#porter gage x reader

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Gage x f!reader •°• There's benefits to being overboss -SMUT-

Title: There's benefits to being overboss

Rating: explicit, smut

Category: f/m

Fandom: Fallout 4

Relationship: reader x Gage, ss x gage

Characters: Gage, reader

Tags/ triggers: smut, pwp, p in v, oral(female receiving), against glass window and I wouldn't trust the windows at fizztop for shit, voyeurism but not really focussed on

Wordcount: 1900

a/n: Gage has never done a thing wrong in his life, I love him.

***

One could say this life was volatile, violent, that one has to accept it and move on. But things were different here, the taste of blood in your mouth, the ache of at least one bruise on your body, lust in your veins, whether that be of the blood kind or another. It was primal, largely self serving, it brought together a base instinct that had been buried.

It was a different kind of gratitude to be shown this different way, to fight with blood and sweat and come out on top despite the odds or maybe it was something else, or rather someone else. Or maybe it was all one and the same.

A different kind of passion burned at the core of you now, a violent essence that was hard to satisfy and even harder to put into words. You knew what you needed and world be damned if it stood in your way, a new ideal that is hard to compare to the person that walked into Nuka world that first time, even harder to the person who got out of that vault.

You were jogged from your thoughts by a hand wrapping around your middle, chest pressed to your back firmly. You did not react beyond the slight tilt of your head in his direction and then back at the scenery in front of you as you stood in front of a window at Fizztop Grille. This was yours, there was no connection to the past and who you had been, a life you had never imagined paired with a body that somehow knew yours too well.

His head pressed against your shoulder as his lips ghosted over the skin at the side of your neck, soft for a time, perhaps it was his way of asking your permission. Reasoning hardly mattered given the circumstances.

Your shoulders relaxed a bit under his movement, surrendering to him and the moment. A pounding in your chest when he finally barred his teeth, scratching against the skin as he held you tighter against his chest.

"You're a real stunner, you know that." His breath washed over your skin, far from the first time he had made the comment but still something in the way he says it brings a warmth to your chest.

You turn around in his grip, facing the man. He had foregone most of his usual attire that kept him protected giving the idea that he came for a reason and it wasn't to talk.

You pressed your lips to his, a sloppy display as your hand came to rest against his cheek, his hands coming to rest against the curve of your ass. He was patient for the most part, one could probably also describe it as thoughtful in the way he handled you, a hidden softness between teeth and tongue.

"Gage." Your hand fisted in the front of his shirt, need growing within your chest at the way his lips moved against yours, the way his fingers pressed into your skin.

"Yes, boss." His response came, ever innocent in its tone, wanting you to say it despite knowing what you wanted, despite having came here for a similar reason.

"Don't make me beg."

"But I so enjoy when you do." He responded, smirk on his lips as he regarded you. ",boss." He pressed a chest kiss to your lips as he pushed you backwards by the grip he had on your hips until your back pressed against the glass. "So ask me nicely and you'll get your treat."

Despite the myriad of ways you could get him to do what you wanted without giving into his demands, you relented, hands pressing against his chest as he in turn pressed into you. "Gage.." you said softly as you looked up at him. "I need you to fuck me... but perhaps.." your voice taking a slight sharper edge when your hand slipped down his chest and ran over the bulge in his pants. "Perhaps you have something better to do than me."

Gage pressed his hand against the glass beside your head and took a breath and closed his eyes momentarily as he furrowed his brows, a little thing that can play so many parts in such a short timeframe, playing with fire at every turn and always coming out on top. He had his doubts when you became overboss, even some time after but in the moment he was so thankful for it. You were a wildfire and he would crave the burn to the end of his days but there was something to say about the emotion you create within him, a certain turmoil that had more than once brought him to his knees, sometimes more literal than others, today would be one of those times.

He huffed a laugh when he opened his eyes. "I would never leave you hanging, boss." He punctuated with a firm tug of your pants as his fingers slipped beyond the waistband. "In fact, I think I should fuck you against this glass so everyone can see how good you take it."

Your lips parted at the suggestion, eyes clicking towards the glass for a moment and the consequence of it. Some poor souls watching as Gage entered you, made you scream, a perfect image to the cries they would normally be privy to. There was something quite alluring about the thought that you hadn't toyed with before, something about marking territory and being put on display.

The thought was somewhat interrupted when his finger slipped through your folds and pushed into your cunt, a sudden flow of pleasure in your veins that was simultaneously a lot and not enough. He watched your body react to his touch, your hand clenching over the wrist beside your head as you leaned back against the window.

He pressed his lips firmly to yours when he added a second finger, jagged thrusts given the limitation of your clothes but what he lacked in movement, he made up for with his tongue when it slipped into your mouth as you moaned for him. Your hips rocked into his hand, frustration on your tongue which he no doubt tasted as he removed his hand, earning a slight whine from your lips.

"I need to taste you." His voice lingered in the air as he shifted to his knees, making quick work of dragging your pants and underwear over your hips and down your legs with practiced precision until you stepped out of them. He licked his lips as he looked up at you, glimmer in his eyes as his hands wrapped around your hips and licked a stripe through your folds. "So good." He commented, hand wrapping around your thigh and lifting so it rested over his shoulder so he'd have more space to play.

Your hand splayed on the diner table for more stability as he pressed you to the glass, tongue diving into your cunt like a starved man, nose rubbing against your clit every so often. You moaned for him to never stop, hand running over his head and digging into the hair that wasn't a good length to pull at but you made an effort anyway, hips bucking to feel deeper, more.

When he added his fingers to the mix, you were done for. You cried out his name when you clenched around him, legs shaking through the intensity as he tried his best to keep you from tipping over with the grip he had on your hips. He lead you through it, pumping into you as your hips jerked forward until you whined and he removed his fingers from your cunt and reluctantly his lips and got back to his feet.

"That's a good girl." He muttered as he pressed a kiss to your forehead, soft, considerate even. You didn't much care for it in the moment as you pawed against his chest, pathetically pulling against his shirt until he pulled it over his head. Still, it wasn't enough as you reached for his pants, getting it below his hips with a few jagged pulls.

You instantly took him in your hand, pumping slowly as you guided him towards your cunt. His hand wrapped around your thigh and lifted it above his hip as he pressed into your warmth, the tight warmth of you spreading across his limbs and he focussed to not just fuck into you immediately. He was capable of many horrendous things but hurting you isn't something he'd like to add to his list of sins.

He stilled when his hips was pressed against yours, fingers digging into your thigh as his head rested against your neck, tongue running over the skin and periodically nipping at the skin as you grew accustomed.

"Gage.." you whispered as your hips rocked into him, needing him to move and fuck you like you asked. Your action was rewarded with a groan, teeth digging into your skin.

He lifted his head, regarding you as his hips snapped with a shallow thrust and watching your expression contort as the feeling spread throughout your body. He liked this moment, your pliable nature after your first, when your eyes were glossed over and body sensitive to his touch, when you knew nothing but him and clung to him like he was the only thing that mattered, only thing solid and the only thing that could make you feel this good.

He thrust shallowly, moving deeper and rougher as time passed, hands digging into your flesh as you took it but something was missing, he decided, letting go of your thigh in favour of dragging your shirt over your head, albeit sloppily. Then your bra, briefly cupping your breast and enjoying the new view as his thrust slowed and then stopped as he pulled out. He turned you around and pressed back into your warm cunt.

Your head was spinning as your cheek pressed to the glass, his name falling from your lips along with some other choice words.

His hand ghosted up your skin until it rested against your throat, pulling your body to his as he pressed his lips to your ear.

"Won't you just look at that." His voice beckoned in your ear, eyes fluttering open as he held you to regard the world beyond the window. "All of it, thanks to you. All the eye can see. Ours. " His lips pressed to the side of your neck. "So good to me."

His hand cupped your breast, squeezing as his hips snapped into yours, cock splitting you open over and over as his words penetrated through you, barely registering but still holding onto the tone of his voice like a lifeline.

All too soon, you felt the warmth spread throughout your body, crying out his name as you clenched around his cock, legs shaking when he didn't let up. He still thrusted into your cunt, searching for his own release even through the sudden tightness of your walls until he came inside of you, filling you with his seed.

You breathed heavy, hand wrapped around his as his grip on you loosened some, needing to feel him around you, feel the indentation of his touch on you. A need to be close after coming down, something he never really rejected to your surprise.

He slowly pulled out of you, pulling you with him as he got into the bed you shared, falling into his arms and laying on his chest as his warmth surrounded you, the beat of his normalizing heart thumping against your ear as you closed your eyes. There were many benefits to being an overboss and Gage just so happens to be one of them.

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undeniable | porter gage x female! sole survivor

a/n: am i finally back on my bullshit, uploading on a random sunday night? this is different from what i usually write, but hey! im definitely writing something. im too tired to revise or edit this bc its 12 AM, so ill look it over in the morning. just thought i'd post something silly.

♡ based off a modern au where gage and the sole survivor are childhood bestfriends in another life.

For as long as Gage can remember, she’s been a burden. Being nearly five years older than her and her guardian -- or her best friend, as she likes to call him -- he’s always felt inclined to watch over her. He doesn’t know why, he knows he doesn't necessarily need to, but the thought of abandoning her feels wrong. So he tries to find reasons as to why -- was it because they both grew up in terrible conditions together and only had each other? Or was it because he knew the moment he let her dumbass go into the real world alone, she’d somehow get herself killed? 

He shakes his head. Finding a reason was nothing but a waste of time, his mind overworking itself more than it already was. He dumbs it down to simply getting used to the routine of caring for her since they were children. If he fucks up his schedule now, he’d have to go through the trouble of rearranging everything around once again and readjust to his new lifestyle. 

‘Yeah,’ he thinks to himself, unlocking his apartment door, twisting the knob, ‘It’ll be nothing but fucking trouble.’ 

Once he pushes the door open, his boots thumping against the tiled floor of his apartment, he sees her sitting on the couch, distracted by the show playing on the television. His eyes darted over to the coffee table in front of her, papers and open textbooks strewn across the poor thing, obviously untouched and just displayed prettily to mimic the idea that she was being productive. 

With a low grumble, he tosses his bag on the counter nearby and takes off his boots before grabbing the remote lying on the couch. She’s so invested in her little show that she barely even notices him walking in with a scowl and an annoyed sigh. Sole jumps when the television shuts off suddenly, a gasp leaving her lips before turning her head to the side. 

“Hey, I was watching!” she whines, already rising from the couch to pick another fight with him. He doesn’t show any reaction and instead, crosses his arms with an unimpressed expression while he holds the remote hostage. 

She tries her best to grab it from his hand but he rolls his eyes, gently pushing her back down onto the couch. 

“Quit watchin’ and start studyin’. Yer not gonna get shit done like this.” 

She huffs angrily, her eyes narrowing at him, “Gage, a little break wouldn’t hurt every once in a while.” 

“And what have you accomplished since I left for work this afternoon?” 

Sole swallows nervously, her mouth going dry at his questions as she opens and closes it, trying her best to stand her ground. He raises a brow, giving her a chance to respond and redeem herself, but he already knows. She was a fool for thinking she could get away with such a lie, knowing that Gage knew her better than anyone else.

