#power washing in preston

[slocumjoe]

Do you have any grab-bag headcanons for the companions? (SFW or NSFW, whatever you're in teh mood for!)

COMPANION HEADCANON SAMPLE PLATTER PART 4 I THINK??

Cait; Actually pretty mellow as a person, like, down to her bones, she's...not quite laid back, but she isn't as hotheaded or firey as people think. Trauma and addiction will give you that reputation, though. Once she's off the chems, eased up on the booze, and gotten herself to a healthier place all around, Cait is more like your friend's older, alternative sister in college who buys you Pizza Hut for your sleepovers, than a loudmouth riot girl. It surprises Cait, too. She's got her own way of looking out for people, but once she's got your back, you know it.

Codsworth; functions as a stand-in secretary for the mayor of Sanctuary that is the Sole Survivor. Most people report or complain to him, if not Sturges or Preston. He has a better, less fallible memory, and has a knack for managing things on his own. Sure, sometimes "managing things on his own" means getting a group to fix the water system, sometimes it means personally torching a band of raiders scoping out the outskirts of town. He gets things done. Keeps meticulous record of anything he's told and anything he does "on the clock."

Curie; absolutely loathes working with Wasteland doctors. Very rarely do they stand up to her high, high standards. They have no degrees—understandable, there are no colleges anymore. They don't wash their hands. They don't have basic understanding of anatomy. They don't know what goes in the simplest medicine. Her greatest pet peeve is the more...superstitious healers. If you hold up a rock and say it fixes bones, Curie won't cuss you out, but you'll think for a moment, she just might. Her usual method of handling is to simply guide and educate where she can. But if the week has been full of people just sticking needles in places and praying, her nerves get shot to shit.

Danse; if you end up in a settlement, and Danse goes missing for a bit, just follow the sound of kids. He always attracts kids, drawn to his power armor. Sometimes they just want to watch it move, sometimes they have questions. Usually they want to be picked up. Danse is too soft to say no. He can end up stuck in a loop of playing with local kids, telling the child-friendly stories he has, maybe giving them some pointers with firearms or how to take down a wasteland monster. If you have to pull him way, his puppy eyes are sadder than any of the kids'. Always wanted to have a small family of his own, but resigned to the fact that he'd never have one.

Deacon; Polyglot, but can't speak any language beyond English. He can read other languages, though. Spanish and German are his strongest. This happened largely because his small school growing up had to use books that weren't wholly English. Things just spiraled from there. He can understand a few other languages, but speaking himself...he makes Curie cry with his French. As for his Italian, if he took out some of the, for lack of better word, Mario-isms, he'd be able to hold a conversation with Nick. As things stand, Nick starts hitting him with the fedora until he stops butchering the language.

Gage; really good with kids, though most take one look at him and see a monster. He tends to draw younger adults, fresh off their farm and new in the frying pan that is raider-dom. He usually tells them to go the fuck back home. Most of them aren't cut out for it. They're there because they're scared, they're hungry. They're angry. They want, want, want. Those kinds don't last. Once they're fed, they get the first payout, they get their first kill, they've had enough and want to go home. And Gage, he does get them back home, if they don't listen the first time. You tried. You saw what this life was like. You're still a kid. Go back home, don't tell your ma and pa what you did, and if you see anyone you just worked with, shoot to kill. He doesn't know why he does it. Why he lets them go.

Hancock; Could have been a championship chess player in another life, chems or not. He's smart as shit, quick on his feet, and can read someone's game before they even set it up. He learned to play chess from his neighbor in DC, an older Ghoul gentleman everyone just called Bubblegum. Bubs got his name for always having bubblegum on him, and giving pieces to whoever beat him or just improved at chess. Hancock liked gum, and his parents didn't allow it. So, he was always playing against Bubs after school, hoping to either win, or at least impress the guy enough to get another piece of candy. Bubblegum moved west after the Ghoul exile, but Hancock likes teaching the few young'uns of Goodneighbor chess and any other tricks he knows. If they catch on, they get a gum.

MacCready; Actually a rather quiet, withdrawn person. People he likes/gets close to tend to think of him as more extroverted, more of a rowdy young man like you'd think. Nope. He gets that way once he's really comfortable with someone. If he's not...doesn't talk much. If it's business, he's a bit more sociable, but Mac isn't the type to, say, chat at the bar with strangers, or make small talk with a shop owner. It's a mix of shyness and his more brusque side. If he sticks around one place, he'll open up, and such is the case with Goodneighbor, but if they remember him at all, majority of people will remember thinking he was mute.

Nick; Was a theater kid. The moment he could go into theater at school, he did, and it consumed his teenage years. His favorite play to perform was Hamlet, obviously, and even at a young age, he had a strong voice, so he was often the titular character. This gave him a complex. You don't recite Poe unprovoked without being a little bit pretensious. Aside from the Theater Kid Ego, Nick was different from his peers in that he lacked mental illness (it would come later). Half of his negotiation and de-escalation skills were honed to a fine point, trying to keep Heather and Back Up Veronica #4 from trying to method-act. Nick would later stare down gun barrels and feel less fear.

Piper; Potentially suffers from arthritis, or will in the future. It could be from overworking her hands from writing, or fiddling with her printing press, but the first knuckles on her hands and her wrist joints ache frequently. The pain varies, but putting pressure on her hands usually helps, hence her fondness for fingerless gloves. She wears them a bit too small for the pressure. Piper can always tell when its about to rain or radstorm, because her hands flare up. She jokes that its a superpower, but suffers from anxiety about potentially struggling to use her hands, if she gets older.

Preston; there are few ways to really aggravate Preston, but if you wanna, restrain any limb in any capacity, or touch him from behind or to the side. Y'know how people will sometimes grab another's arm, like, while laughing, but quickly let go and not mean much by it? Preston hates it. He doesn't like any limb being pushed down or held back. As for the touching from behind, he's a bit like a horse. Approach from the front and telegraph the movement. If you try to hug him from behind, or read over his shoulder, God forbid lean on it, you're cruising for an elbow to the crotch. He doesn't mean to, it's just muscle memory, instinct.

X6-88; nosy bitch. He wants to know everything about everyone, and will shamelessly and explicitly poke and prod to get the information. This man will ask pointed questions about your husband that you don't want to answer, not just because it's X6 and you don't know him, but because you don't want to know the answer. He's that kind of person. Oh, you complain about your child? Well, why did you have one? Didn't want an abortion? Kept it for the husband? Well, do you like your husband? No? Did he even want kids? Also no? So, why did you have a kid? Sometimes, X6 isn't even trying to be deliberately confrontational, like a therapist from hell. He has moment of honest, if not overzealous, curiosity. But most of the time, he's just throwing shit in your face.

[bluejaysandblackbats]

The Brother Trap

Fandom: DC Comics, Flashfam

Summary: Owen wants to connect with his half-brothers for the first time. Luckily for him, they all go to the same university. Will bad blood between twins keep Owen from the family of his dreams, or is he the missing piece they've always needed?

Chapters: 2/?

Characters: Owen Mercer, Axel Walker, Thad Thawne, Bart Allen, Meloni Thawne, Deborah Morgna, Preston Lindsay, President Thaddeus Thawne Mention

Relationships: Owen Mercer/Axel Walker, Thad Thawne/Deborah Morgna, PrestonBart

Additional Tags: POV Third Person, College AU, Angst and Fluff, Family Dynamics, Family Issues, No Powers AU

Chapter Two: Gamer Mom

Bart sniffed his sweater, and Meloni threw it in the washing machine. "If you have to smell it, it's dirty," Meloni whispered. Bart rubbed the back of his neck and chuckled. "How was your week?"

"It was good," Bart mumbled, "We're worldbuilding right now, and then I took my midterms. I think I did alright."

Meloni took the sheets out of the dryer and carried them to the couch. "You did your best. That's all that matters, Sunshine," she whispered. Bart met with her in the living room and helped her fold their blankets. After they were done, she packed his sheets neatly into his laundry basket. "You know, you don't have to wait every other week to do laundry... You and Thad could just—."

Bart slipped away and went into the kitchen, and Meloni followed him. "I thought you two were getting along better," Meloni whispered.

"Why? Did he say something? Because he's lying," Bart replied defensively. Meloni chuckled and opened the fridge. She always laughed it off, but it hurt her deep down that Thad and Bart couldn't get along. She tried not to push. Don always warned her not to force the boys' closeness.

Bart made tuna sandwiches, and Meloni poured lemonade into two glasses. "It's nothing that he said... It's just a feeling I got from him. I love you both, you know?" Meloni whispered. Bart nodded, and she wiped a smudge off his cheek. She opened two small bags of chips and poured the contents out on a plate.

"Love you too, Mom," Bart mumbled. He gave her a quick embrace and took their plates to the living room. "What've you been up to?"

