#otp: tunnel snakes

[starions]

gigi and butch <333 enemies to friends to lovers to "please don't die i can't bear being on this planet without you on it"

[valen-dreth]

Butch TUNNEL SNAKES RULE DeLoria opinions??

YAAAAAAY BUTCHIE

how I feel about this character

HES MY BEST FRIEND I LOVE THAT GUYYY

all the people I ship romantically with this character

hmmm i really dont have any..... i really do see him more as a lone.. snake

my non-romantic OTP for this character

he and lw are bestiessssss

my unpopular opinion about this character

he should be more pathetic i think. begging u to save his mom was a good start MORE

one thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

would have liked more companion dialogue.... interactions between followers.... let me in the gang im cool now i prommy

[tesvskyrim]

butch: do we need to sit like this

gigi: yes!

[yuusaris]

Tendershipping Week Day 7 - If The Future Is Bright

@tendershippingweek Todays Prompt was - Future.

AO3 link [here]

This isn't my strongest for the week, but it's the second one I ever wrote and I'm facing adult anxieties so it felt good to let them out via one of my OTP's.

If the future is bright

It doesn't shine with that 'end of the tunnel' light

more like a deer in the headlights

sudden red lights

the 'you're dead' lights

as the anglerfish bite

Is this too spicy? Bakura wonders as the curry sauce passes his lips. It’s fine for me, but is he going to-

“I don’t care what he thinks!" Ryou’s voice rises from the other room, hard and tense. "There’s no other reason I can fathom that he wouldn’t.” Ryou sighs, pauses, then continues. “N- yes… No, it’s not. In theory, it’s so when he and his wife come to town, they don’t need to sleep in a hotel, which he does anyway because she doesn’t-” He pauses for a voice Bakura can’t hear. “No, he just never liked Bakura.”

“He doesn’t like how everything’s his fault, so he blames me so he doesn’t blame himself.” Bakura calls into the living room.

Ryou pokes his head into the kitchen when Bakura says that. “Exactly that!” Ryou agrees, then redirects to the phone. “Bakura said - did you hear it?” Another scoff, he presses a button. Bakura hears static through the speaker, murmurings in the background. “Repeat that, Yuugi didn’t hear you.”

“I said he’s a pissant who’d rather think I corrupted you than realize he’s a pissant.” Bakura doesn’t move from the stove, taking a ladle to the curry sauce. He’s interrupted by the beeping rice cooker. He touches a button to keep the rice warm.

“They don’t even use the house,” Ryou takes the empty curry packages with his free hand. “He comes alone and she and her lot haven’t come to Domino in so lo - he said Bakura and I could end our lease to save money, he absolutely would’ve sold - we get our mail delivered here, for goodness sake.”

“No, I get it, I understand how you feel,” Yuugi says over the phone, “if he could let you live alone in an apartment when you were in high school-”

“That’s what I said to him,” Bakura murmurs, as Ryou exclaims “That’s the same thing Bakura said to him!”

“You let Bakura talk to your father?” A more distant voice says. “There’s the problem.”

“Royal peanut gallery can shut his hole.” Ryou gives his arm a harsh tap for that before trashing the wrappers. But he hears the damn Pharaoh’s ‘case in point’ anyway, and at least resigns himself to quietly curse him as he stirs, ladles and pours back into the pot. It runs quicker than he thinks it should.

Atem speaks again, muffled by the distance before he’s beckoned closer. “I said Kaiba had me text Mokuba because he handles the legal department more than Kaiba does, so I did, and Mokuba wants to know, are you two getting a lawyer.”

“This week, likely.” Bakura says, reaching for the -

Right. Ryou tossed the wrapper.

“Tell Mokuba,” Ryou says, “that we started looking as soon as we got the notice to vacate, we’re vetting someone on Monday, and we’ll see if we can afford him.”

“Are you gunna be able to do this and the wedding stuff?”

“Absolutely not, anything ‘wedding’ is delayed indefinitely.” Ryou’s firm, more so than he was when they first got the notice. “We planned for next year, and that’s not happening even if we keep the house. Best case scenario-”

“We wait another… two? Years?” Bakura asks. Did he remember right? They might've said three the other day… he thinks. "Or three?"

“About two or three, yeah,” Ryou switches the phone to his other ear. “And if we lose and need to start renting again, it’ll be even longer.” Ryou says, rubbing his temples. Right, it’s the house or another apartment, and ‘down payments’ and ‘security deposits’ and ‘please let us bring and keep our snake’ deposits, all things Ryou had mentioned before. “None of this was an issue until he heard we got engaged, he’s just doing this-”

“Because you’re engaged, I know.” Yuugi interrupts. “From everything you’ve told me about him, your dad sounds like he doesn’t... he doesn’t want to think you don’t need him,” Bakura nudges Ryou as Yuugi talks, tilts the pot to show him the sauce, “And I think when he sees you with Bakura…” Yuugi trails off, a moment reprieve for Bakura to mouth ‘is that thin?’ Yuugi picks back up, “he remembers he couldn’t catch you when he thought you were falling.”

