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slasherbish · 1 year

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Woods (Jesse Cromeans x fem reader)

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Part 1

Why you? Was all that ran through your mind as trees blurred by. ‘I’m a good person, so why me?’ You mentally asked yourself as dried leaves and twigs snapped and crunched under your feet. Your mind wandered back to how this all started.

Feeling confident in full makeup and glam you walked down an alleyway. For the first time in a few weeks you had managed to drag your depressed butt out of bed and into actual clothes. The lights in the alley buzzed casting a yellowish tint onto the womans self. She smiled to herself feeling like a small victory had been won tonight. Glee bubbled up in her chest as she thought back to the few drinks she had with friends at the club. Nothing could possibly ruin this night, she thought. Not a heartbeat later the woman was snatched from the alley by a large man in a black suit and chrome skull mask. She barely had time to scream as the world went black.

Sometime later she came to, in what felt like a coffin. You weren’t about to go down without a fight so you began to scream and hit and kick at the wood in front of you. After a few moments you stopped and listened to the surroundings. The coffin was stood up and opened and you came out swinging. You punched a man with short black hair and what could only be described as an annoying face. A sickening crack came from his nose and he doubled over. “You fucken bitch” Preston yelled holding his now broken nose. You took the moment of confusion by your captures and booked it past them. And now you’re here.

The tall man clad in a black suit topped off with a camera on his shoulder chased her relentlessly. Your only saving grace was that you were slightly faster and slightly more agile. Your lungs burned but you couldn’t stop. If you stop you die. You knew that and so you kept running. He had to admit that he was a little impressed, likening you to a gazelle or deer in his mind. Not many piggies could keep pace, much less out run the large killer.

A second glimmer of hope appeared in the distance. It came in the form of a rickety old wood and rope bridge. You thought that surely a man of his stature wouldn’t dare to cross a bridge that fragile looking. The chasm it covered was deep. Deep enough that a human could not survive the fall. The advantage was in your court. You were nowhere as heavy as the chrome masked man that had been chasing you for the last couple hours, or at least what felt like hours.

Your feet flew over the wooden boards only slightly slowing down. The smile that had painted itself on your face fell as the sound of the killers thudding foot steps on wooden boards reached your ears. Your feet landed on solid ground and you were going to milk that since he was still slowed down from the bridge. You could easily get a huge lead on the man.

Moments later she stopped in her tracks. The sound of a wooden board snapping and a startled grunt made you curse under your breath. ‘Had he fallen all the way down.’ You thought ‘Wait, no’ You realize there was no splat. No thud of a body against cold hard ground. After what felt like an eternity she looked behind her. There she saw one of the mans hands holding on to the crumbling dirt ledge for dear life. ‘He must be able to pull himself up, who isn’t he using his other hand?’ You thought as you stared at the hand. ‘What should I do?’

‘I’m a good person’

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ravennatheraven · 2 years

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Chromeskull x Reader

Chromeskull x gn reader

Contains spoiler for first laid to rest movie

Bold text is texting and signing

Oh and Preston is alive in this

Crimson droplets of blood painted his shiny mask as he rammed one of his twin hunting knives into the chest ofhis latest piggy. He listened to the final gurling breaths that his victim took before the light in her eyes vanished. Chromeskull cleaned the blade on the corpses shirt before turning the camera on his shoulder off. The glint of his chrome skull mask in th moons pale glow gave the illusion that he wasn’t human.

“Job is done. Will stop by organization before heading home.’ He texted to his assistant Spann. The woman named Spann sighed at the message that popped up on her phone. “He’s coming back now” was all she said to a nervous looking Preston. All Preston could say was “oh fuck”.

Jesse got into his black car after sending the text. He drove through the night wanting to get to the office quickly so he could return home to his dear (y/n). In the early morning hours he pulled into the parking lot of a large warehouse. The offices of the organization were tucke away in the unassuming building.

Once in his office the rather large man sat at his desk to finish any paper work that needed to be done. Soon after Spann and Preston walked in. The normally cocky man stood slightly behind Spann and his face projected the worry he felt inside. Spann on the other hand had her normal emotionless face, she was not an easy person to read.

“What is wrong?” Said Jesse’s text to speech on his phone. He had practically smelled the fear seeping from his underling.

“You know how you tasked us with with watching over you partner while you were away but told us to keep our distance so they would’t be suspicious?” Preston answered quickly. “What did you do Preston?” The voice from Chromeskulls phone spoke again. The underling looked offended “I didn’t do anything. Why assume it was me?” Preston asked.

“Sir surprisingly Preston didn’t do anything this time. Your partner, (y/n) knows” Spann spoke up sure that if she didn’t that her boss would kill preston. As much as she wanted to see that she had to admit that being able to push paper work off on Preston when she didn’t want to do it was useful.

Mr. Cromeans slammed his hands down on the desk. Spann didn’t react to the violent outburst unlike Preston who may as well have jumped out of his skin. The large boss man put his mask away and stormed out of his office. Everyone in his way moved as he oozed anger. Once back in his car he let his fear shine through. The killer was scared. He needed to see his (y/n) as soon as possible. His last significant other had found out what he did for a living and she committed suicide right after, not being able to handle the idea that her gentle giant had a murderous side.

Thoughts overwhelmed the drive home. What if they don’t want to see me? What if they’ve left already? What if they’re scared of me now? What if they went to the cops already? These thoughts raced in his head making the entire drive a blur. He parked in the driveway and let out a shaking breath. More anxious thoughts flooded in his mind like a raging river as he looked in the rearview mirror at his disfigured face. After a few moments he managed to talk himself into going into his house. He didn’t even remember walking up to the front door until he heard the click of it opening. Jesse took a deep breath pushing it open. The house was silent. He prepared for the worst. His chest ached as he walked into the dining room to find papers scattered on the table. They were files on him and his work, there were also graphic pictures of his films. Jesse’s heart drops, he can hear nothing but the sound of his own pounding heart.

“I read through all of it…that is some very dark things…” A soft voice came from behind him. It was the voice of his beloved (y/n). Jesse couldn’t bring himself to turn around, not yet. He didn’t want to see the fear and despair that he assumed would be written on their face. Jesse would never see that though. The next words out of his partners mouth perplexed him. “I was worried. When were you going to tell me? I was starting to think all these business trips were really just for cheating.”

Jesse nearly gave himself whiplash from turning so fast. A smirk was plastered on their face. “You’re not scared of me or angry?” He signed wanting to know why.

“Scared of you? You might be a serial killer but you’re a teddy bear to me. I’m only angry that you didn’t tell me sooner. I’m also relieved that you weren’t cheating.” (y/n) replied.

“You are weird” He signed. He had no idea how his partner was taking this so well.

“Says the man kills for a living” They smiled a genuine smile but it disappeared quickly. “I did think that maybe someone had sent them because they were trying to hurt you or worse. The thought of losing you is what scared the crap out of me.” (y/n) started to gather the pages that were on the table and walked into the living room. Chromeskull followed closely behind curious as to what was going to happen. “We should probably step up our ‘normal’ life image. You know it’s kinda cold in here” Their gentle voiced said. Jesse signed back a simple cold? The house wasn’t even slightly cold. (y/n)’s (e/c) eyes rolled at his cluelessness and placed the papers in the fireplace before setting them aflame.

His significant other smiled a warm smile at him gently placing a hand on either side of his face bringing him down for a loving kiss. The killer happily returned the affection wrapping his arms around their waist. The two came up for air after a few moments. “I love you Jesse Cromeans. No more secrets okay?” He could only nod and kiss their nose in return not wanting to let them go. “That includes having your coworkers stalk me when you’re away.” They said catching the killer off guard making him back up a step. You knew they were there?

