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algrisstuff · 17 hours
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I hope with all this fallout 4 revival people will start to make more fanfictions about Nick Valentine
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candiedgrim-blog · 11 months
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HE IS SLAYING, YOUR HONOR
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Alright someone take this pen away from me.
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abiding-artist · 1 year
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Ahh! This took incredibly long but it was worth it!
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Nick and Crowe (before she got ghouled)
I like to think Nick is aware of crowe’s little gang and they cross paths from time to time.
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trashmouth-critter · 1 year
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Crazy he calls me: sure I’m crazy, crazy in love, you’ll see.
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Just some self indulgent fallout 4 fanart. True self care is drawing romantic Nick Valentine drawings😩
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Nick Valentines x GN reader
Pure fluff for y'all, with a touch of angst at the end. I know theres like zero demand for fallout 4 fanfic but I made a poll idk how nany months ago asking if I should make some Nick Valentine fanfic and I got a couole of yes and exactly one follower from that poll. So this goes out to the small anount of people who said yes and that one follower I got from it, theres nore Nick fanfic to come I've just haven't gotten around to it yet but I promise I'll post some every so often.
Like always minors don't interact!
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He loves playing with your hair when he thinks your asleep. Sense he doesn't sleep he'll join you in bed when he needs a break from going over files and lay down with you so he can olay with your hair.
It started with him sitting on the edge of the bed looking at the wall as he thought about his most current case but when you started to stir in your sleep, having a bad dream, he laid down next to you and held you in his arms whispering sweet things to you until you calmed dow.
He found himself enjoying having you in his arms. Thus started a routine of him slipping into bed with you every so often to take a break.
Normally he would take a smoke break when you slept but he found himself craving a cuddle more than a smoke lately.
Soon every so often turned into every night of him crawlling into bed with you and getting up before you woke.
One night he had been loat in thought about something and hadn't noticed you waking up until he heared your tired voice ask him what he was doing.
"What? Oh sorry didn't mean to wake ya." He said pulling his hand away.
He was surprised when you asked him to keep playing with your hair. More than happy to oblige he started playing with it again.
It soothed you back to sleep in his arms snuggling into his chest as you slept soundly.
The next night when you got into bed you patted the spot next to you with an expectant look.
"You want me to join you or somethin?" Nick would ask looking to the bed then to you. Nodding you head you gavw him a big smile.
Who could say bo to that?
Nick was now "going to bed" with you every time you were. Really it was him laying in bed playing with your hair as he talked avout whatever case he had currently going on until you fell asleep.
He wouldn't admit it, at least not out loud but he adored this nightly routine the two of you had going on though he never hid the smile on his face every time he saw you getting ready for bed or how fast he was to crawl into bed with you to cuddle.
Nick always played it off cool as if it wasn't the favorite part of his day or anything.
If you asked he would probably say aomething like. "Just doing my job to keep those pesky nightmares away." Or "only making sure you don't stop breaming in your sleep. You humans are rather fragile after all."
Acts as if he isn't often the first one in bed waiting for you.
Before he atarted cuddlibg you every night he would work straight through the night till morning. He wouldn't even realized you had gone to bed till you walked oast him yawning telling him good morning.
Now though? He reminds you every night at 9pm sharp that you need to go to bed.
He'll play it off as your human and need to get a healthy amount of sleep as he actively take his coat and tie off to get comfortable.
If you buy him a pair of pajamas to wear he'll laugh avout it and say he doesn't need them.
He's wearing them the very next day.
If you gad gotten them before he started cuddling you every bight he would just give you a weird look for the thoughtless gift and put it in his empty dresser to collect dust or to be used by guests staying the night. He didn't sleep why would he need pajamas?
Now though? Might own three different pairs
You bet they match with your pajamas.
If anyone else sees him in his pajamas he'll puff out his chest as he puts his hands on his hips. "What? You never seen a synth in lounge wear before? Beat it, it's time for bed."
Nick takes bed time very seriously.