“So he’s waiting for another fall?” Ryou finishes, watching Bakura ladle again. ‘Little bit’, he mouths back, tapping the sauce with a finger.

“I think he thinks this is another fall,” Yuugi says as Ryou tastes it, mulls it over, then replies ‘cornflour’, pinches two fingers close together, ‘little spicy’. “Everything and anything with Bakura is a fall, and I think it has to do with all the... Ring Spirit stuff - and I’m not saying he’s right,” Yuugi’s voice hardens before either can speak, “-and I’m not trying to convince you guys of anything or put you guys down. I’m saying I think that’s why he fights you, Ryou, tooth and nail, every time, to keep you from totally cutting him off. Like him not being on your college contact list or you leaving the museum-”

“I don’t wanna talk about the museum,” Ryou’s hard words tumble into his own hand. He breathes out, breathes better than he did when the topic last came up.

(Because he loves every artifact, every slab, every world abandoned by time and all the people who were in it. His fathers countless letters drive him mad, but leaving breaks his heart.

“It’s just a job.” He’d said, wet voice teetering on a tightrope only as stable as he could feel - and it was due to go slack. “There’s plenty of museums. I’m fine.”

“Well, I’m making sure you stay that way,” Bakura had snapped, just before Ryou’s father picked up.)

“-or the joint bank account.”

“Thousand yen says he drained that dry when I told him to piss off.” Bakura scoffs, interrupted only by more beeping from the rice cooker. “Ugh, I hear you.” Press another button, keep it warm, grab the flour and -

“Shit!”

-knocks the side of the boiling pot with his arm.

Ryou looks over at Bakura, brow furrowed. “What happened?”

“I’m fine.” He shakes his arm, airs the burn, and when he tastes the sauce after, it’s noticeably blander, not quite right, he added too much. He grabs his own phone to look up a course-correction.

All of his prior searches crop up - they need to call the bank, can’t take the car loan anymore - there will be no dealership visit next week, and there will be no pretty (but used) convertible in the driveway. They still need to look at insurance in case Ryou does leave the museum because he needs his medicine and thinks Bakura might need fucking therapy, no need to search for legal loopholes for-

Bakura pushes his phone away. They hadn’t yet discussed what all this would mean for that off-the-cuff mention of an idea, weeks ago, never touched again.

(“It might be nice someday,” Ryou’d said, “Not anytime soon, but, it’s something I think about.”

“I feel like they wouldn’t think we’re a ‘suitable family environment’.”

“Domino’s a bit particular. We might be able to, with a lot of paperwork and running around.” And Ryou had grabbed Bakura’s phone and just looked, one search, barely fifteen minutes of that whole day. Just a glance at a seed of what’s barely an idea - completely uprooted, regardless.)

Even before, it would’ve taken years to be ready just to apply, much less anything further. Not enough saved, not the right papers, not the right positions, either of them, even if Ryou keeps his job.

The Pharaoh’s telephone game with the Kaiba brothers - notes and mortgages and counsels and judges - is a mess of nonsense in the background. The rice cooker’s going off again, his arm hurts, and the curry’s somehow the blandest it’s ever been even though they must’ve made package-mix curry a dozen times.

It’s fixable. He knows it’s all fixable. That there’s no issue in front of him that there isn’t a solution for. Nothing truly unfixable or overwhelming has happened. He knows this. Stress is nothing he can’t push through. He knows things have been worse. He knows he’s been through worse. He knows he can handle worse.

“Hey.”

There’s a hand on his arm.

Ryou gives him a shake. It lightly dusts the static out of his mind. “I’ve got it from here.”

“It’s almost done.” Bakura doesn’t look.

“Then it’ll be finished quickly.” There’s a hand on his burnt arm that presses something cold to the offended area. “Thank you, it looks fantastic.” Ryou says, tone soft. “You should lay down, take care of your arm - we’ll eat in the bedroom.”

He recognizes this, the gentle handling, as though Bakura’s a time-bomb. “It's packaged curry - I’ll be fine.”

“I’m just making sure you stay that way.” Ryou turns Bakura towards him as he speaks, pressing close with a kiss. Ryou’s phone is on the counter. Bakura’s screen hasn’t gone dark yet.

Bakura cups a hand to Ryou’s cheek, presses closer to his body, to his mouth. The severing of his focus from the tension-spiral he’d been teetering towards works, shoulders relaxing, especially as Ryou’s hand slid up his forearm.

The kiss breaks as softly as it started, warm breath against his nose and mouth and foreheads pressed together. “We’ve got 80 days to vacate,” Bakura says, as Ryou hands him the ice for his arm.

