Day 10 -- Curie
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Sensory Deprivation with Curie x g/n Sole
Yay, it's Curie's turn! This was nice to write, since she didn't get a space in last year's kinktober, and I just... I mean it's Curie, what's not to love?
I hope you all like it! 😁
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Included: Sensory Deprivation, tickling, blindfolds, restraints, safewords, enthusiastic consent, (light) whipping, little bit of degradation, threats (during roleplay), orgasm control/denial, aftercare.
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“It is so soft!” Curie exclaimed, a smile lighting up her half-covered expression as Sole’s fingers left her. “You said zhis was meant to be intense, but I find it quite comfortable so far.”
“Well, it’s not supposed to hurt.” Curie could feel the way Sole’s fingers tightened the silky fabric winding over her wrists. “Not unless you want it to, that is.”
A shiver ran up the synth’s spine as Sole’s voice appeared close to her, as their breath tickled over her ear.
“M-maybe not just yet.” She laughed nervously as her eyes blinked beneath the soft blindfold.
“Of course. Starting off easy, love.”
Their hands smoothed down Curie’s bare sides, and her wrists jerked against the soft restraints holding them to the bed's headboard.
“Oh! Yes, I… Yes, that is a good idea, I think.”
“You remember our ‘stop’ word?” Sole’s voice took on a new quality, more serious, and they paused their movements over Curie’s body.
“Oui. Yes, I do, my love.” She nodded to them, feeling her chest heat at the sentiment.
It felt… strange– lovely, yes-- but strange to have someone fawn over her, to care about her comfort, her limits, her point of view. Especially in these contexts.
If zhe old Curie could see me now…
She smiled lightly at the thought, and Sole must’ve seen that as the ‘go ahead,’ for soon enough, Curie felt another soft tug at the restraints tying her to the bed, this time around her secured ankles.
“Good. Bien.” They said to her, and then their touch vanished.
Silence followed, even the sounds of the night were muted, as the room was closed, sealed and darkened to her senses. The blindfold muffled her hearing somewhat, as well as kept her vision shrouded in black, so as Sole moved around the room– maybe even left the room?-- Curie was completely at their mercy, and completely ignorant as to what was to come.
That thought caused something to spark within her, to flutter with nerves, but also boil with anticipation.
By the time Sole made their presence known, Curie was breathing hard, feeling the tug of the ribbons fastened over her skin with each intake of breath. She shuddered as something cold ran up the outside of her leg, from ankle through to upper thigh in one unbroken swipe.
Metal? No, not cold enough, not as hard… Leather?
Oh, could they be using that popular… cravache? Would they?
She wasn’t opposed to it, she’d once, early on in their relationship, told her dear partner she wanted to try everything with them. Any experience that was authentic and human, anything that allowed her to explore her new body, their thought processes, to feel the way she never had the chance to before…
But even so, if we’re starting slow, well, this isn’t slow, is it? Could Sole think that it is?
If that’s what they consider light and easy, zhen what possibly is to come?
The pressure was gone just as quickly as it appeared, and Curie felt her heartbeat pick up, almost pre-anticipating a lay of the switch upon her. She felt her leg flinch at the thought, felt her lips tug down in a frown without her conscious command to do so.
“Shhh…”
Curie’s face jerked away at the feel of Sole’s breath upon the exposed skin of her jaw.
“Allow yourself to relax, amore.” They adopted her pet name for emphasis, and the synth felt another light brush over her skin. This time over the uncovered part of her face, this time warm, soft.
Them. Their fingers.
Curie released a heavy breath, something still so relieving to her in a way that she could never seem to explain in her documentation of human feelings and experiences. Something about the intentional exhale of air in a way so similar to how it’s done every time, but still, so vastly different, it was so calming, so unburdening, so… well, relaxing.
“Good, baby. I’m not going to hurt you.”
A light kiss pressed on her cheek, and Curie found herself leaning into the contact with an appreciative grin.
“Trust me, hm?”
She knew that, knew that her Sole would never hurt her, but this experience, this unknown, this lack of stimulation while held in such suspense of contact with the inevitably unknown, it left her more reactive than she could’ve anticipated.
I’ll have to make a note of zhis feeling–
Another touch laid upon her skin in the next instant, this time, upon her wrist, before it slid downward until it reached her armpit, where it left her, and a tingling trail, in its wake.
Curie felt another shiver run up her spine, until she was jerking, almost violently away from a distinctly new sensation at the most– surprisingly– sensitive of places. A series of light, softly fluttering… things were brushed over the middle of her armpit, thankfully, only once.
