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cherriesformatt · 2 months

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9 months || matt sturniolo part 3

matt x fem!reader

summary: just how you and matt figured out life during your pregnancy

warings: pregnancy, suggestive, being sick

word count: 2,2k

a/n: guys thanks so much for all the notes 🥹 means a world to me and 100 followers wtf 🍒ily im not that proud of this one. Let me know if I should still keep going with the next part. Didn’t proofread yet!

The doctor said I couldn’t fly till my second trimester. I was really sick and pregnancy wasn’t easy on me. So we decided that we will wait to tell our families because we really wanted to tell them in person. Chris and Nick were great with keeping the secret. No one besides 4 of us knew. Even Laura and my boss didn’t know. I worked from home so I was able to do my job even when I wasn’t in my best form.

I had basically 3 babysitters now. Matt, Chris and Nick treated me like glass and to be honest sometimes I liked it (mostly when I was rotting on the couch and needed a snack) but most of the time I just yelled at them that I really could do everything without them staring at my soul.

When I was so sick all the time Matt decided that I should just stay with them for now. But the next thing I see is him moving my entire apartment here. I was pretty minimalistic so I didn’t have too much stuff. I just didn’t extend my rental and decided that would be for the best now.

My doctor said I was clear to fly when I was 16 weeks pregnant. So we organized trip to Boston. Sooner than later because I was starting to show and also because I already felt better. I gave up and started taking meds to stop being so nauseous. Every time I would try to gave them up everything would just make me sick.

Justin picked four of us from the airport and I took a passenger seat in the van. The flight was pretty good. I was just tired. The car had an air freshener and it’s smell just make my stomach flip.

“Oh no” I said and released I did not take my meds in the plane because I was sleeping. And also I couldn’t find them in my bag.

“Justin pull over …please” I kept my hand on my mouth.

He looked at me and when he saw me he momentarily did pull over to the side and I just jumped out of the car and threw up. I felt my hair being hold and a gentle hand rubbed my back.

“It’s okay baby… just let it all out” Matt said with his voice being worried.

When I was done I rinsed my mouth with water that Matt gave me and looked at him.

“This air freshener gotta go” I said quietly but he did take it out before I got back in.

“What are you pregnant or something, kid?” Justin looked at me jokingly but I only smiled at him awkwardly.

That’s how he found out.

MaryLou, Jimmy and boys grandma found out because Chris couldn’t keep his shit together.

“No she doesn’t drink” Chris said after their dad offered me my favorite wine. I was the only one who would usually share a glass or two with them and Justin. I was also over 21.

“How come? That’s your favorite” Jimmy said but I just looked at Matt.

“O fuck I’m so sorry” Chris said realizing but it just made it worst. We had to tell them now and then.

“So we came here… not only because we missed you but also to share some news with you all” Matt said really calmly.

“We’re having a baby” He aded looking at his parents and I just gripped his hand really hard.

“Oh my…” MaryLou said and she stood up and came to us and just gave us both a hug.

“You won’t believe this… but what I told Jimmy when you went to drop your bags upstairs. I said something is different… and you honey.. you’re glowing” She looked at me and honestly I couldn’t see that but I heard that a lot lately.

“What can I say…. I didn’t expect that so soon but congratulations kids” Jimmy came up to us as well and gave Matt a reassuring shoulder squeeze and I got a big smile.

“Oh Matty… I always knew you’re going to be the first one to give me great grandchildren” Their grandma smiled at us and Matt just went to her and gave her a big hug.

Rest of the night we spend watching their old videos and baby photos and I just cried so many times. Because I realized I couldn’t wait to have the baby here with us.

They took the news so well and I was really stressed about it because at first I was always worried about being older than Matt and now I’m also older and pregnant.

But they just always made me feel like home here and the rest of the trip just went so well. Talking to someone with so much experience gave me just more power to get through it all.

Then we did my family after coming back from Boston. I didn’t want to put myself out for such a long flight. Since my family was back in Europe. So we did what I dreamed about since I saw that commercial back when I was in middle school.

“Everyone…I want you to meet someone” I said while we were on a family group chat FaceTime.

I stood up and Matt readjusted the screen so it was on my belly. Which I swear was just bigger everyday. I felt like weight was lifted off my body, because not telling my mom and siblings about that was hard. Everyone freak out and I needed to answered 100 questions but luckily my mom didn’t make us say we will get married before the baby comes.

Half way through we were just getting really excited and everyone knew. Everyone except the whole Internet. But honestly that wasn’t to hard to keep from. We always did keep our relationships private and I wasn’t that much on social media so it was alright.

Also that was the time when I just couldn’t resist Matt. I honestly felt like jumping his bones 24h and I’m not even kidding. That was his favorite part of me being pregnant.

We also did decide that we rent a house that went in the market in the same neighborhood that the triples lived now. And we got the house so we started to renovate it like we wanted it. Boys were happy that it’s literally next doors but also it’s our own space that we would need to learn to have.

Nick was filming and photographing all weeks of my pregnancy. At first I didn’t like it because I was camera shy. I usually worked behind it. And now when I’m looking at Polaroids he made me take every week. They made me so happy.

“I love the name Noah” Matt said while his head was on my boobs and his hand on my belly.

I smiled. We didn’t want to know the gender till birth so while we talked to the baby we just called it “peanut”.

“I actually love it too… and we could do N O A H for a boy and N O A” I said and he looked at me so happy that I liked his idea.

Me and Madi would go shopping sometimes and all we did was just buying baby stuff. Most of the stuff I got were the ones I’ve learned from birth classes. I was obsessed with reading all the books about newborns and every now and then I’ll see Matt reading them too when he was not working.

One afternoon Chris came back from his meeting and he was so excited. He handed me w bag and I opened it.

“Chris are you kidding me? I’m going to cry” I put two mini sets of fresh love on the table. One was blue and one was pink.

“That’s the cutest thing that I have ever seen” I hugged him tightly.

“That’s from your favorite uncle kid your first outfit” He said looking at my belly and I froze because I felt a movement inside. First time ever so hard.

“Oh fuck… that was so weird” I said.

“What happened?” Chris stepped away from me.

“The baby is moving and I can feel it so well! Oh my gosh it did it again!!”

“Can I feel it?” Chris asked clearly exited.

“Yes..give me your hand” I said and I put his hand where I last felt it. And when the baby did it again I looked at him.

“Did you feel it?” I asked and he just looked at me with his eyes wide open .

“I did… a little.. that’s so weird… bro you’re a hero” he said.

“What’s that screaming all about?” My boyfriend joined us in the kitchen.

“I just made your baby kick!” Chris said.

“Oh my goodness are you just gonna claim it on yourself?” I laughed.

“What?” Matt came up to me and put his hands on my belly.

I readjusted them and looked at his eyes.

“Now…she did it again” I said and his eyes widened.

“That’s… wow” he said.

“I know” I whispered.

“You also just called Peanut a “she”” Matt smiled.

He knew I was having dreams about us having a daughter. That was another thing since I was pregnant. I had so many vivid dreams.

“Oh that was an accident…” I said.

After my 32nd week we had everything ready in our house and we started to sleep there and hang out. I worked there too. I had my little office. But I started to be really tired so I took my time off. Matt was really happy about it. Because we had more time to spend together, just two of us before there was a three people in the pack.

He was just perfect. He would rubbed my feet when they were swollen and give me a massage every night. He talked to my belly so much and just loved us both to the moon and back. All this time it was really hard for us but he made it so easy in the same time.

When I was freaking out the day my waters broke. He just packed a car and kept his cool. He was beside me every second. His brothers and our moms outside the delivery room.

“That’s a nice one if I’m going to have my baby to this song I might actually name it skies” I said in between taking my deep breaths. I let everyone be part of my delivery day playlist. Lil Skies was currently playing for the 7th time.

“Oh please baby” Matt laughed and rubbed my back as I rolled myself on the ball trying to get through my constructions.