She brought the lemonade in from the kitchen and plopped down beside him on the couch. "You know, just boring mom stuff. Finally convinced the other moms to go to laser tag," Meloni half-joked, "Helena seemed a little out of her element, but—." Bart's eyes widened.

"You were serious?" Bart asked.

"Yeah! It was so much fun. And you were so right about it being intense in the moment," Meloni smiled. Bart bit into his sandwich and listened as she talked. Meloni was thrilled to tell Bart about her budding friendships with the other moms. She didn't have very many friends growing up, so it meant a lot to her to have friends, even if they were just the mothers of Bart's friends. "And then I went to the movies with Helena."

"Like a date?" Bart asked casually. Meloni's eyes widened, and she leaned back into the couch. "Mom?"

"Hm?" Meloni asked as she took a huge bite of her sandwich. "Issh not a date." He turned back toward the tv and nodded.

Bart finished his sandwich, and they didn't say anything else for a while. A random action series played on the tv, but they were more focused on finishing lunch. "Do you date anybody at all?" Bart asked. "I mean, aren't you lonely?"

"I don't really think about dating. My life's far too exciting to be dating... I mean... I have the mom group thing and the work junk, and I'm a gamer now," Meloni replied. Bart chuckled softly to himself. "What's so funny about being a gamer mom?"

"Nothing," Bart smiled, "But you know, it's okay if you wanna start dating." Meloni looked at Bart, and before she could address what he said, her phone rang.

"Sorry, Sunshine. I'll be right back," Meloni apologized as she rushed upstairs to her room and answered her phone. "Hi, Sweetpea."

"Mom, I just wanted to return your call because you didn't leave a message," Thad answered. Meloni sat down at the foot of her bed. "Are you busy?"

"No, I'm not busy... What's wrong?" Meloni asked. She squeezed her knee as she awaited an answer.

"Nothing, I just wanted to tell you you were right. I went to that party, and I think I made a friend. He wants to meet up during the week and play rugby with his friends," Thad reassured her.

Meloni was so excited that Thad was making friends. She didn't hear anything after that. "That's such good news," Meloni smiled to herself. She'd never say it out loud, but she always feared Thad would have the same struggles with making friends that she did. "Sorry, you said something about hanging out?"

"Yeah, he wants to play rugby... Um, Mom?" Thad asked.

"Sweetpea, it's not—."

"What the hell is rugby?" Thad interrupted. Meloni chuckled out of surprise. Thad laughed too.

"I'll look into it... Listen, are we still on for next weekend?" she asked.

"Laundry and cards?" Thad asked.

"Yeah, and maybe you can invite your new friend, and we'll play cards," Meloni suggested, "And you can meet one of my mom friends."

"I'll see. Love you, Mom," Thad replied. She frowned and pressed her palm against her forehead. Meloni was afraid of overstepping her boundaries. Bart wasn't as prone to humiliation as Thad, so she never knew when she'd struck a nerve.

Meloni started back downstairs. "I love you too," she whispered before Thad hung up. Meloni plopped down next to Bart on the couch, and he lay his head on her lap. "Do I suck?"

Bart wrinkled his forehead. "No," Bart answered, "I think you're the coolest... Well, maybe the second coolest. 'Cause Conner's mom. Actually, the third coolest." Meloni playfully hit him with a pillow.

"I'll be second to Conner's mom, but there is no way I'm the third coolest mom," Meloni chuckled. She didn't tell him that she talked to Thad. It wasn't something that she wanted to argue about. Besides, it wasn't like he didn't already know.

[cljordan-imperium]

@dreaminggoblin - I also have more if you need them

Preston - human? Not sure what time he comes from, past or future, but washed up on the shore one day immediately knowing everything about everyone around him, except that their lives are in a completely different time. At times he seems to time slip and can take those who he knows from his other life with him. No one is quite sure what he is, yet.

Ember - Phoenix. The only problem is that when she rises from the ashes she has her memory completely wiped.

Azio - White owl shifter, knight and soldier. Highly skilled and if placed in the present day can use his avian vision to help him zero in on a target without having to use a high powered scope.

[the-void-writes]

Find The Word Game

Thank you so much @agrimedena-drax for the tag!

The chosen words were: Petal, Fire, Lost, Tear, and Blade.

TW for mentions of blood

PETAL | For All Eternity

Gazali held out his palm as another flame appeared. He brushed it gently, like stroking the petals of a flower.

“Would you like to make a star?”

The crowd around them cheered. Will looked around nervously.

“Your majesty, I don’t have that kind of power.”

“You’re a Divine one, Will. Your magic is no different from mine.” He held out the flame. “Go on, don’t be shy.”

Will hesitated before holding his hand out. The flame passed easily from Gazali to him, floating above his palm like a little pocket of warmth. It didn’t burn him, at all. He wondered, for one small moment, if this was what it felt like for Lydia.

FIRE | SOLM

The investigation in Hawthorn was becoming increasingly difficult the longer Tristan spent around Cyrus. He had a job to do, people to find and hopefully save… but he couldn’t help his infatuation. No one had ever been so kind and inviting to him before. Both Cyrus and his equally-lovely spouse, Val, were incredibly welcoming. Tristan still shivered with delight at the memory of the two lords holding him close, cold to the touch and yet full of such fire.

LOST | The Freaks Of Preston

“Vesely said the Shapiro child is here,” the soldier said. “You can’t let him in, sir.”

Jason crossed his arms. “And why is that?”

“Did you see what he did here last time? We lost five good soldiers because of him.”

“Well, they’re not dead, and they can’t beat any more of our patients, so I’d say Will’s done us all a favor.”

“Sir, please, we’re begging you to send him back.”

“An injured child walked in here, begging for help, and you want to send him away?!”

TEAR | The Freaks Of Preston

Mary yelped as the bulbs burst one-by-one, turning the house into a black void, save for the flashing red and blue lights from outside. Isaiah turned, still expecting Will to be on the stairs, but the boy had crept up to him, his neck wet with his own blood. Dark blue eyes, reddened from tears, bore into Isaiah’s soul.

“William?”

Will blinked at him slowly. The flashing lights made the fury in his eyes more intense.

“Go wash up, before the police see you.”

Isaiah went to grab him, but Will raised his own hand, freezing Isaiah’s arm in place. He struggled in Will’s grasp, panic setting in his expression.

“William—” His voice trembled. “—let me go.”

BLADE | The Birth of Paradise

The guards tried to control the restless crowd. Amidst the distraction, Javi took his sword, reached over the side of the boat, and swung it at the twine that tethered them to the dock. The blade sliced through it with ease. Javi felt the boat jolt forward as it floated out from the port. The fisherman tried to grab the cut twine, but it slipped through his hands.

“Thieves!” he shouted.

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I’ll tag @bloodlessheirbyjacques @circa-specturgia @tryingtimi @magefaery @whimsyqueen @kashacreates @jessica-writes22 @sergeantnarwhalwrites and whoever else wants to join 💖

Your words are: Crowd, Green, Sunlight, Bread, and Believe.

[thornfield13713]

Do you have any favourite settlement-building things, and how do you explain them narratively (since I know narrative is a big thing for you)

Uh...I'm pretty proud of how the Red Rocket turned out! It's set up very much as Georgia's own home, and I used a lot of junk to make it feel homey and lived-in - she's got a teakettle and a lot of mismatched scavenged cups, that golden grasshopper she found on a case with Nick, a cat, a little vegetable garden, lots of posters...and also two yellow buses on the roof, which have been pressed into service as 'guest bedrooms' for anyone who might happen to come and stay - so, her friends, passing Minutemen, occasional Railroad agents on the way up to Mercer safehouse. I am not explaining how the buses got up there. They just...did. Don't worry about it. I kind of regret that we can't get radchickens, even once they're a thing in Far Harbor, because a coop of those would've been a nice addition.

In terms of other settlements...well, first thing I did once I had access to the Vault-Tec reactors from Vault 88 was swap out Sanctuary's reactors for one - I love using Vault elements in Sanctuary, because it made a lot of sense to me that the settlers there would take everything that wasn't nailed down out of the Vault for their own use or to be repurposed in various ways. I know a lot of people like to wait and leave it, but for me, it made sense to make use of it as a resource, and to bury the dead of Vault 111 as quickly as possible, even if that isn't an in-game possibility. One of the keystones of Georgia and Preston's early friendship is that he helped her bury Sam. But it made sense that they'd want to take the reactor, and that the reactor for that Vault would be a very powerful one, as on top of all the other running costs of a Vault, it also needs to power all those cryo pods apparently indefinitely. Oh, also, one house is set up for MacCready and his son, and another is designed as Preston and Sturges' place, since I started shipping them after a while (refitted by the end of the game to include a bedroom for Synth Shaun, since I've headcanoned Sturges taking him in).

