#Find a Babysitter Preston

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🌲🍁🥧 Harvestfest 🌲🍁🥧

(Adalynn's POV)

Happy Harvestfest! We all made out way to my parents house in Newcrest for a weekend full of family, food, and fellowship. One thing we tried to arrange beforehand was the grandkids picture since we didn't manage to get one last year, and now that the babies that were in utero last year have been born (and no one that we know of is pregnant) we decided now was the perfect time. We mixed up the kids so that there was a big kid-little kid plan, mostly for crowd control purposes so that they would be able to handle the toddlers. The oldest four (Noah, Luke, Chloe, and AJ) were holding the youngest four (Grace, Everett, Jackson, and Bethany). As the years go by and the children grow (and with more being born, Lord willing) we'll have to keep finding new ways to arrange all the children.

Annette (21), Macie (33), Casandra (53), Allan (56), Ashton (17)

My parents and the girls at home are all doing great! Now that there's no longer anyone in school, my parents have more time for their other things, though it seems with the more the family grows the busier they'll get! My dad continues to shepherd the flock of Newcrest Baptist, there's a blossoming pastoral staff that also help to keep the place running for the Lord's glory. It also gives him time to travel to speaking engagements at other churches as well as different revivals, jubilee's, hymn sings, and festivals. My mother is also busy with her role as mother, grandmother, and pastor's wife. She somehow finds the time to show all of us that we're definitely loved and valued. She helps to homeschool Barrett and Kyleigh's kids whenever needed, as well as the kids coming to their house for music lessons. When they're not home or travelling to commitments, they're usually visiting with one of us that live out of town, they try and schedule their visits to us to coincide with their travelling for their commitments. My sisters are all busy busy bees! Macie splits her time between being at home or in ministry, and when she's not doing that she's visiting with one of us. Annette works as a babysitter helping families at church that need that extra support, she just loves children and is grateful she gets to spend time with children all day. Both girls remain in a season of singleness, and they're using it to the full, with our cousin Celeste getting married this winter they've been recruited to help with the planning and execution of the wedding. Ashton also babysits children in the congregation, she's in the church choir and spends her days helping out wherever she can. Since she has less responsibilities she spends the most time travelling, so she gets to spend longer amounts of time with the siblings.

Mason (35) & Adalynn Leonard (34) with Titus (2) and Bethany (3m), Luke (10), Paul (8), Caleb (4), Joshua (6), Jonah (4), Noah (12), Aaron (9)

We are so thankful for the Lord's grace! Little Bethany joined our family this summer and we are over the moon that the Lord chose for this little girl to join us - her 8 older brothers and her parents are over the moon! We've had two kids get saved this year (Paul & Joshua) and it's such a blessing that we've been able to lead our kids to the Lord for his glory! Since the arrival of little miss, Mason and I have been feeling like the Lord is leading us in the direction of a new house. Since she's so young and has about a year in our room with us, we have time to see whether we're going to extend the house by adding a level or whether we'll move to a whole new house altogether. We've got a bunch of prayer warriors on our side so I'm sure we'll get an answer soon.

(AN: Ignore the height differences, planning poses with so many sims means you gotta sacrifice a few things here and there)

Barrett (33) and Kyleigh Collins (31) with Preston (2) and Jackson (6m), Marigold (6), Daisy (7), Benjamin (9), Rose (8), Olivia (4), Violet (8), Jefferson (1), Allan Jr (9), and Chloe (9)

Barrett and Kyleigh are also thankful for a new blessing from the Lord, little Jackson made his appearance soon after Parker and Lana's wedding, so we got a 2-for-1 deal really! They're also prayerfully considering their house, so our prayer circles are really working hard in this season our two families are in. They also had two kids get saved this year, it brought so much joy to my heart when Kyleigh shared in our group chat that the girls had gotten saved and baptised at church! My parents started the tradition of gifting the 'savee' a bible and a family lunch, and it's such a precious tradition that they're able to now carry out with their grandchildren. They only have 12 grandkids that are in the average age range for getting saved (of course it can happen before or after that time period - all in the Lord's timing!), but as the grandchildren grow and continue to multiply they're going to need the Lord's help to get them everywhere that they're needed!

Francisco (34) and Zoe Moreno (30) with Javier Jr (3) and Cassie (1)

Zoe and her family are happy and thriving in Windenburg, Francisco's job gives him weekends off so the family gets to attend church on the weekends. Zoe has amassed a solid amount of students that she teaches piano and violin, as well as some students that she video conferences for their lessons. With two young children to care for and a house to maintain, she's an expert at managing her time. They're slowly approaching the time when Francisco gets his orders and they've got to move, but they've not put their choices in yet so we have no idea where they'll be right now. Little Cassie turns two years old in a few months, so the plan is to have a birthday party for her when we're all back in town for Celeste's wedding. Ashton is heading back to Windenburg to spend some time with them as well as with Amira and her family, she'll ride back with them for the wedding.

Shane (28) and Maggie Wright (27) with Iris (2) and Arlo Wright (2)

Maggie and her family are doing wonderful! They were in Sulani earlier this summer with Reece and Amira's families, it's wonderful getting to see my younger siblings bonding as adults with families of their own. Little Arlo and Iris seem to have grown leaps and bounds since I last saw them, the kids love getting to video chat with them and love whenever they get to visit with each other. Usually Maggie and her family will try and pass through to see us during their travels, so that's when the kids get to see each other.

Reece (26) and Stacie Collins (26) with Liam (5) and Hazel (2)

Reece and Stacie have also been doing great, Liam has breezed through kindergarten and is getting ready to start grade 1. Stacie will be homeschooling Liam through a homeschool co-op, they said that they felt that was the best option for getting the kids socialised with like minded children.

Beckett (24) and Mandy Collins (22)

Beckett and mandy are back for their yearly vacation from the mission field. It's so great to see them in person and hear the wonderful stories they have to tell about the great work that they're doing out there in Selvadorada. Whilst they haven't been blessed with a child as of yet, the Lord has kept them content with their current life and has showered them in blessings of many kinds. They'll be focusing on fundraising efforts for the mission field, as well as trying to see as much family as they can.

Thomas (24) and Amira Eichelburg (23) with Maya (1)

Amira and her family are wonderful and thriving! Little Maya is such a sweet girl, a total reflection of her wonderful mother! Amira was such a wonderful baby and child, and Maya is exactly like her mother. Their little family are wonderful and are so blessed by the Lord, and they've been doing more travelling this year when their schedule allows. They'll be sharing Ashton with Zoe this winter as they get to have some quality sister time before we meet again for Celeste's wedding.

Felix (26) and Priscilla Robert (21) with Andrew (2) and Grace (9m)

Little Grace has joined the family since we were last all together, and her name is so precious! Little Andrew is such a wonderful big brother and these two babies are the light of their parents lives! Priscilla always says that life in Oasis Springs spoils them with the heat, but she does miss having the traditional autumn and winter weather and is glad to be with family - as we all are!

Charles (20) and Lorilee Collins (19) with Everett (9m)

Charles and Lorilee welcomed little Everett into the family around the new year, and have been thanking the Lord for that blessing. Lorilee has been sharing that she's been doing better than expected at the postpartum period, especially for a first-timer. They're talking about moving out of their apartment and finding a house for their little family (that they're hoping to expand!)

Parker (19) and Lana (19) Collins

Lana was also a new joiner to the family this year! She's such a sweet girl and is a wonderful wife to Parker. Their wedding was beautiful and wonderfully glorified the Lord, which is a testament to the minds and hearts of Parker and Lana. As an older sibling, it's been my prayer that my siblings find spouses that challenge them and push them to the Lord, and I'm thankful to say that Lana does exactly that!

We also managed to take a group picture! There's 55 people in our 'immediate' family - imagine that! There's my parents, then the 13 kids, the 10 spouses, and 30 grandkids! The lord has blessed us greatly and beyond our wildest imagination.

For comparison, this is a picture from way before any of us got married, and then a picture with Mason, Noah, and Kyleigh in the family. Who would've thought that in less than 15 years we'd go from a family of 15 to a family of 55! This is probably the biggest example of God's goodness in our lives!

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Just about everything can be found on these free classifieds sites. The internet gives the advantage of having the person see the product, as photos can be uploaded. Also there is the possibility of using a credit card to pay for the item online and there can be constant dialogue between the seller and the buyer through email and instant messaging. The chances of people seeing the item increase as lots of people can view the site as well as from overseas.

Commercial products are not the only thing that can be found in free classifieds. Persons seeking jobs or even persons looking to employ others for a job can be found in classifieds. Jobs at various levels are normally traded often, especially in the economic climate currently. As a result, classifieds provide a means through which persons can find work and seek persons willing to take on jobs. More of the employed are finding their jobs over free classifieds online as well as in newspapers on some occasions. Since there is no charge for posting an ad, businesses can benefit from no cost information.

Even if persons have a set salary previously, they can find other small side jobs through these free classifieds. Clientele for various activities can also be had through the classifieds. In particular, there are also stages of requests as more than one ad can be sent in sequence as positions are filled within an organization and new ones become available. Sometimes an entire organization can be built from the use of classifieds. Because of the strong media content that can be displayed and transmitted over the internet, free classifieds offer a great way of advertising this content for sale. Previews of movie and song creations can be attached to ads to make the viewer and potential buyer aware of exactly what they are purchasing. The area in which the job is posted can also attract suitable persons within that area. For persons looking for babysitters, local free classifieds are a must. For light work such as gardening and housework, classified advertisements should be the first place chosen for potential workers and potential jobs.

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POODLES IN THE WASTELAND

i jest I jest

But 👀

What about pets? Either ones companions would have or a very uncommon one that someone wouldn’t think was a good pet, BUT IS. Deathclaws you can ride like a pony, mole rats that want belly rubs, cazadore’s as cattier pigeons! What are your thoughts?

Or like, Danse or Piper or Fawkes with something hilarious Idek ignore me

Oooookay, here’s my comprehensive list of companions - ALL companions, across Fallouts 3, 4, New Vegas and 76 - and their (headcanon) choices in wasteland pets. I’ll give a little explanation for each - particularly as many of these companions are transients and don’t have the luxury of owning a home to keep pets at. Also, I feel like most of the companions, while they might not necessarily like pets, would be somewhat fond or at least respectful of the pets of the Lone Wanderer/Courier/Sole Survivor/Vault Dweller, like Dogmeat and Rex. 

Bighorners

Lily Bowen: Everyone’s favorite super mutant grandma is already an experienced shepherdess in Jacobstown, and she’s more than willing to tear some night stalkers apart to keep her herd safe. If that’s not love beyond the norm for wasteland livestock, I don’t know what is. She’s probably given all of her bighorners names after the characters in the television reruns she used to watch on holotape in Vault 17, like Grace and Audrey and Lucille. 

Brahmin

Raul Tejada: Actually spent a decent part of his pre-war life living on a ranch, so he knows that most brahmin don’t deserve being labeled “irritable” just because people don’t know how to read their body language. I think he’d follow wild brahmin herds around a bit on a whim and keep them from coming to any harm, especially the little ones. He gives them names like the cattle he grew up with, Corazon and Gordo and Blanca. 

Rose of Sharon Cassidy: Doesn’t truck with the wild herds, but she knows that part of the success of a caravan lies with how well they treat their pack animals. All of her caravan’s brahmin have names - Penny, Magic and Sprinkles - and she’s careful to pair them up with drivers who are patient and work well with their various personalities. 

Cats

Butch DeLoria: While Butch ultimately decided to leave Vault 101 behind, I don’t think he would ever truly lose his fear of radroaches after what they did to his mom. Having a little friend to warm his bunk in Rivet City and pounce on intruders would probably set his mind at ease, maybe a black tomcat with one ear named Pepper. He might even gift his mom a kitten when he next comes to visit. 

Star Paladin Cross: I don’t think Cross much sees the use of an animal that doesn’t contribute to the community it lives in, like most of the Brotherhood of Steel. Cats, however, are excellent at pest control, even if the rats are bigger nowadays. I think she’d give the resident cats at the Citadel some pets in passing, and she’d smile when she has to extract playful kittens from inside her power armor frame. She’s especially fond of the cat colony’s matriarch, a scarred old tabby named Gemma. 

Curie: Upon her transition into a synth body, Curie is overjoyed with most animals and their new willingness to approach her for attention. She especially loves cats because she can pick them up and better feel their fur and purring. Her favorite cat is an orange stray in Diamond City that she calls Claude. 

Piper Wright: A companion for Nat when she’s out adventuring, an unbiased friend to bounce the latest opinion piece off of before going to print, and a lap-warmer for when you’re typing up the latest article about the exploits of the Minutemen - what’s not to like? The Wright family cat is a slippery, elegant calico named Sugar Bomb. 

Preston Garvey: While the Minutemen forts and settlements definitely lean more toward keeping dogs around for security purposes, I think Preston likes his pets quieter and less likely to bowl you over in excitement. The one most likely to sleep with him in his bunk at Sanctuary is a grumpy gray gentleman named Anchovy. 

Deathclaws

Veronica Santangelo: If anyone is crazy enough to swipe a deathclaw egg from a nest and try to hatch, rear and train a personal killing machine named Izzy, it’s Veronica. This will probably just alienate her from her Brotherhood chapter even more, but I’m sure she would take special care to make sure that her usual Mojave Wasteland haunts take a peek through a scope to see if the approaching deathclaw has a human on its back before taking a shot. 

Dogs

Clover: I don’t think Clover gets out beyond Paradise Falls much, so the only animals she’s used to are the dogs the raiders bring around when passing through. She probably has favorites among the usual visitors and enjoys tossing them bits of meat when she’s allowed to get away from Eulogy and Crimson. If liberated, she’d probably get at least three of her own dogs to watch over her while she sleeps: One small dog to carry with her, a Pekingese or Pomeranian descendant named Coco, and two large dogs to follow through on intimidation and protection, a mastiff named Rock and a Doberman descendant named Roll. 

Jericho: Jericho doesn’t deserve a dog but he’d probably have one around anyway to sniff out caps caches and hidden loot after he’s shot everyone in the vicinity. Some slinky beagle mix named Dewey, probably. 

Fawkes: I don’t think Fawkes would be picky at all about what kind of dog he’d have. He strikes me as the type who would adopt any half-friendly mutt he ran across. I do think he would have a bit of a soft spot for friendlier mutant hounds, though, and maybe view their mutated circumstances as similar to his own. He’d also be absolutely amazing at playing fetch. Just imagine how far he could lob a stick or ball. All of his dogs would have literary names too, like Byron and Agatha and Edgar. 

Craig Boone: Though he’s a bit of a prodigy at sniping, Boone knows his limitations when it comes to spotting hidden enemies on the horizon. I can see him having a hound dog at his side to find the more elusive ones and help him get rid of them faster. Maybe a bloodhound mutt named Bravo. 

Cait: Doesn’t like people, but she adores dogs. Having had the life where she’s been abused, exploited and forced into slavery, she’s keenly aware that those like the ones who took advantage of her treat dogs much the same. She’s very protective of any dog she encounters and is very likely to punch you in the face if you so much as look at one wrong. She’d probably name any pup she adopted Lucky. 

Hancock: Honestly, he’s just a fan of any animal that is happy to hang out with you whether you’re drunk, high, fighting raiders or patrolling downtown Boston. The Goodneighbor strays know him as the guy who always has mirelurk jerky in his pockets. His favorite is a rough-and-tumble, black-and-white spotted cattle dog descendant that he cheekily calls King George. 

Robert MacCready: He’s not quick to trust dogs, but once he’s sure they’re not a threat, they’re one of the few critters around which he’ll relax completely. He’s still a little wary of them around Duncan, but any dog that’s a part of his family is more or less his son’s permanent babysitter. 