He's big spoon. It feels weird for him to be little spoon
Wont fight you if you want to try big spooning for once but he wasn't really into it
Nick much more prefers having you in his arms. It helps ground him and reminds him that you truly are here now with him and bot some memory from the past seeping into his present.
That and how can he play with your hair all night if he's not facing you silly?
He will lean in every so often and place a soft kiss on your forward as he whispers a soft "I love ya." As to bot wake you.
If he ever lost you he would lay in the bed alone holding onto your pajamas as he tried to think back on all those nights he spent laying in bed with you. He would stop after a few weeks as it hurt too much but after a few years when he had time to heal he would start doing it again so he could feel like you were there again. Nick didn't know how much he missed this, how much he missed you.
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memepipboy · 9 months
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WIP of a dependent returning this October poster hehehe
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harveywritings92 · 3 months
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Sole, sits down takes drink of their nuka cola: *Sigh* It's been a long year Nick…
Nick: Sole, We're still in January.
Sole, thousand stare: I know.
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actualsunflower · 5 months
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playing with this drawing from february
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ceo-of-sloppy-men · 9 months
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Let me kiss the toaster, Bethesda, you utter cowards
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everydayyoulovemeless · 3 months
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Nick SFW Alphabet
➼ Word Count » 1.5k ➼ Warnings » None ➼ Genre » Romantic
A - Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)
Nick shows his affection through his actions. You'll wake up to a cup of coffee, or a new pack of ammo. It's simple things that he does to show that he's looking out for you. You'll even notice that he does it more when he thinks you're going through something rough.
B - Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)
He's like an uncle you only see once a year. He's sarcastic, easy to get along with, and nonchalant about most things. Something bad happens to him and he'll just shrug his shoulders. That being said, he's really easy to talk to and has some of the best advice out there.
C - Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)
He's not a very physical person by any means. Just never knew what to do with his arms or where to place his hands. He's especially against the idea now that he's scrap metal. Even when you're lying in bed together, he tries to give you as much room as possible out of fear that you'll cut yourself on one of his parts.
D - Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)
No. It's a nice thought, but what would he do with himself? He doesn't think he'll ever quit the detective business. He'll work till he drops. Regarding household chores, he's good with kids and keeping the utilities working, but that's the extent of his knowledge. The need for cooking left with human Nick, and Ellie usually organizes his files.
E - Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)
Quick and easy. He feels terrible about it, he really does, but you'd have to do something completely out of the left field for him to do so, so he wouldn't feel that horrible.
F - Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)
He's an old man, and because of that, he knows you shouldn't rush good things. Besides, there's no real benefit for you both getting married, but if you really wanted one, he wouldn't be against proposing to you. But know that he'd be fine without the ceremony as well.
G - Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)
As gentle as he can be. He's well aware that his physical body is a bit rough around the edges, so he makes it a point to be as delicate as he possibly can around you. Emotionally, he's a bit harsher. He's an honest guy and likes to keep it 100% with everyone in his life. So, in that regard, he might be a bit brutish, but he means it out of love.
H - Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)
There will never be a time when he initiates a hug. If you're in distress, he opts to comfort you through his words or by patting you on the back, but he'd never go out of his way to hug you. Again, he's terrified at the idea that he might cut you in some way. However, if you were to incite it, he'd reluctantly (and very gently) hug you back.
I - I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)
He says it almost immediately after you get together, although he says it in a casual way rather than a serious one. You'll get a particularly clean shot on a raider, and he'll comment something like, "Doll, I love ya."
J - Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)
He doesn't get jealous, but if someone's getting handsy with you, he'll be quick to intervene. He's protective, and if you look uncomfortable, then he's glad to come and put an end to whatever it is that's doing so.
K - Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)
He always kisses your hands and your cheeks. He's got that old-school husband mindset when it comes to affection, and he likes to keep them modest, especially out in public.
L - Little ones (How are they around children?)
Amazing. He knows he can be a little off-putting to children, so he always does his best when it comes to first impressions. Luckily, he has tons of stories he can tell that'll keep kids curious and attentive, and they always end up loving Nick.
M - Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)
It's usually just you, Nick, and Ellie down at his Agency. Ellie always has a pot of coffee ready by the time you wake up, and then the rest of the time is spent reading files with Nick or gossiping with Ellie.
N - Night (How are nights spent with them?)
Drug busts, criminal chases, murders, missing person cases. Boston's nightlife never lets up and always keeps him in business. So, if you're up for it, he's got a lot you can help him out with during these hours.
O - Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)
He opens up to you before you even get into a relationship. I feel like Nick would take his time when it comes to getting to know someone, and you'd have to have him all the way idolized before he even began asking you out.
P - Patience (How easily angered are they?)
The only way you could make Nick angry is if you did something horrendous. If you killed a child, then he'd be pissed and leave you. But otherwise, he'll hardly ever lose his patience with you.
Q - Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)
He remembers the important stuff. Your birthday, your favorite color, your favorite places to visit. It's like he's got a whole case open on you. However, things that include him he finds more easy to forget. He's always got to rely on Ellie to remind him when your anniversary is, but if it's solely you, he keeps it all stored in the back of his mind.
R - Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)
Any moment that he can. He loves thinking back on all those times when you two were just having fun throwing snarky comments each other's way while on a case.
S - Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)
He keeps his pistol in his hand whenever you both are in a sketchier area and his coat around your shoulders when you're in a crowded bar. He's a gentleman, and, as such, he feels he needs to protect you whenever he can. Either physically or just by making others around you aware you're taken.
T - Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)
He tries? Nick's not always the greatest at setting dates up, but he certainly puts in the effort. His go-to with dates is picking a place to take you and then seeing where it goes from there. There's not much thought put into it. It's just a nice, spontaneous night.
U - Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)
Overworking himself. There are a lot of moments when you'd like to hang out with him or simply just talk, but he's too wrapped up in his work to pay any mind to it.
V - Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)
He keeps himself in a shape where he can continue operating normally, but that's it.
W - Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)
Yes. In all honesty, you're one of the only things he has that his human counterpart hasn't. Being with you and knowing you give him a feeling of individuality that he never got before. So, if he were to lose you, he'd feel like he'd be starting all over again to work toward being himself instead of a pre-war stranger.
X - Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)
He writes poetry sometimes. It's not something he goes out of his way to show you, but he'll scrawl a few words down on a napkin and toss it into his drawer. He finds it to be a good way to get his thoughts out without actually going through any grueling writing process.
Y - Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)
He doesn't think he'd mesh well with someone with violent tendencies or anger issues. It's just not what he's looking for, and is way too outgoing for him.
Z - Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)
He doesn't sleep. He works on cases or other chores all night while you do, though.
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soultrappedstjiub · 5 months
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sophie anderson (oc) and nick valentine.
they are friends (me when i lie)
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candiedgrim-blog · 10 months
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GUYS I know I need to finish my Nick Valentine drawing... BUT FABRIC FOLDS ARE HURTING MY BRAIN
So here's a shirtless Hancock sketch.
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Also an update on the Nick one (HATS ARE ALSO HARD PLS IGNORE HOW THE HAT LOOKS)
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ragingbookdragon · 1 year
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Does This Unit Have A Soul
Nick Valentine x Sole Survivor
Word Count: 1K Warnings: None
Author's Note: ...I do in fact have a desire to fuck the robot
It is, a lonely night that she finally comes to the realization that there’s something more than just friendship for the synth. The radiation storm coming has her upping the speed to find the nearest shelter and just as the first burst of sickly thunder snaps across the land, she’s pulling Nick and Dogmeat inside the small building. It’s musty, the last traces of a trader caravan evident as the layers of dust cover over one another.
She drops her gear, shucking off the leather jacket and armor before collapsing onto the ground, already pushing RadAway into her body to cleanse the burst of radiation she’d received from the storm. Dogmeat busies himself turning about three times before he plops down beside her with his head on her thigh. Nick, however, is pushing a chair up against the door and laying a landmine. It makes her laugh lowly in her throat, remembering the time she and the original Nick Valentine shared a hotel room together when they were on a case. He’d pushed one of the wooden chairs up underneath the doorknob and put a bottle behind it. You’re paranoid. She’d told him and he, being the wise-ass he was had cracked back, Yeah, and paranoid cops survive.
