rocky mate fine as HELL, statement

project hail mary pilled 18 he/him

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i really love that project hail mary and iron lung (and subsequently bloodymary) really drew the comic artists form the woodwork. whether you were a comic artist before, or started comics for this, it doesnt matter. know that i am making out sloppy style with all your art <3

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I don’t usually request fics, but I’ve had this idea in mind for a while.

Grace with a very serious, strict teacher, maybe he teaches math? Not many people like him, students or faculty, but he’s always been fairly sweet with Grace. He just kinda saw how dorky Grace was and immediately latched onto that. I don’t really have a proper idea for plot, but maybe just a random day with the two.

Also either no astrophage or pre-astrophage au :)

Last Friday Night (Ryland Grace x Male Reader)

Summary: Movie night with Ryland.

Words: 2407

A/N: Thank you so much for the request, I had loads of fun writing!! I'm sorry it's so late, in honour of the end of exams, my mum surprised me with a trip to go visit family and I forgot to bring my laptop, but I hope you enjoy!! I'm also dedicating more time to writing, so hopefully I'll be getting stuff out more regularly now. Also my first proper kiss scene, so if anyone has advice, I'd love it :)

“Okay,” You sigh, dragging your hands over your face from your seat behind your desk. This lesson was dragging longer than any other you could remember teaching. Thankfully, your reputation for being somewhat strict preceded you, meaning that all thirty pairs of little eyes were watching you, making your job easier. “Can someone please tell me what Newton’s third law is?”

At your question, about five hands rose. As you corrected your posture, you pointed at a girl you couldn’t quite remember the name of.

“Every action has an equal and opposite reaction” she offered with a small, thin smile. You had to supress your own smile at that; at least someone was listening.

“That’s right,” was all you managed to say in response before the bell unceremoniously cut you off. The shuffle of children attempting to pack up ceased with a single stern look from you. “Hey, hey, hey, don’t pack up quite yet. I need you guys to copy down notes from this last slide, then you can go.”

A gaggle of groans rose throughout the room, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. It would take them all of a minute if they didn’t complain, but they insisted on it.

“It’s going to take longer if you moan about it,” you told them, and true to form, as soon as you’d finished, the students who’d gotten on with it began trailing out of your classroom with small, mumbled goodbyes. You knew you weren’t popular as a teacher, probably a bit too stern, strict and serious, but you got the job done. Students got their grades, you got paid and went home satisfied, exhausted as it left you, knowing that they had a promising future.

You glanced towards the last student meandering slowly out of your classroom, and after muttering a final goodbye, you laid your face into your hands and took a proper breath for what felt like the first time that day. You remained in that position at your desk for a while, though how long exactly, you couldn’t quite tell, before a warm voice met your ears.

“Hey there, Loverboy. Long day, huh?”

It was Ryland. As you looked towards him at the door, an exhausted smile broke out on your face, which he took as a sign to walk towards you, stopping just short of your desk. He looked unfairly good right now after a full day of teaching, with perfectly tousled hair, semi-unbuttoned shirt and a boyish smile to match.

“You can say that again,” you sighed, smirking a little as you stood up, slung your bag over your shoulder and held your hand out to let him lead you out of the school. “You want to get out of here?”

There was a small second of silence following his very enthusiastic nod before Ryland’s voice filled the air once more, rambling away as you moved through the empty corridors. Your arms swung slightly between you.

“Do you want to come back to mine tonight? I saw you drive in, so maybe I could leave my bike here, and you could take me to come get it tomorrow? And it is a Friday…”

From the corner of your eye, you can see him turn to face you with a look of mild anxiety, just like the first time he asked you to spend his weekly Friday-night-movie-night with him all those months ago. It made you smile once more; the way that you still seemed to make him nervous was somewhat … cute.

“I’d love to. And yeah, of course I can take you to pick up the Grace-mobile tomorrow.”

--

The conversation continued in the same way – domestic, yet still thrilling, as though this was the first time you were planning this sort of thing – as you made your way to your car. Ryland’s jovial nature was quickly rubbing off on you, and – admittedly – so was his handsome face, so by the time you’d reached your car, you’d left yourself no choice but to take his face in your hands and press a soft kiss to his lips.