I also had some fun with Home Plate - first setting it up as a family home for Georgia and a ten-year-old Shaun, and then stripping everything out after the Institute reveal and leaving it bare until after the endgame, at which point it got converted into the Minutemen headquarters in Diamond City - somewhere for recruits from the Great Green Jewel to meet and work, and a bunkhouse for Minutemen who happen to be passing through on the way to somewhere else.

Also, in larger settlements, I like to have bathhouses. It just makes sense to me that, rather than deal with hauling water to one's own home to bathe, there'd be a business or two set up that took advantage of a prime location near the pumps/filters to be the place where you can go and rent a bathtub and maybe a private room/sectioned-off area to wash in. I mostly put these in settlements that approach 'small town' in size, though, as opposed to smaller homesteads where building space is at a premium.

Oh, and the Castle. I am very proud of the Castle. I don't think I've ever needed to fire a shot myself when the place has been attacked in-game. And, of course, we've got missile launchers facing out over the water this time, to make absolutely sure that if there's another Mirelurk Queen incident, it's going to go differently this time. I've also set up greenhouses inside the walls, and an additional pair of water pumps in addition to the purifier, because I really didn't want to consider the possibility of somebody cutting off access to the one outside the walls.

Starlight Drive-In is pretty neat, too - I love using all the neon I can in this build. I really like the idea of the town of Starlight City maybe one day growing into the northern Commonwealth's answer to Diamond City, and using a lot of film posters and neon gives it a very distinct character.

[jsprswow]

YOOO I adore your fo4 oc so much, his design is really cool! It reminds me of like early 2000s CN or Hanna Barbara in a nostalgic way, vv appealing— & I also love that he’s paired up w/ the vault tec rep!! Anymore lore + info on Sutton? c: You’ve got an awesome art style 💥💖🎉

Oh tysm! That really means a lot to me to hear, Sutton means a lot to me so hearing somebody really likes him makes me go :} Also glad to hear his Hanna Barbara insp comes thru rlly well. I take a lot of 50s/early 60s insp for Sutton but I try not to make him overwhelmingly just someone who wears the aesthetic of it --- but rather lived in it, if that makes sense.

As for lore ... there's honestly a lot I could say about Sutton, way too much for just one post --- but I could share some of my favorite facts about him!

Sutton's big eye scar comes from the introduction Deathclaw fight. The power armor ran out of power and he had to step out of it where the Deathclaw then nicked him, missing his eye thankfully but nevertheless scarring him.

The reason Sutton's eyes are always so red looking is because he has permanent Photokeratitis, also known as Snow Blindness, due to his eyes being open the entire time during his 200 year cold ass nap. So they're always irritated and bright lights really mess with him, he kinda just powers through this though because most sunglasses he has tried to wear don't really help / just hinder his vision more. They make him look kinda crazy / like he's just always crying his eyes out lol.

Sutton is of Irish and Japanese descent, Irish from his Father's side and Japanese from his mother's. He was given a lot of grief and hardship through his life before the bombs for being half Asian due to yanno, the war and racist fuckheads spurred on by said war. It's because of this Sutton grew up with a feeling of needing to defend the more defenseless (as well as his military dad instilling into him he always should protect the defenseless anyways)

Sutton grew up with both a cat (Rocky) and a dog (Bullwinkle), however at the time of Fallout 4's opening they had both been deceased for a couple of years (links for visual references)

Sutton has a interest in history, more specifically Massachusetts state history, but he is also interested in Amercian history (and he becomes deeply concerned as he learns a lot of real history of the country, rather than a lot of the washed down, friendlier / patriotic propaganda versions taught in schools) --- Sutton's other interests besides History are: Track and Field, Game Hunting and Coin + Bottle Cap Collecting (he was very sad to see his pre-war bottle cap collection stolen from his house after he came out of the Vault and puzzled to see his Coin Collection undisturbed, lol)

Sutton often struggles on the concept of if he's a good person or not. He tries his best to follow his heart and morals as well as tries to think about what his father would do in a lot of situations and very often succeeds, but due to his poor emotion regulation he often lashes out when stressed or threatened, which he then feels extremely guilty about when he calms back down. He doesn't want to be this way, but it kinda quickly builds up and he can't handle it. It's because of these reasons / this lack in self confidence that he usually has companions like Codsworth, Nick Valentine or Preston around him in order to get their advice / so they can reel him back in.

There's more I could share but these are some that are always at the top of my head in what makes Sutton ... Sutton! (well besides the pet one, I just think that one was cute to are lol)

But if you'd like, I am working on a fic with Sutton and The Vault Rep called: ' Could Always Remember a Face. ' (fair warning tho, it's mature / will be explicit later on) ... It's admittedly more Vault Rep focused but it also features him getting to know Sutton as they grow closer together.

Ty again for letting me ramble about my son

[jrpneblog]

The week from hell

I've heard this week being described as the week from hell particularly after that horrible 0-4 defeat to West Brom at Deepdale last Saturday. Things didn't get much better on Wednesday evening at Leicester although North End delivered a much improved performance before eventually going down 0-3 to the Foxes. To round off this tough week we travel to Portman Road on Saturday to face second place Ipswich Town before we take a rest for two weeks with the second international break of the current campaign. I think it is important that North End get something from the game in Suffolk at the weekend as we really do not want to go into the break on the back of three defeats.

Last Saturday North End lost their first game of this campaign when the Baggies came to Deepdale and comprehensively trounced North End by four goals to nil. The Baggies were better in every department and just snuffed North End out of the game for long periods, something which we clearly had no answer to. You could say that a couple of the goals had a slice of luck to them but I am a great believer that you make your own luck at football and that luck evens itself out of the course of the season. You couldn`t be too critical after the game but North End did look very washed out and no doubt Ryan Lowe was hoping for a reaction from this bad defeat as we travelled to Leicester on Wednesday evening.

Well the manager certainly got the reaction he wanted from the player at the King Power Stadium and for an hour we were well in the game and could have possibly taken the lead. Lowe made four changes to the team beaten by West Brom and North End responded with an energetic, focussed first hour of the encounter in the East Midlands. Unfortunately we conceded just after the hour mark when McCann should have done better with a clearance and from there it was a very uphill battle for the boys. The 0-3 scoreline flattered the hosts a little in my opinion but to be honest Leicester had quality all over the Park and their squad must be worth eight to ten times what our squad is worth, on paper at least. The boys got a fantastic reception at the end from the travelling support and so we just have to take it on the chin and put all our focus on the trip to Suffolk this Saturday.

The trip to Ipswich is close on 260 miles so I dont expect North End will take anything like the almost 2,600 we took to Leicester on Wednesday evening. Nevertheless there should be a decent support inside Portman Road as we play a team who are top of the home league table in the Championship. Ipswich have won four and lost one of their five games at home this season, so they are not unbeatable, and have scored fifteen goals whilst conceding nine. So they do concede but they score plenty as well, something that I am sure Ryan Lowe will be well aware of. I am not sure Ipswich will go the pace this season right to the end but you have to respect the start they have made in the first ten games, winning eight, drawing one and losing one.. North End will have to show the spirit and fight they showed at Leicester if those who say this will be the week from hell are not to be proved to be correct.

And finally this week:- occasionally watching North End you feel a sense of pride and privilege watching the boys even after a defeat. Wednesday evening was one such occasion as the travelling fans gave the boys a fabulous ovation at the end of the game even though we had gone done 0-3. Well done everyone who was there. Proud Preston.

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MATCH PREDICTION -

IPSWICH TOWN (A) League: DRAW

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JR`s HIGH FIVES

MANCHESTER CITY TO BEAT ARSENAL 11/8

A £5 Stake returns £11.88 on bet365

SEASONS STATS

Returns £52.00 Stake £45.00

Percentage profit+/-loss + 15.56%

Predictions 9 won 5 lost 4

[the-firebird69]

