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everydayyoulovemeless · 9 months
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Out Of Time ↠ Yandere!Preston x Reader
➼ Word Count » 0.7k ➼ Warnings » Isolation, and General Yandere Theme's ➼ Summary » Preston takes notice of your vulnerability after you leave the vault and does everything he can to keep you safe and protected.
Out of time, out of time. You kept repeating to yourself once you left the vault. Out of time to live, out of time to want, and out of time to spend with the people you loved. Your tears still left stains down your face as you wandered back to Sanctuary, your blurry vision focused on the mess of a house before you. Your eyes still hung heavy from the countless nights you had laid awake as you followed the path down to Concord. You would've just let the raiders slaughter you if it weren't for the voice that shouted at you from atop the balcony, and part of you wished you just ignored the man and gone through with your initial plan, but there must've been something still left within you as you rushed passed the museum doors.
Preston picked up on your vulnerability the second you marched into the upper room the Quincy group was staying in. He noticed how easy it would be to mold you—to damage you further. Every cut and flaw that clung to your conscious was out on full display to him, and he wanted to salvage it, to help you out as he did do many times before. He’d defend you from the outside dangers of the Commonwealth, and he’d be there when you had no one else left.
Life in Sanctuary went by slowly and was painfully boring as Preston always seemed to be there to do everything for you. It was nice in the beginning—you were still in mourning and hadn't any motivation to do much of anything—but you were doing better now and wanted to do anything other than sit in your old house and weep. It was time for you to move on. Preston wouldn't allow it, however, and every time you tried to leave he'd push you right back in and make you lay down. You'd complain and argue with him, but he was firm in everything he said and every time you found yourself following his orders.
"May I speak with you, (Y/N)?"
"Sure, Codsworth, come on in." You stepped back from the doorway to make room for him to follow, "Is everything alright?"
"I should say not," He responded, "Mister Preston is being quite a bother, locking you in here like this. It's just not right, (Y/N). If I could, I would've called the authorities already, it's just all gotten out of hand."
"What do you mean?"
"What do I mean?! You haven't left your house since you got back from Concord! This is no way to live!"
"I'm trying to help out around the place, Codsworth, I swear, he just—he just won't let me leave."
"Then I'll put an end to it promptly. Don't you worry, (Y/N)! I can be quite steady in an argument!"
That was the last time Codsworth came to visit, and the first time Preston suggested keeping your blinds closed. You were now completely isolated.
The sudden knock on your door startled you, but you still went to answer it.
"Good morning, (Y/N)! Are you feeling better today?" Preston greeted from the doorway.
"I've been feeling better for a while." You said. "How's Sanctuary looking? And the others? Are they fitting in nicely?" You tried peeking around the man to see what the progress was but he only stepped to block your line of sight.
"Don't worry yourself with all that! May I come in?"
"When can I leave?" You questioned, moving to give him room to come in. "I still have a son to find."
"Don't worry, it'll all be taken care of, I promise. Just stay locked in here and I'll handle everything else, ok?"
And just like that, you were out of time to exist. Preston was there to make all your decisions for you. You wouldn’t have to worry anymore as he was there to take care of everything. He even ended up moving in with you to ensure you were doing all that he asked.
It wasn't at all what you had hoped for, Preston was way too doting and you were starting to hate the sight of your home's old walls. Maybe one day he'd let you go, but as he petted your head and locked the door behind him, you doubted he'd ever set you free.
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deputy-ajay-ghale · 3 months
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Come get ya Preston/Sole Survivor content.
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wibbley-wobble · 9 months
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minuteminx · 10 months
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It tickles me that Preston calls a Sole that he is in a relationship with “babe,” because in one sense, he doesn’t seem like the type, but at the same time, it’s so fitting.
And my favorite part is that it’s not a confident, serious “babe.” It’s an excited, playful “babe.” It’s a “babe” he’s been saving in his back pocket just WAITING to get to say it to someone.
I love him so much 🥹
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Sole: Hey, Preston, can you promise me something?
Preston: Of course
Sole: If I happen to die in a really lame way... lie about it
Preston: ...What?
Sole: If I get killed by a molerat or something, just promise me you'll lie about it. Tell them I got mauled by a Deathclaw or something. I can't be the one General that died because of a fucking molerat. Preston I need you to promise me.
Preston: Alright alright okay, but for the record, I'm not letting any molerat kill you... or... anything else for that matter
Sole: Good, good, thank you Preston
Preston: ...
