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rebelliousstories · 24 days

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What Did You Say?

Relationship: Norm McLean x Reader

Fandom: Fallout

Request: Yes by @fallout-girl219

Warnings: Fluff, Brief Angst, Pregnancy

Word Count: 1,406

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Summary: The whole reason they got married was with the goal of repopulation. That is why anyone in the Vaults gets married. Being married to Norm is a challenge all on its own.

Norm was speechless. That alone was highly unusual for him as he did not get speechless, simply he did not voice every thought that pops into his head. But here he sat, without a thought to voice, and a mouth with which to do it. He did not process the fact that his wife was slowly loosing her smile, and instead of excitedly bouncing, she was shifting nervously.

“What’s going on in your head, sweetheart?” She asked, concerned for her husband’s wellbeing. In the entire time that they had been married, or even had known each other, she had never known him to be this paralyzed.

“Are you sure?” Sure, it was not the best thing to say, but it was the first thing that came to him.

“Of course I’m sure. The doctor checked me a couple days ago,” she moved to hold his hands. “Norm, we’re having a baby.” While she held out hope that at some point he would get excited with her, that hope was draining by the second.

“And it’s mine?” Again, it was not the best thing to come out of his mouth because her look turned sour really quick.

“Are you accusing me of something, Norman?” Her voice was no longer sweet; this was a dangerous growl.

“No, no. I’m not. I’m sorry. I’m just- we’re having a baby?” He was still not on the same plane of existence as her.

“Yes, Norm. We’re having a baby. I thought you’d be excited, or joyful, or even able to crack a darn smile. What is going on with you?” She was starting to tip over into yelling and their vault doors could only do so much sound proofing.

“No I’m- I mean, yes I… just,” he stammered, “I’m just not sure this is the best time.” He murmured, and began to fiddle with his hands.

“Well, it’s apparently a perfect time according to our bodies. Ever heard the expression, ‘it takes two to tango’? I didn’t make a baby by myself.” It felt like such an obvious observation, and yet, she felt like she was trying to talk to a child.

“I know that, I’m just. I’m not sure I’m fit to be a dad. I’m just gonna-” and he took off. Opening their door, Norm left their little humble home to go off to who knows where. Slouching to the floor, she held her stomach and cried. Sure people got scared to be parents but they did not run out on their pregnant wives while doing so? Thoughts ran wild in her head with Norm gone. Would she end up being a single mother? She knew that divorce was a thing but no one in the last two hundred years had one in the vaults. If someone was a single parent, it was because one parent had died.

Her sobs continued well into the night. Even when dinner time came, she ate alone; staring at the empty seat but a full plate where Norm would sit. She went on with her nightly routine as if nothing was wrong, as if half of her world was not missing. The bed felt too big now without her husband. As she lay in bed, she could not help but to let the tears come once again. She cried herself to sleep without even realizing it, and was only awoken by the morning bell. Her husband’s side was still together, even if she had taken his pillow to provide some comfort for herself.

She went about her breakfast routine, but was quickly sent to vomit when she smelled the eggs and bacon she had prepared. Coming out, nothing looked amiss, and she set about making toast. Toast would be safe to eat.

An executive decision was made for her, by her, to stay in for the day. She could afford a day off with the evening she had. A lot of her time was spent reading, or staring at the door. As much as she did not like him right now, she still loved her husband and wanted him by her side. The notification came through her pip-boy from the doctor about her ultrasound appointment today. It almost felt bittersweet. On one hand, she did not feel like inviting Norm to the appointment with how he was acting. But on the other hand,he was still her husband and the father of her child. He deserved the choice at least.

The forwarded message came across the gear that was on Norm’s arm, and he was shocked. After he ran away last night like a coward, he did not expect this from his wife. Norm saved the appointment onto his pip-boy for later use and scrubbed his hands over his face.

“You alright, son?” Hank asked of his boy, bringing over two mugs. The one with tea was set in front of the younger MacLean, while his dad drank his allotted amount of coffee.

“Just grappling my thoughts. She sent me a notification of a doctor’s appointment this evening, but I don’t even know if she really wants me there.” Norm admitted, fiddling with his hands underneath the table.

“If I remember one thing about your mother, is that during both of her pregnancies, her hormones made her a ball of emotions. You could say the grass was green and she would burst out crying.” Hank chuckled, and took another sip while his son just sat there.

“There was a time where she was so angry with me that I didn’t like the name that she picked for her top name for you, that I was kicked to the couch for two days.” This made Norm perk up.

