#clover fallout

[stoat-party]

Welcome to the wasteland, 19-year-old child! I guess you’ll be needing a partner in this dangerous wilderness, huh? Pick one:

Sketchy robot

Not technically a slave

Literal actual sexual predator

no this one is really a slave, yeah she’s being held against her will

Hypercompetent family friend [YOU HAVE NOT ACCRUED ENOUGH TRAUMA TO UNLOCK]

Guy you’ve known your entire life [YOU HAVE NOT ACCRUED ENOUGH TRAUMA TO UNLOCK]

Kind, helpful walking tank [YOU HAVE NOT ACCRUED ENOUGH TRAUMA TO UNLOCK]

[subnautica-reviews]

Sole Survivor: “Preston, they have you outnumbered 9 to 1.”

Preston: “Then it’s a fair fight, general.”

[schemelin]

[bluestarbottlecap]

Fallout Companion Petting Gifs part 2

Ask and you shall receive. This is a continuation of my Fallout New Vegas companion gifs, you can find them here, these ones are for Fallout 3 & 4 companions

I'd like to make some more New Vegas gifs eventually, specifically ones for Ulysses, the Dead Money companions, and the Think Tank. I don't mind receiving requests for these, if you want a gif of anyone specific feel free to send me an ask

Fallout 3

Fallout 4

[bellonathedragonborn]

Vulpes was also supposed to be a companion but he got scrapped as one.

Also in regards to Clover as the slave companion in 3 it’s just icky as hell. Like yeah evil Karma Lone Wanderer but jeez. Yeah they tried to remedy that by making her a person with Stockholm Syndrome but that just made it worse.

Regardless of whether people like or love Fallout New Vegas I think we can all be thankful of one thing: There was no legion companion. We all know if it was made by Bethesda rather than Obsidian they'd give you a legion slavegirl who of course loves being a legion slavegirl as a companion as soon as you entered their camp

ulysses was originally an enormous script for a legion-sympathetic companion and was cut for practical reasons but yea bethesda 100% would have given you a legion slave as a reward

[noodle8]

This is how everyone finds out my secret (I only travel with fawkes)

[ezekiel13]

(Only from 3, New Vegas, and 4 because I haven’t played the others)

[stoat-party]

Every Fallout 3 Companion’s Approximate Birth Year (Part 1/3)

Fawkes — 2054

There are cut terminal files that imply he moved into Vault 87 as a married adult, so I’m going by that.

deadwifeguy fawkesssss

RL-3 — 2075

Mr. Gutsies were first deployed sometime during the Liberation of Anchorage, which lasted ten years and ended on January 10, 2077.

But they aren’t treated as novel or expensive in the Anchorage simulation, which was developed before the end of the war.

But a loading screen also says they were developed “shortly before” the Great War.

Jericho — 2212

He’s 65 according to the game guide.

Star Paladin Cross — 2216

Because she’s a cyborg, she can be as old as I want her to be, and I want her to be in her sixties because that’s awesome.

Charon — 2251

I will not elaborate.

Talk to Ahzrukhal.

Clover — 2254

She’s only been a slave for a few months, so no Cait Math for her, but I figure 23 is reasonable enough.

Butch — 2257

He has a Pip-Boy in the birthday scene, so he’s older than the Lone Wanderer, who was born in July 2258.

The vault didn’t randomly have eight kids in one year, right? They’ve got to be spread out a little bit.

Dogmeat III — 2274

Four is a normal age for a dog to be, I guess. He can’t be too old if we accept that Dogmeat IV is his son.

Part 2

Part 3

[danses-with-dogmeat]

fallout 3 and fallout new vegas companions trying to flirt with lone/six for the first time?

FO3 Crushing! Companions Try to Flirt with Lone for the First Time

I. Absolutely. Love. This. The mental images that this prompt inspired were just lovely 👏👏

Sorry this took like... literal years to get out 😅 I hope you like it!

