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[danses-with-dogmeat]

Fallout Characters' Lover's Embrace Quotes -- Extras

(Original ask): Hello 😊 I absolutely adore everything you do for the characters you write for! You get the interactions and such perfect every time I read something new 💕 I have a personal headcanon, not full blown request if you don't want it to be, question for you. If you could romance the companions in New Vegas like in 4, what would some of their lovers embrace quotes be? I love how you think and can't wait to hear what ideas you have for any of the characters ❤ have a good day

So I didn't actually get any requests for these specific characters that I can remember, but I had this in my WIPs folder, and had a good time looking back on them, so here they are!

As always, if you would like me to add any characters to this, please let me know, and I'll be happy to 😊

Also, here's a link to my first Lover's Embrace Quotes post with the FO3 and FNV Companions.

Just a heads up, too, a bit of nsfw below the cut (nothing explicit, but definitely some implicit stuffs).

Fallout 4:

Codsworth: 

“Prepared to face the day, sir/madam?”

“Oh my, now that was exciting!” 

“Your hair, sir/miss. Allow me to fix it for you?” 

“Good morning, sir/madam!” 

“My, you are truly amazing, my sweet.” 

Deacon:

“Whoa, when did you get here?” 

“Up for one more round? No?... Yes?”

“Just another minute. Then we can kick some ass or whatever.”

“Gooood morning! And it is a beautiful day out in the Commonwealth, the weather is looking mighty fine in this– Oh, you’re up? Okay, just making sure.” 

“Up and at ‘em, right boss?” 

“Wow. That was fun.” 

Maxson:

“Sleep well?” 

“I’ll take that over morning drills any day. No, I don’t need you to tell Kells that.” 

“Head’s still swimming…” 

“Don’t make me get up, not yet.” 

“Damn… Incredible.” 

Nick:

“Can’t take my eyes off you….” 

“Ain’t I the luckiest synth there is?” 

“Say… where’d my cuffs get off to, doll? May need ‘em for later.” 

"Well, that's one way to get the coolant pumping." (I know this is already a line of his, but I mean come on. It's too good not to use)

“What do you say, about ready to go?” 

“That sure was somethin’, sweetheart.”

Sturges:

“Mornin’ gorgeous/handsome.” 

“Ain’t nothin’ better than wakin’ up like that.” 

“You really are incredible, you know that?” 

“What a perfect way to start my day… wakin’ up next to you.”

“*whistles* That was somethin,’ baby.”

X6-88:

“Good morning, ma’am/sir.” 

“Awake quite yet?” 

“Damn.” 

“Sleep well, ma’am/sir?”

“I… Didn’t know I could feel like that…” 

Fallout 3:

Mr. Burke: 

“I suppose there are worse ways to wake up.” 

“Care for some coffee?” 

“Just a moment more, sweet one.” 

“Ahh, you vixen/scoundrel.”

“Just turn over. It can’t be time yet.” 

Harkness: 

“Starting our day off right, I see.”

“It can’t really be time to get up, can it?” 

“Mm, good morning…”

“What’re you… Oh? Well, a few more minutes, then.” 

“Babe, have you seen my handcuffs?”

Sarah Lyons: 

“Up and at ‘em. Come on.” 

“Oh, good, you’re finally up.” 

“The others better not have heard us.” 

“Quit your groaning, it’s not that early.” 

“Best to have a shower after all that.” 

Fallout New Vegas:

Benny: 

“Ring-a-ding, baby. Time to rise.” 

“Easy there, squeeze. Save some for tonight.” 

“Can’t be time yet. Stay here awhile, lemme hold ya.” 

“Geeze baby, you wear me out.” 

“24-karate, pussy cat. Just platinum...” 

Colonel Hsu:  

"Right, then... Up we get."

“Well… that was an excellent performance. Top marks from me, private.”

“Rise and shine, love.” 

“Now that was worth waking for at this hour.” 

“Wish we had a few more moments…”

Joshua Graham:

“Just… divine.” 