When it came to actual pushing I thought I’m gonna kill everyone in the room. I decided that I wanted to give birth in water. So when I was ready we moved to the pool that nurses got ready.

Matt was siting behind me telling me sweet nothings while I was screaming and holding his hands so hard that I’m pretty sure blood couldn’t get to them.

While I heard crying in the room that wasn’t mine. Everything just went away. All the pain. They put the baby on my chest and I hold it.

“It’s a girl…” One of the nurses said and I kissed her temple. She was so little.

“We have a daughter…” Matt whispered as he hold as both. Both of us crying at this point and just couldn’t believe it.

“She is perfect” I whispered and touched her little nose.

“You both are, you’re a hero” Matt kissed my head.

When they took her for check up. Nurses helped me to get myself together while Matt went to take a shower. Took him 5 minutes because he was scared to miss the moment they will bring her back. I actually couldn’t keep my eyes open after they gave me pain meds I just passed out.

When I woke up there were flowers, balloons and gift bags everywhere. And I saw Matt at the corner of the room with little Noa on his bare chest.

“Matty…” I whispered.

He looked at me and stood up holding her. He was so natural about it.

“Look mama is up” He gently placed her in my open arms and I looked at her. I could just stare at her forever.

“Is everything okay? What’s all of this?” I asked quietly.

“Both of you are great, you slept some time, you deserved it, I send everyone home after they saw Noa for a little bit. That’s all form the favorite uncles apparently” He said with a big smile.

“They’re crazy…come here on the bed” I said and moved a little. He did as I said and I rested my head on his shoulder.

“Thank you…she’s so perfect” Matt said and kissed my cheek.

“Well we did it together I just had more work” I laughed.

He did too and Noa opened her eyes and looked at us. But didn’t cry. She really was perfect. Well she was a Sturniolo after all.

That’s all I needed. My little family.

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vilegelics · 4 months

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— i need you to fill the void…

→ pairings: chris sturniolo x reader

→ warnings: none! long distance chris fluff for the soul

→ notes: an old chris blurb i wrote at 3am to feed y’all with something as i work on requests 🫡

all the elation you had earlier had begun to dissipate as soon as you stepped out of the airport and into the cold boston air. there really wasn't a good reason to be nervous, but you were.

a lot of it could be due to the fact that you hadn't seen your boyfriend in months, or maybe because you were surprising him and lying to him was killing you slightly.

it pained you inside to have to keep lying to him about your whereabouts, giving him dry responses, dodging his facetime calls as you packed and headed to the airport.

and instead of chris welcoming you with his warm hugs that would last for what seemed like hours and a shower of kisses, you were met with nick- your best friend and your boyfriends brother.

the two of you had been planning this for weeks now, ever since you and nick had been facetiming on a night were you had been exceptionally upset over the distance between the two of you;

“nick- i don’t know how long i can manage being apart from him. i know i’m at uni and doing the right thing but the distance is killer” you said with a sigh, staring off at your framed pictures of you chris that line your windowsill.

“i know, it’s hard on him too but wait- don’t you have your break coming up soon? why can’t you visit then?” nick answered with confusion on his face.

“i would but i had already told chris i’d be at my parents house for break, they wouldn’t be too happy if i backed out now and decided to fly to boston instead” you looked up to your phone screen to see the gears in nicks head turning, and thus a plan was formed.

he had come up with the plan in about 20 minutes, with it mostly starting out as blabbering to distract you from getting too upset but quickly formed into something realistic. and with a lot of apologies and promises to your parents that you’ll make it up to them the next break- the plan was in full formation.

the plan was to fly out on the friday afternoon of your last day and get there hopefully sometime around early night, that way nick could go out with matt- who can drive- to go "get food" while nate and chris work on brainstorming for video ideas (which mostly consisted of them ignoring the said task and playing fortnite)

it wasn't as thought out as it could be but it was the best you two could come up with for the time being, plus nick had told you he planned on being an asshole the whole day so that they wouldn't want to go with him

as for your part, you had told chris that you’d be leaving that friday afternoon for the drive back home and that you'd be fairly inactive for the day, which was fine enough for him.

you climbed in matt’s car with the sounds of music and screaming filling the air as you opened the doors, a smile creeped onto your face as your eyes met theirs.

"holy shit, we're actually doing this" nick spoke as he hugged you from his seat in the front.

you let out a breath from putting your luggage in the car, "i know"

the drive back to the triplets house was filled with minor catching up, music blaring & laughs until you turned onto their street then the car went eerily silent. making your nerves spike, you shouldn’t be this nervous but you are. you just miss him so much.

matt turned his car off and put it in park in front of the house before getting out with nick, waiting for you to walk up with them.

you heard the car door slam behind you as you timidly followed the other two up the driveway to the door, nervousness bubbling up in your stomach.

you finally reached the concrete steps and headed up them, standing in front of the door for a beat before looking back to where nick and matt stood with phones in their hands.

sighing, you raised your hand and bit down on your bottom lip before gently knocking.

“fucking finally!” you heard chris exclaim through the door, footsteps growing louder as you played with your fingers nervously, "what took you guys so lon-" chris cut himself off as he looked up from his phone after opening the door.

he didn't even say a word before embracing you and burying his head into the crook of your neck, tightly wrapping his arms around you as if not to loose you.

you ran your fingers through his hair and pulled away a couple inches to meet with him face to face.

"miss me?"

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third-rail-vip · 4 years

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Ooooh you knew I was gonna swoop into your ask box for my favs 😉 Can we hear about 3,4, and 6 for Mac / Ivy? 🙂

💜 Oooh thank you so much for asking!! You know I could talk about these two forever :) These were fun! she says sneaking off into angstville for the first one

This gorgeous screenshot was taken by the wonderful @mayihavethisdanse who I have now pledged my soul to! 💜

Mac x Ivy

3. Most common argument?

They don’t really *argue* argue to be honest. Ivy doesn’t react well to arguments that look like they might escalate to shouting, she has to remove herself from the situation pretty quickly. Their arguments, such as they are, tend to veer more on the snarky/sulky or just plain bickering side.

One of the main things they get into ‘discussions’ about is her work with the Minutemen, which she gets very little monetary return for, and that combined with her tendency to burn herself out trying to do too much for them (especially when she’s burying feeling about other things and trying to distract herself), is something that MacCready takes issue with. He’s very good at getting her to strike a balance between altruism and self-care through self-preservation. She doesn’t do so well while he’s in the Capital Wasteland. There are arguments when he gets back, with her, her companions who he thinks let her get in that state, even though they are back to not being a ‘they’ at that point.

The main thing Ivy will bicker at him about is his smoking. She regularly tells him that the cigarettes will kill him and that it’s ridiculous that he gave up swearing but not smoking, which is a far worse habit. Although like a self-destructive hypocrite she does get into the bad habit of smoking his brand while Mac is away in the Capital Wasteland. She’s a bit of a self-destructive little madam when she wants to be.

4. Favourite non-sexual activity?

If they are stuck in a settlement, their favourite downtown activities would be lounging around reading together, or cooking together. Ivy is a pretty decent cook, and Mac isn’t too bad himself - he just has to chase off Codsworth to be allowed to get involved in the cooking.

Now if the two of them can get away together, of an evening they like to find a quiet spot high up on an old freeway or a rooftop - somewhere with a good view. Ivy loves to watch sunsets and sunrises, Mac loves to watch Ivy watch them. Sometimes they’ll stop up all night, just sitting and talking, and occasionally sharing a bottle of Vadim’s god awful moonshine. The moonshine tends to lead to games for passing the time. These vary between using plastic plates to frisbee as ‘clay pigeon shooting’ (a bad bad idea! if you ever hear random gunfire while wandering through nighttime Boston, it could be these half-cute fools on a rooftop). They also do ‘bad lipreading’ while spying on the local raider/gunner camps. Or on quieter nights they settle for making up stories about the sordid private lives of the pre-war people who lived and worked in the dilapidated buildings around them.