Fallout New Vegas is on the way as well, so look out for that... eventually :)

Butch:

He’d flirted with them before… only, even he hadn’t really known that that’s what it was. His mom often said he liked them, and other adults commented similarly when Lone and him were kids, but he’d always made disgusted faces, retching noises or flipped the people off that tried to tell him he liked Lone. Of all people, Lone?! No, not Butch. He bullied them, he disliked them, if anything. 

At least, then, that’s what he believed. Now though, Butch knew the truth, and he couldn’t believe how stupid he’d been all along. He plans to make up for lost time, to correct those little errors of his from the past. Butch has a short lifetime of flirting under his belt, and he means to put all that experience to good use. 

Just need to find the right time. Can’t do it out of the blue, not with Lone, can’t risk something like that. Has to be all romantic an’ shit…

–

“See anything you like?” Butch wiggled his eyebrows as Lone’s blurry form swam into focus. “You’re… awfully close to me, baby.” 

“Butch?” They mumbled, and he noticed that their eyes were closed. He’d thought they’d been staring at him, but their eyes were closed.

Just my luck…

“Butch, you’re awake?” Lone nearly jumped out of their seat as their blinking eyes widened in shock. “How do you feel?” 

“I feel great, baby. How’re you?” 

Their brows furrowed quickly, confusion warping their concerned features. 

“You were hurt, Butch. A car, some raiders… It exploded and you passed out, lost some blood, you… I wasn’t sure when you were going to wake up. The doctor said you might not.” 

Butch’s foggy mind began to clear, a headache began to form at the front of his skull, and the aches in his body became more and more pronounced with each word that left his companion's mouth. 

…I what? 

“Lone, only blood I loss was because you pierced my heart.” 

That one sounded good, right? That one should really drop the hint to ‘em. 

Butch grinned at the thought. 

“Oh, Butch…” They reached out a hand, tentatively reaching for his forehead and brushing away a few strands of hair. “You’re still coming out of it, huh? Just rest, okay?”

A new determination burned through his aching joints, his battered body. At the feel of Lone’s tender touch, at the realization of their obliviousness to his, frankly obvious, feelings, Butch tried again. 

“Can’t rest. Not now baby. Not ‘till you’re mine. Not ‘till you see it… See the way I feel.”

He tried to get up, to emphasize his point, but his arms could hardly move. The blanket that was stretched over his half-bare body felt like sandpaper over his burned and blistered flesh, and his muscles roared in painful protest at every movement. 

A groan left him at the sudden pain of it. 

“Butch, no, easy.” Lone’s hands gently encouraged him to stay down, and their eyes shone with sympathy that made his chest ache from more than his wounds. “You must be half delirious to be saying all this, but… don’t try to get up, okay? Just try and rest.” 

He wanted to listen to them, wanted to do what his partner asked, wanted to please them that way, but he needed Lone to know. 

It’s been too long. Maybe this deliriousness is what I needed. 

Shoulda tried this earlier.

“Lone, no. You gotta understand-”

“Butch, shh.” They laid a finger over his lips as their other hand stroked over his shoulder. “There’s time. You can tell me everything soon. I want to hear it, okay? Trust me, I do. But now, please… just rest for me. Work on healing, just for a little while. Then you can tell me how you feel.”

Butch’s eyes closed without his permission, their sweet words lulling him back to blissful unconsciousness as their hand continued it’s soothing stroking over a bit of unmarred skin on his arm.   

“And then,” He heard, just as he felt sleep wrapping him in its embrace, “Then I can tell you how I feel, too.” 

The last thing he could recall was a simple touch. In reality, it was faint, but to Butch, their lips upon his forehead felt like a heavy crash, an avalanche of weight poured over him that left nothing in its wake but the possibilities. For his future, and for theirs. 

