headcanons // incorrect quotes // incorrect quotes 2 // incorrect quotes 3 // incorrect quotes 4 // incorrect quotes 5 //

Werewolf by Night - Jack Russell fluff //

X-Men - relationship headcanons //

Bridgerton - Benedict SFW (+ NSFW) //

Fallout - found family + Lucy //

Dune - Chani + sister!figure //

Ultraman Rising - kenji x male!reader //

A Quiet Place: Day One - dating Eric //

Monkey Man - writing prompt ask //

Blood of Zeus ⚡️- ares x Hindu!god!reader // Dionysus with pregnant!reader + twins // hard to get Ares // can’t carry a tune 🎶 // Hermes and Apollo twins // sneaking with Poseidon // childhood friend // rise of Venus 💕 // friends of monsters // plus size reader //

Critical Role 🎲

Vox Machina - thicc thighs // (my darling) yandere // grog + sorcerer!reader // Percy + harpy kiss // yandere Vax and Percy // bard oc + scanlan // kidnapped?! // wild witch 🧙// domestic + affectionate //

Mighty Nein - hold my ale // you get separated // flirting as a bard 🎵//

Bell’s Hells - constellation Druid //

Other -

Dungeon Meshi - toshiro headcanons //

Castlevania/Nocturne 🌙 - once upon a December // Fae healer lover // fall asleep on their shoulder // Trio + modern au // lover’s voice kink // divine paladin, cleric // roasts and insults // richter + elf!reader // sugar 🍬 rush //

Assassins Creed - Kenway friend // drunk Haytham // Connor and author s/o // the cuddling type // gyaru reader // altair and day off // Altair and eagles // Malik headcanons // markings of Eden // supportive Altair //

Codexmonthly prompts

July “magic”

August “rooftop”

September “leap”

Baldurs Gate - linking pinkies // peck 💋 on lips // practicing “I love you” // Gale + insecure!body reader // blue dragon in the rain // too close to call //

Batstarion 🦇 Week 2024 - day 6 // day 7

Star Wars - Rey skywalker + reader with anxiety //

NSFW writings

Twisters 🌪️ - sweet darlin //

Critical Role 🎲

Multiparty - match freak //

Vox Machina - lover & giver // ride of your life //

Mighty Nein - your reward + round 2 //

Bell’s Hells - braius fic //

Castlevania - you taste good (ft C.R.) //