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@boltchased
PINNED. — ❝ i loved a flower so much that, instead of plucking it, i left it alone. ❞
an independent portrayal of chris wells, an original character based within the fallout universe. selective. 21+ only. follow backs come from wandercr.
written by sky. ( 27, she/her )
— ♡ site.
affiliates: @shadowatmorning
blogroll: wandercr ♡ nuclearbinds ♡ lonedaughters
chris cannot read very well. on top of only being taught the very basics, he, unknowingly, has dyslexia. it's something that both frustrates and embarrasses him and is one of the few flaws he will attempt to cover up in scenarios where he fears it might affect him socially or professionally.
he's excellent at following visual cues in manuals and learns really well when actually shown how to do something, but he's not likely to glean much from reading instructions.
i don't know that i've ever mentioned it outright, but chris's canonical best friend (outside of el, if you factor her in ig) is my nate!
"I know precisely what that expression says, my friend, and what you need to overcome it." Vadim summoning over a Diamond City era Chris ,
the way every muscle in chris's body aches today, he feels like he should be crawling back to the dugout inn. the folks in the upper stands keep him busy with maintenance requests — some legitimate, plumbing and structural issues, and some just ann codman wanting her couch moved to a different part of her living room. ( again. ) but caps are caps, even if they come attached to thinly veiled insults about his own lack of wealth.
at vadim's greeting, he smiles weakly at the other man. he longs to go back to his room for a much-needed nap, but he's been keeping to himself since his break-up with vanessa, and he knows people are starting to notice.
it's better not to worry them.
“ do i wanna know what my expression says? ” chris asks, forcing more energy into his voice than he thought he had lingering in his body. how he used to climb all over megaton to fix pipes, he'll never know. he settles onto a barstool, gingerly setting his toolbox on the floor beside him, one booted foot balanced atop it.
@shadowatmorning said: how do you take your coffee?
“ lately? cold, apparently, ” chris replies, before draining the last dregs of his coffee, chilled from being forgotten throughout the morning. he glances up at celia from his seat at the rickety table. he's nestled in a corner of the cafeteria, some hastily scribbled plans spread in front of him. “ but usually ... black. i'm only in it for the caffeine. ” he smiles at her, lowering his mug back down to the table with a quiet clank.
“ that's not a very celia-esque question, ” he continues, cocking his head at her. his eyes glimmer with amusement. “ are you sick? ”
in case you ever wonder what i'm up against, everyday i have to wake up and remember brandon did some sort of zombie apocalypse / post-apocalyptic short, and it never saw the light of fucking day 😔
𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐀𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭 - Redone
Send a letter and I will respond with a headcanon about the ns/fw topic that corresponds to it!
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex) B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) C = Cum (where does your muse prefer to cum/have someone cum) D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?) F = Favorite position (this goes without saying) G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.) H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect) J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon) K = Kink (one or more of their kinks) L = Location (favorite places to do the do) M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.) S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?) T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character) X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?) Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
"I assure you that you are in the minority of those I have known." even in more abstract ways, every member of the Institute fought tooth and nail to lay their own legacies for well beyond their lifespans. the majority of her men, Celia was likewise certain, would gladly take a serum to live longer, let alone forever; she had watched at least one of them actively pursue ghoulhood before dying from their idiotic, unrefined use of radiation.
"the key there is obviously to never care about anyone, then." though she is determined to maintain a cool detachment from the conversation and from Chris, there is no hiding the upward twitch of her lips and mischief in her golden gaze as she looks to him. "and to be made with purpose, rather than by the messy, unpredictable reproduction of humans."
“ ah, that's where i went wrong, ” he replies, faking a grimace and a long-suffering sigh. “ i was wondering. ” the dramatics disappear as quickly as they came, an easy smile appearing back on chris's lips.
“ and i have plenty of purpose, thank you, ” he says, narrowing his eyes playfully at celia. “ houses don't put themselves back together. ” he tilts his head side-to-side as he considers the latter part of her statement. “ messy and unpredictable reproduction is probably right, though, i'll give you that. ” he scratches at the day-old stubble growing along his jaw, his mouth twisting pensively.