“So what did you do? How did you fix things with her?” He asked, eager to hear the rest of the story.

“I went with her to your final ultrasound. Didn’t hold her hand or anything, but once we say you fully formed, she reached for my hand and said, ‘Norman, that’s what we’ll call him.’” His dad chuckled as he finished the story, and gained a sad look in his eyes.

“So what should I do?” Norm asked, finally taking a sip of his tea.

“If it were me, I’d go to the appointment. No matter how mad she is now, she’ll be worse if you miss that.” A timer dinged and as they looked for the source of the sound, they realized it was Norm’s pip-boy. Hs reminder for the appointment came up and he dashed out of the door without another word. Norm walked briskly to the doctor’s office, and tried not to run; no matter how much he wanted to.

By the time he got there, he saw her head dip into a room, that he somehow managed to catch. Norm saw her unzipping her vault suit, and rolling up her white shirt when he opened the door. He let out a breath that he did not realize he was holding and came over to help her.

“You came.” She stated, resting her hands on his face.

“I came.” He repeated, holding her body close to his in a crushing hug.

“I’m ready to be a dad.” Norm whispered, just loud enough for her to hear. It made her heart swell to hear those six little words come from his lips. The couple pulled away right as the doctor came in.

“Oh, hello Norm. Here to see the missus and the kiddo?” She spoke jovially, setting down her equipment to get started. Rubbing the cold gel on the mom-to-be’s belly, she held the wand against it to start looking inside. norm remained silent as he stared at the screen with a little black and white mage starting to emerge.

“There they are. That’s their leg, and arm. The beginnings of their head and organs and, oh wait. There’s their head. No, wait.” The doctor spent a minute looking intensely at the screen which freak the MacLean’s out just a little bit.

“Oh, okay. Not to worry.” She spoke finally.

“Why? What’s going on?” Mrs. Maclean was confused and concerned as she tried to sit up, only to be held down gently by her doctor.

“No, everything is okay. There are two heads. You’re having twins. Congratulations.” Once more, she held a happy tone as she went back to the screen. Yet again, Norm spoke without thinking it through.

“What did you say?”

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discount-shades · 1 year

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Contract Spouse Chapter 10

Chapter 10: The Divorce Papers

A/N: Just the epilogue to go!

Pairing: Jake Seresin/Reader (nicknamed Pip)

Warning: Angst,

Length: 2400 ish

Summary: Pip is massively hungover.

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The roiling in your stomach wakes you and you push off Jake’s arm and stumble to the bathroom before hunching over the toilet and emptying the contents of your stomach. Spitting, you flush and collapse to the floor and rest against the bathtub, unwilling to move with your stomach still so upset. You can feel the sweat beading your forehead, and you push your hair out of your face before wiping your mouth. Judging by how you feel you are likely still drunk.

This is why you rarely drank. If you ever had more than three drinks you would without fail be vomiting in the morning. You hear movement from the bed and groan, shame filling you at the reason you drank.

You had been so sure that Jake wanted to kiss you. You had initially been so proud of the fact you had taken the chance, never being one to make the first move. You had been elated when he kissed you back and heartbroken when he pulled away. Romance novels had led you astray. In real life just because a guy looks at your lips does not mean he wants you to kiss him.

When the light outside the bathroom flicks on you look up to see Jake in his boxers, staring blearily down at you from the doorway. You hide your face and kick the door shut on his face, unable to look at him. Despite just having woken up his reflexes are fast and he catches the edge before it closes.

You stare at his fingers curled around the edge of the door but he doesn’t open it. “Are you ok?” His voice is scratchy with sleep.

“Fucking peachy.” You grind out, hating the fact that he was checking on you and wishing he was still asleep.

“I’ll get you some water.”

“Don’t bother.” He either doesn't hear you or doesn’t listen. You watch his shadow leave the doorway, knowing it will be hours before you can drink water without throwing up, let alone eat anything. But Jake is a do-er, a protector. It’s why he married you. He would always go out of his way to help others.

You watch his hand enter the open doorway and awkwardly flail a bit before he is able to place the bottle on the counter. “Thanks,” you mutter trying to keep the resentment out of your voice.

“Can I come in?” You shake your head back and forth before the motion turns your stomach and you realize he can't see you.

“No.” At your answer you can hear him sigh in defeat.

“Can we talk about earlier?”

“No.”