“We’ve also got a delicious curry and rice. And soon, we’ll have a nice movie, in our nice bed, and several hours not to talk about any of this, anymore, no matter what, until Monday.” Ryou pats his cheek at every pause.

After a moment of silence, Bakura murmurs, “I really liked that car.”

Ruou sniffs, smiles somberly. “I really liked that museum.”

“Then stay at the-”

“After all this?” Ryou asks, incredulously. Before Bakura can offer to correct the behavior, Ryou says. “All the apologies in the world aren’t worth entertaining the idea of working for my father again.” Ryou leans in for one more kiss, strokes Bakura’s cheek with his thumb. “Get some petroleum jelly and a band-aid, go lay down, pop a movie on. I’ll bring dinner when it’s done.” He turns Bakura aside, taking his place by the stove.

With his position lost, the battle’s already over. Bakura retreats, slowly and backwards, towards the bedroom. “I added too much flour, it’s crap.” He says.

“I’ll figure it out.” Ryou smiles. “Always do.”

Bakura stops. He watches Ryou turn back around, taste the curry again, hears light humming in thought. The ice on his arm is cold, and real - so are the plastic tiles under his feet. He’s in the archway between their kitchen and their living room, a home he hasn’t had in three thousand years. Everything else is hypothetical.

“Always do.” he repeats.

[courier-sux]

challenge for that, all fo4 companions!

i actually got two asks requesting this, so i’m gonna break it up between them! to make things more condensed, i narrowed it down to just the base game human/synth companions — also cutting the otp+notp questions because i tend to gravitate towards sole/character ships and i don’t really have any strict notps for them! 

aaand all of the romanceable companions are playersexual so a lot of these are gonna be bi/pan. that being said, here’s almost all of the fo4 companions, part 1 (minus deacon, he’s over here): 

Cait

1: sexuality headcanon

bi w/ a preference for ladies

2: brotp

i want to see her and hancock have a drinking contest, and i want her to drink him under the table

3: first headcanon that pops into my head

she actually gets help beyond a magical device in a vault that erases addiction 😔

4: favorite line from this character

“Ask me to salute and all you’ll be seein’ is my middle finger.”

5: one way in which I relate to this character

had to toughen up at a young age,,

6: thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character

genuinely says arse, shite, etc

7: cinnamon roll or problematic fave?

somewhat problematic fave

Curie

1: sexuality headcanon

bi!

2: brotp

while looking at her wiki page i saw she has 11 intelligence, and now i just kinda want her and arcade to be research buddies

3: first headcanon that pops into my head

i tend to think of her as short, like 5′4″

4: favorite line from this character

“What a contradiction a human is. To be lacking in so many capabilities, but being blessed with such a tapestry of emotions.”

5: one way in which I relate to this character

huge nerds, the two of us

6: thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character

fun mom energy....

7: cinnamon roll or problematic fave?

as cinnamon roll as it gets folks

danse, hancock, and maccready under the cut!

Danse

1: sexuality headcanon

bi, maybe not super comfy with it at first

2: brotp

him and scribe haylen... the brotherhood doesn’t deserve those two

3: first headcanon that pops into my head

minuteman danse!! honestly i just want him to progress as a character after blind betrayal bc fo4 didn’t do him justice

4: favorite line from this character (sorry it’s sad)

“I started out as nothing, and I’ve ended up as nothing... and I don’t know what the hell to do about it.”

5: one way in which I relate to this character

neither of us have any idea how to respond to flirtation

6: thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character

see #5

7: cinnamon roll or problematic fave?

problematic fave turned cinnamon roll

Hancock

1: sexuality headcanon

pan!

2: brotp

him, fahrenheit, magnolia, and maccready. goodneighbor squad

3: first headcanon that pops into my head

scarily good at knife-throwing

4: favorite line from this character

“Plenty of folks wanna make life hard for people just tryin’ to survive. I’m not willing to stand for that kinda shit.”

5: one way in which I relate to this character

fuck corrupt politicians, all my homies hate corrupt politicians

6: thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character

the guy wears john hancock’s clothes, and don’t get me wrong he makes it work, but. still.

7: cinnamon roll or problematic fave?

sinnamon roll

MacCready

1: sexuality headcanon

biiii

2: brotp

him and the lone wanderer!! also hancock as noted above

3: first headcanon that pops into my head

the lone wanderer is looking after duncan while mac is in the commonwealth :)

4: favorite line from this character

“Tunnel snakes rule! *laughs* Sorry, I heard that a long time ago.”

5: one way in which I relate to this character

looks like/pretends to be a badass but is actually a big softy

6: thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character

i don’t like thinking about the mutfruit line ok

7: cinnamon roll or problematic fave?

cinnamon roll that acts like a problematic fave

part 2 is over here!

send me a character and i’ll answer these

[headcanonsforcompanions]

if you’re still doing the character meme, can you do butch from fo3??

