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A Holiday Surprise (closed w/ selfmedicatingmayor)

selfmedicatingmayor:

the-perfect-scientist :

Carlos grinned at him. “Oh, of course – your enigmatic being and charismatic personality are far too apparent to not consider,” he teased, and he leaned in to give Hancock another peck. “The Vault has population standards… only so many kids for the next generation can be made due to the amount of resources to go around. If I wasn’t going to do it because I couldn’t find a partner, someone else was gladly going to take the chance.” He shrugged slightly. “I really thought I just wasn’t going to get along with anyone well enough. I had friends, of course, but… that sort of thing didn’t click with us. Doesn’t mean I didn’t try though.”

“Hmm, maybe you were meant to be up here with us wastelanders.” He suggested with a soft smile as he reached over to place a hand on his leg, giving a little squeeze. “I for one am very happy you ended up here. I’m glad I got to meet you, sweetheart, my life’s a hell of a lot better with you in it.”

Carlos smiled again. He set down his chopsticks to take Hancock’s hand in this. “I’m so glad to have met you too,” he said. “More than just that… God knows what would have happened to me without you.” Carlos brought Hancock’s hand up to his mouth and kissed the top of it, not breaking eye-contact with him. “This might not mean much to you, but… Merry Christmas, Han. This is my second Christmas out here, but it feels so much more like the real thing this time around. With you, I mean.”

Food for the Soul (closed w/ selfmedicatingmayor)

selfmedicatingmayor:

the-perfect-scientist :

Carlos looked at him. “I’m guessing you’ve never had the opportunity to see a film, huh?” he asked. “I’ve only seen working cars from the film archives in the Vault. It all looks so flashy and calm – being able to travel great distances in relative leisure, a great big rumbling machine under you… I thought it looked great. You’re not the only one who wonders what it really was like. It seems like it was definitely taken for granted back then, before the war.”

Carlos turned back to carefully unscrew just about anything he saw, dropping screws and small pieces into the bowl one by one.

“Eh, not so much. Don’t really have a working television and I dunno how to watch anything on my terminal, so it’s uh…. it’s pretty much just books for me.” He shrugged, idly picking at a thread sticking out from the knee of his pants as he watched Carlos work. “Maybe sometime you can get somethin’ runnin’ so we can watch some shit, huh? That could be our next project, heh.”

Carlos laughed. “That would be kinda fun,” he admitted. “But to find any intact film reels… I wonder if it’s possible. After we work on the turret system, if you want.” Carlos removed the next casing – one that covered a large bar of metal that led from the board toward the fan. “This part right here – the funny-shaped bit of solid metal – it leads heat from the mainboard over to the fan here so that the fan can drive the heat out of the terminal.”

A Holiday Surprise (closed w/ selfmedicatingmayor)

selfmedicatingmayor:

the-perfect-scientist :

Carlos smiled sheepishly at him. “You’re too kind,” he said softly. “And really… I could ask the same thing. I thought I’d be one of those guys who never got with anyone. You live with only forty people in a vault, it’s highly likely that you won’t be compatible with anyone.”

“Only forty people? Shit man, that’d make me crazy.” He chuckled, shaking his head a bit. Sure, settlements around the Commonwealth weren’t very big, but at least there were other places to go and other people to see. Hell, in Goodneighbor alone there were more than forty people at any given time. “That sounds like a sad life, man. I mean…. well, I’d think you’d end up having to get with someone at some point just to keep the population goin’ if that place is supposed to survive, but shit man…. maybe ya actually lucked out gettin’ stuck up here, there’s hundreds of folks to choose from–– and most importantly me, heh.”

Carlos grinned at him. “Oh, of course – your enigmatic being and charismatic personality are far too apparent to not consider,” he teased, and he leaned in to give Hancock another peck. “The Vault has population standards… only so many kids for the next generation can be made due to the amount of resources to go around. If I wasn’t going to do it because I couldn’t find a partner, someone else was gladly going to take the chance.” He shrugged slightly. “I really thought I just wasn’t going to get along with anyone well enough. I had friends, of course, but… that sort of thing didn’t click with us. Doesn’t mean I didn’t try though.”

