#fem!sosu

[mahiiimahiiii]

So .. how are you liking the multiple companions mod.

[fallout4-reacts]

Masterlist

Rules

You're free to continue to ask; I did not close them

I'll be gone for a couple of days, but I intent to continue my work I have get back in hand and go through all the current list

Thank you for your ongoing encouragement

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!!!!

Actually, I'm making a request at the bottom of the list; I apologize for not following the timetable in which I receive them, but I got inspired and did it - it was a helluva nice thing to start over

2023-12-31

Thank you for continuing to provide me with such creative ideas. I'll do what I can to soon end the current queue (Up to date)

Sole who cries in their sleep

Sole's reappearance as Nuka World's Overboss after months

Sole jerryrigging a prosthetic arm (4 companions)

Deacon try to make a joke to Curie (incorrect Fallout 4 quotes)

Sole who still sees feral ghouls as human

Sole who hums or gets watery eyes when super comfy

Sole who goes to freakish extents to keep up with their pre-war skincare/hygiene

Sole "adopting" a baby deathclaw and keeping it like a pet

Sole with a low int but max luck

Danse is dense

Sole recruiting Kellogg and/or post!quest Virgil?

Sole getting infected with FEV but not a super-mutant yet (Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4)

Fem/gender neutral Sole who used to be a spy/special agent pre war

Sole romancing Kellogg

Sole lost a lot of weight (comp seeing a pre-war photo)

Sole jokingly flirts but panics when companion flirt back

Potential dialogue (situation) that’s missing from the game (part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - Bonus)

Companion walking on a nude Sole (non-sexual)

Skinny Malone orders his goons to eliminate Nick

Sole betraying the BoS to save a child synth

Sole is actually an Enclave remnant

Sole finding a former degree/award for some massive achievement

Sole with a really slow reaction time

What did the companions do to stop a Frank Horegon brought back to life by a mad scientist

Sole who has a mutation like a Big Horner's horns from FNV? (Romance -smut warning)

Sole getting surprise adopted/kidnapped by a very protective Mama

Sole having nature powers

A very touchy Sole (crushing companions react)

How companion+ Sturges + Desdemona + Kent would react to SS asking for $#% (smut warning?)

Nora being the notorious serial killer the Boston Butcher

Sosu saying "dildo of consequence rarely arrives with lube." To Mayor MacDonough

Random kisses whenever Sole feels a surge of affection

Sole becoming the mayor of Diamond City and...

Sole staring down at a nuka cola and they ask "How the fuck did bottle caps become a currency"

Sole drag the companions (as a group) to an old baseball/basketball court

Companions and Maxson (minus Strong) reacting to a pretty young sole knowing how to survive

Companions react to a sole that has become a conspiracy theorist

Companions react to a super genius SS

Companions reacting to someone reestablishing broadcast on TV

Companions confession being interrupt (Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5)

Companions react to Sole negotiating an alliance between the Minutemen, the Institute, and the Railroad (Titan ask)

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Resplendent

You know what? I went back and was rereading all my fics yesterday and now I’m in a Fallout mood. (I know, I’m shocked, too.)  This is from a prompt given to me by @queergaymer that ended up FAR longer than I thought it would.

My Sole Survivor Josefina x Cait Capernoited - Slightly intoxicated or tipsy. Basorexia - An overwhelming desire to kiss.

The barn was positively uproarious, nearly the entire settlement having taken the night off to come party. It was nothing extra special, just a reason to dance and drink and celebrate a good growing season. It had taken some doing to be sure, but Finn had come through as she was wont to do. She’d been working tirelessly for several weeks not only to get the barn set up and decorated but to fix up some jukeboxes and get more defenses in place so some of the guard could take a break, too.

At first, Cait had thought it stupid and would probably draw too much attention, and part of her was sure it would be a bust. Finn was a genius, no doubt about it, but she was talking like it would be the event of the year.

She’d been skeptical all the way back to Sanctuary. Finn had come to get her from Diamond City earlier that day, but they’d been side-tracked on the way back by another goddamn roving band of murderous robots, so by the time they got back, it wasn’t far from sundown, and Finn was antsy to get back to work. Once they rounded the corner from the truck stop, Cait had to pause to take in the sight before her.

Finn had indeed been busy those past few weeks.

Four new heavy turrets lined the bridge, and at least a dozen were spread out along the bank of the creek, pointed out from the settlement. Walls had been built up around the main part of the neighborhood with a guardsmen’s outpost directly outside the gate that stood just beyond the end of the bridge. A small barn had been built around the generators that sat near the water, and junk fences stood around the water purifiers and the crops. It looked like an entirely new settlement, and Cait had to hand it to her:  it looked damn safe.

Finn hefted her pack on her shoulder and greeted the guard with a grin and a fist bump. “Any trouble?” she chirped.

The guard shook his head and moved his gun to his other shoulder. “No, ma’am, not even a rad roach.”

Finn nodded. “Excellent. Preston told you you’d be relieved early tonight, right? So, you can come enjoy some of the party?”

He nodded with a grin. “Yes, ma’am. And I thank you.”

With a pat on the shoulder, she shoved her way into the settlement, Cait in tow. The streetlights had been polished, the ones with dead bulbs replaced. The streets had been swept and the debris picked out of the grass. Houses had begun to be repaired, all of them now having at the very least a patched roof and some of them with new walls replacing the fallen ones. The repairs were far from pretty, but Cait had to marvel at Finn’s ingenuity.

They rounded the corner to the center of the neighborhood and Cait stopped in her tracks, staring straight ahead. Finn, having noticed Cait was no longer following, turned to her friend and beamed, a hand proudly on her hip. “I know right?”

A huge barn sat spread across the two empty slats of concrete that sat around the circle with the giant tree. It was two-storied, 3-walled, and the floor stretched out into the street. There was a bar sat inside with a ton of sitting areas, lights strung up all around, two jukeboxes on each floor though none of them turned on yet, and on the second floor was a TV area and what looked like two pool tables. Cait looked at Finn, jaw slack. “You did all this?”

