#fallout 4 oneshot

[everydayyoulovemeless]

Hi! I really like your writing!

Can I request a MacCready x reader where he's patching you up? If possible, can he be denying/ ignoring being in love with you, too?

Wounds ↠ MacCready x Reader

➼ Word Count » 0.7k ➼ Warnings » None ➼ Genre » Romantic, Pinning ➼ A/N » Sorry for the wait, love! I couldn't figure out how I should write him for the longest time, and I still don't feel like I did him much justice, but it's done!

You never imagined that your relationship with the sniper would evolve into anything more than business partners. He made it clear from the start that he didn't have any intention to be your friend. You paid him, he did his job, and that's all the two of you would ever be - until you ran out of currency, that is.

You can remember the exact moment you walked into the Third Rail. A pile of newly attained caps in your pocket that jingled together whenever you jostled your leg too quickly. It was a wonder how you managed to make it that far into town without being mugged, but you supposed the vibrant welcoming from the Mayor himself had more to do with it than you actually appearing as a threat to anyone.

You only wandered into the VIP section out of curiosity. You'd always been a sucker for bar fights, so when you heard an argument brewing up in the back, you couldn't help but be a bit nosy about it.

"You have to tell me when something like this happens." He chided, inspecting the gash on your leg with evident concern. "It's too dangerous out here for you to be ignoring something like this."

"Don't get soft on me." You teased, jerking your leg back at the sting that came when he began pouring water on top of the wound.

You knew you probably shouldn't be joking around at a time like this, but what else could you do? You hated the thought of burdening your companion like this, and after you were so close to arriving at Sanctuary too.

His eyes flickered up to meet your own for a minute before casting them back down at the blood he was washing off your body, "I'm not." He hissed, "I'm making sure my only source of caps stays alive."

You hummed in response, "It's only a scratch. It's not like I'll die. Once we make it back to Sanctuary, I'll have Curie take a look at it, and we'll be back on the road."

"Yeah, well, until then, I'm going to make sure you don't get an infection."

You winced again from the feeling of cold water roughly scrubbing at your wound before gazing apologetically at him.

"I'm fine Mac, really," You said, "It's been healing fine on its own for the past couple of days now"

He takes his hat off of his head and runs a stressed hand through his hair.

He did that same motion in the bar where you'd found him, right after Winlock and Barnes were done confronting him. It made you frown slightly when you saw it.

"Are you.. ok?" You asked slowly, resting a hesitant hand on his shoulder, worried that you might've upset him.

"Are you ok?" He retorted, gesturing vaugely toward your injury.

"I feel fine. Really. I'll be able to make it to the settlement without any support." You assured him - or at least tried to, he didn't seem to be feeling any less concerned, though.

"I just - why didn't you tell me?"

"I knew you'd stress about it." You sighed, "It's nothing, ok? I'll be ok for the time being. Once we're there I'll go straight to the Medic house, alright?"

"Whatever." He muttered, "Come on, I'll carry you on my back until we can get you too a real doctor."

You scoffed playfully, "You're too scrawny to-"

"Get on." He spoke, cutting you off. "I want to get there before it gets dark."

You stared at him for a moment before letting out a sigh and grasping onto his shoulders.

He slotted his arms under your knees carefully, and it was clear by the way he moved over debris that he was trying his hardest not to jostle you too much.

His actions only brought you back to the day you had met. You smiled to yourself as you remembered him counting the caps you'd handed to him before he explained he wouldn't be caring for you in any capacity. He was a bodyguard, not a member of the Minutemen. If you couldn't patch yourself up, then there'd be no reason for him to stay.

You supposed something must've changed between then and now, as he did the one thing he told you he wouldn't.

"What are you breathing in my ear for?" He asked defensively. You could feel his face heating up ever so slightly as you rested your head on his shoulder.

You smiled a little wider, "No reason."

[softrozene]

Not Going Anywhere

@valzella​ requested: If you don’t have too many requests at the moment, may I request a FO4 Maccready x amnestic reader? Or if you don’t like writing maccready then you can choose whomever of your liking!

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GOOOOSHHHH I couldn’t decide how much angst I wanted so I just went for it, but don’t worry, it is definitely a happy ending! Thank you so much for requesting (especially for F04, makes me wanna play again for the 500th something time alfjdlksa) Anyway, I hope you enjoy Lovely!

Joseph MacCready x Amnestic Reader (Gender-Neutral/Nonbinary)

*For those who don’t know, Amnesia refers to the inability to remember events, memories, information, and sometimes the person’s identity for a period of time often due to brain injury, illness, or the effects of drugs or alcohol.

Warnings: Amnesia due to a mild brain injury (aka concussion), mentions of a battle with ghouls (So very angsty with Mac being in his feels :’) ) mention of blood loss for reader, recovery, angst, and of course fluff/happy ending

Words: ~2,6k

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“What’s wrong, Baby? That has to be your tenth drink by now and I don’t see your lover by your side,” Magnolia’s lovely voice breaks MacCready’s brooding thoughts.

MacCready huffs at her. “Not in the mood tonight, Magnolia.”

“Not even for my music? You always love a good song,” Magnolia states as Whitechapel Charlie pours MacCready another drink.

It is silent, aside from the low jazz playing in the background. Magnolia is due to go back on stage in a few minutes as the drifters wait for her beautiful voice to continue with her sweet songs. MacCready has half the mind to leave. Hell, he really wants to, but he can’t, and that thought is slowly killing him. He can’t leave and go to where his partner is.

That is until he hears a gruff voice. “Leave the gloomy man alone, Magnolia. Trust me, Sunshine. You don’t want to mess with him right now,” Hancock’s gravelly voice calls out from the stairs.

Hearing his voice, MacCready is up on his feet and making his way to the ghoul mayor. Seeing him, MacCready already knows that there is good news. Being stuck back in Goodneighbor was driving him up the wall, but now at the possibility of good news, he was ready to leave. He is ready to return to you.

Hancock starts to go up the stairs with MacCready close behind. Slowly he begins to talk, “Deacon is here. Waiting at the gate. Seems like (Name) really is a tough survivor. They made it through their surgery, but you should know… Something isn’t right with their head.”

Hearing that sends alarms through MacCready’s body. “What do you mean?”

“You know when you said (Name) was sick and acting a bit funny before they passed out with you and Deacon? Well, those were symptoms of a concussion. I don’t know the details, and honestly don’t wanna hear ‘bout them. Too gruesome to hear about when I care about them. All I care about is that they are alive. So, ask whoever fixed them up, but just be cautious. Deacon may have more,” Hancock explains as he walks MacCready to the gate.