“Ok.” You hear movement and you know without seeing that he is sitting on the floor outside the bathroom. You inch your way closer to the door and press it closed with your toe before grabbing a towel to use as a pillow and lying down on the floor. The tile feels good against your overheated skin.

– – –

Gentle knocking wakes you. “Pip? Honey? Checkout is in an hour.” You groan and try to force your stiff muscles into cooperation after hours on the cold, hard floor. You mumble a response before dragging yourself into the shower. After trading off with Jake and letting him into the bathroom you follow him into the lobby for check out, both of your bags slung over his shoulders.

You stand back observing him at the counter with a dead look on your face. Natasha wanders over. “How was your night?" she asks.

“Fine,” you try to give her a smile, but fail.

She pulls you into a hug and you return it, trying not to collapse into her arms. “You’re going to be ok,” she whispers. You know she is right. It will hurt like hell, but you will get over Jake.

“Do you want to get breakfast?” Jake asks as you climb into the passenger seat of his truck.

“I can’t eat anything, I just want to sleep.” You stare out the window, deliberately avoiding Jake’s gaze.

“We should talk—”

“No we shouldn't.” You cut in still deliberately staring out the window. “It was a stupid mistake. Let’s pretend it never happened.”

“But-–”

“No Jake, just drop it.” You can’t relive your humiliation. If he keeps talking, plugging your ears and humming loudly is a childish, but very real possibility. Thankfully he drops the conversation but you can feel his eyes every time he looks at you. When you get home you are out of the truck before it is even in park.

Jake meets you in the entrance way as you struggle with your shoes. “Are you sure you don’t want me to make you something to eat?”

You shake your head and walk into your bedroom, closing the door and flipping the lock. You strip, leaving a trail of clothes across the room before pulling on the shirt Jake had worn to sleep the last night he slept in your bed.

As much as you hate it, you have made up your mind. You pull the fabric up to your nose, taking comfort in the scent of Jake for what feels like the last time, and crawling into bed. You hug his pillow to your chest as you drift off to sleep.

It is late afternoon when you finally emerge from your room. You creep into the kitchen, listening and watching for Jake. When you find the room empty you make yourself a grilled cheese sandwich, adding extra cheese because you can and all the while downing glass after glass of water.

You are finishing your sandwich when Jake walks in the door carrying butter chicken from your favorite place. Your stomach growls despite the fact you just ate, and you dig in when he slides it across the table to you. The food keeps you from fleeing back to your room.

“It was a beautiful wedding.” Jake finally breaks the silence.

You hum in agreement, barely pausing in shoveling food into your mouth. The awkward silence returns and you focus on eating. When you are finally full you stand and put the leftovers in the fridge.

“We need to talk about the kiss Pip.”

“No we don’t, it was a mistake and I regret it.” You stand on either side of the island, staring at each other, and will power is the only thing that keeps you from breaking down. Jake isn’t as successful at keeping his emotions off of his face but his expression is changing too quickly to get a read on his feelings.

“You’re wearing my shirt.” Jake is the one to break the silence again and you can not tell by his tone what the meaning is behind the words.

“Yeah sorry,” you say in a rush, “I was half asleep this morning.” Panic grips you at what you know you have to do tomorrow, and knowing you have to make a clean break of it, you take off the shirt and toss it to Jake, avoiding his eyes and careful to keep your back to him as you flee the room. “Won’t happen again.” you say as you rush back to your bedroom, the air cool on your naked skin.

“Pip, that's not what I meant!” You hear Jake groan as you hurry to shut the door to your bedroom behind you.

– – –

He fucked everything up. At first, he wasn’t sure if your reluctance to talk was the result of the alcohol. Now he knew you regretted the kiss. The kiss that was the best thing that ever happened to him. His back was still stiff from where he had slept leaning against the bathroom door of the hotel room.

It’s too early for sleep and he can’t bring himself to go to bed alone so he sits on the couch, staring at your bedroom door until his lack of sleep catches up with him and he slumps sideways unconscious.

When he wakes the next morning he is covered in one of the throw blankets you keep on the back of the couch and he knows you are the one who covered him. He also knows you are not home. He can’t explain it, but the house just feels different when you are not in it. There is a stillness to everything. When he walks into the kitchen he sees the papers on the counter. A blue pen sitting neatly beside them.

Divorce papers.

His stomach drops and he runs to your room. Everything you own is still there. Nothing moved or packed. The twisted knot in his stomach relaxes slightly at this. He returns to the kitchen and sees the note you had left him. ‘I thought we could sign these and get it over with so they are ready to file in a few months.’