Me? Do another one for Butch? Fiiiine... (I’m joking, I love Butch, of course I’ll do one for him c:  )

favorite thing about them - He’s a dork, and he thinks he a tough guy but is such a wimp

least favorite thing about them - He was bully

favorite line - Besides “Tunnel Snakes rule!”,  “I heard there were dragons out here… you ever seen one?”

brOTP - Butch and Charon (they’re friends, fight me)

OTP - none

nOTP - Uhhh, don’t think I have one

random headcanon - Butch’s dream is to fix up a car and drive it across the wasteland.

unpopular opinion - While I still ship Lone and Butch, the whole “dating my bully” scene is a bit weird.

song i associate with them - “Vault 101″ by Kirby Krackle 

[vitosscaletta]

fallout 3 :)

THANK U SEXIE!!! 💕💕💕💕

otpLW/Amata, LW/Butch (yeah basic but it’s cute so)… also LW/Sarah is cute i guess!!

favourite canon pairingnone idc about canon/canon. I guess James and Catherine have rights

worst pairing everLOL.. LW/Colonel Autumn 🤢🤢🤢 the dude is older than their dad and also evil stop being freaksALSO apparently LW/Burke is a thing…. why lmao (I’ve also seen LW/Wally Mack once?? why dude he’s the worst of the tunnel snakes)

guilty pleasure pairingLW/Burke but only in a way where they flirt with him once in that megaton quest and receive money from him but he doesn’t get anything back 💅

a pairing you want to see moreI can’t think of any?? 

that pairing everyone likes but you’re like “lol no”LW/Charon… how old is he anyway :/

favorite non-romantic pairLW/amata mayhaps??

[higharollakockamamie]

mgs for that fandom asks thing!

All riiiight, let’s do this!

How I entered/learned about the said game/show/movie/etc of that fandom

So back in the day when it first came out, MGS was HUGE. Totally unavoidable, on all the best game of the year lists, one of the biggest titles for the console, all that jazz. At the time my gaming interests were intense but very narrow. I’d barely give time of day to anything that wasn’t an RPG. On top of that, I was a contrary dumbass who got hype aversion something fierce, and the funny thing is, for as omnipresent as it was, you could know of it without actually knowing anything about it, so, honest to god, I thought it was some grey dull Tom Clancy-esque straight-faced military thing. So I was really, really slow to give it a chance. 

And then I was in a duct and a guy was calling to talk to me about field mice, and I got the feeling I had been very wrong.

Fave character

Ahh, that’s hard! Liquid’s up there, and so’s Kaz, and Otacon, and random weirdos like The Pain, and Cecile for the total lack of fucks she gives, but it may have to be good old Solid. Can I count the twin Snakes together?

Least fave character

There’s no really horrible ones, but there’s ones like the Beauties who had a lot of potential that never really went anywhere, or Grey Fox, who just isn’t very interesting no matter how the games try. I’m never able to scare up any interest in childhood friend/old buddy characters, because it always feels like it’s assumed we care about them because we’ve been informed we’re supposed to. It doesn’t really work to try to make the audience care when all the reasons the other character cares are offscreen in backstory. Anyway that’s what the cyborg ninja has in common with Gale from the Hunger Games. 

Oh, and Skullface, who was a hodgepodge of okay ideas with some really, really terrible ones. I may have shot him while yelling “TO THE HELL FOR MEDIOCRE ANTAGONISTS!” 

OTP(s)

Snake/Otacon’s the classic, but I also love VKaz, and really I’ll read just about anything.

Pairing that everyone likes but I don’t get

BB/V, maybe? Though I’m not sure how popular that is. It’s hard to find a way to get them together in the same place, or even thinking about each other, without demystifying it or defusing the cool parts of them being a double of each other, or making V weaker and less interesting than he really is. I sure can’t think of any, though I’ve been tempted to give it a shot just for experiment’s sake. 

Fave thing about the fandom

That it’s still going, for one thing! You can pachinko the series to death, Konami, but you can’t get rid of us! Also I love when people get weird and creative with the material, like with how ridiculously great Yellowcake is. 

The most despised thing

Alt-right types with MGS icons. Come on, man, how do you miss the point that hard? 

If there is something I would change from said game/show/movie/etc., what would it be.

Besides, you know, letting MGSV be finished and not hurriedly welded together in a dark tunnel somewhere, for as much as I love Liquid, even if Kingdom of the Flies had made it in (which I’m honestly glad it didn’t), Eli’s role really didn’t add enough to V to be worth the weird mangling of backstory and all the retconning it took to put him in. 

