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Hey. So obviously I'm not writing anything anytime soon. Been going through some stuff and haven't been able to get therapy (because I live in the dystopian hellscape that is the US and can't afford mental health care) so all of my writing has fallen to the side.

I'm not giving up on this blog, and I hope you won't either, but I do ask for understanding and patience. These days just getting my ass to work is hard, so this blog is honestly one of the last things on my mind.

In the meantime, all I can offer is a link to my slow-burn Curie fanfic, if you'd like it. It's nearly 40 chapters so far and features my clumsy idiot OC. I think it's a fun ride. Been fun to write, anyway.

If you'd like to further support me, here's my Ko-Fi. Maybe someday I can be able to save up enough for some therapy sessions.

Thank you for reading!

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While I always appreciate likes, please remember to reblog content you enjoy and consume! In the least, comments are appreciated so I know how I'm doing.

Clearly I haven't been active as I should be, in part because I'm working on other writing projects, but also because I'm disappointed in the performance of this blog. I love writing about the female companions, but I don't love screaming into the void.

Reblogs are appreciated, and please, start reblogging fandom writing you consume. It's disheartening to write for a silent audience.

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I meant how do Sole and the ladies start dating, yes!

[Gotcha! Thank you for the clarification! I just wanted to make sure that I got it right. Sorry for the delay!

Also this got long, lmao. ]

Cait: “Got a little somethin’ there.” She grinned as she swiped her own thumb along her bottom lip.

Nora winced as she did the same, coming across the dried blood. “Ouch.” She felt over the bruise forming along her chin. “That’s gonna look bad tomorrow…”

“Eh, bruises never killed nobody.” Cait dunked more Vodka on a stained cloth and began dabbing away the blood. “Hold still there.” She gripped Nora’s chin, gently. “Wasn’t expecting you to lay that guy out. Impressive.”

“Well, I’ve been trying to learn from you.” Nora winced again and hissed through her teeth.

Cait stopped for only a moment, shaking her head. “Learnin’ from me? You tryin’ to get yourself killed out there?”

Nora glanced away and her cheeks turned pink. “I mean, I watch you anyway, so I might as well learn something…”

“So you are staring at my ass when we’re traveling.” The redhead arched an eyebrow. “I knew it.”

“Because you don’t do the same?” Nora reached up to take Cait’s bloodied hand in her own. She brushed her fingertips along the woman’s knuckles with a soft sigh.

Cait felt her face flush as Nora brought her hand up to kiss it. “Wh-what the hell are you doin’?”

“Trying to help my girlfriend feel better?” Nora cocked her head.

“Your…” Cait finished patting away the dried blood from Nora’s face and let her hand fall into her lap. “That’s…a pretty big step there. You sure you know what you’re askin’ for?”

Nora took the cloth. “I wouldn’t’ve said it if I didn’t.” She began cleaning off Cait’s hand.

“Well all right then…lover.”

Curie: To say she was disappointed when she first left the Vault would be an understatement, but calm moments like these helped. She laid back on the old, ratty blanket Nora set out and stared up at the sky. Clouds—brilliant white and soft—floated by lazily above. Sure, the grass wasn’t as green as she hoped, and she would never get to see a butterfly, but at least she had the clouds.

Nora popped a cap off a bottle of Nuka-Cola and took a drink. “It’s nice to relax sometimes.”

“Yes, it is.” Curie turned her head to look at the woman. “You need to relax more.”

“Speak for yourself. Don’t think I haven’t caught you sneaking to bed way past midnight.”

“I do not require the same amount of rest zhat you do, Madame.” Curie arched an eyebrow.

Nora frowned. “Still…”

“You must take better care of yourself. Zhe Commonwealth needs you. Zhe Minutemen depend on you.” Curie sat up. She gave a soft sigh and glanced away. “And I… I need you as well. You are my dearest friend. You know zhis.”

Nora’s gaze softened and she put the soda down before inching closer. “Are we only friends, Curie?”

“You know I am no good with emotions and relationships. Please do not ask me such questions.” Curie swallowed hard, but didn’t move away.