Preston: Hey General, can you promise me something?
Sole: Sure thing
Preston: If I die in a lame way... lie about it
Sole: 'course, lieutenant
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fallrimxreader · 1 year
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Companions react to sole going AFK
Cait: Goes and leans against a tree or building. Keeping eyes open for anything alarming.
Curie: Stands by Sole and takes notes of what they do. (Nothing)
Codsworth: Begins to groom sole, cleaning them of dirt and brushing hair. Then checks the area for enemies.
Deacon: Depending on what sole is wearing, like a hat or jacket, Deacon will take it off sole and put it on himself. Then he will wait for sole to come back and notice. 
Dogmeat: He sits in front of Sole, looking up to them whining, his head tilted.
Danse: Keeps his guard up and patrols the area for enemies.
Hancock: Checks sole out, admiring the view. (If romantically involved he makes a mental note to make love to that beautiful frame.) Then starts trying to move their limbs to put them into a funny position.
McCready: Sits against a tree, takes a drink, then a nap.
Piper: Looks around for a new story, taking notes, leaning against sole as they are more comfortable than a tree.
Preston: Sticks right next to sole assuming they will be back soon. He’ll sit when his legs get tired, but usually he’ll just walk circles around sole.
Strong: He nudges sole trying to get them to move. But when he realizes they are an immovable force he will leave. Just to get himself some food, then he comes back to munch it while watching sole.
Valentine: He takes a seat, pulls out a book, and reads until sole returns.
X6-88: Times exactly how long they go AFK for. As soon as sole gets back he lets them know how long they were gone for and tells sole all the things they could have done in that time. 
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trashmouth-critter · 1 year
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One more tomorrow, to see heaven in your eyes
I’m back in my Preston Garvey era, and as my dad would say “he’s a good man! A lovely man!”
I really don’t see enough love for Preston, like I can live with the radiant quests and long as he tells me that I sustain his every breath and that I’m the best thing that’s ever happened to him…. Anyways….
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allisondraste · 1 year
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I'm not sure what and/or who Charlie fought, but you should really see the other guy.
[Preston Disliked That]
I know this isn't my fallout blog, but I post art on my main mkay? <3
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rzyraffek · 11 months
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Fallout4 characters with teen!sole
Bestie you are litteraly describing one of my oc's! Of course its purley platonic😊 teen!sole is also from valut and was in fidge for last 200years. I refer to them as 'kid' bcs thats how some of characters would probably treat them anyways. Also its a screenshot vuz I accidentally deleted the ask and luckily had some sort of proof
Maccready
The only guy here with any expirence with kids
Dad vibe
Type of guy who says "We need to cut it off" after Sole tells him their hand hurts
Will teach them how to shoot, hunt ect
Also scold them every time they talk with any shady people??? Like he really doesnt want them to end up like him with whole 'gunners incident'
He thinks that Sole would get along with Duncan well!
If Sole calls him 'dad' mans gotta be so happy
Deacon
Secretly worried about their saftey, like Commonwealth is dangerous place for trained adults, and for kids ESPECIALLY ones who have no knowlage about defence or weapons
But he never shows his worries, just hangs around being cool dude he is😎😎
Rich cousin/uncle vibe
You like this cool hat you saw like week ago? Boom see it apear inside your closed 2days later
His love language (quick remidner that love also can be platonic🙄😎) is giving them little gifts when they don't see him or leaving notes with remiders on them ^^
Quick reminder that he and his wife wanted to have kids! So yeah Sole makes him wonder if thats how it feels to have kids tbh
If Sole calls him 'dad' bro will freeze and panic, probably pretending that he thought that was a joke but he's sweating so hard rn
Hancock
Wtf a child? Here?
Bestie you really shouldn't be here
If Sole is in this cringy teen phase when they do drugs/cigarettes, watch him say stuff like "drugs=bad" meanwhile taking some mentats
Your friendly local drug dealer vibe
Dude gonna teach them how to manipulate assholes, trow knifes, gaslight and still look stylish
If Sole ever tells him about their parents he will be angry, like ??? Why would anyone do anything to a kid???
He will litteraly pay fahrenheit to watch them when he's busy
Preson
"Fire, pretty sky and a lot of storytelling in middle of nowhere" vibe
Im 100% sure he knows how to play on guitar and will try to teach them
He will try to act mature and lead them to the right path but he won't try to be their "new perent" unless Sole is clear that they see him as father figure, he will never even bring this up.