“Thought so,” he stuffed the remote in the back of his pocket, “Now be a good girl and finish yer damn work. I’m not paying yer tuition for you to fuck around.” 

Sole groans but listens obediently, pulling the coffee table closer to her. She grabs her laptop and unlocks it, opening her notes before reaching over to snatch one of her textbooks. 

“I don’t understand why you’re on my ass about my studies so much, Gage,” she complains, highlighting something in her book a bit roughly, “You didn't even finish high school, so why does it even matter?” 

He doesn’t spare her much of an answer, walking over to the kitchen to find something to cook for them, “Exactly my point. You wanna be better than me.”  

“But you make so much money, you’re able to provide for both of us!” she throws her hands in the air, desperately trying to prove a point to her stubborn roommate, who seemed to be firm on his words.

“That’s only because I got connections. Now shut your mouth and study.” 

He doesn’t find much in the fridge nor the cabinets, silently setting a reminder in his mind to do a grocery run first thing tomorrow before work. Eventually, he decides to heat up some leftovers they had for lunch and cut up some fruit for her to snack on while she did her work. It’s shit, he knows, but it’ll do till tomorrow. 

He makes his way back to the living room, plopping on the couch next to her and setting the food on the coffee table, maintaining a good distance between their dinner and her work. The last thing he wanted was to spill anything on her laptop and notes -- it would only give her another reason not to be productive. 

He doesn’t say much, but his eyes flicker over to her for a moment, a small smile on his face at the sight of her seemingly focused on her work now, a sense of satisfaction overcoming him. Gage leans back on the couch, pulling his phone out to distract himself while he kept her company in the living room. He takes a few bites of his portion of the leftovers, glancing at Sole here and there to ensure she was still on track. 

It’s a peaceful few minutes, he can’t recall how long, as they both sit in silence, her music playing softly in the background to fill up the white noise. Suddenly, he hears a sigh, sounding a bit defeated, and his eyes set on her sulking figure. 

“Gage, I know that you want the best for me, but I’m nearly twenty-three and you still treat me like a kid.” he stares at her, not showing any reaction but notices how she refused to make eye contact with him, her eyes glued to the screen of her laptop. 

When she doesn’t get a response, she closes her eyes before turning her body towards him, her expression serious, but he can see right through her. She’s pleading, but not in an annoying bratty way like she usually does, so he decides to listen to her troubles. 

She scoots closer to him and he watches, his phone long forgotten in his hand, “I’m really grateful for you and all that, but you need to trust that I can do well in school and balance my time. You can’t take care of me forever.” 

Instead of getting a response like she’d hope for, she was met with the usual silence he often provided her when she tried to set her boundaries. With an irate expression, she turned back to her laptop, her face flushed in embarrassment, feeling like her words vanished into thin air. 

She should’ve known better than to talk to Gage — he was a man of few words and she didn’t know why she expected him to at least say something to show that he at least cared about her feelings one way or the other.

Before she could continue studying to hide her embarrassment and anger, she hears his voice and freezes. 

“I know.” his voice is gravelly, a bit of exhaustion mixed into it, and her head shoots to him, a bit stunned at his broken silence. Her eyes are wide, body paralyzed at the sudden response. There’s a slight flush on his face but she convinces herself it’s the lighting. 

Definitely. 

He knows she’s waiting for more than just that and he sighs, crossing his arms as he makes eye contact with her the best he can without losing his shit, “Just want you to have a good future. Want you to live a better life than what I’m giving you right now before I send you off.” 

Suddenly, she’s overcome with guilt and she immediately leans over to him, her hands finding his as she cuts him off, “No, that’s not what I meant!”

With another breath, she composes herself before speaking. 

“Gage, you’ve given me everything I’ve wanted and needed, the last thing I’ll ever do is criticize your care for me. I don’t plan on leaving your side, even when I get a better life.” 

His heart twinges and his feelings for her resurface, but he pushes it down. 

She pulls on the sleeves of his hoodie, playing with the fabric with her fingers, “I just want you to trust me more. I know I’ve been slacking a bit, but I’d never fail school, especially when I know you’re working hard to provide for both of us and paying for my tuition. I’d never do that to you.”

“Wouldn’t say I’m working hard,” he downplays it, not wanting her to fret about such a miniscule matter. 

She groans, “You work twelve hour shifts everyday. Sometimes fourteen!”

He shrugs nonchalantly and Sole pouts at his stubbornness, smacking his arm with annoyance. Gage bites back a smirk, amused by her behavior and catches her wrist midair, her eyes rolling. Instead of providing her with a response, he digs in his pocket and hands her the remote to the TV and her eyes light up, a smile forming on her pretty face. His heart aches at the sight. It was such a small action but it was more than enough to validate her feelings. 

“Thank you, you’re the best!” she jumped over, throwing her arms around his neck as she embraced him tightly. 

His face flushed heavily and tried to seem annoyed to cover it up but the stutter in his voice and the tenseness of his shoulders gave it away. Gage pushed her away with his hand as he groaned quietly, “I get it, don’t need to be so damn happy about it.” 

However, she pecked his cheek and he froze instantly, his body paralyzed and his voice raising in embarrassment, “Q-Quit it!”

She giggles and doesn’t take much offense to his words, knowing that he was nothing but a big softie for her. As she released him, she smiled at him happily once more before turning to the TV and putting her show back on. 

Gage rubbed the spot where she kissed, his face a deep red as he tried to regain his composure. Suddenly, he pushes down the real reason of why he refused to leave her side for the millionth time, reminding himself that there were several other possibilities other than that. 

‘What a damn burden,’ he thinks to himself, desperately trying to fight back his feelings for her, his eyes glued to her gleeful form next to him. 

Suddenly, her kiss lingered on his skin a little too long, the feeling of her arms around him marking his skin, and he’s left absolutely horrified, realizing that he could no longer convince himself otherwise. 

Maybe accepting it was better than constantly running and Gage thinks it over for a moment but ultimately shakes his head, wanting to do anything but that. 

‘Just a stupid thought. Some stupid fucking feelings,’ he settles for that answer but knows deep down that he’s already lost the battle, his heart hammering in his chest. 

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[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."

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Mending Wounds: Porter Gage - Fallout 4 (Nuka-World DLC)

Porter Gage x Sole Survivor, partners, a hint of romance

Gage gets hurt while he and SoSu attempt to clear out the Bottling Plant. After they get back to Nuka-Town, SoSu patches him up.

TW/CW: Blood, injury, stitching, alcohol consumption, violence.

Word Count: 2.5+ K

• 

In the Bottling Plant, the mutated Mirelurks, or Nukalurks, had put up far more of a fight than either you or Gage had expected. The confined areas and all the fucking eggs hatching made things way more complicated. Of course, you knew it was normally difficult but this experience gave the word a whole new meaning.

The only good thing about the Plant was how many Nuka products and Nukalurk meat you had scored.

The bad thing? Gage got hurt, and his armour was, effectively, ruined. The pincers on those damned things were really fucking strong. Though his armour was generally pretty shitty in the first place, so it was only a matter of time before it fell apart.

Now, the two of you were heading back to Nuka-Town U.S.A, your bounty but also an injured Gage in tow.

“Y'alright, Gage?” You asked as they walked back to Fizztop.

Well, you walked; Gage was limping a few paces behind.

Said dumbarse grunted his reply, holding his side to stem any more blood flow. He carried his, now useless, armour on his back, gun dangling from his free hand, swaying with each laboured step.

You looked over at him for a moment and cringed.

It looked bad, really bad.

Blood soaked through his shirt, staining the light green tank top a muted greenish brown wherever it spread. The shirt was not coming back from this, no matter what Gage might insist. Even if you could get the blood out, you would probably have to cut open the tank top to get to his wound. Something that you’re already dreading having to bring up almost as much as actually having to tend to the wound.

But despite this, you knew you had to wait until you were back at Fizztop before patching him up. Gage always threw a fit if there was even a mere chance he’d get seen getting fixed up by the big, bad Overboss like some baby. He was better left alone for now. But, as soon as the two of you were back in the safety and isolation of the Fizztop Grille, you didn’t care how much he fought or complained. You were going to patch him up even if you had to knock him out to do so.

And hopefully, between then and now, you would both calm down. You silently prayed the cool air up the mountain would do so as it was always something you personally loved. It always felt good on your skin unless it was hot as balls, and not even the faux mountain could avoid it. But the night air had a decent chill that you wished would help you relax. After all, you really didn’t need to be freaking out while fixing him up. You also didn’t want Gage being pissy while you were doing so.

•

Despite your hopes, even the calming cool air wasn’t enough to stop you from worrying over your friend’s health. After all, this had been your fault.

You had been the one to suggest going to the Bottling Plant next instead of resting up. You had used up all the stims. You had been the one who didn’t pack enough meds. Fuck’s sake, you weren’t even paying enough attention to what was going on around you, and he had to save your arse.

You did this.

You did this to him.

It was your fucking fault.

As you both rode the yellow elevator up, you couldn’t help but look over at Gage. Anxiety filled your veins as you thought of all the possible ways he could die from his wound; bleeding out, infection, internal damage, etc, etc.

It was obvious he was trying to not show weakness. He refused to lean against the bars for support and stood tall even with the pain coursing through him. Gage tensed every muscle he could so he wouldn’t scream. And if it weren’t for the fact that he chewed his nails, he would have broken the skin of his palm from how hard he was squeezing his fist. All of this was in the effort of looking fine, strong enough to defend against anyone who dared try to challenge him in his current state. And with everything that had happened, he was beginning to look even worse than before. His tan skin had paled considerably to the point where he could almost be mistaken for some pre-war ghost haunting the parks. His breathing was jagged, almost panting as he struggled to breathe and even to just stand there. But even still, Gage stared forward, mustering all his will to not appear weak despite the blood pouring from his torso.

Some of the others had looked at him funny as the two had passed by. A good portion of the group shared worried looks ‘cause if something could take out the Overboss’ right hand, then it could likely take them out, too. The rest, however, regarded him with predatory gazes, likely measuring up whether they could take him like this.

It made you sick.

That was how raiders were, though. Damn, power-hungry, selfish, unloyal pieces of shite. Any single one of them, at a moment’s notice, would shoot you down or slice you up if you showed any weakness. So it didn’t really matter now, did it? It’s not like you could do anything, as much as you were loathed to admit it.

You hoped that the wound looked worse than it actually was. But, it didn’t seem to be shaping up that way as Gage swayed slightly, blinking rapidly to stay awake like he was about to collapse or pass out.

Wordlessly, you moved closer in case he dropped. The last thing you wanted was to lose him, the only person you could trust not to stab them in the back in the whole of Nuka-World. As long as you kept a move on, anyway.

Even if the wound wasn’t too bad, the prolonged blood loss and exposure to the elements couldn’t be good for him. He was starting to sag a little, blinking slower than most would like he was tired.

It was then that you cursed yourself for not bringing along more stimpaks and using all that you had with you during the fight with all those fucking Nukalurks. As delicious as the meat and eggs were, you began to have a great hatred for them. After all, you’d rather have Gage than whatever loot or food you might get.

The elevator stopped at the Grille window, though the broken-in piece was more of a door at this point.

