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everydayyoulovemeless · 3 months

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Hello!

I always wondered honestly how FO4 faction leaders (and maybe some companions that also belong to sayd faction, like Danse) whould react finding out the Sole Survivor is with the Enclave? (Maybe via a tattoo they have or dogtag)

Im guessing most whould be very unhappy and instantly accuse them of being a spy.

I'm interested what you think, since for fo4 the only Enclave option you really have is the Enclave rising mod but companions don't comment on it of corse.

Fo4 Factions React To Sole Being With The Enclave

➼ Word Count » 1.7k ➼ Warnings » None ➼ Genre » Platonic/Romantic, Angst? ➼ A/N » This is such an interesting idea! Also, I hope you don’t mind but, I added a few more faction characters 🤭

Preston was horrified when he found out. There have been a few stories from settlers migrating from the Capital Wasteland, but he never imagined that you, of all people, would be with them. The entire idea of 'cleansing the land' is precisely what the Minutemen are trying to fight against. He feels as if you've just been using him this entire time for your own personal gain. Why else would you agree to be general if you didn't believe in their cause? Did you ever think they'd be able to make a change? Or were you just playing along for the fun of it? It's an understatement to say he's angry, though, more at himself than you. Out of everyone he could've stumbled upon to make into the Minutemen's new leader, you're who it was. And he was the one who supported you. Preston's won't be in the mood for compromising, he'll just turn you away. Similar to how he does when you side with the Nuka-World raiders. He's over it. He'll start over - find someone new, and you can go back and do whatever it is that you do. He's disgusted with himself for sticking with you for so long, but also because of how he can't bring himself to kill you. He just wishes you didn't try so hard to be friends with him. Then your betrayal wouldn't hurt him so badly.

Sturges noticed the Enclave marking early on but didn't know what it symbolized and never mentioned it. It wasn't until he overheard your argument with Preston that he decided to approach you about it. He stopped you while you were leaving Sanctuary and softly asked what happened between you and Preston. A part of him hoped he could mend your relationship with him, even if he knew it was far past that point. He cares for the both of you. The Minutemen were the best thing to ever happen to him, and he'd be damned if he let it break apart without trying to fix anything. That's what he's known for, isn't it? Fixing things? Even after he talks to you, he's still not sure what the Enclave is. All he knows is that he desperately wants both you and Preston to come to an agreement. He feels like a kid in the middle of a messy divorce and it stresses him out.

Any tough exterior that Elder Maxson puts up is immediately shattered when he sees that painfully familiar mark. He's seen firsthand what they've done to the world - what they're capable of, and he refuses to condone that behavior, especially when it comes to a supposed member of his cause. He'll stare you down with both a mix of fear and anger for stepping aboard the Prydwen. Who do you think you are? Surely, your joining the Brotherhood wasn't an accident, and he's not willing to wait and find out what your purpose for infiltrating them is. You're off the ship. No discussion necessary. He refuses to fight alongside anyone of your stature, and if he ever sees you again, he won't hesitate in ordering your death. The Commonwealth won't be a repeat of the Capital Wasteland. He'll make sure of it.

Danse doesn't have many memories of the Enclave, but if it evoked a reaction like that out of Elder Maxson, then he's sure you can't be anyone good. The decision on what should happen to you is out of his control, but whatever is decided, he'll stick with and enforce. His loyalty to the Brotherhood outweighs his relationship with you. Even if you were considerably close to him, he'd still be firm in his stance. You either need to leave for another state or be exterminated. Heartbroken as he might be, this isn't the first time he's had to do something he found hard for the betterment of the Brotherhood. He was close to Cutler, and look where he is. Danse doesn't sympathize with enemies, and you're no exception.

Haylen might not have been a scribe during the Brotherhood-Enclave War, but she still remembers those moments vividly. It was concerning as a civilian, and she can't even imagine what it felt like for those who were on duty. Despite the threat you could be to the Brotherhood, she feels conflicted about completely dismissing you. You've done a lot to support their cause and, to her, that means something, no matter if you've got an Enclave marking or not. Whatever Maxson decides is what he decides, but know that if you ever happened to be in the same area, she'd gladly bring you a bit of supplies.

Desdemona notices it, and would've turned you away when you first discovered the Railroad if it weren't for Deacon vouching for you. She's suspicious of you from day 1 and nothing ever changes about that. Even if you helped them out from start to finish she'd be suspicious. The Enclave is a massive and very dangerous organization that the Railroad does not support in any capacity. The fascism alone makes her feel critically toward you and you'll have spies observing your every move until she decides that she finally trusts you, which probably won't happen until you show you've fully quit working with them altogether.

Deacon’s aware of who you're affiliated with early on, but he hopes his shpeal about looking at what the organizations are doing rather than what they're telling you will change your mind. He really likes you and thinks that you'd be a great asset to the Railroad, especially since you've had military training at some point from being with the Enclave. Maybe it's idealistic of him, but he's really hoping that he can get you to change sides. He knows what it's like to have a past you're not proud of, and he genuinely believes he can get through to you and convince you to quit the Enclave at some point. Even if no one else in the Railroad agrees with him on that. There's just something about you that he's always been drawn to, and he doesn't want to give up on you so fast.

Tinker Tom's with Dez on this. He doesn't trust you either and would build you a gun just so he can track where you go. Every time you come near him, his eyes go wide with fear and his shoulders tense up. You don't know it, but he's got a pocket knife on him that he's itching to use the second you do something to fast. The only thing that'd make him feel a little better about having you around is if you agree to be injected with his battery acid. It'll make him calm down a little bit, but he still won't exactly like having you around so often. You're just not one of them. The Enclave and the Railroad both have complete opposite goals and it's hypocritical for you to argue you're loyal to both.

Glory might actually start firing on you if you even slightly raise you're voice at anyone in HQ. She's with everyone else in that she doesn't think you're someone who can be relied on and she does everything she can to get that across to you. In fact, if you do anything she deems suspicious or possibly traitorous, she'll attempt to assassinate you on your next outing. You're going to have to prove a lot to her, and many other Railroad members that you're not going to sell them out the second the opportunity arises. She's rude to you, sure, but you've got to understand that this is her family she's trying to protect, and you being there is a threat in it of itself.

Father doesn’t care as much as he probably should. He doesn’t see the Enclave, or any group for that matter, as a threat. At most, they’re just a nuisance that might slow down the Institute, but it’s something that’s easy to fix. He's a bit cocky in that way. Unless your relationship with the faction interferes with any of the Institute's plans, he won’t pay much mind to it. Just keep them in DC, won’t you? There's enough organizations to deal with in the Commonwealth as it is, no point in adding another.

X6-88 doesn't like it, and he's very vocal about wanting you to quit, but it's ultimately your decision. In his mind, the Institute is the only faction you should be focused on, especially if you're planning on being the leader, so quitting the Enclave would be in your best interest. He also has a cocky outlook concerning the Enclave and fully believes that, if anything were to occur, the Institute would be able to defuse it instantly. Despite his disagreement with who you're affiliated with, he'll still follow you. You're still his boss, and until you give him a reason to suspect that you're not as committed to the cause as you claim, it's none of his business who you decide to work with.