There Deacon was, dressed as a drifter and ready to go. He seemed anxious as he saw MacCready and it makes MacCready feel kind of bad since their departure… Things got rather heated, and his bruised hand was definitely not better now.

Hancock says goodbye and once it is just the two, Deacon smiles a bit awkwardly. “Hey, Mac… No hard feelings between us, right Bud?” Deacon asks and MacCready swears he can hear a smidge of guilt in his voice.

MacCready sighs. “No. We’re good. How’s your eye?”

“Like hell. You threw a pretty good hit, Mac. But it’s all good. I understand why you did it. Hell, if I wasn’t allowed to go to a creepy secret underground place with my partner, I would have done the exact thing. Maybe worse, but who knows,” Deacon says slightly joking.

MacCready has a feeling he isn’t though. He sighs. “Give it to me straight. How are they? Can I see them now?”

“Yeah, man. No problemo. Had to clear it with my Boss, so you are good to enter our secret cave. Again, they just took security precautions since they didn’t know you, but now that I vouched for you and they were able to get clear confirmation from (Name) that they trust you, you are all good to go. As for (Name) themselves… Uh… It’s kind of awkward, not gonna lie.” Deacon suddenly seems grim.

MacCready glares at him. “What the fuc- what the hell, do you mean by awkward? Are they good or not?”

“Uh, yes. Yes. They are fine physically. They are going to recover just fine. But uh, you’ll see. You are going to talk with our doctor. Doctor Carrington. He’s kind of a stiff man, but he will be completely honest since I don’t know how to exactly break it to you. Just… We will be there soon,” Deacon says going silent, prepared to lead MacCready to the Railroad’s HQ.

As they walk in silence, MacCready can’t help but think back on all that has happened. Just a few days ago, both of you were traveling along the Mass Pike Tunnel, not in it, just around it when you came closer to the East point of it. MacCready noticed the dead raiders first. He noticed that something felt off and so did you, but before either of you could say anything, did a horde of ghouls come from out of the tunnel after hearing you talk.

Under normal circumstances, it would have been easy to pick them off, but you and Mac have been traveling for days, trying to make it back to Goodneighbor to rest up at the hotel. You both were running on low fuel, and it was obvious when you even wanted to just run. They were fast and there were too many. They caught up too quickly and you had no choice but to fight while being on top of an old vehicle in an attempt for safety.

While both of you were picking off the ghouls one by one, it was a simple, but a fatal mistake on your part that neither of you noticed until much later. You slipped off the vehicle and hit your head pretty hard, the ghouls getting on top of you and MacCready remembers the pure adrenaline, the pure fear he felt when he saw that scene. He remembers what happened to Lucy and how she died. He was not going to let that happen to you. He would rather die than let you meet the same fate. He jumped off the vehicle and it was a blur for him as he took on the ghouls mainly by himself, getting their attention off you as he fought them off.

It felt like hours for him but was likely minutes before he got the last ghoul, and only then did he realize your injuries were worse. When you fell, you landed on your sharp melee weapon, the nasty injury bleeding badly, but you both have been through worse. Once he was sure the area was clear, he was quick to attend to your injuries, using whatever bandages you had, whatever stimpaks you had to bring your health up and to get the bleeding to slow down. Your stomach was bandaged, and those bandages had been tightly tied around your midsection.

The goal then was to still make it to Goodneighbor. MacCready was desperate to get you help there, to make sure that your injury was not that severe, but he didn’t know any good doctors there and he sure as hell didn’t want to go to Diamon City with how snobby the residents were there. Even you didn’t want to go back and in hindsight, it would have been a better idea since it was closer. Yet you both continued on. The closer you got to Goodneighbor, the more tired you got. You were beginning to bleed through the bandages and the sight made MacCready sick to his stomach. It was okay though; he knew you would make it. You had to make it. You didn’t fall to the ghouls as his Lucy did, so you had to continue to make it, or he would lose his goddamn mind.

Then another problem arises. Goodneighbor was just around the corner, but you would have to go through the super mutants to get there. MacCready was ready to go all out, but looking at the slowly declining shape you were in… It wasn’t a good idea in the slightest. He thanks whatever fate is truly out there when he heard a low whistle that grabbed his attention. You didn’t seem to hear it. In fact, you seem as if you were slowly losing focus on your surroundings as you did your best to keep standing. Though, he noticed you looked incredibly twitchy as you did so.

“Mac, (Name),” MacCready heard the whispered shout of a familiar voice.

He turned to see Deacon hiding in an abandoned building. MacCready made his way over there, holding your hand tightly to lead you that way.

“Holy shit, I thought it was you guys but, (Name) isn’t looking so hot,” Deacon states as soon as you both made it into the building.

You look up and ask with confusion, “Deacon, what are you doing here? Where… Is here?”

That question had the two freeze up, especially with the confusion and slight fear suddenly clouding your eyes as you glanced around the place.

“We had a run-in with a horde of ghouls. (Name) got hurt falling off a car. We’re headed to Goodneighbor but…” MacCready starts.

Deacon nods in realization. “The doctors there have their hands full… With some packages. We can take (Name) to the Railroad HQ, it’s a bit further away, north of Goodneighbor, but damn do we have a good doctor.”

“You think you can make it (Name)?” MacCready asks.

Your voice suddenly turns irritated as you ask, “Make it where?”

Once again, the two males freeze up at the question, and they didn’t have much time to dwell on why you were afflicted with confusion when you suddenly bent over and threw up. You looked so unwell, and Deacon was quick to put a hand on your forehead while MacCready held you up.

“They’re pretty clammy. That sure is a lot of blood loss. Let’s get going.”

That was the goal until you passed out, out of nowhere. Only then did the two realize what a fatal position you were in. It was hard to get you to Goodneighbor when you lost unconsciousness but when you woke up it was even harder as you were so confused and agitated, not wanting to be touched but wanting to lay down.

Thankfully, they got you there, but that was when MacCready found out he wasn’t allowed to go in since Deacon couldn’t clear it with Desdemona. When Deacon told him that after you were safely inside, he may have lost it in a moment of anger and took it out on Deacon’s face, being told by Deacon and a few others to leave and that Deacon will be in touch.

That leaves him here and anxious as he and Deacon made it back to the Old North Church where the Railroad HQ lies underneath. He is nervous now, so nervous to see the state you are in. He is happy to hear that you are recovering, but something is leaving a bad taste in his mouth. Deacon leads him inside and through some old tunnels in silence until they are in the main room where a bunch of Railroad agents speaks among themselves.