“Boss,” Gage said, groaning in pain. Ignoring this, you gripped his arm, causing Gage to wince as you pulled him inside and away from prying eyes, the yanking sending shocks to the injured man’s wounds.

“Shut up and sit down,” you commanded, pulling off his pack, tossing aside his gun, and practically tearing his shirt off.

You weren’t giving him any time to refuse, and if it had been for any other reason, Gage would have probably made a joke about how bad you wanted him. Instead, he settled on complaining while he complied with his boss’ order.

Gage fell onto the sofa on the level below the boss’ bed. “I don’t need you babyin’ me, boss. I’ll be jus’ fine.” The words came out much weaker than they were supposed to, practically nothing more than a whisper and slurred together with drowsiness.

If you heard him, you said nothing in response, just kept pulling out bandages, stimpaks, and a variety of other things to tend to him.

Gage’s head lolled back, rolling around until it hit the back of the sofa. “Boss…”

He knew he couldn’t stay awake if someone or something wasn’t keeping him from passing out. Gage could feel it so he called out again, still barely maintaining something above a whisper.

You’d heard him this time. Thankfully.

Hurrying over, you pulled one of his arms out and, not caring about a possible infection at this point, slowly pushed the needle-end of a stimpak into his arm. Despite not being trained in any medical field, you’d learned a lot since you came out of cryo. And, luckily, by some miracle or another, you managed to find a vein on the first try and administered the med.

Gage sucked in a breath through clenched teeth at the stinging sensation from the stim. He grunted slightly, trying not to scream from the pain coursing through his side and all around his torso at this point.

Even with the pain, he could feel himself slipping into unconsciousness, using every last ounce of fight left in him to keep his eye open. The last thing Gage wanted was to leave this world without a fight. That and leave you alone without anyone to rely on or trust.

If it hadn’t been for Gage’s armour, the Nukalurk would have most certainly cut clean through him. Props to the stupid, barely functional thing. He’d been proud when he’d made it, but that was years ago, back when he was much younger and dumber. Despite that, it’d served him well. Now, it was likely heading to the scrap yard.

“Gage,” you said while pulling out the stimpak. “I need you to keep your eyes open. If you don’t, I might have to kiss you.”

Gage chuckled softly, the strain hurting him and instantly making him regret it. Nevertheless, he couldn’t let a comment like that go unanswered. “Don’t threaten me with a good time, boss,” he joked.

You looked up at him, raising an eyebrow. “Need I remind you of your injuries?” You asked. You lent back a bit and looked down at the bloody wound that was sure to scar. “Hmm, I think I will.” You applied pressure causing Gage to wince and pull away from them. 

“Damn it, boss,” he hissed. “You gotta be like that?”

You pulled him back. “You’re injured, Gage, and have lost a lot of blood. You should be more worried about that than a ‘good time’.”

“You made the joke in the first place,” he grumbled.

You began to tend to his side and the mess there. Wiping away the blood, you found a terrifyingly deep wound, one that would most certainly need stitches. You reached around Gage slightly, touching where the Nukalurk’s thumb pincer would have cut him, and, sure enough, there was another wound similar to the one on his front.

You could only hope no internal organs had been damaged. A wound like this you scarcely knew how to fix as is. But internal organ damage? You knew about as much as a rodent does.

Your friend was hurt, blood everywhere (you’d have to get a new sofa after this), and you had no idea how to handle these wounds.

You didn’t have any medical training; you’d barely gotten by on what you knew to patch yourself up, but someone else? Someone who you cared so much about? You had no idea how you were gonna stomach this.

But instead of whining or griping about the circumstances, you put forth all effort you could and brought out a needle and floss you’d found. Hopefully, everything would be okay. How different is human skin from cloth anyway?

I’m definitely going to need to get Bridgeman after he passes out. Get someone who knows more and can actually help him.

Taking a cloth, you doused it in vodka before wiping away more blood and, hopefully, cleaning the wound. After scrubbing away at a twitching Gage, you used a lighter to sterilise the needle before threading it. Then, it was just a matter of sewing his skin back together. Twice.

Yeah, this is gonna be awful.

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All you could think about as you worked was, “What if he doesn’t make it? What if I screw up? What if I lose him? How am I supposed to do this alone?” The questions swarmed and spat in your mind like bloat flies and were just as annoying.

In opposition to your worrying, Gage, about halfway through getting his front sewn up, had grabbed the bottle of vodka and started chugging. He may have hated alcohol, but he’d be damned if it wasn’t a good painkiller. In fact, it did its job so well that he barely complained when you pushed him to his stomach so you could sew up his back.

After you had wrapped his torso with bandages, you propped him up with pillows and blankets on the sofa. You would have much rather have him lying down instead of sitting up, but Gage wanted to see the view. In his drunken state, you knew it’d be more trouble than it's worth to try to get him to lay down, whether it be your bed, his, or the sofa.

“Why’d you do that?” You asked, mumbling, as you placed a pillow behind Gage’s neck.

Gage, ever the lightweight, looked up at you, eye clouded from his drunken stupor. “Hm?”

You looked down at him with something that Gage had only seen hiding behind your gaze a few times. It was like shoving worry and anger and, most of all, fear all into one look. He hated making you upset, even if he’d vehemently deny it. It wasn’t out of dread like with Colter; he just hated to see you upset. That was all there was to it or at least all he’d be willing to admit.

“Why’d you go and jump in front of me?”

Even in his current state, Gage wasn’t one to let slip his feelings. So he gave a factual answer. “Stronger armour,” he mumbled. “I have it.”

You shook your head, a slight smile on your lips as you settled down into a seated position in front of Gage.

“You had it,” you said, correcting him.

Your gaze drifted to the destroyed armour that you’d tossed aside earlier. The metal bowed inwards where the Nukalurk clamped down, blood now mixing with the paint covering it. At least now you had a better chance at convincing him to wear better armour, one that actually suited and protected him.

You could still remember his scream and him falling in front of them after he’d pushed you back, taking the blow for himself.

You looked back at Gage with sadness in your eyes as you played with your fingers. Without much thought put into it, you pushed yourself to Gage, pulling his head down and kissing his forehead.

Gage’s face was overtaken with a stupid look, his eye falling closed. When he opened it again, his gaze met yours. “You shouldn't be kissing me unless you plan on doing it right,” he said jokingly, a rare soft smile on his face.

The guy was definitely out of it, whether it be from pain or alcohol.

You settled back down on the floor and studied him. You knew it was stupid but figured he probably wouldn’t remember this anyway, so you kissed him, right on the lips. But, as quickly as it happened, you pulled back, leaving him there and going into the back of the Grille.

Gage’s sight followed you as you turned and left, not even giving him time to react. So, he sat there, dazedly watching you go, a little awestruck. It had been such a chaste kiss, barely a peck, and yet, for some reason, he wanted you to do it again.

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[datsynthhoe]

Fo4 Companions and their Love Languages

Words of Affirmation

- Curie was locked in her cage for god knows how long, and really just wants to impress you. So when you say nice things to her, she gets all giddy.

- Deacon doesn’t like getting close to people, but he really enjoys your company. So when you tell him how you appreciate him, it really hits home.

- Hancock is like, lonely. Bless him, he doesn’t really have a lot of people around him, other than his citizens. It’s just nice to hear appreciation from someone who truly cares.

Acts of Service

- Cait doesn’t feel that she deserves good people in her life. So doing things to help her, no matter how small, she appreciates so deeply.

- Codsworth was literally built to please.

- Preston A SETTLEMENT NEEDS YOUR HELP-

Gift-Giving

- Maccredy grew up really poor, so any time he receives gifts, he’s a very happy bunny rabbit. Literally healing his inner child.

- Strong like shinny thing.

- Gage, much like Maccready, grew up with nothing, so he likes to receive gifts. It’s also how he shows his appreciation and love.

Quality Time

- Nick feels comfortable when he is with you. You stop the random memory flashes, the fear of people judging him, and you make him happy. That’s all he needs.

- X6 isn’t really sure how to express his emotions. He has never been allowed to. So just being in your presence has helped him get a good start.

- Ada feels lonely a lot, so when you guys just sit and talk, she loves it. And she has A L O T to talk about.

Physical Touch

- Danse is literally just a big teddy bear. He loves cuddling with you and just basking in your presence. He’s a big ol baby.

- Piper hates it, but she’s severely touch-starved. She just loves being held so much, it’s not even funny. But if you tell anyone she’s a softie, she’s killing you.

- Dogmeat is literally a dog lol. Just a baby :)

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[everydayyoulovemeless]

I don't know if you're doing requests, but I recently downloaded Tumblr again and happen to stumble across your account when looking through fallout stuff.

but, my request would be an (sfw, fluff) overboss reader x porter gage. but, here's the twist: the reader could be 16 or 17 years of age. obviously having a child as an overboss of three raider groups could never end well, but the reader knows how to hold their own; they're tough, reliable and gage gives them a chance as the overboss of nuka world, since they were able to take down colter.

the location of this one-shot would be in kiddy kingdom, after the reader convinces gage to go with them (without explaining why). the power in nuka world would be on, so the rides would be active.

could it be that the reader somehow convices gage to ride with them on one of the rides? e.i. the carousel, the spinning cars, Farris wheel, etc. gage could secretly enjoy this, but when they finally leave kiddy kingdom, the cherry on top would definitely be him saying, "listen, boss, if you tell anyone about this, I'll kill you myself."

this is completely random, and I'm unsure if you still write, but I thought this was a cute idea!

Kiddie Kingdom ↠ Platonic!Gage x Teen!Reader

➼ Word Count » 1.0k ➼ Warnings » None ➼ Summary » Reader takes Gage to ride the Ferris Wheel in Kiddie Kingdom. ➼ A/N » This is so cute! I love fluffy Gage moments <33

There weren't many people who had any hope of taking over the park once you were elected to be their new overboss. There was a lot of risk in giving all the power to some kid who just happened to win against Colter. You couldn't blame them, after all, you weren't all too sure what you were doing when you first showed up either, but you were smart and picked up on what needed to be done early on. People eventually began relying on you, and you always came through, soon enough winning the trust and loyalty of most.

“Hey, Gage, I'm headed out to Kiddie Kingdom, did you wanna come with?” You called out as you rummaged through your trunk up in the Fizztop Grille.

“What the hell are you plannin’ on doin’ all the way out there? We cleared it didn’t we?”

“You coming or not?” You asked, moving to take your place on the elevator.

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll come, just gimme a second.”

Taking over the park wasn't as easy as you originally thought it'd be, especially since you had to do most of the heavy lifting, but as you walked down the dirt paths of Nuka-Town, seeing the place brought back to its former glory, all the work you accomplished felt worth it.

“Hey, boss, do I slack off on my job?" One of the Disciples called out as you and Gage passed by.

“No?” You answered, not entirely sure how to respond. It wasn't like you had files on all of your grunts, you had no idea who this guy even was.

“I told ya!” He said, hitting the other's shoulder with his hand, “Thanks, boss!”

The whole place was much more lively now that you had the power back up and running. The flashing carnival lights made everything seem brighter and more exciting. You preferred the newer atmosphere to the previous one. It was way too devoid of color and you liked how the raiders now all seemed full of wonder at everything they spotted.