Also, either let Quiet and the other Skull snipers dress less stupid, or make the male Skulls dress more stupid. These half measures are bullshit!

Thank you for the ask!

[britishsass]

slams fist into my leg DISTRACTING KISS ANY OTP, OR UNBREAKABLE KISS MARK/ENIS

HECK YEAH I WANT THE UNBREAKABLE ONE KILLING ME WITH CUTE VAMPIRE/HUNTER SMOOCHES HERE 

7. Unbreakable Kiss - The type of kiss that really shouldn’t be happening, it’s a mistake, but you just can’t find yourself able to pull away.

File under: Mark’s an idiot about love, Enis’s magical kazoo-summoning magic, Mark’s magical hair being dyed in the blood of enemies because I loved the red hair, giant worm-like monsters aren’t smart usually I don’t think, and Mark and Enis getting separated from Dodger by monsters.

“Hurry up, idiot!” Mark called over his shoulder, still running as fast as he could. Dodger had already “Parkour!”-ed her way out of the tunnel they had traipsed into, but Enis was stumbling, tripping, falling.

Mark turned around, grabbing Enis by the arm, and started to roughly pull the poor vampire along, disregarding any cares for Enis’s shoulder that he had. After all, losing an arm was something Enis could fix in seconds. Losing his head was something that not only would take a few days, but would be extremely gross to look at in the meantime. 

Even the thought of Enis’s body trailing after them without a head was enough to make Mark want to throw up.

“Wall!” Enis cried out, snapping Mark out of his thoughts just in time to veer to the left, dragging Enis along into a small offshoot of the tunnels. He slid into a small alcove, Enis scambling in after him, as the monster–A giant snake this time, why was everything bad bigger?–lunged at them, smashing into the entrance of their little alcove.

Enis yelped, grabbing onto Mark, but Mark shook him off. “Guess we’re stuck here then. Hmph.”

“W-where’s Dodger?”

That split. The one way led out. Other led here.

“She got out. We’re stuck for now.”

“B-but she doesn’t have the supplies, won’t she be in trouble?” Enis’s voice shook with a bit of fear. Mark rolled his eyes. 

“She’s been through more than you’ve ever seen in however many years you’ve been alive. Trust me. She’ll be fine. Probably would manage to smash someone’s skull if they even tried to hurt her, anyways.” Mark shrugged, and leaned against the wall. “So we’re stuck here. You and me. Get comfortable; we’re stuck ‘til the coast is clear.”

Enis paused, then sat down next to Mark, opening the supply bag and reaching for the book that rested on top. Well-worn leather binding answered him as he pulled it out, fingering through the old, yellowed pages once again before placing his finger on a specific, somehow more messy sheet of paper.

A spell he had used before.

“What’s that for?” Mark asked, his curiosity getting the better of his pride. Enis turned to him, a large grin on his face. 

Fangs. Mark had almost forgotten that Enis wasn’t human. Even through all his thoughts of stabbing the guy, the reminders of Enis being a blood-sucking monster were scarce and far between. He was the most humane, most kind, most…. irritatingly… perfect guy.

“It’s for getting a specific item.” Enis hummed a tune, said a few words, and did a little spin, but in just a few moves a “Pop” answered his efforts, and he cheered.

“What… Oh no.” Mark groaned. “Hand over the kazoo, Enis. We do NOT need to attract more tro-” He froze in the midst of talking. “Nevermind. I just got an idea. Play the kazoo. Play it loud. Let’s get them to fight each other.” He grinned. “That thing’s bound to got enemies near. Let’s go for it.”

Five minutes, a kazoo solo, and a lot of running later, Mark and Enis were free. Mark’s plan hadn’t worked as well as he had hoped, but at least Enis no longer had the kazoo, and they were out.

The wind sent shivers up Mark’s spine, brushing through the shock of bright red hair he still had, throwing Enis’s hair into his ivy colored eyes as Mark watched him, making sure that he was okay before he even dared to check himself over.

“…Hah… Hah… We…” Enis panted, leaning over to breathe. “We lived…”

Mark grabbed Enis by the shoulders, bringing him upright, and looked at him. “You–” he started to say, but gave up on the words his breathless voice couldn’t say, instead dropping his hands to Enis’s waist, pulling him in, pressing his lips to the lips of that vampire.

Enis seized up immediately, as if he was nervous or surprised, but in just a fraction of a second he relaxed, wrapping his arms around Mark’s neck. Mark hardly noticed, focused on the feel of Enis at first– The chapped lips, the smooth vest he wore, the feeling that he was wound up too tightly, about to spring into action the instant that Mark let go.

He didn’t want to let go.

He wanted to hold on.

Yet he couldn’t hold on long enough.

Enis drew back first, taking a long, shuddering breath. “Mark… I… I… You…?”

“…That was an accident. Yeah. Just… Just excitement. Yeah.”