6. What is their favourite feature of their partner’s?

Haha ok, hello and welcome to fluffy territory. turn back before it’s too late!

So a headcanon I have for these two is, when MacCready first meets Ivy and she shakes his hand, he instantly notices how soft her hands are and thinks “ugh, vault-dwellers…never done a day’s work in their lives.” So from then on when he has any contact with her hands he notices any little calluses that builds up from where she holds weapons, any nicks/scratches she gets from breaking into buildings or climbing ruins. He’ll ask or comment on them and she points out the old pre-war things, like thicker skin on parts of her fingers from carrying hot plates as a waitress or the scar on her finger from sharpening a pencil with a craft knife in college.

I think her hands really are a favourite feature. He loves watching her pick locks, and sketching (especially with things like charcoals where she’s smudging a lot for effect). She’s constantly fiddling with her hands, can’t seem to keep still. When they’re together he loves just playing with her hands or letting her fidget at his (especially eventually when there’s a ring on her finger). Oh and she can play guitar and piano (you’ll even catch her singing if she thinks nobody is listening), so getting her anywhere near either instrument is fascinating for him to watch. Other features he’s fond of: her smile - there’s just that little bit of a cheeky smirk that lingers somewhere on her top lip and is just too much fun to tease out. And her laugh that comes along with it, like an explosion of giggles that’s so hard for her to control and can come on at the worst time if something tickles her sense of humour or she’s just in a giddy mood. The freckles - Ivy wore more makeup when they first met (old habits) so you couldn’t really tell how freckly she was, but come some sunshine and no foundation she slowly gets a dusting of freckles galore. Mac knows the patterns by heart.

For Ivy, it’s got to be Mac’s eyes. On more than one occasion she’s been caught speechless by them, and Mac definitely uses that to his advantage. In a dull and colourless wasteland, she could drown in those ocean blue eyes. They’re so expressive, it’s no wonder he keeps them shadowed under the brim of his hat half the time because they give away too much. With time she learns to navigate them like a sailor, she can see the storms brewing and when it’s smooth sailing ahead. She also happens to be rather fond of his arms. I know he has a rep for being a skinny little thing, but I’d say he’s probably got the build of a climber, he’s lean and wiry, and climbing is a beneficial skill for any sniper who wants to get up high for a good vantage point. It’s given him pretty strong arms, excellent for hugs or lifting up/carrying girlfriends who make poor life choices during battles, or for other reasons.

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andersoncharm · 4 years

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Don’t Read The Last Page- October 24, 2020

MiniPara: - Don’t Read The Last Page

Rating: PG.

Pairing: Seblaine.

Sebastian: smythesm

Blaine: andersoncharm

When: October 24, 2020- Two days after Blaine’s 24th Birthday.

Location: Sebastian’s Apartment- Boston, MA

Notes: Sam visits Blaine for his birthday week and gets to know Seb a little. He gives Blaine some unexpected news that could change Blaine and Sebastian’s lives…

Warnings: Mentions of death. Parental Death (Blaine’s Mom), Mentions of toxic past relationships. Mentions of brief past Klaine.

Extra Warnings: (This hasn’t been brought up for a bit but, this RP is not Kurt Hummel friendly. You’ve all been warned.)

Blaine’s POV:

Blaine tipped a sip of his tea attempting to hide the smile that had overtaken his face as he watched his boyfriend and his best friend place the freshly carved pumpkins out on the balcony. The visual brought him a joy that he’d not felt in a long time and he wanted to hold onto the moment, freeze it in his brain and save it for a darker day. They’d done six squash and each one had a dreadful grin or the face of a pup, or little cat whiskers carved into the shades of orange and yellow. He, Seb and Sam had spent the crisp day doing various autumnal things that Blaine wanted to do in sort of a birthday weekend celebration and Blaine’s perpetually worried yet happy demeanor over the last few days, had somehow evolved to an even bigger degree of happiness that balanced somewhere between being thrilled to downright ecstatic. Sam being here had brought a little slice of his childhood into his new world and Blaine was over the moon with the feeling of having them both near. If only David and Nick could be here to make it all even better.

He fought the urge to light each of the pumpkins from his spot in Sebastian’s apartment, but refrained- Sam would be leaving soon to go back to Ohio with his family for a few days before leaving for Japan and Blaine could wait before he used his favorite bit of spooky magic. Sam had been in America for almost two weeks now and he’d been in Boston for four days, Blaine only wished he had more time here. He sat his cup down and went over and opened the balcony door as Seb and Sam turned to come back in, the purple and orange glow of the Halloween lights backing them as they stepped into the room.

“I know Sam’s got a long drive ahead of him so I’ve made a kettle of hot water for tea and a pot of coffee, the two of you can take your pick. And yes, Sam, there are about six different types of creamer to choose from.” He rolled his eyes at Sam’s grin and sat down to wait for them to come back. Sebastian came first and Blaine’s face once again threatened to crack open into another smile as his boyfriend snuggled into him, shivering from being outside. Blaine wrapped his arm around him and pulled him even closer before pressing a kiss to the top of his head. “It’s not that cold, baby.” He mumbled teasingly. Seb just grunted in response.

“God the two of you are so gross.” Sam mused with a smile as he came back into the room with the biggest coffee cup from the cupboard filled way too full and slightly sloshing over as he sat down at the end of the couch. “Gross, but like way better than the dude you dated in high school for those few months. Kurt? Did I tell you that I ran into him when I first got to Ohio? Still has major uh, god complex energy. God complex? Did I use that right? Yeah.”

Blaine’s stomach dropped a little at the mention of his brief, witch ex-boyfriend and he pulled Seb a little closer. Whether it was to keep himself calm or Seb safe he couldn't tell.

Sebastian’s POV:

Seb liked Sam well enough. He had brought him a plethora of Japanese candy and a Sailor Moon manga. Sebastian was touched by how thoughtful it all was even if the blonde man wrapped him in a giant bear hug that had lasted a little too long for his liking. Sam laughed at pretty much everything Sebastian said (“your voice is so monotone, dude! It’s hilarious!”) and was Blaine’s biggest cheerleader, had a giant grin and even bigger arms so what wasn’t to like? Ras liked him, too (probably because they had almost the exact same demeanor and ecstatic energy.) Sam fully embraced Blaine’s autumnal themed birthday weekend and didn’t make things seem third wheel-y.

Sebastian nestled the last grinning jack o’ lantern on the bannister as Sam stood back and wiped his palms on his jeans. They had carefully carried all six of the pumpkins they had carved with Blaine out to the balcony to display. Blaine had made a show of making sure each pumpkin had a little white votive candle inside of it though Seb knew that he would just use his magic to make sure they shone bright and long all season.

He nodded at Sam as if to signify that their work was done and they headed back into the warmth of the apartment. Sebastian immediately snuggled into his boyfriend’s warm arms, the scent of coffee and cinnamon candles instantly comforting. He wasn’t ready for the nights to grow colder and darker but he knew how much Blaine loved the colder months and so he welcomed the chilly air and tried not to grumble about missing his beloved sun too much.

Seb peeled himself out of the other man’s strong arms, flipped Sam off and poured himself a cup of coffee with a little half and half. He clasped his mug and reveled in the feeling of the hot ceramic in his hands. Sebastian joined the other men in the living room and tried not to audibly sigh when he noticed Sam’s coffee (kind calling it that, it was mostly caramel creamer) slosh onto the arm of the couch. He knew Blaine would magic it but his Virgo tendencies were itchy with the want to spray the spot down with cleaner and scrub vigorously.

His ears perked at the mention of Blaine’s ex. Sebastian felt the other man pull him a little closer and could feel the energy change around them. He sat up a little straighter and cleared his throat, “God complex, huh?” Sebastian took a drink of his coffee and watched Sam who seemed very chill as he sipped on his drink and gave Ras’s hair a ruffle. He could feel Blaine’s body tense to his side. “Humor us, Sam. What did he have to say?”