A woman comes to greet them along with what MacCready assumes is their doctor. “Hello there, I’m Des and I do want to apologize for not allowing you to enter. With our lack of information on you, we have to be cautious, but that is in the past now. (Name) is resting on that mattress over there.”

MacCready’s eyes go to where you are and indeed, he sees you sleeping. The doctor speaks. “I’m Doctor Carrington and I was made aware that you are (Name)’s partner. I have some unfortunate news for you. They are fine. I managed to clean their wound and stitch it up, but it is their head injury I am more nervous about for now. They have a concussion. Deacon told me that you said they fell off a car. Did they hit their head in the fall?”

“Yeah… Yeah they did,” MacCready states his mouth feeling dry.

Doctor Carrington frowns. “That is what I am afraid of. They seem to have a mild concussion. Deacon told me of their symptoms before they were brought here. Shakiness, confusion, nausea, and unconsciousness, all of those are symptoms. Thankfully, it has been a few days since then and with the rest they are having they seem to be a lot better. Unfortunately… They do not remember quite a lot of things.”

“What are you talking about? They don’t remember what?” MacCready asks suddenly irritated at the thought that you have amnesia.

He is happy you are fine, but if he loses you in this way too… He feels defeated. He will take his time to get to know you all over again, but he feels so hurt. But you are safe now, that he can definitely live with.

“(Name) remembers who they are. They remember quite a lot, but… They do not remember Deacon at all. I believe because this traumatic injury happened when they saw Deacon, so we are under the assumption that…” Doctor Carrington pauses.

MacCready scowls. “They won’t remember me.”

The three with him nod their heads and Des excuses herself to go stand where her plans are. Doctor Carrington continues in a solemn tone, “It has only been four days since the concussion occurred. They can only heal with rest and being watched carefully. I believe when they are fully healed from the concussion their memory will start to come back. It is all temporary, that much I can assure you since their head was only banged up a smidge. Even so, when you speak to them, try not to cause them stress as it could worsen their symptoms.”

He takes his leave and Deacon sighs. “So… Uh, I will be in that corner if you need me. And try not to worry MacCready. I can’t stand a good friend not remembering me, so I promise you that they will remember us in time.”

MacCready says nothing but begins to slowly walk to your mattress. His heart falls at seeing the slightly ripped shirt you are wearing, revealing fresh tightly bound bandages, to ensure that you don’t rip open your stitches. You appear to be sleeping so soundly so he takes a seat by you, his hand reaching for your own and the warmth reassures him. He really can live without you remembering him. He can because you are alive and that is all that matters to him.

Slowly you begin to stir, your hand clenching his tightly from being aware of the warmth as your eyes begin to open. They find him and slowly a smile forms on their lips before confusion crosses their face.

“You… Must be MacCready?” You ask slowly.

He nods his head, forcing a smile on his lips. “Yeah, I am. How are you feeling?”

“So tired. Weak. But better. I… This is weird, but I suddenly feel a lot safer now that you are here. I don’t know you, but the other guy, Deacon I think, was telling me about you. I’m sorry I can’t remember you, but… I felt like something was missing when I woke up. And just now, I felt so full and just safe,” you say a bit breathless.

It makes MacCready’s heart swell with joy.

“I understand if you want to leave. It might be weird waiting until my memories come back but I would under-“

“No. I’m not going anywhere. Ever again. I was losing my damn mind wondering how you were. I don’t care if you don’t have your memories. My place is meant to be by your side. Even at the slim chance of your memories not coming back… I would stay,” MacCready states completely serious.

He is never leaving your side again. The heartache and worry he has felt these past few days with just drinking at the Third Rail have been hell for him. Seeing your eyes soften at the sight of him and the fact you feel safe with him even if you don’t remember who he is… Yeah, he is staying. No matter what.

Your small laugh you let escape fills his heart with love. It grows as you say, “Thank you then… Mac. I look forward to remembering you.”

And he looks forward to it too.

[that-blue-vault-dweller]

One shot idea that I got at like 3am. Nora and Piper have gotten themselves into trouble and once they unravel the mess they are in they are both afraid of going back to Diamond city because they just know that Nick will somehow find out.

A/N: Thank you so, so much for this request!!! I've really enjoyed writing for these two and it's actually been the first time in a good while that I've actually enjoyed writing a fanfic lol 😅

Sorry it took so long to reply! It took me a while to get back inspiration for this fandom, but I'm going to do my best to keep it for at least a little while longer 💙💛

Word Count: 1.6k+

   “My place or your place?” Nora asked, stopping finally in the nonstop sprint they had been on since running into that Super Mutant Behemoth and bringing down all of the ghouls in the nearby area on their heads.

   By some miracle, they had defeated the thing, and Nora honestly still was not sure how.

   The entire thing had been partially both of their faults with Nora reminiscing over the days that she would go on the swan ride and Piper deciding to indulge her with Nora more than happy to go along with it and help her. Piper had led the way, Dogmeat following as she brought them over to the swan when something suddenly emerged out of the water.

   Which led them to somehow killing the thing with no large weapons— at least none that were compatible with the remaining ammo that they had between the both of them— and one lucky hand grenade that Nora had happened to throw in its basket, the blast radius destroying its head.

   But they then realized they had lured all of the ghouls in their direction, and there were far too many to reasonably take on considering the fact that they were almost out of ammo for the pistols they had on them.

   So they ran and here they were now, trying to decide which place to go to refill on ammo so that they could actually go to the place that they were originally aiming to go before the entire escapade happened.

   Piper looked behind her as she paused before replying, shaking her head as she squinted. She then looked back at her best friend, apparently satisfied with the lack of ghouls following them.

   “My place is closer,” Piper pointed out, trailing off a little as she stopped and started to sit down on the sidewalk there below her. She did not sound overly enthusiastic about heading back to her own place, and Nora raised an eyebrow as she looked down at the other girl.

   “But?” Nora asked, and Piper shook her head.

   “Blue, you know we can’t go back there,” Piper told her, and Nora paused, going through all of the reasons why they should go back there. She ultimately came up with no reason they should not, and she looked at Piper, utterly lost.

   “Umm… Why?” Nora questioned, furrowing her brow as she leaned against the streetlight and tried to regain her breath. Piper just waved her hand in the direction of Diamond City lazily, pulling out a cigarette.

   Dogmeat came over to inspect her to see if it was anything he could eat, and Piper leaned away from him, trying to keep her cigarette out of his reach. He gave up after a short moment of this and she then returned to what she had to say in response to Nora’s question.

   “Because of Nick! He’ll know!”

   “How would he know?”

   “Because he just will! And then we’ll get a lecture!”