Charon:

“Wait.” A large, calloused hand grasped at Lone’s shoulder as they made a move to step out from behind the pillar. “I’ll go first.” Charon’s rough voice sounded close to their ear as his hand stayed firmly on them, encouraging their form to move back behind cover once more.

“Why? Did you hear something?”

Charon paused at his companion’s inquiry. Did they think it was odd that he took precautions? That was his job, wasn’t it? It was in his contract...

But we both know I don’t always follow every little rule the paper alludes to in the finer print.

The ghoul cleared his throat, retracting his hand from Lone’s shoulder as he moved to step in front of them, pointedly avoiding their gaze as he thought through what he should say.

Charon didn’t ever recall being so concerned for his employer’s safety before. In fact, it was more likely he would do the bare minimum that was required to keep them from being blown to bits or falling off a cliff than it was for him to go out of his way to ensure their safety of his own accord. He had to follow orders, had to step in harm’s way, should it suddenly become clear to him that they would be injured or killed if he didn’t do so, and… That was it. The contract never mentioned the careful thought process he now went through each time the pair entered into a potentially dangerous situation. Nowhere in the paper did it say that his heart would need to flutter with anxiety when his companion was in danger, or that his body should flush with the heat of anger when a bullet did happen to graze them. The contract never told him to remain up all through the night, poised and ready for an unexpected attack, or lie awake in Lone’s dim room, his mind fraught with worry for the next day.

Yet, here he was. Doing all of that. When the hell had all this happened?

Charon tried to convince himself that it was only due to Lone’s kindness, to their low-maintenance in comparison to the likes of his previous employers. He tried to tell himself that the only reason he didn’t want them dead was because then he’d be saddled with some other asshole he had to answer to, but Charon knew deep down that that was bullshit. Even when his employers had been bearable, he’d never felt this strongly for them.

A moment of silence passed before Charon finally fixed his companion with his intense, icy gaze.

“No.” He said simply, “I didn’t hear anything.”

Their eyebrows scrunched together and Charon saw the question forming in their mind. Before they could even voice it, he replied.

“I just want to keep you safe.”

Clover:

“Sugar, you know I mean it when I tell you you look good, right?”

Clover always flirted, it was more of a personality trait than a conscious action at this point. It was just the way she was, the way she had been told to be, made to be for so many years that it just became a part of her. Now was different though, she always flirted without realizing it, but now… Well, she actively wanted to, and of course, of course Lone would be impervious to it. Did they really not notice? They almost seemed to ignore her little compliments, her teasing words and forward touches, and Clover does not like being ignored under any circumstance.

Finally, one day, she'd been driven to confront her companion about it.

“What’s your problem, huh? What’ve you got against me?” Clover finally burst out after the umpteenth time she’d said something sickly sweet that they’d just completely brushed off like a dead leaf on their jacket.

Look, she’d tried being subtle, she’d tried being low-key as much as the ex-slave could be, then she’d gotten more aggressive with her verbal affections, she’d gotten more direct with her lingering touches and her suggestive comments, but Sole seemed to just laugh off all of it, or worse, they’d pretend as if she didn’t do anything at all.

Clover was over it.

“Is it the way I look, huh?" She held her arms out wide, and Lone shrank back in response. "Is it cuz of my past, then? What, I been with too many folks for you to handle? What?”

“Clove,” Lone looked down at the floor in… what, embarrassment? Shame? It was hard to tell. “I didn’t realize–” 

“No, you look at me, sweetheart. Look me in the eye as you tell me what I don’t wanna hear.” 

“I didn’t want to take advantage of you, is all” Their gaze was sympathetic as it met her sizzling expression. 

“What?” 

“It’s like you said, about your past… I wasn’t sure if you, well, how you felt about me at all. Not when, your whole life, you’ve been forced to try and attract everyone around you, to be suggestive and touchy and I didn’t just want to be another asshole that only sees you as a piece of meat.” 

They wrung their hands with their confession, but their eyes stayed locked to hers, just like she'd asked. 