She exclaimed as they did it again, and even through the fabric of the blindfold, heard Sole’s mirrored chuckling as the bits of… what could it be? Paper? Bits of light, thin fabric? String? Dragged over her sensitive skin.
“Oh, mon dieu!” She couldn’t help but giggle as Sole stroked the thing over her again, and again. And another few times, until Curie was a cackling, writhing mess against her restraints, the ribbons pulling against her until they surely left reddened marks on her paleness.
“Please, non, non! Sole you are murdering me!”
They carried on for but a few more moments, before releasing Curie from– whatever that could’ve been.
She’s never... her body has never felt anything like that. So overwhelming… Like horrible pain, but laced with joy? It was another one of those feelings that was difficult for her to fathom, let alone describe.
The harder end of the… torture instrument dragged over her skin again, but it was no less frustrating than the soft end. The way it lightly touched over her ribcage, the way her partner zig-zagged the handle of it over her made her body twist ineffectively and her breath huff with the effort of holding back more laughter.
Then the sensation was gone just as suddenly, and Curie took the moment of respite to gain back some breath. Only a moment passed though, before the device was turned around again, and the synth was reminded of the frustration that came with the more ticklish side, especially as it dusted so lightly, teasingly over her ribs.
“Enough, si vous plait! I cannot take any more of zhis!” She managed to say through a fit of painful laughter that had her lungs aching and her abdomen flexing to the point of soreness, but just as soon as the words left her, she knew what Sole would ask her.
“Are you–?”
“Non, no,” Curie reassured them as they paused their movement over her, “Amor(e), just– Oh, it is frustrating! Zhat is all, but–”
She was cut off by another fit of giggles as they stroked horizontally, over her belly button, before bringing the instrument down to brush over the insides of her soft thighs.
“Ah, I…” A sigh escaped Curie’s throat of its own accord as the contact vanished for but a moment, before the harder end pressed down, in that spot. The one so sensitive, it could bring about that loud, thunderous release that she had always heard referred to as le petite mort.
And aptly named it was, she had realized not long after engaging in her relationship with Sole more intimately than she’d ever dreamed she’d be able to.
Her body thrummed with heat at the way they pressed the circular, hardened edge of the thing against her periodically, sliding it up and down and to and fro until Curie was panting and her hips were fighting to rise from beneath it. It was too much and too little all at once, the pressure against her was hard, while the wood of the device was even harder, but it was unfocused with the way it swiped over her, and sometimes it was too rough or jarring to be pleasurable. Curie felt the edge of her release ebbing and flowing like choppy, frustrating waves washing up to her, but never submerging. Even as her hips attempted to buck, to get the pressure just right against her little nub, the restraints held firm against her limbs, keeping her, infuriatingly, locked in place.
“Hm, you were saying something?” Sole’s voice piped up from above her, and despite the blindfold and the haze of her perpetually approaching pleasure, Curie caught her ears pricking at the sound of them, and her eyes blinking open to glimpse upon their face... Or try and glare at them, rather, as they pulled their touch cruelly away from that sensitive, blissful place between her pale thighs. Still though, somehow, Curie could so vividly envision her partner's mischievous little grin at the action as they noted the way she had begun to glisten with evidence of how much she wanted the pressure to stay, wanted them to continue.
“...Quoi?”
“You were going to say something, but I’m afraid I interrupted you.” Sole clarified, but Curie was still trying to gather herself, to understand why they would bring this up now?
Then, the hardened end of the–
I wish I knew what zhis thing was called. Le bâton? Oui, peut être…
The baton dragged over her leg again, maddeningly far from that pulsing, needy nub between her lower lips as they talked to her like it were an everyday conversation over coffee in the morning.
“Mon amor(e), you must continue. I shall die if you don’t!”
Sole tutted at her, and the contact left again, and then they were gone as well. The dull thuds of their footsteps sounded, and then were silenced as they left her on their bed, tied and wanting.
Ils/Elles ne peuvent pas être sérieux. Just to leave me here?
She could feel the way her cheeks flushed at the sticky feeling forming between her thighs, the mess going so far as to drip down onto the mattress.
At least my cheeks are hidden, no? Zhat is one saving grace, zhey cannot see how I blu–
“Oh, sweetheart, how lovely you look there…”
Curie’s head turned instinctively towards the sound, and despite everything, despite it being Sole– who was more than used to seeing her nue, and despite what they had just been doing, she felt the need to cover her body from their eyes, wherever they might be. Again though, it was no use at all with the ribbons holding her in place.