Enis gave him a look, then laughed. “Okay, if you say so, Mark!” He ruffled Mark’s hair, just as Dodger would have if she was there, and let go of him, Mark dropping his arms.

I just kissed him.

He’s so happy.

…I guess…

Maybe…

I love him…?

[bladeoffrontiers]

MacCready for the ask meme?

Got MacCready three times! You were the first. 

Why I like them: He’s a nerdy, snarky, angsty sniper. What’s not to love?

Why I don’t: Probably back when he called me a Mungo.

Favorite scene: When he gets emotional in the abandoned nursery. Right in the feels.

Favorite line: I’ve been asked this before so I’m gonna pick a new one because I love the canon implications “Tunnel snakes rule! Sorry, I heard that a long time ago.” 

Favorite outfit: His coat when it does the flowy thing.

Otp:  Sole/MacCready for life. 

Brotp:  MacCready/Sole, MacCready/Hancock, and MacCready/Strong

Head Canon: When he reaches to grab Sole’s hand checks their pulse to make sure they are still there alive with him.

Unpopular opinion: Mac’s mouth is fine the way it is.

A wish: That someone makes a mod where we can call him a Mungo over and over.

An oh-god-please-dont-ever-happen: NOTHING CAN EVER HAPPEN TO DUNCAN OKAY. He won’t be able to take it.

5 words to best describe them: neeeeeeerd, smartass, adorable, bravado, and sad

My nickname for them: Mungo, Nerd husband, Trash of my life

[starions]

*blows the dust off this one* a butch x lw oneshot i wrote when i was fifteen, starring my lone wanderer gigi halloway. enjoy

Gigi wrinkled her nose as she stepped over the dead raider. His blood pooled under her boots and she dragged them along the old, shag carpet to clean them off. One hundred caps to clean this abandoned townhouse of raiders and they got to keep the spoils? Good enough for her. Butch, though, would not stop complaining about it.

“I still think we shoulda asked for more caps,” Butch mumbled, putting his gun back in his holster.

Gigi sighed, and knelt down to loot the raider. She couldn’t help but to notice how young the dead man was; her and Butch’s age tops. She frowned, and brought out a cap stash hidden in his pocket. “See? This job basically pays for itself. And if we sell some weapons and armor, then it will be worthwhile. I’m not sure why you’re complaining. Go loot that girl over there.”

Butch glared at the redhead, but did as he was told. “Can’t we just, I don’t know, find caps anotha way?”

Gigi wiped blood off on her jeans, standing up. “Like what Butch? Cutting hair?”

Scoffing, Butch finished looting the raider, producing nothing but a few bobby pins and some shotgun shells. He never liked that he got hairdresser on the G.O.A.T, just like Gigi didn’t like getting Pip-Boy repair girl. Jesus, Pip-Boy repair. Why would she ever want to do that? She was lucky Mr. Brotch changed it for her, she was much happier working with her dad in his clinic.

Just the thought of her dad made Gigi’s brow furrow and heart twist.

“You okay?” Butch asked, stuffing the bobby pins in his pocket.

Nodding, Gigi turned her heal, facing away from Butch. This was not the time to cry about her dad. Shaking it off, Gigi continued looking for supplies.

The two found nothing more in the living room, except maybe a few good food items and a spare bottle cap hidden under a rug. This townhouse had two more bedrooms, though, and Gigi and Butch couldn’t risk leaving anything valuable out of their hands. They entered the first bedroom, which was obviously used for more than sleep, judging by the smell and the old condom wrappers on the floor. Worn down posters of nearly nude girls plastered the walls, and chems were everywhere. It was fucking disgusting in there.

“Jesus!” Butch muttered, pulling his white undershirt up to cover his nose. Gigi coughed into her elbow, stepping over stains on the carpet. “You ain’t going in there,” Butch said, pulling on her arm.

“I’m not going to touch anything Butch, lighten up. It is just… so gross.” Gigi couldn’t help but to gag, and she stepped back. Butch still held her by the elbow, and the two were touching back-to-back now.

“Remember what Mr. Brotch taught us in sex-ed? About… fluids?” Butch said the last word with disgust, and Gigi snorted.

“I can’t believe you remember anything about that class, Butch, I thought you were too busy thinking about dicks and tits.” She shook loose of his grip and tiptoed in the room. Making sure to avoid touching anything nasty, she pulled open a dresser. Gigi raised her eyebrows. “There are a lot of condoms in here. Jesus Christ what the fuck was this place?”

“Raiders, man,” Butch said, hesitantly following Gigi’s lead. “They’re fucking disgusting.”

Gigi opened a few more dressers, not finding anything worthwhile. She considered stashing some chems to sell, but decided against it. Once people around here catch word you’re dealing, they won’t leave you alone.