This man was trying to secure the integrity of the Senate and Congress buildings during the January 6th attack and invasion of those buildings and trespass by citizens who did not have permission who did use Force who did attack not only security personnel but personal of the United States government work for Julie elected officials several officials were held hostage several officials were held hostage by proxy which they can also be charged with meaning they were trapped in there and it's unlawful imprisonment. But to make a story short he was trying to hold the door closed and was crushed against it by Dan. This individual is the owner of Casl where I was held against my will and others were as well and I was made poor by this individual and the individual that was attacking him how can I possibly take sides if this individual didn't do what he did below ground I would be up a creek without a paddle it'll be someone unified in their cause he has created a rift larger than the Grand canyon it's deeper and longer and wider than the Mississippi and Missouri even after they join between the groups and the foreigners are aware of the truth because of him and he did cause a fight and altercation in the laundry room and there were partial witnesses who were hearing it. Preston was not in the room Mike too walked by briefly and may have heard it seen part of it but it wasn't a Big show and it was just a little shoving and there were no blows exchanged but apparently people think Dan was injured and he may have been because he injured this man who does yes have enough power to orchestrate this happening and he had that power back then and to me which is very difficult to do so who's right and who's wrong it's wrong for him to have set me up in this way and to have me forced to come down here to be subject to possible flooding and storms which he caused physically and manually and it's wrong to get me in this altercation with this person and it cost him some injury and I'm not liable to for it because I did not begin it in earnest and I was shoved very hard at first and the room's real small and I may have bumped into him a little but nothing no one would complain about now he started trouble on purpose too was putting one piece of laundry into the washing machine at a time and Tommy f plan to do it I think and he also plan to have a do laundry in front of these stupid courthouse and he's also kept me poor my whole life and cause massive amounts of damage to the realm and you can see now partially what was going on and why was Dan doing it well he didn't know who he was he was obstructing his way for them to try and get information any information to hold on to power to avoid what happened which has turned out to be almost the annihilation of their race or the well on their way to it maybe a third of it is left and why is that everyone must ask and it happened in world War II and it happened in the purchase this man is famous for he did to people who had a religion called Judaism they were not necessarily Russian descent true Russian race but there were a lot of them who were killed back then and it's the same person and you can say it's his lineage that's fine but he's continuous evil and killing his own kind they're not necessarily exactly the same race which is odd because he is killing Max and he is a Mac and it's sacrilege and cause great weaknesses for the entire regime this rule the Earth for 15,000 years it's his fault driven to it or not because his actions are causing it to happen he forced this man Trump to try and grab power unfortunately Trump has fallen down and went ahead with it it was very lame and it was ugly and nasty looking and I believe that the individual at the door the police person grabbed the Intel before they arrived and I don't know what the deal is there but there must be a witness

Zues Hera

We're going ahead with us there's several people I understand what happened and what I mean by going ahead with it is we are publishing this

Trump

And the individual in the picture who is complicitous in the event occurring no he orchestrated the whole thing and said Trump out because he was already being attacked by his army which is an illegal army below us is the same individual who is heading up the January six committee

Zues Hera

We urge ours to pay attention to this this is important Tommy f is manipulating a lot of people to do things to and around our son that are very very mean and Tommy f is still at it and needs to be clipped badly

Thor Freya

We've only one reason to publish it unless we must and we must do it now

Olympus

[fallout-drabbles-n-stuff]

Sole Survivor: *Finds a power washing hose and nozal, and makes it work*

What are the companions(+ Maxson)'s react to it?

(This is so absurd- I love it 😂)

Cait:

“What..what the fuck do you even use that for?”

Curie:

“Ah, that is a lot of power..and a lot of water too.”

Danse:

“I think the lower level scribes would appreciate such a tool when they have to clean the Prydwen’s deck.”

Deacon:

“Oh yes, there’s some fun to be had with this little beauty *chuckles*.”

Gage:

“You thinking what I’m thinking, boss? *smirk*.”

Hancock:

“Well I’ll be damned..what is it supposed to be for?”

Macready:

“That is so unnecessary but I like it *laughs*.”

Maxson:

“Bring this to a scribe’s attention at once.”

Nick:

“Oh yay..”

Piper:

“I’ll pay you 20 caps if you go pressure wash the green off the wall..”

Preston:

“Oh? What..what do you intend to do with that thing?”

X6-88:

“A new torture method? Excellent.”

[returnn-of-the-mac]

So SS makes a speech to the companions and faction leaders (including DLC) that somehow makes feelings of regret wash over them. Like serious stuff. How would they deal with it?

Again, sorry this is so late, but please enjoy! :)

FO4 Companions (+Faction Leaders) React: Feeling Regret After Sole Gives a Powerful Speech

It was a beautiful day in Sanctuary. The sky was blue, the Institute crows were cawing, and every single companion and faction leader that Sole had encountered was gathered before a makeshift stage.

Confused, some of the audience members began to chat amongst themselves, until Sole grabbed a mic and cleared their throat.

“Attention, everyone. I have gathered you here today to talk about the state of our world. Nothing is going to get better until we all start working together, and stop working against each other.”

Sole continued their speech, touching upon topics such as synthphobia, faction hostility, immature bickering, and all the lives lost because of rivalry. They also mentioned chem dealing, murder, larceny, and sensational media.

At the end of the speech, Sole left their audience alone to think about the speech.

…

Preston: Damn. The General’s right. We do have to start working together [side-eyes Gage, only to see Gage side-eying him back] Look, I’m sorry, okay? No hard feelings. I just didn’t like the way you guys murder innocents and loot their hard-eared possessions.

Gage: I get it I mean. We do it cuz we want a better life than what this shithole world is givin us. But it ain’t gonna get better if we keep makin it worse.

Nisha: Don’t tell me you’re falling for that soft bullshit, Gage.

Mason: Yeah, don’t you dare go soft on us or we’ll kill yah and the overboss like we did Colter. With pleasure.

Mags: [annoyed, to Nisha and Mason] Are you two savages really that ignorant? Did you not listen to a word of that speech? I hate to admit it, but the overboss is right. Frankly, I’m sick of living like this. And if working together is what it takes, then we’ll do it. The return will be worth it.

…

Piper: Um…hey Nick? Is the stuff I write in my paper offensive?

Nick: It can be, sometimes.

Piper: Listen, I’m really sorry. I just got wrapped up in whole anti-synth campaign like everyone else in Diamond City, but I know I probably took it too far. I really enjoy writing, and that’s what gets the most attention.

Nick: You could always report on real, unbiased news. Tell it like it is. With pictures. People like pictures. Or you can write about your travels around the Commonwealth with [name]. Not many people can say that they’ve done that.

Piper: Yeah, you’re right. Thanks.

Nick: Anytime, Piper.

…

Father: This is ridiculous. What a waste of time.

X6-88: Agreed, sir.

Strong: Synth men look sad. Strong give meat [gives Radscorpion steak] Meat make happy and strong.

Father: [curls mouth in disgust] Please, let’s get out of here, X6.

X6-88: Affirmative.

…

Maxson: Desdemona.

Desdemona: Maxson.

Maxson: …

Des: [choosing words carefully] I suppose…I suppose it’s time we…it would be in the Commonwealth’s best interest if our two factions worked together toward a common goal.

Maxson: But our goals are opposite. There is no compromise.

Codsworth: [interjecting] But surely you two want to see the Commonwealth become a better place, no?

Des: Well yes but…

Maxson: The Brotherhood can achieve that without the help of those robo lovers.

Codsworth: Division isn’t going to help. The Commonwealth needs unity and stability.

Desdemona & Maxson: Fine.

Maxson: But don’t mistake this for friendship or allegiance. This is strictly for the common good.

Des: Oh, you don’t have to worry about that, hun. I don’t want to be your friend.

…

Deacon: [to Danse] Hey, listen, man. I feel like [name] was subtweeting us when they brought up the immature bickering. I’m sorry I bust your balls and I’m sorry I threw a red sock in with your white laundry last week.

MacCready: Are we apologizing to Danse? Sweet. Here’re your shoes back, buddy. I took em cuz they looked cool and my boots have holes in them. No hard feeling, right?

Hancock: And here are your pants. I’m not sure why I took them. Just to be petty, honestly.

Danse: [wearing a pink shirt, swim trunks, and flip flops] [livid] SO YOU DIMWITS ARE THE REASON I LOOK LIKE A SURFER RIGHT NOW!??! [takes a deep breath to calm down] …I suppose I accept your apology. For the good of the Commonwealth, it would probably be in our best interest to look past our differences and work together to make the the world better for everyone…[threatening] but don’t you dare try anything like that again.

Curie: [walking by] Oh! Monsieur Danse! I love ze new look! It’s what zey call ehh…a ‘cheel vibe!’ Yes! You look very handsome!

Danse: *blushes*

Deacon, MacCready, & Hancock: [smirking] You’re welcome!

…

[drinking in corner]

Cait: Look at all these ninnies goin soft, talkin about ‘makin the world a better place!’ Ha! Bullshite is what it is.

Longfellow: As long as I still have my drinks, I don’t care what the fuck happens.

Cait: [holding up drink] A-fookin-men.

Longfellow: Cheers!

[tharros-auris-black-asimi]

Lay All Your Love on Me (Chapter 11)

Pairing: Soft Dark Alpha Lee Bodecker x Omega Female Reader

Summary: After moving to Knockemstiff, Ohio with your troubled parents, you find solace in the local Seven-Eleven. There, you bump into the Alpha sheriff, Lee Bodecker.

And then you keep bumping into him. There's just something about that chubby Alpha that keeps drawing you in. Now there's something going on with the new preacher of the church that you attend. Everything's a mess.

But you’re an unbonded Omega. Life can turn to shit anyway.

Chapter Warnings: Strong ABO dynamics, as usual. Sexism, misogyny, male predatory behavior, mentions of miscarriage, mentions of Lee and the Reader's age gap, mild power dynamics, soft!dark, but mostly dark!Lee, dark!Arvin, and dark!Preston. Gun violence, and killing. And mentions of Lenora's rape too. And attempted kidnapping/breeding.