Nick Valentine: Dogmeat is also basically his dog. The two have a history of working cases together, with Dogmeat just turning up whenever a trail goes cold and leading Nick to the evidence he needs to reopen his investigation. Nick doesn’t know how or why Dogmeat does it, but he’s not about to ruin a good thing. 

Strong: I don’t think he would turn down a ferocious mutant hound as a friend. He’d probably feed it mole rats and call it something like Killer. 

Foxes

Beckett: This former raider has a love-hate relationship with a fox that keeps going through his trash. He affectionately calls him Lil’ Bastard. 

Sofia Daguerre: Having crashed back to an earth she doesn’t recognize, I think Sofia would be tickled that the foxes of Appalachia have basically stayed the same despite the bombs. I can see her leaving dinner scraps out on her porch for one that she sometimes spots in the foliage, and slowly coaxing the critter to come into the light. She names her Scarlett once she finally convinces her to eat out of her hand. 

Mega sloths

Settler forager: I would not be at all surprised if this man ran into a mega sloth in the Mire and decided to try befriending it. The creature, probably surprised at this old guy’s nerve, decided to accept the handful of leaves he offered and grew slowly more fond of the guy’s persistence. It doesn’t know its name is Fergus but it does know that if a human is wearing overalls, it’s probably not a threat. 

Mole rats

Deacon: Alright, hear me out. Deacon has a fondness for underdogs, and mole rats are about as underdog as they come. I think Deacon thinks these little guys are cute despite their wrinkles and buck teeth, and I think he sees the value in having a tunneling pet that likes to collect shiny things. One of his deep cover hideouts is in an old tunnel system in the northern Commonwealth, where he hangs out with a young mole rat named Henry. 

Owls

Raider punk: This radio operator got wind of an abandoned nest of owlets in Appalachia early on in his career and, being the nearest to the report, decided to rescue the little guys. Now he has three owls that occasionally drop in at his camp to hoot and accept handouts: Nona, Decima and Morta. While he’s still fond of them, he’s usually disappointed that they aren’t the Mothman coming to visit. 

Rad chickens

Yasmin Chowdhury: Ever the opportunistic cook, she picked up the practice of raising chickens from the settlers at Foundation and has four hens of her own: Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme. The “ladies,” as she refers to them, give her a constant stream of eggs for omelets. 

Ravens

Settler wanderer: This gal has an affinity with birds, who are always on the move like her. She admires their ability to be untethered and let the wind take them far and wide. Nevertheless, she likes to scatter corn when they come close to her on the road, and formed a sort of friendship with a particularly handsome specimen that she calls Tornado. 

Wolves

Old Longfellow: This guy is the epitome of the meme about dads not wanting pets and then instantly falling in love with whatever animal enters their life. He probably found an injured wolf pup in his travels around the island and took pity on it, nursing it back to health in his cabin. It’s still got a bit of a twisted paw, but follows him around and listens like any other dog and answers to the name Lamoine. 

Yao guai

Porter Gage: I bet this guy adopted an orphaned bear cub and raised it by hand. Now it’s so big that even if Gage thinks he’s an easy target for other raiders due to his age, he’s much less likely to get singled out than he thinks because he has a yao guai following him around like a puppy. The bear’s name is Fuzzy Wuzzy. It has no hair. 

No pets, thanks

Charon: Too likely to accidentally wind up in the line of fire. 

Sergeant RL-3: Too easily corrupted by Communist influences. 

Arcade Gannon: Too much time spent getting in your way. 

Codsworth: Too likely to make messes. 

Paladin Danse: Too many wasted resources. 

X6-88: Too much of a liability. 

Ada: Too easy to lose when on the move. 

Solomon Hardy: Too unsanitary. 

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Noceur with Voltac and their kiddo maybe?

noceur - one who stays up late

It's raining outside when they finally drag themself back home. Heavy droplets splash down their cheeks and drench their hair as they make their way up the stone steps, tugging their coat tighter in a feeble attempt to keep dry.

It's 2 in the morning.

They wonder if the babysitter is even still here.

They weren't supposed to be called out tonight, but after Sylvester ended up in Malachi's infirmary, someone had to make the drop tonight—and luck just had it that they were the only one available. Dreamwalker's profuse apologies and reassurances that they'll be paid back for the babysitter fees play in their mind like a hollow record as they push the front door open.

God, they'd kill for a vacation.

They notice the television playing at a low volume as they close the front door and set their bags down. The babysitter leans forward to see who just came in, and upon spotting them, offers a meek wave. Voltaic grimaces before mouthing their apologies and pulling the money out of their pocket. The exchange is simple—a faint smile and an acceptance of cash—before the babysitter is rushing out into the stormy night.

Slicking their hair back, they pick up the baby monitor and gradually move their way into the kitchen for an incredibly late dinner (or incredibly early breakfast, they suppose). The cupboards seem more barren than usual, and they can already hear Liv scolding them for—

Thump.

All movements come to an abrupt stop as their gaze snaps towards the baby monitor. Their breath catches in their throat as they stare down the robotic device before they hear it again—

Thump.

There are very few instances in which Voltaic moves quickly. One is when Malachi is after them, another is when there's a discount at the hardware store, and the final time is when something involves Preston. Preston, who is supposed to be upstairs sleeping right now.

They dart up the steps with the speed that only a terrified parent could achieve, forcing themself into Preston's room without a second thought. Their gaze darts around the space, drinking in everything it has to offer; the spinning mobile with sheep on it, the nightlight in the corner, the toybox, and the crib where Preston stood unsteadily. They hurry forward and sweep him into their arms as they try to find a source of the noise.

A cube. One of Preston's wooden cubes dropped directly beside the baby monitor, which is the only reason why the sound was more deafening than it should have been.

Voltaic let out a soft groan as they rest their chin on Preston's head, much to his babbling delight. Of course, he'd still be up—he always stays up late if they're not the one putting him to bed.

They pull back enough to get a look at his face, at his wide blue eyes and delighted expression, and feel their own lips twitching into a smile in response. Despite the perpetual terror Preston puts them through, it's nice to come home to him each night.

#thank you!!! #char:voltaic

[valeriethepussycats]

He Saw Her Light

Mini Series

Magneto x child reader, Teen Jonathan Storm x child reader

A/n- the year is 1998 so your 12 year old.

Summary- After findings out that the Thieves Guild is in New York. You hatch a plan to bring them down, with help from unexpected friends.

“It’s been a two years since You had to leave Gambit and New Orleans because of The Thieves Guild. You hasn’t heard from him and you know why. You father tried to keep it from you but you found out. There was a Thieves Guild in New York. That’s why he’s not in New York….why he couldn’t stay. He wants to protect you from them. You was currently in your room looking at some files on Odessa Drake the leader of the New York branch. You has been tracking Odessa for weeks ever since you found the files on her in Coulson’s desk.

You had been gathering Intel on there whereabouts and was going to stop them. You glanced over at your desk to see a picture of you and Gambit and a small smile forms on your face but your moment was short lived when a sudden knock comes from the your door. You knew exactly who it was.

Emily Preston. Your babysitter, she was a newly agent of Shield and your dad wanted to know if she was cut out for it. So Emily was sent to watch over you for five days, most of all the new Shield agents did. (so this was normal to you.) You liked Emily, you and her always did fun stuff together. So that’s what you were thinking Emily do.

Quickly, you puts the files under your pillow and pick up Game Boy and pretend to play it.

“Come in.” You said.

Emily walks inside the room. “Y/n, you’re going to be meeting someone important today.”

“That’s great.” You said with false cheerfulness. “Has my father decided when he’s going to let me start my training.”

Emily smile. “All in do time.”

You give Emily a small smile. “Ok...I’ll be ready.”

“Ok.” Emily said as she walks out the room, closing the door until it’s cracked.

“I’ll finally be able to stop them.” You said with a firm persistence.

Emily smiles to herself as she walks away.

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Upstate New York

After disband of the brotherhood Erik Lensherr Who also goes by the name Magneto. Moved from country to county until people forgot he was Magneto. When he finally made it state side he adapted to a normal life. (Well as normal a mutant can get). He got a job working in a factory. Erik didn’t understand why he had a job. If he ever needed money he could simply rob a bank. So, When the day came were Erik was tired of taking the verbal abuse from his boss he was going to quit and destroy the factory. But a woman around his age had stopped him dead in his tracks and asked for directions and when Erik looked into her eyes he knew he was a goner. He had found a reason to stay at work. Magda Maximoff that was her name, she made Erik see that there was some good in humanity and he was finally happy. But soon his happiness would run out.

Erik walks into his house covered in grease and see Magda sitting in a rocking chair knitting a blanket. He smiles mischievously as he walks up to her.

“Oh don’t you dare!”

Erik gives his wife a big fat kiss despite the fact that he is covered in factory grease.

“Now I’m going to have to bath.”

Erik place a hand on her on large stomach. “How was she today?”

“Very active.“ Magda said with a smile. “Have you thought of any names.”

“Umm....I like the name Wanda.” Erik remarked.

“Wanda....what a lovely name.” Magda declared with a smile.

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You and Emily are walking the street of Manhattan and You instantly thinking of your time with Gambit. Your first time coming to New Orleans he took you to his favorite Jumbo restaurant and You ate till your heart consent. Now days You don’t get to eat Jumbo and it makes you sad. Emily nudges You to get your attention. No 12 years old should have a worry face.

“Y/n.” Emily started. “I know you miss Gambit and the things you two did together but ...I was hoping we could do some of those things.”

“Thanks, Emily.” You said with a small smile. “Where are we going anyways?”

“We are going to see a scientist about your powers.”

Emily and You walks into a building and up to the elevator man. You’re look around the lobby until a boy walks over to you. He was about a two or three older then You and he had short hair Brunette, his eyes were blue with a hint of green, and he was very much taller then You.

“Are you new in the building?” The boy asked.

“No, I’m here to see some scientist.” You answered as you finally look at the boy.

“My sister’s boyfriends dad is a scientist.” The boy replied. “Who lives in this building.”

“Then I’m probably gonna go see him.” You said with a tight-lipped smile. “I’m Y/n.”

“I’m Johnathan, but every one calls me Johnny.”

Emily looks over at You and see her talking to a boy and smile.

Maybe I’ll ask Nick about giving Y/n some more free time.

“Ma’am, the doctor will see you now.” The Elevator man said.

“Y/n, time to go.”

“Well I gotta go see you around, Johnny.” You said walking over to Emily.

“Later, Y/n.” Johnny replied.

Emily and You gets on the elevator and goes up to the 10th floor. You can help but to think of a different types of ways You could use your powers to stop The Thieves Guild to bring them down. The elevator opens and Emily walks out but You hesitates as You looks around the apartment and sees different Science equipment.

“Ah..Ms. Munroe.” A voice announced from behind a curtain. “I’m so glad you could make it.” The man pop up from behind curtain and gets a rag to wipe his hands off. “Nathaniel Richards.”

“Emily Preston.” Emily said shaking his hand.

“And you must be Y/n Munroe?” Richards said as he shakes Your hand.

“Yes..” You voiced.

“Your father called me about your powers.”

“So you’re going to be teaching me how to control my powers?” You said excited. “As soon I get control I’ll will be able to do anything.”

“No, my dear your father wants me to take away your powers.” Richards revealed.

“What....” You said.

The sky darken as lightening comes from Your eyes. “Why....why....would he do that.”

“Because you’re out of control....like how you are now.” Emily voiced. “No child should have the much power.”

“You knew...how could you......you know how important my powers are to me!” You yelled.

A force of wind shatters the windows, Emily and Richards duck down so they don’t get hit with any shards of glass or debris. When they finally thinking it’s safe Emily and Richards stand up and see You are nowhere to be found.

A/n- so I thought I’ll make an mini story about why Erik is so involved in the reader life in the up coming story Forever Mine.

#Magneto x child reader #Teen Jonathan Storm x child reader #Magneto x Reader

[concussed-to-pieces]

The Mettle Of A Man; Part Ten

Fandom: Fallout (4)

Pairing: Eventual Paladin Danse/Female Sole Survivor

Rating: Holy shit M.

AN: Enjoy!

Part One: ArcJet

Part Two: The Prydwen

Part Three: Orders

Part Four: Finding Brandis

Part Five: Weston Water And Oberland

Part Six: Meeting Preston And Matthew

Part Seven: Radstag And Radstorm

Part Eight: The Return To Sanctuary Hills

Part Nine: Domestic Ruminations

[!TRIGGER WARNING!: This installment contains mentions of dubious medical procedures. Stay safe!]

Saying that she was in over her head would imply that, at some juncture, she had not been. Backhand couldn't recall a time when she hadn't been struggling to reach the damn surface. 

  There was so much. An entire underground compound, sprawling and winding like a rabbit warren, filled with synths and the scientists who seemed to style themselves as their betters. 

  Shaun had been the worst part about it all, if she was honest. The knowledge that it hadn't been ten years she had lost, but sixty ...and the now-elderly Shaun's bemusement at her emotional response to the child synth he had been leading her across the Commonwealth with was like a slap in the face. 

  The fact that he had the gall to suggest that she should take over the Institute once he had passed on was infuriating in its own right. Vega wanted nothing to do with any of this. She obliged him to the bare minimum. He wouldn't permit her to leave until she fully took in ' the wonders of the Institute ', everything that 'he' had built, so it was with a reluctant heart that Backhand agreed to think about the choice.

  She didn't hate the Institute. It was odd to realize that, but at the end of the day what she truly hated was the way Shaun had continued to hoard all of the advancements they had made. The lives that could have been saved, the differences he could have made in the Commonwealth-!

  Time passed strangely away from the reign of celestial bodies, simply separated into 'work cycles'. 

  Vega apparently spent the entirety of her first work cycle after arrival watching synths be created, the woman observing perfect bodies emerging disoriented from their vat of red liquid. The scientists overseeing the operation, after briefly introducing themselves, all but ignored her. For that she was grateful, because the process was equal parts fascinating and horrifying in its minutiae. 

  "Hello." One newly-formed synth said, sounding dazed when they addressed her. "I'm...new here?"

  She wanted to cry at how confused the synth looked, she wanted to cry because she knew the life they would have down here. She didn't even have the chance to offer them a word of encouragement before they were spirited away to be properly calibrated.

  Shaun came across her in the Robotics lab, her arms wrapped around her knees as she just... stared . "Ah, Mother. You will tax yourself mentally if you keep this up." Her son, who was now older than her by over forty years, scolded her in that insincere, saccharine manner. Backhand was reminded of Nate every time she heard Shaun speak. Even though he couldn't possibly have any memories of his father, his patronizing tone reeked of the casual superiority Nate had displayed in and out of the courtroom. "I have brought one of our coursers to escort you back to your room, Mother. If you would please cooperate with him."

  "Hello ma'am." The courser intoned as she looked up. "I am X6-88. It is an honor to meet the woman who helped to create Father." He was tall and dark-skinned with narrow shoulders, his body wholly sheathed in the courser uniform to mask whatever bulk he might have. He wore mirrored sunglasses, even down here. 

  Backhand thought of the courser she had to kill to tear the chip out of it and her heart dropped. X6 must know about the courser. What if they had been friends? She hesitated on that thought. Were the synths down here even permitted to form those sorts of attachments? Curie, Sturges and Nick were her only real exposure to non-hostile synths, and all of them had their own personalities, likes and dislikes. Well, Sturges wasn't entirely certain as to whether he was a synth or not, but he believed he was and that was good enough for Vega. Did synths who were still under Institute programming actually have the capacity to create those bonds with one another?