“Of course I did. They aren’t exactly the best at it. Invite them for dinner. I want to meet them.” (y/n) replied casually. The thought of Preston being in his home made him cringe. Now that could be a disaster.

#chromeskull x reader #chromeskull #jesse cromeans #laid to rest #gender nuetral reader #preston #slashers #slasher simp #oneshot #fanfic #slasher x reader

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omg-im-such-a-masochist · 2 years

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Halloweek: Day 6

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The glitter from his wings - that were blatantly straining over his muscles - left a sparkly trail behind him as he walked. The short pink tutu skirt left very little to the imagination, exposing half of his ass covered in black boxer briefs along with the pair of muscular thighs. The only disadvantage you have is that the mustache glued to your face tickles your nose every time you pucker your lips or chew on something. Michael had definitely drawn the short straw with his costume.

“What kind of fairy walks around with half an ass exposed like that?” You chuckled as you watched him carefully secure the pink glittery party hat to his head.

“The slutty kind” Michael tossed the pink veil that fell from the hat over his shoulder like one does with their long hair. “And what kind of lumberjack walks around with his tools between his legs?” He pointed towards the pair of socks you had stuffed to create a “package” between your thighs. “Unless that’s not an ax and you’re just happy to see me” Mike smirked before wiggling his ass at you.

Chuckling, you walked to where he stood and circled your arms around his waist “Oh yeah, that perky ass is the reason for this”

“Oh really?” He smiled and dipped his head down, resting his lips on top of yours “Then if that’s the case we should stay here so you can show me how you use your tools”

“I’d love to do that, BUT Preston just texted and he’s on his way to pick us up”

Michael groaned in annoyance “Can’t he be late for once so I can get laid?”

“You’ll get laid as much as you want, my love” You stated and Michael smirked, already reaching for your suspenders. “When we get back” The annoyed look on his face made you laugh before you tried to cheer him up “C’mon, babes. Let’s go get your magic wand so we can enjoy my magic wand later tonight” You pecked his lips and swatted his ass. The sharp slap made Michael wince in pain “Ouch!” He pointed his index finger at you and threatened “No copping a feel for you, Mr. Lumberjack, until you trim that mustache! It’s too fucking long”.

“So come help me! I have no idea how one’s supposed to care for a beard, let alone a freaking mustache”.

Apparently you and Michael were the only ones who had the idea of swapping costumes, since everyone looked pretty boring. Apart from Preston, who was wearing a protein container costume. When Michael asked him for the story behind it, he apparently bought it because “it looked absolutely ridiculous and that’s the whole point! Sexy costumes are boring and overrated.”

After more than half of the locker room touched, squeezed or slapped Michael’s ass, you decided to wander into the kitchen, admiring Jade Cargill’s sense of design as you grabbed food. Suddenly, Michael was behind you, throwing your paper plate on the counter and yanking you away by the hand.

“Ouch, Mike! Where are we going?”

He kept walking towards a big door at the back of the kitchen. “Baby, you’re gonna rip my arm off! Michael, for fucks sake, what’s going on?”.

At the clicking sound of the door in front of him opening, Michael whispered “Thank God” before getting inside with you. He locked the door while you looked around, taking in your surroundings and trying to understand why he had locked you inside a pantry.

You chuckled while voicing out the only reasonable thing that would justify him taking you to the pantry “What? Do you want to steal a bottle of Jade’s fancy ass champagne?”

“No, although that wouldn’t be a bad idea” Michael smirked and took a bottle of Moët & Chandon out of the portable wine cellar. He took advantage of the loud music to open the bottle and have a sip of the drink before handing it over to you.

“She’ll be pissed if she finds out” You chuckled and rested the bottle against your lips to take a sip.

“I doubt that with this many bottles she’ll miss this one” Michael stole the bottle from your grasp to take a big gulp of the champagne, before he placed it down to pick you up in his arms “And no, I didn’t bring you here to steal the champagne, even though we just did that” He chuckled and ripped the mustache from your face “I brought you in here to steal you”. The burning feeling of the glue being ripped off your skin made you wince in pain “Ouch, that hurt!”.

Michael not so carefully got rid of his fairy hat and tossed both accessories on the floor “I’ll kiss it better” He captured your lips in a heated kiss, tongues dancing to their own natural rhythm. His hands cupped your ass and dragged you closer to his crotch. “I can’t wait until we get home” Michael placed you down on the floor and covered your body with his gigantic frame before snarling against your neck “I want you now”.

#maso’s halloweek 2022 #wardlow x reader #wardlow imagine #wardlow fanfiction #wardlow aew #wardlow #michael wardlow #masochist writes

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enavi · 1 year

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Dear Hearts and Gentle People Ch.6

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Y/N - your name

H/C - hair colour

S/C - skin colour

E/C - eye colour

" - Talking

' - thinking

A/N Heyyyy.... yeah no I dont have an excuse for why I havent done jack shit with this story I just forgot about it, but hey, I graduated highschool :D

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“Man, I don't know who you are but your timing’s impeccable. Preston Garvey, commonwealth Minutemen…”

Through the door stood a man, or rather Preston Garvey as he introduced himself as soon as they walked through the door. Closing the door behind them, leaving the dead bodies out and away from sight they nodded a greeting, their face twisted in exasperation and sarcastically spoke, “MInutemen? So now I'm travelling backwards in time?”

Garvey did a small nod of his head, a little confused on what the person in front of him was implying but just went along with it. “Protecting people at a minute's notice” That was the idea. So I joined up, and wanted to make a difference. And I did, but… things fell apart.” he paused, shoulders slouching, while he didnt really show it on his face, it wasn't hard to tell he was exhausted. “Now it looks like I’m the last Minuteman left standing..”

Looking around they really didn’t see anyone else that looked the part, and they guessed the person who was laying in the front of the museum was probably one of the last of these Minutemen, aside from the man in front of them. A woman with black hair and a scowl on her face pacing back and forth on the ground, a man sitting on the ground next to her with his head in his hands. An old woman sitting on a couch that looked like it had seen better days, but that could be said for anything in the building, the dog they had followed laid near the woman's feet staring up at her. And to the other side of Garvey was a man in overalls and a pompadour, trying to hack the computer?

Exhaustion and confusion seemed to love creeping up on them as they let out a sigh, they’re still barely able to wrap their head around that it had apparently been over 200 years since the bombs fell, “The worlds changed so much. None of this makes sense.” they practically felt a headache coming on from the fact that they just had to kill people, sure Nate had given them tips on how to shoot a gun but they never thought they’d have to use it against other people. And now as they felt their adrenaline ebbing away the prominent cuts, bruises and possibly some shallow bullet wounds made their presence known.

Forgetting the other people in the room they jumped a bit hearing Garvey speak up, “You alright? Listen. We need your help. And then maybe we can help you, huh?” He handed them a stimpack for the injuries, as they sat down on a metal cabinet. “What brought you out here?” sighing they thought back to what had transpired barely a day ago, or what felt like a day ago, time doesn't seem to be clicking in just yet. “That’s my business” they huffed out, the pain, both physical and mental, making them tight lipped, and they didn't know if they could honestly trust these people, not yet at least.

Garvey let out a hum, “Alright, fine. Forget I asked, but we do need your help.” sighing he continued, “a month ago there were twenty of us. Yesterday there were eight. Now, we're five.” a tired anger rested in his tone, “first it was the ghouls in Lexington, and now this mess.” Ghouls? They didn’t know what they could be but now didn’t seem like the time to ask, “Tough break..” they wish they could have a more meaningful answer but they were running low on energy.