Dr Li is on edge the moment that you’re introduced. She can’t help but think back on everything the Enclave's done to the world - done to her. She does her best to hide her face from you, and whenever she has to talk to you, she's noticeably more nervous and tense. All she can think about is the assassination of James and the abduction of the Lone Wanderer. She's never trusted them and doesn't intend on doing it now. She's fully convinced that part of why you're here is to finish the job in exterminating her. She doesn't believe for a second that you'll do the Institute right and will leave to rejoin the Brotherhood if you happen to stay. It stresses her out that none of the other scientists seem to feel as concerned as she is with the thought of you being in the heart of their bunker. No amount of pleading will get anyone else to agree with her about being suspicious and that makes her incredibly fearful.

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fartexploder02 · 1 year

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Low video quality shitposting hours

Sorry this is so loud 💀

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coolboil · 5 months

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i think about them so much

#fallout 4 #fo4 #deacon fo4 #deacon fallout 4 #tinker tom #railroad

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nukacoola · 7 months

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Spoilers for the Railroad ending of Fallout 4

I just found out that Tinker Tom refuses to leave kid Shaun in the Institute when he begs to go home with you if you say no to him. ;~; It’s so good. If you say you’re definitely not gonna take him he says,

“Look I can’t stand by and not do something. I’ll make sure the kid gets somewhere safe, okay?” and “Don’t worry, we’ll look after him.”

I love Tommm I love the Railroaddddd

#fallout #fallout 4 #fo4 #the railroad fallout 4 #the railroad fallout #the railroad fo4 #tinker tom #shaun fallout 4 #Shaun fo4 #Shaun fallout #railroad ending fallout 4 #railroad fo4 #fo4 railroad #railroad ending fo4 #Youtube

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danses-with-dogmeat · 7 months

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Day 6 -- Tinker Tom

The (nsfw) details for Kinktober, Day 6 are just below the cut!

Minors, please don’t interact.

Frottage with Tinker Tom x M!Sole

Tinker Tom really was such a blast to write for, and his VA deserves ALL the love for his performance, he's just such a fun character!

I hope you all enjoy!

Here is the link to the Kinktober 2023 Event List so you can stay up-to-date, or re-visit these works as you please.

Also, just a TW for mentions of recreational drug use! (no actual drug use takes place in this story though)

Included: Frottage, rubbing, kissing, hickeys, nipple play, misunderstandings (but the good kind), enthusiastic consent, alleyway (almost) sex, semi-public.

Words: 4k

“Fixer, hey! You’re back, man! That’s great, that’s really, I mean, that’s just… well, yeah, it's great.”

The unsettling pittering of Sole's heartbeat gave a stuttering pause as his gaze caught on Tom's gangly form, but if the eccentric inventor noticed his anxiety, he gave no hints of it.

Suppose that's a good start... Just have to play it cool, easy going.

Simple enough.

“Hey!" Sole shouted in response, already spreading both arms wide in a welcoming motion. "C’mere Tom.”

“Aw, man, you know I’m not too mushy, not like Carrington, you know?” Tom chuckled a bit, giving an ‘aw shucks,’ sort of gesture with one hand as Sole continued walking towards him, perhaps more insistently than he consciously meant to.

“Nah, come on Tom,” Sole threw him his signature puppy eyes, his hands still extended outwards invitingly, “Come here, bring it in. I know you want to.”

“Alright, alright. Hey, no need to shout it out loud.” He whispered the last bit as he crashed into Sole’s chest, and the railroad agents both wrapped their arms around one another. “No need to get the whole Institute involved with this hug, eh? Ears everywhere, you know?”

“Right." Sole spoke into Tom’s shoulder, letting himself relax into the embrace as he thought fondly back to all of his friend’s conspiracy theories, they way he'd talked about them for hours at a time while Sole listened with nothing but a fond smile and a humoring shrug of his shoulders or nod of his head...

Their embrace lasted longer than Sole expected it to, what with Tom’s usual twitchiness; but his contact... it seemed to calm the squirrely man down in a way he didn't care to linger on for too long.

If he did, he surely wouldn't stop.

For Sole, well, it was just nice to see Tom at all. He’d made it a point lately, of returning to HQ less and less, after they had, well…

The inventor pulled away first, the caging contact proving to be too much for him now.

“You’re um… Yeah, you were right, Fixer, that was… well, nice. 'S nice to see ya back here. You been a real stranger here lately.”

“Yeah…” Sole rubbed a hand over the back of his neck, something between a smile and a cringe settling upon his face.

They hadn’t said more than a few words since that night they’d spent together, after a few drinks of Tom’s making, something that’d thrown them both into a... frenzy of sorts. Come to think of it, had it even had alcohol in it at all?

Didn’t matter either way, Sole supposed. It seemed both of them were intentionally disinclined to mention it. For… some reason.

Sole hadn’t said a word, that’s true, but… with the way Tom chooses to operate, how outgoing he is with his friends, outspoken too… Why did Sole have to be the one to bring it up? And after all, he was the one who made the drink in question, right? But even still, a few weeks have gone by, and now... still nothing. Was it meant to be just a one-time thing?

C-could it not be? Was that... possible?

Sole wasn’t sure how the Railroad operated it, but back in his army days, people had to be careful about relationships within the ranks, but if Tom were willing to try and make it work...

“So, have you been–”

“OH. Fix, my man, have I got something to show you. Come on, follow follow, let’s go.”

Tom's sudden hand-claps echoed around the brick walls of the hideout right alongside their hurried footsteps as he led Sole through the alleys within; but not… Not to his work area.

“Come with me, Fixer, and get yo’ fix, ha. That’s good, huh? Like a jingle, you know?”

“Y-yeah Tom, that one’s a keeper for sure.” Sole mumbled distractedly as he followed, now trekking further back into the alcoves than he remembered being, maybe ever. “Um, where are we going?”

“Almost there, oh, you’ll be excited man, this stuff’s even better than the last.”

Immediately, Sole felt the blood rush to his cheeks, and felt his skin grow clammy at the very same time. He gulped to keep from choking on his own spit, and honestly? Sole was just glad he didn’t trip and completely fall embarrassingly onto the uneven cobblestone below.

“T-the last? Tom…” Sole cleared his throat, hoping to flush out the frog stuck within it. “Tom, we never talked about–”

“And we’re here! Take a look, man, wa-hoo-ey, this is gonna be good, I can feel it. Not even tested this baby yet, this is gonna be the good stuff though, I guarantee it.”

All the inflections in his words were driving Sole crazy. He was, well, Tom was almost always manic, and Sole had never minded that, but… There was something that seemed to have him even more on edge than usual tonight.

You and me both then, I guess.

“What’s it gonna do?” Sole asked himself more than he asked Tom, who was busy pouring out his mysterious liquid invention into a couple of long, clear test tubes.

Maybe that means he’s measuring it properly this time?

Sole could only hope.

Or… Not. I could hope the opposite, instead…

He bit his lip as he watched Tom work, as vivid memories– well, foggy ones, but memories nonetheless– flooded over his vision.

Was it wrong of him? To want what he and Tom had before? Even if maybe it had been more of an accident than anything with actual romantic potential? Was it wrong to rush into it again, to not discuss it, even when it felt so good that first time? It felt so... right, then, that night they'd spent together, so... who was Sole to say it's wrong to want to repeat it?