Blaine’s POV:

Blaine’s heart thudded in his chest as he waited for Sam to reply to them. This familiar icy feeling of dread that he’d grown accustomed to ignoring over the past couple of years slowly crept over his body even before Sam spoke what had been said into the atmosphere. He tried his hardest not to react, tired not to grip Seb’s arm too tightly as his stomach fell to the floor. Sam’s perky, nonchalance made Blaine feel crazy about his internal struggle, but one quick glance at Seb told him that he wasn’t alone in his struggle. All at once he was happy that Hunter and Tony had already left a couple of days ago after meeting Sam and weren’t here to hear this. Wouldn’t it be their obligation to the Order to do something about it? Kurt was a Witch. A Witch that now knew about Sebastian and Blaine’s very forbidden relationship… He was especially thankful that Freya was out in the moonlight so that she couldn’t tell him she told him so. No matter how much she cared for Seb and of course, Ras.

“Well, he was like standing there, looking like he stepped out of some magazine, you know how he was, remember? And then he just casually asks how you are. So I tell him how happy you are and how you’ve got this awesome boyfriend named Sebastian that treats you like an equal and not like, you know, a trophy wife like he did and this fucking dude just keeps smiling at me. His eyes got all big and crazy looking and man, ooh, he looked like that cat from Alice in Wonderland, you know? Anyway, I’m glad you got outta that one as quick as you did.” Sam took a big swig of his too hot drink and winched but still managed to look so proud of himself for talking Seb and Blaine up. He really was a good best friend. But, all Blaine could feel was that shrinking dread.

Blaine licked his lips, a permanent chill settling into his bones as he sat his tea cup onto the coffee table in front of them before leaning back against Seb. His body tensed and ready for a fight as if Kurt or the Order and Council would bust through the door at any second. “That’s so strange. We dated for like two or three months, I can’t see why he’d even care what I’m up to.” He forced a laugh and reached out for Seb’s hand, linking their fingers and squeezing tightly so as not to float away. “How long ago was this?”

Sam took another drink of his coffee and shrugged. “Like when I first got into Ohio.” He shook his head. “I saw him about three more times on my trip, he didn’t talk to me or anything, just seemed to be at a few places I went to, I wouldn’t worry about it, dude. Like you said, you totally shouldn't give a shit about what he thinks anyway.” His best friend stopped and looked up at the clock with a sigh. “Ugh, I guess I should go soon. I promise the next time I come though that I’ll stay longer than four days, alright?” Sam stood up and not so carefully went into the kitchen to discard his cup into the sink. He pulled Seb into a hug that looked like it hurt before standing up and pulling Blaine into an even stronger hug, crushing him against him. Blaine knew he was tense and that he was distracted and he hated that he wasn’t able to say a proper goodbye to his best friend, but his heart was thudding so fucking hard in his ribcage that he wanted to scream.

He was such an idiot. How could he have been so careless? How could he have forgotten that Sam’s family was from Ohio that sweet, oblivious Sam would have no clue that all the Facebook and Instagram and Twitter posts had been glamoured so that it looked like Blaine was still single to Witchfolk? The high from his Birthday weekend crashed down hard and he couldn’t even bring himself to speak after Sam had left. His body felt heavy as he made his way back into the bedroom to get dressed for bed. He ignored Ras’ pitiful look which made him feel worse. He was working on autopilot as he changed his clothes and he could feel Seb’s eyes on him, searching for answers that Blaine didn’t have. His hands were shaking as he ran them through his curls before finally looking up at Sebastian, lost.

“Fuck, Seb…”

Sebastian’s POV:

It was a good thing that Sebastian was in law school and had been trained not to wear his emotions on his sleeve and had a pretty perfect poker face because his stomach was tied in knots. He knew that he and Blaine needed to remain calm while Sam was around. Kurt was a witch. A witch knew about them and it wasn’t just any old witch, it was Blaine’s ex. Sure, they had only been together a few months but they way it had been explained to Sebastian, he was sure there was a grudge. He could feel his boyfriend’s rigid body and slight shake. “Fuck him.” The words were meant for Blaine’s feelings as well as a reply to Sam’s story.

Sebastian awkwardly patted Sam on the back as he bunched him up into a hug. Blaine hugged his best friend and gave a half hearted goodbye and Ras gave him a few kisses and he was on his way out. Seb walked Sam to the door and wished him a safe trip. He watched Blaine silently head into the bedroom and sighed.

“What does this mean, B? What do we do?” He pulled open the top drawer on his dresser to find the pack of cigarettes he had nestled in amongst his boxers. He felt too agitated to get into his sweats or get undressed for bed. He wasn’t sure if he’d be able to sleep at all. Sebastian sat on the bed next to the other man, his cigarette in between his lips. “Can I get a light?”

Blaine’s POV:

Blaine gave a half hearted smile and reached out his hand and with a surge of energy and a flick of his fingers Sebastian’s cigarette was lit. Seb rarely let Blaine use magic with him aside from sex and he knew this was an attempt to make him feel better. He watched as his boyfriend took a long drag, his eyes blurring from staring at the reddish orange glow of the magic lighted ash. He worried his bottom lip as his thoughts raced through his head. What would he do? He could go to Hunter and Tony, warn them that someone may know about him and Sebastian. Someone that could do something about it, that might dislike him just enough to turn him in. But, would Kurt? They’d only been together a few months and while they hadn’t had the best break up and Blaine had gotten angry about the way Kurt had controlled every aspect about their relationship right down to what Blaine wore sometimes, surely that didn’t mean he’d try to have him killed. Right?

He blinked remembering the disdain in Kurt’s eyes when he said he didn’t want to be his legacy, descendant prize. He remembered when Kurt had reminded Blaine that some witches never found their fate and that they should just settle for each other since Kurt understood what it was like to lose a parent. Blaine remembered how upset he’d been when Kurt threw his mother's death in his face and suddenly it was all too much for him at once. He shook his head and turned back to look at his boyfriend.

“Nothing. We’re not going to do anything, okay?” He knew it sounded insane and saying it out loud scared the hell out of him, but what was he supposed to do? “If we tell Hunter or Tony or my dad it will only expedite everything and I want to hold onto us for as long as I fucking can.” His voice was sharp, like he needed to convince himself and Sebastian. “Kurt has known about us for two weeks, surely he would have gone to the Council or the Order by now, right?” Or he’s just biding his time… He shrugged that thought off, knowing it was going to haunt his thoughts for the rest of his life, leaned in closer to Sebastian.

“Whatever has to happen is going to happen. All I know is that I’m not leaving and I’m not going to let anything happen to you, okay? My top priority is keeping you safe and I plan on sticking by that.” He reached for Sebastian’s free hand and brought the back of it up to his lips and pressed a kiss to it, his eyes falling closed as he breathed him in. The overwhelming feeling of how much he loved this man and how much dying for him and them would be worth it overtook him and he wanted to scream and cry about how unfair the world was but Sebastian needed him to be calm and he needed to be calm for himself or he’d panic and where would that leave him?

“It’s going to be okay.” He mumbled the words, his conviction whooshing out of him as he scooted so that he was as close to Sebastian as he could get, his head pressing into his chest as he tried to steady his breathing and convince himself of the words' truths. It had to be okay.

Sebastian’s POV:

Sebastian took a long drag of his cigarette and blew the smoke up towards the ceiling. He stared at the ceiling fan for a few moments, the light making little blue dots swim in front of his eyes. Seb squeezed Blaine’s thigh and held the cigarette out towards him. “Hopefully this kid has grown up some.” He took a deep breath and his lungs wavered a bit from the smoke and the fear swimming low in his belly. Sebastian didn’t like the sound of any of the words Blaine was saying. It all sounded detrimental and uncertain and scary. “You’re my top priority, too, you know. I need you to be safe, too.” He bit his bottom lip and looked into the other man’s warm eyes. Blaine looked scared and sad and that made Seb’s stomach knot up and his anxiety spike. “We can get through this.” Sebastian didn’t want to turn his courthouse tricks on with Blaine but he wanted to calm the other man down and reassure him somehow.