“I think at this point… We’re more than just friends.” Nora smiled, gentle and patient as always. “But only if you want to.”

The feeling welling up in Curie’s chest was alien to her. It wasn’t wholly unpleasant, and she didn’t bother trying to find a name for it. “I do.”

“Then that’s that. See? Wasn’t so hard.”

“Zhat does not mean you can get away with not sleeping properly.”

Nora chuckled. “Damn it…”

Piper: “Blue!” Piper tossed a fresh magazine to the woman as she passed by, ducking behind a corner.

“Thanks!” Nora grabbed it out of the air and jammed it into her own pistol.

Using the same ammo came in handy, more often than not. Piper kept shooting at the Raiders trying to claim their corpses. “Anything for a story!” She remembered saying. And she couldn’t exactly go back on that now.

One Raider got too close and Nora clocked him over the head with her gun. He crumpled to the ground. Nora looked up with a grin and gave Piper a thumbs up to show she was all right.

As both women prepared to switch positions again, Nora grabbed the reporter by the front of her coat and pulled in close. Without a word, she kissed Piper, knocking her hat off. Behind them a car exploded.

“Don’t die.” Nora smirked and turned to continue shooting.

Piper stumbled back, her mind blank. How many relationships established in a hail of gunfire actually worked out? Well…

At least one.

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Just wanted to let everyone know I *am* working on the reacts! I tend to work a little slowly, but I've got a good start and hope to have at least one up tomorrow!

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Hi there I recently discovered you posts and I really enjoy them. Can I ask what the reactions of the companions would be if sole built a womans refuge and clinic with the help of female minutemen, that was only staffed by women

[Thank you for your kind words! I hope you continue to enjoy!

Ooh, I love this idea tbh. By women, for women, with women. God, I love women.]

Cait: As much as she tried not to be, a small part of her still felt bitter about the whole thing. She had no doubt Nora could pull it off, of course; but seeing all these gals getting resources and help that she never had? It hurt, more than she liked.

“Heh. Where were ya when I needed you?” She quipped one afternoon, catching Nora leaving the clinic.

“I’m sorry, Cait. I know I haven’t been very present the past few months, but I’ll always make time for you.” Nora smiled, brilliant and kind as always. “What’s up?”

“That’s not…” Cait shook her head. “Forget it. Never mind.” Her pride wouldn’t let her admit her hurt. Not that Nora didn’t already know she was a broken, fucked-up mess of a person, but still. After all Nora helped her through, after all she’d done, Cait didn’t really feel like she had a right to be angry. But she was.

“If you want to talk about it, I’m here. Whenever you want.” Nora put a hand on her shoulder.

Cait knew she was telling the truth, but it still hurt to see people getting opportunities she could only dream of. Maybe…it would do her some good to visit the clinic herself.

Curie: As soon as Nora even proposed the ideafor the women’s refuge, Curie was all over it. She began helping to plan the medical side of things and even went as far as drafting up her own manuals and policies for women’s health in the wasteland. This. This was exactly the sort of thing she had in mind when she said she wanted to make a positive change.

But being the head of a clinic proved a little more paperwork and a lot less one-on-one with patients than Curie would’ve liked. Even then, she soldiered on. There was little that brought her more satisfaction than seeing how these battered Wastelanders were able to turn their lives around, and turning from sickly, scared shells to the empowered, healthy women she knew they could be. And knowing she was a part of it? Icing on the cake.

“Nora, be sure to take care of yourself too,” Curie said over lunch one afternoon.

“I should be telling you that.” Nora’s smile was warm but her tone chiding. “You’re working yourself too hard.”

“Oh, well…” Curie couldn’t exactly argue. She had a habit of that, after all. “I will be fine.”

“Okay. But take a rest if you need to, all right? You can’t help anyone if you don’t help yourself.”

Curie tried. But often, more often than not, she could be found in the clinic, late into the night, counseling any new arrivals.

Piper: “That’s… That’s just what the Commonwealth needs. I mean, it’s at least a step in the right direction.” Piper knew she shouldn’t’ve been surprised at Nora’s kindness and generosity, but the Vaultdweller never ceased to amaze.