“Here it is!" Tom interrupted Sole's avalanching thoughts, "Ready to be consumed and absorbed and totally, completely take over our–”

“Tom.”

Sole stopped him suddenly, both physically and vocally, grabbing at either of the tinkerer’s shoulders as the man's own hands still grasped onto the full test tubes.

“T-that’s me, what’s goin’ on, Fixer?”

Finally, it was as if Tom could see him. He wasn’t looking through Sole, wasn’t avoiding eye contact or scurrying around, he was still, and he was looking right at him. He was listening.

Now. I have to say something now.

With a slow blink of his eyes, a quick breath out to expel the lingering nerves, Sole’s gaze met with his again.

“Just hold on, okay? We need to talk about… About last– shit, I don’t even remember the day or anything, but, the last time we tried one of your experiments out like this… Everything that happened.”

He merely blinked at Sole for a second, the silence allowing the ex-vault dweller to hear his own rapid pulse.

“S-sure, Sole, yeah, we can talk about it. Just… I thought we were cool, you know?” Tom gave a little shrug, jostling Sole’s hands upon him, “Both of us made it through all right, no big side effects or nothin', and you seemed to have a damn good time, so I thought you’d wanna try something again, you know? Wasn’t too far a leap, in my humble opinion.”

Sole’s head shook in disbelief, and he felt his body follow suit, a shock running through it like a painful volt from an exposed wire.

“Do you… Tom, do you actually remember what happened? What that drink did to us? Made… ahem, us do?”

“Huh?” One of Tom’s brows quirked comically high on his forehead.

“Well, 'made us do' sounds kinda bad," Sole released his grip on his friend, stepping away as he rubbed over his face with one hand, "It might’ve happened anyway between us-- that night, even-- maybe, but the drink definitely–”

“Woah, woah, woah. Fix, you good? You seem like you… Like maybe I– Just, okay, you wanna be a little less vague about all this? So I know what the cheese you’re talking about?”

Sole blinked at him, and felt his shoulders slump.

Holy shit.

His heart raced, his mind was pandemonium, every thought whizzing around his head until they were crashing against each other, like so many crazed insects in a confusing frenzy.

Does Tom not remember... anything? At all?

“Oh Fix-er, yoo-hoo.” Tom waved one of the vials in front of his face, catching Sole’s distracted attention with the sight of the strange, vivid liquid within.

“Right, sorry, I just... I don't know how to put this, but you and I, Tom, we… Do you really not remember?” He sucked it up and voiced his worries, hoping to everything that he was wrong. If they’d been intimate, and Sole was the only one in his right mind, then…

What the hell have I done?

“Yeah, I remember.” Tom nodded so enthusiastically, it almost allowed the vault-dweller to hope, “I remember us sucking down that sweet, sweet mixture I made, and then you tipping back in a bedroll on the floor, rolling around and mumbling while you had the lucid daydream of a lifetime. Heh, took mine a bit to kick in, but then things went wild and crazy. I went on a whole ass adventure. You ever wonder how China’s doing right now? Feel like I could tell you and be right, that’s how real it felt. Shit I made was good, huh?”

“W-wh– lucid dream?”

Sole was at a loss, and by Tom’s expression, he knew it too.

“Yeah, man. Hallucinogenic. Hell of a strong one too, like I keep sayin’ to you, good shit.”

Sole couldn’t move, his limbs like lead as the truth weighed down on him.

“You look so hurt, man. Like somebody kicked your dog or somethin,’ you… Oh shyyyyiiiiiiit.”

The floor was all Sole could think to focus on, with the realization buzzing around his head.

So real…

He wasn't even listening, couldn't hear a word Tom said, until:

“Shit, did you dream– Like, you thought that we–?”

Sole closed his eyes as his mouth opened to answer, allowing the words to spill out before his overwhelmed mind could think to stop him.

“That you and me slept together… yeah.”

The vault-dweller's throat was audibly dry and tight, and his confusion at this whole situation never seemed to lessen, but at least he didn’t feel quite so guilty now.

A dream... a hallucination. Shit.

“Well... was it good?”

Sole's eyes opened, and his gaze snapped to meet Tom's.

“W-what?”

“Man, you heard me.”

That managed to pull the slightest of laughs from him then, despite the circumstances, and Sole was nodding before his voice could properly answer.

“Yeah, Tom. Yeah, it was good.” Sole got lost for a moment. The vividness of their closeness, the feeling of it all, the sensations, the smells, the touches, both light and heavily impassioned, it had a hold on him still, even after finding out it was nothing but a dream of sorts. “It was, yeah… really nice. Incredible.”

He whispered out the last bit, not even intending to say it aloud.

“And so… that’s something you’d be interested in?”

Tom was leaning against his little steel prep table, placing the still-full vials of liquid back into the test tube rack as Sole merely blinked.

He hadn't thought it possible to be even more confused in this situation, but... well, here he is. Yet another instance where Tinker Tom caught him off-guard.

“Well, would, um, you?” Sole’s voice shook a bit as he responded to the question with the same such inquiry.

“Yo, hey, no, that’s cheating. I asked you first, Fix.”

“W-well, yes.” He said, quickly. He had to say it quickly, before his mind could get wrapped up in the answer until it became so jumbled that it didn’t make sense.

“Hm.” Tom gave a little nod, his lip twitching as though he were stifling a grin. “Now that’s interesting…”

“What?”

“Just, didn’t have you pegged as being into a guy my type, that’s all. Thought maybe you and Deacon got along that way. But let’s face it, with him? I never know.”

They both chuckled lightly at that, and Sole felt some of the nerves dissipate at the easy action of simply talking this through. And maybe just a bit too, by the way Tom seemed more than a little excited at what he’d learned.

“Nope, me and sunglasses are just mates, that’s all...”

There was silence for a moment, as Sole trailed off. He played with his fingers, picking and fidgeting as Tom spaced out on something behind him.

Where to go from here? After that confession, after learning that it’d been a dream… my god. It was only a hallucination.

Sole, ironically, couldn’t wrap his head around that.

“So, it really was just a–”

“Do you think you’d ever–”

They both spoke at once, cutting each other off until the pair both dissolved into another bout of laughter on either side of the brick-walled alleyway.

“Okay, you go first.” Sole offered.

“Right, yeah. Yeah, so, just curious, you know… So, that’s really something you might want? For me and you to…”

A vaguely lewd gesture blossomed from Tom’s expressive hands just then, but Sole tried to ignore it.

I don’t want him to think it meant nothing. Don’t want that to be what he expects, or to think I... disrespected him in some way.

“Well, maybe not just go straight away to sex, l-like we did in the dream thing, with the drink that-- it doesn't matter. Anyway, what I really had in mind was, I don't know... A little date, maybe?”

“Ohh?” Tom raised his eyebrows playfully, and pushed off from where he was leaning against the table, walking towards him with a peculiar sway in his step. “And what, do you think we’d do on this little date? What with me not really being able to leave the safehouse and all.”

Right. Sole pursed his lips. Des’s orders. Something about being too valuable to be put at risk. That person-specific policy had felt so nice to hear for all those working out in the hazardous field.

Yet now... Sole found he didn't really mind it. If it kept Tom safe, well...