“You don’t know the half of it. Anyway, we figured Concord would be a safe place to settle. Those raiders proved us wrong. But… well, we do have one idea” he spoke hesitantly, “Well let's hear it” In response he looked towards the man mumbling at the terminal screen in frustration, “Sturges..” The once muttering man turned his head to look at them both quickly, “tell them” The now named Sturges huffed as he turned fully around facing them, leaning on the desk he was first hunched over

“There's a crashed vertibird up on the roof. Old school, Pre-War. You might have seen it.” he crossed his arms, his voice now sounding more light and excited, “Well, looks like one of its passengers left behind a seriously sweet good, Im talking a full suit of cherry, T-45 power armour, military issue.” humming with a smile that subtly formed on their face, they reminisced back to when Nate had talked about being in power armour, and the serious protection that it gave a person. “I like it..”

Giving a quick but nice chuckle Sturges continued, “yea.. I thought you might. Protection with an added bonus. Get the suit, and you can rip the minigun right off the vertibird, do that and those raiders get an express ticket to hell. You dig?” A small huffed laugh escaped them as Sturges motioned ripping the minigun off of its stand, “minigun, now we’re talkin’” the promise of better armour and high grade weapon made them perk up their body a little, bringing back some of that energy that was lost after the adrenaline high.

“I know right?” he said back, but the smile he had twitched into a small frustrated frown, “only there's one hitch.. The suits outta juice, probably been dry for a hundred years. It can be powered up again, but we're a bit stuck..” motioning for him to continue “so what's the solution?” standing up straighter he rubs the back of his neck in thought. Then Garvey steps up and says, “What you’ll need is an old Pre-War F.C, a standardised fusion core. Your high-grade, long term nuclear battery. Used by the military and some companies, way back when. And we know right where to find one..” then once again Sturges begins to talk, “But we can't get to the damn thing. It's down in the basement, locked behind a security gate.” Sturges started looking more exhausted as he went on, “look.. I fix stuff. I tinker. Bypassing security aint exactly my forte… you could give it a shot?”

Nodding they turned back around and went all the way down once more, honestly it surprised them how quickly the bodies started to smell, moving more quickly and reaching the gate that had a generator working behind it they first looked at the lock, they didn't really have anything for those, no lock picks or even bobby pins that would work, so they went to the terminal just beside it.

While they were a lawyer, they also had friends in other departments that would work with decoding and opening terminals that were locked by criminals, so they had some idea what they were doing, and after a few attempts they managed to get the door lock to disengage. Pulling out the battery they proceed to walk back up, even with the stimpack in their system doing its job to repair the tears in the skin and muscle it still wasn't pleasant and the wounds still hurt as they walked. They really needed to make sure they kept their body in check.

Opening the door back up they waved the fusion core around lightly, and a smile was set onto Garvey and Sturges faces. “Well, alright. Maybe our luck is finally turning around. Once you jack the core into the power armour and grab that minigun, those raiders’ll know they picked the wrong fight. Good luck.” smiling they started to walk to the door on the other side of the room until the older woman spoke up

“now look who Dogmeat brought to us” they looked back then decided to talk for a bit, letting their body take a bit of a rest, besides, they haven't actually stopped since they awoke from the vault. ''So he’s your dog?” to which the woman just continued. They learned the woman, Mama Murphy as she refers to herself as, had something called “the sight” a bit odd, but at this point they didn't care, they nodded a goodbye and started to go through the door, til they heard her call out, “careful kid, there's.. Something coming, drawn by the noise and chaos. And it’s.. it’s angry”

….well then that's enough crazy old woman for one day.

They just did a quick nod and left, telling Dogmeat to stay. Opening up the door to see a crashed vertibird, and just like the others said there was the armour and minigun ripe for the taking. Popping in the fusion core, and hopping into the armour they could feel themselves gain strength, that or its placebo, either way it was more protection then what they had, going to the gun it ripped off the stand with a good tug. Then came a cry “Boss? Boss! We got somebody up here!” Then out came a raider on the rooftop across from them. Well now's a good time as any to try this thing, the minigun geared up and started spraying the bullets, and honestly (Y/n) was glad they put the armour on, they could just see the force of the gun slinging them back if it weren't for the extra stability the armour gave.

The gun made quick work of the guy, then they jumped off the roof, with minimal feeling of damage to their legs, the adrenaline kicked back in as they started shooting the raiders on sight, they didn't even hear what the raiders were shouting at them, just kept going through. That was until a loud bang was heard and a growling snarl came from the large sewer grate, and out came . .

. . WHAT THE FUCK IS T H A T?!

They didn't stay to find out, taking shelter in the open building next to them. Quickly climbing the stairs to the second floor, and peering out of the broken wall a lizard creature that was bigger then some tanks they’ve seen came roaring out. The damage the thing did to the people was gruesome, tearing them apart with teeth and claws, it made quick work of the people. And they were going to just let the two enemies wear themselves down, and it almost worked, until they saw Dogmeat running to the overgrown lizard dino thing……

‘Nope, no, nuh uh, are they really gonna do this? This is a terrible idea’..they jumped on the back of the lizard thing from the second story building. They're exhausted, haven't had coffee, been up for too long with no real rest, they're gonna make stupid decisions. Sue them.

It started to try and buck them off, the only reason they were able to hold on was because of the armour. It steered away from the dog as it tried to shake off the person in its back. They lifted the minigun and started spraying bullets into the thing's neck. A rumbling roar was heard, and more violent jerks were made.

After a minute of the bullets practically drilling into the head of the beast, and a few close calls with its claws practically tearing off the metal armour plating on their legs like a tuna can the thing went down, its head basically holding on by the skin as the flesh of the neck is all but torn away from the bullets. Tumbling off the thing ungracefully they slumped against its body, hands and legs shaking, from adrenaline? The movement of the lizard thing and gun? They didn't know, didn't care. Laughs of disbelief and panic set in as they sat against the now cold and unmoving creature. Getting up before the adrenaline all but left them for a third or fourth time that day they entered the museum to find everyone in the main lower section.

Getting out of the armour they hear Mama Murphy and Garvey arguing about something, (Y/n) really didn't pay attention to that, rather to the leg of their armour, torn to shreds, maybe they can get Sturges to help fix it? Sighing they walk over to the commotion, getting bits and pieces of the conversation. “She knows about it? More like she had one of her “visions” while stoned outta her gourd!” was a particularly loud one by the black haired lady, which was followed by more arguing then Sturges trying to break it up.

Ignoring that they went straight to Garvey, who looks more than a little relieved, “that was, a pretty amazing display. I'm just glad you’re on our side” he chuckled, then stopped as they started to shake more. He guided them to a wall to lean against, (Y/n) signing out a shaky thank you. “Will you all be okay now?” leaning beside them Garvey nodded, “We think so.. Mama Murphy found a promising spot, Sanctuary, I hope it lives up to its name.” he then thought for a bit, “would you want to join us?” they nodded, not only did they need to recoup, but they also needed to tell Codsworth of their findings with these people. Then from the side Mama Murphy started talking once more, “that's wonderful kid.. But there's more to your destiny, isn't there?” that got (Y/n)’s attention, “i've seen your destiny, and I know your pain. I can feel, your son’s energy he’s alive”

In haste they step closer to the old, probably senile, woman. “Are you sure? Please, where is he? Can you tell me?” the woman sighs, “The sight aint always clear, but even I don’t need the sight to tell you where you should start looking, The great green jewel of the commonwealth, Diamond City” it felt like ants were under their skin, hands jittery, “who would help me, will my son be there?” The older woman reeled back, her expression turning into one of pity, “I’m sorry kid, that’s as much as I can manage. Maybe if you bring me some chems later the sight will paint a clearer picture?” that's when (Y/n) blanked out, they didn’t know if they should really listen to a woman who seems to be off her rocker but this is the most info they’ve gotten, any lead they’ve gotten.