"You gonna tell me why we're goin' here, or are ya just gonna keep me in the dark?" Gage glanced down at you, his rifle held firmly in his hands as he followed.

"You'll see," You spoke, "just be patient."

"Come on now, just spit it out." He pressed, "I feel like I'm walkin' into a trap."

You giggled, "Quit whining, we'll be there soon enough."

There was something so charming about the child-like aesthetics of the Kiddie Kingdom blending with the rustic horrors of the apocalypse. The bright colors and welcoming decorations added much to the impending danger that awaited behind the arches. You remember it feeling so enchanting when you and Gage first stepped foot inside the park's walls—like a Brothers Grimm fairytale.

You made a beeline to the Ferris Wheel once it came into view, "Well, hop on Gage."

"There ain't anythin' that could convince me to get on that giant deathtrap, boss." The raider retorted, "No offense, but that thing looks like it's gonna fall apart any second now."

"Come on," You said, sliding into the seats closest to the ground, "It'll be fun."

"I'm not gettin' on it."

"You followed me all the way out here, you might as well just go on one loop with me. Just press that button there and get on."

That seemed to have convinced him as he rolled his eyes, pressed the button, and slid into the capsule across from you, pulling down the handrails to keep either of you from falling out.

The heavy machinery slowly began to lift you both into the air, swaying and groaning as it did, making its age evident. It went slowly, pausing suddenly at certain moments due to it being so ancient. Gage noticeably tensed whenever it froze like that, gripping the handles with incredible force only for the ride to continue its route upward.

You were both about the same height as the castle when the ride came to a full stop, allowing you to peer out at the rest of the park.

Gage's ragged breaths continuously broke the silence, "You sure it's supposed to stop like this?"

"Yeah, I'm sure it's fine." You dismissed, waving away his concerns, "Look! You can see Fizztop Mountain!"

"That ain't nothin' special, you can see it from just 'bout anywhere in the park."

You undid your restraints and stood to better see everything, causing the capsule to sway and Gage to reach out and pull you back down into your seat.

"Knock that off! You tryin' to get us killed?"

You rolled your eyes, "Calm down, Gage, this thing's stable enough."

The look in his eye told you he didn't believe you, but he didn't argue, just strapped the bar back over your torso.

The Ferris Wheel then sparked back to life and slowly started to bring the two of you back to the ground, threatening to break at every creak and groan, until you were brought back to solid ground again.

You climbed out, jumping around excitedly at the thought of being so high up. "Ah! That was so fun! We should go on another one sometime!"

"Yeah, don't count on it."

"You can't tell me you didn't enjoy it a little bit." You said, walking quickly to keep up with Gage as he made his way back to Nuka-Town.

He couldn't hide the small grin that made its way onto his face, "No, I hated that. Felt we were gonna fall at any minute."

You only gave him a knowing glance and a doubtful hum as you clasped your hands behind your back before he finally stopped walking. “Listen, boss, if you tell anyone about this, I’ll kill you myself.”

You snickered before saluting him, “Sure thing, Gage. I doubt anyone would believe me anyway.” And with that, you both started toward the Fizztop Grille again, certain that you'd be able to get him on another ride someday.

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[bombsquad9]

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Hello! I am Ro, and I am 18-21 year old trans man. I write for many fandoms (which shall be listed below). This is indeed my second account, I deleted my last one because I needed to refresh everything (feed, posts, etc). I will try to post frequently, and if I do not then please be patient with me, because it probably means burn out or poor mental health. I also have a new Wattpad account, which the username is also bombsquad09 (it will also be linked below, along with a tag list). Every fandom and character within will be in alphabetical order. Some of the fandoms I do write for will not be listed, and that is due to me not taking requests for those specific fandoms. Thank you!

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—> Character(s): Cait, Codsworth, Deacon, John Hancock, Nick Valentine, Porter Gage, Preston Garvey, Robert MacCready.

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[justanotherfalloutauthor]

Longing!Romanceable Fallout 4 Companions and How They Deal with Jealousy - Part 1

Character/Ships: Cait/Sole Survivor // Curie/Sole Survivor // Paladin Danse/Sole Survivor // Porter Gage/Sole Survivor (see Part 2 for Hancock, MacCready, Piper, and Preston.) Series: Fallout 4 Word Count: 164 (intro) // 653 (Cait) // 685 (Curie) // 692 (Danse) // 753 (Gage)

TW: Alcohol (all), suggestive themes (Cait/Gage), gratuitous foul language (Gage)

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Night had settled over Goodneighbor like a velvet shadow. The town's Third Rail was as busy as always, with many of the regular drunkards and miscreants chatting away obnoxiously at the bar, spilling their drinks and picking fights - much to the chagrin of the bartender, Whitechapel Charlie, who only tolerated them as much as their bottlecaps would allow. In the corner, Magnolia crooned an old jazz tune into the microphone, the stage surrounding her lit up in a dazzling array of lights as if the stage was tailor-made for her and her form-fitting red dress. The scattered, worn lounges, tables, and chairs were mostly occupied with a variety of wastelanders taking the opportunity to wind down for the night and relax in Goodneighbor's favourite drinking establishment.

The night had not settled over two residents nearly as well as their surroundings. In the VIP lounge just off the main floor, a quiet word was taking place between the Sole Survivor of Vault 111 and...

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[Cait]

...the cranky redhead that they had been travelling with for the past several months. The night had started out innocently enough - well, as innocently as a steady flow of whiskey and vodka would allow, of course. Cait and Sole indulged in a variety of liquor, trading stories and playing simple drinking games that usually ended in uproarious laughter and the demands for yet another round.

As the time ticked on, Cait had left their booth in the middle of the room and offered to grab the next round, and as she waited at the bar for Charlie to pour their drinks, she looked over her shoulder to see Sole pouting at a bloke maybe twice their age that had meandered over to the table. Her breath hitched in her throat as she saw him pass Sole a glass of something brown and almost certainly alcoholic, and she felt her face heat up as Sole accepted the drink with a smile. A smile that Cait had been secretly hoping was reserved only for her.

A familiar feeling of anger bubbled inside her, simmering just below the surface of her freckled skin as her chest ached with irritation. Or was it longing?

She didn't want to think about it.

Instead, despite herself, she watched on as the man slid into the lounge next to them, and Sole laughed. Laughed!

Cait grunted as Charlie handed her two glasses of bourbon and she downed hers in one swig before marching back to the table. Wobbly and inebriated, she nearly decked the poor wastelander before Sole stopped her, catching her as she instead fell harmlessly into their arms.

"A bit too much?" Sole chuckled, but their laughter was cut short as they were greeted by the fire in Cait's eyes. She scrambled to her feet and jabbed a long sharp finger into the stranger's chest, mumbling a threat into his ear.

The strangers' expression immediately changed from one of confidence to one of concern, and he drummed his fingers against his glass impatiently.

Sole pinched their nose and sighed. It was going to be a long night.

"Please excuse us," they said to the stranger as they dragged Cait into the VIP lounge and pushed her into the lounge. The room spun and Cait groaned as she placed her head in her hands. Was she coming down already?

"What's gotten into you?" Sole's expression was one of compassion. It was a look that Cait was not used to seeing, and in that moment, she realised that she resented it. She resented the feelings that it brought in her. She resented how her heart was hammering in her chest at the close proximity of the object of her desires. She resented how she was so utterly unworthy of anything that could happen between them.

With that in mind, Cait spat out the only thing that came to mind.

"He was gonna take advantage of ya, ya idiot."

Sole rolled their eyes. "Maybe I wanted him to…"

Cait's mind short-circuited.

"…Or maybe," Sole shrugged, and Cait almost missed the mischievous glint in their eye, "I just wanted to take advantage of the free drinks and wind up even more drunk than you for a change!"

The redhead may have been inebriated, but she was almost positive that she wasn't misinterpreting the situation as she bolted upright and squinted suspiciously at her friend. "You mean to say you weren't into him?"

Sole chortled. "God, no. I mean, the free drinks, though...?" They winked, and this time, Cait laughed alongside them.

Perhaps this wouldn't be the night that they would wind up in bed together, limbs entangled and bodies flush as they pandered to desires often indulged behind closed doors and under night's cover, but for tonight, as she held a thoroughly sloshed Sole in the VIP lounge, this night was enough for Cait. In fact, it was more than enough.

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[Curie]

...their cheerful synth companion. The original plan for the night was for Sole to show Curie a more human approach to life and living, to introduce her to alcohol for the first time. Sole had promised that they would not go overboard - "Just one or two drinks, maybe some dancing, then we can go back to the Rexford" - but the pair had stayed at the Third Rail for almost three hours just dancing to Magnolia's tunes before a drink had even been mentioned.

Funnily enough however, the suggestion of a drink was not mentioned by either of them, but rather an attractive young woman. The stranger slunk in between the pair with a glass of wine in each hand; a light dusting of freckles painted her cheeks and shoulders, and soft brown curls framed her face. Effortlessly elegant, Curie thought, as the woman offered them both a drink. Well, more precisely, she passed Curie a drink, and asked Charlie at the bar to fetch another wine as she took a sip from hers and leaned against the counter, chatting to Sole as she did so. Curie pursed her lips but said nothing as Sole chuckled half-heartedly, thanking her for the offer.

As the synth gingerly took a taste of the drink, Sole and the stranger next to her appeared to be in deep conversation. Something was deeply unpleasant regarding the interaction, but Curie could not put her finger on why that would be. She enjoyed Sole’s company. She enjoyed the idea of making a new friend – especially here in the Commonwealth, where it seemed like every second person was a Raider or a Gunner with a desire for blood and no mercy to share. Perhaps she was irritated at the lack of care the stranger had shown towards Sole, not sharing the two glasses she had before ordering one for herself.

As she watched the woman bat her eyelashes at her friend, she felt a twang in her heart. The wine tasted bitter, and the alcoholic burn gripped her throat like a vice. She suddenly didn’t feel like drinking. Placing down her glass on the edge of the bar, she observed Sole as they returned the stranger’s odd behaviour with an equally odd act that made her heart clench even more; they placed their arm on the strangers’ own and smirked. Blood rushed in her ears. Why did she feel so unsettled by this?

Shaking her head, unwilling to see any more, she hurried into the VIP lounge, where she found solace in the isolated room of the Third Rail. She clutched her face as if to ground herself, her chest heaving with the effort of keeping in her tears. Such human emotions were too strange, too foreign for her. Too intense.

“Curie?”

She yelped in surprise to see that Sole had followed her into the lounge. Oh, of course they had, she realised. They were her friend. Friends help each other.

The word ‘friend’ felt as bitter as the wine from earlier.

“I don’t understand what I’m feeling.” She confessed. “It was so painful when you talked to her. I’m still learning all of these new things. It’s difficult.”

Sole immediately nodded and brushed a loose strand of hair off Curie’s pale face, “I’m sorry, Curie, I hadn’t realised.”

Sole’s hand on her face was electric, and she absentmindedly wondered if Sole could feel the heat spreading across her cheek. Their eyes sparkled in the low light of the lounge, and they were almost close enough to…

…To what?

All too soon, the spell had been broken as Sole pulled away, shaking their head. “You felt left out. You felt excluded. That was on me, and I’m sorry I made you feel that way. Why don’t we have another dance, to make up for it?”