Finn nodded, looking fondly at her creation. “Yeah.”

“In two months?”

“Yeah.”

Cait shook her head in disbelief. “That’s… impressive.”

Finn chuckled and clapped Cait on the shoulder. “Thanks. Oh, Preston—” Finn was off, trotting over to where Preston had rounded the corner.

Cait hefted her pack again and set off across the street for Finn’s house. Shite, even this place looked different. The hole in the wall had been patched and painted, the grass had been cut down, the dog had a new doghouse with a little sign that said “A Resplendent Boy” hanging off the top, though the dog was not at home, it would seem. Probably off with Mama Murphy, Cait thought, idly wondering what the hell “resplendent” meant. Finn was always doin’ that, coming out with these big weird words and insisting they weren’t just made up. And who was Cait to say? Finn was a learned woman before the war, “a professor of linguistics and also a student of engineering” as she had been told. (Finn went on to explain that meant she taught people about words and where they came from, and also she took classes to learn how to build shit. That’s how she knows how to do all this settlement building shit.)

Nearly an hour passed before Finn walked inside, a chipper jump in her step as she passed Cait on the couch. Cait glanced back at her with a raised brow. “Someone’s happy,” she remarked.

Finn beamed at her as she dropped her pack down and came to sit by her. “Oh, just Preston. He can be quite timorous sometimes.”

“Timorous?”

“Shy, dear.”

“Ah. What’d you do to the poor bastard this time?”

“Honestly not much, just said thanks for working with me to get the guard schedules changed and to coordinate the food situation.” At Cait’s unamused stare, she chuckled. “And I might’ve kissed his cheek, no biggie.”

“Uh huh.”

Finn smiled at her, the movement tugging at the scar going through her lips and drawing Cait’s eye. She stared at them for perhaps too long a moment before Finn cleared her throat. “Are you alright for a bit? I should go add my finishing touches. It’s nearly dusk, now.”

Cait jumped at her voice and turned her head to hide a blush. “Yeah, no problem. I’ll just be here.”

“Brilliant.” Finn was up and out of the house in moments, leaving Cait to sit alone and ponder the implications of her apparent infatuation with the vault dweller.

About another hour passed and Piper found her way to Finn’s house. The two of them sat and talked until the gathering bell was rung in the distance. “Ooh, that must be it,” Piper mused, grinning like an idiot.

“About damn time,” Cait grumbled.

As the two women left the house, they were met with the smell of cooking food and the sound of music, but not any music that was common to the Commonwealth. This was something new, with a heavy beat that thrummed almost tangibly throughout the street. Most of the settlers were already gathered in the barn, drinks in hands, or were gathered around the circle where cooking stations had been set up. Food was being grilled or stewed, meats and vegetables and fruits, and the smell of them made Cait’s mouth water. She meandered her way over to a grill and picked up a few skewers packed with various vegetables and observed the crowd with amusement. Piper had found Preston and was talking animatedly with him off in a corner;  Ava was tending bar, making drink after drink for thirsty settlers; Hancock, Maccready, and Deacon were huddled together, probably conspiring to pull off some prank or another which made Cait roll her eyes;  Curie and Codsworth were stood to the side, probably discussing humans’ desires to imbibe alcohol and the likes;  though she didn’t see him, she knew Danse was out and about because his power armor was standing empty near the workbench. From what she could see, that was it as far as Finn’s inner circle was concerned. The rest probably couldn’t have been persuaded to join the festivities, and she couldn’t say she blamed them. If Finn herself hadn’t asked, hadn’t flashed those ridiculously sweet honey-brown puppy dog eyes at her, Cait doubted she would’ve come.

She was deep in thought when a glass was shoved into her hands, startling her. She followed the lightly tanned and scarred hand up to Finn’s grinning face and blushed. “What’s this then?”

“Whiskey cola.” Finn raised her own glass and waited until Cait hesitantly clinked hers against it. “Cheers.”

Cait hesitated to drink more than a sip or two, but Finn downed the whole thing in one go. Cait raised a brow at her. “Just how many of those have you had?” She was swaying a little, her cheeks darkened considerably, and the top of her vault suit was hanging about her waist, leaving her standing in a black halter top. Cait had to hold herself back from letting her eyes focus on the way the zipper of the suit dipped down.

“Pfft.” Finn waved her hand nonchalantly. “Like. 5. I don’t know.” At Cait’s incredulous look, she laughed and slipped her arm into Cait’s. “Come on, let’s get a better perspective, huh?” Cait had no choice but to let the dweller guide her up towards the second floor, had to keep herself from rolling her eyes when Finn grabbed a whole bottle of whiskey from the bar as they passed it. They settled at last into a pair of chairs gathered around a small table near the edge of the floor, giving them a good viewpoint of most of the party. Finn put her hand in her chin and grinned, watching people dance. “Lookit them. They’re so blithesome.”

Cait looked down at the settlers. “Blithesome?” she asked.

“Means like… merry and gay. People at festivals are blithesome.”

“Gay like happy, not like... well, gay, right?”

“Yes, dear. Like happy.” Finn chuckled as she lifted the whiskey to her lips.

Cait watched the lip of the bottle press against her flesh, the single drop that escaped and slid its way down her freckled chin. “Tell me some more big words,” she heard herself saying. Startled at herself, she tore her eyes away from Finn’s face before the other woman could see her staring.

“Hm.” Finn set the bottle down and hiccupped, a slight sway in her head as she thought. The blush across her cheeks had spread to her ears. “Oh, there’s parsimonious. It means stingy, excessively frugal.” Cait let out a soft hum of acknowledgement. “Then there’s pusillanimous. That’s my favorite word. It means timid, easily scared. It’s where the term ‘pussy’ comes from to describe someone who’s afraid.”

Cait snorted at that. “’S’at true?”

Finn smirked at her and took another swig. “Course it is, Cait. I don’t lie.”