They almost didn’t feel Sturges hand tapping their shoulder as everyone was getting up and leaving for Sanctuary. So they hopped back into their power armour, and trailed behind.

Man they wanted to sleep..

#fallout x reader #fallout 4 #nick valentine x reader #danse x reader #john hancock x reader #maccready x reader #piper x reader #curie x reader #cait x reader #preston garvey x reader #Deacon x reader

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pebblewritesj · 1 year

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THREE - Skin and Bones

Chapter three of my Wattpad story, Look at Yourself, Bowie! If you want to read more the rest is on Wattpad under the user Jaomixi, forty chapters have been released so far!

--- Mari woke up around 10:00 a.m that morning, forgetting completely where she promised to be later that afternoon until she got a call from John about an hour later.

"I'll pick you up around 8:30." He said, leaning back on his sofa. Yoko was just getting up, fixing herself a pot of coffee.

She paused, eyebrows furrowing in confusion, "What for?" she asked.

"The party, Christ," His speech ran into a slight mumble as his face strayed from the telephone for a moment, "Losing your head."

"Right! The party. If I told you I was too sick to go, would you believe me?"

"Ah, don't play that shite, I know you too well to-"

"Oh, I was only joking," she smiled, crossing her legs as she reclined on her seat.

John gave a sarcastic laugh, "Ha-ha, you're very funny,-"

"What's got you all grumpy this morning, Lennon?" she asked, a small smile still on her face as she took a sip of her drink and put it back where it laid on the coffee table.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I ran into the press this morning on my way home from going to the shop to get a few things. I get so tired of their goddamn questions! 'John! John! When's the Beatle reunion?' 'John, What came first, the chicken or the egg?'"

His last words grew quiet as he strayed away from the telephone once again, though he could still hear Mari laugh through the line.

"I see. I didn't think the press would even recognize you anymore if you didn't have Yoko next to you, that's all they care about anymore. They hate to see a happy couple." Mari said, shifting in her seat.

"I'm just tired of it."

Mari paused for a moment, thinking of anything else she might have left to say before ending the call.

"Did you ever figure out who would be there? At the party, I mean."

John thought for a split second, gathering his thoughts and burying his frustration, "Only a few. I called Mick, said he'd be there, called Elton, said he'd be there, and then I got tired of talking over the phone so I didn't call anyone else."

Mari nodded, she'd never met Elton John, but she knew he was a very close friend of John, she also, of course, thought he was a very talented musician.

"Right, good to know. Hope I don't embarrass myself like I did last time I went to one of these."

John tilted his head, curious, "What happened the last time you went to one?"

"David Johansen of the New York Dolls came up to me and tried to start a conversation."

"What'd you say?"

"I didn't know who the hell he was!"

John laughed as Mari continued, "Literally had never in my life heard of New York Dolls, I asked him what he sang and he was like, 'oh I'm in New York Dolls', I thought he was trying to sell me something."

John and Mari arrived at the party at around 9:00, John still had no clue who's house they were at, he was barely even sure they were at the right one until he saw all the expensive cars lined up at the side of the house.

Mari'd had a hell of a time figuring out what she was going to wear, finally settling on a bra-like top, bell bottoms and a flowy cardigan, the clogs she decided to wore clicked with every step the two took towards the entrance of the home until they finally arrived, knocked on the door, and before John could knock again Keith Richards opened the door.

"Keith!" Mari said, grabbing the man's attention. The two moved in for a hug, as Keith moved back from the embrace he looked at the two, urging them to come inside.

As the two walked in, Mari could barely hear John ask Keith who was there-- though she saw them before she heard the names come out of his mouth. She saw record executives and producers here and there, some dancers as well, none of whose name she could remember. In the corner she saw Edie Sedgwick, Cher, Elton John, the usuals. Of course, there was every Rolling Stone, Mick Speaking with Billy Preston and a slightly dazed Bob Dylan.

After getting over the fact she was in the same room as Bob Dylan, someone else caught her eye as he lounged on the sofa talking to the lead member of The Stooges, Iggy Pop, who sat on the coffee table in front of the sofa: David Bowie.

John had finished speaking with Keith by this time, he looked at Mari as he noticed she wasn't moving. He followed her eyes directly to the red haired men that sat on the sofa, twirling a small glass of alcohol in his hand.

"You want me to put in a word for you?" John said jokingly, stretching his arms back.

Mari broke out of her starstruck state, looking back at John.

"What're you on about?" She said, though she knew exactly what he was on about.

"You know exactly what I'm on about."

"No I don't!" She smiled, avoiding eye-contact with the man.

"Well you can't just stare at him, you'll scare him!" he said, beginning to walk in front of Mari so they wouldn't be right in front of the door.

She rolled her eyes, a smile still prominent on her face as she trailed behind him, "I'll talk to him later." she laughed, watching John's eyebrows shoot up.

"Yeah right," he said, scoffing while a smile still lingered on his face.

She rolled her eyes and laughed at him, sparing another glance at Bob Dylan here and there she spotted Mick Jagger walking over to where the two stood.

"John!" he said, pulling him into a hug, doing the same with Mari.

Mari couldn't remember the last time she'd seen Mick, though every time they saw each other, conversations would flow like water.

"I didn't think you liked going to things like this, eh Mari?" Mick said, drink in hand.

"I don't, thanks to some of you lot," She smiled, nodding towards Mick as they both began to laugh.

"Where the hell are you people getting your drinks? I can't see through the crowd!" Mari asked, dying for a drink. Mick looked back, the turned around.

"Ah, just come with me."

She nodded, following behind him, God knew where John managed to run off to by then. Finally, Mick successfully led her to a table full of different drinks, even water, which she was hardly expecting. She wouldn't drink too harshly, she didn't want to get drunk and embarrass herself-- but that didn't mean she wouldn't drink.

She grew indecisive, looking at all the bottles laid out on the table. She finally just grabbed a beer and moved on. She turned around to see Mick saying something to Bob Dylan. Realizing Mari finally picked a drink, whatever they were saying to each other came to an end as Mick turned back to face the woman and Bob grabbed another drink and began to walk away, stopping to talk to other people.

"I love Bob Dylan." she mumbled to him so the man in question wouldn't be able to hear.

"Is that so?" Mick said, leaning back on the counter behind him.

"Yeah, I had Dylan posters all over my wall back in secondary, my parents thought I was a maniac."

Mick looked back to Bob, watching as the curly-headed man spared the two once more glance as before he walked away.

"I think he heard you." Mick said, laughing as her eyes widened, "I'm only joking."

She playfully hit Mick, sighing in relief.

Later in the night, Mari was looking for John. She figured he'd be ready to go by then, it was about 12:00, though she did hate to leave without speaking a word to hardly anyone, other than The Rolling Stones and Cher. More people had arrived since the whole thing first started, it was so crowded, she doubted she'd ever be able to find him.

After around ten minutes of searching the whole two story house full of people, she decided she'd go to the bathroom where it wasn't as crowded.

She knocked on the door, but she wasn't able to hear if it was occupied or not. She looked towards the bottom of the door, not seeing that a light was on, so she opened the door and went in. She let out a breath of relief, seeing that it was in fact not being used. She shut the door and locked it, she didn't have to use the bathroom, even if she did she wouldn't, still not knowing whose house she was even in, but instead she checked her reflection in the mirror.