  "X6-88 is one of our finest coursers. Due to your combat history and... affinity for getting into scuffles, I assumed being in the presence of another combat-minded individual would help to put you at ease." Shaun's shrug was almost uncouth , as if he didn't particularly believe the words coming out of his own mouth. Backhand knew that the real reason he was giving a courser babysitter duty was because he didn't trust her not to meddle where she shouldn't. "The majority of the Institute is dedicated to much more lofty goals than synth retention, but why wear out the wrench with a job the hammer can perform?"

  Backhand slowly got to her feet. "Very kind of you to think of my needs." She remarked, praying her voice wasn't too flat. She had yet to get used to how Shaun spoke to the synths. Or rather, how he spoke around them. Despite his insistence that they call him Father, the elderly man treated them like objects. Tools , or furniture items. These were living, breathing, thinking beings, reduced down to nothing more than careless analogies of hammer, wrench and screwdriver. It was heartbreaking. 

  Shaun simply inclined his head, the smile on his face more of a simper. "X6, I expect you to treat my mother with the utmost courtesy. She is, after all, the future of the Institute. During the work cycles following her rest, please escort her around the facility." 

  "Of course, Father." X6 replied immediately, his face and tone entirely devoid of emotion. "If you'll follow me, ma'am."

  Backhand obediently followed X6 back out of the manufacturing laboratory, quickening her steps so she could keep up with the courser. He seemed to realize his legs were longer than hers a split second before she drew up alongside him, the synth slowing abruptly. Backhand ended up in front of him by half a step, chuckling a little as she paused and then fell in beside him.

  "Sorry, my fault." She apologized. 

  X6-88 was silent for a moment, and then muttered, "that is foolish, ma'am. Why would you be sorry about something you have no control over?" Backhand hummed, trying to think of a way to explain. X6 quickly tacked on, "not that I'm questioning you, ma'am. I know questions are unwelcome."

  Vega tilted her head, giving the man a confused look. "Unwelcome?"

  "Father has instructed us not to ask questions. He says they will disrupt you settling in." The courser answered bluntly. 

  Backhand laughed, but the noise had no humor. "I've been disrupted for months , X6-88. You can ask me whatever you like."

  "How did you do it?" X6-88 whirled on her, his tone and posture suddenly hostile. "Z2-47 was incredibly skilled. Deadly. Effective. And yet you killed him."

  Backhand nodded slowly, and she heard X6's gloves squeak with how hard he clenched his fists. 

  " How ." The courser demanded.

  "I...I don't know if I'll be able to explain it in a way you can understand." Backhand replied quietly. "Was Z2 one of your friends?"

  "I-!" X6 jerked to a halt, seeming to realize that he had raised his voice. "My apologies if I have given you the wrong impression, ma'am. I merely sought to...find the weakness you must have exploited." He practically growled through his teeth, "I meant no offense."

  "No no, you didn't offend me at all." Vega said sincerely, nearly putting her hand on his arm in a comforting manner before she reined herself in. "It's just not a conversation I would want other people to hear. Um, is my room…?"

  "We only have a short ways to go. You will explain it to me there?" X6-88 asked curtly.

  "I'll do my level best." The longest seconds in the history of man slipped by as the courser studied her from behind those sunglasses. "It's not that I doubt your intelligence or anything, I'd be an idiot to doubt your intelligence." Vega tried to elaborate after the silence grew uncomfortable. "I just don't know if I'll be able to...get the story to make sense."

  "You are allowed to do as you please, ma'am." X6 said, his voice back to that monotone. 

  Backhand shook her head ruefully. "Never mind. C'mon, before somebody gets uptight that you're looming over me."

  The courser took a hearty step back at that, his brow furrowing. "It was not my intention to make you uncomfortable, ma'am." 

  "X6, I was in the army. You're going to have to do a lot more than that to make me uncomfortable. I'm more concerned about what someone might do to you . You know, if they think you're trying to threaten me."

  X6-88 was silent for the remainder of the walk to her quarters, which turned out to be just as sterile as everywhere else. Backhand felt extremely awkward, afraid that she would get dirt on the pristine white furniture.

  She settled gingerly into one of the chairs, gesturing to indicate that X6 should sit as well. He did so after a moment, perched on the very edge of the chair and leaning towards her. 

  Vega clasped her hands in her lap. "X6, has there ever been anyone in your life that you wanted to protect?"

  The courser responded without hesitation. "G5-19." Backhand squinted, trying to figure out why she knew that particular--oh. Oh . But X6 wasn't done. "They were efficient at performing their tasks. Helpful. Useful. An asset to the Institute." He tilted his head at her. "And weak. Poor at combat."

  "You would have done anything to keep them safe?"

  "I did everything that I could." X6-88 said sharply. "I was ineffective in the end, however."

  "Take that feeling and multiply it tenfold, and that's how I felt about Shaun. I knew that I would do everything I could to get my child back. Even if it meant I would have to take down an Institute murder machine." Backhand explained. "There was nothing to exploit, I promise. Just a sad mom's desperation to find her son. Z2-47 gave as good as he got." 

  "I find it very difficult to believe that you employed no underhanded tactics." X6 remarked. "G5 was taken via the use of a pulse grenade, so I assume you must have used something similar."

  "A pulse grenade?" Backhand asked incredulously. "Who the hell were you fighting? "

  "It was a group of raiders that found one of our salvage teams. I was away on another assignment, so I was not physically present." X6's hands gripped down on his thighs. "Had I been there, I assure you things would have played out differently." He muttered.

  "Oh no." Backhand felt a rush of sorrow, and then felt ridiculous. Untold hours ago, she had been standing in Sanctuary Hills, certain that the relay would do absolutely nothing and she would be back to square one. And yet here she was, inside the Institute, listening to a courser talking about losing someone. 

  "I am under the impression that the raiders must have tortured and killed her. Even if she did not die immediately, there is no possibility that someone as weak as her survived on the surface for very long." If Backhand didn't know better, she would have sworn that he sounded grieved. "I asked to be spinally recalibrated and have her memory removed from my processes but my request was denied."

  "Why would you want to-"

  "G5-19 is a distraction." X6-88 growled. "As a courser, I am not permitted distractions."

  "But they denied your request." Backhand repeated.

  "Correct, ma'am."

  "I don't understand why they would say you can't have distractions but then also refuse to remove them." The woman mused, resting her chin in her hand as she thought. "What's the spinal calibration process like?"

  "All synthetic cerebrospinal fluid is drained from the body, wiped of signature and then reinserted via a series of lumbar, thoracic and cervical injections." X6-88 elaborated curtly. "Posture is also corrected during the procedure, as the vertebrae must be properly aligned in order for the fluid to redistribute as intended."

  Vega got a little queasy at his description. "I'm going to assume this isn't a painless undertaking?"

  "It is extremely painful." X6's tone was flat, giving no indication of his feelings on the matter. 

  "But you would have gone through that, just to-"

  "I am an effective instrument of the Institute. If I remove distractions, I am even more effective." X6 interrupted her. "G5-19's memory does not make me more effective. Therefore it is useless to cling to it. I made the mistake of mentioning how distracting I found their memory, and Dr. Ayo wished to study the effects over a period of time. So my request was denied." The leather of his uniform made a soft noise as he shifted in the seat. "I do not prefer one over the other, but if I am not as sharp as possible, there is always an enemy willing to exploit that crack in my armor."

  Vega extended a hand and the courser stared down at it blankly. "May I?" The young woman asked, deliberately keeping her voice even and soft. X6 glanced at her over the tops of those impregnable sunglasses and Backhand was startled to see that his eyes were in fact a light, steely gray.

  "Why?" The synth queried.

  "I'm a tactile person. A lot of times I feel like it's easier to make my point if I'm connected to the person I'm speaking with."

  "I am a tactile learner as well," was all he said in reply. X6-88 didn't move, warily watching her. 

  Backhand relented after a moment, clasping her hands in her lap once more. "I just want you to know that sometimes memories aren't a bad thing, or a distraction. Like with me. Memories were all I had to get me here." She explained pragmatically. "They were my sole, driving force. I was going to get my baby back."

  "Now that you're here, and you can see all the wonders of the Institute firsthand, was it worth it?" X6-88 asked sharply. "Or would it have been better if you woke up without recollection, just another nameless Vault dweller? Can you honestly say you're better off having been reunited with your son?" He challenged her, " especially since you were under the impression that he was still a child via the ruse facilitated by Kellogg and S9-23?"

  Backhand, reeling from the courser's impromptu interrogation, nearly missed the flicker of confusion that twisted his features. She tried to formulate a response, wondering all the while why he was so bent out of shape over her being tricked.

  "I...I meant no offense, ma'am." He said slowly before she could reply. "I am not supposed to ask questions. Why would I ask so many?" He seemed troubled, muttering about needing a full calibration as, " this is getting out of hand ."

  "Look," Backhand said finally, corralling her thoughts into some semblance of order. "I can admit that I don't have all the answers. Despite what every human down here says, we're not actually all-knowing beings. But if you have questions, questions that other people can't or won't answer, I can always take a crack at 'em." She offered.

  "Ma'am, are you implying that our brilliant minds may be keeping information from me?" X6-88 said, a slight uptick in his tone indicating his incredulity.

  Vega held up her hands in an attempt to appease the courser. "Whoa whoa, I'm not saying anything like that. I'm just saying that if you feel like you're not getting the full story, you can ask me. After all, I'm a wellspring of firsthand pre-war knowledge." Her smile turned wry as she recalled Danse's words to her. "A relic, if you will."

  …

  X6-88's first question opened as a statement, oddly enough. "You do not like it down here." The courser observed as he watched her. 

  He had been like a dubiously-benevolent shadow throughout her stay, the work cycles ticking away as she soaked up the Institute's fluorescent ambiance like a sponge. "You're right." Backhand replied. No use denying it . "I don't."

  "Why not?" 

  She leaned silently on the railing overlooking the atrium for several long minutes. "I don't feel like I deserve it, I guess." She admitted softly. "I'm not made for a place like this. Hell, I didn't even feel like I deserved my spot in the Vault. Only reason I went was because of Shaun."

  "You would have died were it not for the obligation you felt towards your offspring?"

  "Well, when you put it like that …" Backhand chuckled sadly. "In a way, yes."

  "Explain."

  "I'm not a good person, X6. Back in the war, I...there's stuff I'm not proud of. I let people goad me into doing things that were out of character for me." She tried to keep it simple, a little less messy than her piecemeal recollections. "I didn't deserve to have a baby. I didn't deserve to have that second chance, that life outside the military." She stared off into space, her eyes unfocused. "I had no one else to love, so I poured all of the affection I had into caring for Shaun. I didn't have a lot after the divorce, but we had a house and food."

  "Divorce?" X6-88 sounded curious. "What were you divorced from?"

  "My husband. Shaun's father."

  "Oh, Progenitor Nathan." X6 mused. "Father has no memory of him."

  "He wouldn't. Nate wanted nothing to do with him." Vega murmured. 

  "I cannot fault him. Infants are highly unsettling." The courser said bluntly, making Backhand burst out laughing. "Ma'am, please attempt to control yourself." 

  "Of course, of course. I'm sorry, X6. I just...the way that you said it, and you being what you are, I couldn't keep my composure." The woman wheezed, grinning up at him. 

  "I'm afraid I don't understand your amusement, ma'am."

  "Well you're this deadly killing machine and yet something so innocent is something you find unnerving." 

  "I am...unused to their noise." X6-88 explained. "They are shrill. Their hunger cries are akin to torture."

  " Oh ." Backhand didn't bother trying to hide her smile. "I guess that would be a problem for you. Back before the war, there were kids everywhere . More chances for people to uh, get used to their racket."

  "That sounds like a nightmare." 

  " Everything about pre-war sounds like a nightmare to you." Backhand retorted petulantly.

  "You are correct, ma'am." X6-88's mouth curved up ever so slightly at the left corner. If she hadn't been watching, she would have missed it. "Children and heights are loathsome to me and from what I learned via browsing archival data, the pre-war world was rife with tall buildings and wailing infants." He cocked his head to look at Backhand over his sunglasses, his expression downright human . "Mankind's ivory towers and dreams of the future did them very little good."

  Backhand suddenly took note of the death grip the courser had on the railing of the balcony. 

  "G5-19 enjoyed children. She was very weak." X6 remarked reluctantly, like the words were being dragged out of him. "I still don't know what she was doing on surface detail. She had never expressed any interest in the surface. She was a simple maintenance synth."

  "I notice that you refer to her as 'she'. The rest of the coursers just call the other synths 'unit'." Backhand pointed out.

  "Another fault of the memories I am plagued by. Speech processor issues. I assign gender due to some form of...error in how I perceived her." X6 shrugged. "Doctor Ayo does not believe it is detrimental for the time being." 

  "Do you think it's because she was a real person to you?" Yikes, too direct , Backhand realized as X6-88 stiffened up. "I mean, because you got to know her. She obviously had some kind of personality that left an impression on you." She tried to amend. The courser was already in turmoil over the memories he didn't want to keep, it wasn't her place to pry.

  "She was weak." X6 seemed to default to that as a descriptor for his... friend , his brow furrowed. Backhand resigned herself to that being the end of the conversation, and then, "she was weak like you are, ma'am."

  "Like me?" The woman asked, surprised. "I don't think I understand."

  X6-88 nodded, his stony expression far from encouraging. "She wanted to help, even if it was detrimental to her. Constantly working. Truthfully, her disregard for the work cycles was what put us in touch in the first place. I was sent to find her when several jobs turned up as incomplete and I located her in a supply closet, fast asleep." He sighed heavily. "I was supposed to reprimand her and send her for recalibration. I still don't understand why I didn't. I even lied and said that I did." 

  The honesty of his admission was unsurprising to Vega; all the synths in the Institute seemed to have very few qualms about telling the truth. She imagined that must be part of their programming, so the scientists could maintain their grip on the synths that vastly outnumbered them.

  "She asked to be transferred from Facilities to Bioscience. She wanted to help, even after her request was denied. She spent all of her free time in Bioscience." His gloves squeaked on the metal bannister. "Then one day I came back from an assignment and she was...gone." He actually sounded pained now, the most emotion she had heard out of him yet. "It was a break in my routine and I do not cope well with such interruptions."

  Translation: I'm sad and I'm not allowed to be , Backhand theorized privately.

  "I would greatly appreciate it if you would not do the same." The courser said abruptly, turning to face her. "Take care of yourself, ma'am. You are, after all, the future of the Institute."

  "X6-"

  "I am being given a new assignment in the following work cycle and will no longer be responsible for you. So I will reiterate my suggestion to you." He said sternly. "Take care of yourself."

  Backhand didn't have the heart to tell the synth that a suggestion and an order were two different things. "Alright." She replied. "I'll do my best, if you promise to do the same. And I...I hope that someday you'll find that friend of yours."

  "Doubtful. But I appreciate the sentiment, ma'am." X6 inclined his head, and then departed. 

  …

  With X6 out in the field, Vega felt like she could finally get down to business. She had a veritable laundry list of to-dos, and she had no idea how long she had even been down here for. 

  There was sneaking into the old branch of Bioscience for the serum to cure Virgil. It was surprisingly simple despite the security measures, to the point where Backhand was almost suspicious .

  Then there was the holotape Sturges had given her to scan the Institute network, easily managed. " I'll be makin' copies of it. I imagine my boy Johnny D. will be mighty interested in what the suits have been up to, and then of course one for your friends in the Brotherhood ." He had informed her right before she had relayed, pressing the tape into her hands. 

  Next there was a bit of a...pet project. X6 had mentioned that his friend (alive and well, unbeknownst to him, functioning as Curie's new body) had expressed no real interest in the surface to the courser, and yet had somehow ended up on a salvage patrol. That sounded like a scheme. A well-meaning scheme. It was possible that there was a scientist sympathetic to the plight of the more self-aware synths.