“I’m not sure… But this place isn’t bad.” Sole gestured upwards with his hands, mimicking the arch of the ceiling with his action. “Kinda secluded, romantic, you know? We could have a picnic or something, maybe? Or just a…”

Tom was leaning closer, looking up at him with eyes like molten chocolate, rich and dark, but with a shine to them that had Sole readily reciprocating his forward movement.

“... A chat. Like a long conversation, about our interests, what we like and…”

“Hey Fixer?” Tom’s voice sounded low, barely catching Sole’s transfixed attention. He was just… Like in his dream, Tinker Tom was so much more than the local conspiracy theorist or tech geek or handyman. He had this draw to him. He was so much more than even the Railroad took him for.

Sole couldn't have said exactly one thing that it was about him, but Tom had been so welcoming from the start, so kind and hilarious and exciting to be around, and more, he was selfless, good-hearted, and just a little bit crazy, but... That really had it's own kind of appeal, didn't it?

Not to mention those attributes that likely had Sole's mind so in-the-gutter when it came to the hallucinogenic; Tom's big eyes, the soft-looking, springy hair that was so often covered by that contraption on his head, and were those little dimples on his cheeks when he smiled?

“Fixerrrr. You in there?” Tom's voice was still low, but it managed to catch Sole's attention this time. Still though, he found he could only blink down at him.

“I’ve got, like, a super, mega important question for ya. But I need you to answer completely honestly. Think you got that?”

“Yeah.” Sole gave a nod, their faces so close it allowed their foreheads to brush together briefly. He very nearly made a joke in his light-headedness, something about telling the truth, about him not being Deacon, but Tom's next words swept any developing thought out from under his feet.

“Can I kiss you?”

Is this... Was that real? Did he really just ask that so readily, so easily?

Maybe I did take one of those tubes of Tom’s new mixture. What if I just don’t remember it, like last time? Maybe this too is an illusion.

So then…

Another part of Sole's consciousness chimed in.

What have you got to lose?

“I just, man, I wish you could see yourself," Tom continued in response to Sole's silence, "You just look so kissable right now, and me? Well, not to spill it all to you, but, I’ve liked you since you stepped through our shitty, feral-infested door. Always thought you were pretty cute, I won’t lie to you. Then, with the way you defended me against Carrington with my Institute food camera theory, after having just met me? Man, come on, that shit had me smiling for days.”

Finally, this stole Sole from his boggy thoughts. The realness of that memory, the fond feelings behind it, his own first impressions of the eccentric nerd he was stumbling his words over now...

“I think you’re cute too, Tom.” Sole managed to whisper out, unconsciously raising one hand to brush over his friend's stubbled jaw. “And, to answer your question, I’d love it if you kissed me.”

They wasted no time, then. And damn, did it move fast. Sole was almost positive this had to be another dream, with the way time shifted and stood still, with the way the kiss melded them together, like either side of a magnet being hauled into one another by unseeable forces, they collided, and Sole got lost in it.

Tom’s lips were deceptively soft, pillowy, as they set upon him, and Sole had enough enthusiasm for them both pouring into his actions, his hand sliding over Tom’s cheek while he tilted his head, deepening their kiss and parting his mouth to drag his tongue over the seam of Tom’s lip.

The tinkerer groaned into him, and Sole felt a heat begin to pile deep in his belly. Next Sole knew, new hands were upon him, fingers running from his torso up to his chest, where they settled just beneath his shoulders.

“Damn, man, you good at this.” Tom said to him as he pulled back with a delighted expression on his face. “Wanna keep going?”

“Well, seeing as we’ve already gotten to third base in my head, I’d say it couldn’t hurt.” He chuckled out, feeling himself blush all the same, even as he tried to make light of it-- for his own sake or Tom’s, he didn’t quite know.

Just been spending too much time with Deacon, probably. Always gotta lead or follow with a joke.

“Got to play a little catch up, huh? Sounds good to me.” Another smile lit up Tom’s charming features, and Sole couldn’t resist the call of him this time either.

The kiss was even more fervent now, as the force of Tom’s hands encouraged them both backwards, until Sole's back was flush to the cold wall behind him. It sent a chill through his body, but quickly, that same, familiar heat returned as Tom’s hands began to stroke over his chest in soothing, undulating motions. His fingers dragged over the sensitive points of his nipples through his thin, cotton T-shirt, and Sole found his own hands moving– to reciprocate, to pull Tom closer, to make him feel good, like he had in his dreams.

One hand held firmly to the small of Tom’s back, hauling his body almost onto Sole's own, and stroking over the rear hem of his jeans eagerly. The other hand held its ground upon Tom’s face, mesmerized by the texture of his stubble, by the heat of his cheek, by the way he leaned his head further into the touch.

A moan fell from Sole’s throat at Tom’s continuing movement over him, the way the pads of his thumbs paid direct mind to each of his nipples, rubbing there until the agent was thrusting his chest forward to meet the sensation with even more delicious force.

Didn’t even know I was into this…

But leave it to Tinker Tom to think outside the box I would’ve fitted myself into.

Soon enough, Sole’s breath was leaving him in huffs, and the pair were having to pull back from one another just to drag air into their lungs, and in one of those moments, as Sole’s gaze darted to the floor for some unknown reason, he quickly found out why. His jeans-- and Tom’s-- wore matching bulges below their belts. Their movements, the heated kisses and fervent touches, the connection between them proving, apparently, to be too much for either of their bodies to handle in a respectful sort of way.

“We, ah, don’t gotta do more if you’re not into it, Fixer. I-I mean, if you’re not feelin’ it, or not ready, or just plain ole- wanna stop, you just say the word–”

“I don’t wanna stop.”

It was the firmest thing Sole had said all evening, the most certain he’d sounded since returning to HQ.

With both hands, Sole reached out, cupping the meat of Tom’s ass confidently and hauling him forward until their bodies were flush together, damn-near cemented like the brick walls they were surrounded by on all sides.

“Ohh, o-k, eager beaver. You really don’t wanna stop, huh?”

Sole shook his head, already moving to mouth at his partner’s neck as he held them tightly together with firm hands. Tom’s grasp moved to his shoulders, then, stroking over those too, the action both soothing and ardent all at once.

“You-- ah, geeze and fuck, my friend, you got strong hands.”

Tom was interrupted by his own reaction, and that fact had Sole smiling against him as his hands squeezed over Tom’s ass cheeks, as he ground his hips up and against him, and felt Tom’s own erection press into his lower stomach.

“What I was gonna say…”

Heat pulsed through him at the sound of Tom’s breathlessness, and Sole found himself encouraging him on with a growl; hungry for more sounds he could pull from his partner, more shaky breaths.

“You, ah, you good to go all the way tonight?”

That caused Sole to pull reluctantly away from where he’d been laying lovebites across Tom’s collarbone.

“Y-you want– Well… You just…”

“You can say no, babe.”

One of Tom’s roughened hands stroked over Sole’s flushed cheek reassuringly.

“I just..." He started, before the truth of it left him in hushed tones. "I wanna make it clear that, well, you mean more to me than just a one-night thing, Tom.”

His partner smiled at that, and you could feel his smile invade his whole body, at the way his hand gripped harder over one shoulder.

“You too, Fix.”