Additional Notes: This was truly the chapter that Alpha Daddy wrecked my pussy. I am now unable to get up with the puddle I have created. All jokes aside though, if any of these themes in the warnings trigger you, please come back for chapter 13, as that chapter will be lighter. Thank you!

If you'd like to read chapter 11 on my AO3, where I also have this story published, you can read it here.

If you’re a minor, please DNI. Thank you.

Word Count: 3,082

Two weeks later…

Today was the day.

It was Wednesday.

Arvin Russell could feel it in his very bones.

The eighteen-year-old young Alpha got up from his bed, combing his fingers through his tousled hair. To try and get it to at least work with him today.

He couldn’t help but feel nervous though. Anxious, even. Arvin walked into the bathroom and took care of business. After washing his face and brushing his teeth and putting sunblock on, he fretted with his hair for a while.

Too long, really.

His hair just wouldn’t be cooperating with him today.

Putting some water on it, he got his hair to flatten down at least a little bit.

That would do it for him.

Silently admitting defeat and just deciding that his cap would hide his monstrosity of hair, Arvin walked down the hall, to the front door. He grabbed the car keys and his cap, putting it on his head.

He knew you and Lenora were in her room. Ever since you had come back, you had decided to keep Lenora company. Because of her morning sickness. You had gone out to the store in town, to buy some pup clothing. The lady up front had been a little confused since you did not smell like you were pregnant with a pup. You had told her that it was for a friend. Everything had been okay after that.

Arvin heard Lenora say something in her room before the talking stopped.

Unlocking the front door, he stepped out.

His heart pounded in his chest.

Was he really doing this?

The front door shut behind him.

He made sure to lock it.

Yes.

Arvin walked to the car. He pulled the driver’s seat open and looked through the window. He saw you climbing in beside Lenora, taking a nap with her. Pretty sure, you started dozing off.

He started the car.

Yes.

He really was doing this.

Soft music was playing from the radio.

Lee had gotten there ten minutes early. Right on the dot. Just like how he and the boy had discussed it.

Some song from Doris Day was playing through the radio while Lee waited, leaning into the driver’s seat. Briefly, he thought about you.

What were you doing right now? Were you sleeping? Eating? Reading a book? Helping Lenora with her pregnancy?

He would never ever tell anyone else this. He would go to the grave with this. But, he never thought about getting married. Ever. Of course, he liked his position. It was a position so above many others. It gave him the control he desperately needed as a child. That young child whose father had abandoned them and had never come back. Lee wasn’t that scared little boy anymore. He was a man now. He had grown into his Alpha hood. And now, now- he was mated. He had an Omega. He had a wife. Someone he had bonded to for the rest of his life. He swore a vow when the two of you had gotten married that he would protect you.

And protect you, he would do.

He opened the compartment in the passenger’s seat, where he had stashed the book.

The boy had snuck into Preston’s house and had stolen the little notebook, and had mailed it to him a few days ago. Lee couldn’t help but flip through the pages until he had gotten to the Coal Creek Church and saw your name on the list.

Even now, his eyes were burning with anger as he saw your name in all caps. If looks could kill, the notebook would have been nothing but pure ash.

But no.

Life was just not that nice to him.

It made Lee scowl.

The music from his radio droned on, and lee found himself treating it like white noise. Still, he continued to space out and wait for the boy.

He had been so engrossed in his thoughts that Arvin had to smack the horn to make him snap out of it.

Lee jumped at the sudden noise. Arvin rolled his window down and looked at him.

“Do you have the book?” Arvin asked him. Lee waved it. Arvin turned back to look out and leaned back. The younger Alpha let out a deep groan and craned his neck. He even cracked it a little.

Sucking in a breath, Arvin closed his eyes for a second. Blue eyes that belonged to Lee Bodecker watched him. Like an apex predator watching its prey.

“I still remember when you came to pick me up from my parent’s house. You know why my daddy shot himself?”

Lee didn’t say anything. Arvin took his silence as a cue to continue talking. “He killed himself cause he couldn’t imagine a world without my ma. He told me he met her when she was a waitress and he had come back after serving in World War One. The war fucked him up. He never was the same. Daddy was a real religious nutcase. It’s why Jack died.”

Jack.

“Jack was… your dog, right?” Lee wondered. Taking in a shuddering breath, Arvin willed the tears back as he nodded. “I loved him, Sheriff Bodecker. He was my pal. My buddy. And then my daddy took him away from me.”

Lee couldn’t help but allow his thoughts to wander back to a conversation he had with you.

Months ago.

When you had been talking about the Doberman that you had with your parents, back in Michigan.

“… he was the only one who could keep me happy. He always waited for me in the living room when I would come home… and he would be at the door to see me every day. But then he got sick and… we had to put him down. Worst day of my life. Felt like… felt like I lost apart o’ myself.”

It had been the same way with Arvin. The two of you had felt like a piece of yourselves had died.

Your innocence had died that night. Both yours, and Arvin’s.

Buying you a dog was next on his list when he came back to Knockemstiff. A dog from the pound that was housebroken and potty trained.

That would do.

“I’m sorry, son.”

Inhaling through his teeth, Arvin gazed up at the roof of the car. “I thought everything was gonna be alright… but then Lenora got raped by the fuckin’ bastard and now he’s goin’ after Mega… feels like my life’s fallen apart again. I’m startin’ to feel like I’m ten years old again.”

Lee didn’t know how to respond. So he didn’t. He only allowed Arvin to sink into his thoughts. To gather his footing.

Heaving a soft sigh, Arvin opened the car door. He stepped out, craning his neck to the side. The two of them were parked a couple of minutes away from the church, so as to not have anyone providing any questions, or see them when they made their escape.

Only one person was going to die today, and it wasn’t them.

“I’m ready to go, Sheriff.”

Lee got out of the cruiser, the seat dipping a little as he got out. The door closed as Lee slipped the little notebook into the pocket of his leather jacket. The same leather jacket you had been wearing when you had shot Preston. Little undertones of gunpowder had clung to his jacket. It made him warm. He was so proud. His Alpha was proud. They had a strong Omega.

“Alright. Let’s go.”

Preston Teagardin had been losing his shit the entire day.

His notebook was gone.

And so were his supplies.

All of his plans for you had been thrown out the window because all of his shit was missing.

He couldn’t have misplaced them, could he?

No. No, he couldn’t have.

Right?

As he continued to overthink, his mind couldn’t help but wander back to Lenora.

The Omega he had knocked up.

The Omega that he had been shot for from the Omega he desperately wanted a pup from.

And really, he should’ve been happy that after all of his hard work in looking at every single Omega that was young in the church, that he was finally getting a pup.

But he hadn’t wanted one from Lenora.

Sure, Lenora had been his first choice. And Preston had been dead set on her being the carrier of his pup. Getting her bred with his pup had been the first step. She had confided in him and said that she had fallen pregnant with his pup.

But then you had come in like a windstorm and had caught him red-handed.

And something changed in him.

You. You were a challenge. He liked those.

Ever since his wife had gotten pregnant and miscarried, the Alpha Doctor had told him that there would be a chance that her next pregnancy could be her last.

His wife was no longer valuable to him.

So he had to choose another Omega. He could have any Omega he wanted. He had a position of power, and he didn’t mind if he abused it. He was a Holy Man. He believed in Him. Besides, Omegas were nothing but baby-makers. Preston had heard of male Omegas but had scoffed at the idea. Even if male Omegas existed, marriage was only for a man and a woman. He would not impregnate a man. Please.

Lenora would have been fine, had you not come in and nearly had killed him that day.

He swore he saw Jesus that day. He had limped and had gotten the bullets out. He had taken a couple of days to recover. And then, when he eventually came to, it was as if he had some sort of epiphany.

Preston no longer wanted Lenora to be the mother of his pup.

He wanted you.

Did he want to marry you and have you become a sister wife? The idea was humored. But he wasn’t a Mormon.

He was a God-loving Christian.

He had all the supplies ready. He had been beyond prepared to kidnap you and take you deep into that remote cabin he had stocked up with all the stuff.

He didn’t even care that you had a Mark on your Gland. Even if you had one, he didn’t care. He’d breed you anyway. It wouldn’t have bothered him one bit.

He was practically chill with all that shit.

Preston wanted a pup in you. A pup he had been denied since his wife, his Omega, had miscarried. If he couldn’t get his wife to have one, then you would do just fine.

However, his thoughts were temporarily stopped as he heard someone come in.

He heard two sets of feet.

But no scents.

And really, that should have been the first red flag. But he had been so distracted, so preoccupied, that he didn’t think about it.

“Excuse us, Preacher. Do ya got time for sinners?" One of the men asked.

When the two men received no answers from the Holy Preacher, he heard their footsteps come closer and heard them sit down in one of the many pews.