  Her gentle inquiries put her back in touch with a scientist by the name of Doctor Alan Binet, whom she had met during the first work cycle she spent in the Institute. He worked in Robotics, supervising the creation of synths from the ground up.

  He was delighted to exposit upon his theories of synth cognitive capabilities. The good doctor had apparently witnessed synths experiencing REM sleep, and that fueled him to study their behavior even closer than before. Because if they could dream, why couldn't they have a soul as well?

  But strangely, he seemed adamant in the stance that he would never release the synths to the surface, stating that it was a living hellscape. Backhand couldn't exactly refute his claims either.

  Vega left Robotics stumped and defeated. If not the man who was performing social experiments with the synths, then who?

  She left it alone for the time being, moving on to her last, arguably most important objective. 

  Convincing one Doctor Madison Li to take up her Brotherhood mantle once more.

Part Eleven

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Parents- Preston Burke

Pairing: Preston Burke x Reader

Characters: Preston Burke

Warnings: N/A

Request: N/A

Word Count: 569

Author: Charlotte

“Preston, do you have a minute?” You smiled softly to your fiancé, hoping he wasn’t about to go into surgery and that he would have enough time to talk to you amidst the hectic life of a surgeon.

“Of course,” he said, equally fondly, allowing you to lead him to the near by on call room to have a minimal amount of privacy.

You didn’t know how to tell him everything. There was so much to say and a lot of it was stuff that you should have said earlier but you needed to be fully certain before you would be able to tell him. There was more than one piece of life changing news and you didn’t want to be telling him before it was a certain concept.

“How did the intern exam go?” He asked.

Maybe it would be easier to tell him than you thought. He had started the dialogue for the conversation, and you would be able to lead on with it easily.

“I didn’t take it,” you admitted. “I was speaking to the chief instead.”

He cocked an eyebrow at you. “Did something happen? Are you retaking it at another time?”

You took his hands in yours, knowing he wouldn’t take it easily, but he needed to know the truth as lies weren’t a good foundation for a happy relationship.

“I’m leaving the program; the chief is allowing me to stay on for the rest of the month so I can find another job and then I am no longer a surgical intern.”

Preston paused, not knowing what he should say to that. You had been a good surgeon, you had great prospects, and he had no idea why you would give that up. You had put so much time, money, effort and sanity into getting through your training so far, there wasn’t a logical reason as to why you would abandon it.

“Why?” He asked, the only word he could form in his confusion.

“I’m pregnant, Preston.”

If he was confused before, he was completely baffled now.

“What?”

“Both of my parents were surgeons. They said they loved me and wanted the best for me, but they spent far more time at the hospital than they ever did at home. I had nannies and babysitters who were lovely and took care of me, but they weren’t my parents. It’s not fair to a child to not have anyone. I’ve always wanted a family and it was a big decision, but I know how much your career means to you and I know you would give the world to be the best father, but it will be okay. With one of us that care do the groundwork of raising a child, the other is able to make the most of the time they get with them,” you said softly.

“You’re pregnant and you’re giving up your surgical career?” He said, clearly trying to organise his thoughts enough to make them clear.

“Yes. I always thought I’d be a better mother than a surgeon anyway,” you shrugged.

He took a second more before a joyous smile curled onto his lips. “We’re going to be parents?”

You nodded your head, not being able to control the laugh that escaped you due to his seemingly lost state.

Leaning in Preston pressed his lips to yours signifying the start of the new life you would have as parents.

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[riofann]

A Different Path Part 1

This is based post Beth Boland. 

Things with Beth were becoming too disorderly and dangerous for Rio.  So he made a deal with the feds knowing that Beth would in turn shoot him instead of Turner because her desire to be King was more compelling. So he knew she would do what she could to make sure she held onto it.  He found himself waking up in the hospital sore from the wounds earlier. He was allowed to recover before finishing the deal. Beth Boland was a problem for the Feds and no longer his. 

“Okay well everything is set” Turner said gathering the documents  “where are you going to move?” he asked Rio

“I’m sure you’ll be watching its a surprise” 

Turner sighs circling back to his desk to sit “Don’t forget our deal. We find you engaging in this shit again next time there will be no deal”

Rio’s jaw clenches before he speaks “I heard you” 

“Well see you around” Turner says dismissing him 

He nods walking away. His next stop is to meet Gretchen at her office 

“Wow look at you! Doing okay?”  she says hugging him. This whole ordeal had been just as stressful for her if not more. She initially refused to agree calling him crazy  for coming up with the idea. But seeing him standing, let alone alive, was a huge relief 

“See you worry too much” he remarks

“I had a reason” 

He smiles taking a sip of his coffee 

“So like discussed with the feds you live a simple life and all is good”

“Right” he says sarcastically 

“Seriously Rio let this go” 

He smacks his teeth “I can’t i have many people depending on me, you can’t just walk away from this shit you know that”

“Well is there anything else i need to know you deliberately refused to tell me about the whole Beth Boland situation”

He shakes his head “Nah”

“You know our confidentiality agreement whatever it is we” she points between them “can figure it out”

He nods quickly “I know”

“Well where are you going?” 

“Don’t know yet but ill keep you posted”

She sighs “okay well whatever you decide to do, decide to go please strongly consider who you get in bed with.”

He scoffs and chuckles 

“All jokes aside you have a son I’m sure it wasn’t fun for him to hear that his dad got shot and that he has to leave his friends here and move somewhere else. I don't want to tell you how to live your life but maybe the next woman in your life shouldn't be so willing to pick up the gun and go gun toting around town with you.”  

He nods nibbling on his bottom lip

“This Bonnie and Clyde thing that you’re trying to do creates a lot of issues as we have seen.” She pauses to see if he’s even listening to what shes saying “Don’t you want to walk down the street and not worry that someones gonna be pulling up to do a drive by? or not need a crew around you at all times? or constantly look over your shoulder?” he remains silent with a straight face  she throws her hands up “Anyway i’m getting side tracked just reconsider your life and Marcus’s”

He places the cup down and stands up “Good lookin out”

“Yea take care of yourself”

“Do the same” he retorts 

“Im here you know that”

He turns to face her as he reaches for the door knob “I got your number” 

He watches as his things are packed in a truck. He could go anywhere but where? He ultimately decides to go to Chicago. Why?  It was much bigger city easier to move about without being spotted a mile away. It was definitely different from small town dealings. He already had property in Chicago so there was no need to search for places to stay. His kingdom was much bigger than the feds or anyone knew. But Chicago would be a good change for him and Marcus. 

-

“Coming!” He hears her voice from the other side of the door. “RIO! OMG!” 

“Carol!”  He greets as he walks into her home

“Hey darling how are you?”

“Good good” 

“Hows your shoulder?” she asks touching it lightly 

“Eh” he shrugs as he sits by the island

“So what can i do for you? what do i owe this visit” she asks grabbing cups out of the cabinet

“Came to visit see how things were going?” 

“Good!”  

Carolann and William were a older couple in their 50s. Rio’s business partners both successful at cleaning the money that they never showed up on anyone's radar. 

“I need the name of good schools here and babysitters”

“Are you moving here?” she inquires 

He nods 

“FINALLY! i told you Chicago was the place”

He smiled looking at her “sometimes you gotta learn the hard way”

“I know I know anyway my kids went to private schools here, the public schools are just, they need help, how old is Marcus? How’s he doing” He and the Greene’s had been in business for so long they were basically like family. He had watched their kids grow and they were there when Marcus was born.

“Growing he’s good though. Hes 6”  

“Okay i can get you a list of schools, i can also reach out to my old baby sitter or ask around”

“Yea thanks”

“Its really good to see you doing well”

“Yea how are things going?”

“Great you know that though or you wouldn’t be smiling” 

He smirks remembering past encounters where guns were drawn “Where’s William?” he asks looking around 

“Oh hes in Colorado for a conference” she says taking a sip of her coffee

“Cool” he stands up “Thanks for the coffee ill see you around yea”

“Okay!” she says as she walks him to the door

He left her house and saw the oh too familiar black town car sitting parked at the end of the street. Whatever he’s next move were, they had to be more tactful than before. 

Months pass and Rio and Marcus finally settle into Chicago.  They enjoy exploring the city. He liked not having to drive but sometimes driving was better than taking the CTA (L train) so his car was parked under the building. One by one his crew moves to surrounding cities in Illinois. He’s taking his time there’s no rush to get the money and he’s doing his best to not sweat the small stuff. 

“So whats going on with your love life?” Carol asks as she makes his drink 

“Non you know how it goes” He found himself missing Beth and having a lot of one night flings to get her out of his system

“Yea yea lonely at the top” she repeats what he’s said many times before 

He smirks “what’chu got a friend for me?” he would appreciate a distraction 

“No... well (she looks up).... no, no forget it just asking. Wondering if your looking for a queen”  

He was a frequent person at Carol’s place it was easier to talk business and since there was barely any hiccups there really wasn’t much said. 

He shakes his head in response he wasn’t going to be as open this time 

The door opens and you walk in “Ahhh Y/N you finally made it”  he hears her say 

“Hey sorry” you say as you take off your coat  

You look around the room and greet everyone. 

She gives you a longing hug “mmmm it’s good to finally see you”

Rio looks at you. You looked familiar but he can’t place you exactly. 

“Come sit sit” she says pulling you to sit next to her

“Thanks” 

“Oh sorry what do you want to drink dear?”

“Umm hard cider” you answer as you settle into the sofa

“Yup one hard cider coming up”  

“Remember Rio?” she asks as she returns with drink in her hand 

You look at him “Oh yea hi how are you?” you remember him and how he made you nervous he held this scowl 

“Rio you remember Y/N” she asks him 

He looks confused he was trying to recall but he couldn’t “nah i can’t really” 

Carol cuts in “She’s Preston’s wife remember him?”

Preston your late husband, was one of Rio’s customers “Oohh”  Rio remembers the first time he saw you a run down housewife he remembers Preston telling you to cook and thinking to himself he would never eat your food if you looked like that, only God knew how your food would taste. 

You don’t say much during your time there and nothing really happens but empty conversations. 

Throughout the months you frequently stop by but not much happens when you’re there Carol was the life of the party so you don’t mind giving all the spotlight to her. 

“What’s up wit’cho friend?” Rio asks after you leave 

“Who Y/N?” 

“Yea”  he says remembering you sitting there quietly

She sighs “She’s been through a lot” 

He gave a look that indicated for her to continue

“Lets just say Preston wasn’t what he portrayed to be” He thinks back to his interactions with Preston he was always pleasant 

“What he do cheat?”

“No worse, at least the worst Bill has done to me is have an affair i couldn’t imagine being beaten everyday of my marriage. She’s taking her time adjusting to society and life without him” 

“How long have you two known each other?”

“Oh Bill and Preston were friends first, they introduced us. So like 8 years? To tell you the truth I’m glad Preston is 6 feet under she was too good for him” 

He nods rubbing his chin 

Next time you come around its Carol’s birthday and she’s throwing a huge masquerade party.  Thanks to that lucrative “business”. The venue is full of people and you show up later than everyone else and find yourself walking around until you run into her 

“Hey! I’m glad you came!” she greets you 

“Thanks for inviting me” 

“Come on let me take you to our table” 

When you approach you see Rio in his all black outfit with a mask that covers one side of his face 

“Look who’s here guys Y/N!” 

“Hey!”  you greet as you take a seat

You sit across from Rio and he watches as you interact with Carol and he doesn’t think hes ever seen you smile before. It’s interesting to him to watch you interact with her throughout the night you weren’t as timid nor reserved as your usual self tonight, you even danced with her at some point.

He sees you weeks later at a local dive bar near his loft. He sits towards the back and watches as people come and go by. It was kind of empty early afternoon and curiosity creeps in when he sees you sitting by the bar. He grabs his glass before he approaches you.

“Hey another?” the bartender asks him before taking his cup 

He nods in response  

You don’t look up listening to music playing on your phone it’s only when it sounds like someone calls your name is when you look up

“Oh Hi Rio!” you say removing your head phones  

“Y/N right?” 

“Yea” 

“Mind if i sit here?” he asks

“No its okay” you say shuffling to the left a little 

“So whats your poison?” he asks inquiring about the drink in your cup 

You lift it up “Tequila” 

He smiles 

“You?” 

“Uh” he thinks “any really right now rum” 

You nod

“So what’chu doin’ here?” he asks before taking a sip 

“I’m off today and I’m done with my errands so thought why not a drink? this is one of my favorite bars in the city”

He nods “what do you do?”

“I’m a project manager”

“Sounds” he pauses to think of the right word

“Boring i know”  you smile looking down

He chuckles “Yea”  

“What about you?” 

“Oh uh i own a business printing” 

“Oh nice!” 

He smiles “so what happened to Preston?” he asks remembering Carol’s statement about him being 6 feet under

“Oh uh he overdosed on coke, it will be a year next week” 

He makes a face that was not his doing 

“Yea i tried to get him to stop but i couldn’t” 

“Sorry to hear”

You take a sip and say “Shit happens”

“True” 

You don’t say much to each other and when you finish your drink you leave. 

-

“So what do you think of Rio Y/N?” Carol asks you paying close attention to your reaction

“Uh he’s cool I guess why?” you now wonder how that question even came about, you were talking about the new buildings downtown 

She smiles before answering “He likes you” 

“Who?” 

“Rio duh” 

You roll your eyes “yea okay”

“I’m serious! have you not seen how he looks at you?”

“Like he’s bored?” because you had no idea what she could be even talking about 

“Nooo that man is smitten by you Y/N”  

“We barely talk i haven’t said anything to him for him to like me” pointing out flaws in her theory 

She shrugs “Maybe he sees something in you” 

You roll your eyes once more “Please”

“You know” she sits next to you “any fool with 2 eyes could see that Preston did what he did to you because he was afraid of losing you to the next man, he’s gone don’t let him have that same power over you”

You think for awhile going over the times you have been around him “So you’re saying your business partner likes me?”

It’s not like you were oblivious to Carolann and William’s dealings seeing that Preston was once part of that not to mention one day you walked in on her stuffing money in a duffel bag but chose to not even address it because Preston was still very much alive. 

“Noo not my business partner, but Rio, yes he does just pay attention next time”

“Carol”

“Not every man is a monster” 

“I know that” 

“So what’s the issue?” she wonders 

“Am I not like older than him?”

She shakes her head and looks up  “If I’m not mistaken he’s approaching 30 soon” 

“And im approaching 31”

She shrugs you two are age mates “3 year difference, not a big deal...... Just be open or at least try”

“Fair enough” 

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[just-another-wasteland-merc]

☀️🌊 for Em for the oc asks?

☀️ How well does your OC take care of themself? Do they tend to put others before their own well-being and if so, how often? What is their favorite way to pamper themself?

Em does take care of herself regularly. She doesn't always eat as much or as often as she should, but she's so busy that she sometimes forgets, or on the occasion that she hits a depression low, she won't eat unless Mac kinda makes her.

In the beginning, she put others before herself fairly often, helping others with their problems before moving on with her own agenda. It took Mac pulling her aside and telling her that he wanted her to be in Duncan's life that she sort of pumped the brakes on it, and took a little more time in finishing her own things before helping others. She doesn't pull a 180, but she becomes a little more conscious of the fact that she now has someone to come home to besides her dog.

She likes to pamper herself by reading. If she is able, she'll plop herself on the couch with a good book, a blanket, and the fireplace and read all day. And Mac is fine with it. He's got stuff to do in the house anyway, and she works too hard for his liking to ask for her help. He'll find things to keep him occupied until he joins her with his comic or whatever he happens to be reading.