“Care to pray with me this morning?” 

“Wake up, dear one.” 

“Praise be to Him who lights the sky…” 

“Ahh… still, your love heals me.” 

Ulysses: 

"Be slow, beloved. We can take our time."

“Another sunrise…”

“Time to wake.” 

“So… It wasn’t a dream. Hm.” 

*huffing* “Need another rest after that.” 

Victor: 

“Shoo, didn’t know you had that in ya.” 

“Where to today, pardner?”

“You look like I dug ya outta that grave again, hehe. Only teasin’.”

“Well, how-dy.” 

“Mornin,’ pardner. How’d you sleep?” 

Vulpes:

“Awake at last? Good.” 

“Mm. Expect the same from me tonight, courier.” 

“Ave, amica mea.” 

“Ah, to hear my name sound from your lips… A fine sound this morning.” 

“Expergiscimini. The sun has risen.” 

Yes Man: 

“Wow, Six, that was the best way to start the day!”

“I sure am glad to have you by my side.” 

“Rise and shine!” 

“What a great morning it is!”

“Boy, that sure was fun! Ready to make a difference today?” 

[irl-loading-screens]

[mageswithcats]

npcs when after meeting my ocs:

[atombombkaytee]

The Rad Tournament

I'm running the ultimate ghoul bracket tournament to decide who is our overarching winner and most loved ghoul in the ENTIRE Fallout series. Here's the master list for voting: Round 1 - Mix (Fallout 76, Fallout Amazon Series, Fallout 1/2) Round 1 - Fallout 3 Round 1 - Fallout New Vegas Round 1 - Fallout 4

******** Round 2 - Mix (Fallout 76, Fallout Amazon Series, Fallout 1/2) Round 2 - Fallout 3 Round 2 - Fallout New Vegas Round 2 - Fallout 4 ******** Round 3 - Mix (Fallout New Vegas, 76, Amazon series) Round 3 - Fallout 3 Round 3 - Fallout 4 ******** Semi-Semi Finals

Semi Finals

Finals Please take part in the voting and ✨repost the posts✨ so that more people see them, and may the best ghoul win! (picture for your attention hehe..)

[badkarma1998]

I'm replaying Fallout 3, and I'm thinking about the lone wanderer (specifically Liz yes, but also like the character as a whole, specifically a neutral/good playthrough that activates project purity under the brotherhood's control) and how they must feel about Project Purity durring the course of/in the aftermath of the main questline.

Like imagine, theres this idea that is so much bigger than you. This impossible dream that the greatest minds left to the shattered remnants of society all collectively poured every possible resource into, in the hopes of a better future.

Then you were born and everything came to a screeching hault.

Like yes, it had problems and shortcomings before your birth, but if you hadn't been born, how much sooner would the G.E.C.K. have been found? Would the Enclave had been ready to swoop in on the whole thing? How instrumental would your mother's contributions been if she hadn't died?

Every NPC involved will blatantly confirms that the project fell apart because Catherine died and James left. Catherine died because of your birth, and James left because he had to protect you.

Then, to add insult to injury, you stop being more important than the dream.

Yeah, your dad says he left you in the vault so you would be safe, but he's been obsessively tinkering with the idea of Project Purity the whole time. He was doing experiments, he roped Jonas in on it, he hacked the Overseer's computer over it. Sure, your saftey was important in the immediate aftermath of your mother's death, but were you as a person ever really more important to your dad than his dream of clean water? If you were, then how could he leave you? How could he keep it from you for 19 years? How could he think his departure wouldn't ruin your life? How could he die for it so easily after all the effort you went through to get him back after he abandoned you?

The immense guilt and betrayal and anger the Lone Wanderer must feel everytime they see clean water.

Of course they would finish the work their parents left undone. Of course they would see to fruition the dream they were abandoned over more than once. After all, it would save so many lives. After all they have to make up for the lives lost or put on hold for the 19 years they stole from the project. If it was worth dying for, if it was worth leaving a child over, if it was worth the heartache and suffering of a lost teenager, then surely it was worth seeing to the end.

