Fallout 4: Companions React

Ah, thankies! ^.^ Yeah, I don’t typically favor Japanese games, but I watched a favorite YouTuber of mine live-stream 999 and I absolutely fell in love! The mystery was so good and it kept you guessing right up until the end of the game! Aren’t they doing a remaster of it? I’m pretty sure I’ll buy it on Steam when it comes out ^.^

They had fallen into this quiet routine; Ellie leaves for the day, Nick reads at his desk, and Janaan sits across from him, flipping through today’s edition of Publick Occurrences before playing around with her Pip-Boy. If he still had nerves of flesh, Nick might have fidgeted with the corner of his case file to the point of nuisance. A big order was coming in that day, one that might shake up their routine a little bit. He glanced up at Janaan, wanting to make sure she hadn’t caught onto his nervousness, which she hadn’t. At that moment she was steadily absorbing herself in one of Piper’s articles.

Those features were familiar and comforting to Nick: Thin, defined brows furrowed against dark skin, her warm browns a respite from the dust covered swaths of sheet metal that barely functioned for walls. Little tell-tale signs of stress crinkled at the bridge of her nose and dappled the space beneath her eyes, but despite that, Janaan had held up remarkably well in the wasteland. “You’re made of tough stuff,” Nick once told her. She looked away from him when he did, and Nick could hear a small and bashful huff push through the cloth covering her face. The way she shied away from his compliments juxtaposed so closely to her sizing up a radscorpion instantly endeared Janaan to this old sack of rust and bolts.

Coming back to his sensors, Nick noticed Janaan looking right back at him, and he raised his eyebrows. Caught staring red-handed. She flashed Nick a wry smile, questioning him with her eyes. Nick chuckled awkwardly and set down his case file.

“Sorry sweetheart. Just got distracted by your… uh… paper there. Any new stories I should be aware of?”

Laughing, and not buying it one-bit, Janaan shook her head. “Nothing you don’t already know or that isn’t a conspiracy theory. Piper’s a talented write to be sure, but sometimes she leaves a little something to be desired, or maybe it’s the city that’s lacking.”

“I think I’d lean towards the latter being more true. People here haven’t changed in decades, and believe me, I should know. Been planted here for years, and even the older folks don’t completely trust me. Heh, guess I can’t blame ‘em though, after all the Institute has put the Commonwealth through.”

“I guess that makes me the lucky one then!” Janaan smiled, “Since I have no history with the Institute, I trust you implicitly. Those other people are really missing out, and believe me, I should know.”

They both shared a laugh.

Knock knock.

“Ah,” Nick scooted back his creaking chair. “That must be my order.”

“Order?”

Nick only grinned at Janaan as he passed by her to open the door. She frowned confusedly and followed Nick’s movement’s with her head. Not long after the man at the door finished chatting with the synth, she recognized the soft clinging of caps changing hands before Nick began pulling something bulky into the office.

“A couch? Haha! Nick, where in the world are you going to fit a couch in this closet of a room?” Janaan smiled brightly but plastered her hands against her face. She couldn’t believe Nick right now.

“Hey, watch yourself there! This office is at least a walk-in closet, if not a very nice en suite. And besides, I thought we could use something to make it homier in here. Figure more people will be willing to talk while sitting on something this comfortable. That and,” Nick grunted as he let the couch hit the floor with a clack,” I thought a couch might be more conducive to our daily activities considering how much we read. Speaking of,” he continued as he swiped up the case file from his desk, “come sit here with me, yeah? It’s a nice couch, and infinitely better for your back than that torture device you’re currently occupying.”

Janaan contemplated Nick’s offer while the synth patted the spot beside him. Nick watched her sigh and smile before walking over to the couch and bouncing down on the worn cushion. Without another word, Nick flicked open his folder with one hand and casually wrapped his other arm around Janaan’s shoulders. She stiffened, and Nick’s circuits crackled anxiously all the way down to the last digits on each of his fingers until finally, she relaxed. Content, the woman straightened out her newspaper and picked up right where she left off, as if nothing had bothered their quiet time in the first place.

A blessing: that’s what this woman was to him. Nick always had to marvel at how adaptive Janaan could be, how open to the new she could be. Fresh out of the vault and she’d already taken to ghouls and synths and even to him, the gray, trashed, prototype throwaway.

Nick had traveled with her for months now, and the couch seemed like a natural progression for whatever seemed to be going on between them. We’re they a couple? How could they not be? But on the other hand, how could they? What would a respectable woman want with a bunch of patchworked skin? If he had the capability to sleep, Nick could admit to those questions robbing him of a good night’s rest on most days. And normally, being the upfront guy that he was, Nick would’ve already asked Janaan these questions,

But what if her answers weren’t the ones he wanted to hear?

…

Ah, to hell with it.

And he kissed her on the head. Quick. A peck. Did it even happen? It felt like an eternity had passed without much occurrence, and Nick began to question if he’d only dreamt that he did what he did, what he’d wanted to do for a while now.

Then a cheek suddenly rested against his shoulder. He heard Janaan turn her head into his coat and take in a large breath. Quietly she folded the newspaper and promptly abandoned it to the only vacant spot left on Nick’s new couch in order to free up her arms for Nick. After some wriggling she managed to get comfortably curled up next to the synth, hugging his waist like a teddy bear. Now the whole city seemed quiet. There was none of its typical buzz beyond the front door. It was just him and Janaan in their own little nexus, a warm silence settling over the two like a familiar blanket.

Time passed in peace: treasured peace.