“Maybe we should lay in bed and watch a movie. I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep and I don’t want to mindlessly stare at my phone all night. You can pick what we watch.” Sebastian stood up and grabbed the sweatpants he had set out for that night off of his pillow. “The water is probably still warm in the kettle. I’ll bring you some chamomile tea.”

So, even though his body felt sick with anxiety and his throat felt dry and his hands wanted to shake, he forced his voice to stay even and his hands to calmly grip the maroon mug that he filled with hot water for Blaine. Sebastian turned off the lights and plugged in the heating pad for Blaine, snuggled into his side as they watched Tangled and West Side Story. He drifted off to sleep before anything bad happened to Tony and Maria and wished on any star that happened to be out that he and Blaine would be okay.

/fin.

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levucky · 4 years

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al horford sleeper agent

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anyway by now ive told basically everyone i care about but i had a life changing experience over the weekend. n it sounds dumb as shit but i met a real life dude who was basically a clone of nick from franz. weird hours. guess this is a thread

before we start i want to say i havent thought about franz in weeks. theyve gone away on their own finally but really i think my old obsessions just get replaced every few years and maybe it was my hard work in therapy or my new obsession with rap or

maybe it was just a realization or me growing up and maturing or something but i dont even want to work on my favorite fanfics anymore or anything. it’s just odd. i think im changing

and i don’t think about how my former favorite band members are doing or worry about them or check their socials n it feels really good. but i know there probably is or probably will be a replacement

ok that was a tangent. if they were replaced by anything they were replaced by new friends and the NBA. so there’s the exposition of this story sorted

anyway back to the weekend. the sleeper agent invited me to lunch. and that was the catalyst. god people are being so loud in here let me go to the art library

anyway i just kind of realized "huh i guess there's more out there." i went to lunch n shit. WE went to lunch n shit. stopped caring so much about my math homework. let myself be dumb and in love

that’s a very human thing. lunch. he spilled his stupid chipotle burrito all over his stupid bright green celtics jacket

he’s from italy. never even stepped foot in a chipotle. immediately clowned himself. some world we live in

we hung out all weekend. we went to lunch like two more times and we went to dinner. there was this big threat of leaving looming over my head the whole time. i made him walk like a mile on crutches and i feel very bad about it

i don’t know what’s wrong with him. it’s somewhere between a basketball injury and a chronic disability. either way that just made me feel even more emotionally attached to him. i never saw him without the celtics jacket

it was so cold that weekend. or maybe i just didn’t bring the right jacket. if he were a gentleman he would have offered me the celtics jacket. i didnt even hug him goodbye

and then of course he went back home. theres a million girls all over his instagram comments all the time. theres nothing special about me. he doesn't want to talk. i wrote my ap psych notes in green yesterday bc i was so in love with that stupid celtics jacket

im a sixers fan. the sixers and the celtics have been rivals forever. it was about to be war, except i want to move to boston. but really i want to move to dc. i wish the whole world was philly. things would be less complicated

im in love with a celtics jacket. a celtics jacket. of all teams. and i cant even talk to my basketball friends about it because they think im dumb shit for falling for some celtics fan with a million girls all over his instagram comments all the time

im not like those girls. i don’t think im like those girls. but i definitely exactly am

i have an economics test in fifteen minutes. i think one day ill drown in the atlantic ocean.

the test wasnt that bad. i thought about writing this the entire time. i would just zone out and stare and think about the phrase ‘al horford sleeper agent’

because he has to be. why else would someone put a diehard sixers fan right in front of a diehard celtics fan who looks exactly like the guitarist of their middle school favorite band

in reality i should be calling him a celtics sleeper agent because the whole point is that al horford is a sleeper agent for the celtics. but i hate al horford so i guess it’s more funny to include him in the title

i mean how can one player change so drastically like that? al horford was benched for the first time since his rookie season, like, two weeks ago after being traded to the sixers. how does that happen? why *wouldn’t* he be playing badly so his old friends win the title?

al horford’s gotta be retiring in like, three years, tops. he’s working for the celtics, i know it. and my sleeper agent is trying to convert me to a celtics fan

i understand why people make jokes, though. it’s a very human thing to want to go home. al horford just wants to go home. he lived in boston for however many years let me look it up

god whatever it was only three years i thought it was like eleven that just ruined my point

back to the matter at hand though that’s all we’re trying to do. we all just want to feel at home. we’re all just these little things trying to connect somehow. sometimes we are more desperate than others

i think im pretty desperate right now. sometimes i sit in my bedroom and im like damn when do i get to go home? but im home

i didn’t even want to leave dc. it was all star break and there wasn’t even basketball on. so there i was, in basketball purgatory, wizards territory for some god forsaken reason, losing sleep over a celtics fan and not wanting to go home

and when i say i was losing sleep you better believe me. i was so excited to wake up in the morning that i didn’t want to fall asleep. i wanted to be awake forever, endless, running through the city

i’ll get there soon enough. it’ll be with different people. college, yknow. all that. but sometimes i feel like certain things can’t be replaced.

and im acting like a different person lately. im using my phone at red lights just so i can check for a message from the sleeper agent. it’s always one word responses

yes. ok. maybe. some shit like that. a haha every once in a while. he’s not interested and i should stop trying

and then, INEVITABLY, i send something stupid back, a photo of my hand on the wheel or something, and i get left on read

and i know im stupid for it. everyone i know is screaming at me “disco, you’re dumb shit” but i just want to believe for a minute that im loved, im special

I want to feel like someone out there cares about me that isn’t obligated to, yknow? my mom can say she loves me all she wants but it doesn’t feel as good as some italian celtics fan saying it

some hot italian celtics fan mind you

even if he wasn’t hot or italian it would be nice. and actually it would be better if he liked like, ANY other basketball team

except maybe the knicks

but whatever. main point: i know im dumb shit and should stop trying. but it feels good to feel like if i keep trying maybe i’ll be wanted

sleeper agent is just one of those people tho. he’s magnetic and everyone always wants to be around him. dumb as hell in the most charming way ever. my friends are still all making fun of me

i started crying in a pizza place the other night because even the CONCEPT of italy sent me over the edge. i need to stop before i

wait what’s the word

i need to stop before i immortalize him? no, no

i need to stop before i deify him. soon enough he’s going to be a new canonical character in my head and i’ll start making up legends and stories to myself

we barely knew each other. if i deify him i’ll start telling people he offered me the celtics jacket when it was cold out. he’ll become a perfect gentleman. and he wasnt. he was just some stupid hot italian boy in a bright green jacket

im not going to deify him. it won’t happen. but i love the color green. i always say i love yellow more but i think that’s passed. i wear a green ring on my right ring finger every day. im not going to deify him and i still hate the celtics

overall, the celtics are winning the rivalry. i don’t think the sixers have ever truly been “great,” at least outside of philly. maybe allen iverson. wilt chamberlain. dr j? theyve never had like, a dynasty. idk. i don’t think you’d be able to get a sixers jacket in italy.

it’s his birthday today. i should probably text him. i should probably stop thinking about him. that’s just dumb shit, disco youre better than this what happened to a little self confidence every now and again

sure lets say external validation isnt necessary but also i think that’s something the mindfulness crowd made up to sell more planners and tote bags in 2011. it feels good to be wanted

never waste all your time on it sure. know youre still worth it even when you have no friends and there are a million girls all over his instagram comments. but it does feel good to hear “goodness disco i like how much you like the philadelphia 76ers”

my friends are all making fun of me for being on some romeo and juliet shit because he’s literally from verona and he’s a celtics fan and im a sixers fan god damn it disco why does this always happen

i never even read romeo and juliet but i saw the dreamworks adaptation so i guess ive got the story relatively right i know they die in the end. the gnomes shatter into little pieces i think

anyway tangents aside the sixers won tonight. philly is lit up green. why the hell is philly lit up green? the eagles were done like three months ago and the flyers are orange. why is philly lit up green

oh god, he just snapped me. a zoomed in photo of himself with caption that says “76ers” with like five exclamation points

here we go again, everybody

wish me luck

#writeblr #writing #original writing #creative writing #narrative #my writing #philadelphia 76ers #boston celtics #nba #just inspo lmao #also jacket boy is currently quarantined for coronavirus #just thought id add that with the news out if italy #pip pip cheerio #al horford #al horford sleeper agent #narrative nonsense #disco is my real name

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fo4companionmusings · 6 years

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Romanced companions (+ Kent and Edward) finding out Sole was an actress Pre-War and was set to play the Mistress of Mystery on the Silver Shroud show?