“What was that for?” he asked, grinning slightly as you pulled away and dropped your hands back into your pockets to fish out your car keys.

“I’ve got to have a reason to kiss my boyfriend now?” You responded affectionately through a self-assured smirk. “Get in the car, Grace, Friday night isn’t going to enjoy itself.”

“You don’t have to tell me twice. I’m already dreaming of the possibilities for the take-out tonight. Chinese, pizza, burgers absolutely dripping in grease, the list goes on, really.”

“You’re choosing some shitty take-out instead of something both healthier, and cheaper, that I could cook for us?” You’d finally settled yourself in your seat, and as had Ryland, but the look he gave you for suggesting anything other than the typical Friday night greasefest was thunderous. It gave you no choice but to double down on it as you pulled away. “I’ve been planning to cook tonight at mine, the difference in kitchens doesn’t phase me.”

“Don’t you even joke about cooking, that take-out’s happening.” He protested as your hand, currently unoccupied by the gear stick, found his upper thigh.

“Oh, I’m not joking. Thinking of making… ooh, maybe stir fry-” A groan came from next to you, and you had to stifle a laugh to continue poking fun at him “- maybe some sort of salad- “

“No!” He groaned once more.

“With brown rice, maybe,” You took your eyes off the road to get a clear idea of what your needling was doing to him. At the sight of him obviously agitated, eyes wide and lips barely parted, you couldn’t help but to let a loud bark of laughter leave your lips as you refocused yourself on the road.

“You’re playing with me!” he exclaimed.

“Not at all, why would I do that?”

“Because you secretly hate me.”

“Yep, you’ve got me there. I’ve been secretly planning your demise through healthy eating for weeks.”

“Are you calling me fat?”

“M-hm.”

A while passed for which you both said nothing, but the smiles remaining on your faces revealed the true comfort between the two of you. Ryland was the next to speak as you pulled into a parking space not far from his apartment.

“So, burgers tonight?”

“Pizza?”

“Done.”

Before you could even reach the handle of your door, Ryland was standing before you, door open and hand outstretched. You took it gladly once more, and refused to let it go until you’d both reached his door, and that was only because he needed both of his to search his bag  - and yours, for some reason - for his currently misplaced keys. Due to the sudden good mood that had overtaken you since you left school, you decided to latch onto him from behind, your head buried in the crook of his neck and arms firmly planted around his middle.

He smelled just as he always did, you realised, of fresh laundry. You tightened your grip around him, pulling him towards you, which made him laugh slightly.

“You alright, baby? You’re not usually clingy like this.” He barely gave you a second to answer before resuming his rambling. “Not that it’s not absolutely welcome, because, don’t get me wrong, this is nice, great even, it’s just, not quite you…”

“’M okay,” You hummed into his neck “Just been a long day at the end of a long week. Love those kids, but, god, are they exhausting sometimes.”

“Yeah, I get what you mean. Teaching: a noble but exhausting profession.” He replied, then resumed once more after a beat of comfortable silence “You know, if you waited one more minute for me to find these darn keys, I could get in on this hugging action too. Which, you know, would be preferable for me.”

“Hurry up then. This isn’t a me problem, I’m more than comfortable over here.”

“There you are again. My grumpy, snappy, strict boyfriend is back.”

“Shut up. Get your keys already.” You demanded, though your harsh commands were delivered through a soft smile, still pressed into his neck.

“Bossy,” was whispered from Ryland’s mouth, but as soon as the words fell form his lips, you heard the keys jingle in the lock and the door swing open – your signal to detach.

You drew back up to your full height before Ryland turned back to face you. You ran your eyes over his face, taking him in like you always did. His expression was different to the one he regarded you with at work, where anything more than heavily guarded affection was an invitation for middle schoolers’ gossip. Here, however, his soft eyes were fixated on you, and the edges of his mouth were slightly upturned. You were slightly embarrassed to admit that he still gave you butterflies, even after this long. He reached out his hands for what definitely wasn’t the last time tonight and, as soon as you placed your palms in his, he dragged you through the doorway with him. Once you’d both reached the centre of his cosy living room, he tugged you towards him as your lips met once again.