“Because I don’t. I… I like you, Clove.”

“You… Honest? You really do?” She took a step closer, her expression vastly changed from the flared nostrils and low brows she’d had before. Elation hung behind a thin curtain of disbelief. 

“Well, yeah. I just… Didn’t want you to think that’s why I bought your– well, you."

The word sounded so hollow, and Clover felt it like a pang in her chest. It wasn't often that she let her past hurt her this way. That wasn't a trend she could afford to start, but seeing the way it pained Lone to speak about...

"You don’t owe me anything." They continued somberly, "It’s as I said before, you’re free to go, if that’s what you want–”

“It’s not, sugar.” Clover shook her head as a poorly contained smile tugged at her full lips, as her hands went to either side of Lone's face, her thumbs brushing over their cheeks. “As I’ve been tryin’ to tell ya all this time… I want you.” 

She couldn't help all the flirting she did, both before, and after their conversation. Her past also made it hard for her to know which feelings of hers were truly real, as opposed to ones put in place in order to defend herself. Clover's still working all of that out, but just knowing... Understanding Lone's point of view, and hearing the genuine words leave them... It made the process of falling for someone easier than it's ever been before.

Cross:

“A very good shot. You must have exemplary eyesight, ma’am/sir.”

The action of flirting never came naturally to the Paladin. Obviously it wasn't high on her priority list when it came to skills she sought to perfect. If it were, her proficiency in other areas, with focuses on survival and combat prowess, surely would've suffered. But at this rate, she wished she could've had at least some form of training in the subtle art of wooing someone. Not just any someone, but Lone. Her companion, her friend, someone not in the Brotherhood, someone who wouldn't cause her to break decorum if she were to be with them.

It was a strange sensation, knowing that she had feelings for Lone. She was rarely certain about these things, and she almost never caught feelings for anyone. Maintaining distance from those around you, remaining indifferent to people you spend inordinate amounts of time with, it's a burden every soldier had to bear if they hope to defend their hearts and minds from the brutality of sudden and bitter loss. And yet, here she was, catching feelings for a civilian.

Perfect.

Cross tried to ignore it for ages, but it only seemed to become more obvious the more she attempted to conceal it. She would stumble over her words, blush more, become embarrassed about certain uncivilized things soldiers shouldn't think twice about. Why did she have such a hard time asking Lone to halt when she has to… relieve herself? She's a damn Star Paladin for Christ's sake, taking a ten-one shouldn't effect her in such a way.

In the end, she would find herself utterly unable to keep from at least complimenting her companion on their combat skills, their abilities as a diplomat that she so admired, their compassion towards others, and even their athletic physique. Is it really flirting? Hopefully Lone thinks so, because this as much as the Paladin can seem to muster in the ways of wooing.

Fawkes:

“You are a good companion, and an even better friend. I am beyond fortunate to have you in my life, and if ever there is anything you need, I will be here.”

Fawkes isn't quite sure what all of these feelings mean. The way his stomach tingles, a smile involuntarily crinkles his eyes, how he feels so warm inside when he looks at his companion. Is it friendship? Friendship is strong, and he felt strongly towards Lone, that, he knew.

When it comes down to it, Fawkes has no idea what he's doing as he relentlessly compliments this incredible person beside him. He's simply honest with his companion. Fawkes thinks they're the bravest person he's met, they have a good sense of humor, a kind heart, and they gave him a chance when no one else would even think to. He's proud to call Lone his friend, and he doesn't hesitate to let everyone know.

The day he finds out that it's more than friendship that he feels for his companion, Fawkes becomes, well... quite shy. Though, he'd never want to waver in his compliments, as he believes in being genuine and would never feel embarrassed about telling Lone the truth, he'd be more careful with his word choice, and the comments would be less frequent. As he continues his assault of kind words, praise, and appreciation for his companion; he would be planning his confession to them. Lone deserved to know the way he felt, even if they didn't feel the same. He just had to tell them, because, if they did feel the same? It would change his whole world for the better.