Ah, yes. That must have been what it was. Excluded. Curie ignored the doubt buzzing in the back of her mind as she followed Sole, hand in hand, back to the dancefloor.

After all, who was she to doubt someone as knowledgeable and as wonderful as Sole?

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[Danse]

…the ex-Brotherhood Paladin. Earlier that day, much to Danse’s chagrin and to the surprise of everyone in their mutual social circle, Sole had convinced Danse to spend a night away from the bunker, to spend it in the fresh air and freedom and the multitudes of alcohol that only Goodneighbor and its premiere bar could provide. Unlike his superior in the Brotherhood, Danse had never been one to indulge in a beer or whiskey, but in his current circumstance, with the knowledge of his true identity hanging over him like an angry ghost, he reluctantly accepted Sole’s offer of a drink.

Perhaps it was the way that Sole’s fingers grazed his own as they passed him their first bourbon. Perhaps it was the way the light caught their eyes as the corners crinkled with each delightful expression that was painted on their face. Perhaps it was the way his companion sighed contentedly into their drink as they listened to Magnolia’s music. When he cracked a dry witticism and they turned and smiled at him, his heart almost leapt to his throat as he stumbled over his words.

Here, in the Third Rail, surrounded by drunkards and commoners, with his saviour by his side, he almost felt human.

Almost.

He pushed away the ugly thoughts creeping into his mind as he took another swig of bourbon. Side-eyeing the person next to them, he swallowed the burning liquid alongside the newfound disgust bubbling in his chest and he excused himself from their table to procure another drink from the bar. Too enraptured in Magnolia’s performance, Sole nodded happily and produced a few caps to buy a drink for the two of them. Grunting a thanks, he wandered to the bar and dumped the caps on the wooden counter.

“Careful,” Charlie tutted, “You’ll scratch my bar!”

“Vodka. Two.” Danse ignored the comment from the bartender. He almost found himself chuckling at how ridiculous the notion was; a robot, chiding a synth. He surely didn’t deserve to be out here, enjoying this freedom. What had Sole seen in him to spare him that fateful day? What could Sole possibly see in him now, as he sat stewing in bitter, unhappy thoughts?

What could he make them see in him?

 When Charlie had returned with the drinks, the tipsy ex-Paladin was still in a trance. He had pushed any such inappropriate thoughts of Sole out of his mind for the longest time, but perhaps the alcohol was loosening him up a bit more than he had expected. He turned, drinks in hand, to head back to his table.

He really hadn’t expected to see the most attractive man this side of the Commonwealth at their table.

Danse seethed as he watched Sole chatting to the man, his arm around their shoulders. The man seemed to be almost smirking down at Sole as he leaned down and whispered something in their ear, eliciting a giggle from them. A giggle!

He was furious.

He was furious with himself.

Not wishing to disturb any further, he quietly placed Sole’s drink on the table before slinking off the VIP lounge as quietly as he could muster. He knew that the object of his affections deserved better than what he could offer, and he was a big enough man to step aside, at least for the evening.

 Danse had been sitting in the dark, nursing his vodka for a good ten minutes before Sole had tracked them down. Out of breath, and with the beginnings of an inebriated blush on their face, they stumbled over their words.

“God, I’m so sorry. I lost track of time, and then I realised you weren’t with me, and-“

Danse held up his hand. “No need to apologise. You were, uh, preoccupied.”

Sole’s blush deepened, but they waved it off. “Regardless, I would rather spend time with you over someone I don’t even know.”

“Oh?” He quipped, quirking an eyebrow.

Sole only nodded, sitting down next to him and clinking his bottle with their own. “So, here’s to good company.”

Danse hummed in agreement, ignoring his heart surging in his chest. “Outstanding.”

To good company indeed.

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[Gage]

…the most intimidating man in the Third Rail. It all began earlier that evening as the sun touched the horizon, and only the brightest dusting of stars had painted the twilit sky; the Overboss and their second-in-command were passing through Goodneighbor, and Sole suggested they unwind at the local watering hole. Ham growled a warning to the pair as they made their way down the stairs, and Gage tossed a careless obscenity back before Sole shushed him.

“C’mon, you wanna get kicked out before we can even get a drink?”

“Well shit, boss,” Gage shrugged, a playful smile ghosting his lips. “Is that a challenge?”

 The two raiders quickly settled comfortably into the empty VIP lounge, away from the prying eyes of the public. Gage sunk into one of the plush chairs and Sole draped themselves over a lounge, sipping a Nuka-Cola.

“Dunno how you can still stomach that.” He muttered as he shook his head, eyeing the carbonated drink. He watched Sole’s motion as they rose it to their lips and swallowed. He swallowed with them.

Sole wiped their mouth and raised an eyebrow, shooting their companion a questioning glance. “Thirsty, Gage?”

“Yeah.” Gage smirked and looked away. “You could say that.”

“Then get us something to drink.”

“Booze dulls the senses, boss. Gotta be alert, ‘specially in a place like this.”

Sole shook their head. “Yeah, yeah. I’ve heard it before. ‘You’ve seen raiders lose their minds over the stuff.’” They absentmindedly traced the letters of the Nuka-Cola logo with their fingers and allowed their gaze to wander from the lounge to the main area. “You’re no fun, you know that?”

Gage grunted. “I’m loads of fun, boss.”

‘Why don’t you find out just how much ‘fun’ I can be?’

“If you’re not game, then I’m hitting the bar by myself. I’ll be back.” Sole shrugged as they rose from the lounge and stretched, their back arching against the door frame, before tossing a coy look over their shoulder. “Don’t wait up!”

“Ha-ha.” The raider snarked, rolling his eye. His gaze dropped to Sole’s backside as they sauntered to the bar, and if he hadn’t known better, he could have sworn they were showing off.

Still, if he had an ass like that, he would flaunt it as well.

 Gage sat and stewed in his thoughts for an eternity, waiting for the Overboss to return. Fiddling with the bolts at the front of his armour as he kicked back in the old chair, his mind drifted to Nuka-World. The raiders under the Overboss would be well taken care of now they were expanding to the Commonwealth, and there would be a steady flow of crops and caps coming their way. It was unbelievable just how efficient his plan had been.

It certainly helped that the right person wandered into the Gauntlet at just the right time.

Gage was in high spirits until he peered out from the VIP lounge and saw Sole with some stranger getting too close for comfort. What was the Overboss even doing, paying attention to a lowly settler?

Suddenly, he saw them raise their hand and touch the stranger’s shoulder as the wastelander handed them drink. Were they flirting?

Annoyed, Gage stormed over to the pair, and, without warning, he grabbed the hair on the back of the stranger’s head and smashed their face into the counter. The Third Rail fell silent for only a moment before the Overboss jumped from their seat and grabbed Gage by his armour, dragging him back into the VIP Lounge and ignoring Whitechapel Charlie’s cries of protests. ‘Someone’s going to have to help me clean up this blood stain you left!’

 “What the hell is wrong with you?” Sole growled.

“The hell were you doing? You know we ain’t here to make friends.” Gage tripped over his words as he felt the familiar heat of shame cross his cheeks. “We gotta get a move-on if we intend to arrive at Nuka-World before sun-up.”

The Overboss sighed, their shoulders slumping alongside the movement. “Yeah, you’re right.”

‘Phew.’

Gage chuckled darkly into his armour as he adjusted the chains around his leg. He understood the Overboss would never even look twice in his direction in the way that he did them – God knows he didn’t deserve the privilege – but he was at peace with that; so long as he could keep the less worthy wastelanders thinking the same.

“I know I am, boss. Let’s get out of here before we get kicked out.”

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[satanwritesfanfiction]

Porter Gage x f!reader •°• Under management △SMUT△

Title: Under management

Rating: explicit, smut

Category: f/m

Fandom: Fallout 4

Relationship: reader x Gage, ss x gage, female overboss x Gage

Characters: Gage, reader

Tags/ triggers: Mild dubious consent if you squint, p in v, pwp, smut, vaginal fingering, no aftercare, OOC

Wordcount: 1470

a/n: idk how I feel about this one yet, but it's finished and that's something to be happy about.

When he had offered to be the man behind the overboss you didn't think he meant it quite as literally. He had been quite to the point in that initial conversation, most of it purged from your memory under the exhaustion and blood loss, but you remembered the ease in which he shot down your objections and took the back-seat, come to think of it, he did like the proverbial back-seat in most of your interactions...

Many a times he found himself behind you, hand anchored to the back of your neck as he took the time to tell you how good you take him whilst filling your cunt up to your skull, pressed against the old mattress as you cried out. It had barely been a few days when he first found himself pressed to the hilt, a quick motion that ended with you bent over the countertop, stools rolling on the floor from the jagged movement.

You could feel it as you walked through the parks, his eyes on you as he trailed behind. A quiet patience, control that seemed to snap once his eyes were the only ones on you, when he could maneuver you as he liked, where he dragged beyond the title of overboss even when still referring to you as it.

You should not like that fact, you rolled the thought over in your mind, cloudy intention in the sanctity of Fizztop Grille. Barely even a word exchanged until he once again maneuvered your body effortlessly onto the bed, pants already dragged to the floor and fingers pressed to your clothed core, biting into your lower lip as you looked up at his hulking form.

"Like that?" He asked, but didn't wait for a response, merely dragged your underwear to the side and pressed a finger into your tight heat.

You sucked in a breath at the feel of it, body tingling under the promise of the sweet release, yearning for the press of him once again. Your hands pressed to his shoulders in a keening display as your body opened up to him, a softness beneath the jagged movement as he took the time to pull at the threads of your body.

You mulled the emotion in your head as your head tipped back and sucked in another breath, repeated the mantra that it was just pleasure, it was just the raider way, thoughts that crumbled under the weight of his lips pressed to the side of your face, of the words layered upon your skin.

You were easy, you wagered. Something easy to manipulate and fashion into what he wanted, to artificially move into a position to take control of. The notion only made real in your mind by how you responded when his free hand moved up your body, slipping under your shirt and wrapping around your breast. You pushed into him as he played with the weight of it, whispering his name under the threat of your release building in your lower abdomen.

He was gracious enough to press his thumb to your clit as your hips jerked pathetically against his fingers. Your hands clenched against his shirt, biting into your lower lip hard enough to draw blood when you chanced a glance up at the man. His eye was focussed on where his fingers disappeared into your cunt.

"G-Gage.." You whimpered, that lead his gaze to your face. "I'm so... Close."

The smirk on his face was unmistaken as he shifted his weight a little to better regard you.

"Show me." He stated simply, doing more purposeful movements with his hand. " I want you to come on my fingers... boss."

By now he must've realized what the term does to you, had to have felt the way your cunt flutters against him when he uses it. He didn't say anything on the matter, but he purposefully used it in your most heightened state, pushed you into clenching around him.

You came with his name on your tongue, nails digging into your palm as you clenched them against his chest, chest pressing into his chest as the sensations ran through your body, for a moment consumed.

You bit into your lip when he removed his fingers from your cunt, small sound falling from your lips. He sat back, fingers pressing into your skin as he dragged your underwear down your legs. He watched on, attentive in the way his eye lingered on your body and settled between your legs. His fingers pressed into the soft flesh, keeping your thighs spread for him in his assessment. He glanced up at your face as his hand covered your sex, and he then slid a single digit through your slick folds.