Almost like a reflex, your hands settled on his waist just as his found the back of your neck, toying with the fine hairs at your hairline there. You angled you head slightly, allowing him to deepen the kiss. At this, it felt like time slowed down and the entire scope of your reality narrowed so that the only thing that you could focus on was the feeling of your lips against his.

You let out a small sigh, and he took that as an invitation to tentatively slip his tongue between your lips, exploring your mouth with a ferocious enthusiasm; the same way he completed any task set before him. With no warning, one of Ryland’s hands slipped from its place on your neck to the waistband of your trousers. His fingers started toying with the hem of your shirt. Fuck, he’s good at this.

His slender fingers had just started tracing circles on your hip when the door slammed shut behind you, pulling you both out of your trance. Your faces were only a few inches away from each other before you started giggling like children and turned to face the now shut door.

“I forgot that was still open,” you observed. “Might want to get that locked before we forget that too.”

“Hey, don’t bring me into this. I’m the biggest fan of door-locking you’ll find. And shutting the door too, I guess. You do need one to happen for the other to be possible. I only start forgetting to lock-”

“Or shut” Ryland rested his head on your shoulder, still facing the offending door. The look that he gave you from his new position at this was murderous.

“Fine. Or shut. Whatever it is you usually do to a door, I’m saying that you’re the reason I forget to do it. I’m not like this on nights you don’t stay over.”

“Sure you’re not. Go lock it then, and I’ll get the takeout.” The way he looked at you at the mere suggestion that you had to end your physical contact, even for a moment, was murderous. You had to give him a firm shove where your hand was still resting on his hip to get him to actually move away. While he reluctantly crossed the room, you spun on your heel to find the menus that you knew he had stacked away in a drawer somewhere.

--

Choosing a movie was proving to be torturous. You wanted nothing more than to kick back with a cheesy horror that was more laughable than scary, whereas Ryland was arguing in favour of some sci-fi rubbish that you’d watched twice in the last year. Plus, he got to choose last week, so that meant double points for you.

You were both sat on his comfortably worn-down sofa about half an hour later with an incredibly hot pizza sitting on the table in front of you, only waiting for you both to finish your bickering. You were facing each other, knees pressed against the others’, arms resting on the back, though yours was on top of his, rubbing assuring patterns into his bicep.

“Ryland, dude, baby, one horror movie, especially for your boyfriend, who you love very much, is not going to hurt you” you pleaded.

“Yeah, but I think you’re forgetting what that last one did to me. Remember, I had to stay ‘round yours for a week because I didn’t want to be alone, then Mrs Smith started gossiping about us because I turned up in one of your jumpers one day?”

“Okay, three things about that. Number One: it’s not going to change my mind; I like having you in my bed. Number Two: Miss Smith gossiping and you wearing my jumper was your own fault. Number Three: I’m going to put this movie on whether you like it or not.”

His stubborn gaze met yours, probably trying to get you to back down based on sure eye-power alone, but you weren’t budging this time. You’d fell to his puppy-dog stare and… whatever this was one too many times.

“Fine. But we’re watching my thing tomorrow morning.” Oh, he was not pleased. With those words, he’d almost fully pulled away from you and was sat facing the TV with his arms crossed like a petulant child.

“You bet. Ryland, you are not going to regret this.” You leaned forward to place a hand on the back of his head, turning his face towards you and placing a quick peck to his pouting lips. Leaning back, you grabbed a slice of pizza from the open box and sat back next to him, bumping your knee with his. “I love you, baby.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever, so do I, just put the freaking movie on already.”

--

The end of the night found you both fast asleep with the movie was still playing. Ryland had moved so that his head was resting against the arm of the sofa, lips pressed into and his hands tangled in your hair. Your hands had settled either side of his ribcage, pressed firmly into his skin.

The movie played on, ignorant of the two sleeping bodies no longer paying attention.

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ive just finished all of my exams, so ive got so much time on my hands to write, but ZERO ideas. any requests at all are welcome and appreciated until i can find some ideas of my own!

id mainly prefer to write for a male reader, but id love to write for gender neutral reader and any ships too!

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The First Night is Always the Hardest (Ryland Grace x gn!reader)

SUMMARY: Ryland isn't dealing well with the adjustment to living in space. You try to help the only way you can

TAGS: References to panic attacks, very slight mention of reader being military before phm, pre-relationship, fluff (does it count if they're not together yet?)