When they call him 'dad' mans will be the happiest minuteman in history. Also if kid will even mention their past caretakers he will just tell them to forget about them cuz they aren't coming back and they are never going to hurt Sole anymore
Gage
How on earth some kid killed Colter? No one knows but Gage is impressed.
He gets annoyed by lack of knowlage and skills, ye ye he gets that they are like 13 or something but come on hes not going to do anything for them. Huh what do you mean you are from valut? Before the war?? Damn kid and im happy to be alive. Stop lying
*sighs* "jesus boss let me do it"
Older brother vibes.
"How many times i have to tell you, dont hang out with pack members they have bad influence on you AND do not even think about going near Nisha"
He needs to learn ALOT he dumped his family and even if he had younger siblings he never really took care of anyone, never, so yeah it is challenging
If Sole somehow calls him 'dad' they were probably incredibly tired or something very emotional happened. No matter how it happend Gage will ignore it and later overthink when Sole wont be around, like ??? Me??? Gee what kind of parental figure this kid had?? Should I check on them more often??
Danse
Uhh erm a child ee greeting?
Akward
At first he sees Sole as lil civilan and just tells them where to find nearest safe place/diamond city cuz hes very very busy and cant take care of child while on duty. If kid hangs around more he will probably warm up
Of course he will ask about their parents but when Sole tells him some upsetting stuff he won't ask again, he won't tell them to go home either. He will just idk let them vibe
I can imagine Sole just tagging along his missions by just begging him to hang out with them constantly. They quickly get along. Very lonley soldier and kid who lost everyone.
One of those 'depressed dude adopts random child he found in middle of knowhere' prompt
When Sole calls him 'dad' he gonna get emotional fr fr pls civilan he's on duty he cant cry rn 😭
Yall I loved writting for gage i might do part 2 with Gage just trying to figure out how kids work. Also another pole cuz I still have no clue how to delete those on phone. And as always, I used x reader tags ONLY to reach bigger audience 🦊
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berrincherri · 2 months
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There is NOT enough f!sole & Cait fanart and I am clearly too obsessed with Cait to let that slide
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gogogodzilla · 6 months
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day 6, dry humping
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preston garvey x reader warnings: nsfw 18+, semi-public sex, fem!reader, preston calls reader babe kinktober ☠︎︎ main masterlist ☠︎︎ read on ao3
Preston was a dedicated man. Every day he rose at the crack of dawn to keep watch over Sanctuary. You built several turrets, hoping you’d get a few extra moments together in the mornings. Alas, he rose anyway. 
It was rare you were in Sanctuary together. Often, you were out adventuring with one of your other companions or Preston was busy running the Minutemen in your absence. You never understood why he insisted that you be general instead of him. He was as much of a leader as anyone. 
The morning was quiet, and the sun hadn’t yet breached the horizon. Preston had already left for his watch, and you walked through Sanctuary attempting to find him. A gentle breeze rustled through the trees of the once-pristine neighborhood. You’d woken up in a completely different world, one where danger lurked in every corner. Where your quaint neighborhood was now half-deteriorated with time. 
The red glow of his laser musket provided the only indication he was at the edge of the treeline. He patrolled slowly, eyes scanning out over the small river that lined Sanctuary. You approached slowly. 
He turned as you neared, sensing your presence. In the darkness, you could hardly make out the curve of his grin as you stood side by side. 
“You didn’t have to get up, y’know,” he murmured, his gaze still focused out over the river. 
You shrugged, “I missed you.” 
The chill in the early morning air nipped through your vault suit, and you huddled closer to Preston, seeking his warmth. 
“You should go back inside. You’re going to catch a cold.” 
You stepped closer to him and wrapped a hand around his bicep. He sighed as you laid your head against his shoulder. Your stubbornness knew no bounds.
“I was hoping to distract you for a few moments,” you cooed as you trailed a delicate finger down his bicep. 
He looked down at you; he knew that tone very well. 
He kept his tone even, a smirk dancing across his lips. “That why you really came out to see me?”
“You know me so well,” you grinned, pulling him toward a nearby tree. 
Your brows raised slightly as Preston allowed you to lead him. Normally, he wouldn’t be so easy to convince. He set his laser musket against the side of the tree, close enough that it was within arms reach. 
You grabbed him by the lapels of his duster and tugged him closer, your lips ghosting over his. 
“Think you can let the turrets keep watch for a sec?” 