Cait bit her tongue but gave Finn a knowing smirk back, letting her know that she knows that’s a shit statement. “Right, tell me more.”

“Oof, you’re demanding tonight,” she said, tucking a chestnut curl behind her ear. “Oh, pulchritudinous.” She said that word with a bit of an accent like Codsworth’s, and she said it slowly as if to let the ridiculousness of it settle in better. “It means lovely, pretty to look at, beautiful.” She followed the last word with eyes that roved over Cait’s body, making the Irishwoman blush.

Cait covered her blush by clearing her throat. “D’you only know words that start with p or you have others in that library in there?”

Finn chuckled and took yet another drink from the whiskey. It was catching up to her fast, Cait could see. She pursed her plump lips in thought, staring directly at her companion as she searched her brain for something she might like to hear. “Oh,” she said at last. “Chivy. It’s a verb. Means ‘to maneuver with small movements.’ One might chivy a pool ball from its pocket, for instance.” Her words were beginning to slur, her eyes focusing and unfocusing as she looked at Cait.

“Ok, here’s one for you,” Cait said, leaning forward. “What’s another word for ‘drunk?’”

Finn grinned lazily, and resettled her face in her chin so that her fingers were cupping her cheek, her pinky brushing against her lips. “Oh, an excellent question. There’s inebriated, but that’s pretty common. Maudlin, but I’ve never liked that word.” She wrinkles her nose at it. “It sounds like it should mean something like macabre. I don’t know.” She thought for another moment before grinning again, the tip of her pinky brushing against her teeth. “Capernoited. That’s a good one. Loads of people don’t know that one. It’s Scottish, you know.”

Cait snorted and took the bottle from her. “Yeah, well, I’m Irish and you’re plenty capernoited, Finn.”

Finn pouted playfully but leaned a little closer, her voice lowering. “Here’s another word for you, my Irish Cait.”

Cait blushed at ‘my’ but folded her arms across her chest, leaning forward to hear it anyways. “Let’s hear it then.”

“Basorexia.”

Cait raised a brow at that. “What’s that, then? Like when you don’t eat?”

Finn chuckled and shook her head. Her hand lowered, and Finn leaned across the table far enough to put her lips next to Cait’s ear and “whispered” (she was far too drunk to accurately whisper so it came as a hoarse regular speaking level,) “It means, ‘An overwhelming desire to kiss.’”

Cait didn’t have time to ask her what she meant before Finn’s hand was against her cheek and Finn’s soft lips were pressing against hers. Cait’s eyes flew open wide in shock, and after a quick moment she gently pulled away, blushing furiously. “Finn, I…”

Finn sat back down, not meeting her eyes, blushing down to her shoulders. “I-I’m sorry, Cait. You don’t have to—” She turned to leave, got a few feet away before Cait’s hand caught her wrist.

Cait smiled gently at her and pulled her close so they might speak quietly. “Finn, I do like you. A lot. But you’re smashed.” At Finn’s beginning of a protestation, Cait put her finger to the other woman’s lips and shook her head. “Don’t argue with me. If you feel the same tomorrow, then we’ll have ourselves a right proper discussion.”

Finn looked at her for a moment and sighed, seeming to come to the same conclusion.

Cait chuckled and slipped her hand into Finn’s. “For now, though, what d’you say we go dance?”

Finn’s eyes lit up, and she nodded eagerly. “Yes, let’s.”

The two of them spent the night at each other’s sides, dancing and talking. It wasn’t until they woke up the next day and Finn gently asked Cait if it would be alright to kiss her again that Cait finally realized what “resplendent” meant.

[bokunodumbass]

PLSSS I SAW YOU WRITE FOR FALLOUT 4

perhaps some hancock headcanons (can be smut or fluff or angst, whatever you’d like) w a f!chubby s/o that’s really insecure 🥺

YESS !! I love chubby s/o requests because I can relate to them and just project into them lmao. thank you, anon, for being my first request <3

Hancock with an insecure chubby s/o

so first off I think it's easy to say this man actually couldn't care less about how one looks

he personally even thinks of it as hypocritical to judge when he himself walks around with no lips and the overall ghoul look

but even if he doesn't judge a body, he sure as hell can love it!!

you're his girl, his woman, his sunshine, and he won't stand for self deprication

but some insecurities are quite normal right? especially when your boyfriend is known for having been with quite some women, and he's still popular among them

you can't help but compare yourself to those who could have been and still could be with him

you start to forget your own beauty when you see the way they look... thin

now, we all know our dear Hancock wouldn't stand for this.. for HIS sunshine to feel any less than beautiful when in his eyes you're perfect and too good for him

but I also feel like it'd take a while for him to realize you're feeling this way, blinded by his own securities and thoughts that you deserve someone better, someone more attractive

i think a wake up call such as walking in on you crying would be when he realizes

It had been quite a peaceful day, considering you had stayed at Goodneighbour instead of running around doing stuff for some settlers and the usual stuff. You and Hancock had decided it was time for a relaxing day where you two just hang around instead of working your assess of. But although Goodneighboor can be a fun place, and The Third Rail wasn't a bad place to spend some time drinking and such, it came with some less fun things as well. Yeah, the whole town smells like alcohol and piss. Yeah, people there are loud, drunk and inappropriate. But that isn't the issue I meant. The issue is the amount of women who still throw themselves at your boyfriends feet, even though the two of you had been official for quite some time. That day you couldn't stop yourself from looking at them and comparing that to yourself. Sadly it ruined your mood for the rest of the evening.

"Look at me, sunshine." You and Hancock had been drinking in silence for a few minutes now, the conversations dying down because your mind had been far too occupied by other matters. Reluctantly you turn your head in his direction with a raised eyebrow, wondering where he was going with this.

For a second or two he seems to be inspecting you, his dark eyes roaming over your face and squinting every now and then. And then after a few minutes he stops and gives you an, although tight lipped, reassuring smile. "Y'know you can talk to me right? Now, tell me what's bothering you."