   “You say this like you speak from experience,” Nora huffed incredulously, unable to help the smile that was tugging at the corners of her lips.

   Piper was one of a kind, and honestly, Nora could see Nick giving her a good scolding back when the girl was younger. She was instantly picturing Piper around the age of sixteen and Nick acting as a sort of father or grandfather figure for her, the girl just as fiery as she always was and Nick just as tired as he always was.

   “I do have experience. He’ll have our heads, mark my words,” Piper told her, pointing at her with her good hand before taking a drag from the cigarette.

   “He’s never tried that with me,” Nora acknowledged, and Piper released a long breath from her mouth, smoke billowing between her lips.

   “Yeah, well, there’s a first time for everything,” Piper shot back, and Nora thought about it for a few moments before returning her gaze to Piper’s, concern starting to grip at her a bit. She knew how Nick could be when he disapproved of things despite her having never seen the lecturing side of him.

   “He can’t be that bad.”

   “Look, you remember when he got upset with Vadim that one time when some of his famous moonshine got into some of the schoolkids’ hands, and he fussed at him for a solid fifteen minutes?” Piper asked, and Nora nodded.

   “Yeah… I thought he was never going to stop. Poor man didn’t even mean to for it to end up with the kids. Didn’t it come from Darcy Pembroke?” Nora questioned, trying to remember the entire thing and Piper nodded.

   “Imagine that lecture but like for twice that amount of time or better,” Piper explained, bringing the cigarette to her lips once more, and Nora wrinkled her nose as she thought about Nick’s unrivaled ability to scold people.

   Nick could certainly do a good job lecturing people and he would not let anyone get in a word edgewise if it was something that he was particularly worked up about. Nora definitely did not really want to be on the receiving end of the whole thing…

   “Well… where should we go then? We need to restock on ammo somewhere… Goodneighbor maybe?” Nora suggested and Piper scoffed, letting out another breath of smoke.

   “Ugh, I hate it there,” Piper grumbled, and Nora shrugged tiredly.

   “I know, but we don’t have much of a choice. It’s a long ways between here and Sanctuary and that’s where I keep my ammo. And if Diamond City’s out of the question, Goodneighbor’s our last option,” Nora explained, and Piper sighed, standing up as she offered Dogmeat a scratch.

   “Guess we better get going,” Piper agreed reluctantly, dropping her cigarette as she snuffed it out with her boot. Nora huffed, smiling softly as she realized Piper’s hat was drooping a little too far down her face.

   “And play it quiet,” Nora told her, adjusting Piper’s hat playfully. Piper’s eyes sparkled and she feigned offense as she placed her hand on her chest as if she had been utterly scandalized by the other woman.

   “Are you implying that I don’t play things quiet?” Piper asked, and Nora could easily see that she was barely able to keep the cheese-eating grin off of her face. Nora raised an eyebrow, her own smile starting to come onto her face.

   “It was a warning for both of us, but if the shoe fits,” Nora conceded, and Piper offered her own raised eyebrow in reply.

   “I’m pretty sure you were aiming that one at me, Blue,” Piper pointed out, and Nora smirked knowingly, unable to help her amusement as an old saying came to mind.

   “Hey, the bit dog hollers, I always heard,” Nora joked, lightly bumping into her with her shoulder. Piper narrowed her eyes and bumped into her in turn before throwing an arm around her as the both of them started to head out, Dogmeat walking ahead of them with his tongue lolling happily.

   “Not so fast, ladies,” a voice spoke up, and Nora and Piper froze in place, sharing a horrified glance before turning around quickly.

   There behind them was the one and only Nick Valentine.

   “Nick! What are you doing here?” Nora asked smoothly, trying not to look like she was guilty. That one time that she and her sister had brought a puppy home to her and Nate’s place in a Pre-War Sanctuary Hills randomly came back to mind.

   Just like she had then with her biological sister in the face of Nate’s dissatisfaction, she now glanced at Piper briefly, wordlessly sharing a silent agreement to pretend nothing had happened and that they were perfectly innocent.

   “What are you two doing here so close to Boston Commons?” he asked, watching them carefully. He offered Dogmeat an affectionate rub of the ears in response to the dog’s nose against his good hand.

   “Aww, Nicky… Look at this guy, Blue, he’s a sweetheart. All worried about us,” Piper pointed out, grinning and trying to disguise the panic that Nora could see shining in her eyes.

   “That was really sweet of you,” Nora told him, smiling softly, hoping her tone would throw him off-track from the situation that he doubtlessly was doing his best to sniff out.

   Nick very unfortunately did not look amused.

   “Yeah, well, when I heard from our mutual friend in the spying business that a couple of wastelanders were crazy enough to try to take on a Super Mutant Behemoth with just a couple of ten millimeters, a hand grenade, and an attack dog, I knew something was up,” Nick stated drily, and Piper’s smirk fell as she let out a loud groan. Nora sighed deeply, closing her eyes as she winced a little at the knowledge that they had been caught.

   “What did I tell ya?!” Piper cried. Nora tried to appease him with an apologetic look.

   “In our defense, we didn’t aim to take it on at all, much less with only the two handguns. We did have other weapons but we ran out of ammo before we even got to Boston Commons,” Nora explained with a nervous chuckle, and Piper groaned once more, still mourning the fact that Nick had found out.

   “Every single time! I’m telling you, he’s like… He’s got eyes in the back of his head or something!” Piper cried in utter exasperation, pointing at him accusingly.

   Nick smiled humorlessly before turning in the direction of Diamond City. Nora knew what was coming next.

   “C’mon. You two can tell me your story on the way back. Then when we’re actually back, I’ll tell you how careless that was,” he told them, a certain Dad-like exhaustion in his tone.

   Nora and Piper shared a glance before sighing deeply, the both of them trailing behind him as Dogmeat proudly ran along and took point, not having the first idea of what was happening between the humans and the synth.

   Piper leaned in closer to her.

   “What did I tell you?” Piper questioned in a whisper, and Nora just shook her head tiredly.

   “Yeah, yeah, I know…”

[grumpymirelurkqueen]

Thank you for your answers it might push me to publish my ff danse one day 🤔

lol never...

[htchnr]

★ stupid sweet spot ❥ P. GAGE.

➻❥ masterlist. ➻❥ buy me a coffee!

CW ➥ slight OOC Gage ⋆ nightmares ⋆ mention of a knife ⋆ if i missed anything, lmk!

PAIRING ➥ fem! ex raider! sole survivor x Gage.

WC ➥ 0,6K. SONG ➥ chocolate and mint, duster.