The chuckle is loud enough to register in his CPU because he looks over his shoulder and, “What?”
“I didn’t say anything,” she retorts, and he rolls his eyes.
“You were laughing.”
“I was not.”
“You were too.”
It slips out before she can help it. “You’re paranoid.”
Nick freezes, like he’s been struck by lightning and she sees it when he obviously remembers, because he lowers his head and replies, “Yeah, but paranoid detectives survive.”
She’s never explicitly told Nick she knew the original man, but she also knows this is still Nick Valentine, and he’s always been as sharp as a whip and able to jump to answers faster than light. She smiles softly, almost sadly as she asks, “How long have you known?”
Nick sighs, shoulders drooping as he turns and walks over and sits beside her along the wall. “Since just before helping me with Winter.”
“How come you never said anything?”
He shrugs. “You and Nick, the thing you two had back then wasn’t mine to intrude on.”
“It wasn’t like we were a thing, Nick. I was just his best criminal attorney and he my best detective.”
“But you knew.”
“Knew that he loved me?” she laughs. “Nick didn’t love me. Lust, maybe, but he never loved me. Not like Jenny.”
Nick eyes her for a moment, watches the way those words, Not like Jenny, come out of her mouth, the tone of her voice, the flash in her eye. “Green is best saved for mutants, doll.”
She startles for a moment, wide-eyed staring at him. “I beg your pardon?”
He gives her a knowing look.
“I was not jealous of Jenny. The two of us were friends. Just because Nick and I were good friends more doesn’t mean I was jealous of him having another relationship with another woman.”
“But this was before you married…Nicholas?”
“Nate,” she corrects with a scowl. “And yes, it was before I married him.”
Nick doesn’t say anything, but that annoying hum escapes him, and he lights a cigarette and looks away.
“I wasn’t jealous of her.”
“Of course not. But you were attracted to Nick.”
“Oh, for God’s sake! Anyone who knew Nick Valentine was attracted to him. He was a lady-killer! With that stupid, cocky grin and that face of his! Being a cop was a plus!” And then she realizes it all of two-hundred years later. “Oh my God, I was attracted to Nick the whole time.”
"Well I coulda told you that,” he snorts. “I’ve got loads of memories about his thoughts on you.” He’ll never tell her, but he enjoys the way she flusters at that and looks away. Though, he worries when her demeanor turns solemn. “Doll?”
“I’m sorry, Nick,” she murmurs.
“For what?”
She looks back, eyes sad, lips pulled down. “Back in May of 2077, we knew that it was getting dangerous for Jenny to continue being without witness protection. When the request came in for it, I pushed, but…I didn’t push hard enough and…and then…” her words fall short and she reaches up to wipe her eyes. “Oh, Nick, I’m so sorry. It was my fault that Jenny was killed. I should’ve pushed harder for my bosses to get her in, but I didn’t. Nate was at home with the baby and so much was happening and I just—”
Nick rests his hand on hers, the cool metal stilling her. “You didn’t kill Jenny,” he murmurs. “And Nick knew it too. He didn’t blame you.”
“You should’ve.” That’s the one thing she does, never separates the original and the synth. They’re both Nick, just different times and situations.
“I don’t,” he says and curls his hand around hers. “And Jenny wouldn’t either.”
Her lips wobble and she stares at him. “Do…do you think he and Jenny are resting now?”
Nick nods. “I do. I think their souls are finally at rest.”
She lays her head on his shoulder, cuddles close to him, knees brushing the cool of his thigh. “Do you think ours ever will, Nicky?”
She only calls him Nicky when she flirts with him; it makes his center circuits burst with something fierce. He lets out a deep breath and wraps his arm around her, letting her cuddle against his chest, ear pressed to the synthetic skin beneath his shirt. “I think…when it’s finally your time, doll, and you’re old and white haired, yours will.”