🌊 What does your OC do on their days off from working, school or whatever else they may do? Do they enjoy relaxing, shopping, hanging out with friends? What is a normal day like for them?

If Em's not on the road or in the clinic, she spends time at home with her family. Quality time with the children is precious to her, whether it's in the beginning and reading to Duncan while quizzing him on words, or with the kids they have together, and playing, teaching them things, or just spending time with them. She also values her quality time with Mac, so they may do something that involves the whole family, or they might sneak away and grab a babysitter (like Sturges and Preston or Deacon) and head out for date night.

She does love hanging out with friends, and will head to the bar for a few drinks and have a good time. Sometimes one of them overindulges, but as long as they get home safe, that's all that matters.

A normal day includes morning cuddles with Mac, then getting up once they hear feet running down the hall. Em usually makes breakfast for the family, while her and Mac talk about who's going where. Em usually stays home with the kids if Mac is out running some jobs, but they switch regularly so Em can run the clinic. Then they gather again for dinner (everyone's on their own for lunch or snacks. They eat when they're hungry), the kids run off to play or do what they want for the evening, then the kids get tucked into bed by both parents, Em and Mac stay up a little longer to have a nightcap together and talk about their day, then head to bed for nighttime cuddles!

This got long, whoops. But thank you for the ask!

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[fo4companionsreact]

*pokes* is this blog still active? if so, can i request the companions reacting to sole overworking themselves (not eating, sleeping properly, etc) and finally collapsing from it?

Pffff!! If it’s still active?! OF COURSE IT IS…. irregularly and with great pauses, but it is active :D

Cait - Come to think of it, she did notice Sole barely eating, almost always taking the watch for the night and some serious daily workout. They were out in the sun, making beds for some settlement and Cait was bored out of her mind, bitching about it. Suddenly, their whole body just gave out and Sole fell down like a ragdoll. Cait began cursing under her breath as she picked them up. They were seriously overheating and only now, up close, did the ex-slave noticed the dark circles under their eyes. 

With a help of some settler, she carried Sole into one of those newly build shacks, laying them on the bed they’ve finished mere minutes ago. Sole was cooling up slowly, but were near unwakeable, she only managed to give them some water, before they zoomed out again. “Dumbass… That’s what you get for treating yourself like shit,” said Cait under her breath, but stayed with them until they were feeling better.

Codsworth - The mister handy immediatelly set off to find some help, knowing that trying to drag them away from the attacking sunlight would end up with them most likely wounded from his arms. Of course, not even 30 seconds later were there settlers that were saved by Sole themselves few hours prior. Two settlers carried Sole to a shack, while a timid looking woman poured some cool water on their head, waking up fairly dazed Sole.

Codsworth handed them some more water, which Sole drank extremely quickly. As soon as they did, Sole fell asleep on the mattress, the sleeping deficit taking a toll on them, among other things. As soon as the robot was sure they’d be fine, he began making a meal for them when they’d rested enough. It saddened Codsworth, really. They were taking care of everyone, but themselves.

Curie - “Oh, no!” said Curie very quietly, when she caught a glimpse of Sole’s bared torso. Both of them were dreched and found themselves in the process of changing clothes, so they wouldn’t catch a cold. And Curie saw just how malnourished Sole was. Come to think of it, she now noticed how little were they eating. Considering what sort of exercise they do every day, Sole should be eating 4 times more than they do.

Sole made a move to leave the building they were in, as they were already sporting dry clothing, but Curie blocked their path: “What are you doing, Curie?” they said. Sole’s voice was filled with fatigue. Saying nothing, Curie grabbed them by their shoulders and almost drag them to sit in one of the chairs around. After thorough scolding about how they should care better about themselves, Curie proceeded to cook a nutritious meal for them, after which she sent them straight to bed.

Danse - This was not good. At all. Sole was a Brotherhood of Steel soldier, which is a very physically demanding job, yet Sole didn’t get nearly enough rest and food they needed. Danse always knew this and knew that it could destroy them and now he was cursing himself to hell and back, because he let it happen. Sole was unconscious, lying on the hard ground. The paladin let out a sigh as he got out of his power armour and picked them up, laying them down on a nearby bed.

When he chekced that they were safe, he ran off to fetch a doctor. They’re probably just sleeping (god knew they needed it), but better be safe, than sorry. As the doctor looked them up and down, Danse began rummaging through their things, finding them some food and plenty of water, for when they regain their consciousness. He then made a promise to himself; he will now always keep in mind that they care for themselves, since they probably won’t…

Deacon - He’s been through this himself. When something fucks up, one has to deal with it, and Deacon’s always dealt with it by trying to do more work than he could handle while neglecting his basic needs. He had to admit, it wasn’t nice. At all. Of course, the agent immediatelly made sure they were breathing and had a stable heartbeat, before picking them up and putting them on the nearest bed.

He picked an (almost) clean rag and poured some water on it, laying it on their forehead. He was no nurse, or a babysitter, but Sole was his friend and as mentioned above, seeing one of your only, if not the only friend in such a state made him feel sick. He was there when they woke up later, offering them some InstaMash and a Nuka Cola, both of which they gratefully accepted. When they were done eating, Sole let sleep take them once more. They’re gonna stay in this cabin for a while, as it seems.

Dogmeat - The pup saw them falling down, but not getting up, therefore he immediatelly rushed by their side and began licking their face. Sole woke up after a while and Dogmeat almost dragged them into a shadow. THere Sole sat, slumped against the wall, while Dogmeat went off to bark at Trashcan Carla until she came around. 

Of course, she was cursing and fussing, but gave Sole something ‘on the house’, a single canteen of purified water and a can of Pork n’ Beans. It wasn’t a lot, but Sole was grateful anyway, being thirsty and starving. They later left to go to bed, while Dogmeat kept them company, dozing off softly over their legs, watching over them.

Hancock - “Oh, shit,” he said, getting Sole’s attention. Now, he looked at them maybe a little more than was necessary, so he was surprised he didn’t notice how… skinnier Sole became. And definetely not in a good way, they looked completely starved out. He definetely shouldn’t be telling anyone how to live, shouldn’t even combine the words ‘healthy’ and ‘lifestyle’, but this wasn’t good. So he told them, as nicely, but firmly as possible.

It took him a while to finally get them to eat and drink something. He even threatened them a bit, saying that he’d be making sure they care for themselves, that he’d be like their own fucking babysitter. After Sole’s been fed and promised him they’d try to live more healthily, he sent them to bed. He might have been a bit of an asshole, too strict on them, but Hancock already saw many of his friends lost. He didn’t want to go through this with Sole.

MacCready - The sniper wasn’t overly picky about his food - after living off mushrooms for 16 years of his life, a well made mole rat steak was a fine dish. On the other hand, he could see why Sole wouldn’t like eating too much, they were certainly used to better food. So it didn’t worry him too much at first. At first. It worried him way more when he saw Sole collapse on the ground, literally starved.

He wasn’t the best cook out there, but when Sole finally woke up and smelled the mirelurk omelettes he made, they almost choked themselves on them. MacCready then proceeded to tell Sole how dumb they were for not eating and drinking enough and what a scare they gave him. Sole felt awful, apologized about a hundred times and promised they would eat more. “I sure hope so,” the sniper said, “neither of us wants me force feeding you now, right?” 

Nick Valentine - Being a synth and not having basic needs like sleeping or eating, he noticed how badyl Sole neglected themselves pretty early on. He even told them about it, on several ocassions. Things like ‘This place looks safe. YOu sure you don’t want to catch some Z’s?’ or ‘You know I don’t need to sleep, right? You can sleep while I watch out…’. Now that the synth detective reflected back on it, he should’ve been firmer.

Sole was nervous, literally jumping at shadows. The circles under their eyes were very, very dark and they looked like they would fall asleep right on their feet. That was quite enough for Nick. He grabbed their shoulder, maybe too forcefully, and dragged them towards the ranger cabin. He sat them on the bed, while they argued. “Listen, kid/doll. I know you’re tough. But if you want to keep helping people and find your son, you’ve got to take some time to rest.” Sole agreed in the end and were out by the time their head hit the mattress.

Piper - Sole liked to help people. Everyone knew it, Piper held them in really high regards because of it and they were really making a difference. But after a while, the reporter noticed it was taking a real toll on them. The shack they built was perfect, it was nicely decorated and looked like an amazing place to live in. However, Sole’s muscles were most likely crying out in pain right now. They truly worked from 6 o’clock in the morning until 10 o’clock at night, taking only very small breaks.

She saw it on Sole, the fatigue. Their usual, rather confident strode looked almost zombie-like now and the typical spark they just had was gone. Piper too was tired, she was helping the whole day as well, but Sole was taking it to the extremes. She offered them a massage, which was very awkward, but it seemed to relieve some stress from Sole’s muscles, all the while Piper asked them not to overwork themselves like this again.

Preston - The minuteman had no idea how Sole managed to do everything they do. One moment they’re killing hostiles, the other they’re trying to find their lost son and then they’re doing some manual work at the settlements. He always worked with them, but it felt as if Sole worked as two people at once. It dind’t occur to Preston at first that they could put themselves into danger, overworking like this.

So when Sole fell down on the ardent ground, drenched with sweat and burning up, Preston cursed at himself and began fussing over his general. He carried them to the most cool part of the settlement, brought a doctor, bought plenty of water, food and meds just to know they’d be alright. When Sole finally came to, he apologized a hundred times and promised that he would never let them overstrain themselves this much.

Strong - The super mutant knew human doesn’t eat humans, but it seemed to him that they weren’t even eating human food. He could understand, human food was disgusting, but when humans, or super mutants don’t eat, they’re not good fighters. He, of course, told Sole this. They promised that they’ll try to eat more and since that moemnt, Strong always reminded them when he thought they should do so.

X6-88 - It was his job to make sure they survive, so the courser was a bit annoyed, for they were making it harder for him. Without enough rest and food, Sole is sure to become an easy target and X6 wouldn’t fail the Father and the Institute by allowing this. He tried being nice, at first, ‘You should eat something, sir/ma’am’ and ‘You should get some rest, sir/ma’am’ was however answered with something like ‘Hmm’ and ‘later’.

X6 wasn’t exactly thrilled at how he ended up dealing with the situation, but it worked. He lcoked Sole in their own bedroom in Sanctuary with several Institute food packs and purified water and until they had a meal and a long sleep, X6 wouldn’t budge and let them out. It worked at the end and Sole began to actually treat themselves better, so it’s for the better, X6 thought.

Sorry for any typos xD

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[lachlantrash]

"We need to talk about what happened last night."

"Hey, Preston!" You call to your friend over the loud music blasting. "Have you seen Lachlan? I haven't seen him in awhile and I know he's been drinking a lot tonight, I think I'm gonna take him home." You say quieter now that Preston's in hearing distance.

"I honestly have no idea where he is, he went to the bathroom awhile ago but I haven't seen him since." Preston shrugs. "I'll give you a shout if I find him though." Preston offers. You thank him before walking off, trying to find Lachlan so you can get the two of you home and take your damn heels off, pay your babysitter, and go to bed.

"Do you know where Lachlan is?" You ask Rob, seeing him passing by you in the hallway of the house you're at.

"Uh, yeah..." Rob trails off, making you confused.

"Well, where is he?" You laugh. "I'm kinda looking for him, I want to get him home because he's been drinking a lot, and honestly I just want to call it a night."

"Well uh, he's um, I saw him in that room over there, but he had a girl with him..." Rob trails off, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly.

"He has a girl with him?" You ask slightly panicky, watching as Rob nods hesitantly. "Alright... Um, thanks." You murmur, heading to the room Rob pointed to. You're hesitant to open the door, but as soon as you think about what could possibly be going on behind it you impulsively open it. You're shocked to see Rob was right, Lachlan does have a girl with him. He's sitting on the bed in the room, a blonde girl sitting in his lap making out with your husband, moans flying out as she tugs his hair and he trails his hands on her hips, guiding her grinds.

"Hey, hey you! Get the fuck off of him, Jesus Christ!" You say, taking a few steps towards the bed but stopping, not knowing whether you want to fight the girl or burst into tears at the sight of your husband cheating on you.

"Um, who are you?" She asks, clearly confused as to what you're doing.

"I'm (Y/N), I'm his wife. Can you just, please just leave, oh my god I just, please." You stutter out, not sure in the slightest how you're going to handle what's going on. Obviously this girl doesn't have any clue on who Lachlan is and she must've missed the wedding band on his finger, but you're in an extreme amount of shock and you have no idea how to respond to the situation at hand.

"Omg, I'm so sorry like I promise I had no idea he was married and-" She cuts herself off, watching you shake your head with tears starting to build up in your eyes. "Alright yeah, I'll just, um, go..." She trails off, getting off of Lachlan's lap and basically running out of the room.

"Hi (Y/N)!" Lachlan laughs excitedly, standing from the bed and walking towards you. "How are you, baby?" He asks drunkenly, going to grab for you but stops as you step away from him.

"I'm just fucking dandy, Lachlan." You hiss, trying to figure out your thoughts right now. You have a kid together, you're married!

"You sound upset." He pouts, obviously confused at what's going on.

"We need to go home." You dismiss his comment. "C'mon, go." You say, stopping in the doorway and waiting until you know Lachlan's following you to leave the house. You open the passenger door to your car silently, letting Lachlan get in before shutting it and going to the driver's seat.

"Are you mad at me?" Lachlan asks, looking at you confusedly as you're driving, tears silently streaming down your face.

"I don't know, Lachlan. I honestly don't know." You say, biting your lip to hold back all the things you want to say to him right now. You don't know how to react, he's obviously extremely drunk but even in your most drunken state, you never would even consider making out with another guy.

"What did I do? I'm sure I can make it better." He whines, going to grab your free hand which you yank away from him, making him pout even further.

"You just need to go to bed right when we get home, okay? I don't want to talk to you right now." You tell him honestly.

"Alright babe, I can go to sleep." He sighs, eyebrows furrowed as he still doesn't recall what he could've done to make you mad, but willing to do the simple task you request of him.

As soon as you get home, Lachlan wastes no time in going upstairs and stripping down to his boxers, getting into bed and under the covers. "Are you coming?" He mumbles out, looking at you over the comforter.

"I don't know, just go to bed." You say, going into your three year old son, Sawyer's room. You find the babysitter you hired sitting in the rocking chair, shooting her a fake smile as you pay her for watching your son. As soon as she leaves, the tears start freely flowing down your face as you sit in the rocking chair.

"Mumma?" You hear from the bed, looking to see Sawyer awake, rubbing sleep from his eyes as he stumbles out of the bed. "Mumma, you okay?" He asks, pulling your hands away from your face as he sees the tears streaming. "No crying." He says, crawling onto your lap.

"I'm sorry Sawyer, mumma just, mumma just got hurt, that's all." You say, having no idea what to tell your son.

"Hurt?" He repeats, watching you nod. He gives you a kiss on the forehead, then one on both of your cheeks. "I make it better?" He asks, making you laugh because that's what you do whenever Sawyer has a booboo.

"I love you so much Sawyer, but I don't think kisses can fix this kinda booboo." You murmur, placing a kiss on his forehead. "Can mumma sleep in here tonight, baby? Can I sleep in your bed with you?" You ask him, not wanting to share a bed with Lachlan tonight.

"Okay, you had a bad dream?" He asks expectantly.

"Yeah, something like that." You sigh, making Sawyer look relieved for a second. He knows cuddles help him when he has a nightmare and he's assuming that's whats going on right now. "Mumma will be right back, I just need to put my pajamas on." You tell him, planting a kiss on his forehead before carrying him to his bed. You move back to the master bedroom, noticing Lachlan passed out in bed as soon as you walk in.