Tom leaned in for a quick kiss to Sole’s lips, and that nearly set the ex-vault dweller off into a frenzy again, but he managed to hold himself back, needing them to finish this discussion before allowing himself to move forward.

“And it won’t be. It’ll be like a… a multi-night thing, maybe. We could go and do some of those dates you were talking about, do some snuggling, work on fixing shit together, all of it, the whole deathclaw’s hand.”

“That sounds nice, Tom… Really nice.”

“Perfect, so that’s a…?”

“Oh, it’s a yes.”

“Perfect, ah, just perfect. You know… we goin’ the whole way, well, we gon’ need some supplies. And have I got just the right mixture. Slippery-est lube I’ve ever come across. And I should know. I made it, so I had to sample a lot--”

“Okay, yes, I understand, Tom. Just... so long as there’s no battery acid.” Sole quipped as his heart began to race, as anticipation bubbled from his belly up and through the fingertips that were still resting upon his partner's skin.

“Nope.” Tom answered without hesitation, almost as if it’s what he'd been expecting Sole to ask. “And no hallucinogens. Though, if I can make an assumption here, you seemed not to mind those all that much.”

#fallout #fallout 4 #fallout companions #fallout 4 companions #fallout 4 npcs #fallout npc #fo4 #tinker tom #tinker tom fo4 #fallout tinker tom #tinker tom x sole #m!sole #dwd.nsfw #kinktober #kinktober 2023

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maccreadysbaby · 1 year

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You so much seize Deacon, I would love to see the taken of the old HQ, how he react and survive

Maybe realized even if he intend not to leek with others, he may worry for tinker tom and glory and try hard to save them (but never admit he put himself in danger for their lifesake)

And maybe a though for old Whisper (Silver/Nora take the nickname of Whisper then when deacon give her the Deliverer, it's seem to mean much)

Hope to have exprim adequately, I'm continue to trying improv my english

The Big Leagues™︎

part five : deacon (continued)

>> the big leagues™︎ is a series of origin stories that express my takes on the pasts of the companions. there is no sole survivor included in these. please do not regard these as canon, and no characters belong to me, all belong to bethesda and the writers of fallout four

!TW! mentions of blood & gore / death

Deacon had to admit, he was good at knowing things. His gut never seemed to fail him — he knew when someone was lying, he knew when things were about to turn south, he could just sense it somewhere deep inside of him.

But, that day, that horrid, dreaded day, he didn’t have a clue. And that made it all the worse.

The Switchboard had fallen straight into the hands of dozens… no, hundreds of gen-ones from the Institute. How they’d learned their location, nobody had a clue. But all that was on Deacon’s mind now was to just freaking survive.

The synths were pouring in from every entrance, pinning Deacon and the rest of the railroad in the center of the building. They’d flipped some tables to make some sort of shield against the laser guns, but it didn’t do much when they were shooting from every angle.

They’d already lost agents. Everyone in the tunnels would’ve had to have been dead in order for the synths to get that far. Beatrice, Ms. Boom, Francis, Maven, Roger, Kelly, Mr. Mathers and Nicholas — they were all on patrol in the tunnels that day, and the Institute had forced past them.

Deacon tried to shove the thoughts of them away as synths poured into the main room of the building. Desdemona was crouching next to him, behind the same metal table. It wasn’t but a few moments ago she’d tasked Tommy Whispers and Tinker Tom with wiping the terminal systems of the Railroad’s sensitive information. They’d taken off up the stairs like men on a mission, but Deacon wasn’t sure how far they’d get.

He kept his body as close to the table as he could while shooting, albeit pretty blindly, at the synths past it. Desdemona was still barking out orders he wasn’t paying any attention to. Deacon glanced around, spying Glory and Drummer Boy behind a table adjacent to theirs. A few more agents — Raven, Jonas, Penelope — were holed up behind furniture, but for the most part, the only company they had were bodies. So many bodies. The room was full of them. There had to be three times as many Railroad bodies as there were synth bodies, and the synths seemed to be an endless army. One synth went down, three showed up in its place, like an ancient Greek monster. Deacon was starting to think, maybe he was afraid of monsters.

“-Deacon!”

He whipped around toward Desdemona, who was staring at him with wide eyes. His panicked heartbeat was thudding in his ears and his adrenaline was through the roof. “Go support Tinker Tom and Whispers, now! We can hold them off here!”

He knew better than to question her. But, glancing around the room at the handful of terrified agents left, he wasn’t so sure if they could actually hold them off or not.

Without replying, he took down a few more synths. They were just metal, and wiring, and they took at least five bullets each to actually kill. And he was already running low. She wants him to what, now? He couldn’t focus.

“Deacon, go!”

He kicked himself into gear and sucked in a deep breath, sprinting from behind one cover to another. Blue lasers followed him the whole way, burning small holes in the concrete floor and leaving little puffs of smoke in their wake.

His mind was swimming, not only with the terrifying circumstances, but all the anxious thoughts that were clawing themselves up his throat. How many were dead? Would he even survive? God, this was the end of the Railroad, wasn’t it?

He scanned the synths. There weren’t any paying close attention to the stairs, but that would change as soon as he made a move for them. How was he supposed to get up a staircase without getting shot? Zigzag? Book it? Creep and hope they don’t notice? Every idea sounded bad. Probably because they were.

Pick your poison, he guessed.

Running would be fine.

There were currently six synths in the room — two on Des, two on Glory and Drummer boy, and two on the others. None on him, not anymore. The staircase on the right was darker, so he chose that one. And after a mental count of three, he sprinted.

Lasers started spraying past him as soon as he moved. He stuck close to the wall and darted up the stairs as fast as he could. But it wasn’t fast enough. A familiar searing pain shot through his left shoulder right as he made it to the top of the stairs, the power from the laser radiating through his entire body like he was being electrocuted. Everything went numb, and his legs gave out, sending him straight into the floor. His ears were ringing and his entire body was practically vibrating. He could’ve swore someone shouted his name but, then again, he couldn’t really hear.

But the lasers were still spraying. He didn’t have time to be hurt.

So he pulled himself up, numbly, and crawled through the doorway without his gun. Where was his gun? He looked back behind him and saw his pistol laying on the second step to the top. Lasers were still flying up the stairs and burning the wall behind. There was absolutely no way for him to get it back.

He stayed ducked below the windows as he closed the doors on either side of the room, barricading them with whatever he could, which wasn’t much. His shoulder felt like someone had ripped his entire arm right off, but he couldn’t act like it. He had to continue on like he wasn’t hurt, because if he slowed down, it would be harder for him to speed up again.

The sad barricade definitely wouldn’t keep the synths out if they decided to chase him, but he was out of furniture. He tried not to pay attention to the bodies that lay in the room with him, but quickly failed when one caught his eye. It was Nadine, a courier. And she had a shotgun on her.

Deacon’s head spun slightly as he pulled the sling from around her unresponsive corpse, searching her clothing for shells. He found, maybe ten, shoving them in his own pockets. She was staring up at him with a blank face and dead eyes. A blank face and dead eyes that had once been bright and full of life, sauntering into HQ with stories to tell. And now she was dead.

He suddenly felt nauseous, and he had to force whatever bile was rushing up his throat back down as he loaded the shells into the shotgun with horribly shaky hands. Every time he moved a single finger on his left hand, a terrible pain shot through his entire arm. Something inside of his shoulder was screwed.