SUMMARY ➥ he doesn't know when he got this soft and sappy, maybe it all started with the nightmares, maybe it's the shared trauma from an old raider gang the two of you happened to be in together years and years ago. he'll never know.

★ - © 2023 HTCHNR. do not copy, share or translate my work to this platform, or any other! - ★

you gasp, shooting upright from the hard mattress under you. your chest raising and falling rapidly, your eyes dart across the room in a panic. tears pour from your eyes as you clasp a hand across your mouth, desperately trying to muffle the sobs coming from you.

a large rough hand finds it's way to your lower back, and you practically jump from the contact. your hand shoots towards your pillow, aiming for the knife you keep under there. but a second, similar hand grabs your wrist. "hey it's me, it's okay." a deep raspy voice sounds from beside you, pulling you out of your drowning thoughts.

your blurry eyes meet Gage's, and you can see the ache in them. "doll face it's okay, i promise you." he assures you, holding your face between his large hands. his eyes are locked onto yours, his face painfully softened and has an almost hurt look in his eyes. he hates to see you like this; distressed and disoriented from the nightmares which have become frequent.

your lips part, and Gage can see something break in your eyes. "Gage..." you croak out, your voice barely able to speak.

"it's alright. i'm here, i'm right here with you." his thumbs stroke reassuring circles onto your cheekbones.

you let out a sob, wrapping your arms around his neck and burying your face into his chest. he raises one of his hands up to the back of your head, tucking your face into the crook of his neck as he holds you. you and Gage stay like that for a while, until he's sure you're grounded.

he doesn't know when he got this soft and sappy, maybe it all started with the nightmares, maybe it's the shared trauma from an old raider gang the two of you happened to be in together years and years ago. he'll never know.

he places a firm kiss to your head and leans back against the shitty pillows, holding you firmly against his chest. as your breathing slows, Gage knows that your close to falling asleep again. he raises the blanket around you, tucking it in around your neck. you nuzzle closer to Gage, your hand fisting his ribbed tanktop. he rests his head atop yours and closes his eyes.

"i think i love you.." you mutter, just before falling asleep, firmly held in his arms.

Gage lips quirk up sleepily. "i know doll, i know."

[sparkyz-plug-writes]

[☆Intro post but for my writing!☆]

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I'm Sparky/Kozie and this is just a blog for writing requests!

!!Masterlist!!

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!!Rules!!

Be specific! Like the gender of the reader (if it is not specified I will make it gender neutral) and if it's headcanons or oneshots!

Don’t request something I’ve said I won't do Thanks!!

I won't to spicy/lemon stuff bc again ew-

But I might do a tiny tiny bit of spice, the rest will be mostly platonic, angst or fluffy romance

Specify if it's romantic, platonic or familia

And finally don't rush me, I'll try to hurry as fast as I can but things like oneshots can take a while (⁠-⁠_⁠-⁠;⁠)

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What I will do:

A bit Gore or death

My OCS

Character headcanons with or without reader

Oneshots

Angst

X readers

Oc x canon?

Fluff

Oc x reader

Hurt/comfort

Yanderes (don't do this shit irl)

Some heavy topics (I SWEAR IF U ROMANTICIZE THESE I WILL HURT YOU-)

Platonic (this will including yanderes ig-)

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What I will NOT do:

Lemon/spicy stuff, I hate it and it's uncomfortable for me

Again romanticizing sensitive topics

Problematic shit (like inc##t, age-gaps for romantic etc)

Tiny spicy stuff for child characters (like the collector or sprig)

Transphobia/homophobia

Racism

Abuse (obviously)

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Fandoms Im writing for:

Amphibia

The owl house

MCSM (Minecraft: story mode)

Payday 2 (still getting the dlcs-)

Gravity falls

Cult of the lamb

Fallout 4

A hat in time

Steven universe

Murder drones

Cookie run kingdom (don't know ovenbreak very much)

And The Mandela Catalogue

[baldofawesome]

some of my faves i hc as ftm trans

from left 2 right: hancock(Fo4) lamplighter(Oneshot) serizawa (mp100) shane & harvey (SDV) 

if this shows how multifandom i am then idk what will lol

[lemonlimelionoc]

If anyone has any requests for my Fallout 4 oneshots fic/book I’m writing throw them at me! Should be able to start on them soon! Part 2 of Punishment should be out Tomorrow!

[commonwealthoccurences]

Cabin Fever

CW: Suspension of disbelief required.  Friends to lovers, Danse is sweet, etc.

It started with wistful reminiscing. 

The Brotherhood of Steel was on a sort of lockdown. The Institute was getting frustrated with their interference and began actively hunting down Brotherhood members. Elder Maxson wasn’t so much worried about this as he wanted the Institute to think he was; while they were on a lockdown to convince the Institute that they were retreating, scared, Paladins were moving in the shadows in an attempt to gather information and hopefully catch the Institute by surprise. Unfortunately, while Maxson said they provided valuable insight, Sole was not a Paladin.

They had been stuck in the Prydwen for two weeks, and they were past getting cabin fever.

Danse was kind enough to humor them in the few glimpses of free time he had between getting sent out into the Commonwealth. Their musings often turned to before the war. Not out of some stinging homesickness and nostalgia, but for the conveniences and commodities that the modern day should’ve had if the bombs hadn’t dropped. Sole sighed and leaned back. No one was even supposed to be on the decks except for the guards, but they had kindly turned a blind eye when they’d skulked out and sat against the railing for a breath of fresh air. It was minutes after Danse had finished debrief that he joined Sole on the deck and sat next to them, looking out over the Commonwealth. “You’re not supposed to be out here.” He said, though it was little more than a throwaway comment.

Sole smiled and rolled their eyes. They were biting at their nails, a bad habit they had kicked before the stress of the lockdown got to them. That drew a look of disapproval out of Danse, an eyebrow raised and the corners of his mouth downturned. Sole sighed and pulled their thumb away from their teeth and made a point to spit the bit of nail in their mouth between the bars of the railing, off into the abyss of empty air above the Wasteland. “Y’know what I miss?” Sole started.

“Air conditioning?”

“Good guess. It isn’t summer yet, though, you’ve got time before I start complaining about that again. No, I miss peanut butter and banana sandwiches.”

Danse grew confused and tilted his head at them. They had to resist the urge to brush their hand along his jaw in affection, so they looked away instead, squinting at the setting sun. “God, how do I even explain this?”

There was something still so odd about the idea that bananas simply didn’t exist anymore. Sole never really remembered just how much was missing until moments like this, where the reality of having to explain a fruit that had been so common slapped them in the face. “Hmm. I’m sure you’ve seen some examples on old advertisements. Bananas were… long. Yellow. A fruit. Seedless. I don’t know how much more information I can really give.”