She did, however, stash some condoms. Not to use herself, but, you know in case. With who? She didn’t know. Definitely not Butch. That thought almost made her laugh aloud. Though, he was nicer to her now out of the vault. Both of them were the only thing left of the vault. Maybe it wouldn’t be too bad… they were already stuck with each other.

Gigi shook the thought out of her head, glaring at the poster of a topless girl in front of her. What in God’s name was she thinking just now? Fuck. She stood there, drumming her fingers on the dresser, admiring the crudely drawn penis pointing to the mouth of the girl on the poster, when Butch piped up.

“Hey Gee?” Her head snapped behind her, and she noticed how red in the face Butch was all of the sudden. “You a virgin?”

The sound that came out of Gigi’s mouth was a mixture of a laugh and a gasp. Why would he ask that in the middle of a dirty sex pit? “I don’t think that’s any of your business.”

“Right,” Butch muttered. “Forget I said anything.”

Gigi turned around, facing the poster again. Truth be told, she wasn’t. Two weeks after the G.O.A.T she had fucked Freddie Gomez because he got trash burner as his job. It didn’t mean anything; he was sad, and Gigi had just come to the revelation that she’d have to lose her virginity to someone in the vault. She’d rather it be Freddie than that asshole Wally Mack, or Butch for that matter.

Gigi faced Butch again, who was fiddling with his Pip-Boy. “Are you?” Gigi asked, suddenly curious.

Butch head jolted up, and he glared at her. “You can’t ask me that when you ignored it when I asked!”

She grinned, amused by his answer. “I’ll tell you if you tell me.”

“You go first.”

“Fine,” Gigi said, stepping over a particularly large stain to inspect the night table. “I’m not a virgin.”

“You’re full of shit,” Butch said, crossing his arms. Gigi looked at him from across the bed and shrugged. “For real? You really fucked some rando out in the wastes?”

“I never said I lost my virginity in the wasteland.”

Butch’s mouth fell open, his eyes wide. “No way you slept with someone from the vault. He would have told me.”

Gigi grinned, pulling a box of stimpacks out of the nightstand. What was the use for them in this setting? Shrugging, she put them in her bag. “I told him not to tell anyone, especially you,” she paused, “considering the fact he was a Tunnel Snake.” Or, trying to join Butch’s gang, for that matter.

“You ain’t gonna tell me, is that it?” Butch narrowed his eyes, wanting more information.

“I’ll tell you once you tell me if you’re a virgin or not.”

Butch pressed his lips together, and avoided eye contact. Finally, he spoke up. “I’m no virgin; what I look like? Some loser?”

Gigi crossed her arms and leaned against the nightstand. “Oh really? Who is the lucky lady who was Butchie-boy’s first?”

Butch paused for a second, and then said: “Susie Mack.”

“No way,” Gigi said, giggling. “Wally wouldn’t let Susie touch you with a ten foot pole.”

“You don’t believe me? Me and Susie did it. Lotsa times.” Gigi saw through his facade, but she gave him the benefit of the doubt.

“Whatever you say, stud.”

“Oh yeah? And who was your first, Goody?” Butch said, using the only nickname Gigi didn’t mind. It originally was Goody-goody, but it managed to get to just Goody. Sadly, it’s lost its meaning out in the Wastes.

Gigi swung her bag over her shoulder, hearing the rough leather collide with the barbed baseball bat strapped to her back. She walked out of the room as Butch followed. “Freddie Gomez.”

Butch stopped in his tracks. “Bullshit! Freddie would have totally told me. He would have done anything to get with the Snakes.”

“And I told Freddie that if he told anyone I’d break his nose. You weren’t the only one he was scared of,” Gigi said, going into the next bedroom. It was much cleaner, and much nicer than the one before.

Butch furrowed his brow. Noticing the semi-clean mattress, he plopped down on it. “Freddie? What was so good about Freddie?” He almost whispered.

Gigi cocked her head to the side. “Well, he was nice to me for one. And it wasn’t like I was in love with him or anything. He was upset after the G.O.A.T so I decided to cheer him up.”

Butch propped his head on his hand, looking at Gigi with an emotion in his eyes Gigi couldn’t place. “So you just gave away your virginity, like that?”

“Back then I decided that I’d rather lose my virginity quickly than wait until I was assigned a husband. Like I said, Freddie was nice to me. Now I know that virginity is just a concept and it doesn’t matter,” Gigi said as she opened the two door closet.

Butch muttered something under his breath, and began fiddling with his Pip-Boy again.

Finding nothing in the closet, Gigi turned around, walking to the dresser. Gigi knew something was wrong when Butch didn’t even talk for a straight two minutes. Looking at him, Gigi noted that he looked a bit sad. A million thoughts ran through Gigi’s mind at once. Why in the wastes was he sad? He was sad that she slept was Freddie Gomez? She had told him it was nothing, for God’s sake. Gigi crossed her arms, letting her wait fall onto her left leg.