Her crimson lipstick had been smudged, the lip gloss she'd originally been wearing was long-gone, her hair was all messed up, and the eye makeup she'd worn was smudged. She looked herself up and down, cursing under her breath as she took the cardigan she was wearing into her hands. Something had ripped a small hole into it.

She sighed, tired, when all of a sudden something heavy hit the door. She jumped, confusion and concern hitting her when she had trouble opening the door due to the weight of something holding it closed.

Once she had it opened enough to be able to look down and see what might be causing her trouble, she saw David Bowie's body against the door, presumably unconscious. She almost panicked, but quickly calmed herself down. When She finally got the door open enough to slide out of the bathroom, she examined the man. She considered walking away, stuff like that was normal at these sorts of things, until she saw that he was still awake.

She gasped, her eyes widening as she realized the situation. David looked up to her with half lidded, red, and swollen eyes-- he was trying to tell her something. She leaned down enough so she could hear him, then finally understood.

"Help me, please," he pleaded, his voice was weak and his eyes were brimming with tears, "I can't stand."

She grasped the man's arm, helping him stand up, continuing to do so as he put half of his weight onto her side as she did her best to support him. At this point, John would have to figure out she was gone, quite clearly she couldn't look for him anymore.

As she and David finally got out the house, she looked to the man hunched over on her shoulder.

"What car do you drive?" she asked him.

"Mercedes Benz..." he muttered, "it's black."

It was one of the closest ones to where they stood.

She walked the dazed man over to the car, "Can I have the keys?"

David didn't care enough to consider the consequences of giving this woman, who he'd never spoken to, the keys to his Mercedes, nor was he even in the state of mind to realize the possible consequences.

"Left pocket." he muttered, his words slurred.

She looked down and, hesitantly and carefully, took the keys out of his jean pocket and unlocked the car doors as David finally slipped consciousness, the sudden dead weight piling on her and causing her to nearly lose hold of the man. She carefully laid him down in the back seat, closing the door to the car.

Mari stopped suddenly, sighing as she processed the situation she found herself in. Everything happened so suddenly, along with all the things she now had to deal with for the rest of the night. John wouldn't know where she'd gone, hopefully someone saw her leave. She'd have to call the next morning to tell him what happened.

She got in the drivers seat of the car and began to drive. She didn't know where he was staying, so she would have no other option other than for him to stay in the spare bedroom at her house. She embraced the silence throughout the ride home, the first time in hours that she was able to do so. Every now and then she would take a look at David through the rear-view mirror, after a while taking notice of his malnourished appearance, she doubted this was the first time something like this had happened, though she hated to assume something so negative.

She hated to bring him back to a place he wouldn't recognize in the morning, she couldn't imagine the stress of waking up and not knowing where you are or what you did the night before, but she had no other choice.

Finally arriving at her home, she got David out of the car and into the spare bedroom. She wouldn't have been able to carry him at all if he wasn't so weightless. She put a blanket over him and shut the door. Sighing, she took a quick shower and went to bed, God knew what the next morning would be like, though this surely isn't anything like how she expected her day to end.

#David Bowie x Reader #Bowie x reader #David bowie headcannons #David bowie hcs #ziggy stardust x reader #jareth x reader #jareth labyrinth

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the-void-writes · 1 year

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Hello Darling! ✨

Kiss prompt from me is:

11. When one stops the kiss to whisper “I’m sorry, are you sure you-” and they answer by kissing them more

Have fun! ✨✨

Hey there, thank you so much! 💖 I really missed Jason’s patients, so I’m writing for them more to strengthen their characters. It’s still rough around the edges, but I hope you guys like this one ✨

For context: Riley Brooks and Thomas Li are two of Jason’s teenage patients that live in Vesely’s company. They’re both Freaks (Riley can generate electricity, and Thomas can phase through solid matter) who came from awful homes and are closer with each other than anyone else.

Freaks of Preston - Hospital Visit - Riley and Thomas

Thomas woke up with a heavy pain in their side. The air felt stuffy, even with the vent in the corner releasing a harsh stream of air. They tried to look at their surroundings, but shifting even the smallest bit sent a sharp pain through their gut. They winced and laid back down before they could hurt themself any further.

The beeping over their head meant they were in the medical ward, but they couldn’t remember how they got there. There had been an unbearable stinging in their side, they remembered that much, but nothing else. As Thomas tried to make themself remember, they finally noticed that someone was holding their hand.

They turned their head as best as they could to their left. Riley was passed out in an uncomfortable armchair, his hand wrapped securely around theirs. Warmth spread through their chest like a small ember from a fireplace. The first few days, Thomas couldn’t even look at him without getting nervous, but they had become great friends since then. They couldn’t openly admit it, but Riley was the best part of their life.

Riley slowly opened his eyes, and when he saw Thomas, he jumped out of his seat.

“You’re awake,” he said, still clutching their hand.

“Riley,” Thomas mumbled, still groggy from pain and possible medication, “what happened?”

“Those piece-of-shit drones. You tried to dodge, and the bullet went right through you.”

Training, of course that had been the problem. Vesely wanted to test his new drones, and Thomas hadn’t moved aside in time. Riley squeezed their hand.

“Don’t worry, Jason’s dealing with Vesely right now. You’ll never have to test again after this.”

Thomas couldn’t help but smile. “If only we could be so lucky.”

Riley snickered and tried to brush his dreads from his face. They were short and twisty, and he always worried about them being too long, but Thomas adored them. Once Riley got his surgery, he could finally see the cool young man that Thomas admired.

Thinking about him only made Thomas more nervous. Riley could see the discomfort in their eyes, but he assumed it was because of his touch. He quickly released their hand and sat back down.

“I’m sorry, I’m sure that bothers you.”

“If you’re scared about hurting me, you won’t. I believe in you, Riley.” Thomas held their hand out again. “And I don’t mind the touch… not when it’s you.”

They thought they had scared him off, but Riley’s hand slipped back into their own. It felt so soft and warm, unlike any kind of touch Thomas had felt before. No amount of pain in their side could distract them from the fluttering sensation in their chest.

“How long have you been here?” Thomas asked.

Riley stared at the ground, seemingly embarrassed. “Since they brought you out of surgery. That was… yesterday, I think.”

“You stayed here all night?”

“We all tried to stay, but they made us go back to our rooms so you could rest.” He smiled. “Jason smuggled me back in.”

Thomas wheezed, trying not to laugh too hard with their injury. “Did you miss me that much?”

Riley started to stutter. “Of course, I did— I mean— I was worried about you.”

“But you didn’t have to stay. I’m sure you had better things to do—”

“Not a damn bit, Tom. Nothing is more important to me than you.”

His gray eyes shrank in fear, and he let go of Thomas again as he rubbed his eyes.

“Goddammit,” he mumbled, “god-fucking-dammit.”

Thomas, on the other hand, was filled with hope and excitement. They calmed themself down long enough to speak again.

“Riley, could you come here?”

He stepped closer to the bed, eyes trained on the off-white sheets.

“Look at me, please.”

With a bit of effort, he did as they said. His stare softened the minute he looked at them.

“If you like me,” Thomas said, “then please tell me. I want to hear it.”

Riley nodded. “I do, Tom. I really fucking do.”

With a gentle hand behind his head, Thomas pulled him down to kiss him. Riley’s hand twitched against their shoulder, but before he could move any further, he broke away.

“Are you sure about this?” he asked. “You know I can be a real ass, and I don’t want to hurt you or—”

Thomas kissed him again, and Riley finally allowed himself to relax and hold them close. His lips were chapped, but Thomas couldn’t care less. They had never kissed anyone in their whole life, and for the longest time, they didn’t think anyone would want to kiss them. Judging from the way Riley ran his hand through their lengthy dark hair, he had been wanting to kiss them for a long time.