Hancock is quite persistent when it comes to the wellbeing of his sunshine

So it's safe to say you told him about your worries that evening, tears and breakdown involved for the dramatic effect of course

To say it shocked him is an understatement, he had never dared to look at you as anything less than his perfect lover, the most beautiful woman, inside and out

But he understood your worries, knowing what insecurities are like, and he tried to take them away

He would fill the whole night, after the talk, just complimenting you over and over

Over how beautiful and soft your body is, how much he loves holding you because you're so huggable

But most of all he would keep reminding you that you're his and he's yours, and those women who keep trying will not stand a chance

Now, after that day he would compliment you more often, vowing to himself that he would never make you question yourself like that again

And every time a woman, or man for that matter, tries to make a move he would be very clear that he has someone he loves dearly and is not interested

Though I think he would make the most changes during sexual activities

Smut from here on

He would start praising you a lot more, more than he already did

He would pass a lot of comments like "I love your body", "You're gorgeous" and "I love you" during sex to make sure you felt good and knew how much he loves you and your body

He would actually encourage you to take control and get on top, knowing that it might cause some insecurities with your weight and all

But he would keep telling you that you weren't hurting him and that he loved you like that so much

Also please expect him to ask you to sit on his face

Man always loved that and now he has an excuse to ask you

If you say something like "I will crush you" there's a 50/50 chance he will say "god, please crush me" or "no you won't, I'm strong y'know?"

All by all he would encourage you and make sure to praise and love you more than he already did

[rosymorns]

also shaun is like. a very little baby. sole survivor only every says hes less than a year old iirc but hes still swaddled so hes less than 3 months old. little baby.

[naggingatlas]

why do i have anxiety playing as a woman in fallout 4

[wastelandlovingscenarios]

Hello, I’m so excited to see your new blog! Can I request on how the companions would react if they were looking through the drawers f!ss home and found a painting (by a ss whos VERY good at drawing) of them and the f!ss while shes sleeping?

my first request and it’s so cute!! i’ll make it preromance & crushing. also i’m really rusty with my writing bc i haven’t written in a while, so pls don’t mind! ❤️

he looked at her face with awe, wondering how someone could be so beautiful while doing something as simple as sleeping. he wanted to trace her face but resisted the urge to do so and decided to just explore the comfort of her home for the time being. ‘a little won’t hurt’, he thought as he rose from the chair, opening one of her drawers. who knows? maybe he’ll score and find a cute baby picture of her. he found some prewar books, along with some neat jewelry but as he dug deeper into the drawer, his eye caught a glint of something colorful hidden beneath all her belongings. he carefully pulled out the item, his breath hitching in his throat as he took in the full picture. it was a painting of him and sole, his arm draped over soles shoulders as she showed a peace sign. if it wasn’t for the rough texture and small little paint splatters on the canvas, anyone could’ve mistakened it for a picture..

Danse:

danse felt his face heat up immensely at the painting, feeling his heart beat against his chest. he wanted to put it back where it belonged but something in him was screaming to observe every inch of it. danse saw how his hands shook as he ran it against the painting, speechless. then it hit him. how was he supposed to face sole without bringing up the fact that he looked through her valuables? he had been denying his admiration for her for the longest time, merely shaking it off as a passing feeling. but now? he was sure that he had fallen for her. his gut turned at the realization and came to somewhat accept it.

looking back at soles sleeping form, he wondered how it would really feel to have his arm draped over her shoulder. how her skin would feel against his and how soft her lips looked- danse flushed, getting mad at himself for having such inappropriate thoughts. ‘get it together, danse!’ the next day as him and sole went out to a mission, she noticed how danse kept sneaking glances and complimented her more often. confused, she just shrugged it off and returned the affection with a smile. danse would never have the heart to bring it up to her, at least any sooner.

Deacon:

“and what do we have here?” deacon mutters, tracing the outlines of their figures on the painting. he let out a big grin as he fully took in the picture. oh, how he wanted to wake up sole so bad just to see the look on her face. but he resisted the urge and decided to settle with admiring the painting. deacon let out a low whistle, his eyes lighting up with admiration. he thought he knew everything about sole, but somehow, she always managed to surprise him with something new. he put away the painting right where he found it, almost making it seem untouched. he sat back down on the chair, closing his eyes as he let out a content hum.

when they returned to hq the next day, deacon was cracking more jokes than usual, often hinting at the painting to sole. sole, being the oblivious person she is, didn’t catch it and laughed at every joke, not sparing a single comment. as sole looked at the mirror to fix her hair, he put his arm over her shoulder, imitating the painting and saw how she shot him a confused look. with a shiteating grin, he boasted, “look familiar boss? almost like a painting, right?” soles cheeks reddened at the comment, her head snapping towards him, “hey! how did you-“ “i have my ways boss.” deacon pulled down his glasses and sent her a wink that would for sure linger in her mind.

Hancock:

for once, he was glad he didn’t fuck himself up with his usual dose of chems and jet. if he did, he wouldn’t get the chance to even admire the beauty of this painting. he let out a chuckle as he noticed how sole took in every detail of his face in her artwork. the leatherness of his skin, the way the dirt smudged on his clothes and how high he looked. god, sole made someone as ugly as him look fantastic in a piece of art. hancock put the painting on the counter and sat on edge of her bedside, a soft smile on his lips.

“geez, you really are something sunshine..” he whispered under his breath, that sweet nickname he’s always wanted to call her escaping his lips. he took a strand of her hair that covered her face and put it behind her ear. on the inside, hancock cheered, now knowing he may have even the slightest bit of chance to win her heart. of course, that was for another day. the next morning as sole wakes up, hancock wraps his arms around her as he hums happily. sole jolted in surprise, soon returning the hug with a confused tone in their voice. “hancock, what’re you-“ she stops midway, seeing the painting on the counter with half lidded eyes. now wide awake, she blabbers a bunch of nonsense as hancock smirks, “care to explain?”