"What the fuck am I going to do with you." You sigh, feeling a fresh wave of pain roll through you as you look at him. You're honestly considering calling it quits, considering putting your wedding ring on the bedside table beside him and taking Sawyer to a hotel tonight and coming back to get your shit tomorrow, taking Sawyer back to Florida with you. But you know you'll never be able to do that, you could never leave Lachlan and even if you were strong enough to do that, you'd never take his son away from him. You go into your closet, grabbing a pair of sweatpants and one of the baggiest hoodies you have before going into the attached bathroom and doing your nightly routine as quickly as possible. In a last minute decision, you put a glass of water and some aspirin on the bedside table next to Lachlan before sneaking off to Sawyer's room, getting into the twin sized bed with him.

"Goodnight mumma, no more bad dreams, okay?" Sawyer says to you, patting your head twice before laying down.

"Alright Sawyer, I love you." You murmur, glad you have one person you have to protect to keep you sane right now. If you didn't have Sawyer, you're certain you'd be on a flight to Florida right now and Lachlan would have to go there to try and talk things out, but you have a son you have to be strong for tonight, which is what you're telling yourself as you pull the little boy closer to you, making both him feel comforted and you.

~~~~In the morning.~~~~

"Shh daddy, mumma's still sleeping." You hear Sawyer say, shaking you out of your sleep.

"Why is she in here?" You hear Lachlan say, obviously hungover.

"She had a bad dream. I gave her cuddles to make her all better." The little boy beside you says. The bed dips as he gets out of it. "She's sad, daddy. I don't like mumma crying." You hear Sawyer say, making you feel guilty for showing him you were upset.

"Well why was she crying, buddy?" Lachlan asks.

"Hey uh, I'm awake now." You announce awkwardly, not wanting Sawyer to be dragged into this any further.

"You feel better, mumma?" Sawyer asks, walking back towards you with a hopeful smile on his face.

"Yeah, I feel much better buddy. Thank you for letting me sleep here last night." You tell him, pulling him into a hug that you know you're going to need to get through your conversation with Lachlan. "How about you go watch some Pokemon downstairs so I can talk to daddy, okay? I'll make pancakes when I'm finished." You tell Sawyer, wanting him to miss this conversation. He quickly nods, running down the hall without another word as the excitement of pancakes takes over him.

"Why'd you sleep in here last night?" Lachlan laughs, sitting in the rocking chair. "Were you as wasted as me? I honestly don't even remember how we got home, I'm hoping you called us a cab." He laughs, looking at you as his smile falters, not seeing any sign of humor on your face.

"We need to talk about what happened last night." Is all you say, standing from the twin sized bed and going down the hall to the master bedroom.

"Okay... What happened last night?" You hear Lachlan who trailed in behind you, seeing you sitting on the bed playing with your wedding ring.

"Do you want to be married to me?" You blurt out, making Lachlan extremely confused.

"Of course I want to be married to you, I wouldn't have proposed or gone through with the whole wedding if I didn't. Why are you asking?" Lachlan asks, sitting on the bed beside you and only growing more confused as you stand up, moving to the window seat.

"I don't know, Lachlan. I just can't think of any other reason I would've found you making out with a girl at the party last night, unless you don't want to be married to me." You say, taking your eyes off your ring and looking at Lachlan.

"I... What? Making out with some girl?" He asks, seemingly stunned at what you're telling him.

"Yeah, I walked in to tell you we should head out... And you just... You were sitting on the bed and, you were... You were kissing her and she was, she was sitting in your lap and just, you were making out with her..." You say frantically, vividly picturing the scene from last night, Lachlan's hands on the girls hips as they were making out on the bed, the girls hands in his hair.

"Hey don't cry, hey now!" Lachlan says, breaking you out of thought. "I don't, I don't remember any of that, (Y/N). Are you sure you weren't drunk last night?" He asks, making you scoff.

"Are you really accusing me of making this up, Lachlan? I'm fucking, I can't handle this. I think I'm gonna, I'm gonna take Sawyer and fly to my mom's for awhile, alright? I can't talk to you if you're gonna think I'm lying, I need a fucking drink or something." You sigh out, angry tears rolling down your face as you get off the window seat, pacing around the bedroom trying to figure out what to do.

"No, no no! You're not taking Sawyer anywhere and you're not leaving, okay! I'm not accusing you of anything, I just honest to god do not remember making out with anyone last night." Lachlan says as he stands from the bed, going to walk towards you but stopping himself once he sees the hurt in your eyes as you make eye contact with him.

"Well I remember it, Lachlan. It's all I can fucking remember, it's like each time I close my eyes all I see is you sitting on that bed, this fucking blonde girl sitting in your lap as you hold her by her hips and she's tugging away at your hair while she grinds herself against your crotch, and you two are kissing and you, you let out a moan and I just wanted to punch her and I just want to fucking punch you even now, and I just, I want to cry and I want to leave but I don't want to fucking leave I just can't handle having seen that and I just, if you want a divorce just tell me, okay?" You say, breath hitched as you finish, tears freely rolling down your face now.

"I... I'm sorry. I know that means literally nothing, I just can't remember a single thing from last night after you left to go talk to Mitch at the party. I don't remember any blonde girl, I honest to god don't. But if you want to punch me, I get it. Feel free to. Just, please don't leave (Y/N). I don't want a divorce, all I want is you and Sawyer and our family. I only want you guys, okay? I don't know why I would make out with someone while I was drunk but I can't even begin to imagine what it must've felt like to walk in on it. If I ever found you like that, if the situation was reversed, I think I would've fucking murdered the guy. I can't believe you were even capable of driving my drunk ass home, I'm so sorry for whatever happened last night but if you feel like we need to get divorced, that's going to fucking suck so much, but I won't argue it if this is your reason for it. I fucked up so bad last night, I literally fucking cheated on you, if you can't find it in you to forgive me and want to call it quits I have to respect that, but just know I fucking love you no matter what, okay? I love you and Sawyer more than I love anything in this fucking world, and I don't know what the fuck went through my head to make me jeopardize that." He says, voice cracking multiple times as he begins to cry.

"I don't know what the fuck to do, Lachlan! I want to believe it was just a drunken mistake, but I know I would never even fucking consider making out with a guy while drunk, I could never do that to you. I want our family to be fine, I want to be able to burn the sight of her on your lap from my mind, but I can't shake it out of my head. It's like I'm being fucking tortured with it, and I just want to cry. Can you, can you go to the recording studio today? I need a break, I really do. I need to fucking clear my head, please." You say, burying your face into your hands to hide your tears.

"I'm sorry I broke you, (Y/N)." Lachlan says, crying himself now. "I'll go I just, when I come back you and Sawyer will still be here, right? I don't want to come home to an empty house." He sniffles.

"I'm not going to take him away from you." You say, trying to wipe your tears away to put on a front for your son.

"What about you, will you be here when I get back?" He asks, having begun to collect himself too.

"Yes. I don't know where we'll be, you and I, but Sawyer and I won't leave the house today." You say. "I want you to take this today, I don't want to have it on right now." You say, starting to tear up again as you take off your wedding ring and place it on the vanity.

"I am not going to take your wedding ring, no fucking way." Lachlan argues. "If I take that, then it means that we're not gonna get through this, and I really want us to get through this, please keep the ring." He practically begs.

"I can't, Lachlan. I can't keep the ring on, so many promises made on that ring were broken last night, I don't even want to see the ring it symbolizes so much." You say, trying to stand your ground.

"Fine I'll take the ring with me, but just, you know that means nothing, right? We can still get through this, we can work on this. I can, I can stop drinking. I'll never touch another beer in my life, right? Then I'll never blackout again, and we can stay together. Or, we can just drink here. I'll never go to another party, ever. I will block every girl I know online right now, but I just don't want you thinking everything is over because you took the ring off." He says, throwing ideas out left and right.

"I need to think Lachlan, when Sawyer goes to bed tonight we can talk again." You mutter quietly, walking into your closet and shutting the door to show that right now, this conversation is over. "Tell Sawyer to come up here and get me when you leave, please." You say, changing into a pair of yoga shorts and another baggy hoodie, moving to your bathroom as you wait for Lachlan to leave.

"Mumma?" You hear a few minutes later, a knock on the closet door. You open it, and immediately pick Sawyer up to hold him to you.

"Mumma loves you so much, Sawyer. No matter what happens, I love you. You know that, right?" You ask, placing kisses all over your toddlers face.

"Yes, mumma. Stop the kisses, make pancakes." Sawyer giggles, lightly pushing your face away from his.

"Alright, let's go make pancakes." You say, grateful for the distraction.

~~~~Later on.~~~~

"Goodnight Sawyer, I love you." You murmur to the sleeping toddler, pressing a kiss to his head before leaving his room.

"Is he asleep?" Lachlan asks you as you enter the master bedroom.

"Yup." You sigh, going into the closet without another word to change into a set of pajamas before going to have the dreadful conversation. After changing, you step into the master bedroom and make home on the window seat since Lachlan is on the bed.

"I want to start by reminding you that I love you, and that I will do anything possible to keep our family going, you know that?" Lachlan asks, and the only response you give is a nod of your head.

"So obviously I've done some thinking since you went to the recording studio. Sawyer helped a lot, I mean obviously I didn't tell him what was going on, I would never want to tell him regardless of his age anything that could make him hate you. But I gave him an extremely pg version of what happened, how his daddy really hurt my feelings a lot, how in a way I guess we're fighting,"

"We're not fighting, we're going through something extremely fucking difficult, but we're not fighting. I admit what you saw me doing was so fucked up, there's nothing to fight about." Lachlan says cutting you off. "Sorry, continue." He says after you glare at him.

"I love Sawyer. He's probably the only reason I even came back here with you last night, in all honesty." You sigh, seeing the worry take over Lachlan's face. "I asked him what I should do, I asked him what he thinks. I gave him a few different options, y'know because he's only three, he's not gonna get the seriousness of the situation. I asked him if I should leave and take a break, I asked him if his mumma and daddy should have two houses instead of one. I asked if I should just kick daddy out, and he laughed at that one. He found it hysterical. I asked him if I should just forgive and try to pretend nothing happened, and then I asked if I should try to move past this slowly, take my time for my booboos to heal. He told me that I'm mumma and I always pick right so it was my decision, and I started crying because I didn't know what to do, I still don't know if I even picked the right thing to do." You say, a bitter laugh leaving your mouth.

Lachlan's sitting on the bed silently, trying to read your facial expression for any hint of what you've decided on. He's only hurting himself more at the sight, because all he sees when he looks at you is how hurt you truly are. He's thinking even if you do forgive him, whether it be now or in the future, he doesn't know if he'll ever truly forgive himself. He can't believe he even would make out with someone other than you, and he can't believe the immense pain he's caused you. He knows if roles were reversed he wouldn't be able to sit here and even consider taking you back, he'd be too far down a bottle probably to even be able to be around. He doesn't know how he's ever met someone as strong as you, and he doesn't know how in a drunken state he risked everything.

"I decided I need time, Lachlan." You sigh out finally, looking over at him. "I'm not going to fly back to Florida, I'm not going to move out, I'm just, I need some time before we're okay, okay?" You say, looking at him and trying to make eye contact.

"So... You aren't going to divorce me?" He says a few minutes later, a huge sigh he was holding in leaving as he speaks.

"No... I'm not going to divorce you. But I'm not taking the ring back yet. I'm not sleeping in here yet, I'll sleep in the guest room I guess... I don't think I can share a bed with you right now. I don't want you to try and kiss me or touch me or do anything romantic, okay? I need to figure out how to get the images out of my mind before any of that happens... I just want to be platonic right now. I want us to speak as though nothing happened, I want us to look like we're still happy for Sawyer, and I want us to work on us. Is that okay with you? Is this alright so far?" You question.

"Yeah... Yeah, I don't really have a say in this. I'm just, I'm honestly just happy you aren't throwing our marriage away completely." Lachlan says immediately, wasting no time in getting you to continue.

"But I also have a few rules. I'm sorry, I know I promised you I'd never be the wife who makes rules for her husband, but I think I have to. I don't want you drinking at parties, Lachlan. Obviously even with me there it's a concern if there are other girls there, if you're drunk out of your mind you get disconnected from reality, as we found out." You say, trying not to become emotional as you speak. "I mean, if we're at like, Jerome and Mitch's house or something and it's just us, Jess, and a few of the guys that's fine, you can drink whatever you want. But at a party with a lot of people there, with girls I don't know... I really don't want you to drink. At least right now. God, I sound so controlling I'm so-"

"Don't apologize, I get it. I told you I'd do anything, remember? I meant that. I'm going to do anything to show you that I want us to work, I'm going to make us work. I deserve any rule you set and will follow it without question right now, okay? Whatever makes you feel more secure in our relationship, I'll do it." He cuts you off again, not wanting to hear you apologize for anything.

"I don't want you shut in a room alone with any girl I don't know. Even shut in a room with another girl seems wrong, but please for my sanity never with a girl I don't know. Even if I walked in and something innocent was happening, I think it would open this wound right back up." You say, watching him nod before continuing.

"I want you to let Sawyer know everything's okay. This one is extremely selfish, but I want you to figure out what to tell him if he asks why you and I don't cuddle or aren't sleeping in the same bed." You say, becoming quiet as that was the last rule.

"Is that all?" Lachlan asks, and you nod. "I'm surprised there aren't more." He says, a small smile being thrown your way. "I'm going to promise you right now, I'm not going to parties and if you decide to drag me to one, or if there's just one I can't miss, I'm not going to drink. I need to put my priorities in order, and on the top of that list is you and Sawyer. The state I was in last night does not benefit either of you in anyway and it jeopardizes so many things, I can't let myself get into it again. I know my promise means nothing right now, but I'll prove it. I'll hold onto your ring and as soon as you feel right wearing it, it's all yours. The only thing I'm going to fight is you sleeping in here. You've done nothing wrong, you take this bed. I'll set the air mattress up in here and sleep on it if that's okay, so Sawyer won't think anything of it." Lachlan says, standing off the bed to motion to it as yours.

"Alright, if you really would rather sleep on the air mattress." You say.

"Of course I would, sleeping on the air mattress with you staying in the house is better than sleeping in the bed without having you. I'll be back with the air mattress... Goodnight (Y/N)." Lachlan says, disappearing out of the room. You crawl into the bed, already missing the nights where Lachlan would hold you to him. You know the physical break is needed, if you don't have it you know all you'll be envisioning is whether the blonde was a better kisser, whether Lachlan's thinking of her when he's cuddling you. Eventually Lachlan gets the air mattress set up on the floor, and he has you toss him his pillow from the bed before turning the lights out in the room. You sit in the darkness, continuing to think.

"Lachlan?" You mumble out into the darkness.

"Yeah, (Y/N)?" Lachlan responds immediately, fearful you've reconsidered and you're going to ask him to leave.

"I still love you. I know I probably shouldn't, but I just had to let you know before you fell asleep that I still do, because if anything were to happen... I just want you to know it." You sigh, and Lachlan's nerves fall.

"I love you, (Y/N). I messed up, but we'll get through this." Lachlan says with desperation in his voice, his words soothing you as you start to drift off.

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Rebecca GETS REVENGE On EVIL BABYSITTER

Rebecca Zamolo and her kids get revenge on the evil babysitter

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If Mike would be Companion you would find him in the nuka world arcade, kicking some machines because they ate his caps. Preston gets a special dialogue when he is with you, telling that he is sure that he knows Mike from somewhere (because Preston was one of the Minuteman who saved Mikes life).

Ask him what his job is and he will tell you that he is Fritsch Babysitter but he would also hang out with the Overboss.