“I said ours.”
“Do you really think this old unit has a soul.”
Her head cocks up, stares him straight in his yellow lit eyes and says, “More than anything, I do, Nick Valentine.”
He smiles, softly at her, ushers her back to lay down, knowing she’s plum-tuckered out; he waits until she’s snoring against him, brushing his fingers through her hair and murmurs, “What a woman.”
Nick used to say that all the time about her. Back when he would watch her take down someone in court. Justice prevailing. What a woman.
But this time, Nick is here, she is here, it’s them against the world.
“What a woman, my girl is.”
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trashmouth-critter · 1 year
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😳😳😳
I have nothing else to say
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danses-with-dogmeat · 8 months
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N is for -- Nick Valentine
Oh, Nicky... his classic Hollywood noir vibes never cease to captivate me ❤️ He was one I knew was going to win in the polls, almost with no competition 😅 but, I'm absolutely not complaining.
I hope you all enjoy!
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Pair: Nick Valentine x Reader
Dialogue: "Is this okay?" -- "It's more than okay."
Word: Never
Rating: NSFW (but not explicit, just the subject matter)
Category: Fluff
Word Count: 1.3k
Nearly all of the wax from the nearby candle had run out, the weak flame shyly waving goodnight to the pair upon the mattress beside it, as they sat, concerned with nothing but the person in front of them. There was no way for you to notice something like that, the subtle way the light flickered over your closed eyelids, while you were so absorbed in the pure bliss of the moment. 
Nick, the gentleman he was at heart, let his hands roam respectfully over the ruffles of your nice, dress clothing. The best you could find in Boston these days, with the wasteland all that it was. Still though, it truly felt like the world that preceded it tonight, what with the fancy dinner in a tucked away corner of the Dugout inn that Vadim had made especially for the pair of you. The moonlit walk on the docks by the water purification plant had helped as well, with the stars reflected above and below; and the soft, pink glow over Nick’s pale skin as you passed the glimmering sign to his detective practice, just as enticing now, as the first time you’d laid eyes upon it. 
Then, as he kissed you in the threshold, holding the door for you to step inside your cozy, Diamond City home, his gleaming golden eyes tentatively asking you, with a drawn-up brow:
Would it be possible for me to come inside, doll?
He’d never have asked it aloud. He wasn’t that kind of man, and maybe… Maybe that’s why you did invite him in. Or perhaps it was the way he looked at you. Like your eyes held the world within them, like you danced on clouds and made the sun shine with your smile… 
And now, the way he seemed to worship you… How he’d lit the candles when you’d stepped away only for a moment, how he’d dialed the radio up enough for you to sway to, but still low enough that he could whisper over the sweet din, tender words that made you blush and grin like a fool in love. 
Because you were. For the first time, you could say it confidently. 
I really am in love with him…
“Darling,” His voice, more breathless than you’d’ve thought possible, sounded close to your still-open lips as he pulled away slightly, “Is this okay?” 
Okay? 
You scoffed internally as you opened your eyes to the glow of his own. 
“Is it… Nick, it’s more than okay.” Your hands found their way to his cheeks, minding the ragged, displaced pieces of metallic flesh thoughtfully, as he’d often remind you to do. “I want this, I want you.” 
You kissed him again, this time more purposefully; fanning all of your affection, your attraction to him, your love into the flames of your fervor. 
“Mm.” Nick mumbled against your kneading lips, and grudgingly, you pulled back, raising a brow in question as your hands fell despondently down to rest in your lap. 
“Doll… you ah, you sayin’ what I think you are?” 
If you hadn’t been blushing already, this certainly would’ve done the trick. 
“I… I think so, so long as we’re saying the same thing.” You chuckled at your wording, all of it sounding more ridiculous out of your mouth than it had been in the safety of your own head. 
“Mhmm, well, I just…” He cleared his throat, was that… nervously? 
Why the hell is he nervous? 