WORD COUNT: 955

A/N: This may be the only thing I'm able to get out for the next few weeks, because I'm finishing up exams, but I hope this satiates everyone in the market for anything but grae x fem reader. I hope you guys enjoy, and for those who replied to my last post, I hope this lives up to expectations!

First nights in a new bed had always been hard for you, even before hurtling through space as the pilot of a suicide mission. Whether it was the first night back home visiting your parents or the first night at a new base, worrying about whatever fate was awaiting you in the form of your new CO, a new bed meant a sleepless night.

But this was… different, to say the least - the first night of the rest of your life on the Hail Mary. You’d clambered into your bed not long after Olesya’s make-shift funeral; the grief of burying one of your closest friends had left you without the capacity for any emotion apart from the overbearing exhaustion currently weighing you down. Tonight was likely the only inaugural night in a new place where you should be able to pass out before your head hit the pillow.

However, trying to sleep in space was a stark contrast to the pleasure of burying yourself under the mountains of blankets like you did at home, and not just due to the excess gravity. The mattress was far too thin, the air was far too cold, and the sounds rattling around you were far too loud for any semblance of comfort. And that’s discounting the incessant, heavy breathing coming from the biologist-shaped lump in the closest corner of the dormitory: Dr Ryland Grace. He was affectionately known by the crew exclusively for his occasional unbearable awkwardness, easy-going personality and impressive intellect. Decidedly not his deafening breathing, which you now wish you’d known about before coercing him to join the mission. Maybe you’d have tried to persuade Stratt to find another science officer if you did – purely for the chance at having a good night’s sleep.

After another drawn out stretch of suffering at Ryland’s lung’s hands, you decided enough was enough. You had to do something if you wanted to remain somewhat sane tomorrow.

“GRACE!” You whisper-shouted at the pile of blankets you assumed was the microbiologist. “Will you PLEASE shut up? I can’t hear myself think, dude.”

As he turned to face you in the dimly lit room, you expected to see a potentially groggy face, maybe a spot of mussed up hair, but instead you were greeted by tear tracks and shaking hands. Oh, shit. He was not acclimating well to space, probably due to the amnesia that he was currently suffering from. You had a choice before you: do you got to sleep and appreciate the silence finally afforded to you, or do you help your friend? Reluctantly, you supposed you should choose the obvious option and opened your mouth to speak.

“Are you okay, Grace?” you asked, slowly shuffling to the foot of your bed, beckoning him to come over to your bed, which you were now sat on the end of, feet brushing the cold, steel floors. If you were going to make the sacrifice to help him, he could at least meet you halfway, or all the way, you supposed. As he tentatively stood up and tentatively inched across the room to join you, you reached out your hand towards him, before gently laying your palm on his forearm. “If you were so panicked about something, why didn’t you talk to me about it?”

At this, his gaze shifted from where it was trained on the floor to your face, very briefly scanning your featured before retreating to the floor.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know what to say.” He whispered. His voice was still a little gravelly from disuse. You liked it; it suited him somewhat. “This whole ‘being in space’ thing is really freaking me out.”

Another beat.

“Too loud.”

You smiled slightly at that. Too damn right. The noise was the one thing that hours of training and simulators never trained you for. You let your hand fall from his arm, grazing his bare skin as you did so. He’s so warm, you noted.

“I could say the exact same thing.” Both of you huffed a quiet laugh as you scooted backwards to make some room for him on the bed. There was one last moment of awkward silence before you spoke again “Do you want to stay here with me tonight? Might be easier for you to sleep if I’m closer. I know it would work for me if I were you.”

His body accepted before he could, slumping down next to you on the bed, though his back was the only part of his body that faced you. Not that you cared, it was a very good back, but he couldn’t sleep like this if he’d decided to accept your offer. He seemed more closed off and quiet than you’d ever seen him, even during long days pre-launch. This was really getting to him, you thought.

Your hand had reached his shoulder before you realised it – almost as if you were drawn to him. His only reaction to the touch was to turn his head and look into your eyes. Properly, this time, not like the fleeting glance over your features like before.