“A fruit… were they like mutfruit?”

“God, no. Mutfruit are far too acidic. A little too sweet, too. Bananas were very neutral, soft, not very acidic at all. If you ate one you wouldn’t know they were slightly acidic, even.”

“Sounds good.” Danse offered in reply. 

Sole knew he was humoring them, but they lappreciated it anyway. They stuck their legs through the railing and swung their feet back and forth. There was really no reference for nuts in the Wasteland, nothing Sole could even think to compare peanuts to. They rested their forehead against the railing and looked over at Danse, who appeared to be lost in though. It was mere minutes, though, before a Brotherhood member stepped onto the deck and announced yet another field summons for Danse. 

They couldn’t resist sighing in disappointment as he stood, tucking his helmet under his arm. For a second, he was going to leave without another word. After a year of knowing Sole, he knew goodbyes were hard for them. Instead, he paused in the doorway to the Prydwen and rapped his knuckles against the doorway. “I’ll be back soon.”

He didn’t receive a response, but he wasn’t expecting one. When he returned to the deck minutes later for departure, Sole was gone.

It was weeks of sparse news and shaky reports of survival that kept him from returning "soon." Sole cursed him for saying that as they paced their quarters, their nails all bitten down to the beds and bleeding. Haylen had been kind enough to apply ointment one day without any questions, but their teeth were a force to be reckoned with, and their skin was raw by the next hour. 

Sole knew the risks when they joined the Brotherhood, when they got attached to Danse. They questioned if it was worth it; every breath felt like dry-drowning. Their pacing grew sluggish until they were folded up in a chair in the corner, knees tucked to their chest, startling themself every time they began nodding off. 

News came a week and a half after the scouting unit's last report– two weeks after they were supposed to return. The sudden rushing in the halls alerted Sole that something was happening, but it wasn't until they stepped out into the halls and saw familiar faces on stretchers and the tight-lipped Brotherhood doctors that realization dawned on them. 

Sole didn't have time to get nauseous and start shaking. They'd started moving before they even fully realized what was happening. Protocol called for a clearing of the halls and the orderly, single-file transportation of the wounded before the rest of the soldiers involved could unload from the deck. Sole wasn't sitting and waiting to find out if Danse was one of the wounded. Protocol be damned. 

They dodged medics and makeshift stretchers and shouting assistants like their life depended on it, paying no mind to the cries about their blatant disregard for what the Brotherhood had established. The wind was so fierce it bit at their skin when they emerged from the Prydwen, scanning a crowded deck so fast they felt dizzy. But there was a familiar set of armor amongst the mess of higher-ups and Scribes attempting to help. 

Sole got a running start before Danse even turned, nearly barreling him over when they caught him in a hug, one arm around his neck and the other around his back. "You're alive." They exhaled. 

"We're okay. Just, uh--" Danse shifted their weight off of his shoulder with a grimace that almost hid the red gracing his cheeks. "Dislocated," he explained. 

"God, I'm sorry." Sole took a few steps back, looking him over. 

Other than the way he was holding himself that obviously indicated something was wrong with his shoulder, he had a small gash above his eyebrow. Another scar to add to the list. He seemed okay, though, and he wasn't on one of the stretchers. It felt like the air had returned to their lungs and the sense to their head, if only slightly. "Let's go, I can fix your shoulder."

"I can see the medics after I debrief with Elder Maxson." 

Unfortunately for Danse, the look of furious determination on their face was enough to change his mind. Maxson knew how they were, anyway. He would guess where Danse had ended up. Sole tended to take it a bit personally when Maxson sent Danse on missions where things turned out poorly, especially if it was preventable. 

Humoring Sole as always, Danse fell into step behind them. He was always slightly off when he returned– he couldn't wash the rhythm of being in the field away for hours until he had settled into the Prydwen again. He was still stiff, his footsteps carefully practiced and even in pacing. 

"Ought to strangle Maxson the next time I see him." Sole mumbled under their breath, moving around their quarters. "Lie down."

Danse removed the last of his armor and obeyed readily, familiar with the routine of Sole setting dislocated limbs back into place. They smoothed their fingertips over his shoulder as a silent apology before handing him a rag to bite down on and positioning his arm. Patiently, they waited for his nod of consent before jerking his arm upward abruptly. The groan he let out was one of simultaneous distress and relief as he rolled onto his opposite side; anything to get away from anything touching the area. 

Sole sat quietly on the edge of the bed and rubbed their fingertips across their brow. There was a moment where all was silent except for their breathing; Danse's labored, but slowing, and Sole's steady with relief. "Let me see that cut on your forehead." They requested. 

Danse took a moment to get himself upright and sighed. The blood had already congealed, a scab forming, and they both knew this would be more for Sole's peace of mind. They pulled a first aid kit out of their nightstand and began tapping alcohol out onto a piece of gauze. "How bad was it?" They asked, unsure if they wanted the answer. 

"Certainly not the worst. They figured out what we were doing, somewhere along the way. Set up an ambush. McMullen got the worst of it since he was leading– my shoulder was already dislocated and we had to keep moving, but he'll be alright. Looks worst than it is since you weren't there."

"I should've been there."

Sole's inability to join the Paladins was a tense subject, one that they had furiously fought Maxson on, but had ultimately lost. "Probably would've been better off if you were. But you were safe here."

Sole shook their head slightly and placed a butterfly bandage over the cut. "It'll be a scar by next week."

"Thank you."

They nodded and sunk down onto the edge of their bed next to him. "Oh. Wait."

Danse began rummaging around in the knapsack he had tossed to the side. Carefully, he pulled something out and handed it to them, but wouldn't make eye contact. "What is it?" Sole asked. 

"I tried to– there weren't really adequate substitutes, but– I mean, we ended up in an Institute lab and they had been working on Old World things. Part of it was culinary, and– well, there weren't bananas, but there was banana flavoring, and I made a paste out of fern flowers, because you commented once that they tasted sort of nutty, and–"

Danse's rambling was quickly cut off by Sole's lips pressed against his own, their hand cupping his jaw as they leaned down from where they had gotten up out of a rush of excitement. After a moment, Sole pulled away, and Danse hesitated to open his eyes, his lips still parted slightly. He finally blinked at them. "Uh, yeah."

Sole rushed forward again, pushing him back flat onto the bed, climbing in his lap and kissing him more insistently. Their hand had caught him from hitting his shoulder against the hard, Brotherhood-issue mattress, and served as better leverage to pull him against them. When they finally pulled away again, they whispered a breathless, "Thank you." Against his mouth.