“What would you like to confess?” He asked. This was the usual. He was not a Catholic, so he did not have a confession booth. That was only for Catholics.

“I’d like to go first, please Preacher.” This man had a lower, deeper voice. The first man who had spoken, his voice sounded a little bit higher. He was younger, Preston assumed. This man though… his voice sent chills down his spine. As if this man was planning something against him. But, like the scents, he allowed this to slide.

Red flag number two.

“You see, I have this Omega. My wife. I love her to death. But… you see, she’s younger than me. Probably by a decade. But this little Omega saw me at church one day, and she wasn’t really feelin’ it, you know? She was nervous. Jittery. But… she smelled wonderful. And she was so nervous and jittery, so I calmed her down. Handed her back to her Mama and I thought it was gonna be all that. Then, I swung by the Seven-Eleven, and there she was.”

Preston heard the man stop talking. His back was turned from him, so he didn’t know who was talking.

However, a beat later, the man continued. “I was curious why she was there. I gambled with her daddy, ya see. And there comes his daughter. She told me she was getting’ a slushie. Now, I had never had one in my life. I’m a recovering alcoholic, ya see. So, I was determined to stay off of the fuckin’ beverage. So I asked her, “they good darlin’? I have this addiction I’m tryna kick,” and she told me that might be a lil sweet for me. Girlie was teasin’ me. Even then. She was the first person who looked at me like I was just me. Someone who was her equal. Someone who was normal. Before I met her, everybody treated me like I was someone to be feared. But this girl… she looked at me like I was human. And before long, I knew I was in deep shit.”

He heard him pause again.

“… Sorry- got a little emotional there. But uh… my Omega she’s… amazing. She makes me a better person. I feel like… like I’m human with her. But our age gap is… well…”

A dark chuckle made the hairs on the back of Preston’s head raise up. He nervously swallowed and felt himself start to sweat underneath his shirt.

“… Let’s just say… the age gap…” another dark chuckle sent more chills down his spine.

“… it turns me on. We’ll leave it at that.”

Preston didn’t know if he should have exhaled. So he did.

“I’m kind of in the same boat. Well, almost.”

The younger man was speaking. Preston listened.

“I got this Omega at home. My wife. She’s a young thing. Does whatever I want to her… she’s a good wife. But, I found myself attracted to this girl. She’s a high school girl. Young, sweet thing, ya know. And well… I couldn’t help myself. I got a little taste of her and I got addicted to her.”

It was at that moment, that Preston got up and turned around.

Both of the men stood up.

The realization showed on his face when he saw the young man, wearing a navy blue cap.

“You’re the Russell boy…” Horror showed in his voice. And when he looked at the older man, with the blue eyes, he saw it.

The familiar-looking black leather jacket.

The same one that you had worn. He saw that the man had a bite mark on his Mating Gland.

This was your Alpha.

Finally, at last, he saw the star that was embedded in his Sheriff uniform.

This was Sheriff Bodecker.

You were mated to Sheriff Lee freaking Bodecker.

“S-Sheriff… what are you doing in this neck of the woods? Shouldn’t you be in Knockemstiff?” Preston managed to squeak out awkwardly.

Lee cocked his head to the side dangerously. “And shouldn’t you be keeping your paws off on what’s mine?” He snarled. He saw the Alpha shake in his shoes.

A rat.

Preston Teagardin was no better than a rat that he could squish, nay, crush underneath his feet.

A worthless piece of shit.

Hell would be a nice place for him.

“I-”

Lee cocked his pistol. Just the very sound of him reloading made Preston gulp.

“Wait, I can explain-”

“I don’t think when you rape an Omega who’s just Presented and impregnate her, only to leave her to dry validates you to speak your shit,” Lee spoke coldly. “I don’t think seein’ my Omega’s name in your damn notebook is good either, but what the hell do I know, Preacher? She’s just my girl. My wife. My Omega. Mine.”

“You-”

“Oh, are you looking for this?” Lee couldn’t help but sneer. Unzipping his pocket and procuring the stupid thing in his hand, casually waving it at him. “Are you searching for your things too? The things Arvin here stole from ya? So you could kidnap my Omega so you could forcibly breed her? And not me, her Alpha? Her Omega chose me. Not you.”

“I don’t care,” Preston managed to say through gritted teeth, and even Lee raised an eyebrow. He would’ve commended the man for his stupidity. He was a goddamn piece of shit that stubborn. He’d give him that. But nothing else.

“I’m getting my pup.”

My pup.

Lee almost shot him right then and there, if it weren’t for Arvin intervening.

“You already got it. With my sister. Don’t bite off more than you can chew, motherfucker.” Arvin spat out venomously.

“Lenora… she’s delusional. She’s delusional, boy. I ain’t taking responsibility for a bastard’s pup.”

“No.”

Arvin cocked his father’s pistol.

“She was just lonely.”

When Preston tried to shield himself from Lee and Arvin using his Bible, it was too late. The first bullet pierced through the Holy Book.

The sounds of gunfire and popping noises echoed through the chapel. And suddenly, Preston Teagardin fell backwards onto the floor.

Lee was the first to lower his pistol. He walked up to the body, just to check and make sure that they had gotten him.

He bent down, putting his two fingers on his pulse on his neck.

There was no pulse.

The man was gone.

Thank fucking God.

“Praise Jesus. Amen.” He muttered to himself in relief.

Slowly, he stood up to his full height.

“Help me get the bullets out. We’ll put him in the body bag and into my trunk. How much gas you got in the car, Russell? We’re going to the next town over to bury him.”

Arvin, for the first time that day, breathed out a sigh of relief.

He had more than enough gas to sustain for the next town over.

“More than enough, Sheriff.”

Taglist: @greeneyedblondie44, @bxnnywriting, @hawsx3

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[bluejaysandblackbats]

The Brother Trap

Fandom: DC Comics, Flashfam

Summary: Owen wants to connect with his half-brothers for the first time. Luckily for him, they all go to the same university. Will bad blood between twins keep Owen from the family of his dreams, or is he the missing piece they've always needed?

Chapters: 15/?

Characters: Owen Mercer, Axel Walker, Thad Thawne, Bart Allen, Meloni Thawne, Deborah Morgna, Preston Lindsay, President Thaddeus Thawne Mention

Relationships: Owen Mercer/Axel Walker, Thad Thawne/Deborah Morgna, PrestonBart

Additional Tags: POV Third Person, College AU, Angst and Fluff, Family Dynamics, Family Issues, No Powers AU

Chapter Fifteen: New Baby Boy

Meloni sat on the floor of Owen's apartment, wrapping his belongings in bubble wrap. "Owen, I know you didn't wanna ask me for help, but I'm so happy you did," Meloni whispered. Owen made two plates and took them to the coffee table.

"Mom, I'm not gonna be a burden. I'll cook, fix whatever you need me to fix—."

"Owen, what happened? Are you in trouble?" Meloni asked.

"No, it's nothing like that. Axel—. Before I tell you, Axel's everything to me. He's the only reason I didn't lose it after Dad died... But he's sensitive, and his roommate doesn't understand him. Axe does things sometimes without thinking and can really hurt somebody, but he's done great at controlling his temper—. He made a time-released paint bomb and set it off in his roommate's backpack causing three thousand in damages.

"He's helped me out before. So, I helped him. I love him, Mom. I love him more than I've ever loved anybody. He's the love of my life, even if he is a little rough around the edges," Owen confessed.

"Your dad would've said the same thing about me," Meloni smiled, "And I think Axel's a lovely young man."

"Mom... How'd you end up with my dad? I love him, but he was—. Dad-..."

"A criminal? Oh, I know. We stole from my dad a couple times when I was younger. We even vandalized his office once or twice," Meloni smiled. Owen's eyes widened as he ate his fish. Meloni took a bite. "Owen! Oh my—! You can cook."

"Thanks, Mom... Can we go back to the part where you said you committed crimes?" Owen asked.

"Only against my dad... It's weird because—. Owen, I understand what it's like to have a checkered past. We all do things for one reason or another, but that doesn't necessarily make us bad people," Meloni replied, "I—. Oh my god, you've gotta give me the recipe for this fish."

Owen laughed. "I'm glad you're my mom... I was so scared of you rejecting me, and I feel like you like me—."

"Correction. I love you," Meloni whispered, "What time do you go to work?"

"An hour from now... Mom, you don't have to keep packing after I leave... I'd feel safer if you—."

"Don't worry about me. Thad's coming over because he wants to watch a movie... And he likes packing," Meloni replied. Owen nodded. "What kind of fish is this?"

"Red snapper," Owen replied, "I mostly cook fish. I can cook just about any fish you could think of. Axe and I spent time on a fishing boat working under the table. This is basically code for: I was a cook, and Axe was my steward, and we slept on the floor between a mail crate and a water heater, which was illegal."

"What happened?" Meloni asked.