“Oh, you villain! Sole, amor(e), please, you musn’t leave me here!”
Yes, it might’ve sounded a bit dramatic, Curie realized, but the desperation was tangible in her words, as plain in her voice as the blush upon her skin, as the need shining there for her partner to see.
“Easy, my love, I’m not leaving. Just… Mixing things up a bit, that’s all.”
Curie’s throat contracted as she gulped, but even still, her teeth set down upon her lower lip in tingling anticipation.
“You didn’t seem to mind the hardness of the feather duster’s handle, so…”
Then there was another sensation, this one smoother than the last, but still unforgiving, and slightly ridged, like tightly woven rope that’s been polished down to…
Oh. La cravache.
Her suspicions were all but confirmed as Sole gave her a light swat with the end of the whip on the meat of her thigh. It didn’t hurt, but still, she couldn’t hold back the way her body jolted at the sudden sharp touch.
Another moment passed, and another swift tap laid upon her, this time closer to the inside of her thigh, and Curie released a high-pitched gasp at the slight stinging sensation.
Sole hummed their approval of her reaction, and another warm surge of… what was it? Like pleasure, but also somewhat like pride? It didn’t matter what it was called, she supposed, she only knew that whenever Sole made their low sounds of approval, when they sighed in pleasure from something she’d done, when they commended her actions, she felt a burst of sensation all through her chest, her belly, and down her spine.
So, when the switch came down upon her again, this time harder, and again on the meat of her thigh, Curie didn’t hold anything back. A squeak left her in surprise, but then a sigh followed, it was a pleasured, breathy thing that had her stomach muscles clenching, and the back of her head pressing back into the pillows with force enough to sink them into the mattress.
“Oh?” Sole said, and she could feel that cheeky quality dripping from their voice. “She likes it, does she?”
Curie could feel herself blushing, surely more than noticeable against the lightness of her skin. But she didn’t respond, oh, she couldn’t! How embarrassed she was; something she was so unsure about trying at all, and now this is her reaction?
“Does she?” Her partner asked more insistently this time, while laying the head of the cravache lightly upon her red skin where it had snapped her a moment ago.
Curie bit into her lip without answering them, feeling… daring.
L'esprit de rébellion. She could feel it burning in her, for maybe the first time in her life as a synth, or maybe at all. It was… exaltant.
“Hmm, so that’s how it will be, huh?”
The head of the crop slid down her leg to tickle at her toes lightly. She tried to jerk away, obviously without success.
“You want me to really use this thing?”
Sole was playing a part here, it was true, but their true self shone brightly through the dominating facade, in the form of their own exhilaration, so plain in their low voice. It had goose prickles crawling up Curie’s arms, not only in anticipation of what was to come, but utter delight.
Perhaps zhis… Zhis is something I could be used to one day.
And sweet, innocent, coy Curie? Who would’ve thought?
She smiled then, as her partner removed the crop from its place toying with the sensitive sole of her foot.
“S’pose that’s a 'yes,' then.”
They sounded near as excited as she felt, as they spoke, and in the next moment, the switch came down upon her again, but now it was hard.
A sharp sting rang out from her thigh, this time closer to the inside, where the skin was more tender, more easily bruised and marked.
Sole seemed to revel in that fact, as it came down again, so near to the first, which was surely growing pinker by the second. Curie felt herself growing warm with the pain, with the plaisir mixed in with it, warm in her head, warm where she was marked, warm in her belly, and between her thighs. She could feel her bliss dripping down onto the mattress by the time Sole’s assaults reached her center, the softer tip of their weapon rubbing teasingly– no, threateningly– against her pulsing clit as all that sounded through the room were her own racking breaths and the pounding of her heart.
Perhaps the crop sliding between her folds was making noise too, perhaps Sole was breathing as hard as she was, maybe grunting with the effort of wielding the crop at the same moments Curie was half moaning, half shouting out her shock with each time the leather dashed her skin. No matter the case though, Curie found herself wishing she could see it. See their face, their inevitably intense eyes as they gazed down on her, wished she could see the sweat glistening so prettily on them, see the rise and fall of their chest, maybe their own nudeness? She didn’t even know if they’d removed their own clothes, but oh, how she so enjoyed the sight of her partner so bare to her!
Sole was beautiful, so strong, but soft all at once. Like this, like their touches upon her with the switch. Rough, when it suited them, when the world demanded it from them, but that sweet, tenderness that they showed to her so frequently, a light touch, a whispered word… They were in juxtaposition with themself, as much as their new life was with their old. It reminded Curie of… well, herself.