He looks at the papers. Your name is neatly signed on your lines and there are little red ‘sign here’ arrows everywhere his signature is required. Jake buries his head in his arms and cries. When the initial sharp pain recedes he looks at the document. No matter what he wanted he had to respect your wishes.

In all your years together he has never read a single paper you put in front of him to sign. But today, wanting to delay the inevitable he painstakingly reads every line over and over again. Wanting to drag it out. When he is done he picks up the blue pen and shakily adds his signatures.

When he signs the final line he just sits there hollow, staring at the papers in front of him. You would want to know it was done. He pulls out his phone to text you but that feels too impersonal. Instead he flips to the location tracking app, fiddling with it to get it working. You had both shared your locations with each other years ago and this was the first time he had ever used it.

You've driven to a secluded beach north of the city. He grabs his keys and the papers and gets in his truck. Heart heavy the whole time.

He finds you sitting on the beach, hugging your knees and staring at the horizon. He calls your name softly and when you glance at him and don’t run he approaches and sits down beside you.

“I never knew I would love the ocean so much.” It’s the first thing you have said to him that isn’t you trying to avoid a conversation. “It’s calming, I’m going to miss it.”

Jake’s plan to just hand over the papers and wish you luck goes out the window as he stares at your red rimmed eyes. The cheap wedding band he bought you is still on your finger and he watches you wiggle it back and forth, the sun catching on the small diamonds. “I don’t want to get divorced,” he blurts out.

“I don’t think we will get away with a second investigation.” Your sad smile breaks his heart. “I don’t think the money and benefits are worth it.”

“That’s not what I…” Jake takes a deep breath and runs his hands over his face. He stares at the papers in his lap and hands them over to you trying to keep the tremble out of his fingers. He watches you stare down at the pages, eyes sliding over his signature. You press your lips together and he thinks he sees tears in your eyes.

“I’m in love with you Pip.” He stares out at the water unable to look at you, but he has to tell you. You have to know. “You are everything to me and I didn't realize it until marriage counseling and I want you to stay, I want it to be real. I want the whole thing, white picket fence, the 2.3 kids, and the dog. I want to come home to you and tell you about my day and hear about yours, and cook together, and do dishes together. I want to kiss you goodnight and wake up with you in my arms. And it is so unfair to you but I have to tell you.”

“Jake,” your voice breaks as you say his name.

“No, I have to say this, let me finish,” Jake tries to clear his throat. “I’m not saying this to guilt you into anything. I’m going to be ok, I’ll keep going to therapy. You don’t owe me anything, you’ve done enough.” The tears are streaming down his face and when he looks at you he sees that you are crying too. “I can do the rest on my own. I just… I have to tell you that marrying you was the best thing I have ever done and I’ll always love you so much. You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me.”

At your muffled sob he pulls you into a sideways hug and you immediately wrap your arms around him and collapse into his side. “I would like to be your friend, if I could, that’s all I ask.” When you squeeze him tighter he feels the clenching in his heart loosen. As long as you were in his life in some way he would be ok.

You pull away and face him on your knees. “Why didn’t you kiss me back at the wedding if you love me?” Your eyes are searching his, and he can see the insecurity in them.

“I thought you were drunk,” he sighs, “and I didn’t want to take advantage of you, then Fanboy said you weren’t drinking.”

“I was sober when I kissed you.” Your soft voice is almost drowned out by the waves and he leans closer so he can hear you. “If you had known I was sober would that have changed things?”

Hope sparks in his chest. “It would have changed everything.”

– – –

He is staring at your lips again. His eyes that had moments ago been heartbroken and streaming tears had a light in them. A flicker of hope. You can feel your heart pounding in your chest. It had been beating that way since he started talking and said everything you wanted to hear.

You tentatively raise your hand and still the tremble in your fingers when you press it to his cheek. Jake’s eyes flutter closed as you gently rub your thumb against his cheekbone, swiping away the remnants of the tears. “What if I kissed you now?” You press your lips together trying to hide how scared you were despite everything you heard him say.

“Darlin’, only if you want everything I want.” His green eyes open and you can see the hope and uncertainty you feel reflected in them. A thousand possible outcomes of your and Jake’s relationship fade away and the future you both want solidifies as you lean forward to press your lips to his.