His Personal Quest would be to save his parents and their farm from a Raidergang he pissed of once. His parents hate him for becoming a Raider but he can’t let them die for his bullshit but the gang is too strong for him alone. Later you can convice his parents to talk to Mike with high charisma.

When the Relationship is high enough and you start open Season, a high red charisma Check is needed to keep him. (A yellow one when in romance) not possible if you didn’t save his parents.

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What if Shaun was just a baby or toddler, and the companions are left at home to take care of him? How would companions take care of baby Shaun?

This was in the works for WAY too long, so I’m gonna break this prompt up into two. Featuring: Cait, Codsworth, Curie, Danse, and Deacon

Part Two Featuring: Hancock, MacCready, Nick, Piper, and Preston

Stay tune for part two! 

Cait: it would take a LOT of persuading and caps to get this feisty redhead to watch over the little tot. Even after Cait reluctantly agrees to take care of Shaun, she’d immediately regret the decision if Shaun’s particularly hyper that day.

 Cait has no idea how to hold babies or how to even handle them on that matter, she’s afraid she might accidently hurt the damn kid so she tends to hold him under his arms, arms length away from her; mostly because he vomited on her once. She’d get easily irritated and frustrated with the kid since he doesn’t seem to know how to stand still for one god damn second with him waddling around all over the place, climbing on top of literally everything, and putting anything he finds in his mouth. Cait also absolutely HATES it when the toddler gets sticky with his food and gets his nasty little baby fingers in her hair and there is NO WAY IN HELL even for all the caps in the world is she going to wipe Shaun’s dirty little baby ass when he shits himself(she’s done at this point).

 Cait reluctantly asks the assistance from Codsworth or that egghead nurse for help when she can’t handle taking care of the little shite, especially when he starts crying, desperately asking anyone to shut the kid up. When Cait actually does get the hang of taking care of Shaun, she starts to find him kind of cute from the way he bubbles with laughter at something she does like beating up his teddy bear, or how he swings his little arms around trying to imitate her, and how he can barely repeat the words she says in that adorable garbled gibberish of baby language(and thankfully he can’t since Cait doesn’t have the cleanest vocabulary). If Cait actually has time to sit down and watch the kid calmly play with his toys, she’d be engrossed by how innocent and uncorrupted he is since it’s such a rare sight to see in such a fucked up world, it just really has her reflecting on some things…at the end of the day, Sole would find them in Shaun’s room passed out with Shaun sleeping soundly in his crib, gripping one of Cait’s fingers with her passed out by his crib with wild (messier) hair with one hand in Shaun’s crib and the other holding his rattle.

Codsworth: He’s arguably the first companion Sole should go to, to take care their little “bundle of joy” since he is programed to care for children and infants. Nothing would make him more happy than to watch over his master’s child. It brings him absolute joy to watch the young lad waddle around with that adorable smile on his face, playing with his clean post-war toys, and attempting to say his name “Cads! Wahfff!” It’s innocents like baby Shaun that fills him up with glee considering how the whole world ended up so corrupt, broken, and in pieces. 

Codsworth is always sure be on alert when watching over the young boy, hovering close behind him, always making sure he’s well fed, pulling him away from places he wants to climb up on, keeping him away from something that can potentially be dangerous, knowing what to do when he starts acting up, and is always there to change him when he makes a stinky.

 Even though the world has ended, the feeling of family and community is lively in Sanctuary once again simply because of the innocent laughter of the Sole Survivor’s baby that brings a smile to all of the other residents in his presence. Codsworth is overall a great babysitter and Sole comes home with their baby sleeping soundly with the nearby Mr.Handy gently rocking his crib with one of his pinchers.

Curie: Like Codsworth, Curie was equally capable to care for the tot during his parent’s absence, that is until she got her synthetic body and is now capable of a more affectionate approach when he’s under her care. Curie is absolutely delighted to be in any contacts with the boy or any child really, she loves children and babies (or at least is fascinated by them), especially Sole’s little nursling and acts as a motherly figure when his parent is absent.

 She honestly doesn’t mind changing his diapers or cleaning up his baby vomit; babies will be babies, in fact she also tends to aid other companions who have been trusted to babysit Shaun quite often. Curie is always sure that the boy is in good health and regularly gives him a daily check up, she also recommends that he gets some sort of vaccination shots due to literally anything that can fatally make him ill(with Sole’s permission of course).

 Shaun is fond of Curie because of her sweet gentle nature and her soft motherly voice that’s very soothing for him to listen to which makes tucking him to bed a lot easier. Curie is very active in her babysitting duties by engaging in play time with him, being sure he doesn’t hurt himself, helping him walk by holding his tiny hands in case he trips, reading him stories, and attempting to help improve his speech “Cwoo ieeee!”(Curie). She also handles his hissy fits very well by asking and checking him if anything is wrong, then she’d gently cradle and sway him in her arms, softly singing to him until his crying fades to soft sleepy whimpers. Curie would put the boy in his crib then reward herself by resting in a nearby chair with a book in hand to occupy the time while awaiting Sole’s return.

Danse: The youngest child Danse has ever dealt with was an 8-year-old local Rivet City kid who was stealing from his junk stand, and he occasionally interacted with the squires, but BOS soldiers with children of their own are usually the more preferable mentors to work with the children. Babies on the other hand are completely out of his experience of expertise when dealing with children, and judging by what settlers and other fellow BOS soldiers who are parents have to say about dealing with toddlers are well…they’re quite the handful. 

Danse has no idea how Sole managed to persuade him into watching over their son while they’re gone or WHY out of anyone else would they put the care of their son in HIS hands, he’s a soldier not a babysitter. *Hancock, Deacon, MacCready, Cait, Piper, and maybe Nick all sit down and crack open some rum and Nuka Cola to watch the power armored asshat take care a hyper active toddler*. Danse had to remove his power armor, afraid of hurting the boy since he can’t necessarily be gentle in it, he had to hold Shaun’s tiny hand with his power armored thumb and index finger. Little Shaun had Danse always on edge when watching over him especially since he has so much energy. This kid was a nightmare, running around all over the place, he couldn’t keep still, the moment Danse took his eyes off him, he ran off sending Danse into panic mode whether or not if the kid is climbing on the power armor again or checking out the nearby mole rat hole. He wouldn’t even stop squirming around when Danse held him by the back of his onesie, arms length away to avoid the boy’s stench (Shaun made a stinky), watching the tot wiggle his little arms and legs around giggling hysterically (besides the poopy undies) he’s gotta admit it was pretty cute. 

Danse panicked when Shaun started crying and desperately tries to calm him down by bouncing him up and down in his arms resulting with Shaun vomiting all over the Paladin’s chest (Danse:*sighs forever*). Danse asks for help from Codsworth or Curie especially when it comes to cleaning up Shaun’s diaper. The boy does eventually settle down to play with his toys, giving Danse a brief moment to breathe and work on his armor and weapons while keeping an eye on the boy. Danse makes sure that Shaun’s well fed with what Sole has provided for him and even gives Shaun one of his fancy lads when he’s given those puppy eyes ruffling the young boy’s hair as he noms on his snack. 

Shaun also seems to like being held by Danse, always reaching up to him with his little hands asking for “up-sies”, which is the most adorable thing Danse has ever seen even though the tot touches his chest often thinking his pecs are boobs(really hard muscular boobs). Sole comes home to see both of them asleep on the couch with Danse lightly resting a large hand on the little tot’s back as Shaun peacefully sleeps on the Paladin’s chest with a children’s book sprawled out forgotten on the floor besides the pair.

Deacon: When he was trusted to watch over Sole’s kid, he briefly considered stalking Sole after they’ve left the settlement with the kid tagging along, but decided it wasn’t worth blowing his cover or potentially getting Shaun hurt. Deacon picks Shaun up to see what he’ll be dealing with. He’s dealt with kids before but he’s not super familiar with babies though. Shaun’s little hands reached out for Deacon’s glasses as Deacon happily complied holding the kid closer to him as Shaun removed his sunglasses and started gnawing at them, “yeah…How bad could it be?” he said to himself smiling, until Shaun burped up vomit onto the sunglasses and both their hands, “Oh boy”. 

Deacon surprisingly handles Shaun very well with the basics of child care all while trying to make the young boy laugh in the process. Changing Shaun’s diaper wasn’t much of a problem for him, he’s smelled worse before, but tries to make Shaun laugh by over exaggerating his disgust “HOOO boy little buddy!! That was a stinker!” If Shaun starts acting up it’s up to Uncle Deacon to calm him down by bouncing him in his arms softly while soothing his back until the little buddle has calmed down. Deacon luckily had just as much energy as Shaun since they both spent many hours of the day playing. The highlights of their time together consists of Deacon dressing up Shaun in cloths too big for the tot that had both of them giggling uncontrollably, they made faces and funny noises at each other causing Shaun to go into a gurgling fit of laughter as Deacon chuckled at how adorably amused the toddler was, playing with Shaun’s little limbs, making him do impressions of various wasteland animals, picking him up and making rocket ship noises, and having Shaun ride on top of his shoulders as the two rascals went around the settlement.

 After snack time as the sun went down, Shaun rubbed his eyes and softly yawns as sleepy time was near by. Deacon would take the little monkey to his room, rubbing his little back soothingly as the little tot slowly drifted into slumber, awaiting Sole’s return as Deacon silently wondered if he could have had a life like this once, with a kid of his own to play and bond with…maybe not, but he’s glad he had a moment to experience something like it. 

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Transient Boy (Second Draft)

First things first, Happy one-year anniversary Quinn’s-OCs-And-Things! I made this blog on the 28th of last December (I remember watching The X Files while picking out themes!) To celebrate, here’s some writing for you all. I turned in the original draft of this story at the end of September in my fiction writing class, and I’ll be honest the original was a clusterfuck. Well I took that feedback and rewrote it, so here you go! Here’s to another great year here!

“Logan, you awake yet?”

           Jamie never knocked before. When I was sixteen he just waltzed right in and picked me up like a princess. If he wanted to he still could, the man’s built like a Greek statue, but he doesn’t waltz right in because he probably thinks I’m naked. Since my boyfriend started living with us that’s a reasonable assumption, Santiago’s a little pervert who tries to feel me up because the day ends in Y and he thinks it’s hysterical to watch me squirm in front of Dad and Jamie. But I’m not naked this time around.

           Still, truth be told, I’m not sure I’d want him to just invite himself in like he used to. Things have been awkward since Jamie kinda came back from the dead.

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           His parents were dead, his real parents. She slipped on the icy curb, he tried to catch her, and together they fell to the ground, under the wheels of an overworked truck driver who’d already run a red light and didn’t see them in their dark winter coats. So they were dead and their four-year-old son, Logan, was at home with a babysitter waiting for parents he’d never see again. Neither of them had any siblings, his parents were too old to take on a rambunctious four-year-old, her father had passed and her mother turned a recluse who wouldn’t take the boy, and Logan’s godfather had died two months prior. The Kangs thought they would’ve had time to update their will. When Logan grew up he wouldn’t remember any of them.

           He wouldn’t remember much of the first couple who took him in either, just vague memories of the retirees he’d stayed with for so short a time. They lived in a house on the corner and had double the shoveling to do on snowy days. One of his earliest memories had been making a snow angel in the front yard, his coat only half buttoned because he’d run out in a flurry of excitement, watching the man shovel snow. It was one of his earliest memories.

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           Now, Jamie didn’t actually die, I know that now. The only reason Dad told me he was dead, Dad being Jamie’s husband, Preston, was because he left us. I was eighteen, almost nineteen, and I was a dumb teenager. I didn’t notice how much Dad and Jamie were fighting over the course of what was apparently the whole last year. I didn’t realize how distant he’d been from Dad. Dad never wanted me to see it and I don’t think Jamie did either, it was one of the few things they still agreed on, apparently. And then Dad came home crying one night and Jamie didn’t come home at all.

           It’s not fair to Dad to say he told me Jamie was dead, he didn’t. He just didn’t correct me when I made the assumption because he never thought either of us would see Jamie again.

           So imagine my surprise when, just over two years later, I come back from the grocery store and there’s my dead father standing in the kitchen with Dad looking on the brink of tears, shaking his head when I drop the shopping bag like a movie cliché and go to give Jamie a hug.

           “Yeah, I’m awake!” I say, shoving a drooling Santiago off my shoulder so I can sit up as Jamie comes in.

           “’Sup Mr. Williams,” he says blearily. “Shit, no, it’s De Witt-Williams now, isn’t it?”

           “It is,” Jamie says. He took Dad’s last name when they got back together and had a vow renewal. “You boys hungry? Preston’s making Logan day breakfast.”

           By Logan Day he means it’s June tenth. That’s the day Jamie brought me home, it’s been a family holiday ever since, just less so in those two years when Jamie was MIA. Jamie was the driving force behind it and Dad was always on call. Dad’s an analyst but not the kind you see in spy movies. When people on cop shows shout, “We need to get a bulletin out, stat!” Dad is the guy who does that, meaning even when he’s home he’ll still have to answer emails and distribute information. He still made it a point to celebrate but it was never the same.

           Santiago looks at me worriedly as Jamie ducks out of the room.

           “I’m not stepping on you family’s toes, am I?” he asks. “Because if this is a family thing I can lock myself in the room and play video games while you do the happy family thing.”

           “No, please,” I say, maybe a bit too urgently. “This is the first one since Jamie came back and I’d really like you there as a buffer.” He’s got that same look he got that first time in family therapy, that deer-in-the-headlights “why am I here?” look before the therapist told him it was important to me that he be there. I can’t really blame him, Jamie never did anything to him and I’m kinda being selfish putting him in the middle of our awkward bullshit. “Besides,” I add. “We’re dating, you live here now. You’re family too.” That seems to be enough for him and he pulls on a shirt that I’m pretty sure is mine.

           Dad is making breakfast when we finally wander downstairs. He’s a skinny guy with glasses who barely comes up to Jamie’s chin and Jamie always said he looks like the human equivalent of a Beanie Baby.

           “I made breakfast!” he says cheerfully. “Bacon and scrambled eggs, a lot of them. I know how much you all eat.” Jamie wanders over and kisses dad on the cheek as fare before stealing a piece of bacon. Even I can admit it’s cute. Before everything went to hell, I used to think my Dads were the gold standard. They seemed so in love, so in synch with each other, I always said if I could be as happy as they were one day I’d be lucky.

           Now I don’t know if that’s true and saying that feels like a betrayal of Dad in some way I can’t explain.

           “So it’s your day!” Jamie says cheerfully. “What do you want to do?” He says it so cheerfully, like nothing’s changed. Like I didn’t hear him and Dad yelling in the kitchen when I was still reeling from him coming back and they thought I was upstairs.

“You told him I was dead?”

           “I wondered if you were dead and I didn’t correct him when I found out otherwise because finding out how cruel you’d turned would’ve killed him.”

           “Don’t put that bullshit on me, Preston! I almost stayed for him. He was the one thing in this damn house that made me pause even for a second!”

           “But you didn’t! You told me to get fucked and you left, you said it just now you didn’t care about me, about anything. You weren’t the man who brought him home, you weren’t his Dad anymore, and he worshipped you, Jamison!”

           I knew it was bad because he called Jamie by his full name.

           And now Jamie’s sitting here smiling like nothing’s changed.

           “I dunno,” I mumble, looking at the kitchen floor. Santiago pauses with a forkful of eggs halfway to his mouth and looks like he’s about to bolt upstairs anyway.

           “Nothing?” Jamie asks. “Come on, you had something that first year when I surprised you with all this. You knew this was coming, you’ve gotta have something.”

           “I kinda got caught up in everything and I didn’t realize it was the tenth,” I say. “So no, I haven’t thought of anything.”