I’ll do the boys you requested first and as far as I know, I remembered everyone! Someone let me know if I forgot anything. 😭

Kent: They were just sitting in his room in the Memory Den, chatting to themselves, when Kent mentioned the Mistress of Mystery. It reminded the Sole Survivor of something she’d long since forgotten. “You…? You almost did WHAT?” Kent’s eyes immediately lit up and he started digging around through some files. He pulled out some of his Mistress of Mystery photos and held them up to her. “This… You’re so beautiful! I think you’d make an even better Mistress of Mystery! You… basically we’re her! Granted, I’ve thought about it before, but I… I never!” She gave him a quick kiss and looked at the pictures herself.

Edward: Edward’s face turned in to a look of confusion instantly. “You were… a what? Actress? Shit, that makes sense.” The Sole Survivor pressed herself against his side and continued listening to him talk. “Silver Shroud and everything? That’s not really my thing, but I can’t imagine what being famous was like. Closest thing now is infamous, ya know?” “I know.” She answered and coincidentally pulled out a magazine she was in that she’d manage to find in the rubble. “You really haven’t aged a day, have you?”

Hancock: He’s absolutely amazed, but not to Kent’s extent. “God, wish we still had cool shit like that now. All we have is Magnolia. Not that she’s bad—“ He stopped mid-sentence and turned to look at the Sole Survivor. “You wanna act out somethin’ for me sometime? Costume and all? I’ll be your Silver Shroud any day, baby.” She laughed and kissed him, Hancock being totally unaware that while scouring Hubris, not only did she find the Silver Shroud and Grognak costumes, she found the costume she was supposed to wear during her role.

Deacon: “Oh god, please tell me you still have that suit. Wait, did they give it to you? Doesn’t matter. I could recreate it lickety split.” He ranted on and on. They were in downtown Boston, mid-fight, when she said one of the iconic lines. It then proceeded in to a long discussion for more about Sole’s past while they tried to stay alive. Later, after a few months of effort, he finally found and salvaged materials and made the Mistress of Mystery costume.

Danse: He didn’t really care too much about it. What bothered him though, was finding the Sole Survivor in some old pinups too. He was never interested in comics or the thought of television. “Is.. this you?” “Yeah….” It was a bit awkward between them for a while relationship-wise because the entirety of the Brotherhood of Steel probably thought about her at least once on a long shift.

Preston: Not really surprised. He cherished her, so it made sense that other people pre-war appreciated her talents too. “That’s… So cool!” He said, scooping her in to a hug. “I’m so lucky to have someone so talented in my life.” Whenever she felt down from there on out, he’d bring it up. Preston loved talking about how beautiful she was.

Old Longfellow: Could not give less of a crap about the past. He also hardly understood what TV really was. He’d never seen a working one in his life time so Sole decided to then find someone to fix one up for him or do it herself. “It’s cooler than you think, I promise.” She told him. His grumpy old self still wasn’t convinced.

Note: I’m not saying Gage is stupid by any means! I love him and I got to thinking that he maybe he wouldn’t have known how to read super well!

Gage (PERSONAL HEADCANON): Gage isn’t able to read super well, but he enjoyed comics rather secretly because they were mostly pictures. Sole helped him get it down better when they weren’t busy with other things. He secretly really appreciated it and appreciates her as the Mistress of Mystery more! The prospect of seeing her on TV would have been something rather exciting for him.

Maxson: Similar situation to Danse. He’d seen comic books before and knew about TVs from their technology searches in the BoS, but it had never occurred to him who she was and what she was going to do in her past life. “It’s.. Interesting?” He tried to sound intrigued when she told him, but in the new world, that sorta thing had just lost all meaning to the majority of people.

MacCready: “Holy shit!!!” Was all he could say. Over and over. “I knew I recognized you from somewhere when we met.. Honey, HOLY. SHIT.” He pulled out once of his comics hesitantly and then dragged her to his room where he had a Mistress of Mystery poster. “Why didn’t you tell me that this was going to be you? I wish we still had TV sometimes, fuc-“ She gasped at him swearing and he immediately tucked his comic book back in to his jacket in shame.

X6-88: He’d heard of comic books and TV and everything, but was never free to look at any of that. It was hard for him to try and show his interest when the Sole Survivor told him. “I can’t say I’ve heard of that ma’am,” He said. “But it sounds like you enjoyed that part of your life quite a bit, so if you find it interesting, I do too.” The Sole Survivor was a bit bummed at his response, but she dealt with it because X6’s emotions weren’t like everyone else’s.

Nick: He laughed a bit when she told him. “Guess we really are quite a team then. Does that make me the Silver Shroud?” She nodded and made him wear the outfit once just to see how it would have been. “Can I see some pictures or didn’t the show get that far?” She obliged him and handed over a few of the stills that’s they’d done in the old film noir style. “Can I keep one of those?”

Piper: Super stoked. She wrote a piece about it in the paper. “Silver Shroud— Actually Mistress of Mystery, Details Inside!” The Sole Survivor became the y’all of Diamond City again with that article. Piper was broad of her significant other beyond comprehension and spouted about how she was the girlfriend of the Mistress of Mystery for MONTHS.

Cait: Didn’t particularly care one was or another, but wanted to help remind the Sole Survivor of her past if it helped her with anything she may be dealing with. “Darling, Mistress of Misery—“ “Mystery, Cait.” “Mystery, sure, or not, you’re still as beautiful then as you are now.” That was as mushy as she got though for the time being, and left it at that.

Curie: “You.. Did what? Oh how lovely!” She took the old picture from Sole and examined it closely. “Can I keep this? We can use this to help examine how you’ve maintained over the years? If you want! Sorry.. I’m getting carried away. It’s all very intriguing!” Sole reassured her that it was okay and that she would definitely help her with the research.

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holotape-diaries · 6 years

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[Trinity] Direction

Still bunkered down in the Red Rocket for now. I’ve elected to give everyone some downtime because we’ve been pushing pretty hard of late, despite our stops. We’re going to spend a few days in this region, then trek back to the greater Boston area. We need to swing by our base in Jamaica Plains to manufacture some equipment, then we’re taking back The Castle.

When daytime came in Diamond City, I still felt like I was being watched. I still do. The only other person in the group who seems to feel this way is Dogmeat, who is always a little on edge around everyone but me right now. Thankfully he doesn’t seem to be the type to bite (unless you’re shooting at him). We left Publick Occurrences and I had a meeting with the Mayor’s Secretary, purchased myself a home within Diamond City. I spent the rest of the day getting that furnished up to suit the needs of our team (weapon and armor fabrication and upgrades, ammo manufacturing, etc), as well as decorating it some to make it feel at least a little bit homely.

When I wrapped up in our new base, Nick put his hand on my shoulder, and stated he would like to take me to a place called Good Neighbor. He knows someone there who could help me look through Kellogg’s memories. I felt a lump form in my throat, but agreed, and we headed out. Goodneighbor isn’t that far from Diamond City, but certainly feels like a great distance when you account for the inevitable gun fights in between. The raiders, super mutants and triggermen seem endless in the Boston area. I suppose its an area rich in resources, relative to the rest of the Commonwealth, but still.