After fumbling with the shells for a few seconds too long, and shoving his nausea away until it faded, he advanced through the double doors and into the quaint little hallways of the Switchboard. There were halls everywhere, several different directions for synths to come from. It was empty, for now, but he was at the mercy of whatever decided to pop out of the other hallways. And that made him anxious.

Get it together, Deacon, He told himself. He stepped quietly down the hallway, shotgun raised and finger hot on the trigger. There were sounds coming from the end of the hall — where he needed to go — but nothing close to him. But that didn’t mean there weren’t synths close to him. His heartbeat grew increasingly loud in his head as he inched forward, eyes bouncing from one direction to the next and repeating.

He took a left, coming across a few synth bodies. The noises got louder. He could roughly make out voices — Tom and Whispers. He sped up slightly, turning to the left and-

BAM!

Oh God, he was a goner.

Wait, no… he was the one who pulled the trigger.

The head of the synth in front of him flew off backwards, and the entire rusty machine clattered on the floor like a rag doll. He glanced down at the shotgun, cocking it again despite the pain in his left arm. Thank God his body was moving faster than his head. He forced himself to move forward, toward the double doors that led into the terminal room. They were open, and he hardly had two seconds before a pair of synths came running out when he got near, shooting wildly. He cringed as he pulled the trigger twice, recoil absolutely beating him up as he sent buckshot flying into their direction. Mercifully, both of them fell on the immediate.

He hated shotguns.

He stepped over the downed machines, peering into the room. The desks and terminals were all in place, displayed neatly around the room. Only a couple in front of him were glowing. He wasn’t paying attention to that, though — he was looking for Tom and Tommy Whispers’ bodies. He crept forward, biting at the inside of his cheek as the fear of seeing their lifeless forms sprawled across the floor ripped through him like a tidal wave. But the floor was devoid of the dead besides the synths he’d just shot.

Great, so where were they?

He carefully inched out of the room, cocking the shotgun again. His left arm was in so much pain that it was going numb. He’d have to assess the damage later — laser was always a little worse, a nasty burn and a gaping hole, but that or the blood turning his entire left sleeve red wasn’t his focus. Was he even focused? He couldn’t focus enough to decide.

Suddenly, a slam of metal on metal made him flinch. It was loud. It had echoed from down the hallway, toward where the bank vault was. Immediately after the bang, a dozen, if not more laser shots rang out in the air.

What was he doing again? Oh yeah, finding Tom and Tommy. Everything inside him told him to flee, but instead, his feet pushed forward, toward the doorway of the safe room. The door was standing wide open. It had gone silent apart from quiet mechanical whirring and infrequent synthetic voices coming from inside.

He pressed himself against the wall beside the door with a sharp breath. What good was he for Tom and Whispers if he couldn’t get in and help them?

The synths heard him.

And they all came barreling through the doorway he was standing right beside. Like clockwork, one, two, three, in just a matter of seconds, one with a shock baton and two with guns. Deacon’s brain went fuzzy as he blindly pulled the shotgun’s trigger thrice, not even moving from his position — dropping one synth and after a moment, a second. The synth with the baton was still standing, and it was swinging at him.

He panicked, throwing himself across the hallway like some kind of terrified cat. The synth missed the swing aimed at his head, and he cocked the shotgun, bringing it up and pulling the trigger, not just once, but for all five of his remaining rounds. The robot fell back against the wall and slid down into a heap on the floor, whirring fading into silence.

That’s what made him nervous — the silence. Tinker Tom was never silent.

He quietly stepped into the safe room, glancing around warily. There were a few synth bodies, but everything else seemed in place. Well, everything but the safe door, which was pulled shut, but the bright green words on the terminal showed it was unlocked. He stepped closer and — what was that noise? Was it coming from inside the safe?

He stepped forward again, cocking his empty shotgun… for what? Intimidation? Habit? He didn’t know. What he did know was that, through the safe door, he heard someone crying.

“Tom? Whispers?” His voice came out sort of hoarse, but it was enough to grab the inhabitants attention.

“…Deacon?” Tinker Tom’s voice came from inside.

“Yeah, it’s me,” He replied. He stepped back and grabbed the lip of the door, pulling it open and glancing in.

The first thing he took in were the shelves that seemed to be intact and still holding their important items. The second thing he took in, though, was Tinker Tom, on his knees, blood absolutely covering his clothes and drenching his hands like he’d dipped them in a bucket of crimson paint. Tom was staring up at him with wide eyes, tears streaming down his face faster than the Niagara Falls. And the third thing Deacon saw—

Oh God… oh God…

Deacon dropped his shotgun.

Tommy Whispers lay in front of Tom, red pooling beneath him in a puddle. He’d gone eerily still, eyes staring up at the ceiling. He wasn’t blinking, wasn’t grimacing, wasn’t breathing.

Wasn’t… wasn’t breathing.

Deacon, although he felt like he was going to scream, vomit, faint, and fall over all at once, stayed completely glued to his spot. He got so dizzy and nauseous he was sure he was swaying. Tommy Whispers was dead? He couldn’t be dead. Deacon had known Tommy Whispers for as long as he’d been in the Railroad, he couldn’t possibly be dead. But the sight in front of him told a different story.

“I’m-I’m-I’m sorry, I-I really tried to save h-him, I really t-tried… really tried to save him…” Tom’s words came out more as a desperate stutter than anything else, hardly able to push a full word out. He looked back down at the body, blood-soaked hands hovering above the corpse searching for something to do, someway to help.

Deacon swallowed down bile for the second time, blinking back burning behind his sunglasses as he mentally kicked himself back into gear. He was afraid he would puke if he opened his mouth to speak, so he just leaned down, gently grabbing onto Tom’s wrists. God, he was so bloody.

Tom’s eyes stayed fixed on the body as Deacon tried his best to keep his eyes fixed on him. Was Tom hurt? Was he bleeding? A quick once over told Deacon no, but he wasn’t exactly in peak examination mode right then. He guided Tom out of the floor by his wrists.

“I’m-I’m-I’m sorry,” He repeated, clearly in a worse state of mind than Deacon expected. He led him numbly away from the safe, pushing the heavy door closed the best he could with his leg. He released Tom’s wrists, but he just kept mumbling: “I’m sorry, Deacon, I’m so sorry, I’m-“

Tom was standing- no, Tom was grabbing him. He had the front of Deacon’s white t-shirt balled in his bloody hands, blubbering like a child, not making an effort to conceal or wipe away the tears that were all over his face. Deacon flinched when Tom jerked him forward and… what was he doing? Wait, he was hugging him.

Wait, he was hugging him?

Tom had latched his arms tight around Deacon’s neck. God, he was covered in blood, and now Deacon was covered in blood. Tommy Whisper’s blood.

He could feel Tom trembling, or was that him? Actually, they were both trembling, he thought. Tommy Whispers was dead and they were covered in the blood. Tom had a death grip around Deacon’s neck and was weeping like a widow at a wake. What was going on? Why was he asking himself that? He knew what was going on. Deacon’s head was spinning, and he was glad Tom’s grip was so tight or he might’ve fallen over on the spot.