The sound of the door opening made Riley jump back. Thankfully, it was just Jason, but he had a knowing smile on his face. He had definitely caught them.

“Sorry, sorry,” he whispered, “I’ll come back later.”

He closed the door again, and Thomas laughed at Riley’s flustered expression.

“Hey, it’s okay,” they said. “It’s not like he’ll tell anyone.”

Riley took a deep breath. “You’re right. I’ve seen how he and Rio stare at each other, so if anyone’s gonna start teasing—”

“They won’t, Riley, trust me.”

He smiled and kissed their cheek. “Sure.”

#writeblr #writing community #ask games #wip: freaks of preston

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lifesliced · 1 year

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STEPHEN “GEVANNI” LOUD — THE SOLE SURVIVOR // * A MAN OUT OF TIME

NAME: stephen loud

ALIAS: gevanni

AGE: 27, almost 28 when frozen in vault 11

BORN: toronto, canada - immigrated when he was going into his freshman year of high school, had dual citizenship

LOCATION PRE-WAR: boston, massachusetts, usa - living in the neighborhood that would be become known as the settlement called “sanctuary.”

CAREER: “ [ ... ] is a former soldier and decorated war hero who served in the 2nd battalion, 108th infantry regiment of the united states army during the sino-american war.” was seen favorably in his ranks, as well as amongst his peers and superiors, and was honorably discharged [ reasons unknown ] .

VAULT: the only surviving member of vault 111

ON NORA: gevanni is actively taking the place of “nate” from the baseline male sole survivor, which leaves the female player character option “nora” as the wife to nate. this is so that players can choose between them, leaving the other to fill the role of spouse at the beginning of the game to establish the sosu’s life pre-war, what they lose, who they care about, and what they were doing before the war (living in a suburb of boston). canonically speaking, nate is a soldier that is recently returned to civilian life, while nora is a recent mother that is looking to “shake the dust off” her law degree, inferring she is a lawyer of some kind. i will be keeping gevanni as a soldier, leaving the default identity of his wife to be “nora,” and their son to be “shaun.”

after emerging from the vault and stabilizing himself, gevanni went back for nora to give her body a proper burial. she is buried away from vault 111, but near sanctuary in a secluded, woodsy area. something about her body being eternally frozen seemed wrong to him, allowing her to properly be laid to rest.

he keeps nora’s wedding ring on him, and still wears his ring throughout the series, even if he becomes romantically involved with someone else. this can be a point of contention.

he visits her grave sometimes when he is at the red rocket truck stop near their old home. while the red rocket is close to sanctuary, it is far enough away (with fond enough memories) to be occupied as a settlement, as well as being near concord, a city that gevanni hopes will become reoccupied via extension of the red rocket.

by extension, about codsworth ... he and gevanni still get along post-war, gevanni finding codsworth first before anyone else. while codsworth is a companion, i don’t consider him one here. he primarily takes care of the first settlement that gevanni establishes at the red rocket, helping him seal up sanctuary after moving out preston, sturges, and the others. eventually, codsworth is allowed to choose where he wants to live, be it graygarden with the other robots, the castle with the minutemen, choose another settlement, or leave entirely. his relationship with gevanni remains amicable, as many of gevanni’s decisions fall into codsworth approval.

HEY GEVANNI, YOU’RE S.P.E.C.I.A.L. !!

* fallout 4 starts with 28 base distributive points. immediately after leaving the vault, you gain an additional point via a ‘you’re special’ book that is beneath shaun’s crib in sanctuary. total starting points = 29 to distribute at the beginning of “fallout 4.”

these base stats serve to reflect as closely as possible gevanni’s main canon while still remaining within the constraints of fallout 4. i based these SPECIAL stats off of gevanni’s canonical death note stats, compromising and equaling out my totals based on

these base stats will also determine what branches of perks he pursues, and he does eventually boost these core 7 stats throughout time, ending pretty “stacked” by the time he “deals with” the institute. most threads take place during early-to-mid fallout 4, meaning his stats more closely align to what i have below.

(S)TRENGTH - 3

(P)ERCEPTION - 4

(E)NDURANCE - 5

(C)HARISMA - 6

(I)NTELLIGENCE - 7

(A)GILITY - 3

(L)UCK - 1

gevanni associated his YOU’RE SPECIAL point allocation to intelligence.

* i always start my sole survivor’s at 1 for luck as a reflection of their situation at the beginning of the game, but that skill is prone to change ... for good or bad.

ON PERKS: i decided to go starting, middle, and end for perks; from what he would start with to what he would end the game with. beginning perks, aside from locksmith, are based in his core SPECIAL stats at the start of fo4. if he has the core stat for it, he could potentially have that perk unlocked at the beginning. as the verse progresses, the starting perks would be built on as he gains new perks throughout. by the end, gevanni will have a lot of the perks unlocked, but that does not mean he filled out the entire tree. some i have left out due to not being in the realm of his character. this also includes beginning perks. i did not give gevanni every perk that was technically unlockable to him at the beginning, and some that should have been at the beginning are instead gained in the middle, as i feel they are perks that are related more to the environment, so realistically would make sense to adapt into over having at the beginning (such as aquaboy, cap collector, or lifegiver, for example, both perks he could have had unlocked at the start, but instead show better in the middle, as they are wasteland associated perks, not pre-war perks).

STARTING PERKS: armorer, iron fist, pickpocket, rifleman, awareness, locksmith (master locks)*, toughness, lady killer, lone wanderer, attack dog, vans, medic, gun nut, hacker (expert), gunslinger, commando, sneak, fortune finder.

* this is one of the few starting perks i have already “maxed” out for gevanni based on his canon. all other perks will follow the traditional “leveling” systems as gevanni gains skills throughout. to have the locksmith perk, you have to already have a perception of 4 to go further than basic locks.

GAINED PERKS (MID): strong back, heavy gunner, blacksmith, demolition expert, night person, aqua boy, lifegiver, cap collector, local leader, hacker (master), scrapper, mister sandman, action boy, moving target, mysterious stranger.

GAINED PERKS (END): steady aim, sniper, penetrator, concentrated fire, rad resistant, intimidation, ninja, quick hands, gun fu, scounger, bloody mess, better criticals, critical banker.

CARRYING CAPACITY: 230lbs (base of 200, 30lbs additional due to strength stat)

WEAPONS: primarily relies on a 10mm pistol for close range and a .50 sniper rifle for long range, as well as the use of tactical assault rifles, though is known to swap out guns as needed (mostly based on ammo) without issue. you can expect that he uses pipe pistols, submachine guns, and other weapons found in the wasteland.

with limited supplies, the luxury of a preferred weapon is not the same as pre-war. he is skilled in most combat weapons, including knives, as well as in hand-to-hand combat. throughout his time in the commonwealth, he has probably touched one of at least every gun or weapon out there. he also carries a combat knife and a switchblade.

on average, he typically carries a rotation of two close range weapons, one long range, and two combat weapons that are non-ammo reliant (such as the ripper or a knife).

as guns breakdown, become worn out, or damaged beyond repair, gevanni will scrap them for parts to upgrade new weapons. while he has his preferences, he has forced himself to become more skilled with weapons he did not favor pre-war, but had experience with.

TO BE NOTED: i typically play this verse in the mid-beginning around the middle of the game to give a lot of leniency for the plot to progress, as well as to allow gevanni that natural growth versus being met as a fully op bethesda mc, if that makes sense. i would say right around after concord but before getting into kellogg’s memories. this still allows for a lot of the content in fallout 4 to be accessible. i will play throughout this entire timeline, however, and will not only be playing mid-game content, but that’s where i’ll focus. given that this is meant to follow the bulk of fallout 4′s core story and lore, it does not mean that the verse has to entirely follow the game play-by-play. this verse has a lot of leniency, deriving instead from the game for a lot of its mechanics, restrictions, inspirations, and motives, but also allowing for a more open experience versus something more neat and streamlined.