Nick Valentine:

“heh, ain’t that a surprise.” nick chuckled, appreciating how sole had a talent that was definitely rare in the commonwealth. he saw sole painting the past few days, but everytime he came in to check on what she was doing, she yelped and hid the painting, shooing nick away. now that he’s able to see the painting close up, he understands her actions. all in all, nick meant no ill intent to look through soles items or breach through her privacy, but had no regrets in doing so. he put the painting against the wall and walked over to sole, taking in the view before letting out a breath. how could someone as perfect as her admire a bucket of bolts?

he let out a small smile, pulling the blanket over her body and allowing her to sleep peacefully. the following day, sole groggily made her way to the mirror as she rubbed her eyes lazily. as her vision slowly came back, she saw the painting through the reflection and a look of horror crossed her face. connecting the dots, she dashed outside her door, only to find nick leaning on the wall, lighting up a ciggerate as he smiled warmly at her. “morning doll, you look surprised.” “n-nick! you wouldn’t happen to see the-“ “-the painting? i apologize for looking through your stuff, sweetheart, but i’m more than glad i did,” he said with a spark in his voice, “do you mind if i hang that painting up in the agency? i’m sure my clients would love to see my amazing partner.”

Maccready:

maccreadys a big baby. his bottom lip quivers as tears well up in his eyes. he holds in a choked sob as he wipes his eyes furiously. no one has done something as amazing as this for him since lucy. he knew he was somewhat a part of sole’s life but never knew he was such a big enough impact for them to make a painting, a flawless one at that. “dang it sole. you’re making this harder for me.” he said, his heart fluttering at the thought of his crush on sole growing stronger. he was just thankful no one was there, especially sole, to see him tear up like a child. he grabbed a pen and a paper, sitting down on her desk and scribbling something down.

as soon as sole woke up and got ready for the day, she was confronted with a blushing maccready, who was shyly looking away. “morning mac, did you need something?” he let out a nervous cough as he fumbled through his pockets, almost dropping the paper he handed out to her. she took it and saw a (horrible) drawing of him and sole posing together with their guns, the words ‘best duo!’ written on top. “this is so cute! i love it.” she grinned childishly, clutching the paper to her chest. mac just let out a small grunt and spun, walking towards the exit of her room. he grabbed the door frame as he spoke in a low, shaky voice. “hey boss,” sole let out a small ‘hm?’ as she looked up at the nervous mercenary, “yours is far better than mine and uh.. i just want you to know that i love it. really.” he left the room, his heart pounding as he left a blushing sole behind.

[joelthedinosaur]

Porter Gage x Female SS | High Stakes

Porter Gage x Female Sole Survivor

Word Count: ~535 total

Warnings: language, suggestive themes, angry Gage

"Boss, ya gotta be fuckin' kiddin' me!"

Irritation and a hint of disbelief coated Gage's words. Sole couldn't be serious. Not about this.

"What?" Sole raised her eyebrows and batted her lashes innocently. "Are you afraid, Gage?".

Gage grit his teeth and frowned. He knew things were getting a little stale for the raider gangs after the fiasco at the power plant. Things had calmed down, and everyone could use some new entertainment. This, though...this was nearly crossing a line. "Boss, ya can't just make that kind of an announcement!"

Sole had went live on Raider Radio just a few moments prior declaring a new twist to The Gauntlet. Rather than some unlucky settler running the traditional labyrinth of gruesome traps, Sole felt the need to liven things up for the gangs.

The Overboss proposed that anyone could try their hand at Cola Cars - Raider versus Raider. The winner...well, the winner would get to sleep with The Overboss.

Gage rubbed his temple in frustration and sighed. What a dumbass thing to do. He knew that Sole had only done it to get back at him after the tense last few weeks they'd had. Sole had been upset at his lack of "romantic gestures" outside of the bedroom.

"What the fuck else does this woman want from me?" Gage muttered under his breath and swore. He didn't like to talk about feelings. Shit, Sole knew that. He thought all the touchin' and fuckin' was really doing the trick. That woman made him say things in bed he would never dare admit to anyone. Hell, they even cuddled. Porter Gage would never admit it, but they snuggled in bed at night and it was his favorite part - better than the sex. He still kissed and fucked her good morning every single day, though. They even held hands sometimes!

Gage begrudgingly stood waiting at the entry to the Cola Cars arena after Sole's little announcement. He watched as his Overboss sat on the platform up above with the other gang bosses. A few other younger raiders whom he assumed was the competition hung around near him. He growled at the first one who tried to speak to him and spat at their feet.

"Fuck off, asswipe". He should have known that a few numbskulls would jump at the opportunity to fuck the Boss, but he'd be damned if he let them win. Several of the Raiders backed out when they discovered that they had to fight Gage, but some were not so intelligent.

By now, it was assumed that he and The OB were together. Gage thought it was pretty obvious. Why else would he stare down any other man breathing the same damn air when they were together? Sure, maybe he didn't say "I love you" in front of Mags or Nisha. That was private, though. He sure as hell wouldn't cuddle his little princess- er, Overboss - outside of the bedroom.

This really made him feel vulnerable. Sole knew Gage had no other choice than to fight these fuckheads, and his face flushed from anger and a twinge of embarrassment. This was all a game for her, and he was trapped.

This shit was really starting to piss him off. The audacity of the other men to even step forward was enough to send him into a blind rage, but the fact that Sole did this on purpose made his a confusing mixture of both angry and aroused.

Gage clenched his jaw and shot Sole a look as he prepared to enter the arena. She was in for a real hard fuckin' when this was over. Honestly, at least five separate ones since he had five skulls to crack. After all, that's just the prize for winnin'...

[falloutdovah]

finally back

featuring @clockworkpriest‘s sleazy dude Lowrey. Finally they’re not fighting.