He found himself blinking back tears again. It wasn’t often he willingly thought about his past, but Tom, the first Railroad Agent he ever met was a crying, bloody mess. The same way Deacon was a crying, bloody mess when Tom first met him. And just like Tom was the first Railroad Agent Deacon saw, would he also be the last? Deacon forced himself not to think about it and, instead, brought his arms up to gently peel Tom away.

“We need to go,” He whispered. Why was he whispering? Was it because Tom was a mess, or was it because he was afraid he’d break if he spoke any louder than that?

Deacon and Tom gathered whatever remnants they had left of their bearings, starting toward the door in a dazed, weaponless frenzy. As soon as they crossed the threshold into the hallway, he slammed into someone, and glancing up, he caught Desdemona’s eye. She looked horrified. Walking behind her was Carrington, supporting a half-dead Drummer Boy against his side, and Glory was behind them with her minigun.

“Deacon- we’re leaving,” Desdemona ordered simply. The group didn’t even stop walking, and Deacon and Tom cut in right behind Des. They were heading toward the front entrance, through the old Slocum’s Joe. That probably wasn’t the best idea, but he didn’t have any will inside of him to mention it.

“What-what about the others?” Tom questioned. Des sucked in a breath from in front of them.

“There aren’t any others, Tom,”

Deacon would’ve froze if his legs hadn’t already been moving by themselves. That was it?

They were it?

Of course, they had agents across the Commonwealth, but the bulk were in HQ. And the bulk were dead. And Deacon was suddenly reminded that he was covered in Tommy Whispers’ blood.

With those few thoughts bouncing around in his head, the small group made it up and out of the Slocum’s Joe. There wasn’t much resistance. Or… maybe there was. He didn’t remember. The whole thing was fuzzy and he didn’t really know what was happening until they stepped out into the harsh commonwealth sunlight, and there were, finally, no more synths. It was just them and the sunlight.

The group walked only a little ways away before they stopped in a lightly wooded area. Carrington sat Drummer Boy down on the grass to tend to him the best he could. Tinker Tom was still crying, and slid down against the bark of an old tree to continue. Glory patrolled like her life depended on it, never batting an eye at her comrades. Desdemona propped herself against a tree across from Tom. Everyone was silent apart from Drummer Boy’s groans and Tom’s repetitive hiccups.

Deacon glanced down at his shirt as his mind cleared, and the weight came crashing back on. The HQ was gone, Tommy Whispers was dead, along with ninety percent of everyone he knew, and he was covered in blood that wasn’t his own.

He was sure he made some kind of sound when all the realization crashed back onto him, because Des and Glory looked at him weird. He hadn’t heard it.

He needed to get out of there.

He turned on his heel and walked. Disappeared deeper into the wooded area, far from his comrades so they couldn’t hear or see him anymore. He was shaking now, like an earthquake, and one last glance at the blood on his shirt made him — finally — get payed a second visit by everything he’d eaten recently. What was he supposed to do?

Barbara was gone, and now the Railroad, too.

#deacon fo4 #fallout deacon #deacon fallout 4 #fo4 deacon #fallout 4 companions #fo4 companions #railroad #tinker tom #drummer boy #desdemona #doctor carrington #carrington fo4 #glory #glory fo4 #mb; big leagues

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arthurmorganmcgill · 9 months

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I fucking love Tinker Tom so much dude even if I didn’t agree with the Railroad’s values I think I’d join anyway just bc of how charming and funny he is

#fallout 4 #tinker tom

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twinkliker3000 · 1 year

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fo4 characters as buzzfeed unsolved quotes (part 2)

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X6-88, after having to spend more than 5 minutes with Deacon: I'm going to make a little Deacon doll, and then throw it into the ocean and watch it drown. Deacon: Wait, what? Hang on wh- X6-88: -And then I'm going to smile as it's sinking.

Nick, being interviewed about being the commonwealth's only detective: Stop it! Piper, writing it down: You're really hitting at their heart right now. Nick: Stop it.. Piper: Keep going, keep going, maybe you'll make a difference. Nick: Stop... Serial killing.

Shaun, doing the floss: Danse, serious, watching with genuine intrigue: Can you slow it down? I don't know what you're doing. Shaun: [Demonstrating] A little over here. Back. In. Danse, copying him with a fully straight face: Wait, what did you do with your- Shaun: They're back over here. Shaun, seeing Danse still somehow doing it wrong: Yeah :).

Sole, walking through a scary ass place: When you see these places you think, 'oh, so this is where I'm gonna lose it' Hancock, high out of his mind, confused: ...Your virginity? Sole: Sole: Sure... My virginity.

Deacon: [beatboxing] Tinker Tom: My name is Tinker Tom and I'm here to say we're the baddest ghost hunters in the USA, hunting Demons and- [Random noise] Tinker Tom: What?! Deacon: [still beatboxing] Tinker Tom: Wait hold on, we- Deacon: [still beatboxing] Tinker Tom: We actually got a response- Deacon: [still beatboxing] Tinker Tom: Deacon: [still beatboxing] Tinker Tom: Tinker Tom: STOP BEATBOXING! Deacon: What? Oh, sorry.

#fallout #fallout 4 #fallout quotes #fallout 4 quotes #fallout incorrect quotes #fallout 4 incorrect quotes #x6 88 #x6-88 #fallout deacon #deacon #nick valentine #piper wright #synth shaun #danse fallout 4 #paladin danse #john hancock #tinker tom

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stoat-party · 29 days

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Fallout + Text Posts pt. 4: Minor Character Edition

Pt. 3 Pt. 5

#ok this is kind of a dump post the next one will be funnier #i’m just getting hyped for the show okay!!#fallout #fallout 4 #fo4 #fallout new vegas #new vegas #fnv #fallout 3 #fo3 #the antagonizer #tinker tom #z1-14 #the railroad fallout 4 #the forecaster

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bellonathedragonborn · 9 months

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Imagine being a BOS soldier and you see a Railroad agent wearing red, white, and blue power armor.

Finished the Railroad side a few days ago.

#the railroad #fallout #fallout 4 #fallout OC Heidi May #power armor #brotherhood of steel #liam binet #fallout deacon #deacon fallout 4 #deacon fallout #Piper fallout #Piper wright #tinker Tom #rockets red glare

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everydayyoulovemeless · 9 months

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How The Fo4 Companions (+Maxson and Tinker Tom) Are With Synth!Shaun

➼ Word Count » 0.9k ➼ Warnings » None

MacCready's really good with him! You can always find him outside showing him little tricks on how to stay hidden or just simply playing tag. He's great with kids in general and Shaun is going to love when he comes over, especially since he's fairly laid back and childish himself when it comes to most things.

Nick likes to sit out on the porch and listen to Shaun ramble on about his day. He thinks he's really intelligent for the age he appears to be and doesn't mind answering any questions the kid might have, especially if they're about the Commonwealth or his job.

Cait's kinda scared of Shaun. She's worried that parts of her personality will rub off on the kid and refuses to go near him. If you asked her to babysit she would, she'd just be distant and would only really give him one-worded responses.

Danse treats him like he's in the Boy Scouts. He'll take him camping and show him how to tie knots and start fires and all that. He's usually not sure what to say to him so he's glad Shaun has the child-like charm and curiosity that makes it easier to talk to.