ACTIVE COMPANIONS: dogmeat, currently a lone wanderer. occasionally travels with preston when needed, or nick when required (eventually choosing to journey with nick and dogmeat in tandem). has been known to travel with deacon for railroad business. he also traveled with danse for a short period of time.

currently has met - the mayor hancock of goodneighbor, piper of diamond city, the detective nick valentine, and preston garvey of the minutemen (now located in sanctuary*).

nick valentine being so interwoven with finding kellogg is a big reason why gevanni’s favoritism towards nick is so apparent.

he is on good terms with piper, finding her feisty, extroverted, and opinionated. their relationship is generally positive.

while jarring at first, gevanni adjusts to the ghouls of the commonwealth, much the same as he does synths. in fact, it is the acceptance of ghouls that allows gevanni to make the leap towards independent synth recognition of the third gen series. because of this, we can assume gevanni’s relationship with hancock is also rather positive, encouraging him to go more straightedge, but not entirely dissuading hancock to be himself. after all, hancock actively survived for years without gevanni’s interference. as gevanni is not a chem user, he does not push hancock to experiment, at least not with him.

he is always meeting the active companions of the commonwealth throughout this verse, so depending on thread, sometimes he might know / know of a companion, sometimes he might not (yet).

gevanni does do most of the required companion missions throughout his time in the commonwealth, all while pursuing his primary goal to find his son. you can expect that he got curie her body, for instance. i believe there could be potential romance with curie, but that is neither here nor there.

gevanni does not pursue much with companions like cate, allowing her to go off on her own after enabling her companion status.

he is obviously on good terms with deacon, seeing as they both work for the railroad. other companions like maccready, ada, etc are all generally left to their own devices after being “helped” by the sole survivor. gevanni does not keep close enough tabs to force them to do much of anything.

in most instances, at least for big picture stuff, he does generally have their support if needed, particularly in battle.

he is closest to dogmeat, nick, codsworth, deacon, preston, curie, and piper.

he does not side with porter gage in nuka world, seeing as gevanni actively liberates nuka world, hoping to get it back to its former glory as a settlement for the citizens of the commonwealth.

SANCTUARY: gevanni has no desire to return to sanctuary, walling off his house entirely, basically encapsulating it further to be “sealed in time.” from there, he suggests the minutemen move fully to the castle, eventually walling off sanctuary forever. while it is an inhabitable place, gevanni seeks to have that entire upper left-hand corner of the map. while he has isolated sanctuary, he did move all “scrappable” items from other houses, as well as the scrap from around the neighborhood, to the work station at the local red rocket that was once near his home.

LOCAL LEADER / SETTLEMENTS: the settlements that gevanni uses most prevalently, thus sending eventual supply lines to run between, are the red rocket (main), the outpost zimonja, the tafington boathouse, a brief supply line that only runs supplies from abernathy farm (the only inhabitants that live there are the abernathy family), the coastal cottage (a private settlement), the house in diamond city (eventually bought in hopes to have a home in the city for his son, no active supply line as it is in front of the market), and the starlight drive in.

the castle, while considered a settlement, becomes run solely by the minutemen, who gevanni helped “re-establish,” but encouraged preston himself to run as the eventual “general.” gevanni only held the general title until preston was willing to (forced to) take it on himself, having earned it rightfully.

he eventually creates a supply line with the nakano home for the far harbor section of his story, but does not actively turn the nakano home into a settlement, similar to abernathy farm. the nakano house becomes a tradeline.

for the most part, gevanni tends to occupy the more previously uninhabited (or inhabited by raiders) settlements for his reconstruction projects, leaving settlements that function on their own alone, instead just establishing trade routes and supply lines with them. bunker hill is another good example of this practice.

ALIGNMENTS: the minutemen (originally, see local leader for more, formerly “the general”), the railroad. nick is a major reason, along with my viewing the railroad as a supplement for the SPK, that gevanni chooses to side with synths and synth-sympathizers.

in the end, gevanni would choose to live his life with the synth version of his son, shaun. he would destroy the institute, allowing synths that has been already made and introduced to the world, or freed from the institute before its destruction, to live, while ceasing new synth production entirely.

notably: gevanni did a lot of work for the brotherhood of steel at first, finding a sort of soldier’s bond, commonality, and a nostalgia factor that made the idea of becoming an initiate enticing. eventually, however, he breaks ties with them, which leaves it open to whether or not they would have to be “chased out” of the commonwealth, would actively start a war with gevanni and his alignments, or would continue on their own business silently without his involvement ... or until their involvement becomes too great to ignore.

either way, there is likely a clash with the brotherhood, though i would imagine they would have definite interest in dismantling the institute, potentially creating a point of compromise between gevanni’s interests, the railroad, the minutemen, and the brotherhood all in order to favor a common goal of getting rid of the institute.

things would likely settle for a while, but eventually, the brotherhood would go back to trying to fulfill their original goals, but also still targeting synths post-destruction of the institute.

his involvement with danse became a strong friendship. by default, i believe we still could get the synth!danse reveal, with gevanni encouraging danse to follow the route (through some charisma) of being able to leave the brotherhood without being pursued for execution via elder maxson’s promise, find his own life in the commonwealth, and potentially have ties with the railroad (given his identity). he and gevanni do not pursue a romantic relationship, but have a “soldier’s bond.”

FAR HARBOR: TBA

NUKA WORLD: gevanni fully clears out nuka world, giving it back to the people of the commonwealth. he does not work with raiders, so this is pretty open / shut.

#/ * GEVANNI ( STEPHEN LOUD )#/ * HEADCANON #/ * VERSE ( FALLOUT 4 )#/ * VERSE ( THE SOLE SURVIVOR )#gif #gif //#ill probably add more to this or edit it later but #here it is for now

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spoopieere · 3 months

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(Click for better quality) - check it out on ur laptop tbh, looks way better.

HAPPY BELATED VALENTINES- ❤️❤️💕

I decided to draw Jesse and Preston being cute for the occasion ‼️‼️‼️

#My most colorful piece by far Hehehe #they deserve better yknow?#They-#Especially Preston #slasher #slashers #rottingcitrus #laid to rest #jesse cromeans #ChromeSkull #Preston #preston laid to rest #Crosses #Jesse x Preston #art #slasher fanart #slasher fandom #my art #artists on tumblr

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wsbhonni · 6 months

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Hi everyone!

So my friend Orange aka @spoopieere seems to have had their blog (suddenly) suspended.

Currently they are in the process of making a new blog, and cannot DM people yet!

They didn't want anyone to worry!!

#crosses #laid to rest #collectkin #the collector (2009)#the collector #slashers #asa emory #arkin O'Brien #FREE ORANGE 2023 #chromeskull #jesse cromeans #preston ltr #preston laid to rest

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spoopieere-the-second · 5 months

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I can’t believe this bruh wth- *AHAHSHHAHAH-*

(He probably saw all the stuff I drew about Jesse and Preston…)

#he saw…#oh my god #he saw…all of it #i’m going to explode #*explodes*#jesse cromeans #chromeskull #laid to rest #Preston #Preston laid to rest #crosses #slasher #slashers

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slasherbish · 1 year

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Woods Part 3

The sun had started to set and the rain was now a light drizzle. The temperature was also dropping. “How long until they come looking for you?” You asked wanting to know if you’d end up spending the night with a killer or not. “Tomorrow probably. Preston will be there. Ignore him he’s an idiot.” He responded. You pouted, the thought of staying the night in creepy woods with a killer that video taped everything made you shiver. Gathering your thoughts and emotions you realized you didn’t know his name, It seemed like at this point knowing each other's names would be okay. “Um my name is (y/n) by the way. What's yours?” you asked, now facing the disfigured man. “Jesse” his phone said. “It’s nice to meet you Jesse.” You said with a smile. Night fell quickly.