Jericho:

"Fuck, kid. You're crazier than I am, heh."

No form of praise is light praise, when it comes to Jericho. The ex-raider has a sorta allergy to compliments, especially the genuine kind, but Lone, he likes.

So what if he tells 'em that they're nuts enough to run with him? He can eye them up when they make a great shot, or tell them they're a badass when they make some shit explode, check out their ass in those tight road leathers they like to wear. That doesn't mean nothing.

He's too old for any of that shit, anyway. No, Jericho outgrew the ability to have feelings for anyone when he was about 10 years old. An' his conquests back in his raider days had left him full enough for two lifetimes in terms of companionship.

Nah, Lone was just... They were alright. The first 'alright' vault dweller he's ever met, and the first person in ages that didn't make him wanna set off that bomb in Megaton's center and give them all a little peace.

It wasn't 'till his actions started reflecting those little glimpses of... whatever the fuck was going on with Lone, that he even realized he was acting out of character.

Sure, sharing ammunition and helping 'em scavenge enough scraps to fix up their armor, sewing up a wound while they gritted their teeth, and swapping food stores wasn't anything groundbreaking, but... Well, he's never done any of that shit with past traveling companions. Hell, he more so wished his past companions’ armor would fail so he could loot their corpse when they dropped, that they wouldn't notice the ammo he swiped from their pack at night, that their wound would fester and he could have a few more caps in his pocket when they didn't wake up from fevered sleep.

With Lone though... it went even further. Giving them first dibs on loot, offering to carry more of their shit, so they could have a lighter load, sharing a fucking cigarette with 'em. That shit was strange.

Cigs are like straight fucking gold to the ex-raider, and yet...

Shit...

Look, they wanna run with an old raider like him, Lone has gotta be the one to say it, to admit any feelings. But those actions of his? That's as loud as Jericho gets with the vulnerable shit, everything else is in their hands.

[yourmateyoya]

Them: I love fallout 3 companions

The fallout 3 companions:



(Also make Butch’s skin lighter for some reason)

[fnvbennygecko]

they're so perfect for each other

[libertybri]

fallout 3 companions reaction to lone being a shameless dirty talker who likes to get them hot/bothered by not doing anything when they're interested (just so they can eventually explode with built up lust)

Game: Fallout 3

Category: Companion Preferences

Description: Lone likes to get them hot and bothered. They react to having enough of that.

Warnings: Semi-sexual content, Mentions of sex

Butch

He is all for a good, long game of teasing– it actually excites him. Butch can last all day with being dirty talked to, however once it reaches the day’s end and he realizes that Lone never intends on actually acting on their words, his excitement turns to frustration. He’s gone too many days being the brunt of Lone’s dirtiest lines, being eyed by them as if they want him as much as he wants them, and then ignored by nightfall, left to handle his business on his own. He swears that Lone gets themselves off to his misery in that, rather than getting off to him. This going on for weeks now was wearing his patience thin. It seemed very obvious to him that he was into Lone, reciprocating pretty much all of their advances with the dirty talk.

With it being the middle of the summer, Butch could no longer stand to wear his black leather jacket. He now just wears his simple white tank top and jeans. Lone uses this style as their main topic of dirty talk quite often since the weather began to get as hot as sir DeLoria himself. “You must be sneaking off to workout or something. Looking finer with each day that passes.” Lone smirks at Butch as their lustful taunting begins.

“The times of the day when I’m not with you? You think I’m not sneaking off to meet with some broad?” Butch retorts, his response immediately halting Lone in their tracks. Their brows contort to a quizzed expression.

“So you’re seeing someone then?” They ask him, their face heating up with a feeling one can only describe as embarrassment. How could Butch not tell them that he had a partner? He just let them continue flirting with him everyday though he was seeing someone?

“I’m not.”