Goodneighbor was different from Diamond City. Diamond City is very much a city of established rules, where people just want to survive. Goodneighbor seems to be very dog-eat-dog. As I step into the gate, I get accosted by some random thug asking for ‘insurance money’. I threaten him in return, and he backs down, but then the Mayor of Goodneighbor comes out and stabs him! He introduces himself as John Hancock, and “apologizes“ for the conduct of the thug. I recognize a veiled threat when I see one, so I thank him and let him know I’m not going to be any trouble. He sneers at me (I think? He’s a ghoul, that might just be his mouth), and I’m left to my own devices.

Nick started making his way to wherever it is we’re going, and I let him know I’ll meet him there. This is going to be pretty big for me, and I want a drink. He lets me know the joint is called The Memory Den, and he’ll meet me there.

I stepped into a bar called The Third Rail, which was a surprisingly nice place, all things considered. It even had live music, a singer named Magnolia. I get myself, Heather, Piper, and Preston drinks, and we sit down. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see two Gunners harassing someone in a side room. They don’t look aggressive, but I’ve learned not to trust the group. I stand up, letting my little group know I’ll be right back. As I stride towards the back room, I get stopped by a ghoul in standard merc gear – leathers, combat armor. He introduces himself as Edward Deegan, and that his employer has heard about me, and is interested in acquiring my services for a difficult job. I tell him I’ll think about it. Edward tells me to head to the Cabot House and ask for Jack. I’m a little stunned as he walks past me. The Cabot House? The Cabots were a family from my time, a very wealth family too. I remember the name Jack Cabot too. I clear my head, and keep walking towards the back room. No way it’s the same Jack Cabot, likely a descendant.

Preston has joined me at this point, having seen me get stopped by Edward. He notices what is going on in the back room, and nods to me. We walk into the back room, and can now overhear the conversation. The man getting harassed is called MacCready, apparently an ex-Gunner now trying to work as a merc in Gunner turf, thus these two toughs here to warn him. They finish their piece, and walk past us, the quieter one slamming his shoulder into mine. When I don’t give as easily as he hoped, he calls me a “fucking bitch” and reaches for his gun. The wiser of the two makes him stay his hand, and they leave without any blood being spilled. MacCready was laughing at them as they go.

“The fuck do you want.” is the greeting he gave me. I inquired about the two thugs and he told me to stop poking into other people’s business. As I turned to leave he asked if I needed to hire any protection, he was looking for work after all. I let him know that I’m not looking for protection, but I am looking for more traveling companions, as I intend to take on the Institute. His eyes went wide and I could see the hesitation on his face. He gives me his price. I talk him down, he agrees. We head back to the table and I buy him a drink, introducing him to Heather and Piper.

As we’re leaving, we overhear conversation at a nearby table, something about someone named Cait and a place called The Combat Zone. Piper and Heather seemed to react somewhat somberly to the news. When asked, they explained who Cait was, and that the Combat Zone is a known raider spot. I made a mental note to stop there.

Heading to the Memory Den, I was greeted by an older woman dressed very extravagantly. She directed me to the stairs in the back of the room, indicating “the doctor and Nick are waiting for you already.”

Downstairs, Nick introduced me to Doctor Amari, a scientist specializing in the human brain. She was the one who designed the memory pods in use here. After some talk, it was determined that we could hook up the augmented piece of Kellogg’s brain I recovered from his person to Nick, as it had synth connectors attached to it. In combination with this, I could hop into a memory pod and witness the memories stored with in, with Nick being the engine, as it were.

Reliving Kellogg’s memories was hard. He’d clearly had a hard life, and had lost everything he cared about, like I did. The only difference is Kellogg knowingly brought it upon himself, my life was ripped away from me at no fault of my own, short of existing. I had to re-live Kellogg killing Nate, this time from the perspective of Kellogg. I had to see my baby taken away again. I had to see Shaun, older, taken away by something called a Courser.

The group discussed something about teleportation, and a man named Virgil. I wasn’t really paying attention. Piper looked at me sadly, handing me some tissues. I was crying. She took me upstairs to sit with Nick while the rest of the group discussed the plan. I felt week, drained. Piper asked Nick how he was doing, as he went through the same thing I did. Kellogg responded. I drew my magnum and leveled it as his head, yelling that I put him down once, and I will happily do it again. Nick threw his hands up and shouted for me to stand down, and what the hell was I doing. Piper forced my arms down, and looked at Nick concerned. Apparently some echoes of Kellogg can remain for a little while, and we just saw one. Nick apparently had no idea when it happened. I sank into the chair next to him, exhausted.

Piper let me know that everyone got to watch what I was witnessing, so I didn’t need to talk about what I saw. She told me she was sorry for me, and hugged me. She told me that when I was ready to talk, she would be there as a friend. Nick offered the same.

Eventually we headed back downstairs to get caught up on the plan. Virgil was in a place called The Glowing Sea. Apparently its where a bomb fell, and was massively irradiated. So I needed to find/make some Radiation Protection suits.

We left Goodneighbor not long after. I honestly didn’t feel like talking to much, I felt like an old wound had just been reopened. I needed to take my mind off of what I’d just witnessed. We headed to the Combat Zone, and I proceeded to clear it out. Apparently Cait was a cage fighter here, serving as entertainment. Tommy Lonegan, her handler, opted to let me buy out her contract, as I had just killed all of his clientele. I did so. Cait seemed to know her way around a fight, and after I explained our goal, seemed to be on board.

New members in tow, we headed out for Oberland. Nick had been complaining about his equipment for a while, so I said we’d swing by Red Rocket after Oberland to grab his jacket, something he greatly appreciated. Folks at Oberland agreed to join us with us now that we’ve taken care of their problem. Preston raised the possibility of taking back The Castle at this point, as the Minutemen had enough members, between our personal work and the work of other contingents, that we could mount an effective effort to take back the Castle and man it properly. Given that I didn’t feel quite ready to head to the Glowing Sea just yet, I made that our next priority goal.

That’s how we ended up here in Red Rocket. Preston has headed up to Sanctuary to check in on folks there, as did Heather, who wants to see if she could sell any of her alternative medicines. I asked Preston to get strong setup as a member of the Minutemen, operating his own unit, either on his own or with others beneath him. He can’t really travel with me, given my propensity to break into locks and terminals and his disagreement with that, but I can still definitely use his talents if he’s lending them. In a couple of days we’ll head back to Boston. I have a feeling that the Castle is going to be a big step for us.

#fallout 4 #character story #trinity

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THE BLOG: Transgender Family Thanksgiving Celebrations

Nov 21, 2013 | Updated Feb 02, 2016

Wayne Maines Father, storyteller and advocate for change

I dream about the day when families with transgender children will be able to have classic Thanksgiving celebrations, gathering at the family homestead, kids playing in the basement, a football game on TV in the living room and amazing smells wafting throughout Grandma and Grandpa’s big old house. Unfortunately, many families like ours celebrate alone or with a few close friends because they are not considered part of the extended family anymore, or it is just too awkward trying to “keep it normal” for the children.

Even at their best, the holidays are a hard time to “keep it normal,” but when families with trans kids start to think about heading home for the holidays, it sometimes takes a special kind of courage and a hope that our extended family will be ready to support our journey. The trips often become complicated because of our lack of control — for example, when we arrive and find that our long-lost cousins have come home for the holidays. We all want to believe that the tea party bumper sticker on the pickup truck means only that they want to keep their guns, and we hope that their hearts and love for family are stronger than their politics.

With our “protect the kids” radar on full power, we seldom find time for a relaxing moment. Later, when things start to settle down, the subtle signs of trouble put us back on edge. The neighbors we spent half our lives with, the people who went to all our baseball games and dance recitals when we were kids, stop by for dessert. We see them whispering in the corner, and our hearts begin to break, and we start looking for the kids, ready to pack our bags for the 10-hour drive home. But leaving is not really an option. The kids would not understand. They are having fun. They do not see what we see, at least not yet. All the kids playing on Grandpa’s old bear rug in the basement have little concept of gender identity discrimination, God bless them. But we always wonder if it will last.