Just some lil thoughts :3

[v41entine]

hello im playing fo4 again n wanna do a goodneighbor start run <3

(i recently found out starting in goodneighbor means irma and amari will let you explore your OWN memories instead of kellogg's memories, which then leads to irma telling you to find nick valentine ‼️)

[yesiplaygamez]

when you go afk in a game:

npc

[dykedvonte]

They should have a faction or community in fallout that is made up of ghouls turning feral. It would be interesting to see the process and perhaps how the ghouls cope with the fact this is happening to them.

[nukacourier]

so is it not common knowledge that Flak and Shrapnel from fo3 are canonically a gay couple or something because I never see anyone talk about them

[r0bee]

have said it before I think but the fallout 3 fandom isn’t nearly gay enough in the lesbian direction for me. Get that man out of my face NOW

[devileaterjaek]

[danses-with-dogmeat]

G is for -- Gob

My sweet, sweet Gob 🥺

There's a reason his is so long 😅 I could write for this lovely guy forever <3

I hope y'all enjoy this one!

And here is the 2k event masterlist, for your browsing pleasure!

Also, just a little TW for brief mentions of abuse.

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Pair: Gob x g/n! Lone

Dialogue: "I don't care if someone sees."

Word: Gush

Rating: SFW - but suggestive in some areas 😅

Category: Fluff

Word Count: 1.9k

“Get over yourself,” Lone scoffed good-naturedly at the bartender across the counter. “Gob here can make a proper drink out of anything, you really– you wouldn’t believe it, I’m telling you.”

“Let’s not insult the man passing out the drinks, eh?” Gob said gently, leaning towards them so as not to allow his words to reach the man across the way.

“I’m not insulting him.” 

Gob seemed to pale at that.  That, and the loudness of their voice.

“No, but he was bragging a bit, and I’m sure his drink that he made from– what was it? Mirelurk egg yolk? Yeah. I’m sure it’s wonderful, but honestly, Gob, I’ve never had anything compare to that radscorpion venom and mutfruit thing you used to make for me back at Moriarty’s.” 

The poor ghoul smiled so nervously, like it pained him to do so, and Lone felt a pang of regret hit them. 

He hates when I do this…

“No, I’m sure yours is fantastic," they turned back to the bartender, "It’s gotta be, with how used to mirelurk you all must be here on the boat, I’m sure you know what best goes into it and everything, but um… Thank you. For the drinks, they'll be absolutely wonderful, I'm positive. Anyway, have a good night.” 

The blue-eyed brunette across the counter just quirked one brow at the unseemly pair, flashing a small grin as they slid off the stools, drinks in hand as they headed towards one of the small, round tables towards the edge of the restaurant in the middle of the Rivet City marketplace. 

“I’m sorry, Gob. I don’t mean to embarrass you, but…” 

“No, Lone, it’s really alright. Just… not used to all this, is all.” 

“I know.” Their voice was small, their drink neglected, as they only continued swishing it distractedly in their hand. “I wish you were though. I like bragging about you.”

Gob snorted, the sound all the more obvious with his meager nose. 

What’s there to brag about?

He didn’t need to say a word of the negative thoughts spiraling through his head. Lone could see them as plainly on his face as if he’d written them there in red ink. 

A firm clink sounded as they dropped their glass to the table forcefully, and Gob flinched. His grey eyes were cast downwards to the wooden floorboards, his fingers moving restlessly against each other where his hands were clasped together on the table. 

“Sorry.” Lone offered quickly, at his reaction. “But dammit Gob, do you think I would lie to you?”

“W-what?” 

“Do you not trust me?” 

“No, Lone, I trust you with my life, you know that, that’s not the ah… well…” 

“No, but it is, baby.” Gob’s eyes snapped to the contact as Lone’s fingers wound themselves to clasp with his on the tabletop. “You have to believe that I’m telling the truth, that I’m being genuine when I compliment you or brag about you, that I’m not just saying it to make you feel better, or anything. I mean, if you do, that’s a nice benefit, but when I gush about you, I do it because that’s really how I feel.” 