“So this broad doesn’t exist then?”

“That depends. Is this going somewhere or do you just enjoy getting me all hot ‘n bothered?”

“Oh, this is definitely going somewhere.” Lone takes Butch’s confirmation of his single status and confession of interest as an invitation. That somewhere was straight to their rented bed in Rivet City to work out Butch’s many weeks of frustration.

Charon

Charon didn’t quite understand that Lone was flirting with him. He was very hesitant to even respond to the dirty talk at all, giving simple grunts of acknowledgment to keep Lone happy. In his mind it was simple: He was a ghoul, they were a human, their flirting was a joke. It wasn’t until the dirty talk began to get more personal, along with more time traveling alongside each other day-in and day-out, it made him realize that maybe Lone does have a strange attraction to him. Their words, though very vulgar, were sincere. Instead of feeling false rejection by imagining they were making a joke out of him, he now felt want.

“I’m thinking maybe we can close the distance a little, in combat of course. Having you closer is all I need.” Lone exaggerates their play on words to Charon.

“I always got your back.” Charon says gruffly. He hesitates with his next words, “But I’m starting to wonder if there are other reasons you’d want me much closer. You can definitely handle yourself.”

“Other reasons?” Lone plays dumb.

“Are there?”

They grin, looking him up and down. “Yeah, maybe there are some other reasons. But I could give you some reasons to want to be close to me too.”

“You don’t even have to try, Boss.”

Clover

Clover was actually the one to begin the dirty talk in their dynamic. She appreciated Lone in many ways and was with them quite often, so it was no surprise that she was attracted to them. She made them very aware that she was willing to go as far as they wanted to, however she was confused when they reciprocated her dirty talk with their own but made no advances in their relationship.

“If I had a cap for each time I watched you bend over to pick something up, we wouldn’t have to be scavenging anymore.” Lone curiously watches Clover bend again to pick up a combat knife and a bobby pin box from a corpse.

“Keep talking like that, sugar, and I’m going to have you pinned down for hours.” Clover says, her voice sounding sweet and innocent, complete opposite of her promise she uttered.

“Well, if you’re offering…”

“Hm, you really think you can handle me?”

Jericho

He doesn’t hold back returning dirty dialogue when Lone begins their own dirty talk. If anything, he was only surprised that a pristine Vaultie would want to do anything remotely sexual with a dirty ex-raider who’s twice their age. This fact, however, becomes very apparent when their constant dirty talk never goes any further, which begins to frustrate Jericho. He’s left many nights taking off to finish his own business because his companion started the job and didn’t want to finish. It takes him longer than he would like to admit to figure out they are toying with him. When he finally pieces it together, he is practically fuming.

“You always avoid telling me those raider stories. I bet you were a real big, bad raider. You used to take what you wanted, huh?”

“I still am and I still do. You don’t notice?”

“Hm, guess you don’t want me bad enough then.” Lone shrugs him off promptly, knowing their teasing would send him over the edge. They attempt to walk on like usual, however Jericho stops them in their tracks and spins them around. They’re pinned against the wall in seconds.

“Uh-uh, not getting away this time, Vaultie. I think it’s time for you to act on your words, huh?”

Sarah Lyons

She isn’t one for games—Sarah is very much an upfront person especially when it comes to personal feelings, as she never knows when her last battle may be, so time is precious. Lone toying around with their own feelings towards her irritated the soldier to no end. She made them aware of her irritation when she first realized they were flirting with her; Them being somewhat vulgar in their words of affection, which made her heart flutter for a moment before she grew annoyed with the circumstances. Since then they attempted to keep their dirty talk somewhat on the down-low, however Sarah would call them out for any cheeky behavior and instantly shut it down.

“Hey Sentinel, guess what I’m wearing under this power armor.” Lone begins their antics with Sarah, causing her to audibly sigh. “I’m winking by the way—“ They say from behind their power armor helmet.