As work on the refuge began, Piper began putting out advertisements in the Publick. And once it was open, she penned a few articles and made sure to distribute them to all the Minuteman-operated settlements she could. The refuge would only work with refugees, and the more publicity, the better.

She felt guilty that she couldn’t do much else beyond tell people it was open, and where to find it. She wasn’t skilled in medicine and, to be honest, she didn’t really know how to handle crying adults. One evening, after Nora and herself were home and dinner was over, and Nat was doing her homework, she told Nora as much.

“You’ve done so much for the refuge. If it weren’t for you, I never would’ve gotten it off the ground.” Nora gazed at her, eyebrows knitted.

“I-I mean, I just, you know, advertised it.” Piper rubbed the back of her neck. “I can’t really do anything else—”

“You do a lot for the refuge, and for me.” Nora gripped her hand. “You don’t have to work there to make a difference. Because you just being you… You’ve already made a difference. At least to me.”

Piper, for once, was at a complete loss for words. If Nora was saying she did a good job, then who was she to argue? And besides… The refuge could always use some reading material. Maybe she could branch out from journalism to creative writing.

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How do the ladies and Sole get together?

[Hey! I’m so sorry, but can I ask you to resubmit this one? I have the dumbs today, and my brain doesn’t really work like a normal person’s anyway. Could I have more clarification for this one?

“Get together” = start dating? I just wanted to make sure so I don’t deliver on the wrong thing. Thank you for your understanding!]

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Ive been going around with this question but. Let’s have our ladies react to a werebeast/werewolf Nora? If you feel like it? (This is what happens when I play Fallout and Skyrim back to back ugh).

[I haven’t played Skyrim in ages, I should redownload it and get the anniversary update.]

Cait: To say she was shocked was an understatement. The first time Nora turned, Cait actually pulled out her shotgun and nearly pulled the trigger. Sure, realistically, she knew the beast was still Nora, but suddenly being face-to-face with a man-eating wolf thing…? She freaked out a little, to be sure.

But… Once Nora explained, Cait was surprisingly okay with it. It could be fun, after all. And Nora was really just a giant dog, anyway. Maybe Cait could teach her tricks. (Nora did not want to learn tricks)

Curie: But of course her first response, after the initial surprise and fear wore off, was what on earth caused it? And what did it feel like? And what were her abilities now? And, and… The list went on. Curie is more concerned with the medical, physical, and scientific aspect of lycanthropy, and less worried about “Mon dieu, my girlfriend is a werewolf.” She does her best to help Nora through the transformations, as they can’t possibly be pleasant.

Piper: Lycanthropy? In her Commonwealth?? Oh, but this would be a fantastic story. She peppered Nora about her transformations—When did they start, how did it happen, did it happen before or after the war—and mostly certainly wrote an article on it (and several following articles, mostly reassuring her readers that no, it’s not contagious and no again, she won’t be releasing the name of the werewolf). To her, it’s interesting; a little scary at first, but it’s still her same Nora under all that fur, so nothing to be afraid of.

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I’m back from Thanksgiving!! My wife wanted to stay longer and we ended up watching a movie with my parents, whoops.

I’ve got reacts queued up though!

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Hey everyone! I know we're going into a (American) holiday weekend, but I won't really be celebrating it. So that means I'm definitely open for requests! (I do have to work on Friday though)

So send them in!

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How about when romanced ladies knew when they had feelings for sole?

[Thank you for the request! I’m not sure if you’re the same anon who’s also sent in the last few, but I’m very appreciative. I’m not very good at coming up with my own prompts, so these have been great!

Also I’m sorry about the delay. Ironically, Curie’s response stumped me for a few days. She’s my favorite character, you’d think I’d be able to figure hers out no problem but apparently not.]

Cait: “I’m proud of you.”

She’d never heard those words before; at least, not meant in a genuine fashion. Sure, Tommy told her he was “proud”, but what he really meant was how happy he was to be raking in caps thanks to her fighting.

But hearing that from Nora? That was…different. Nora didn’t expect anything from her. Didn’t take anything from her. Nora had absolutely no reason to be proud of her, and yet… Nora was. Nora was…proud.