He didn’t even open his mouth to try and respond, just kept his gaze low beneath his furrowed brow. Lone almost spoke up again, until they felt his fingers move over their hand, the textured digits stroking lightly over their knuckles as the thoughts churned in his head. 

They stayed silent, then, and let him think, let him soak in the words they’d spoken, and if they were lucky, let him start to believe them. 

The restaurant slowly grew more busy, as the pair sat there in silence, Lone sipping their drink with one hand, as the other stayed clasped with Gob’s. Low voices began to toil and resonate within the metal walls of the ship as it came to life in the post-work evening. 

“I wish that I did…” Gob finally said, so low, Lone almost thought they’d imagined it. “Believe you, I mean… I wish it were easier, but, the way everyone else has treated me, the way Moriarty…” 

“I know.” They agreed sadly, giving his hand an affectionate squeeze. 

“E-even Nova, I know we seemed close, but… Still, in her face, I could see it. The… disgust.” 

Now Lone flinched, the admittance like the sharp sting of a bloatfly. 

“Some people just don’t know what to say, when they see others who are different, but that doesn’t mean you’re worth any less. That you’re any less of a person. I hope you know that.” 

Gob hummed uncertainly. 

“You seem to be the only one who thinks that way. There’s a reason people call us ghouls, you know?” 

“Well then,” Lone stood up, unclasping their hand from his so they could grab the chair they’d been sitting in across from him, and move it to sit directly beside Gob’s. “I guess I don’t really care what anyone else thinks. Because you’re a person, and even more incredible? You’re a good one. Even after all the shit ‘proper people’ have put you through, you’re still a sweetheart.” 

That forced a smile to his ruined lips, and Gob found himself leaning his head into his partner as they wrapped their arms around him in an all-encompassing sideways hug. 

“Lone…” He said their name with a chuckle, inspiring a delightful smile to pull at their mouth as well, just as they released him from their grasp, ever so slightly, to look into his glinting stormy, ocean eyes. “You sure you’re not an angel or somethin’? Cuz I can hardly believe you’re even real.” 

They blushed so sweetly at that, it made Gob’s stomach flutter. 

“Oh, I’m real, alright. You want me to prove it to ya?” 

Their eyes glittered with a genial sort of mischief, and the pittering in his stomach swelled to a startling jolt, as he felt his own face heat at the way his partner began to lean towards him, the way they looked at him, like he was something to be savored. 

How strange it felt, to be looked at that way… But how wondrous was the feeling that came with it. To be, not only tolerated visually, but wanted, desired, worth savoring. 

Gob felt as though he must be unconscious, to have someone look at him in such a way. It wasn’t– couldn’t be real life. It had to be a vision, a dream. Maybe Moriarty had hit him hard enough this time, maybe he was out for good. 

No matter what it was, he could only hope he lived in this dream forever. 

Without thinking, Gob found himself nodding to Lone’s question with wide eyes.

They grinned, satisfied, and leaned into him. 

The pair had kissed before, sure, and they’d done more than kissing, much to his surprise, and his delight– as nervous as he’d been for it all, but still… Nothing could quite quiet his mind and fill him to the brim with affection and elation like Lone’s sweet kisses. 

He could taste the slight bite of their alcoholic drink on their lips, could revel in the softness of their skin. So close to them, he could smell their familiar scent, the cornflower soap they used and the earthy clay from their boots. He could feel their warmth through their vault suit, where he hadn’t even realized he’d allowed his hands to roam. 

Gob was usually so reserved with his affections, so unsure, even after all this time, that Lone would want him touching their body, but after all they’d said and made clear to him this evening… They were right, he had to believe them. That they wanted this as much as he did, that they found him desirable, that they felt he was worth complimenting, worth bragging about– the way he felt about them. 