"You are quite something..." His voice carried across the room, fingers wrapping over your hip. "Spread out like this, all for me." He didn't plan on wasting much more time, as he pulled his cock free with a few jagged motions to his pants and slapped it against your cunt, a chuckle reverberating at your sound of surprise. "Such a pretty little thing."

He shifted a little to get a better angle, lining up to your entrance and swiftly pressed onward, not enough to be able to thrust to the hilt at first, but he quickly worked his way inside, quick sharp motions that sucked the air from your lungs.

He quickly found a rhythm, much less pressed on you than where you connected, fingers digging into the flesh of your hips as he used the leverage to pull your body towards his as he thrusted, watching as his cock reappeared and then disappeared again inside your warm cunt.

"That's it..." He grunted through the motions. "So fucking tight... So good for me, boss."

You bit into your fist, eyes closed under the assault, sensation pricking at your skin as you were submerged under the feeling of his cock filling you up again and again, feeling your body rock against the mattress as he used your body for his own pleasure.

Lost in the pleasure, you didn't quite notice the shift until he pulled harshly at your wrist, dislodging the appendage from your lips and pressing it beside your head, fingers locking to keep it in place as he hovered over you.

"Let me hear it." He stated as he looked down at you, dragging your thigh over his hip as he took you. "Don't you dare fucking hide it from me."

You whimpered at the request, soft babbling under the sensation that turned louder until you called his name in a plea that you weren't sure exactly what you were asking for.

His hand left your wrist, sliding between your bodies and pressing flat against your clit, pressing a kiss against your exposed neck when your head moved to the side.

"I want you to come with me inside you." He spoke against your skin, the finger on your clit rapidly moving at the tail-end of the sentence. "I know you can do that for me."

You could feel your thighs quiver at the sensations that wrecked your body, your own fingers pressing into the skin of his back. You closed your eyes, with all the turmoil and confusion he caused, you rarely found the courage to not give into whatever he asked. You relented to the pressure in your lower abdomen, crying out his name as you gave in.

Your walls clenched around him, his hand digging into your hip in his effort to keep fucking into your tight cunt as you fell. You watched your expression shift, body shake, and he swore he could thank whatever god was out there to have you land in his lap so beautifully, so obediently.

"That's a good girl." He breathed, hips sloppily thrusting forward until he stilled, pressed deep into your cunt as he came, ropes of warm seed painting your insides as he grunted against your neck.

He was never one for intimacy or showing affection, but he couldn't help the way his eyes washed over your flushed face, but neither would you see it and ultimately, he pulled out without a word and flopped down beside your half dressed body, placing himself back in his pants before zipping up, like nothing had even happened. The only evidence the sweat on his skin and the liquid spilling from between your legs.

He was courteous in his own way you suppose, when he handed you a glass of water and the fact that he didn't kick you out of the bed, or leave himself until some time had passed after the deed, but perhaps it would've been better if he had, then you wouldn't have any hope to cling to that this could be more than what it evidently was to him.

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[wastelandlovingscenarios]

“i think i’m falling in love with you” + gage! please make it fluffy 🙏🏽

crying rn. so glad i got gage as my first request in months. ♡ forever in love with him. please enjoy! writing might be a little rusty, so i apologize.

this is also unedited since i’m writing this at 12 am, so don’t mind the grammatical mistakes or rushed ideas.

prompt: “i think i’m falling in love with you,” + gage

porter gage:

the word “love” isn’t implemented into his language. the idea was extremely foreign to him and he knew that deep down the closest thing he’ll probably get to it is a pocket full of caps and probably a permanent roof over his head. but even at that, he wouldn’t exactly call it love.

surely enough, he grew okay with the idea of never experiencing such an emotion and had eventually labeled it as nothing but a weakness and distraction to his well-being. he was sure one night stands and harmless flirting would fill out the hole that was void of this particular tenderness and for a good amount of his life, he held this belief close to his heart. gage wasn’t fit for love and he accepted this with open arms, not a doubt clouding his mind.

but if he wasn’t so fit for love, then why did he grow extremely worried over the overboss falling ill? why was he going out of his way to ensure their comfort by waiting “patiently” in front of a food stand to get them fresh soup? in fact, why wasn’t he just holding these people at gunpoint demanding to get shit done instead of waiting around like a civilized individual?

if this were anyone else, he wouldn’t give two shits about them coughing their lungs out or bleeding out in front of him. in fact, they could just die for all he cared, he wouldn’t bat an eye at the slightest. if your body couldn’t do something as simple as surviving an illness, you were obviously good for nothing at the end of the day.

however, the sight of soles weakened form laying in bed, their breathing labored and their skin pale, did nothing but bring him an uncomfortable amount of terror (though he refuses to say it out loud). he has never seen them so helpless in his life and that thought alone scared him more than anything else he’s experienced. without acknowledging them, he forced himself to go into one of soles settlements and go out of his way to buy them the proper items needed to help them recover.

why he was doing it was a thought that echoed in the back of his head as he watched the settler cook the soup in front of him, impatiently tapping his foot. he wondered how he mustered up the patience to resist shooting anyone within five minutes of his arrival. gage observed every little thing the cook did in front of him, ensuring that he didn’t add anything suspicious on purpose (not that they would, especially with gage staring them down) with the intention to kill them.

soon enough, his eyes caught a bowl of ingredients sole once mentioned that they despised and refused to eat. without a second thought, he spoke for the first time in about fifteen minutes, breaking the unwanted tension in the air.

“don’t put that,” gage nodded at the ingredient that laid near the pot of soup that simmered slowly, “nasty shit in there, got it?”

before the settler could respond in retaliation, gage sent them a sharp glare and tightened his hold on his gun, shutting them up almost instantly out of fear. after all, there was no room for debate in the first place and he definitely wasn’t in the mood to deal with such nonsense.

the voice in the back of his head asked once more, “why are you doing this?”

“i don’t know,” he thinks, trying to push it further away, “i don’t know why.”

-

soon enough, he’s greeted with a carefully wrapped container full of hot soup, a fearful expression plastered on the poor man’s face as he delivered it to the raider with shaky hands. “it’s on the house,” his voice is hushed and wavered as his eyes glued itself to the ground.

without a word, he snatches the soup from his hands and makes his way back to sole, who remained as his sole priority at that very moment. though he hated to admit it, he found himself nearly running back to their home, the voice whispering in the back of his head repeatedly; “let them be okay.”

when he does reach their bedroom, nearly knocking the door down in the process, his heart feels relief for the first time in what seemed like forever upon seeing his partner sleeping peacefully, their breathing finally calming.

he quietly set the soup down on their nightstand and made his way to sole, hesitant to wake them up from their needed rest but did so anyways, knowing that their soup would grow cold. gently, he placed his hand on their arm, shaking them softly as he called out their name.

“boss, get up.” when they don’t respond the first few shakes, he becomes a little more aggressive both out of irritation and worry.

“hey, i said get the fuck up or yer darn soup will get cold, dammit.” whether it was his language or the unnecessary shaking, sole manages to collect whatever energy they had left to open their eyes, a small groan leaving their lips.

he takes a step back to give them space as sole rubs their eyes tiredly, slowly sitting up after a minute or two. through their pounding headache, they try to piece their surroundings together as best as they can and once sole does, they look at gage, who stood their awkwardly by their bedside, staring at them with… an almost worried expression?

as much as sole wanted to question and tease him about it, their aching body told them otherwise and they eventually come to the conclusion that maybe their sickness was making them hallucinate. they think of a million things to say once the situation is processed, but the only thing that comes out of their mouth is a weak calling of his name. “gage?”

it takes him a second to respond as he tries to swallow his concern, keeping his tough facade up as best as he can.

“drink yer soup. it would be a waste of my time if you let it get cold. there’s also medicine on the table, so take it.” for some odd reason, being soft is such a weakness he can’t stand but he can’t help it when it comes to them. however, he tries to cover it up with some excuse like he always does during vulnerable moments such as these, “yer the overboss. getting sick will do nothin’ but waste the time we could’ve spent gettin’ shit done.”

sole knows that he means well, regardless of his harsh tone, so they send him a smile that nearly puts him into cardiac arrest. they manage to form a sentence despite the pain building up in their system. “thank you gage, why did you do all of this? you didn’t have to.”

he fights the flush that’s threatening to paint his face as his hands close and open in anxiousness, feeling ridiculous over the fact that something as small as their stupid smile could leave him speechless. the words get stuck in his throat at first, but he manages to speak regardless of this setback.

“i did it because..” he hesitates for a moment but it’s enough time for him to realize the predicament he trapped himself in as his eyes widen in terror.

“.. i think i’m falling in love with you.” he thinks dreadfully and finally the voice in the back of his head constantly questioning his actions is void completely, leaving him with what he thought would be blissful silence. instead, it is replaced by something he was fearful of — an idea, a word that was almost bitter on his tongue as he tried to process his thoughts.

through gritted teeth, he quickly muttered a half assed explanation;

“… because it’d be nothin’ but trouble to find a replacement. now hurry the fuck up and do what ya gotta do to get better.”

just as quick as those words left his mouth, gage rushed out of the room in absolute shock, leaving a confused sole behind, their head tilted at his strange behavior.

with an overwhelmed mind, gage tried to convince himself once more that he didn’t need love and that he was undeserving of such a tender act like he once did before. only this time around, his words didn’t seem as convincing as it once did and he was left frustrated, his heart beating uncomfortably loud for the first time in his life.

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[imagine-silk]

Fallout 4; Relationship milestones

Deacon saying he loves you

He is a liar but he won't cross certain lines

He didn't tell you those words for a long time

The words got caught in his throat. They burned and he was afraid so he swallowed them

You would notice he had something to say

"Have I told you... about the time I went undercover- " He just couldn't go through with it. Not yet.

Not because they were a lie but because he wanted you to fully believe him

Not to mention he knows the impact it will have on both of you

So he didn't tell you during a fight or when you went out

He tells you when your taking a break in Sanctuary

Completely unsure of himself and awkward

Preston taking a day off

He has survivors guilt, which is why he works so much

So every time you suggest a day off he will almost ignore it

"But the Milliards need their roof fixed and- " He just continues to work, even if you argue against it.

If you end up in a heated argument he will dismiss your concerns by saying he's fine

He works, and works, and works, and works, and then he drops

While helping collect water his body just gives out

When he wakes up he's in bed and you are watching over him

He apologizes and you help him take a few days off, telling him it's okay to

Gage having a argument

He is pretty firm in his loyalty to you

You're the boss and your word is law

So when he told you the person you were dealing with was sketchy and to break off the deal you were surprised

And it was a really big deal so you told him no

To which he insisted. Something he's never done

It turned into a heated argument, he didn't touch you or block you in he just yelled

When you left he didn't follow. And the deal turned out to be a trap

You made it back to base and Gage freaked out. Patching you up.

You apologizes and he starts crying.

"I don't want your sorry. I just want you safe."

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[fallout-drabbles-n-stuff]

I’m really curious. How would romanced companions propose to the sole survivor?