Cait felt something stir in her at those words. Not in the way she was used to, like anger or lust. No, this was something else entirely. Her mind went blank and she could only stare at Nora. She began to realize just how much the woman meant to her, how much she came to depend on her. And not just in a fight.

Maybe she trusted too easily. But Nora was just so damn easy to trust. Cait found herself not minding that, not minding that she was, most likely, opening herself up to disappointment again. She trusted Nora not to do that to her. She…cared. For Nora. And she wondered vaguely if Nora would ever feel the same.

Curie: Nora winced, almost jerked back her arm. “That hurts,” she hissed.

“Well, per’aps if you would pay more attention to your surroundings and less to only what is in front of you, you would ‘ave seen zhat second Raider.” Curie poured more antiseptic on the cloth and continued dabbing at the wound near Nora’s shoulder. “If you aren’t careful, zhen you’re bound to get a more permanent injury! I cannot reattach a lost limb, or, even worse, bring you back to life!”

Nora gave a soft whimper but was otherwise silent.

As Curie worked at tending to her injury, her mind whirled. Nora never seemed to give much thought to her own well-being, and as such injuries like this weren’t uncommon. But Curie would never get used to it, she knew. She worried so much over the woman. She was scared—honestly, genuinely—that someday Nora would be killed.

Curie hesitated, her hands shaking. If Nora ever died, ever…left her, then… The very thought caused her heart to ache. She didn’t want to be without the Vaultdweller. She couldn’t. Their lives were entwined now, and wherever Nora went, Curie would follow.

Somewhere, in the back of her mind, the word ‘love’ was tossed around.

Piper: “Then I ripped the minigun right off the Vertibird!”

“Whoa!” Nat bounced where she sat on the couch.

Piper grinned, watching Nora very dramatically act out one of her stories. It was a calm night, a peaceful one, and they had all just finished dinner. She sat back on the sofa and crossed her legs. “Go on, tell her about how you nearly passed out when you a Deathclaw for the first time.”

Nora huffed. “I did not nearly pass out!” She crossed her arms, pouting.

“What did you do then?” Nat tilted her head.

“I killed it, of course.” Nora rubbed the back of her neck. “Then I passed out…”

Piper continued to watch her sister and her companion chat, getting more and more animated. She was grateful that they got along so well; she wasn’t sure what’d she do if they didn’t. Even better, Nat liked her. A few times she came home alone, and the first thing her sister asked was, “Where’s Nora?”

She looked over to see the admiration in Nat’s eyes as she watched Nora launch into another story. Piper’s smile softened. She always told herself she wouldn’t date someone unless Nat liked them. And Nat really seemed to like this one.

Which was fine by her, because Piper liked her too.

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How do you think the ladies would react to not being able to do their main /thing/ (Piper her paper, Curie not practicing medicine anymore, etc.)

[Thank you for the ask! I’m going to make this a long react and write one as if it were a temporary thing, and another (probably angsty) one as if it were permanent. Also I’m so sorry, I was kinda figuring that Cait’s “thing” is fighting/exploring. I need to travel with her more.]

Cait (temporary): As if it weren’t bad enough that Cait managed to get injured in a fight, now she wasn’t even allowed to go bash the bastard’s face in. Both Nora and the doc gave her strict instructions not to use her broken arm; and unfortunately, Nora was keeping a close eye on her to make sure.

“Can’t I at least watch you go punch the bastard?” She whined, fidgeting where she sat.

“No.” Nora rolled her eyes. “You need to let the bones heal.”

“You know I don’t like all this…this sittin’ around.”

Nora gave an aggravated sigh. “I know, I know…”

Cait doesn’t handle being still very well. The eight weeks it took for her broken arm to heal felt like actual hell, and by the end of it, Nora was running out of ways to make sure Cait stayed in one spot.

Cait (permanent): Much as she tried not to be too bitter about everything, it was a lost cause, really. Nora told her the news herself: she was stuck. No more exploring the Commonwealth, bringing her own brand of Irish-flavored justice. No more fighting at all. For fun or for her life.