“Just, if we’re gonna go further, I want you to be prepared, is all. Probably not gonna look the same under the trench coat as any of your previous, ah, suitors.” 
You couldn’t help it, a tense chuckle escaped you at that. 
“I say something amusing?” You heard the edge in his voice, but there still was a humorous glint to his eyes. 
“No, I just… previous suitors just…” Trailing off, you looked down into your lap at your fidgeting fingers, biting your lip as you broke eye contact with him. 
A reassuring hand pressed to your face, his smooth, cool thumb brushing over the flush upon your cheek as he gently encouraged you to meet his eyes again.
“I guess I want you to be informed too…” You managed in a small voice. 
“Sole…” He said your name so reverently, he might’ve been a priest and you, an angel. “There’s nothing you’ve got to worry about; of that, I’m certain.” 
“And I could say the same to you, but here we are…” Your hand reached up to cover his, where it still caressed your cheek. 
“I’ve just…” You carried on, too determined to turn back now, “I feel like you should know... I’ve never quite done anything like this before.” 
Nick only blinked for a moment, trying not to look too shocked at your admission.
Not that it really worked.
“You never… And… you wanna start, w-with me?” 
“Is that so surprising?” You asked so quickly, you nearly cut him off, “Nick... I’ve never felt– with anyone– even close to the way I feel about you, with you. There’s no one else I've ever wanted this with.” 
The synth's brows rose high at that, and just for a breath, his mouth hung open as the words refused to leave him.
“That’s… well, ah, that’s awfully sweet of you, and... I can honestly say that I, uh… Well, let’s just say I know the feeling." He chuckled a bit, and you admired the way his eyes crinkled with his grin. "The old Nick, well, he had some flings, sure, but me? Yeah, not like folks around here are lining up to bed this rusty old detective.” 
He rubbed his skeletal hand over the back of his neck, almost shyly as he looked down and away from you.
You could only shake your head at the thought of it.
I literally can't be the only one who's ever been taken by him from the start...
Could I?
You weren't quite sure what it was, if it was nerves or giddiness that made your belly flutter and your breath catch. Perhaps it was a mix of both.
“I’m not sure I believe that, Nick," The words left your lips without your express permission, "but I guess I’ll take your word for it.” 
“What? I wouldn’t lie to you, sweetheart, c’mon…" He couldn't help himself, in that moment you were so precious to him, it was all Nick could do to keep from pulling you into his lap. He'd just have to settle for a sweet peck upon your lips, in the midst of this important conversation.
"All joking aside…" He continued as he pulled back, and you nearly followed him, "you’re sure, doll? Because, well, not quite sure how to put this gently, but… It’s not gonna be the same, with me. I’ve got ah, different... equipment than you’re maybe expecting, and the sensations are of a unique sort, a-and my hands, well, I’ll try to be gentle as I can, you know that, but I–”
“Nick, I know you." You interrupted gently, your fingers stroking over his shoulders as if that could smooth over the worrisome creases in his mind the way it did upon his button-up. "It’s okay, I’m nervous too, but… I’m glad it’s gonna be with you. I wouldn’t have it any other way.” 
“Hmm.” He hummed with a smile, pressing his cool forehead to rest against yours. “And I can say I feel just the same. I…” 
He looked away again, but it was only for a fraction of a second before he took the chance and his eyes met yours once more. This time, with a confidence you hadn't noticed before.
“I love you, Sole.”  
Your own grin couldn’t be contained, not in that glorious moment as he said the very same words that’d been flitting around your head all night long. 
“Me too, Nick.” You breathed, and kissed him. 
This time, he didn’t pull back, didn’t hesitate, and nearly, he didn’t behave respectfully. 
No, but Nick moved slowly, sensually, as his hands worshiped you the same way his eyes did, praised you just like his soft voice, loved you, as much as you loved him in return. 
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memepipboy · 1 year
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My fiancée told me it’d be cool to have an alternate comic cover since I’m coming back to the series again and I was like damn baby that’s a good idea
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