[raiders-r-us]

Headcanon • If Gage and Sole ran off to The Mojave

For the purpose of this headcanon, we will assume The Courier chose to fight for an Independent Vegas (A.K.A. the Yes Man ending)

Planning the Move

• Gage and Sole start to seriously consider starting a family, which necessitates getting far away from Nuka World and the enemies they made in The Commonwealth

• Sole jokingly suggests they go 'get hitched' in Vegas. Gage is unfamiliar with the prewar context and assumes she's asking him to marry her

• He accepts her 'proposal' without hesitation and begins planning their travel route

• Sole is beside herself with excitement, and fills Gage's head with all sorts of stories about prewar(and even historical) Vegas, and The Mojave

• Gage likes the sound of slow living desert life

Goodsprings

• First Notable place they hit is Goodsprings; Sole notes that the quiet town hasn't changed much since the last time she saw it

• Gage is taken aback by how polite people here are, it's the first time in a long time people didn't know him as a bloodthirsty raider

• They stick around for a while, helping out here and there. Gage takes a liking to the now extremely elderly Easy Pete. Pete even shares some explosive tales he never thought he'd tell another soul

• Trudy says the couple reminds her of a young Courier who passed through there almost a decade ago

• They poke around the old schoolhouse, and Sole thinks it's a shame no one uses it. Gage is intrigued by the collection of dusty old books he'd never seen before

• The man LOVES Sunset Sarsaparilla

• "Seriously FUCK Nuka Wild"

• They save the town from a tribal attack, and Gage feels strangely good about protecting people for a change

• He respects that the people of Goodsprings stood there ground to fight; he learns here that the people of The Mojave aren't willing to roll over without a fight

• After they've had their fill of exploration, they choose to settle down in Goodsprings, building their home just outside of town so Gage doesn't feel too crowded

• He's had his fill of close shoulder to shoulder living, and he relishes the quiet offered by the rural setting

• Gage considers this about the perfect place to raise their children, quiet without being boring

• Gage ends up taking charge as sheriff of Goodsprings; determined to have a safe space for his family

• They fix up the schoolhouse and Sole starts providing the children of Goodsprings(and a few curious adults) with a more rounded education

• Gage developes a taste for Gecko meat, and loves taking shots at Geckos off his porch

• He ends up keeping an especially feisty one as a pet though

• He calls him fluffy

• He takes a HUGE liking to Nightstalkers, he raises one from a pup and calls her "Miss Daisy"

• Miss Daisy wears a red bandana

Exploration

• Gage is surprised by the lack of radiation out west compared to the east; which really gives him an eagerness to explore

• He becomes a more adventurous eater because of that

• Still won't try Ruby Nash's radscorpion casserole

• Constantly amazed by all the different animals, plants, and even people that exist in The Mojave

• Sole never thought SHE'D be the one restraining HIM from adopting 30 million new pets

• FUCK Cazadors though

• First time he sees a centaur he actually throws up

• He never had much of an opinion on mutants before, but after seeing the centaurs it's really hard for him not to kill them on sight

• He won't eat vegetables for a full MONTH after exploring Vault 22

• WHY THE FUCK ARE THERE SO MANY DEATHCLAWS??

• Absolutely despises Fiends, and would really like to stamp them out for good, if it weren't for the fact that he knows nothing he does will ever stop idiots from getting high and making trouble

• Holy Hell does everything out here breath fire??

• Nopes right the fuck out of Boomer territory

Vegas

• Cheats at cards BIG TIME

• He's good at it though, so never gets caught

• The one and only time someone voices their suspicions, they challenge him to a game of Caravan to test his card skills

• Turns out he's also very skilled at cards, and without playing dirty, he crushes his opponent

• He thinks the Ultraluxe is too pretentious, so he avoids it on principle

• The Tops is a but too friendly for his tastes; it's like the Chairmen all want to be his best friend...it's too fake and he doesn't trust them for a second

• The only Casino he actually likes is The Khans' casino after The Courier kicked The Omertas to the curb

The Great Khans

• He respects the Khans, and gets along with them pretty well as long as they keep their chems out of Goodsprings

• Visits Red Rock Canyon whenever he misses the rough housing of raider life

• Likes to sit and listen to Papa Khan's stories

• Sole remarks that not much has changed since The Khans were a Motorcycle Club...except for the motorcycles of course

• The Khans definitely help to shape their opinion of The NCR

The NCR

• Gage doesn't trust them one bit, even the fragments The Courier left behind

• They remind him of the Commonwealth's Brotherhood of Steel; just another group of raiders who think they're special because they wear a uniform

• Disillusioned NCR deserters on the otherhand, Gage gets along with like a house on fire

• After hearing about Bittersprings, he will not hesitate to shoot loyal NCR remnants where they stand

• Thinks the propaganda posters are fuckin hilarious

Caesar's Legion

• He never really encounters much Legion influence after the Battle for Hoover Damn, since most of the legion either hightailed it across the river or is very tightlipped about their past loyalties

• He does meet a few people willing to discuss it; and they are heavily shaken; either born there or taken as children, seeing their God King fall was an extremely disheartening experience

• The more he learns about major Mojave factions, the more he feels like at the heart of it every goddamn government body is just an oversized Raider gang

The Brotherhood of Steel

• Steers clear due to the East Coast's reputation

• Basically if you're wearing power armor, you can go fuck yourself

The Kings

• Sole, aware of who Elvis was, is absolutely fucking DYING

• It takes her a while to calm down enough to explain to Gage

• He's seen his share of wackjobs, at least these guys play some good music

• He REALLY wants to try that sandwich

Powder Gangers

• Didn't give a rat's ass about them until they harassed Goodsprings

• Empathizes with some of them, he knows what it's like to be an outlaw and to cling to groups for survival

• Meyers is the one who gives him the idea to take up the Sheriff position at Goodsprings; best way for a violent man to turn his trigger finger for good

Jacobstown

• Heeeell naw to the naw naw naw

• A town full of Supermutants is NOT Gage's speed

• If Sole drags him in he's biting his cheek and keeping his hand on a weapon the whole time they're there

• Slowly comes around, once he realizes these mutants aren’t trying to convert anyone, or for fucks sake, make centaurs. They just want to live their lives, and he can respect that.