At least she lost the use of her legs protecting Nora. That was the only good thing about it all: that Nora was still okay. Cait had to tell herself that, sometimes out loud, whenever she woke up in the morning. She wished she could be out there by Nora’s side, where she belonged. But now, the only fighting she did was with herself, daily, to keep from sinking back into her old habits. Chems had never looked better.

Curie (temporary): “Just ‘ow long will it take to rebuild?” Though deep down she already knew the answer would be much longer than she wished.

“I dunno. A month, two months? Probably two months.” Sturges whistled as he looked over the wreckage. “Yeah. Two months. Minimum.”

Curie suppressed a groan. One of her experiments went horribly, terribly wrong, and she counted herself lucky to have escaped with only a few cuts and burns. But her lab, unfortunately, burned to the ground. If it would take two months just to rebuild the building and some of her equipment, it would take even longer to get back all the beakers, Bunsen burners, flasks, test tubes, and everything else she needed. Not even her greenhouse survived.

Left with little choice, she joined Nora on a quest to recover as many medical and science supplies as they could find. The journeys helped a little, but Curie always felt something like an itch in the back of her mind. She knew she should have been doing research and experiments, and was instead spending time doing anything but that. On the upside, at least she kept a log of all the new things she wanted to experiment with and try to formulate.

Curie (permanent): How many test tubes had she broken now? As she stared at the broken shards on the lab table, her vision began to blur. Was it from her frustrated tears, or were her eyes malfunctioning again?

She didn’t need a doctor to tell her she would never truly be back to normal. She knew already that she should have counted herself lucky to even be alive, but at the moment, everything felt impossible. The brain, human or Synth, was a complicated thing. And hers was damaged. Forever. She was in the wrong place at the wrong time, and one hit from a Super Mutant changed everything.

The ever-present ringing in her ears caused her also ever-present dull headache to spike, and she let her hand drop to her side. She was designed to be a doctor, a scientist. She dedicated her life, over two hundred years of it, to helping humanity. And now? She could hardly even hold a cup without dropping it. What was left, if she could not do the one thing she was made to do?

Piper (temporary): Well, it was inevitable, really. She knew that eventually her old, beat-up terminal would go on the fritz and need to be replaced, but she hoped her luck would hold out. It didn’t.

“Yeah, I’m gonna need some fuses, a vacuum tube… Hm…” Nora picked at the back and it sparked, causing her to jump back. “And someone better with terminals than me.”

Piper slammed her fist on the top of the case and some circuits fell out the back. “Well, damn it. Know any terminal salesmen?”

Nora, surprisingly, knew where they could get a replacement terminal. But, it would take a few weeks for Sturges to build one. In the meantime, Piper tried to write the paper by hand. After only a few nights of that, she decided the cramps weren’t worth it. The most she could do was keep notes in her notepad, as no one else’s terminal was set up properly for her to use.

In the time it took for her new terminal to be built, she met almost every adventure with, “This would make a great article, if I could write it!” But eventually, she could. And she was right; they did make great articles.

Piper (permanent): “But what about my hand?”

Curie looked down at the clipboard in her own hand. “Er…”

It was never a good sign for the doctor to hesitate, and in Piper’s case, it spelled her doom. Her right hand, her dominant hand, would forever be…well, in her humble opinion, useless. Damaged nerves, tendons, ligaments. Her fingers were stiff and never wanted to move, and most days she could barely manage to stretch them all out.

Oh sure, she tried to type with one hand at first. Each key individually, slowly, painstakingly. It took her all night just to pump out most of an article. No editing, just a draft.

Piper broke down right there at her desk. Her writing career was over. How was she expected to do anything without her hands, especially without her dominant one? She couldn’t ask Nat to take dictation—her pride wouldn’t let her, and she didn’t want to encroach on her sister’s homework time—and Nora and Nick and Ellie and everyone else were too busy.

Nora even tried to lift her spirits by making a poorly-timed joke about how she could change her name to “Piper Left”, but it only made her feel worse. She wanted to leave…the world.

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What do you think the ladies do in their free time?