"I got pneumonia, and Axe had a cut that got infected and almost died... That and the company got sued, and we got a settlement... So, we took the money, got our high school equivalence done, and enrolled in school," Owen explained. Meloni smiled.

Axel came in with his duffel bag. "Sorry, I'm late. Hi, Mrs. Allen—."

"Meloni or Mel or Mom will do, Axel," Meloni interrupted. Owen stood up and made Axel a plate.

Axel put his bag down and washed his hands. "Mom?" Axel asked.

"Mhm. Are you alright? You look peaked," Meloni whispered before feeling his forehead.

Owen brought Axel his plate and kissed him on the cheek. "Mom's right... You look like you don't feel too good," Owen agreed, "Stay here with Mom and Thad tonight." He dumped the remaining food on his plate in Tupperware and put it in his lunch bag.

"I don't wanna cause any more problems than I—."

"You're not a problem. I've been dying to spend time with you," Meloni smiled.

Owen kissed Meloni's cheek. "Love you, Mom... Love you, Lollie," Owen whispered, "I gotta go to work." Then, he was gone.

"He calls you Lollie?" Meloni whispered. Axel blushed.

"He doesn't usually say it in front of people... His—. Digger didn't know," Axel replied, "It means a lot to him that you accept him as is. We talked at length about him being himself with you."

"Digger didn't know about you two?" Meloni asked. Axel shook his head.

"Wasn't an us two... I knew how Digger was, and I wouldn't—. I couldn't-. I love your son, and I would rather see him have a family than see him with me," Axel whispered.

"You don't have to do that. Axel, I see how Owen looks at you. He'd give anything to be with you. You should see how he looks when he talks about you. It's like you put the stars in the sky. It's beautiful," Meloni smiled, "How'd you two meet?"

Axel looked down at his plate. "Owen moved across the street from my group home... And we went to the same school for a while. So, he'd walk with me. I started staying there after school while he went to work. I'd break in and make myself something to eat... Then, he caught me. I expected him to beat me up, but he asked if I wanted a key.

"Eventually, we started hanging out on holidays and his days off... Then some stuff happened at the group home, and we started getting in trouble... Got mixed in with his Digger's friends, and then we met Digger. He was fun. Then, he died, and things got bad... And we ended up on that boat that almost killed us both..."

"Owen said you almost died," Meloni replied.

"I went septic fast, but I recovered faster than he did. He almost didn't make it," Axel replied, "But he always downplays how sick he was."

Meloni reached forward and moved a stray hair from Axel's face. "You two are gonna love each other forever... You know that?" Meloni whispered. Axel smiled.

"I hope so, Mrs. Allen," Axel replied, "As selfish as it is... I really hope so."

"Love isn't selfish if it's what the other person wants too... And call me Mel, Meloni, or Mom," Meloni giggled. She stood up and threw out her paper plate. "I'm so excited for you and Owen to come live with me... Even if it is for a little while... Axel, let me make you a cup of tea."

"Huh?" Axel whispered. Meloni reached into her purse and pulled out a box of tea.

"I carry everything in my purse. You never know when you're gonna get stuck somewhere... When I was pregnant with Owen, I once got stuck in a snowstorm in a cabin with nothing to eat but peanut butter and a can of sweet corn," Meloni recalled, "Does Owen eat sweet corn?"

"I thought he was insane when I first broke into his place because his cabinets were filled with cans of corn," Axel laughed. Meloni pulled out the couch bed and tucked in the blankets. "You're tired? I'm sure Owen'll let you take the bed."

"No... This is for you, sweetheart. You look like you don't feel well at all," Meloni whispered. Axel blinked hard.

"You don't have to be nice to me for Owen's sake," Axel whispered, rubbing his eyes with his palms.

"I'm not... I think you're adorable and charming, and I can't help but be a mom. I hope you don't mind me making you my newest little baby boy," Meloni half-joked.

"It's gonna take some getting used to," Axel replied, "But I like you, Mel... And I'm glad you're Owen's mom."

[that-blue-vault-dweller]

(If you have the time) Companions react to Sole finding a container of glitter and causing absolute chaos? This is sadly based on true events with my friends lol

Woah!!! That sounds like you have some really fun (and probably potentially frustrating) friends 😂 Fortunately, I try to keep everyone I know away from glitter. But there are no guarantees that the fake snow that you can buy from places like Walmart and whatnot won't find themselves on glass stuff everywhere. 😅👍

Thank you for the request, and I hope you enjoy!!! 🥰💙💛

Cait - When she finds her shoe filled with glitter at the bottom, she at first thinks that one of F!Sole's other companions had done it. However, when she figures out that F!Sole did it, she wastes no time in sneaking up behind F!Sole and dumping the glitter out of her shoe all over F!Sole's head.

Piper - Honestly thinks that Nat was the one that coated her sweets in glitter. But when she figures out it was her Blue? Oh, it is on. She makes sure to find some glitter of her own and at the next dinner when F!Sole leaves to wash up, Piper covers her food in glitter. When F!Sole comes back, she is met with a sparkling steak.

Curie - Is very surprised to find her mole rat claws positively covered in glitter. It is quite frustrating for her, but she does not retaliate. In fact, she tries to give F!Sole a good talking to. But F!Sole just can't stop laughing at her.

MacCready - Is very, very aggravated when she glues a little sparkliness onto his gun. Fortunately, it is pretty easy to get off, so he does not stay mad about it for long. He takes it pretty well, and actually even puts a little on her gun in return when they're on the road, getting a childish glee out of seeing her shocked face when she pulls out her prized handgun with it shining like a disco ball as the raiders around laugh and make fun of her.

Deacon - Is not angry at all when he finds glitter wonderglued to his sunglasses. He just puts them on, commenting that he looks very fancy. However, the next day, F!Sole finds her vault suit with newly added glittering accents all over it. There is an especially large amount lining her butt to bring extra attention to it. Naturally, she does her best to scrub it all off as soon as possible.

Codsworth - Is endlessly aggravated despite never having a glitter prank played on him. He is the one having to clean up after the glitter messes made everywhere, and he is frustrated as can be with F!Sole and the whole situation. While he does like the fact that it gives him something to do, he does not appreciate how it somehow always leaves its remains in places that no one would anticipate.

Hancock - Is laughing a little when he sees his box of mentats with "rotgut" written in glitter on the outside. However, when he opens the box and there is so much glitter inside that it is overfilling, he is quiet for a moment. In the end, he can't help but laugh, the whole thing just rolling off of him pretty easily. Since it's her, he does not aim to get any revenge. But if anyone else had done it, he would definitely stab them.

Danse - Is somewhere between bumfuzzled and very angry to find his power armor filled with glitter. He has no idea how she even found enough glitter to fill it, but she somehow managed it and when he opens the back of it, it all comes flowing out in a giant pile. He makes sure to have a long talk with her about keeping glitter away from serious equipment.

Preston - Cannot help but laugh a little and roll his eyes when he sees that she has glitterfied his scarf. He gets a little worried, though, when he sees that it is difficult to get off of the scarf. By the time he is done cleaning it, there is a bit of glitter left that makes it sparkle just a little, but it is mostly just a memory.

Valentine - Is very unimpressed when he finds that she has sprinkled quite a bit of glitter inside his hat when he took it off a while back and now that he puts it on, glitter is falling down his head and his face. He quickly figures out that it was her behind the whole thing, but he does not retaliate. His sheer sternness as he stares F!Sole down is plenty enough to make her feel very guilty about doing it to him.

X6-88 - Honestly does not know what to think when he finds his courser uniform lined in glitter. He is honestly quite irked by it, but he is somehow attracted to the look at the same time. However, it also makes him look less professional, but it is fancy. He is very conflicted.

Dogmeat - When she ties a glittery bandana around his neck, he is thrilled since she seems so happy. He does not really care what it looks like, but he is just happy to wear any bandana or collar since that makes him feel like he belongs to her.

Strong - Does not even flinch and just stares when she throws glitter onto his chest, the stuff falling and sticking to him all over as the sweat beads on him from his time out in the sun. He tilts his head oddly, looking down at it as he picks at it a little, his brow furrowed even more than usual. After a long moment, he asks if tiny human is trying to make him pretty.

[veshialles]

Hands down the best dialogue in Fallout 4 is when you rescue the settlers in Concord, and Sturges starts giving you the rundown of their desperate last ditch survival plan, and Preston goes out of his way to thoroughly explain what a fusion core is.

You know, an old pre-war FC. A standardized fusion core. Your high-grade, long-term nuclear battery, used by the military and some companies way back when.

Meanwhile the Sole Survivor is just standing there, like. Very probably definitely having had a fusion core powering their car and their washing machine and their toaster or whatever.

[commonwealthoccurences]

How the Companion’s Unwind With Sole

Request: “Hey! How do you think the companions would unwind after a long day traveling/scavenging/working with the Sole Survivor?”