(also I love your blog, I always look forward to seeing your posts on my dashboard one way or another)

(I only did a couple now because the ideas hit me like a freight train when I first read the prompt- if anyone would like additional characters, please do not hesitate to ask)

Danse:

"There's..there's something important I would like to ask you..."

Danse, as terrible as he claims to be with emotions, would be anything but when it comes down to finally popping the question. This is primarily due to him planning the occasion out for weeks in advance, maybe even practicing in the mirror a couple times.

He'd make sure it was a special event, be it that he was still in the brotherhood or not. He'll take you out for whatever crappy wasteland food you want, even if it's something ridiculous like Salisbury steak. After which you may start to notice the unrest he begins to feel, his movements even more stiff- highlighted by his unusually power-armourless body. Eventually he will round the day off by asking you to look up at the wasteland stars with him, taking a couple noticeable deep breaths before he interrupts your tranquil star gazing by whispering your name.

One the few times you've ever seen Danse look fragile is when he finally pushed through his flowery words and asked you the question he had wanted to ask since he realized he loved you. His pretty eyes would be shiny from the happy tears that shamelessly formed whenever you said yes, allowing him to slide a humble metal ring upon your finger.

It was quite possibly the fondest memory Danse has.

Gage:

"Let's do it boss. You and me..we can take the world, together."

Of course, Gage would've had maybe a couple breakdowns when he realized what he wanted to do. It certainly wasn't typical for raiders to get married, then again, his relationship with you was nothing short of extraordinary.

Now, you should already know that Gage isn't the type of man to throw some big extravagant charade to ask for your hand- instead..he'll wait until your position as Overboss is sound. Sort of like..whenever the power was restored to the park. As a matter of fact, he couldn't have thought of a better time to act.

So with crimson flashes of light flaring off in the distance, Gage suddenly clasped your hand in his and gave it a gentle squeeze. It would be a challenge to tear your eyes away from the glory of the fireworks, however seeing the equally as brilliant blush on his freckled face made it bearable.

His lips would form a straight line as he sighed, his one green eye looking you up and down before he finally spoke. If you were to ask him to repeat himself, he'll just chuckle and plainly ask if you were willing to make him "Mr. Overboss".

Maxson:

"Believe me when I say this, (y/n)...you've brought honor upon us all. Through victory or the promise of a brighter future- but now I must confess, nothing would bring me any greater honor than your hand. So, would you maybe be interested in being Sentinel Maxson?"

Arthur was a nervous wreck the entire time. You'd think with the pressure to marry someone looming over his head that this process would be easier- but it wasn't. Perhaps it was because he actually loved you...love always does seem to complicate things. Nonetheless, despite almost puking his guts up from nerves, he formally requested a day of leave for both himself and you.

Once that whole process was finished, he'd take you to the site of your very first "date", Nordhagen Beach.

From the very start you'd probably be able to see something was wrong. His hands were restless, his gaze not able to fixate on you for more than a few minutes..plus he was bright pink from his nose to the tops of his cheeks. In addition to this, each time he tried to speak, his words would come out horribly out of order if not with a shaky voice to boot.

It wasn't until you finally called him out on his peculiar behavior that he realized he needed to act fast. So, trying his very best to will away the gut wrenching anxiety he felt, he'd use his lovely overly formal style of diction to ask you the big question. However seeing as you started giggling the second he said "Sentinel", he thought that somehow he messed everything up and lost his chance...but thankfully, you were quick to kiss his flushed cheek and mutter your affirmation to him.

He didn't even know how to contain himself. He might've briefly felt like he was going to pass out.

Nick:

"Nothing in the whole world would make me happier if you became my permanent partner..(y/n) (l/n), will you marry me?"

Having the memories of a pre-war man, Nick has a very traditional sense of of proposal that you would probably expect. Much like Danse, he'll take you out to eat..only he'll make sure it'll be the nicest place a synth can get into. That and he'll actually trade out his tattered trench coat for a rather dashing suit ensemble.

The whole night would be magical. He'd take you around to look at the flashy lights of Diamond City, maybe go talk some "tasteful trash" about some of the upper stands people. He's game to do whatever you please..however when you get back home to the agency, you'll be faced with your robotic lover going down onto one knee and presenting you with a dainty box- popping it open to reveal a rather pretty ring and he pops the question.

#fallout 4 #fallout #fo4 companions #paladin danse #fallout companions #elder maxson #danse #porter gage #nick valentine #nick #nick x sole #danse x sole #gage x sole #elder maxson x reader

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Welcome to my blog!

This is a multifandom page featuring TLOU, Uncharted, GoT, Star Wars, Fallout, etc.

Please, please be 21+!! Some of my fics are smutty and I don't need any little baby eyes reading such filth tysm!!!

I have several Joel Miller headcanon posts floating around

I also have a Joel x OC fic in the works (here's the chapter master list!)

Here's some filthy Joel x Fem Reader smut

For a little extra spice: some Porter Gage x Sole Survivor smut

SoSu & Danse at Nuka World - potentially a series??

Pls love on me I am doing my best and just want to show my love and appreciation for everything my nerdy little heart enjoys

Message me. I am always online lmao and I would love friends!!

#i want abby and joel to step on me #also oberyn martell #damn im a nerd #joelthedinosaur #welcome post #pinned

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IDW has a slew of great titles on sale this week, and we have your looks at them. Here’s the IDW Publishing Previews for 2-8-2017.

Donald Duck: The Big Sneeze

Writers: Freddy Milton, Flemming Andersen, Mark Shaw, Laura Shaw, Lars Jensen Artists: Freddy Milton, Flemming Andersen, Mark Shaw, Laura Shaw, Lars Jensen Cover Artist: Freddy Milton

Here be dragons! Hold onto your swords and shields… Donald and his naughty nephews are meeting mythic menaces by the megaton! First, set sail for dragon-ravaged Kooka Boola Island, where a fractious Fountain of Youth turns sailors into babies—and Don and the boys into geezers! Next, Donald rejoins the Tamers of Nonhuman Threats to save an airfleet from plane-wrecking gremlins… but can he save his own tail feathers from a crash? Finally, in “The Call of C’rruso,” in the city of Sp’too, deep under the sea, dread Pf’legmwad lies dreaming… until Donald wakes the legendary monster-god up! Collects IDW’s Donald Duck #16–18.

TPB • FC • $12.99 • 124 pages • 6” x 9” • ISBN: 978-1-63140-832-8

Bullet points:

“I could give this comic to any person, be it a grandparent or a playschool kid!” — ComicBuzz

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Duck Avenger #3

Writers: Francesco Artibani, Simone Stenti Artist: Claudio Sciarrone Cover Artist: Stefano Intini

“Shadows on Venus!” Donald Duck likes nobody less than snarky, crooked newsman Angus Fangus—so what to do when the deadly Evronians drag Fangus off into outer space? Celebrate? Or enlist vengeful mercenary Xadhoom to (wak!) bring him back?

FC • 72 pages • $5.99

Bullet points:

Jump on board for more of the new-to-USA Disney epic that fans are talking about—the famous “Duck Avenger New Adventures” (known in Europe as “PKNA”)!

Adapted for our readers by fan favorite Jonathan Gray (Sonic the Hedgehog)!

72 pages of action for just $5.99!

Variant cover by Claudia Sciarrone!

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Judge Dredd: Mega-City Zero, Vol.3 TPB

Writers: Ulises Fariñas & Erick Freitas Artist: Dan McDaid Cover Artist: Ulises Fariñas

Dredd finds himself the only judge in a Mega-City One that he barely recognizes. Joined by a trio of feral girls, he has taken on his most challenging case: to uncover what happened to the city he has sworn to serve and protect. Lolo, Quill, and Dredd are invited into The Refuge, a grammar-obsessed settlement but Dredd uncovers some Dark Judge cultists who have been stealing babies for their experiments into the secrets of The Green. Collects issues #9–12.

TPB • FC • $17.99 • 100 pages • ISBN: 978-1-63140-838-0

Bullet points:

“The whole creative team made a finished product reminiscent of Judge Dredd creators John Wagner and Carlos Ezquerra.” –Big Glasgow Comic

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Mickey Mouse #17

Writers: Andrea “Casty” Castellan, Jonathan Gray, Lars Jensen Artists: Lorenzo Pastrovicchio, Daan Jippes Cover Artist: Giorgio Cavazzano

“Darkenblot,” Part 2 of 3! The futuristic city of Avantgard is slowly falling to the Phantom Blot’s power! Now two-fisted Mickey—framed as a crook himself!—must think fast to outwit rogue robots and save his own skin!

FC • 40 pages • $3.99

Bullet points:

Beloved modern Mickey master Andrea “Casty” Castellan is back—as our pulse-pounding new tale of the Phantom Blot continues!

Continues this beloved series’ legacy numbering at #326!

Variant cover by Marco Gervasio!

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Revolution

Writers: John Barber, Cullen Bunn Artist: Fico Ossio Cover Artist: Tradd Moore

Explosions rip across the Earth—and all signs of blame point to OPTIMUS PRIME and the TRANSFORMERS! G.I. JOE refuses to go quietly—and they assemble heroes big enough to stop the invaders! ACTION MAN and M.A.S.K. fight for humanity—but where do ROM and the MICRONAUTS stand? Celebrating more than a decade of stories by IDW and HASBRO, this unprecedented event draws everything together—and leaves nothing standing. The REVOLUTION is here—TAKE A STAND! Collects Revolution issues #0–5.

TPB • FC • $19.99 • 152 pages • ISBN: 978-1-63140-816-8

Bullet points:

THE REVOLUTION BEGINS!

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Rom Annual 2017

Writer: Chris Ryall & Christos Gage Artist: David Messina Cover Artist: David Messina

On the peaceful planet of Elonia, a surprise attack by the pernicious DIRE WRAITHS leaves the planet and its Solstar Order defense corps reeling… so what can one young explorer named Rom possibly do to help in the face of such savage an attack? Find out here as IDW proudly presents the full, unfettered origin of ROM, first of the Space Knights in a tale told by the series’ ongoing team of Ryall, Gage, and Messina!

FC • 48 pages • $7.99

Bullet points:

The true origin of ROM, greatest of the Space Knights!

Part of IDW’s 2017 Annual Offensive! Over-sized and action-packed key stories in a deluxe format!

By the ROM launch team of Ryall, Gage & Messina!

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Silly Symphonies, Vol. 2: The Complete Disney Classics

Writers: Ted Osborne and Merrill DeMaris Artists: Al Taliaferro, Hank Porter, and Bob Grant Cover Artist: Al Taliaferro

This second of four volumes presents the spectacular Sunday pages from 1935 to 1939, featuring the first comic strip adaptation of a feature-length film—Snow White… the original Donald Duck series, plus the Three Little Pigs (and the Big Bad Wolf, of course), Elmer the Elephant, Pluto, Goofy, and the Three Little Kittens. The artwork for these rare strips has come straight from the Disney vaults, each page meticulously colored using as a guide the original file copies that belonged to Walt Disney himself!

HC • FC • $49.99 • 192 pages • 12” x 8.5” • ISBN: 978-1-63140-804-5

Bullet points:

The Disney films you love, adapted to newspaper comics, and now collected and restored to their full glory!