Preston’s hands latched onto your hips, stroking the soft flesh through your vault suit. 
“I think they can handle it.” 
He leaned in closing the distance between you in a tender kiss. Your lips moved in sync, and you cupped his face, bringing him closer. You pressed yourself against him, feeling the solid warmth of his chest against yours. 
The bark of the tree dug into your back as Preston’s hands wandered over your body, kneading and grabbing wherever he could. He leaned down and tapped the back of your thighs— your signal that he wanted to pick you up. 
You obediently jumped and he caught you, allowing you to wrap your legs around his waist. He pulled away, panting. His breath fanned across your cheeks as you touched your forehead to his. 
He pressed a kiss to your cheek and began trailing them down, down, down. His lips danced across your jawline, leaving featherlight kisses. He honed in on the spot that usually left you a writhing mess under him, sucking and biting to his heart’s content. You slapped a hand over your mouth as he did so, attempting to stop your whiney moans from waking up the entire neighborhood.
Preston bucked his hips against your core, already painfully hard. You couldn’t deny the effect he had on you either. You were probably already dripping through your vault suit. 
“Let’s go home,” you panted, leaning your head back to give Preston more room. 
He receded and straightened, allowing for his clothed length to press further against you. 
“Can’t leave m’ post, General,” he replied, a suggestive lilt in his voice. 
Your imagination was beginning to roam wild as his response sunk in. Your cheeks flamed as you pictured Preston taking you against this tree, thick cock splitting you in half, one hand over your mouth keeping you quiet while the other one rubbed your clit or groped your breasts. 
Preston laughed, a light sound that brought you out of your filthy daydream. It was almost as if he could tell immediately where your mind went. 
He gripped your hips as he ground against you once again, a shaky breath tumbling past his lips. His eyes remained on yours as he rutted against you, the thick fabric of his pants providing the friction you desired. 
You plucked the hat off of his head and placed it on your own as you jutted against each other. Preston groaned, his pace increasing as he watched you jerk against him, eyes rolling to the back of your head. 
His hand drifted down to where your hips were joined, and he rubbed soothing circles against your clit. It was like he could read your mind, and you bucked your hips against him. You were close and clenching around nothing as he drove you near the edge. 
Before you knew it, you were falling to pieces in the palm of his hand. You attempt to stifle your desperate pleas. Preston shudders against you, thrusting against your inner thigh. 
You brought him into a slow, sensual kiss. He let you down, strong hands keeping you steady on shaky legs. 
The first light of dawn had begun to paint the sky shades of pink and orange. The warm rays bathed the both of you in a gentle hue. 
Your eyes wandered downward to the wet spot staining Preston’s crotch. You bit back a grin, “It’s a good thing your coat is long.” 
Preston rolled his eyes, “Very funny, babe.”
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[Hancock is cooking]
Preston, walking into the room: Any chance that’s for me?
Hancock: It’s for Sole. I’m planning on making some bad choices tonight, and I need her on my side.
Danse: I never realized the forethought that went into being a disappointment.
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grimbothefool · 2 months
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there was more to this but it looked janky so i cropped it :~) anyway don't look at me i'm normal
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danses-with-dogmeat · 7 months
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P is for -- Preston Garvey
🥺 Just... sweet, lovely Preston. I'm so so glad he won. I often say that the winners deserved it, but Preston DESERVED it, you know? I love him, I love y'all for voting for him, I hope you sincerely enjoy this ❤️
And here is the 2k event masterlist, for your browsing pleasure!
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Pair: Preston Garvey x g/n! Sole
Dialogue: “I just wanted to make sure you’re okay.”
Word: Prolong
Rating: SFW
Category: Hurt/Comfort
Word Count: 800
“Psst.” Preston knocked softly at Sole’s bedroom door. "Uh, you're in there, right, babe?"
His heart was in his throat, after all that had happened, all that they’d told him when they returned from the Institute. Preston just remembered being beyond grateful that they’d come back to him at all, that they were alive and safe, and he’d told them just as much. 
But they... they hadn’t agreed with him, and damn, but that killed him. 
“Sole?” Preston tried again, his voice still weak from disuse. 
All the patrols over the past two days, that’s… all he’d done. Even Sturges hadn’t heard his voice. No meetings, no missions, no small talk with settlers, barely any contact with anyone at all. No… All Preston had room for right now was the worry in his heart for his partner. His general, his love, god, his life now… and they were hurting, beyond anything they’d ever shown on the surface before, and instead of craving his help, falling into his arms or crying on his shoulder, they’d just… shut him out.