“ so, your purpose hasn't changed? even without the institute? ”
depending on how season 2 goes, i do quite like the idea of chris kind of ending up as public enemy #1 because of whatever the fuck happened to the strip
chris is so sweet and optimistic and kind that i sometimes forget, at his core, he's a lonely and confused boy who's spent his whole life wanting to be loved without pain and strings attached
✱ ˚｡⋆ ↪ MORBID CURIOSITY ... [ REMASTERED ] ( a collection of various original dialogue prompts centered around asking questions. adjust phrasing / gendered terms as necessary. )
give that to me! where did you find this?!
do you drink coffee or tea?
sorry– am i crazy, or have we met before?
do you trust me enough to close your eyes?
when were you planning on telling me?
at the risk of being a cliché, do you want to get out of here?
can i convince you to stay the night?
do i look like someone who knows what that means?
would you consider giving me a second chance?
do you really think that's helpful right now?
would you mind showing me around?
do you ever plan on forgiving yourself?
are you thinking what i'm thinking?
can we ... go out and do something crazy?
why are we whispering?
who exactly are you, anyways?
can't we just be civil for a minute?
does the past ever keep you up at night?
if you have nothing to hide, what's the problem?
how long has it been since i saw you last, [ name ]?
did the power just go out?
are we still doing the thing where we pretend not to care?
how should we celebrate?
can we just ... start over?
why is this so important to you?
how was i supposed to know that?!
do you want me to stay? it doesn't have to mean anything.
where are you? nobody's heard from you.
can you help me zip this up?
why do these things always happen to me?
you don't secretly hate me, right?
can i get you something to eat? –or drink?
ready to see what i've been working on?
where have you been disappearing off to?
what's that perfume you're wearing?
you're laughing?! do you really think this is funny?
are you planning to stay for dinner?
did you think it was going to be easy?
you see where you went wrong, don't you?
when did we become so cold and distant?
who are you working for?
did you really do all of this for me?
can i open my eyes yet?
haven't you heard the stories?
[ name ], what are you doing here?
what's it gonna take for you to trust me?
do you believe people can change?
how about we catch the ten o'clock showing?
don't you remember what happened last time?
why is it so unbelievable that i'd want to help you?
you're [ name ], aren't you?
who did this to you?!
how did you know i'd be here?
what's that supposed to mean?
do you think i'm irredeemable?
what kind of mess have you gotten us into?!
do you see anything you like?
what do i owe you for the food?
why won't this stupid thing work?!
does tonight really have to end?
holy shit. can you believe we really pulled that off?!
i can tell you're upset, [ name ]. what happened?
how long have you been standing there?
do you ever wish you could just ... run away?
haven't we been here before?
wait, shush ... did you hear that?
did i miss today's newsletter or something?
can we put our differences aside for a second?
what are you getting out of this, exactly?
you'd tell me if something was wrong, right?
are you willing to bet on it?
would you kill for me?
what made you think that was okay?!
do you believe people can change?
what's the worst thing you've ever done?
you were going to leave without saying goodbye?
[ name ], can you sit up for me?
can i kiss you?
where are your keys? you're not driving like this.
how's life been treating you?
where have you been?!
aren't we supposed to be alone tonight?
aw, has someone had a little too much to drink?
where are you going with this?
are we really doing this right now?
have you eaten today?
can i crash here for the night?
how did you learn to lie so well?
can i at least buy you a drink?
where should i meet you?
is that ... blood?!
are you trying to make me jealous right now?
what’s your problem? you're acting weird.
[ name ], you're ... real, right?
where’s your sense of adventure?
do you like horror movies?
what are you trying to prove?
can you give me a ride?
do you have any idea what you've done?
shouldn't you answer that?
why should i be the one to calm down?
have you been up all night?
why are you lying to me?
is that my [ jacket / hoodie / shirt ]?
what are you so afraid of?
do you want to grow old with me?
you’re gonna walk away from this?
are you nervous? your hands are shaking.
where am i supposed to go?
how many fingers am i holding up?
you want me to just walk away from this?