A Holiday Surprise (closed w/ selfmedicatingmayor)

selfmedicatingmayor:

the-perfect-scientist :

Carlos smiled at him. “I like spoiling you when I can,” he
told the ghoul as he sat down beside him with his own bowl and chopsticks. “And
I actually didn’t go anywhere. While I was bartering with Daisy and giving her
some orders to fill, I asked if she could have one of her runners pop into
Diamond City for a couple bowls of noodles.” He gently nudged Hancock’s elbow
affectionately and then just decided to lean in and kiss his cheek.

“Heh, well, I have to say, that’s a first.” Hancock smiled, giving Carlos a little nudge back then turning his head to intercept the cheek kiss with a proper kiss instead. “You’re sweet. What did I ever do to get lucky enough to find you, hmm? I don’t deserve such a good guy.”

Carlos smiled sheepishly at him. “You’re too kind,” he said softly. “And really… I could ask the same thing. I thought I’d be one of those guys who never got with anyone. You live with only forty people in a vault, it’s highly likely that you won’t be compatible with anyone.”

Food for the Soul (closed w/ selfmedicatingmayor)

selfmedicatingmayor:

the-perfect-scientist :

“This will do great – I can tell which screws go where,”
Carlos told him, giving him a smile. “Thanks!” He started to undo screws on the
piece and dropped them into the bowl.

“About the cars… I get sad because they don’t run. Now they’re just miniature nuclear reactors
waiting to go off because they can’t be properly contained. And without working
parts… they’re of course completely useless.”

“Oh, I gotcha.” He shrugged, not quite getting what the issue was, but he assumed if he was as smart as the other man was, he’d probably feel the same way. As it was, Hancock saw cars more as a means to find quick cover or simply an annoying obstacle to climb over than anything. “I wonder sometimes what it was like back then, everyone drivin’ around in shit like that, but then I see one explode and I don’t mind so much that I don’t get to ride around in one, I’d rather keep all my remaining parts attached, heh.”

Carlos looked at him. “I’m guessing you’ve never had the opportunity to see a film, huh?” he asked. “I’ve only seen working cars from the film archives in the Vault. It all looks so flashy and calm – being able to travel great distances in relative leisure, a great big rumbling machine under you… I thought it looked great. You’re not the only one who wonders what it really was like. It seems like it was definitely taken for granted back then, before the war.”

Carlos turned back to carefully unscrew just about anything he saw, dropping screws and small pieces into the bowl one by one.

Into the Gallery (closed w/brutallyartistic)

brutallyartistic:

the-perfect-scientist:

Coming into the old city had been a bad idea, Carlos
decided, as he ran through the streets along the river. A pack of raiders had
caught sight of him and were now after him like a pack of wolves after a rabbit
who didn’t even have a god-damn gun!

He wondered about jumping over the wall and hiding out in
the trash piled along the polluted banks of the river. But he was toting so
much scrap that it would be too difficult, and if he were to just drop the bag
they might be able to figure out where he went.

His legs were getting tired and had to stop sometime. Carlos
saw a mailbox and an overturned picnicking table and he went for it. As soon as
he sat down he regretted his choice, but it was too late – he could hear
footsteps coming.

@brutallyartistic

Pickman had been stalking this gang for a while now, killing them one by one and leaving his calling cards in order to draw more to the area to investigate. He did this with all the gangs who wandered into the area and had found it to be the most effective strategy. However, sometimes they grew bored of investigating or simply decided it wasn’t worth the risk so he would have to come out and try to draw them back in. 

That’s what he’s doing now, making his way towards where he believes they had established a makeshift base. However, he stops when a figure cowering behind a picnic table catches his attention. Most of the time, he would go about his business, but maybe this guy was running from those raiders… 

“Excuse me?” He approaches the man slowly. “What are you hiding from?” 