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falloutwithmegirlypop · 16 days

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Norm McLean x unenthusiastic reader

Fluff, nervous reader, no gender specified. Vault doesn’t open, Norm steals your private property (accidentally

Everyday was the same in the vault. Every morning, wake up, breakfast, exercise, study, chores, listen to weirdos spout about positivity all day, eat again, go to bed. It’s not even the people that really got on your nerves, they could be as happy as the want to be. It’s the fact that they wouldn’t stop talking about that made your blood boil. You even agreed with some of it, but did everyone really have to be so exhaustingly enthusiastic all. The. Time? No, and in a perfect world, you could live your boring life, mind your own Buisness, and be left alone. Truly, you simply didn’t see the reason for being so persistent about everything, we live in an underground vault in the apocalypse for gods sake.

You thought you would have to live your entire life surrounded by people you couldn’t stand. So, you never made an effort to meet people. It’s pretty easy to keep to yourself when you follow the exact same routine everyday. Just waiting out the day so you could have some time to yourself. Play on your Pip-Boy, read a book for the millionth time, maybe do some art or write in your diary. Which is why when some jerk in the hallways bumped into you on your way back home from your post, you were pretty miffed. The electricity overview papers you had in your hands, and the papers for your most recent job report, all ready to be dropped off in the overseers office were out of their neat pile, and now strewn across the floor. You REALLY did not have the energy for this.

As you turned your accusatory stare to the little punk who tripped you, you were surprised to see Norm, the overseers son. You had never talked to him, interacted with him, or even got a good look at him. You only knew who he was from the mandatory, positivity vault meetings. He was small, with a thin frame, prominent nose, nice hair and annoyingly pretty eyes- wait, what the hell were you thinking, you’d never even met the guy, surly he was just like his goody two shoes sister. But you were still staring, and he was starring back through tired, half lidded eyes. You saw that he had also lost some papers in the fall, now lying on the floor next to you.

You jump up and dust off you suit. You mumbled quickly

“sorry, excuse me”

Expecting nothing more than an annoying, long winded interaction, involving but a wide smile, cheery voice and obnoxious apology. Norm just stood up, dusted himself off as well, muttered a half hearted, brief apology, grabbed his papers, and walked in the other direction. You were shocked, you had never had a conversation so brief. Despite the bad terms, you were thankful not to be monaloged at for thirty minutes. You picked up your papers, reorginized them into a messy pile, dropped them off and headed back home.

You hardly slept that night, despite your great desire to do so. Your brief run in with Norm played over and over in your mind. Before you knew it, it was morning, and your moderately tolerable schedule had been thrown off completely, you got up, ate breakfast, showered, then exercised- then you went to answer your door, and- before you knew it, right in front of you, was Norm McLean. In your stunned silence, you were suddenly incredibly aware of your heavy purple eye bags, your ratty hair, and your unbrushed teeth, as well as that you had been staring at the man infront of you in complete silence for nearly fourty seconds. Norm was giving you a sceptial look. As your brain regained function, and your hands stopped fidgeting stupidly at your side, you saw a small set of papers in his hands. Before you could start to roil in the embarrassment of seemingly the only tolerable man in the vault seeing and reading your job reports, he spoke.

“You dropped these, picked them up on accident” Norm said flatly.

“Sorry, thanks for bringing them back I guess.” You yelped meekly, furiously trying to subdue the extremely non-characteristic butterflies in your stomach. In an attempt to deescalate your emotions, you began closing your door. That is, before he spoke up.

“Unenthusiastic performance in all areas, huh? Can’t say I haven’t been there. I think I’ve always been there, actually.” Norm spoke with great undetstanding, and if you thought about it, you could swear you heard gratitude in his voice.

“Yeah, no matter where they put me I always get the same report. Electricity isn’t as bad, less people bothering you.” Norm smiled at your reply, suddenly attentive to the conversation.

“Well, I thought there was nobody I could stand in this vault, guess I was wrong.” He gestured to the inside of your room, “mind if I come in?”

Suddenly, your world was on fire, everything collapsing around you. You nodded, probably too excitedly.

The two of you spent the entire rest of the day together, talking about annoying people in the vault, the McLean’s, your life, his. You played some video games together, and then read in a comfortable silence. For the first time in forever, you were enjoying the company of your peers. You completed your day together, both equally unenthusiastic. but, having each others company somehow made everything easier.

The next day, the two of you did the same thing, and then the next, and for the week, and a month, and before you knew it. You had spent a year together. Not before long did you admit to having feelings for one another. And after a couple years of dating, the two of you were set to be married. The two of you, alone in a vault of over 100. Unenthusiastic together.

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