[ name ], slow down– what's wrong?!
are you embarrassed of me?
what's that smell? something's burning.
how can i make it up to you?
why can't you stay out of it?
is this some kind of trick?
come on, what do you have to lose?
do you ever still think of me?
idiot. why didn't you tell me?!
can we stop and think about this rationally?
how long has it been since you’ve slept?
what's your ideal first date?
are you ready to tell me the truth?
i almost died, and you're laughing?
what do you mean, "sort of"?
can we just stay like this forever?
when can i see you again?
can we put this behind us?
oh ... you thought of me first?
where did you learn to do that?
oh my god, are you bleeding?!
where are you? nobody’s heard from you.
[ name ], are you drunk?
how can i make this go away?
someone's jumpy today. are you feeling okay?
are we safe here?
what can i do to convince you?
what could possibly go wrong?
you have no idea who i am, do you?
how do you really feel about me?
why can't you look me in the eyes?
did you know you talk in your sleep?
were you following me?
can we just pretend this never happened?
are you just barely getting home?
are you even listening to me right now?!
where does it hurt? can you show me?
are you trying to get yourself killed?!
how about we just forget the world exists?
how long have you been keeping this from me?
were you ever going to tell me?
what do you make of this?
[ name ], what the hell?!
can we just be honest with each other, here?
are you trying to keep me a secret?
why does your story keep changing?
how long have you known?
it can't be that bad, right?
are you happy? i mean, really happy?
isn't this place amazing?
did i interrupt something?
how am i supposed to trust you?
are they still following us?
are you fucking serious?
do you remember our first kiss?
can we take a break for a minute?
how about we disappear for awhile?
you're going to walk away from this?
can you please just cut the crap?!
why didn't you tell me you were hurt?
how can i make this go away?
can you just look at me, please?
is there anything i can do to change your mind?
do you ever stop talking?
that depends. are you done lying to me?
are you sure this is legal?
how do you take your coffee?
can you keep your voice down?
why does your phone keep buzzing?
finally finished chris's canon connections page
"I don't know, I think he got me pretty good. If ...I don't know, someone hadn't found me and put me in that Auto-Doc, I think Benny would've succeed. Speaking of--" West parted his hair near his forehead, a smaller more surgical scar nearly unnoticeable from years gone by and the way his hair had grown back.
"You know anything about this? The Auto-Doc told me I was missing brain, dude. Like what the fuck?" West laughed, a little too hard, a touch of mania behind it before he started coughing. A deep chesty cough, almost like smoker's cough, though he'd quit that shit long ago.
"Sorry--" West took a hard swig of his beer. "Fucking red cloud." He took a few slower shorter breathes, smiling sheepishly. "Can't get too excited. But thanks, you know. For letting me help. I figure backup can't hurt. Benny's got his fucking tablemen or whatever he calls them."
his eyebrows raise at the scar west shows him, his head cocking to the side as he considers it. there'd been a time, he knows, when west and eliana went their separate ways, and considering neither of them ever mentioned him having any sort of surgery back in the vault ...
“ sorry, buddy, ” chris replies. “ doesn't ring any bells, but that doesn't sound good. have you seen an actual doctor? ” he takes a sip of his own beer, concern written in the creases of his face. part of him wonders if he should try and get in touch with eliana, let her know that her brother is ... well, intact, if not entirely okay. she's probably still with the brotherhood, and his connections to the caravan systems that traverse from coast-to-coast aren't too bad. he could probably get a letter to her. he shakes his head to clear the thought. memory problems or not, west is a grown man; if he wants to reconnect with his sister, it's up to him.
“ the chairmen, yeah, ” he says. nodding. “ it doesn't sound like they helped him, though. the folks in goodsprings said he had two great khans with him. i wonder why? ”
