#downthatroad

[saltyspitfire]

“ it’s a little loud.”

"Yeah, that's Jake out there fiddlin' with some damn thing," Holly frowned as she spoke, leaning to peer out the window to make sure he still had all his limbs and had not yet maimed himself. He seemed to be in once piece, for which she was glad, but the frown remained.

She sighed, "You kind of get used to it, but I'll holler at him to keep it down in a minute."

[whatwastelanders]

Kid meme: Levi/Holly

[Prompt] 

Name: Finnegan “Finn” Duran Rose O’Rourke Gender: MaleGeneral Appearance: Short, black hair, warm brown eyes, brightest smile this side of the Commonwealth. Usually wearing “hand-me-downs” or well-worn clothing. Prefers comfort over style. Likes hats and hooded shirts/jackets. Personality: Optimistic, if a little quiet. Prone to excitability if spoken to about subjects or interests that he likes or knows a lot about. Patient, tolerant, generous, eager to help. Would happily give the shirt off his back to someone in need without hesitation.Special Talents: Brightening someone’s day; also has a talent with repair - be it building/carpentry or weapon/mechanic related.Who they like better: HollyWho they take after more: LeviPersonal Headcanon: Life in the ‘Wealth is full of hardships and loss. It’s a known fact. One that nine-year-old Finn learned early in life when his parents lost their lives. It was fortunate for him that a trader and a former Regulator happened by his family home on their way back from a successful scavving haul and came across the young boy.Without hesitation, Holly and Levi encouraged Finn to take from his home what he would want most and join them on their way to Tidings, where he would be safe and fed. It was at Tidings that he was raised - by the settlement as a whole, but most specifically by the original pair who had found him. He formed strong relationship with both of his second parental figures, but most closely bonded with Holly over their similar losses in life.Once he was of age, he joined the Minutemen in order to help people like himself - folks who had lost too much and just needed a hand to hold onto while they healed and found their way.

Faceclaim: John Boyega

[agoldenchain]

(Jake) 👎 (if you wanna?)

“Weedy little fucker, isn’t he? That the freelancer’s son, maybe? Kid better pray he sprouts fast. Nothing makes your balls drop quicker than a rival merc with a chip on his shoulder and a .45 against your temple, but by then it’s too late.”

[whiskeysighs-a]

(Jake) Go blow your dad, you mullet-wearing asshole!

Starters – It ChapterOne (2017)

“Wow, you showedhim. How about you kick him in the dick next time. I’m sure it’d work better.”

[saltyspitfire]

(Levi) “I knew what I was getting into.”

"Yeah, well we ain't about to let you get into it by yourself, " Matthew moved up next to Levi, "Won't hurt to have some back up. Wanna fill us in?"

[saltyspitfire]

(Jake) “This beats cleaning duties ANY day of the week.”

After Starling and Grant had brought Greta and the other animals back to Tidings, several weeks passed before anyone realized that the sow was very likely pregnant. She grew progressively larger and larger as time went by. And without knowing for sure when her time might be, there was little to be done except keep a close eye on her until she began to show signs of farrowing. 

Once the first piglet was born, and seemed healthy, Holly had run to fetch both Jake and Jay so that they could see the rest of the litter. By the end, there were eight shiny black piglets squirming around in the hay beside the sow.

Holly smiled, quietly delighted by Jake’s reaction, and nodded, “Yeah, there ain’t nothin’ quite like watchin’ animals come into the world. Long as it goes well, anyhow. Hopefully she’ll let us handle ‘em some in a few days, then we’ll get a count of males ‘n females.”

[saltyspitfire]

the bearer of bad news [ grant - jake]

downthatroad: [ x ] 

Ever since Holly had gone off scavenging with Matthew and Grant, Jake had spent nearly every waking moment at her cabin: playing with Mable and making sure Beatrice and her tiny cats were happy and warm.

He was currently laying on his stomach, Mable curled up on the floor beside him and a comic long forgotten on the couch, as he watched the babies wriggle around next to their mother, either trying to find a more comfortable spot to lay or getting ready to fill their small bellies with milk. He was very careful not to bother them too much - Holly had said that Bea might move them if she thought they were getting too much attention - but the mama cat didn’t seem concerned with him sitting quietly by and observing. It was the only time the boy wasn’t bouncing around chattering a mile a minute.

The sudden voice made him jerk, and Jake turned over, confused by the appearance of Grant. It took less than a second for him to realize what was happening: Grant was about to deliver bad news. Very bad news. Both of your parents dying allowed a kid to pick up on the body language of someone who had something terrible to tell you, and Grant was exhibiting all of them.

It was just as Jake stood, brows furrowing with deep concern, that he realized what the news as going to be about: Holly and Matthew. Neither were with Grant, and Jake’s heart and stomach felt like they had plummeted to the floor below his feet.

Not again. Please, not again.

Tears had already begun to sting his eyes as he moved to sit at the table with Grant, and he reached for Mable for comfort, trying his best to keep a neutral face as he did. Instead, his expression was pained: concerned, anxious, upset. Jake didn’t say anything - he didn’t want to. Wasn’t sure he’d be able to. At least not until Grant told him what was going on.

The moment Jake looked at him, Grant’s gut twisted in a knot, and he knew he’d gone about this the wrong way. He’d scared him. Maybe he ought to have let Levi tell him, or have brought Starling with him after all, she was of a gentler nature and better at offering comfort. He was too blunt and clumsy with his words to be any good at this, but it was too late to go back now. 

Still, he wasn’t sure how to go about this, how much to tell him, what to leave out. Jake seemed like the kind of kid who want to know everything, but how do you share such brutality with someone so young? He quickly pulled a chair out and sat across from Jake, placing a hand gently on the boy’s shoulder.

“Holly got hurt day before yesterday,” he began quietly, hoping a soft tone might somehow cushion the news, “She’s alright. She’s alive. Me ‘n Matthew got her to Diamond City, got a doctor lookin’ in on her. But uh...it’s gonna be a few days before she an travel. A week maybe, we ain’t real sure. Matthew stayed behind to take care of her, asked me to come back and let everyone know what was goin’ on.”

[saltyspitfire]

(Jake) “You’re not in bed. I came looking for you.”

Holly looked back at Jake, surprised to see him up so late. The fact that Grant had brought him along to Diamond City still made her anxious. It was too far, and Jake had not needed to see her in such sorry shape. Admittedly, she imagined it would have been near impossible to get him to stay put, and it had felt good to see him. She offered a tired smile.

“I’m alright,” she said quietly, her breath forming a light silver cloud in the cold night air. She hugged her coat around her a little tighter, “Gets awful stuffy inside, just wanted some fresh air. You oughta go back in though, it’s cold out here.”