“Are you upset with me or something?”

Butch grumbled, turning his head to look out the dirty window.

“Because I fucked Freddie Gomez?”

Butch’s frown deepened. “No,” he said quietly. “You didn’t want me to be your assigned husband?”

Gigi couldn’t help but laugh. Her smile son faltered when she realized Butch wasn’t joking. “Are you serious?” She asked. “Did you block out our entire vault life? You treated me like shit.” Gigi paused, her eyes bouncing around the room, anything to avoid eye contact with him. “We treated each other like shit.” A sigh slipped out of her mouth as she remembered all the things she said about Butch and his alcoholic mother.

Butch grinned, his previous sad exterior melting away. “Yeah, you did treat me like shit Goody; almost like you were in love with me or something.”

A glare appeared on her face, but she still couldn’t help the growing on her face. “Gross, asshole. Let’s get out of here, this place smells like ass.”

Butch pushed himself off the bed, a cloud of dust filling the air as he does so. “Lead the way.”

[starions]

bibi prompts... *fucking dies*

[starions]

22, 28, 32, 36, 38, 39, 47, 48 all for gigi 🤔🤔🤔

22. If your OC has scars, where are they and how did they get them?

Gigi has various scars scattered over her body since she's been wandering the Wasteland. When she lived in the Vault, she never really gained scars. She gained a small one on her upper arm after tripping in the Vault and cutting herself in the common room, however.

28. Would your OC ever torture someone?

Never. Gigi can't see the gain for it, be it for information or for someone's sick sadist needs.

32. What is a justification your OC uses for their bad choices that they don’t really believe themselves?

Gigi doesn't mind stealing or even killing those with evil alignments. The Wasteland is already a fucked up place, getting rid of one evil person makes it better in her eyes.

36. Would your OC get married? If so, what would the ceremony be like? Big or small? Traditional or not?

She would. She always took what her father said about her mother to heart, and views marriage as a commitment to the one you love. Her wedding wouldn't need to be flashy; just her and her lover there to make vows to each other.

Though her and Butch never get formally married until years after they begin their romantic relationship, they consider themselves almost-married due to their commitment toward each other.

38. How would your OC handle someone blatantly flirting with their partner right in front of them?

Gigi would just be annoyed; no confrontation, just arms crossed and a glare as sharp as a knife. Thankfully, this usually stops the person from flirting with Butch.

39. What is your OC’s favorite non-sexual place to touch their partner? (ie: hands, cheek, leg, etc…)

Hand holding! Gigi is always touching Butch's hands; it seems her own always gravitates toward his.

47. What is your OC’s favorite romantic gesture to give or receive?

Not necessarily romantic, but even pre-relationship Gigi found tending to Butch's wounds to be intimate. There is something vulnerable about it to her, and God knows Butch has always been injuring himself in someway to receive Gigi's aid.

48. Describe a simple, seemingly insignificant moment where your OC is reminded of just how much they love their partner.

Butch's job as a barber in the Vault means that he's always cutting Gigi's hair in the Wastes. Gigi doesn't mind it, in fact, she welcomes it; she likes to peer from beneath her bangs at his face as he works. His brows are furrowed, his lips pursed, and he is so meticulous to make sure he gets the job done right. It's insignificant to anyone but herself, but she loves seeing him in his element.

ask meme!

[tesvskyrim]

god why is charli xcx’s new mixtape about gigi and butch

[valen-dreth]

Butch DeLoria for the character thing?

- favorite thing about them:

god everything.  he’s a big nerd who i love.

- least favorite thing about them:

dies rlly easily.. im afraid to take him as a companion on console

- favorite line

“im gonna barber the HELL outta your hair”

- brOTP:

butch/lw tbh,, i imagine my lw gets along rlly well with him despite everything

- OTP:

also… butch/lw…

- nOTP:

dont think i have one for him???  idk

- random headcanon:

he thinks its kinda cool that the lw has assassins after them

- unpopular opinion:

he could have been more developed??  more prominent in the main story?? idk

- song i associate with them:

the fuckin Tunnel Snakes Rule remix

- favorite picture of them:

style

[valen-dreth]

Butch deloria

why i like them - whoa boy,,, he’s a giant dork that tries to act cool, he loves his mama, hes just kind of a rlly goofy character?? he thinks there are dragons in the wasteland i mean cmon

why i don’t - dies too easily tbh

favorite episode (scene if movie) - again wh

favorite season/movie - NA

favorite line - gotta go with any of his tunnel snakes lines tbh

otp - butch/just being happy and independent

brotp - butch and the lw i just,, i love it

head canon - he has a really dorky laugh

unpopular opinion - he stole snowflakes job??? literally??