“Hey, Janaan, I… have a question for you, if that’s alright.” Nick said softly.

Janaan grinned into his sleeve. “Go on.” She encouraged.

“Do you… Do you… uh… like the couch?”

She laughed. “I love the couch!”

Nick sighed in relief.

Okay, so first off:

*deep inhale*

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

*deep exhale*

It’s okay anon; I was late to the hype too :p

This blog is still alive, yes, it’s just that I’ve been slammed with a wall of responsibilities for the next two weeks, and it’s hard finding the time to write.

So, what I’m going to try to do is set aside a couple of hours everyday to write, and then the reactions should get posted more often. Sorry I’ve been MIA though :/ Believe me, I wish I wasn’t :p

And I just… I just… AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!

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Welp, here it is! A list of my writings for this blog! Newest works will be at the top of each category, and the list will be updated with each reaction or one-shot that’s posted ^.^

Companions react to...

having a movie night!

finding Sole listening to the ‘Hi Honey’ holotape

walking on thin ice

Sole singing You Are MY Sunshine

Sole getting their voice back

a makeover with Sole

Sole losing their voice

their first kiss with Sole

going on a road trip!

being encouraged to confess to Sole

crushing on Sole and making them laugh

Sole getting sick

kissing Sole

Sole being gravely injured

a shopping cart ride! (aka my most popular reaction)

Sole mumbling the companion’s name in their sleep

having a crush on Sole

Sole finding their childhood home

Sole looking nice for their first date

Sole adopting an orphan

a snow day

Deacon Vignettes 

Sole gets fresh and clean (written for my friend’s blog by me)

Thoughts on Deacon

Deacon and Anna find a jump rope

Sole pecks Deacon on the mouth

Sole brings home an orphan

20!Sole/Deacon

Deacon catches flak for his relationship with Sole

Just For Funsies :3

Trash Jail

No problem friendo! Being clean is what I do!

For this blog I consider nsfw to be about anything concerning sex or nudity. I don’t consider traumatic experiences to be nsfw, but I will tag them for trigger warnings in the following format:

tw: subject

(and I’ll probably put a little warning up at the top too for people who don’t have the blacklist option)

As for touchy subjects that I won’t touch, those will encompass things that I haven’t personally experienced myself, and will need to be evaluated by me on a case by case basis.

2. Their emotional/moral weak spots

As much as X6 loves a good torture session, the super mutants take it a little too far in his opinion. He wouldn’t wish being their prisoner on anyone, not even a Railroad agent. So when he comes across super mutant fortresses, X6 takes the time to… hone his skills, per se. And if a few humans get rescued in the process, well, it’s a happy coincidence he figures. Besides, the Institute is about saving humanity, is it not?

8. Bad memories/experiences

Coursers work alone, but that doesn’t mean their isn’t honor among thieves, so to speak. They have an ongoing friendly competition to see who can retain the most escaped synths; the scores are kept on a white board in the SRB. There was a top dog once, X6 has quite forgotten his designation number, but the memory hurts all the same. He looked up to that courser, aspired to be as prolific as he was. Watching him get retained, it’s an image that will never leave X6’s head.

10. Fears/phobias

In X6’s earliest memories, he remembers waking up, already in full courser attire, standing in the middle of the SRB. The SRB has a free access terminal for the coursers to check and see how many times their intended target has gone rogue, so they can understand the difficulty of their extractions before going in. X6 hasn’t once opened the terminal. He’s afraid of what he might find.

12. Grudges and vendettas

X6 will never forgive the Railroad for destroying his home. His only solace is that at least one of their pathetic “heavies” bit the dust. It takes him close to five years to honestly forgive Sole. They had an excuse; the Institute did kidnap their son. But the synths? The synths were Institute property rebelling against the one’s who created them. Now, because of their little freedom fighting schtick, there won’t be anymore synths ever created, and his kind will eventually die out. He hopes those traitors are happy with the decision they made before meeting a cold, deep grave.

13. What gets them flustered

It takes quite a lot to get this courser flustered. About the only thing that’s ever really gotten to X6 was that one time Sole decided it would be funny to streak through Sanctuary. Really? They’re from before the war, so they should have at least a little common decency.

15. What it takes to make them cry

Damn it. This was his fault. He was a courser, Institute elite as it were. He’d trusted Sole, but he should’ve seen the signs: running off with that sunglasses bastard, taking too much of an interest in the synths to be retained. Disgusting. He’s disgusting. He doesn’t deserve to be called a courser. With the force of all his frustration, X6 punches the side of Sole’s house, and he feels each of his individual knuckles pop out of place. He cries, but not form the pain.

16. Dark secrets/skeletons in the closet

She tricked him, that clever woman: his only “the one that got away” story. She was tenacious, a spitfire, a take-no-prisoners personality. The other coursers at the SRB always gave him hell for losing her, but honestly, it’s nothing to be ashamed about (as much as X6 begs to differ). That woman was one of the best coursers the SRB had ever seen. She was cocky, and for good reason too. Right there at the end, before going awol, she had this peculiar preference; she wanted everyone to call her Glory.

17. Regrets

Sometimes X6 regrets meeting Sole. Sometimes, he regrets being created. With the Institute wiped out, what’s left for him out here but endless days of eating irradiated brahmin meat and pissing in a bucket. Not to mention the lingering smell. He wishes he knew his recall code. He’d reset himself in a heartbeat. Maybe if he didn’t remember the comforts he used to enjoy, the Commonwealth wouldn’t be such a shit place to live in.

18. Things they’ll never admit