Carlos actually jumped with a small yelp and stared up at the man who approached. At first he wondered why someone would be wearing a suit out in the wastes, but then he found his voice. “Y- RUN!“ he hissed. “There’s raiders coming! You need to get somewhere safe!”

selfmedicatingmayor:

the-perfect-scientist :

Carlos smiled a bit at the kiss on the cheek. It always gave
him little tingles when Hancock kissed him. Every
time.

Carlos got up and went to the bedroom to grab his clothes –
for now just a set of boxers and his undershirt.  He thought for a moment but then also
searched for a pair for Hancock. Though what he found, distressed him a little
bit – Hancock’s briefs obviously had seen better days… maybe twenty years ago.
They were clean just… not white. Carlos decided to go grab another pair of his
instead for Hancock before heading to the bathroom, making a mental note to
find out Hancock’s waist size and seeing about ordering some from Daisy.

Carlos poked his head in and smiled over at Hancock. “Hey.”

“Hey there, sunshine.” Hancock greeted with a smile as Carlos entered. The bath was about half full already and the ghoul was in the process of undressing, his sash wadded up on the floor and shirt unbuttoned and hanging open. “You ready? I uh, I feel like I should probably let ya know somethin’. A lotta shit changed when I went ghoul and things…… ain’t so pretty down there. I just don’t want it to be a surprise, y’know? Feel like a little warning is better than just letting you find out by seeing it, some folks find it off-putting.”

At first Carlos was confused about what Hancock might be talking about. But then he remembered – Hancock had told him once a while ago. Just once, though – he didn’t actively talk about it of course.

Carlos put the clean clothes on a counter and walked up to take Hancock’s hands. “I know, Han… you told me. Honestly I’m not sure how I’ll react, but I promise I’m still with you.” He leaned in to press a kiss to the corner of the ghoul’s mouth and lingered, waiting a moment for Hancock to react.

Carlos had tried to imagine it, of course: what Hancocks’ pelvis might look like without certain… bits. But ultimately, he was sure he had been imagining wrong and would just have to wait and actually see what they were working without. He’d try his damnest to be respectful and supportive – the absolute last thing he wanted was to make Hancock feel self-conscious or inadequate in any way.

multipliicity:

the-perfect-scientist:

Carlos held the straps of his bags tightly as he followed O’Connor
out of the bar.

He really liked this gentleman. He was one of the nicest
people Carlos had met in the Commonwealth. God, he hoped that his upcoming job
would turn out alright.

“Where are you headed after this?” Ronan asks, lighting up another cigarette once they were outside, now leading Carlos to the shop. “Or do you not have anywhere in mind?” 

@the-perfect-scientist​ 

Carlos shook his head. “Just… wherever I can find salvage,”
he said. “Though… coming to the city was a bit of a mistake. There’s raiders
and Gunners and Super Mutants everywhere – I don’t know how you guys live here.”

A Holiday Surprise (closed w/ selfmedicatingmayor)

selfmedicatingmayor:

the-perfect-scientist :

Carlos grabbed the chopsticks and a bowl in each hand before
turning to head over to the couch. He smiled at Hancock as he a bowl down in
front of him and offered a set of chopsticks to him – one of the closest
matching sets he could find.

“Thanks, sweetheart.” The ghoul replied as he took the chopsticks, before even taking a look at the food in front of him. When he finally looked down and noticed the noodles, his face lit up. “Oh shit, I didn’t even realize–– when’d you sneak off to get these? Thank you, sunshine, you spoil me, heh.”

Carlos smiled at him. “I like spoiling you when I can,” he
told the ghoul as he sat down beside him with his own bowl and chopsticks. “And
I actually didn’t go anywhere. While I was bartering with Daisy and giving her
some orders to fill, I asked if she could have one of her runners pop into
Diamond City for a couple bowls of noodles.” He gently nudged Hancock’s elbow
affectionately and then just decided to lean in and kiss his cheek.