"Uh huh."

Sole sat back against his thighs, refusing to pull away from him, and unwrapped the sandwich. The bread was stale, but all Commonwealth bread felt that way, no matter how freshly baked it was. They took a bite and chewed. And chewed. And chewed. Danse stared up at them and took the time to gather his thoughts again. "Uh… so?" He asked.

They paused. "This tastes like shit, I won't even lie to you."

Sole tried to suppress a laugh, but it broke free. It was hard for Danse to feel disappointed– at least they were laughing. "Really?"

"Yeah. God, it's awful. And way stickier than I expected. I hate to tell you, but banana flavoring barely tastes like bananas." They laughed and leaned in for another kiss, lingering. 

Danse pulled away with a grimace. "Yeah, it's disgusting, and you taste like it now."

Sole chuckled with delight as they rolled away from him, the sandwich abandoned on their bedside table. "You should go debrief Maxson."

Danse sighed. "Yes, I should."

"Mhm." They walked him to the door, but held their hand against it to prevent him from opening it. "And while you're gone I'll brush my teeth, yeah?"

"Uh. Yeah. Sure. That's--" Danse nodded. 

Sole pulled away from the door and grasped his collar, drawing him into another kiss. "Good luck." they said, opening the door for him. Danse emerged from their quarters both bright red and grimacing from the taste. 

Fun fact, banana flavor (the commonly consumed variery) changed in the 50s so presumably the discrepancy that we experience between real bananas and banana flavoring wouldn't have happened to Sole, but again, suspension of disbelief. 

[laytonsgal]

I have posted my first ever one shot to Ao3!

It's Nick Valentine x F! Sole Survivor and I had a lot of fun writing it. I'm uh, not used to sharing/posting anything like this but I hope someone will enjoy!!

(It is 18+ by the way!)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/45466753

[nukabrain]

My OCs for Fallout 4 and FNV

Wanted to create character sheets!! I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I enjoyed creating them! Took me awhile too, kept getting sidetracked by schoolwork :C (Gotta keep those grades up!!) (So I can try to write consistently but not sure if that's even gonna happen-)

So MEET....

Courier OC: Enzo Atticus | 25yrs | Independent NV

Is a doctor, so he frowns upon people who fight risky.

For safety, he fights with a sniper so he can minimize damage on himself.

Will get his money's worth, so of course he passes all the speech checks (its at 100 and I haven't even made it to New Vegas)

He is the type of person who always nit-picks on things.

Every time he heals a companion he will grumble things like "why would you do that" and "can't believe I'm using my resources on you" (He doesn't mind at all and enjoys healing others but he will never tell you that)

I know I mentioned he uses the sniper rifle but he is SERIOUSLY good at using it, even Boone considers his sniper skills to be as good as his.

He is very healthy himself, because "If you get sick out here it's game over for you." Plus he thinks its a pretty dumb way to die because you couldn't out run a worker ant.

This man is the unluckiest person on earth. (I had to nerf him somehow.)

Will be traveling along bothering no one and suddenly step in some puddle. Day is ruined because he forgot to pack spare socks.

Will lean on a wall and it crumbles on him. Gets angry and kicks a bucket. Water splashes on him. Did I tell you water? It was actually piss.

Also gets massive headaches/migraines (due to being shot in the head- duh)

Quotes from Enzo:

"I am NOT helping you with your addiction to chems, this is the 4th time this week and its fucking Tuesday."

"100 caps?? Oh c'mon the only enemies I better see are geckos."

"Why did I sign up for the courier job if I was a doctor? Easy, the pay was simply divine. I thought 'How bad could this transport job could be!'.... turns out pretty fucking bad."

"God damnit my boot broke and blood seeped into my socks. That's the 2nd time today! I should really take payment in socks instead of caps."

"Why do you keep rushing into battle? I can't keep wasting my stimpacks on you..... I had some extras anyways but STILL STOP RUSHING INTO BATTLE HEAD ON."

"Oh sorry sweetie, I just thought you look simply wonderful tonight. Now what were you saying? Oh it's only for 50 caps? A special discount for me? Aw thanks sweetheart."

"God I love fighting robots. No blood on my armor! I can even reprogram them in my favor!"

"Please just be water please just be water. *peaks in bucket* ITS FUCKING PISS ARGHHH"

"Buddy your armor isn't fit on right. *Adjust armor* There. Oh yeah and your shoelace isn't tied right. Fix that."

"Hey handsome, you never told me your name."

"Hey I worked on my endurance for running away from enemies, but it also comes in handy for special events like these."

ENZO PHOTO:

Sole Survivor OC: Oliver Cecil, 23yrs | Minuteman/BOS

a hot stoic guy that happens to be General of the Minutemen and Sentinel in the BOS

A straight to the point kinda guy. Hates it when strange people try to strike up idle conversation.

Could never make jokes but likes joking. (His jokes only pass because of the max charisma. His delivery of his shitty jokes is amazing.)

Grumpy most of the time. Keeps to himself.

REALLLY SMART! When he does speaks, he speaks in such refined words the raiders think he's a synth (he's not)

Also likes prewar technology, it reminds him of the old days.

Melee guy, it's much easier getting the job done with a couple slashes to the body than wasting so many bullets. It's a cheaper fighting style.

Very strong, with maxed out strength, he carries everything (like bulks of stimpacks, radaways, his tool kit, and scraps.)

He wears his power armor EVERYWHERE because he's a melee person, which is also why he carries his tool kit everywhere because his power armor is always in need of repair.

This man is like a box, on the outside, he's all quiet, but inside, he will start rambling stuff to you, talk to you more, and stay closer to you as well. (he's me fr)

Is always happy to share, since he's the minuteman general, he has settlements all over the map that constantly bring in supplies.

He also have some numbness around his body due to the cryosleep. It would've been fine if he was only unfrozen once but since he was unfrozen and refrozen, he has some nerve damage.

Unnaturally cold?? Like I know some people naturally have cold hands, so he is that person but unnaturally. (If that even make sense.)

his perception sucks

like most of the time he finds his enemies by running into them by accident. All his companions say he has a weird but efficient way of fighting.

perhaps his senses were dulled bc of the cryosleep?? I don't even know how that would work though. I'll make it cannon fr.

OLIVER QUOTES:

"Could you get to the point please?"

"Did you know that we used to use these T-60 power armors back then in war?"

"Sorry, give me a second to make some repairs to my power armor."

"Sorry sir, drinking alcohol would dull my senses."

"I would never take that... what is it, Jet? Yeah I would never take that."

"I'm fine, just a minor scratch. Nothing a stimpack can fix."