Big Mountain Research Facility

• Heebie Jeebie city

• Basically Gage's worst nightmare

• When he learns where cazadors come from he makes it his PERSONAL mission to murder the doctor responsible

• It's like The Institute but somehow even creepier

• Is that a fucking skeleton??

Zion Canyon

• Like Vault 22 but 1000× worse

• He's never seen so much vegetation in his entire life

• Torn between awe and being unsettled be the sheer quantity of life

• Fuck this wacked out bullshit I'm going home

The Divide

• Gage's self preservation wins out over his desire to explore and he turns right the fuck around

The Thorn

• Now we're talkin

• He likes the human vs. beast matches, mainly to see the heads fly when the deathclaws tear through people like tissue paper

• He only bets when he's pretty sure he's going to win

• He always bets on Sole

The Courier

• Sole and The Courier get along like a churchfire in Norway

• Sole, Gage, and Six are all relieved to meet someone who doesn't need their help

• Six totally calls Gage out for cheating at cards in her New Vegas Strip

• "Could've sworn you'd be ten feet tall and shoot lasers from your eyes" "Maybe I've shrunk in my retirement years"

I know there is a LOT more to New Vegas, but I am exhausted, and this list is REALLY long!!

If you want more Mojave Gage, I just made a RP/ASK/ART blog for him @m0jave-m0problems (for some reason it won't let me tag the blog???)

[fallout4reacts]

5x7 Print of my Sole Survivor Elle!

Made for my upcoming convention, originally planned to have her and a few companions together in one pic, but she looked better on her own (plus I’m short on time HUFF)

Anyway, This will be for sale at the con(Otafest 2017), and afterwards in my online store!

Maybe in July I’ll take Sole Survivor Commissions in a style similar to this...

[mahiiimahiiii]

Girl send help girl, he's going to get 3rd degree burns.

[bottlecapbaby]

Touchy Subject| Gage/SoSu

Pairing: Porter Gage/Fem!Sole Survivor

word count: 1432 

Summary: Gage doesn’t like being touched. But he’s starting to want to make an exception.

Sole was an intimate person by nature. Despite all her ruthlessness and capacity for sustained cruelty, she could be damn near cuddly. Probably too cuddly for her own good, too. Just another of the many traits working against her and her reputation as Overboss. 

The first time she touched Gage, it felt like ice water had been dumped all over him. And not in the poolside summer fun way, where he was in his swim trunks and totally ready. This was in the ‘he opened the door and the bucket precariously placed on the door fell over and soaked him, his favorite shirt, and all the shit in his pockets’ kind of way. One touch to his forearm and he was holding back a straight up scowl. Needless to say, Gage did not like to be touched.

And she read that, awkwardly withdrawing, leaving the heat from her soft palm behind. The touches did not come for a while after. At the time, he was thankful for it, despite the little tug he felt deep inside his blackened heart whenever he saw her wrist flinch backwards as she caught herself. 

Sometimes, Sole would leave. That’s just the way it was, everyone has their own shit to deal with, no one minded. She was never gone for too long, and compared to Colter’s entire year of doing fuck all, she packed enough action in Nuka-World to last the next decade. Sometimes, when she came back, there’d be some dog on her heels. Sometimes literally. 

The Irish brawler. The wide-eyed French medic. The mouthy reporter. The grouchy merc. A fucking super mutant. 

That last one got her some major reputation points. She even let him in on some of the Pack’s cage matches, where he literally tore apart the competition. 

But no matter who she brought, she was draped all over them for the whole visit. She kept her legs over Piper’s lap while they chatted on the couch. Linked arms with Curie on every elevator ride. Slung her arm around MacCready’s shoulder, and surprisingly he didn’t seem to mind. Even Strong was guided everywhere by the hand. And goddamn if Gage wasn’t starting to feel a little left out. The last time he was touched in a positive way from outside of the context of a casual fuck with some jet-fueled raider chick was… Well, it was that touch from Sole. And before that, his parents. Which left a pretty big gap he hadn’t really bothered to process before. 

Gage. Well known cyclops, tough ass, and manipulator, touch starved after a little touch on the forearm from the boss. Unbelievable. 

—————

Another park down, Safari Adventure, and it had gone to the pack. As if Sole needed any more brownie points from Mason. But how could she not give it to them? Animals were their whole thing, after all. She went straight to the Amphitheater upon their return. The flag had sent the news ahead of time, even if no one admitted that they waited with baited breath to see it raised after she and Gage had been out for a while.

 But she liked to inform the leaders personally. To be polite, to flex that she could do what none of their dumbasses could manage in a whole year in just a few days, or to demand respect and tribute, he did not know. The Pack celebrated her arrival. Gage was largely ignored, but he was fine with that. That was the price he paid for being the right hand man instead of the boss, and he didn’t like to be fussed over anyhow. 

But Mason. That son-of-a-bitch Mason. He got up to see her. Approached her almost tenderly, his form towering over hers. Confidently, but with measured caution, he laid his hands to grasp her shoulders. He leaned in, and she followed. Their foreheads touched, and in theory that may not sound so bad, but right then? It looked like the most important thing in the world. Like they’d established a complete link— total understanding. He lowered a yao guai necklace over her head, one not unlike his own, and that was intentional; it showed her complete acceptance from the Alpha, and therefore, the rest of the Pack. 

“Y’done good by us, Overboss. Kept your promises, and the promises made before you. The Pack thanks you. Now, everyone? Go fuckin’ wild!”

Mason let her sit on his throne— which kinda dwarfed her, by the way— while he sat on the arm. They watched the revelry, sneaking snide remarks to one another which Gage couldn’t hear from where he stood (nearby, but not crowding). The Alpha kept his hand on her shoulder, shooting the older raider a challenging leer. Gage glowered back, against his better judgement. 

