Hi, FWMGP here. Iâve loved the fallout series since its debut, and I think itâs time I put my skills to work. I canât guarantee Iâll be able to write everyone requests, but Iâll sure try. No Smut (for now) but slight spice is all good. Ageless blogs please leave, 17+ only.
Characters
â¨My favesâ¨
Show
Chet đđ
Lucy đĽşđĽşđđ
Maximus âď¸đĄď¸
Thaddeus đ¤´
Norm đžđ
Game
Travis miles (Love him) đĽşâ¤ď¸â¤ď¸
Nick Valentine đ¤đľď¸â¤ď¸
Preston Garvey đ¤
Piper đ
Benny Gecko đŞđŞđŤ
đď¸other charactersđď¸
Cooper Howard
The ghoul
The raiders
The brotherhood of steel
Moldaver
Siggi witzig
Steph
Barb
Handy
Potentially other characters( put in request)
Readers
Only x readers, but poly including reader is ok.
Any kind of reader, please put preference in ask, specifics are ok. Donât be afraid to ask. I write MxM FxF MxF etc, but Iâm best at Female and male as-well as female and female.
Rules
No gross stuff
No incest
No generally upsetting kinks
No under age
Absolutely no bestiality
Dub con in certain places is ok, but no non-con.
Current requests
In progress:
Fallout Max x reader
Next:
Chet x reader getting married
Chet fluff headcannons
Ghoul!Thaddeus x reader
Done:
Norm x unenthusiastic reader
Chet x fem reader
Please ignore any grammar mistakes, I have shaky hands.
No warnings, fluff, gender of reader not specified. Very minor angst.
Vault-Dweller reader
Oh, my, god. He is obsessed with you.
Chet never gets bored of spending time, with you. You can spend every single day together and never fight.
He will do absolutely anything with you, movies? You get to pick. Food? Of course! Do you want to make something together or go by the cafeteria? You want to go investigate the horrors of the vault together? He might cry, but he is not going to let you go alone.
He loves making food for you. After a long day of work, youâll come home to see him in a pink strawberry apron. Happily stirring away at a much-too-large bowl of BlamCo Mac-N-Cheese. Or youâll walk in on him baking a massive batch of cookies for you.
Chet really doesnât care what people think he should be doing. He loves you, and heâll do anything to see you happy.
When he gets transferred to another job after letting Lucy out, he is super bummed.
PLEASE rub his back, sit with him, watch movies with him. Your very presence makes him feel better.
he still shaken from the raider attack. He might wake up in the night. Only to find your comforting presence next to him. Hold his hand, he wonât tell you, but your hand in his keeps all the bad thoughts away.
Wassup Guys! FWMGP here. Sorry for my recent absence, and that this is so short, Iâve been doing finals. Expect more soon⌠please request!
nice to meet you FWMGP! could i request a norm x reader where they form a relationship after bonding over both "lacking enthusiasm" for vault life? i like the idea of him bonding with someone else by rolling their eyes at the same stuff
Just posted your request! Tysm for asking. Live laugh love norm. If there is anything you would like me to add or change please let me know.
Fluff, nervous reader, no gender specified. Vault doesnât open, Norm steals your private property (accidentally
Everyday was the same in the vault. Every morning, wake up, breakfast, exercise, study, chores, listen to weirdos spout about positivity all day, eat again, go to bed. Itâs not even the people that really got on your nerves, they could be as happy as the want to be. Itâs the fact that they wouldnât stop talking about that made your blood boil. You even agreed with some of it, but did everyone really have to be so exhaustingly enthusiastic all. The. Time? No, and in a perfect world, you could live your boring life, mind your own Buisness, and be left alone. Truly, you simply didnât see the reason for being so persistent about everything, we live in an underground vault in the apocalypse for gods sake.
You thought you would have to live your entire life surrounded by people you couldnât stand. So, you never made an effort to meet people. Itâs pretty easy to keep to yourself when you follow the exact same routine everyday. Just waiting out the day so you could have some time to yourself. Play on your Pip-Boy, read a book for the millionth time, maybe do some art or write in your diary. Which is why when some jerk in the hallways bumped into you on your way back home from your post, you were pretty miffed. The electricity overview papers you had in your hands, and the papers for your most recent job report, all ready to be dropped off in the overseers office were out of their neat pile, and now strewn across the floor. You REALLY did not have the energy for this.
As you turned your accusatory stare to the little punk who tripped you, you were surprised to see Norm, the overseers son. You had never talked to him, interacted with him, or even got a good look at him. You only knew who he was from the mandatory, positivity vault meetings. He was small, with a thin frame, prominent nose, nice hair and annoyingly pretty eyes- wait, what the hell were you thinking, youâd never even met the guy, surly he was just like his goody two shoes sister. But you were still staring, and he was starring back through tired, half lidded eyes. You saw that he had also lost some papers in the fall, now lying on the floor next to you.
You jump up and dust off you suit. You mumbled quickly
âsorry, excuse meâ
Expecting nothing more than an annoying, long winded interaction, involving but a wide smile, cheery voice and obnoxious apology. Norm just stood up, dusted himself off as well, muttered a half hearted, brief apology, grabbed his papers, and walked in the other direction. You were shocked, you had never had a conversation so brief. Despite the bad terms, you were thankful not to be monaloged at for thirty minutes. You picked up your papers, reorginized them into a messy pile, dropped them off and headed back home.
You hardly slept that night, despite your great desire to do so. Your brief run in with Norm played over and over in your mind. Before you knew it, it was morning, and your moderately tolerable schedule had been thrown off completely, you got up, ate breakfast, showered, then exercised- then you went to answer your door, and- before you knew it, right in front of you, was Norm McLean. In your stunned silence, you were suddenly incredibly aware of your heavy purple eye bags, your ratty hair, and your unbrushed teeth, as well as that you had been staring at the man infront of you in complete silence for nearly fourty seconds. Norm was giving you a sceptial look. As your brain regained function, and your hands stopped fidgeting stupidly at your side, you saw a small set of papers in his hands. Before you could start to roil in the embarrassment of seemingly the only tolerable man in the vault seeing and reading your job reports, he spoke.
âYou dropped these, picked them up on accidentâ Norm said flatly.
âSorry, thanks for bringing them back I guess.â You yelped meekly, furiously trying to subdue the extremely non-characteristic butterflies in your stomach. In an attempt to deescalate your emotions, you began closing your door. That is, before he spoke up.
âUnenthusiastic performance in all areas, huh? Canât say I havenât been there. I think Iâve always been there, actually.â Norm spoke with great undetstanding, and if you thought about it, you could swear you heard gratitude in his voice.
âYeah, no matter where they put me I always get the same report. Electricity isnât as bad, less people bothering you.â Norm smiled at your reply, suddenly attentive to the conversation.
âWell, I thought there was nobody I could stand in this vault, guess I was wrong.â He gestured to the inside of your room, âmind if I come in?â
Suddenly, your world was on fire, everything collapsing around you. You nodded, probably too excitedly.
The two of you spent the entire rest of the day together, talking about annoying people in the vault, the McLeanâs, your life, his. You played some video games together, and then read in a comfortable silence. For the first time in forever, you were enjoying the company of your peers. You completed your day together, both equally unenthusiastic. but, having each others company somehow made everything easier.
The next day, the two of you did the same thing, and then the next, and for the week, and a month, and before you knew it. You had spent a year together. Not before long did you admit to having feelings for one another. And after a couple years of dating, the two of you were set to be married. The two of you, alone in a vault of over 100. Unenthusiastic together.