“You can lie down if you want. It’s definitely going to be easier sleeping that way than if you’re sitting up like you are now. Come on, I don’t bite” You stuck what you hoped was an endearing smile onto the end of your request, in hope that he’d be more inclined to acquiesce.

It must have worked wonders, for as soon as you laid back onto your pillow, a heavy head fell onto your shoulder, and a warm body wasn’t too much farther away.

Maybe nights on the Hail Mary wouldn’t be too bad, if you had Ryland to share them with.

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there's been a dreadful LACK of ryland grace x male!reader or gn!reader on here, and I'm gonna try become the change I want to see in the world. If I started to post anything I write, would people be interested in reading it?

EDIT: since loads of people are still seeing this, just wanted to say my first fic is posted!

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Fallout questionnaire.

okay, so i'm doing my epq (basically a really long essay for my a levels) on Fallout, and how effective is it as anti-war media, and I would really appreciate it if people could fill it out :)

also i'm thinking of making a comeback if people want to let me know what type of stuff you want to see.

[kiri-chu]

There literally isn't enough vaultknight content / art, and it saddens me :^( I know one of the big reasons why there isn't content (ray/cism), and it is gross.

Like, I don't mind ghoulcy art / content, but I don't ship them romantically. I see them more as found family.

[nukacourier]

googles how to make delicious fallout fanart that gets tons of traction like other fallout bloggers no borax no glue

[writebythecside]

Now That's What I Call Fallout Textposts: The Ghoul Special Edition

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songs in my playlist in think fallout companions would like (4 and a few from nv)

sorry i havent posted in agrs, i downloaded new vegas

FALLOUT 4

CAIT: paranoid - black sabbath

CURIE: army dreamers - kate bush

CODSWORTH: love of my life - queen

DANSE: twist and shout - the beatles

DEACON: moonage daydream - david bowie

HANCOCK: girls, girls, girls - motely crue

MACCREADY: dazed and confused - led zeppelin

NICK: people are strange - the doors

PIPER: like real people do - hozier

PRESTON: seaside rendezvous- queen

STRONG: the handler - muse

FALLOUT: NEW VEGAS

ARCADE: i want the one i cant have - the smiths

BOONE: all things end- hozier

CASS: stone cold crazy - queen

some of these might be a bit out of character lmao, but obviously my music tase is really not what dome of these people would listen to. and obviously i had to put my faves mac and led zeppelin together.

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Romanced companions reacting to Sole saying ‘i wish we could stay here forever’

sorry i haven’t posted much recently, i’m in the middle of exams and havent had buch motication to do anything. put it under cause its so long. ANYWAY, hope you all enjoy :)

CAIT: They were both sitting next to each other, on the roof of one of the houses in sanctuary. The sun was sinking below the horizon; oranges and pinks sailing across the twighlight sky. The bottles in their hands clinked against each other as Sole moved in closer to her.

This was as good as it was ever going to get, Sole realised, the residual warmth from the setting sun calming the two beyond anything either had experienced in the Commonwealth.

´You know, I wish we could stay here forever,’ Sole murmured, moving even closer into their girlfriend, resting their head on her soldier.

Cait turned to look at Sole, almost in disbelief that someone like Sole could ever love her. The more she thought about it, the more she started to agree with her partner. This was the happiest she had been in a while.

´Yeah,’ was the reply, ‘Me too.’

CURIE: Curie was working on some experiment or other, like usual; Sole watching from the other side of the room. Equipment that Sole had scavenged for their partner was strewn across the table, and Curie hadn’t looked at Sole in a good half an hour. She hadn’t said anything in even longer.

Sole was surprisingly okay with it. It meant that they could work on plans for The Castle’s new artillery defences that they had been meaning to get done for ages.

It struck them then that this was what they loved most about being with Curie: the way they were able to do their own things in complete, yet comfortable silence.

It was quite daunting to break that silence, but a whisper of ‘I could stay like this forever,’ was all that was needed for Curie to break into a smile.

‘Yes, I think so too.’

DANSE: Danse and Sole were having a slow afternoon, one of the first that Danse has had. The pair were working on their power armour, so Danse couldn’t complain.

It was a relatively cool day, but the nature of the work they were doing meant they were both getting hot and sweaty. Sole was haphazardly covering the armour peices with a new lick of paint, and Danse was adding some extra modifications to his.