"The amount of caps you presented isn't sufficient for the mission."

"sigh... Hey handsome, mind telling me about that rumor you just mentioned?"

"I could always talk sweet, just don't want to. How do you think I'm this rich?"

"Fuuucckkk I stubbed my toe on the corner again."

"Shit I ran into a pole and now the roof is crumbling."

"Hey sweetheart, heard you needed some help, which is something I can provide with the right price."

"You need some extra stimpacks? Sure have 'em, We're stopping by Orberland Station anyways, I'll just pick up more there."

"Did you know here used to be my house? Yeah Codsworth here used to be my butler. We had a nice car, oh and Shaun was just a wee little thin... Sorry I'm rambling again."

"Nice to know that my strength can be used for.. other things as well."

OLIVER PICTURES: (I forgot his power armor picture, but he normally wear it military painted + Jetpack mod)

[everydayyoulovemeless]

Gorski Cabin ↠ MacCready x Reader

➼ Word Count » 0.4k ➼ Warnings » None ➼ Summary » You and MacCready have to get a little closer than usual when stopping at a cabin you found on your way to Sanctuary.

"God, it reeks in here,"

"Yeah, well there's a corpse over there." You pointed to the body as he followed you into the wrecked cabin.

The sun started to set quick as the two of you tried navigating your way from Diamond City back to Sanctuary, forcing you both to stop at the nearest structure or risk getting lost in the dark.

“It’s kinda cramped in here. Hope you don’t mind sleeping close to one another.”

“N-no, it doesn’t bother me.” He stammered, a little flustered at the idea.

You nodded, “Good. I call sleeping on the far side of that body.”

He rolled his eyes, moving toward it, “Here, I’ll move it since you keep crying.”

“Can it, RJ, it freaks you out too.”

The ugly turquoise beams that kept the ceiling from falling inward threatened to shatter in on themselves as they wavered and groaned above you. Being in there was fear-inducing, but way safer than sleeping outside if you counted the amount of ghouls you both encountered on your way up that hill. The cabin wouldn't be all that bad if it weren't for the locked basement door that clung hauntingly against the ground. You stared at it for a minute before hesitantly going to kick at it. Its sturdy metal latch beckoned you to crawl down and eventually, you found yourself patting down your pockets for bobby pins.

“Welp, I found a bomb in the basement," You announced, climbing back up the ladder, "but I cleaned it up and we should be good to sleep here for the night now.”

“Comforting.” He retorted, "We should start heading to bed soon if we want to leave early in the morning. I'll take the first watch."

“What, this place freaking you out?” You teased, coming to take your place on the floor beside him.

“Yes, actually,” He spoke, sitting crisscross on the floor, “this whole area is strange, so lay down so we can leave sooner.”

You let out a humorous breath as you went to take your place on the floor beside him, unrolling your sleeping bag as you went.

"This has been fun," You muttered tiredly, "we should do this again sometime."

"What? Travel?" He questioned, holding his gun firmly against him as he stared down at where you were laying on the ground.

You nodded, "Yeah, we work well together."

A light blush dusted his face as he rolled his eyes, "Yeah, whatever, now close your eyes, we can't both be exhausted in the morning."

He watched as your chest rose and fell peacefully as you drifted further into sleep. He didn't want to admit it out loud, but he liked being around you. It reminded him of how much he missed being close to someone—to have someone to care about, and he wouldn't trade that feeling for anything.

[twosides--samecoin]

RJ stared at the tato vines and recalled the lonely trellises and floppy starter plants he left behind on the homestead. The kind of bounty Sanctuary's greenhouse produced under Olivia's stewardship reminded him how in over his head he had been when he first cracked a shovel against compacted Virginian soil.

He shook his head; leaned against a table laden heavy with picked carrots, crossed his arms and sighed. "I don't get how you pulled all this off, Livs."

"Hm? Plants want to grow. I'm just helping."

Olivia was kneeling on the old wood floor, busy filling a basket - more fruit from a single tree than RJ had planted seeds in his brief attempt at the farming life.

"I mean, this stuff, all these plants - they grow wild just fine. No help needed. Why don't the seeds grow right sometimes?"

She got up and brushed her hands against her jeans, her brow furrowed as her memory replayed thoughts of working in Horticulture. There was a million and one reasons a seed could fail. "Some don't germinate, it happens. So you plant more than you expect just in case, better that you start them under lights than outside. Some do better if you have 'em in a humid container, then transfer to soil once you see cotyledons harden off. How early in the year do people start seedlings that far south, anyway?"

He looked at her with a blank expression - Olivia realized she'd already lost him and couldn't hold back a smile.

"You don't know your cave fungus from your mutfruit, do you?"

RJ's jaw dropped, fairly offended at the question, a format he once used to tease her when she first arrived in Sanctuary. "I - I grew up on that stuff, and you bet I know my way in and around a damn-"

Olivia plucked a mutfruit from her basket and pressed it in RJ's hands, doing her best to direct a smug look at the violet skin instead of him.

"-and that's my joke, by the way-"

"And you're lucky Horticulture was the only job they never fired me from back at the vault. Best you start taking notes, eh?"

[teenontheinternet]

I added more games (Including Splatoon games and Zelda games from requests), there is so much space left, what else should I add?

[seii-fantasy]

𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙧𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙊𝙣𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙨 𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙞'𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙧𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙤 𝙞𝙩

𒊹︎︎︎𒊹︎︎︎𒊹︎︎︎𒊹︎︎︎𒊹︎︎︎𒊹︎︎︎𒊹︎︎︎𒊹︎︎︎𒊹︎︎︎𒊹︎︎︎𒊹︎︎︎𒊹︎︎︎𒊹︎︎︎𒊹︎︎︎𒊹︎︎︎𒊹︎︎︎𒊹︎︎︎𒊹︎︎︎

I'll try to do oneshots fr this fandoms:

Tekken

Diabolik Lovers

Fallout New Vegas /3 /4

Blazblue

Record of Ragnarok

And Mortal Kombat

☞︎︎︎(No smut pls cuz i cant write that😭fr the moment)☜︎︎︎

𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙜𝙪𝙮𝙨

[fallout4reacts]

I solved my writing problems just enough to finish a part two to my “Man Enough” one shot. It is now posted on AO3 here https://archiveofourown.org/works/43842960/chapters/110237484

Rating: M

Ship: F!SS/Paladin Danse

Read part 2 to find out if they kiss 👀

Thanks to those who voted in the poll, and those who replied to my earlier posts. They helped a lot even if I didn’t necessarily take the advice xD Elle and Danse drive themselves and I am at their whims.