Preston's the kind of guy who'd play dead if a kid pretended to shoot him. He loves playing silly little games with him. One of his favorite things to do is to pick him up and pretend to drop him. He'd also 100% play cops and robbers with him, or as they like to call it, Minutemen and raiders.

Codsworth still feels upset about what happened with the original, but it doesn't stop him from treating Shaun any differently than he would've before. He's constantly there to dote on him and make sure he follows some form of sanitation. He also gives him small chores to do around whatever settlement he's in to help keep him from being bored.

Piper likes to take him and Nat to go explore the Commonwealth. She never takes them anywhere dangerous, they mostly just walk around Diamond City or Concord after it's been cleared out. Piper really doesn't like sitting in one place and thinks that it's a lot more fun to go snooping around the surrounding areas. She even teaches him how to direct the conversation in a way that gives you the information you want.

Curie's better with babies and hasn't spoken to a ton of kids in her life so she'll probably ask him more questions than he will to her. She'll teach him ethical ways to study and investigate things if he ever wanted to, and she's very careful about him not getting hurt. She and Codsworth are especially good caretakers when they're watching him together.

Please don't leave Shaun with Strong. He'll just insult him for being small and weak and encourage him to eat human flesh. There's nothing that could go right with this. And PLEASE don't tell Strong that he's a synth, if he hears he's a robot, he might attack him.

You're gonna have to keep an eye on Hancock cause he doesn't interact with kids very often. He'll ask if he wants to try some of the chems he's got on him to see which ones are his favorite or teach him all the best places to stab someone. The one thing you can trust with them being together is that Hancock won't let any harm come his way.

Deacon loves Shaun. He's the type of guy who still does the 'got your nose' thing. He'll hang him upside down, tell him bad jokes, and would steal one of those funny Minutemen hats for him. He even helps him build a fort in your living room.

X6-88 isn't too sure how to feel about being around the younger clone of his former boss. He's taken care of this same kid before, but he felt it was different because he knew that he was only meant to be a part of an experiment of sorts, not to be genuinely raised. He'll still do what you ask and look after Shaun, and he'll try his hardest to get along with him, however, he'll still come off as closed off and cold.

Dogmeat usually just follows him around and defends him from any mole rats that might pop up randomly from the ground. They're hardly ever apart from one another.

Old Longfellow is actually really good with him. It's like the kid he never got to raise and he's genuinely so happy that you asked him to watch him. He'll take him hunting and fishing, play darts with him in the bar, and makes sure that he doesn't touch any alcohol while he's there. (well maybe a sip but he won't tell you that)

Gage isn't sure what you expect him to do so he just sits up in the Fizztop Grille with him and lets him run around semi-unsupervised. He does try to keep him away from all the other raiders, and will maybe take him out on some of the rides, but other than that, he won't do much.

It's best to try and avoid the whole, 'my-kid-is-a-synth' thing because Maxson will want him killed if he finds out. Other than that though, he'll show him around the Prydwen and let him fly around in a Vertibird for a little bit before grouping him in with the other squires while he gets back to work waiting for you to come pick him up again.

He and Tinker Tom are always playing hide and seek, although, it's more like them hiding under a counter to avoid a possible alien invasion because Tom had told him some crazy story of his and it ended up going haywire and they're both now panicking behind furniture.

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amazinglyegg · 2 years

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any general headcanons for carrington ?

he is . my favorite fictional man rn . hope you don't mind me taking advantage of the fact that you like him as well and your asks always being open BKDCJSXBSN

Dude I LOVE seeing you in my asks dw!!! I haven't thought about my blorbo Carrington in so long I'm going to have fun with this <3<3<3

Doctor Carrington Headcanons!

Okay let's get this out of the way: he's not just an asshole for the sake of being an asshole!

The dude's so damn stressed all the time! Especially after what happened at Switchboard, he feels responsible because he's the second in command

That's one of the reasons Des trusts him so much. He's not good at lying or recon work but he is good at self-dicipline, planning, and being the only mature one.

Although I feel like he's always been a bit moody, even before all that

Given that everyone other than Des and PAM are basically children with guns (looking at you especially, Deacon) he ends up feeling like a parent to most of the other agents

And he really hates feeling like a parent

This is a bit out there so bear with me, but at some point before he joined the Railroad he managed to help a child. Maybe one who survived an Institute raid on a settlement? They were the only survivor and he took them under his wing.

Despite his best efforts the child died from a preventable cause, like an infection

It really hit him hard and despite his trauma around helping vulnerable people (especially children) he became a doctor so others wouldn't have to suffer like the kid did

Then the Railroad contacted him and you know the rest

He prefers working in the Railroad over anywhere else, though. He's very introverted and appreciates the familiar faces and quiet work environment, plus most agents tend to respect him purely because he's been working there for ten or more years

He has dyslexia. Don't know where this headcanon came from. I think it was me projecting onto him but then I made it Canon In My Mind when I vaguely mentioned it in my Carrington fic (heed the tags if you're gonna read)

He gets headaches often due to his dyslexia and the ridiculous amount of paper work he has to go through (where does Des even get all that paper and ink!?), plus a fair share of sleep deprivation, dehydration, stress...

Deep down he worries a lot for the other agents. If Glory dies (I refuse to let Glory's death be canon in my mind, hence the if) it permanently messes with him and his self worth

He gives off angry Sudoku player vibes. Glory or Des will be like "chill out it's supposed to be relaxing" and Carrington is losing his mind like "where the HELL do I put the DAMN FIVE"

A lot of fanon says him and Deacon genuinely hate each other but I really disagree

He respects Deacon a lot and recognizes that he does a lot more behind the scenes than anyone knows, but he also realizes just how much of a martyr he is and just how little he cares about his own health

In the past, whenever Deacon came back hurt or sick, Carrington would try to convince him to slow down, stop running into danger, and even open up about his problems. Needless to say it didn't work.

They've got something alike to a friendship going, though. Deacon teases him, all in good fun, and Carrington doesn't point out when he's limping around HQ, or when he "borrows" a stimpack or two from his desk. He just leaves out painkillers and antibiotics in hopes Deacon with "borrow" those, too.

I'm very... partial on his relationship with Tom or Des

I feel like Tom's got A Lot Going On and it's kinda fucky that the Railroad seemingly caused his schizophrenia (?) to develop and ignored it because they needed him?

Although if anything it sounds like Carrington was worried about his health and Des was the one to ignore it, hopefully out of ignorance and not purposfully. I can't imagine Des knowingly letting Tom fall into drug addictions and paranoia, and Carrington is vocal enough that he probably would have argued with Des if he knew it was getting that bad as well

I like to think he keeps a close eye on Tom either way. He's always trying to pick up books on mental health because he's mostly focused on physical health in his day to day life, and he's taught Tom some grounding strategies over the years.

#i know this wildly jumps between depressing and funny IM SORRY #poor guys just kinda fucked up and surrounded by goofy idiots who are also kinda fucked up #more people need to be talking about him I cant think all by myself #especially that part with des ignoring toms health?? i feel like it'd be interesting to go into when it comes to the railroads morality #focusing on synths over humans is one thing... actively harming their own agents to help their cause is different #OKAY im DONE RAMBLING im SORRY #fallout 4 #railroad #doctor carrington #desdemona #deacon #tinker tom #headcanons

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