           “Well I took the day off!” Dad adds, all too quick to try to diffuse the tension. “And I called in sick today, so we can properly celebrate Logan Day without my phone constantly going off.”

           “Are you going to get in trouble?” I ask.

           “I’m the top analyst they have, they can’t exactly fire me,” he says. I’m grateful, to be honest. Last time I was alone with Jamie I almost punched him in the face and he almost let me. I wanted to hate him, I did hate him then.

           But I guess I wanted my Dad back more.

           I don’t hate him anymore, but that doesn’t mean everything’s all sunshine and puppies. I may not hate him but I don’t worship the ground he walks on any more and more than anything it’s all just awkward, at least that’s what I said in family therapy so I know Jamie knows it too. Dad’s looking so damn hopeful and I know for him I can get the stick out of my ass. Dad’s doing so much better than he was in those few years.

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           With so many foster homes at such a young age, the names blurred together in his memory. Not Lisette and not Tim. He lived with Lisette when he was eight and Tim lived across the hall. She always smelled like flowers and Tim taught him how to ride a bike one afternoon on a day when Lisette couldn’t make herself get out of bed.

           “She was just feeling sad today,” Tim said as they walked around the park.

           “She was sad yesterday too,” Logan said. “What’s she got to be sad about? It’s pretty outside. Coming outside might make her happy!”

           “That’s just not how it works, kiddo,” said Tim, ruffling Logan’s floppy hair. “Brains sometimes get sad is all.”

           Years later, there were some days after Jamie had left when Preston stayed in bed like he was sick, days when Logan could hear him trying to cry softly. It was days like this that made Logan understand what he hadn’t when he was eight years old and wanting to stay with Lisette and make her brain happy. He understood now that she didn’t trust herself to give him the life he deserved because her own mind worked against her, much the way his father’s did now. On these days when Logan slid a pack of Twizzlers under the door so Preston knew someone was thinking of him, he remembered Lisette and hoped she and Tim were happy now.

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           We end up going to a movie, some action flick where the one character was supposedly an analyst but he was out in the field shooting people and jumping out of the way of explosions. That always drives Dad crazy and I can see Jamie with his hand on Dad’s knee because he’s heard this rant before.

           My family is a pieced-together sort of mess. At first glance, Dad looks like the one who doesn’t belong considering that—out of the four of us—he’s the only one who’s white. It’s surprising how many people think Jamie’s my actual Dad and Preston’s my stepdad, not realizing they’re married to each other. These same people don’t bother to look close enough to see that I’m Asian and Jamie’s clearly not. I can’t remember if his mom is from Pakistan or Palestine, but the point is none of us look enough alike for anyone paying attention to think that. We all found our way to each other kind of by accident; Jamie found Dad and then me eventually. At least I can take credit for Santiago, even though it was Jamie who stormed over to his house and basically told Mr. and Mrs. Mendoza that if they were gonna be homophobic bigots then we were keeping their son.

           Or something like that. I was upstairs helping Santiago pack up his stuff while Jamie was tearing into ‘em, but if their expressions when we left were any indication it was something like that.

           So in a way we’re all here because of Jamie, the first person to actually want me since an accident at my last good foster home when I was fourteen. I hadn’t had that in years and suddenly I had two Dads who wanted me. Dad took me to buy blankets and stuff for my room and I almost broke down crying in Target because this was really happening and they weren’t gonna return me. Too many people had sent me back to the social worker for being a hyperactive little shit who started crying when they yelled at me to sit still and here was Jamie telling me to “go running. Take a jog around the block, hit a punching bag, throw a cinderblock, hell if I know what kids these days do for fun. If it works, it works,” and making it such a non-issue. It really was no wonder how I’d practically worshipped him back in those days and now I can’t even bring myself to call him “Dad” again.

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           The Gellards were the last of the good ones, once they didn’t want him it was all downhill.

           They’d kept him for two years, two years of having parents and a little sister, the kind of family you see on sitcoms. He’d gotten birthday parties since for the first time in his life he had enough friends to invite to one. It would’ve been perfect. It would’ve been home.

           Until a January day at fourteen years old when a sledding accident led to stitches in his newfound sister’s head and her leg in a cast. Little Elise was nine years old.

           “I’m worried she’s going to get hurt again trying to imitate him,” Mrs. Gellard said one night when she didn’t know Logan had come downstairs.

           “They’ve lived together for two years and this is the first time anything like this has happened,” said her husband.

           “But what if it’s not the last?”

           That was all Logan heard because after that he ran. That was the first time he ran away, packed the things that meant something to him and a duffle bag full of clothes and called his social worker from the park. She’d been with him for so long that by now he had her cell number. She was supposed to return him to the Gellards, she should’ve returned him to the Gellards, but he pleaded and they didn’t fight for him, so she quietly found him a home with a younger sister named Carissa, only a few years younger than Elise.

           That home lasted less than a year and the one after it wasn’t much better. The Gellards were the last of the good ones and when they realized their mistake in letting him go, he’d run away again and this time no one could find him.

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           After the movie, while Jamie’s in the bathroom and Santiago’s trying and failing to win something out of a claw machine, it’s just me and Dad.

           “Thank you, Lo,” Dad says, pulling me out of my thoughts.

           “What for?”

           “For being so nice to him these days,” he says. “I know it can’t be easy.”

           “It’s not.” I never told him about the time I almost punched Jamie in the face but he could tell something was different the day it happened. Nowhere near what it used to be, but better than it had been since Jamie came back. It’s still better than it was even if now it’s just awkward. The look on Dad’s face tells me that came out harsher than I meant it. “But I’m willing to try, he’s the reason we’re all here.”

           “He is,” says Dad. “I remember the day he brought you home. I’m lucky he called ahead to ask and didn’t just come home with a fifteen year old.”

           “He made that call with me right there,” I say. Dad laughs.

           “Thank god I didn’t say no,” he says. “But that sounds like him. He was always more prone to spontaneity than thinking things through. To this day I think the most forethought he’s ever put into anything was when he asked me to marry him.”

           When I was younger I never got tired of hearing that story. Even now, as much of a cynic as I’ve turned into these past few years, it’s still sweet to remember them tell it. Jamie kept coming home late and Dad thought he was avoiding him and wanted to dump him. Dad’s never been the most confident person in the world so it never occurred to him that Jamie was out so late because he couldn’t make up his mind on a ring at the jewelry store. Apparently he came home with champagne and Dad started crying because he thought that was the end and he wanted to let him down easy. They had a courthouse wedding that weekend, with Dad in khakis and a cardigan and Jamie in his military dress uniform. I’ve seen the picture.

           “What made you take him back?” I blurt.

           “I’m sorry?”

           “What made you take him back?” I repeat. “He was awful to you at the end there, I know how much he hurt you…” We’ve both pretended that I didn’t hear him crying some days because he didn’t want me to know. I don’t bring that up, I don’t want to make him feel bad. I’ve asked him before and I’m not sure I ever got a straight answer beyond just that he’s a sap. He sighs.

“I’ll tell you the same thing I told him when he asked the same question,” he says. “He’s my lobster. I know it’s actually a myth that lobsters mate for life but my family is from Maine, we liked the lobster sentiment and the phrase stuck. He’s my lobster, and when the guy whose nickname in the military was Scary McFuckface practically broke down crying because he didn’t know how to show me how sorry he was, when I saw that he kept his wedding ring these two years, that’s when I remembered why he was my lobster in the first place.”

I remember how they looked at the vow renewal. They did it right this time, rented out the whole bar they had their first date in, wore actual suits, had an actual party, the works. I hadn’t seen Dad look that happy in years; he looked like he was about to cry from joy the whole time but to be honest we all were. The way that Jamie was smiling at him while they were dancing looked like Dad was his second chance at life. I don’t know how better to describe it, just that it made me want someone to look at me like that.

“You are a sap,” I say. That gets him to laugh.

“I just want my family to be happy,” he says.

---

Gabriella Brieser. The name was burned into his brain as the last foster home and one of the worst, and that was saying something considering the woman he lived with when he was six hit him with a high heeled shoe.

Gabriella Brieser thought she was getting off easy, taking in an older kid. That’s how she’d apparently talked her husband into it. He’d overheard her talking on the phone and she’d said it herself, there would be no diapers to change, no mother’s day breakfasts to attend, to wandering handssmearing craft glue on her nice china cabinets. She didn’t count on a hyperactive fifteen-year-old who wouldn’t sit still while she showed him off to her rich friends and they called her ‘brave’ and ‘admirable’ and whatever other bullshit words she wanted to hear. She’d tell him that at fifteen he was “supposed to be an adult, grow up and stop fidgeting. Do you have a disorder or something? Do I need to get your head checked out?” Though when he asked to go to the park, desperate to get out of the house he was a child “you’re only fifteen, you could get abducted by some molester! What’s wrong with you that you would even think that?” The hypocrisy had astounded him and at that point he’d just stopped asking.

The piano was the final straw. His most recent foster sister had taken piano lessons and had shown him how to play a few snippets of random songs. Logan hadn’t thought about that in months, but one day when Gabriella was upstairs, he wondered if he still remembered. It wasn’t like anyone else was playing the piano that sat collecting dust in the living room.

           Apparently, collect dust was all it was meant to do. That’s what Gabriella screamed at him when she slammed the piano case down on his fingers, reminding him how he’d been told countless times he wasn’t allowed to touch anything of value.

           He heard her on the phone with the social worker that night, saying how she “Couldn’t stand his attitude problem” and how “the boy isn’t right in the head, no wonder no one wants him.” He didn’t give her the chance to return him. He threw the few things he valued in that same worn out duffle bag and ran away while she was in the shower.

---

           We go to a buffet for dinner that night. No matter how worried Santiago was about there being awkward family tension, it seems outweighed by the prospect of stuffing three platefuls of mac and cheese in his face and I can’t really blame him. At some point during dinner, Jamie pulls something out of his pocket.

           “So we’ve all talked about moving,” Dad says. “Since fitting the four of us in that tiny townhouse is getting harder. Well we’ve started cleaning out closets and drawers and things, just to get the process started…”

           “And I found this.” Jamie slides an envelope across the table to me. “Meant to get it framed when we first took it but someone started using it for a bookmark and it got misplaced until now.” Dad tries to put on an innocent face, which isn’t hard considering he really does look like a Beanie Baby.

           “We thought you’d want it,” he says. “It is Logan day, after all.”

           Inside the envelope is a picture of the three of us, take on the day Jamie told me the wanted to adopt me. We went out to dinner that night and Dad told the waiter we were celebrating before asking him to take our picture. I’d completely forgotten this existed until now.

           I can’t believe I ever looked like that, with floppy black hair falling in my eyes and a squishy face that makes me look way younger than fifteen. Jamie was right when he told me the day we met that I looked twelve despite my insistence that I was passing for a legal adult. After Jamie left I shaved half my head and dyed what was left green in some sort of weird grieving ritual that I actually grew fond of, so the fact that I haven’t seen my natural hair color in over two years makes the old photo so jarring.

The changes in my dads are less obvious, but they’re there. They both look younger, with less grey in their hair. The scar Jamie got in those two years away from us doesn’t cut his left cheekbone in half. As much as things have changed, there’s a lot that’s still the same: Dad’s wearing a sweater in the picture—he claimed the restaurant was freezing, I remember now—and that same sweater’s still in his closet. Jamie has his hand on Dad’s knee just like he did during the movie today. The smiles are all the same.

“Dude,” Santiago says, leaning over my shoulder to look at the picture. “You look so weird, I forgot you weren’t always the emo head of lettuce you are now—shit, Logan are you crying?”

And though I didn’t realize it until he said anything I guess I am. This is my family, a pieced-together sort of mess but they’re the ones who wanted me. Jamie wanted me, and though he’s not the same person who brought me home that day, the way he’s looking at me now makes it obvious that that guy isn’t as gone as I thought. We’ve been through hell and back but somehow we all ended up here right now and that’s something I thought I’d never have when I was little. I thought there was something wrong with me and that maybe I should run away and stop hoping.

Turns out, running away from that cranky woman with a piano that wasn’t meant to be played was the best thing I ever did.

“Yeah, I think I am. I’m fine, I promise.” I wipe my eyes and pull out my phone before flagging down the waitress. “Excuse me, could you take a picture of me and my family?”

---

The name on the paperwork was Timothy Gellard. The forged paperwork he’d bought with the money he took from Gabriella Brieser’s purse. He didn’t like stealing, felt it proved her right about him, but he could still remember how his hands smarted when she slammed the piano cover down on them. Timothy for that first person who loved Logan more than he had to, and Gellard for the last. According to those papers, Timothy Gellard was old enough to be enlisting in the military and he’d practiced reciting “I’m older than I look.” It had gone well so far, which was admittedly not very long, up until Scary McFuckface.

Scary McFuckface was what everyone called the high-ranking man called in to assess the new recruits straight off the bus. His real name was something a lot more human but as soon as he walked in the room Logan promptly forgot it. Murmuring under his breath that he was older than he looked, the second Scary McFuckface saw him he ordered him up to his office.

And that was where Logan found himself now, trying to look like an adult and trying not to cry as he man glared at him from across the desk. According to the metal placard between them, Scary McFuckface’s real name was Jamie Williams.

“You’re not eighteen, are you?”

“I’m older than I look.”

“I would hope so considering you look about twelve and that hair doesn’t help. How old are you really, kid?”

“Eighteen.”

“No, you’re not. Because Timothy Gellard as listed on your papers doesn’t actually exist. What’s your real name?”

“Timothy Gellard.”

“Kid—” He rubbed his temples wearily. “You know forging this shit is a serious crime, right? The fine alone is worth more than you are.”

“Maybe you should try checking again.” His confidence in this charade was waning fast.

“Why are you so eager to die?” Mr. Williams asked. “You’re what, fourteen? Fifteen? What’s got a high school freshman so eager to run off and get himself killed? What are you running from?” Logan had sworn he wasn’t going to cry but his eyes hadn’t gotten the message.

“I’ll just run away again.” He sniffled. “If you send me back to them my last foster mom was about to return me, so I’ll just run away again. Third time’s the charm, maybe this time I’ll join the circus. No one wants me anyway.”

And for a moment, Scary McFuckface softened. Then he picked up the phone.

“Hey, Love? Do you have a minute?” Logan could hear a voice on the other end but he couldn’t tell what they were saying. “No, no, I promise, nothing’s wrong, but some dumbass kid came in with fake papers and a death wish. It got me thinking, did you still want kids? I know you’ve mentioned it before—” The man on the line was yelling, Logan could tell it was a man now. “Yes, I know this is sudden but he just showed up! I don’t know what else to do with him—Preston—Preston, please, that’s why I’m asking instead of just bringing him home—Well I figured the guest room, nobody’s stayed there since you got your appendix out and your mother came to visit—okay—okay—Alright I’ll ask him now—Well I figured I should check with you first, you’re always on me about not thinking things through—Okay bye, Love, I’ll see you tonight!” He hung up with the other man still yelling.

“What was that all about?” Logan asked.

“That was my husband,” said Mr. Williams. “He’s a sweetheart, always wanted kids, and he’s on board with this so if you are I’ll make you a deal. You can come stay with Preston and me until we figure out what to do with you, sleep in our guest room, and you won’t get in any trouble for this.” He held up the papers. “But in return, you have to do something around here when you actually turn eighteen. Enlist then if you still want to, but you gotta find some way to make yourself useful. Sound good?”

It didn’t seem real. People didn’t want him. Mr. Williams and his husband would be sick of his hyperactivity within the week.

“…Okay.”

Mr. Williams actually smiled.

           “What’s your name, kid? Your real name.”

           The desk calendar read June 10th.

           “Logan. Logan Kang.”

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