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Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: Amazing Adventures, Vol. 4

Writers: Matthew K. Manning, Caleb Goellner Artists: Chad Thomas, Buster Moody, Jon Sommariva Cover Artist: Jon Sommariva

Donatello accidentally creates a new water-based mutant in his lab. The aquatic ally seems peaceful enough… until the Drip realizes there’s a lot more water in the world than Don lets on! Collects issues #13–14 and the Carmelo Anthony Special!

TPB • FC • $14.99 • 80 pages • ISBN: 978-1-63140-843-4

Bullet points:

“Fun overall and well worth it for kids and big kids alike…” — Big Glasgow Comics Page

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Transformers: Till All Are One #7

Writer: Mairghread Scott Artist: Sara Pitre-Durocher Cover Artist: Sara Pitre-Durocher

As Windblade and her team fight their way through Elita-1’s Titan, Carcer, they face opposition at every turn to stop them from awakening the sleeping giant… and they soon find out why!

FC • 32 pages • $3.99

Bullet points:

Variant cover by Joana Lafuente!

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The X-Files: Origins

Writers: Jody Houser, Matthew Dow Smith Artists: Corin Howell, Chris Fenoglio Cover Artist: Chris Fenoglio

Before the FBI, before the X-Files, they were just two teenagers in search of the truth. On Martha’s Vineyard, a young Fox Mulder investigates something strange happening on the island, while in San Diego, 13-year-old Dana Scully looks into the shocking murder of her teacher. Two kids, two mysteries, one conspiracy that threatens the future of humanity.

TPB • FC • $19.99 • 140 pages • ISBN: 978-1-63140-845-8

Bullet points:

“A fun, engaging, and well characterised mini-series exploring a whole new angle to the show.” —Flickering Myth

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IDW Publishing Previews for 2-8-2017

IDW has a slew of great titles on sale this week, and we have your looks at them.

IDW Publishing Previews for 2-8-2017 IDW has a slew of great titles on sale this week, and we have your looks at them.

#comic books #comics #IDW Publishing #Preview

[outright-geekery]

IDW has a slew of great titles on sale this week, and we have your looks at them. Here’s the IDW Publishing Previews for 2-8-2017.

Donald Duck: The Big Sneeze

Writers: Freddy Milton, Flemming Andersen, Mark Shaw, Laura Shaw, Lars Jensen Artists: Freddy Milton, Flemming Andersen, Mark Shaw, Laura Shaw, Lars Jensen Cover Artist: Freddy Milton

Here be dragons! Hold onto your swords and shields… Donald and his naughty nephews are meeting mythic menaces by the megaton! First, set sail for dragon-ravaged Kooka Boola Island, where a fractious Fountain of Youth turns sailors into babies—and Don and the boys into geezers! Next, Donald rejoins the Tamers of Nonhuman Threats to save an airfleet from plane-wrecking gremlins… but can he save his own tail feathers from a crash? Finally, in “The Call of C’rruso,” in the city of Sp’too, deep under the sea, dread Pf’legmwad lies dreaming… until Donald wakes the legendary monster-god up! Collects IDW’s Donald Duck #16–18.

TPB • FC • $12.99 • 124 pages • 6” x 9” • ISBN: 978-1-63140-832-8

Bullet points:

“I could give this comic to any person, be it a grandparent or a playschool kid!” — ComicBuzz

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Duck Avenger #3

Writers: Francesco Artibani, Simone Stenti Artist: Claudio Sciarrone Cover Artist: Stefano Intini

“Shadows on Venus!” Donald Duck likes nobody less than snarky, crooked newsman Angus Fangus—so what to do when the deadly Evronians drag Fangus off into outer space? Celebrate? Or enlist vengeful mercenary Xadhoom to (wak!) bring him back?

FC • 72 pages • $5.99

Bullet points:

Jump on board for more of the new-to-USA Disney epic that fans are talking about—the famous “Duck Avenger New Adventures” (known in Europe as “PKNA”)!

Adapted for our readers by fan favorite Jonathan Gray (Sonic the Hedgehog)!

72 pages of action for just $5.99!

Variant cover by Claudia Sciarrone!

#gallery-0-32 { margin: auto; } #gallery-0-32 .gallery-item { float: left; margin-top: 10px; text-align: center; width: 33%; } #gallery-0-32 img { border: 2px solid #cfcfcf; } #gallery-0-32 .gallery-caption { margin-left: 0; } /* see gallery_shortcode() in wp-includes/media.php */

Judge Dredd: Mega-City Zero, Vol.3 TPB

Writers: Ulises Fariñas & Erick Freitas Artist: Dan McDaid Cover Artist: Ulises Fariñas

Dredd finds himself the only judge in a Mega-City One that he barely recognizes. Joined by a trio of feral girls, he has taken on his most challenging case: to uncover what happened to the city he has sworn to serve and protect. Lolo, Quill, and Dredd are invited into The Refuge, a grammar-obsessed settlement but Dredd uncovers some Dark Judge cultists who have been stealing babies for their experiments into the secrets of The Green. Collects issues #9–12.

TPB • FC • $17.99 • 100 pages • ISBN: 978-1-63140-838-0

Bullet points:

“The whole creative team made a finished product reminiscent of Judge Dredd creators John Wagner and Carlos Ezquerra.” –Big Glasgow Comic

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Mickey Mouse #17

Writers: Andrea “Casty” Castellan, Jonathan Gray, Lars Jensen Artists: Lorenzo Pastrovicchio, Daan Jippes Cover Artist: Giorgio Cavazzano

“Darkenblot,” Part 2 of 3! The futuristic city of Avantgard is slowly falling to the Phantom Blot’s power! Now two-fisted Mickey—framed as a crook himself!—must think fast to outwit rogue robots and save his own skin!

FC • 40 pages • $3.99

Bullet points:

Beloved modern Mickey master Andrea “Casty” Castellan is back—as our pulse-pounding new tale of the Phantom Blot continues!

Continues this beloved series’ legacy numbering at #326!

Variant cover by Marco Gervasio!

#gallery-0-34 { margin: auto; } #gallery-0-34 .gallery-item { float: left; margin-top: 10px; text-align: center; width: 33%; } #gallery-0-34 img { border: 2px solid #cfcfcf; } #gallery-0-34 .gallery-caption { margin-left: 0; } /* see gallery_shortcode() in wp-includes/media.php */

Revolution

Writers: John Barber, Cullen Bunn Artist: Fico Ossio Cover Artist: Tradd Moore

Explosions rip across the Earth—and all signs of blame point to OPTIMUS PRIME and the TRANSFORMERS! G.I. JOE refuses to go quietly—and they assemble heroes big enough to stop the invaders! ACTION MAN and M.A.S.K. fight for humanity—but where do ROM and the MICRONAUTS stand? Celebrating more than a decade of stories by IDW and HASBRO, this unprecedented event draws everything together—and leaves nothing standing. The REVOLUTION is here—TAKE A STAND! Collects Revolution issues #0–5.

TPB • FC • $19.99 • 152 pages • ISBN: 978-1-63140-816-8

Bullet points:

THE REVOLUTION BEGINS!

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Rom Annual 2017

Writer: Chris Ryall & Christos Gage Artist: David Messina Cover Artist: David Messina

On the peaceful planet of Elonia, a surprise attack by the pernicious DIRE WRAITHS leaves the planet and its Solstar Order defense corps reeling… so what can one young explorer named Rom possibly do to help in the face of such savage an attack? Find out here as IDW proudly presents the full, unfettered origin of ROM, first of the Space Knights in a tale told by the series’ ongoing team of Ryall, Gage, and Messina!

FC • 48 pages • $7.99

Bullet points:

The true origin of ROM, greatest of the Space Knights!

Part of IDW’s 2017 Annual Offensive! Over-sized and action-packed key stories in a deluxe format!

By the ROM launch team of Ryall, Gage & Messina!

#gallery-0-36 { margin: auto; } #gallery-0-36 .gallery-item { float: left; margin-top: 10px; text-align: center; width: 25%; } #gallery-0-36 img { border: 2px solid #cfcfcf; } #gallery-0-36 .gallery-caption { margin-left: 0; } /* see gallery_shortcode() in wp-includes/media.php */

Silly Symphonies, Vol. 2: The Complete Disney Classics

Writers: Ted Osborne and Merrill DeMaris Artists: Al Taliaferro, Hank Porter, and Bob Grant Cover Artist: Al Taliaferro

This second of four volumes presents the spectacular Sunday pages from 1935 to 1939, featuring the first comic strip adaptation of a feature-length film—Snow White… the original Donald Duck series, plus the Three Little Pigs (and the Big Bad Wolf, of course), Elmer the Elephant, Pluto, Goofy, and the Three Little Kittens. The artwork for these rare strips has come straight from the Disney vaults, each page meticulously colored using as a guide the original file copies that belonged to Walt Disney himself!

HC • FC • $49.99 • 192 pages • 12” x 8.5” • ISBN: 978-1-63140-804-5

Bullet points:

The Disney films you love, adapted to newspaper comics, and now collected and restored to their full glory!

#gallery-0-37 { margin: auto; } #gallery-0-37 .gallery-item { float: left; margin-top: 10px; text-align: center; width: 14%; } #gallery-0-37 img { border: 2px solid #cfcfcf; } #gallery-0-37 .gallery-caption { margin-left: 0; } /* see gallery_shortcode() in wp-includes/media.php */

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: Amazing Adventures, Vol. 4

Writers: Matthew K. Manning, Caleb Goellner Artists: Chad Thomas, Buster Moody, Jon Sommariva Cover Artist: Jon Sommariva

Donatello accidentally creates a new water-based mutant in his lab. The aquatic ally seems peaceful enough… until the Drip realizes there’s a lot more water in the world than Don lets on! Collects issues #13–14 and the Carmelo Anthony Special!

TPB • FC • $14.99 • 80 pages • ISBN: 978-1-63140-843-4

Bullet points:

“Fun overall and well worth it for kids and big kids alike…” — Big Glasgow Comics Page

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Transformers: Till All Are One #7

Writer: Mairghread Scott Artist: Sara Pitre-Durocher Cover Artist: Sara Pitre-Durocher

As Windblade and her team fight their way through Elita-1’s Titan, Carcer, they face opposition at every turn to stop them from awakening the sleeping giant… and they soon find out why!

FC • 32 pages • $3.99

Bullet points:

Variant cover by Joana Lafuente!

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The X-Files: Origins

Writers: Jody Houser, Matthew Dow Smith Artists: Corin Howell, Chris Fenoglio Cover Artist: Chris Fenoglio

Before the FBI, before the X-Files, they were just two teenagers in search of the truth. On Martha’s Vineyard, a young Fox Mulder investigates something strange happening on the island, while in San Diego, 13-year-old Dana Scully looks into the shocking murder of her teacher. Two kids, two mysteries, one conspiracy that threatens the future of humanity.

TPB • FC • $19.99 • 140 pages • ISBN: 978-1-63140-845-8

Bullet points:

“A fun, engaging, and well characterised mini-series exploring a whole new angle to the show.” —Flickering Myth

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IDW Publishing Previews for 2-8-2017 IDW has a slew of great titles on sale this week, and we have your looks at them.

#comic books #comics #IDW Publishing #Preview