There wasn’t a day that’d gone by since he met the vault-dweller that he didn’t talk about them to someone. That he didn’t gush and amateurly wax poetic about their goodness, their kindness, their face, their eyes, their everything that he adored about them, even when they were still but a pleasant stranger. 

And he adored everything. 

Soon enough, the ghoul was completely absorbed in their contact. His hands respectfully wandered, tracing his partner’s soft skin, the seams of their suit; he tilted his head, deepening their kiss with a groan he simply couldn’t hold back, his face heating at the way Lone took that as an invitation to slip their tongue in to brush with his. 

They scooted forward, nearly until they were off their chair, using their hold around his shoulders to brace themselves as they melded their lips with his over and again, pausing only to pull in shallow breaths between the undulating contact. 

Gob wished he could tune everything out forevermore. That it could only be them two, where they both could feel more than adequate in this harsh world. Where he could feel deserving of the love his partner poured into him, where Gob could be beside them without garnering whispered insults and judgemental looks. 

Where they could simply be. 

But that wasn’t possible, he realized again, for the thousandth time, as he heard a dull comment about public indecency from not too far beside him. Then another, from a table behind the pair, about how much, they wondered, was the ghoul paying his partner to be with him, to do this with him. And in public, too. What will the kids think, if they see this sort of contact between the likes of him and that nice, young man/woman? 

Lone pulled away, as they felt Gob failing to reciprocate. 

“Did I get too carried away?” They asked with a breathless chuckle. 

The way Gob’s chest ached at their obliviousness, at their honest question, must have been plain on his face, because the smile Lone wore was soon dashed from their lips. 

“What’s wrong?” 

He shook his head, but his eyes must’ve betrayed him, as the noisy couple behind them continued to make their rude comments. 

“Oh, fucking hell.” 

Lone almost stood up, but Gob’s hand on their arm stopped them. 

“‘S not worth it, Lone.” 

They still simmered in his hold, their eyes alight and their nostrils flared. 

“You know what?” They said, their voice needlessly loud– he can only assume so that it reached the mannerless folks in question.

Gob barely had time to prepare himself, as Lone’s hands tangled in his shirt collar, and they hauled him into another kiss. This one was firm, powerful, as they pressed into him and resumed the ebb and flow of tender touching they’d both been absorbed in only a few moments ago. 

“Lone–” He tried to say through the kiss, his hands gently urging them back so he could speak properly. 

“No.” They said, as they relented, keeping their hands on his shoulders as their expression pleaded with him. 

“Gob, I don’t care if someone sees. If someone sees and doesn’t like. That’s not our problem, it’s theirs.” 

Their searing look was turned pointedly at the couple near to them, before it darted back to him, instantly softening as it set upon his face. 

Despite himself, Gob felt those tingles rise up in his gut again. 

“I love you, Gob, and if I wanna kiss you in public, everyone else can just deal with it, okay?” 

A grin broke out over his face, and Gob felt his hands tighten unwittingly where they rested on his partner’s waist. 

“Okay…” He nodded to them, before leaning in once again, and pressing his lips to theirs. 

This time was a bit more chaste, but only because he felt the overwhelming need to pull away, just for a moment, just to whisper, “And… I love you too, Lone.” 

[ghost-qwq]

Hello, Butch DeLoria fans

[diamondnokouzai]

feminist fallout 3 GOTY playthrough [RULES]

female lone wanderer

black widow perk

only flee from female enemies, no fighting back

no bargaining/bartering with female npcs (accept their worst price)

no enslaving female npcs

do whatever moira wants you to do as fully as possible

assuming karma isn't an issue, always side with female npcs in quests

accept any quest from any female npc

kill 3-dog [so that margaret will be on the radio instead]

kill dukov [self explanatory]

have rosie become president of the republic of dave

only have male npcs repair clothing items

none of those nexus tiddy mods

replace the riverboatsman with nadine

[yesiplaygamez]

when you hate that one npc, but you also need them.