They stayed there working in comfortable silence, until the Sole was finished. Looking over at their boyfriend, Sole realised that they could spend all their days like this. Screw the brotherhood, screw the stupid Minutemen for all they care, this was all they needed.

Their feet started moving before they knew it, and suddenly they were behind Danse, their arms wrapped around their his sturdy frame.

‘I could stay like this forever,’ they said into his neck.

Danse turned around in Sole’s grasp, and captured their lips in a kiss.

‘I think I could too’ he said with a smile.

HANCOCK: Hancock was sprawled out on his favourite sofa in the statehouse, still spaced out with the high that was lingering from hours earlier. Sole was next to him, curled under his arm, even higher than their partner - if that was possible.

Jet inhalers were strewn across the table across from the pair. Ever since Hancock and Sole had first confessed their feelings, they had been passing their days much like this.

Sole lifted their head from Hancock’s shoulder, and settled themself onto his lap. The world started to spin; Sole buried himself into their boyfriend. His torso was sturdy, and arms began to snake themselves around Sole’s torso, holding them close.

A murmur escaped Sole’s mouth, losing itself in Hancock’s old coat.

‘What’s that?’ he asked, curiosity taking over.

‘I could stay like this forever,’ was the reply.

A smile broke istelf over the ghoul’s face.

‘We can do that quite easily, sweetheart.’

MACCREADY: The sun was setting over the commonwealth, sending pastels rippling over the sky. MacCready and Sole had just settled themselves down for rhe night; a small fire burning in front of the pair, cooking their food for the night.

Sole glanced over at the man on the opposite side of the fire. Busy working on cleaning his rifle, the fire lit up MacCready’s face in warm orange hues that practically made Sole melt.

Without warning, Sole stood up and moved himself next to their boyfriend. Mac looked up at Sole, the fire reflecting in his eyes turning the steely blue irises to flickering reds.

Mac brought his hand up to Sole’s cheek before kissing them softly. He turned back to the fire, but not before putting his arm around Sole and bringing them closer.

There was a few minutes of comfortable silence before Sole whispered: ‘I could stay like this forever’.

MacCready only smiled, seemingly very impressed with himself.

PIPER: The pair were sat in comfortable silence in the Publick Occurrances office. Piper was working on her newest article, resulting in a few questions every so often, like ‘How do you spell amnesiac?’ or ‘What does garish mean?’

Sole was working on some plans for the Minutemen, something that Preston had asked them to do far too long ago, when they realised that this was the happiest they had been since they left the vault. Living here in Diamond City wasn’t as safe Sanctuary pre-war, but it was pretty much made up for due to the intrepid reporter sat on the other side of the table.

Sole stood up to move behind Piper, and slink their arms around her from behind.

The words ‘I could stay like this forever,’ were whispered into the back of Piper’s neck.

‘We can give it a damn good shot, Blue’ replied Piper, a smile breaking out over her face.

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reblog if yes man is YOUR best friend

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would people be interested if i startes uploading some companions/ss oneshots here?

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Voting ended onJun 3, 2024

[dykedvonte]

Hancock: Mama Murphy this jet be straight bussin' fr fr no cap

Mama Murphy, not understanding a damn thing he said: Thank you sir, I love when you visit Mayor Hancock

[kombatmutt]

being killed by some protectron cunt in fallout bc I was too busy checking out MacCready's ass w a sniper rifle is definitely the best way I've died so far lmfao

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Fallout 4 companions as things me and my friends have said

CAIT: ‘i’m kinda the alpha’

CURIE: ‘i could’ve caught that bird’

CODSWORTH: ‘i’m a happy chappy with a 3d printed dragon’

DANSE: ‘its okay, he’s not a pervert, he’s just racist’

DEACON: ‘he had so much adhd, he forgot he had it’

HANCOCK: ‘i don’t need clothes if i had you’

MACCREADY: ‘i’d die by shark or black hole. i’m still choosing’

NICK: ‘testicular manslaughter’

PIPER: ‘ the birds are government spies’

PRESTON: ‘i ate my frosties very angrily this morning’

im not going to say how many of these are just by me. also fun fact: hancock’s one was said by my best friend (a lesbian) to me (a guy)