As we try to keep the peace and steer the conversations away from our kids, some of us think hard about just staying home in the future. As the kids grow, the extended family events often become more problematic, and we try to find new ways to keep it simple. Many families like mine just hunker down at home with their new chosen extended families that include LGBT friends, allies and a few good, open-minded souls who have accepted our children.

In our family, we still try to honor family Thanksgiving traditions. When it is time for dinner in our home, we take turns saying what we are thankful for. Every year we remind ourselves that Thanksgiving is about more than just saying “thank you” and enjoying a good meal. It is an opportunity to acknowledge family, friends, allies and our nation’s leaders who are working hard to help all children grow at school, at home and in their communities.

This year, as we sit down at the table, I will give thanks for a number of people and organizations that stand out in our lives. The people we have met come from all walks of life; some I met through blogging here on The Huffington Post. They have all brought kindness, wisdom, knowledge and support to our home. An electrician taught me that transgender people have the same hopes and dreams that I have. A well-known author/professor who lives nearby helped me process what it means to be transgender. Two wonderful ladies from Boston who love to hit the bowling lanes and support LGBT organizations in New England opened their home to our family. A UMaine professor of human sexuality encouraged me to continue writing. All these people have helped me grow and keep my family’s spirits strong.

As I do every year, I will thank the Boston Children’s Hospital and our local pediatrician, counselor and endocrinologist for giving us the care we need when others were afraid to do so. I will thank all the gender clinics that are starting to appear across the nation, and I will acknowledge their boards of directors for having the courage to do the right thing to protect our babies. Without their support, so many families would not have a chance for a bright future.

I will thank my friends Jenn, Susan, Leslie, Jeannette, Mary, Kate, Nick and so many other transgender advocates who have stepped up to the plate to support our children. They are all worthy of hugs, awards and community recognition. Every day they see the pain and suffering that occurs when our children do not get the care and support that they need, and they take action! These beautiful people run nonprofit organizations and actively reach out to teach others about transgender youth.

I will be thinking of Gay & Lesbian Advocates & Defenders. GLAD has kept our hopes and dreams alive. They have taught us how to be strong advocates for change. The work that they do is so complicated but so necessary. Trans families cannot move forward without them.

Many families like ours will be having small, private Thanksgiving dinners, but each event still provides an opportunity to share time together and learn together. Last year, while we were doing the dishes, my young son Jonas said, “Dad, I wish we could have a big family Thanksgiving dinner next year.” I could tell that he was missing the trips to Granny’s house on the lake in upstate New York. I stopped drying dishes and said, “Jonas, it will be OK. I miss them too! Someday we will be able to do so again. We just have too many things going on right now.” I did not tell him the details, but I said, “We can never stop working hard for what we believe in. We can never give up. Smile, make friends, and someday things will return to normal.” Then I told him how proud I am of him for helping his sister, and for standing up for all LGBT youth. I told him how proud I am to be his father, and as I was about to give him a manly hug, his sister popped in the kitchen and said, “What are you guys talking about?” I said, “Hard work.” She said, “Great! More homework! Dad, it is Thanksgiving!”

#thanksgiving

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ship ask meme; 1-10, 13 for deacon x farah

@papidanse asked me to answer whatever questions were left. That... was nearly all of them? 😂 Ha, well, this is the first set. I’ll do the rest tomorrow.

1. Who’s the one who’s reckless and always getting into trouble while the other’s gotta pull ‘em out?

… Well, see. It’s not that Farah is reckless: it’s that she’s lived in a bubble all of her life and has never had to worry about her personal safety. It’s months before she fully understands there’s danger everywhere, so she keeps Deacon busy. Those six months he spent spying on Farah? Let’s just say a yao guai received a head shot before it had a chance to attack her.

2. Who’s the one to send the other “I love my gf/bf” memes?

Deacon. IF there was a way to send memes in a post-apocalyptic world with no Internet access.

3. Who’s the one who listens to a music genre the other doesn’t like and how does the other react?

Farah. She and Deacon are both fans of rock ‘n’ roll and blues/jazz. (If you tell Magnolia you’re not a fan of jazz, Deacon will agree with you and make a comment about polka. I can’t be the only one who thinks he’s lying.) But sometimes, when Farah needs help concentrating on a project, she’ll listen to classical music. Deacon would rather listen to nails on a chalkboard. But any time he starts coming up with funny lyrics to go along with the music, a couple of bolts or a spool of wiring goes flying his way.

4. Which ones spoils the other more and do they ever get competitive to show the other more love?

I... I don’t know! I could see them being competitive with birthday and anniversary presents. Every year, they want to be the one who gives the better gift. But who spoils the other more? I think it’s fairly even, but I’d tip the scale in Deacon’s favor. He isn’t great with verbally telling Farah he loves her, so he has to find ways to show it. Like notes on her pillow or on the bathroom mirror, and little gifts like a iced cold Nuka Cherry or vegetable seeds for her garden.

5. How many years did it take to get married or was it just not for them?

It took at least two years, which is a long time by wasteland standards. Deacon didn’t need to be married in order to be committed to Farah. He’s been married once and he never planned on getting married again. But for Farah, Deacon was her first (and only) spouse. Marriage was important to her, so that made it important to him.

6. What was their wedding like?

Simple, private, and secure. (This always makes me think of Calhoun from Wreck-It Ralph: instead of telling Deacon it’s nonsense to think something could happen, Claire asks Preston and MacCready to stand guard outside.) Claire, Danse, Sean, Nick, and Curie were the only attendees. Honoring Farah’s faith, they got married at a mosque. I’d like to think at least one mosque in Boston survived the bombs, and the imam of said mosque officiated the ceremony.

7. Are their friends/family supportive?

Claire and Curie were Deacon and Farah’s biggest supporters from the get-go. Claire will always be her brother’s cheerleader (and he fucking needs one after everything he’s gone through). Their Railroad family was... a little apprehensive at first. At least, once they noticed Deacon and Farah were more than friends. Some agents had a hard time trusting Farah, and others worried what would happen if she and Deacon broke up. But by the end of Year One of their relationship, the agents realized Deacon and Farah were good for each other and relaxed.

Farah’s mom and dad haven’t been supportive since she publicly took a stand for synth freedom. They don’t really talk to her anymore, nothing beyond “how’s your health?” and “how’s the weather?”. And they don’t go to her wedding when she invites them.

8. How does one comfort the other when the other is in distress/having a panic attack/crying?

Neither of them are prone to panic attacks. When Farah is upset or to the point of tears, Deacon is there with a hug specially for her. She’ll put her head on his shoulder and cry, he’ll rub her back, and they’ll stay like that until she feels better.

The same doesn’t work for Deacon. When he’s upset, he’ll withdraw. Farah will sit down with him in a quiet and hold his hand until he’s ready to talk. Sometimes he won’t talk. He’ll give Farah a kiss and thank her, and some time later - maybe even a few days later - he’ll finally tell her what was bothering him.

9. Which one dissociates?

I think they’re both guilty of dissociating at some point in their lives. It was a coping mechanism for Farah while she learned how to live and survive in the Commonwealth. The same is true for Deacon; it’s his way of coping when he’s on certain missions, such as checking on Safehouse Augusta.

10. Which ones stares at the other’s booty like “damn” and how does the other react when catching them?

Deacon doesn’t have an ass and Farah isn’t a skinny woman. I’m sure Deacon loves walking a few steps behind Farah when they’re traveling together, and no one but Farah knows what he’s doing because of his sunglasses. The first few times, I’m sure it made Farah blush. Now, she just smiles to herself.

13. How do they act when getting drunk?

Farah doesn’t drink. She doesn’t mind if Deacon does, but I don’t think getting drunk is something Deacon does often. My headcanon is if you can get Deacon really drunk, he becomes really talkative. Hard liquor and chems are like truth serum to him.

#ship ask meme #papidanse #deacon x farah

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