[Thank you for the ask! Here’s what I personally think the companions do in their free time, after a long day, when they’re trying to unwind.]

Cait: There’s nothing quite like a strong drink at the end of a day. Not as strong or as many as she used to, but there’s no harm in having a beer or three. If she’s with Sole or someone else she enjoys, she likes a good, long chat. Friendly, personable, and most important, comfortable. But if she’s alone, she’s got a few wood carving projects to work on. Small carvings, usually from the sticks or smaller branches she finds. It started out with whittling to get out her nervous energy, but it’s relaxing too.

Curie: It’s difficult to get this Synth to relax, but when she does, she enjoys listening to the radio and working on her sketches, with a nice cup of tea at her side. Oh, but make no mistake: these are medical sketches, and she was putting so much care into making sure she got Sole’s features right for—for science, of course! Just ignore that the margins of her actual notes are filled with doodles of herself and Sole. And a few of Dogmeat too, because who doesn’t like a good boy?

Piper: Unsurprisingly, Piper tends to read or write—not for the paper, but for herself. Perhaps one day she’ll get brave enough to author a full book, but for now, she’s content to write stories that definitelyaren’t based on her adventures with a particular Vaultsuit-wearing adventurer. And they definitely, definitely definitely aren’t romance stories. Never. Perish the thought.

(Her terminal is for sure full of romantic, sometimes even erotic stories about herself and Blue. Don’t even think it isn’t.)

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Also!! I am open for requests!!

Sorry, should've mentioned.

Send in reacts, headcanons, drabbles, oneshots, whatever you'd like to see!

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Curie Reacts to Someone Else Eating Her Last Fancy Lads

[We all know that Synths, for some reason, go feral over Fancy Lads Snack Cakes. Curie is no different. I can’t imagine she’d be very happy if someone ate her last box…]

Curie hung up her lab coat on the hook by the door after a long day entrenched in her research. She ran a hand over her short hair before turning to walk into the kitchen. Sure, she lived in Sanctuary; but true sanctuary was found in her secret stash. She opened the top cupboard and grabbed the box, popped open the top, and reached inside.

Empty.

She blinked in surprise before turning the box upside down. A few crumbs fell to the floor but that was it. She gritted her teeth and turned to stomp outside. She already knew who the culprit was, of course. It was…

Cait: “So then I laid the bastard out before he even knew what hit ‘im.” She took another drink from the beer in her hand. The few settlers around her laughed and one clapped her on the back.

“Cait!”

She swallowed hard and turned to see Curie stalking toward her. “Oh shite.”

In the middle of their little group, surrounded by glasses of booze and poker chips, was an empty plate of Fancy Lads. Cait got up from her chair. “I can explain! It was my turn to bring snacks!”

“Zhen you should ‘ave thought of a different snack!” Curie stomped right over and grabbed the woman’s arm. “You’re going to replace what you stole.”

“Oi, I was winnin’, let me go!”

Curie turned with a glare.

Cait rubbed the back of her neck. “Ugh, fine. Lemme go find you another box…” She grumbled and tossed her cards on the table, off to steal someone else’s Fancy Lads.

Nora/Sole: “Hurry it up, we don’t want Curie finding out.” Nora held one chocolate between her fingers.

Shaun looked up at his mother, crumbs around his mouth. “Wait, these are Miss Curie’s?”

“Well… They were.” Nora winked and stuffed the dessert between her lips.

She wanted to reward her son for his schoolwork, and the diligence he gave his chores and other work. She fully intended on replacing the box she took, for sure. She knew how much Synths loved their Fancy Lads.

She barely processed the knock at the door before it opened. “Madame!” Curie barged in.

Nora glanced between the Fancy Lads and Curie. “Oh, uh… Hm. Well.”

Shaun waved and held one out. “Hey Miss Curie!”

Curie’s eyebrows rose and she let out a sigh. “I…see.” She smiled weakly and stepped forward to take the dessert. She glared down at Nora. “You will be replacing zhese, yes?”