When Mason went off to micromanage or whatever the fuck, she called him over. Clearly she didn’t want to yell, but did want to be heard over the noise of the party. Something in him fluttered at the excitement in her voice, which she never bothered to contain. Something about the way she said his name just made it sound a bit better than he’d ever heard it from anyone else. 

He took a knee. So she wouldn’t have to yell, given that he was already much taller than her and her stature had been further reduced in a seated position. He had found himself doing thoughtful shit like that for her, things he’d rather have dropped dead than do for Colter. Something about her made pretty much everyone around want to try a little harder, and he was no exception.

“What’s up, boss?” 

“Thanks for sticking around. Don’t know what I’d do if I was alone out here. You’re not too bored, are you?”

And there she was, being all thoughtful n’ shit when it came to him. He chewed on those words a little more. Surrounded by the Pack, in spitting distance of Mason, she’d be alone, but with Gage right there, she wasn’t? Fuck if that didn’t make him feel an alarming amount of special. The kind of special that gives a man ideas. Makes a man wanna act up. 

“Nah boss, don’t worry about me. I’ve sat through worse. Next time you’re at a disciple party I might have to abandon you, though.”

She giggled. Clear as a bell. She didn’t laugh a lot in public, and he could see why. She had a kiddie kinda laugh when she was really tickled by something. It made him smile every time. Then, her arm moved and her wrist twitched backwards in that telltale way. She was thinkin’ about touching him. And again, maybe against his better judgment, he spoke up. 

“S’okay, boss. You can touch me if you wanna.”

God, had he dreamed of saying that, but never in his imagination did it sound so stupid. The raider cringed inwardly at his own voice. Goddamnit, he was getting soft. She was making him get that way. And he couldn’t bring himself to dislike it. 

“Really? I mean. I do, but I don’t wanna make you uncomfortable, Gage. Even if I’m your boss, there can be boundaries.”

Sole interpreted the strain in his voice for discomfort with the idea, and for that she worried about him. Just like always; she was always thinking of him and his comfort. There was that little uninhibited twinge of excitement when she said ‘really?’ that was about to fucking end him. On top of that, she said his name again in that sweet, comforting way. He didn’t stand a chance. 

“I mean it, Sole. I mean it,” he all but sighed, like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders. He only used her name like that to make points and be personal, which was seldom. 

She put her hand on the forearm he had resting on the armrest of the chair. Her hand slid its way, slowly, with her hypersensitive to any discomfort. Gage felt like he had to hold his fucking breath, or everything would disappear. It would all end. Her fingertips reached his wrist. He took a chance. 

He uncurled his fingers, and moved to face his palm upwards. Probably the most open body language he’d displayed in years. Her nails tickled him just slightly as her hand continued up his palm, leaving electricity in their wake. Her fingers slid perfectly into the gaps between his. Or at least, that’s how it felt. He mirrored her actions. 

They held hands. 

And honestly? It was more intense and emotional and intimate than anything he’d had before. 

[elysiumwaits]

Can I get a 9 and an 18 for the fanfic ask, pretty please!

Listen. You think you want these answers, but you don’t. You don’t. HERe they ARE anyway!

9. longest wip of the year

Posted? 

Falling, Falling, which is at 10k words posted and 18k total in my Docs (it’s the FFVII id-fic)

Unposted?

The Iron Tongue of Midnight, which is at 25k total in my Docs, and is the Sterek Fantasy Epic that has kind of stalled out if I’m being honest

18. current number of wips

At this exact moment, I am regularly actively working on:

7 Exchange Fics that I can’t elaborate on right now

The Iron Tongue of Midnight  - Sterek Fantasy Epic

Escalation - Harringrove Punk!Billy Instagram Whatever-With-Benefits AU

Build a Stairway to Heaven - Harringrove “Life As We Know It” AU

Wayfarers On, Baby - the Harringrove in the 90s “they’ve got history” future fic

The Sterek Sad Cabin 2 - which will make sense in a couple days, I promise

The Teen Wolf Fallout Fusion ‘Verse - also will make sense in a couple of days

Fem!Harringrove Modern!AU Badassery

And Blessed Is She That Believed - The Book of Darcy rewrite where Darcy Lewis is a Winchester Sibling

By Any Other Name - Deacon/F!SoSu for Fallout 4

The Sour Skittles poly fic

Sharp and Glorious Thorn - the Drarry fic that’s half-posted but I need to keep working on and keep kind of just adding a sentence every couple of days

Failsafe - the super angsty Sterek fic with Always-A-Girl!Stiles from another universe, with a pretty high body-count already

Dust to Dust - Mid to Post-Endgame TaserHawk

Darcy’s a Medium TaserHawk

Into the Wild Blue - Darcy and Clint fall in love in a small town, and Clint’s a very dangerous man

That Sterek Fake Dating AU with the cardboard cutout of Gordon Ramsey

Sterek Pokemon fusion where Stiles has ghost pokemon and Derek has grass pokemon

Post-Nogitsune Stackson

The third Steter Leverage Fic

Weekly Werewolf Sitcom is constantly being worked on

Blinding - the FFVII/FFVIII/Kingdom Hearts fic I’ve been working on for literally 3 years now

And like 4 self-insert fics that will never see the light of day.

So, uh. 

32.

[nukaworld]

He "doesn't believe in love"?? Holy shit why the fuck did he marry

Not directly but he had few off hand comments about how he doesn’t think love is real, even if he mostly referred to fictional characters, his views were pretty much there. I don’t wanna go on his channel and dig through his videos to find that, but I’m sure someone else also remembers those comments. He is not only married he has children. 

In his companion videos there is always a bit about every companion and how they (mostly the male companions) don’t really love Nora (the fem!SoSu) and they are concerned more about other things (Preston with the Minutemen, Hancock with being a womanizer) to Really love the SoSu which is honestly not true and I used to criticize him a lot on those view, and it’s funny how sometimes your own biases leak into the way you read media.

[chlommunist]

Moira and baby Alice.