“Knight, I shouldn’t have to remind you of the consequences this conversation may lead to.”

“Do you wish to punish me, Sentinel?” Lone easily drives the nail in the coffin with that comment, bringing Sarah to her breaking point.

“Out of the power armor now. That’s an order, Knight.” She commands, also beginning to step out of her own suit of armor. As soon as the two are both out of their armor, Sarah has Lone against the wall with the collar of their shirt twisting up tightly in her fist. “Enough with the games. What do you want?”

“This exact position, in your quarters, everyday, for the rest of our lives.”

“Good answer.”

[nukacoola]

Btw why did Bethesda have to kill off the two prominent black characters in the Railroad as the only two scripted character deaths in the faction

[butch-de-101]

Who is your favorite Fallout 3 companion and why? Were they your first, made you laugh or cry, or did you find them interesting and felt like they were the one that made the wates more enjoyable?

[everydayyoulovemeless]

The reaction of the companions of fo3 to the fact that they are in love with Lone Wanderer? Please 🙏

Fo3 Companions Realizing They're In Love With Lone

➼ Word Count » 0.7k ➼ Warnings » Age Gap ➼ Genre » Romantic, Pinning

Charon opts to ignore it. He's got a job to do and is bound by contract. His feelings don't matter for this transaction to work and now is no different. Despite it all, he can't help but notice how much more inclined he is to be of service to you — always offering to take the night shift, or more aware of his surroundings than he normally would be. He's never been so fond of the person holding his contract and it makes him feel so conflicted. What would you say? Would you sell him off if you found out? He's a ghoul, for Godsake, what 19-year-old teen would want him?

Clover isn't sure how to act, so she'll act in the only way she's known how — sexually. She'll run her hands across your shoulders and whisper lowly into your ears just so she can get the message across to you, but in all honesty, she truly isn't sure what it is she feels for you. It'll take he a minute to sit down and think everything over before she comes to the realization that she's in love with you. Once she figures it out, she'll tone her erotic actions toward you down, opting to instead bring you flowers, or clean up around your home. She tries to mimic you in how you treat her, hoping that it'll eventually make you feel the same for her as she does you.

Star Paladin Cross feels a bit conflicted about her feelings for you as you're the kid she helped escort to the vault. She's well aware of her body modifications and the sheer age gap between you two and would, therefore, try to extinguish these feelings at all costs. You two weren't meant to be together, and she needs to get a grip before this turns into anything more than you and her being comrades.

Jericho doesn't care if you catch on to how he feels or not, he'll just pin you up against a wall and try to get you flustered. This has always been his way of showing someone that he's interested in them and he'll stick with this method until you say something about it. He's constantly in your face — whether he be throwing his arms around you or squishing your cheeks between his fingers. He loves the way you swat at him and the cute way you roll your eyes at his antics, however, he doesn't realize that he's in love until you get injured badly. Then reality will hit him and he'll (slightly) drop his douchy act and make an actual attempt at wooing you.

Butch tries to play it off and act the same as he always has, but every time he's around you he can't help but fall into a blushing, flustered mess. He's a teenager who's never actually been in love before, and he hates every second of it. Who do you think you are anyway? Walking around as if you're blissfully unaware of his feelings toward you. He gets meaner towards you — teasing you more often and tripping you whenever the chance arises — but it's only to help try and mask his intentions. He'll only put the pieces together when someone else tries to flirt with you, then he'll pull his pocket knife out, scare the guy off, and go right back to how he was before — a bumbling mess.

Fawkes knew he loved you the second you broke him out of that vault, however, he's well aware of how he looks and would never dream of putting you into a situation like that, so he keeps it to himself. He'll be polite to you — always opening doors and offering to hold onto the heavier items and weapons you may possess, but that's the extent of it. He's older than you and would hate to hold you down in any way, so he'll love you from afar and risk his life for you any chance he gets. It's the only way he can think of to pay you back for being so kind toward him.