Was that… normal? Was it okay? Should he press them in order to help, or give them space and let them come to him? 
Preston had always, always come to Sole in his times of uncertainty, of desperation and depression, seeking words and touches of comfort, their advice, their warmth. 
If Sole didn’t do the same, well… What was he supposed to make of that? Was he doing something wrong, or was it just the way that his partner chose to cope with their own hardships and emotions? On their own… it was hard for the minuteman to stomach it. 
“Come in.” 
The monotone words jarred Preston back to reality, and he damn near charged into the room at the sound of their permission being granted to him. 
“Hey, Sole.” His voice was softer, higher-pitched than usual, like if he spoke any other way it would just break them into pieces. “I… just wanted to make sure you were okay.” 
Preston closed the door behind him, and approached slowly, then kneeled beside his partner where they were seated on their bed. 
Sole looked… well enough, he supposed. Perhaps a bit disheveled, with the dark circles under their eyes and their hair unusually gnarled, but Preston tried to bar himself from becoming too outwardly worried about them. Still though, he wasn’t quite sure how to approach… Or what to say.
Tell me how to help you, love, and I'll do it.
“Okay?” Sole croaked, and already, he felt ashamed at his wording. 
Of course they’re not okay, not after everything they’ve been through. How could I have--? Ugh…
Preston grimaced at their reaction. 
They must be better at this than I am. 
No wonder they preferred being alone to this.
“Not really."
He was relieved when they continued, until what they'd actually said hit him.
"But… I think I’ll make it...”
Preston felt a painful pang ring throughout his chest at their words. Though they held hope to them, Sole's voice didn't quite reflect it.
“Look, Preston…” 
He held his breath, hearing his own heart pounding in his ears as they trailed off forebodingly. 
“I’m sorry.” Sole said with a deep exhale. “I know I’ve been shutting you out, and maybe… I know it’s not fair to you, that you want to help, but… I just don’t know if that’s even possible.”
Another agonizing ache squeezed at his heart, and Preston tentatively rose to sit upon the bed next to his partner. Sole made no move to stop him, and so he set his hand over theirs on the mattress, his warmth passing into their own cold hand through his caress. 
“Well, with your permission, sir/ma'am, I’d like to try.” 
Sole’s vibrant eyes, now seeming more monochrome, more dull than he’d ever remembered seeing them before, set upon him as their brows raised in question. 
“Even if it’s impossible, like you said... you’re worth trying. More than worth it, actually.” Preston tried to smile at them, but he was afraid his worry continued to show through. No matter what expression he tried though, he was certain that’d be the case. 
“Thanks.” Sole whispered it so low, it could hardly be deemed a breath. But still, Preston heard it. 
“C-can I… Can I hug you?” He asked, even as he unwittingly scooched closer to them on the bed. 
“I think I’d like that.” Sole said, the barest, thinnest hint of a smile shining through their expression as they half-heartedly opened their arms to him.
It was incredible, Preston couldn’t help but think, the way their hugs healed him. The way Sole’s touches bled comfort straight into his body, their hand in his felt like a bond strong enough to hold the two halves of the world together, his head on their shoulder made it seem like he could withstand just about anything, like this world of theirs' was… manageable, even with all of its faults, its violence, its tragedy. 
He wished the feeling could last him-- them both-- forever.
And Preston hoped that even half of what Sole's comfort did for him was shining through in this one tight embrace. If it did, then maybe, just maybe, it truly was possible for his partner to be okay again. 
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deaconspade · 1 month
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All my writings!!
What is highlighted in red is the newest work!
I figured I should make a pinned post linking everything I have written for easy access. Please, comment and ask for any writing on fallout stuff. It would make my day.
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komotionlessqueenmm · 11 months
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Imagine # 1,050
Gifs NOT mine.
Year posted - 2023
*I was thinking about extending this, but I decided to just leave it at this for now. This was inspired by the fact that in my play through my characters charisma is maxed out, and what have you. Anyways Preston flirts with my character a little bit, him just being at a loss for words, and complimenting how pretty my character is. Anyways he'll do that while I'm standing there with Danse, and sometimes Danse will sigh heavily after he makes those comments. It's probably just a coincidence, but this idea bloomed because of those encounters. I might write about this at some point later on, but if you'd like to you're welcome to use this as inspiration. (But I'm sure someone else has probably already done this!)
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