Nora chuckled. “Yeah, yeah…”

Piper: The reporter was, naturally, hard at work on her next article. She holed herself up in the office Nora gave her when they stopped in Sanctuary. A bottle of Nuka-Cola sat in the corner of her desk while half a plate of Fancy Lads laid by her left hand. She reached for another.

“Zhose aren’t yours.”

She jumped in her chair, startled. “Jesus!” She looked up to see Curie, who seemed very unhappy indeed. “Oh, hey.” She paled. “Oh no.”

Curie’s gaze swept around the office, taking in all the empty Nuka-Cola bottles and used boxes of other snacks. Her eyes landed on Piper. “We need to talk about your…habits.”

“I was hungry, and Nora told me where to find them!”

“I meant your other habits, but we’ll talk about that too.” Curie grabbed the plate back. “Zhe last thing you need is more sugar.”

Piper couldn’t even argue. She reached out a limp hand as if to stop her but sighed instead. “Fine…”

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Renee Jones (my OC): Renee just finished licking the powdered sugar off her fingertips when Curie opened the door to their home. She stopped, one finger still between her teeth. Then, she turned, holding the box behind her back. “Hey hon! You’re home early!”

Curie arched one eyebrow. “You…” She stepped forward and lunged for the box.

Renee lifted it high, just out of the Synth’s reach. “Looking for these?”

“How did you even find zhose?” Curie reached up desperately.

“How do you think your box never seems to run out? I keep replacing them for you. But I got a little hungry this time.” Renee wrapped her free arm around Curie’s waist. “I’ll get you more, don’t worry.”

Curie frowned and pointedly didn’t look at her. “Hmph.”

Renee chuckled and finally lowered the box. She laughed as Curie pounced on it. “You’re adorable, you know that?”

“I’m hungry.” Curie grabbed one little cake and bit into it. “Don’t steal my things.”

“Only your heart, my love.” Renee rolled her eyes with a smile.

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Hello Everyone!

Welcome to the blog. Here I’ll be posting reacts specific to Cait, Curie, and Piper (and other female characters, as I come to know them better and feel more confident that I can write for them well, but for now it’s only those three). Please refer to this post for information about rules, do’s and don’t’s, and other stuff you can submit, read, or expect!

Things I’ll write:

Reacts

Drabbles

Headcanons (though I ask that you have patience for me here, I’m not used to sharing my headcanons due to fear of starting Discourse, so if y’all ask for headcanons please be gentle with myself and others!)

General thoughts on characters

Light NSFW (I plan on branching into regular NSFW, but for now let’s keep it classy-adult)

Things I will not write:

Non-consensual stuff

Adults and minors beyond friendship/mentor relationships

Real heavy kinky stuff (I’m just not knowledgeable in that area)

Super heavy gore/violence (mostly because I’m not comfortable in my skill level)

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Tags are fairly straight forward. Each character will be tagged, and reactions, drabbles, headcanons, etc. are tagged as such. I use the tag “not a react” for anything that isn’t one of the above.

About me:

I’m Gwen! I’ve been writing for over fifteen years, and I like it so much I went and got a degree in English. I’m also a trained horologist, though I do that in my spare time. When I’m not writing, at work, playing video games, or working on watches, I like to take time for a nice cup of tea and adoring my wife.

I bought Fallout 4 in 2018 and I’ve loved it ever since, clocking over 1500 hours in the Commonwealth so far. While I mostly write fanfiction about my Sole Survivor, Renee Jones, I am also slowly working on transforming my current fanfic into an original novel (and although I could talk about it all day, I’ll just leave it at that unless asked).

I’m a huge fan of romance, angst, hurt/comfort, and good ole classic whump. My writing is usually dramatic and the “it hurts so good” type but with a generally happy ending. And of course, cute af fluff because life is hard enough and I like to read things that bring me joy.

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[commonwealth-ladies-react]

Okay so you know how sometimes raiders will talk about that person that makes all those sounds like the motorcycle and the grenades? Could you do companions react to finding out its the some survivor who’s doing it? Like theyre at a raider camp and they overhear the raiders telling one of the stories and then sosu is like “watch this” *insert gun sounds* (also could you make the reader gender neutral please •~•) thank you :)

[First I want to apologize for the delay, it took me a couple weeks to recover from my wrist injury and then I recently started a new job at a warehouse, so I’ve been absolutely knackered by the time I get home. But here I am, finally! Enjoy.]