Your stomach growled loudly in the early morning hours. You had barely slept due to fear of what might happen. Jesse woke up to the sound of your stomach, making a confused look he raised his eyes to meet yours. “Oh I’m sorry my stomach woke you. It’s almost like I haven’t eaten in god knows how long since you kidnapped me.” You said with a hint of anger seeping in. A second later you realized you just basically yelled at a serial killer and covered your mouth with your hands in shock. You were about to apologize when his phone talked “You have bite. I like fire”

“I’m still sorry. I’m just so hungry and tired.” She said apologetically. His phone spoke up again “You would probably be a better addition than Preston” She tried to figure out what he meant and then it hit her “Are you offering me a job?” You asked. He only shrugged. At this point the sun was rising and out in the middle of nowhere it was a breathtaking view. You even smiled at the sight. Unknown to you your forced companion had noticed the smile, he thought it was a beautiful smile.

The two of you spent the morning rebuilding the fire and adding in anything that made it smoke more. You had come up with the idea of a smoke signal and Jesse was impressed at your thought process. He hadn’t thought about needing to signal your exact location since the phone by this time was nearly dead and not able to transmit it’s gps signal. The smoke signal rose high into the sky, it would be easy for a plane or helicopter to see from a distance.

Since neither of you had the survival skills to know which plants were edible you sat trying to make a small spear with the use of one of his knives and a stick. Since you were the faster of the two it would be your job to spear the animal. You were not looking forward to it. Jesse tried to reassure you that it would be okay since it’s for survival.

Finally you got the courage to try. It didn’t take long for you to find a lone rabbit grazing in a field. Doing your best you missed by a lot and the bunny left in a hurry. “Dammit” you cursed. Jesse silently chuckled at you. Even though it was a silent laugh due to him not being able to really make noise you could sense it and so you turned around giving him a death glare. The large man playfully put up his hands in mock defense. “Oh my gods you have a sense of humor” you said with a dramatic gasp.

He didn’t show it often but he did in fact have a softer side. At work it was necessary for him to be the stone cold stoic killer that he is, but in free time he was more relaxed and kind. He no longer saw you as his prey or a threat so he let the walls slip down for a bit. She was relieved that his mood had seemed to improve. After a few more tries you finally managed to kill a larger rabbit. With the brightest, most proud smile you had you held up the dead animal. Jesse clapped to show that he too was proud. He knew how to skin and cook the animal and so he did that half of the work.

By this time it was noon and the two of you sat happily eating the cooked rabbit. Just as the meal was finishing up you hear the sound of helicopters and ATV’s. Your eyes widen slightly in fear. Jesse easily sensed this and typed “It’s my company. Don’t tell anyone about me being nice.” the phone said as he put a small amount of sap onto his mask to act as a temporary adhesive. You frowned at this, his face was something you’d grown to like, it was friendly and kind. It pulled you back to reality that most people saw him as something monstrous. You wondered if his company even knew what he looked like.

A gun in your face snapped you from thoughts. In front of you was a man not as tall or intimidating as Jesse. He had black hair and a wicked smile. “Preston” the phone in Jesse’s hand said. “Oh you’re the annoying one J-Chromeskull was talking about.” Your face lit up as you realized this. The smile on Prestons face left in the blink of an eye, being replaced with a frown/scowl. “You little bitch!” He yelled in your face. You only giggled through your fear. This only angered him more. A woman walked up behind Preston and pushed him aside. It was clear he was the lowest on the food chain.

“Shut your mouth Preston. Jesse wants her alive.” The woman said calmly. Subconsciously you walked back and bumped into someone. “I..I’m sorry” you stuttered out turning around to see Jesse. The sudden arrival of thirty or so people was overwhelming. The woman eyed you before saying “My name is Spann, I work for Chromeskull.” She said. You nodded trying to collect yourself. “I’m (Y/n)” You managed to say. “I know” Spann said. Looking over the womans shoulder you could see a still angry Preston barking orders at the workers. Jesse put a large hand on your shoulder as reassurance.

“You have two options now that you know about this organization. We kill you or you work for us.” Spann gave you the ultimatum.

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What would Harper wish for the world after she dies? Who would she want her belongings given to? How would she want to be laid to rest? If she had the chance, what would she say to her loved ones before her passing? If she's in any positions of power, who would she want to take her place? How would she feel about her death?

[A holotape in Harper’s desk drawer, kept next to her case files and caps stash, bluntly labeled “Play this if I die”]

[Side A]

Hey, Nick. I guess we both know why you’re listening to this tape, so I’ll just get right into it.

If you can pull it off, I’d like to be cremated. Even without the Institute looming in the shadows, the world’s still full of crazies in lab coats. I’d feel better knowing they can’t use me for any sick experiments. I know you probably would, too. When you get the chance, I’d like if you could take and scatter my ashes off the coast. You don’t have to make a big production out of it, and I’d rather you didn’t. If Shaun wants to go, take him along. I don’t know how he’ll feel about it.

Speaking of Shaun, I…I know it’s a lot to ask of you, after you’ve already done so much for me, but please — take care of him? He can’t grow up, but as long as he’s got someone like you in his corner, I know he’ll find his purpose. I know he’ll be fine. I wouldn’t trust my son with just about anyone else in the Commonwealth.

I should have about 15,000 put away. Take 5000 and sit it aside for Shaun, so he can get his own place when he’s ready. I’m not sure when that will be — somehow I think he’ll know.

I want another 5000 to go to the Castle, and I’d feel better if you could hand-deliver it to General Garvey, please. He should be able to put it to good use for the settlements.

And the last 5000 is for you and Codsworth to split evenly. Should keep you both in spare parts for another century at least.

You and Shaun can go through my personal things together. I don’t know if Codsworth will want anything of mine, but if he does, let him go through it too. Take whatever you want, and let the rest go to any settlers that could use it.

[End of Side 1]

[Side 2]

I think that should settle my affairs all right. If you could, please, give my regards to Piper Wright. Tell her it’s been a pleasure to work with her, and I’m proud of her and Nat both.

If you can get a message to my old chums from the Railroad, just keep it simple: “Whisper out, good luck to you all.”

Tell General Garvey — Preston — I’m mighty proud of him. Was glad to follow wherever he led. My heart’s easy knowing he’s watching over the Commonwealth.

If you can find Ada, just tell her it’s been good to know her.

Tell Codsworth that I thank him for his outstanding service and for helping me when I was at my lowest. I couldn’t have made it this far without him.

Shaun is getting his own tape, but…tell him I love him, always. Present tense, please.

And Nick. Whatever happened…don’t take it on yourself. I want to be a happy memory, not a burden. Don’t try to avenge me, if that applies. That’s not the move. And either way, don’t let yourself be consumed by what-ifs.

Everything is how it had to be. Don’t blame yourself. Don’t be angry. Just be you. Just go on being your extraordinary self. The Commonwealth needs you to do that. I need you to do that. And I know you can.

This…world, took so damn much from me —

[Harper’s voice becomes choked. She pauses.]

But by God, it gave me you. And as long as there’s still you, and folks like you, I think everything will turn out okay in the end. I really do.

…I love you, Nick. So much.

[A sniffle.]

So much.

[End of Side 2]

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