CW/TW: None

Note: I made this a mix of long-term friendship and mutual, undiscussed crushing. I.e. extremely comfortable with each other, but not technically together (since it wasn’t specified.) I hope that’s okay!

Cait:

Cait’s a big fan of napping as a form of bonding. After a long day, Sole and Cait can be found tangled together, sprawled across something. They usually drop wherever their energy runs out; sometimes this means they make it to the couch, or sometimes they’re on the floor using their jackets as a blanket. If it’s extremely hot, the repaired tub comes in handy. They fill it with water and end up passed out together in the tub, wearing the Commonwealth equivalent of a bathing suit. No one wants to wake them up if needed; they’re scary when they’re not allowed to get their full nap in.

Curie:

Initially, she struggles quite a bit with the concept of unwinding at the end of the day. At first the only time she stops and relaxes is if she physically can’t move due to exhaustion. Eventually, Sole learns to get her to relax with them by giving her little, semi-productive tasks (in the vein of hobbies); sewing, if her fingers are up for it, drawings (Sole swears there’s a scientific reason for needing her drawings), etc. It takes a while to get Curie into the swing of actually unwinding at the end of the day.

Danse:

Danse never really allows himself to do nothing. At the end of a long day, he and Sole eat together in the cafeteria in silence; Danse enjoys intellectual discussion with them and their tales of the Wasteland, but both of them are too tired to speak, and he values comfortable silence even more. Once they’ve recharged a little they head either to the workshop or his quarters and work on their armor or weapons in that reassuring silence. If they’ve been “friends” long enough, Sole will lean their back against him while they work. Danse finds the weight that reminds him of their presence reassuring.

Deacon:

Sole and Deacon can be found inconveniencing literally everyone in the Railroad. They often lay in the middle of the main walkways of the Railroad HQ, Deacon’s feet propped up on someone’s chair, Sole upside down in someone else's. Sometimes Deacon’s reading, sometimes Sole’s loudly reciting old Pre-War tales. If Deacon has enough energy he’s loudly singing along to the Diamond City radio or telling stories in accents that have Sole crying with laughter. Eventually, they both fall asleep in the most awkward of positions, and the other members of the Railroad are forced to step over/around them. Desdemona has wheeled Sole, asleep, upside down in their chair, to the corner of the HQ so they were less inconvenient before. Sole stayed asleep.

Gage:

Gage kicks his feet up on the top of the Grille and is probably smoking or drinking. Another companion that enjoys mutual silence, he doesn’t mind when Sole joins him on the couch and curls up with their head against his shoulder or on his thigh. They simply watch the clouds drift by and the day turn to night. The ultimate luxury is to waste time, and it’s rare that they get to have that.

Haylen:

Back in Haylen’s quarters, she and Sole are tangled together quite lazily. Sole’s propped up on a borrowed pillow, doing what they please, either reading or messing with their Pip-Boy. Haylen’s leaned quite crookedly, her legs swung over Sole’s lap, their hand on her shin, reading. Eventually, Sole falls asleep and Haylen brings the blanket up to cover them. Once she feels sleep taking hold of her, too, she crawls under the blanket and curls up, close to Sole, but not touching.

Hancock:

As stereotypical and predictable as it may be, they’re either at the Third Rail drinking and dancing if they have the energy, their laughter filling the room, or in his room. Hancock’s higher than a kite, stunned into silence, listening to Sole’s voice spin tales he couldn’t imagine, post or pre-war. They’re joined at the hip, Sole’s head on his chest or vice versa. Physical affection isn’t unusual for them at that point, so they look more like a couple than any of the other companions and Sole would.

MacCready:

MacCready prefers to enjoy his comic books at the end of a long day. He doesn’t care where he ends up or how Sole folds into him, he’s lost in the stories he’s reading. Sole often comes up to him when he’s reading and just curls into his side. He lifts his arm for them to tuck into him without a word and continues his comic while they drift off to sleep.

Nick:

If Sole’s not drained by the end of the day, he takes them out to eat. 99% of the time they’re too busy to do anything but eat whatever they have in the Agency on the go/while they’re working, so getting them Power Noodles or eating elsewhere is a gesture of time off and becomes synonymous with a nonverbal, “Good job.” They make it a rule not to talk about work during those moments, so instead they enjoy some banter and good conversation. At the end of the day, when they’re back at the Agency, Nick refuses to let them return to work.

Piper:

Most of the time she makes sure to schedule the next day off for them and lets them do what they want. She’s more than willing to follow whatever they have planned, whether it’s travelling somewhere (locally), or just taking a nap and only waking to eat. She’s exhausted too, and not having to make a decision is work off her plate. 

Preston:

Preston is another companion who has to be taught how to relax. Sole gives him tasks like helping them cook or “keep an eye on Dogmeat. No, sit down on the couch, I promise it’s the best position to watch him.” in order to get him to stop working himself to the bone. He catches on after the first couple of times, but plays along. He thinks it’s extremely sweet that they’d go through the trouble and also finds humor in them having to come up with excuses and “tasks.” Eventually, though, even if they both try to stay awake to talk to each other, they fall asleep sitting up on the couch together, slumped together.

X6-88 (Post-Institute):

X6-88 has a complex about proving himself useful, especially after the Institute, so convincing him to relax is a long process. Eventually, Sole wins him over by explaining that, scientifically, it helps your body recharge and makes you more productive, even if it doesn’t seem like it. After a long day, weather permitting, they lay in the back fields of Sanctuary and look at the stars. Sometimes they talk, sometimes they don’t. Eventually, X6-88 lays with his head resting on their chest and falls asleep listening to Sole’s heartbeat, the cool breeze washing away the stress of the day.

[ring-a-ding-dumbass]

HAPPY APRIL FOOLS! Here's a headcanon set to put you in the spirit of the holiday. (Note: these are dumb and silly and I know that so the science/logistics aren't 100% accurate. I'm just having fun w the idea)

BONUS NOTE: some of these pranks are not nice!! I am not advocating for you to do them! Thank you!

Deacon, and the pranks he pulls on everyone (with Sole's help):

Cait: Deacon sees her drinking something on her porch. She sets the drink down and heads inside. In the brief time she is gone, Deacon empties a salt shaker into the drink, stirs it, and bolts.

Codsworth: As Deacon moves around the compound to pull off other pranks, he routinely takes a large handful of sand and tosses it in the same spot on the carpet at Sole's place. Codsworth doesn't think anything of it until the third time he vacuums the same spot. By the fifth or sixth time, he's very loudly proclaiming "I hope whoever thinks this is amusing is having a ball!"

Curie: Deacon sneaks into her place and replaces all of her pens with sticks, licorice, and knitting needles.

Danse: Itching powder/some type of itchy plant oil in the power armor. He doesn't know if it'll work because Danse wears that weird undersuit underneath it, but as the day progresses, you can tell more and more that Danse is uncomfortable, but because he's so disciplined, you can tell that he's pushing it down and trying not to acknowledge it. It's only when Deacon kindly mentions that he looks uncomfortable, and that maybe he should wash his power armor, that Danse puts two and two together and starts yelling at Deacon about touching the personal property of others.

Dogmeat: Deacon gives Dogmeat a toy and pulls out the ol' fake throw, which dogmeat falls for at least twice.

Hancock: Deacon finds an old Helium tank at what used to be a flower shop. After trying it out for himself, he fills an old jet cannister with it and switches it with Hancock's. Hancock doesn't notice a change in his voice until he walks into the third rail and orders something, sounding like a cartoon character.

MacCready: Deacon shortsheets Mac's bed and ties the ends of his sleeves into knots. You know, sometimes you just can't beat the classics.

Nick: Another Classic, Deacon hides a whoopee cushion under Nick's regular chair cushion at his office. Nick rolls his eyes, but he smiles, too. He didn't particularly miss whoopee cushions, but they were an old world staple.

Piper: Deacon slips her a folder labeled "TOP SECRET INTEL" so "she can use it for a piece." It just turns out to be old newspapers and comics covered in glue, so they stick to her hands when she tries to read them.

Preston Garvey: Deacon innocuously asks Preston if he wants some snack cakes, as he has an extra pack but doesn't want to eat them. Preston takes him up on his offer, and even earnestly thanks him for the offer. After Deacon leaves, Preston opens the bag to find that the snack cakes are just sponges, and that the packaging had been crudely glued back together once originally opened.

Strong: I feel like Deacon wouldn't prank strong, as Strong most likely wouldn't understand pranks and may try to express that sentiment violently. However, when he sees Deacon tying someones shoes together, and then sees that person trip and fall on their face, he enjoys it.

X6-88: Deacon ties his shoes together while Sole is distracting him with a question. Afterwards, X6 takes a step forward and tumbles to the ground. Sole had never seen him look so un-graceful.

(Happy April Fool's! I'm sorry if these aren't great I wrote them while I was at work!!)