It did take long to run into trouble after leaving Goodneighbor. Sole gestured for their companion to lay low, kneeling down by an old semi trailer before stealing across the street closer to a wooden barricade. Two Raiders patrolled the top of the crude barricade, but didn’t seem to notice Sole.

Sole moved forward and their boot accidentally kicked against a loose rock. It skidded across the cracked asphalt, making the two Raiders whip around. “Who’s there?!” One demanded, waving her gun around.

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Neither Sole nor their companion said a word.

“Damn it, hearin’ shit again.” The Raider lowered her gun.

The other Raider did the same and stepped closer to their partner. “Hey, did you hear about that kid that’s been runnin’ around?”

“Gonna have to be more specific.”

“Yeah, apparently Joe down by Hardware Town saw them. They were pretending to rev up a motorcycle and throw grenades and everything. But like… There’s no motorcycle. The grenades are rocks. The kid’s just faking it all.”

“You serious? That’s…” The Raider laughed. “That’s fucked up, man.”

Sole grunted. “I wouldn’t call me a kid,” they grumbled.

Their companion gave them a quizzical look.

Sole put a finger to their lips as a sign for silence and grabbed a handle of pebbles. A beat passed before they tossed them against the barricade and began making a loud hissing noise between their teeth. They grabbed their companion’s hand and dragged them along. Just as they made it to the barricade, Sole shouted a large explosion.

As the Raiders turned, guns drawn, Sole started pointed at each of them, hand positioned like a fake pistol. “Pew! Pew pew!” They shouted, ‘shooting’ each one. “Pew! Pew—tch, tch, tch.” Their ‘gun’ jammed and they mimed having to reload. “Pew!” They ‘shot’ one Raider square in the chest.

The Raiders were so confused that Sole was able to run right past them, dragging their poor companion behind them. Once safe, they began to laugh.

Cait: She looked at Sole, her eyes wide and her chest heaving. “You coulda gotten us killed, ya idiot!” She wanted to be angry, but a part of her was more impressed than anything. “But… Damn, fine. You mean you’re the one doin’ all that?”

Sole nodded, smiling. “You bet.”

“That’s…” Cait sighed, shaking her head. “God damn it, if I’d known ye’re like this, I woulda played along a lot sooner.” She found she rather liked the idea. It was funny, and the looks on the Raiders’ faces? Fucking priceless.

Curie: “Zhat was very dangerous!” Her heart beat hard against her ribs and she was more concerned with controlling her breathing than anything else. “You are very lucky that zhe Raiders didn’t shoot at us!”

Sole rubbed the back of their neck, looking sheepish. “I’m sorry… But that’s how I got out of fighting before, and it’s worked so far!”

“And zhat is… Well, is isn’t fine, but I want you to warn me next time!” She can’t help but be worried. The Commonwealth is a dangerous enough place without running straight through certain death like that. To be sure, she’d never quite get used to it, and never encouraged it.

Piper: “You mean you’re the one those Raiders were talking about?” Of course, she already heard about the strange person that would pretend to ride motorcycles and throw grenades and shoot guns, but she never expected it was Sole. “I’ve been tracking that guy for ages!”

Sole grinned. “It was me, all me.”

She flicked out her notepad and grabbed a pen from her glove. “All right, tell me where you got the idea and how the hell you go so good at making those noises.”

It didn’t bother Piper much. She thought it was interesting more than anything, and was perfectly happy to sneak around Raider camps while Sole did their thing. It was always funny, after all.

[commonwealth-ladies-react]

Hand Injury Update:

So I went to the doctor after my plan of "if I rest a bit it'll go away oh god why is it getting worse" failed, and found that I injured some ligaments and tendons in my wrist. As my right (dominant) hand is stuck in a brace, I won't be able to do much for a week or two.

I apologize for the delay, especially as I have some requests to do and some ideas of my own. I hope to be able to write again soon!