C'est comme si nous étions pareils. Like we complete each other… Were made for each other, even.
She felt so overwhelmed just then, but even so, without her expressions, her teary eyes to show it, Sole made the decision to continue. Remorselessly.
Her exclamation could’ve been heard clear to the Castle, Curie was sure, but she didn’t have it in her to be embarrassed anymore, to think what others might think about her, about Sole. It was only the now. Only this present moment, with the sting of Sole’s blows clashing with the sheer pleasure of them, the heat upon her, within her, the strong feelings of passion, of sadness and joy and appreciation, of release and freedom, it was all overwhelming her senses, keeping her grounded here. With so much to experience now, there was no future or past, no crisis, no history, no tragedy, no hope, no fear. Only this, her and Sole, and their feelings.
How was she supposed to understand, to document these experiences when she was no longer in this moment? It was like nothing she’s felt, nothing she would feel again, but goodness, she hoped she would.
But she couldn’t, not while Sole rained down another lash from the crop onto her clit, sending her into another scream of unbridled ecstasy.
There was nothing else, no sight, no sound, no taste but the air, all she could do was feel. And something this explosive? To be felt and only felt pushed her to a new level of human experience, showed her what it meant to have flesh. Feeling pain… was never something she’d thought much about, and when she did, for the first time, she’d never wanted to feel it again. Now though, she almost could think of nothing she wanted more.
Sole gave her a small bit of respite, then, merely rubbing the crop over her sore, oversensitive clit as Curie felt her thighs shake, felt her chest spasm as her breathing found a rhythm again.
“You alright, love?” Sole whispered to her.
Not a part of the scene they were playing.
She could only nod, her throat sore and scratchy from her screams.
“Want to keep going?” They asked, and she nodded again, not even hesitating.
“Need to hear you say it, amore.”
Their movement paused over her pussy, and she managed to croak out a ‘yes,’ despite her tender vocal chords.
“Hmm. Good, not too much more to go.”
Curie could hear the smile in their voice, and their performance creeping back into it.
“Just keep moaning aloud for me.” They all but commanded, “I love hearing your desperation. And who would’ve known? Sweet, little Curie…”
Sole laughed a bit at that, the synth wasn’t entirely sure why.
It’s what zhey thought, no?
It’s what I thought, zhat I know for certain.
“I thought you might be into this though… So eager, so willing to please. To experience intense feelings, like these,” The crop came down against her clit suddenly, and Curie couldn’t keep the gasp from leaving her.
“Even at your own expense. I knew it. Knew you had the potential to be a little pain slut.”
Her eyes widened beneath the blindfold, her mouth hanging open as they rubbed the nose of the crop over her. This time, in hard, insistent circles that left her hips floundering against her restraints.
“See? Look at you. So desperate for me to give you more. To hurt you more. You’d do anything for this, wouldn’t you?”
Curie’s mouth closed tight, now it was more than defiance keeping her silent.
“Dear, if you don’t answer me, I’ll keep you here all night.”
Not really a threat, seeing as I am enjoying myself, Sole you will ‘ave to do bett–
“And come morning? I’ll leave you. I won’t make you cum, won’t let any of that pent-up pleasure release. Just keep you here, all tied up, shrouded in blackness and silence, until you’re willing to speak. To beg me to continue.”
Curie felt a shudder pass through her entire body, from her shivering shoulders down to her feet, to her curled toes.
“Or maybe I’ll gag you. Then, nothing at all could save you.”
A moan left her involuntarily as the crop caught painfully at her swollen clit, making her hips buck against the unforgiving ribbons tying her down.
“Hm. As much as that appeals to me… If you choose to be a good girl, here and now, and answer me… I’ll–”
“Please.” Curie breathed out, not entirely of her own volition, but… What Sole was doing to her, what they were promising… She wasn't sure if she could take it, if, by the end of the evening, or even the third hour of their play, she’d even want to.
“Please, Sole, yes. I like it, I love it, but…”
“... But?”
“I cannot take it! You must let me finish, please. I cannot take much more.”
She could feel their eyes on her, raking up and down her body as it trembled, as the marks reddened and her muscles tensed.
Finally, Sole granted her a mercy.
There was one last tight snap of the crop, and then it left her. Their soft hands descended now, and then their softer, wetter tongue. It caressed her folds, parted them to languidly suck at her swollen, red clit with such care and attention, Curie felt her eyes well up with tears.
A new kind of moan left her, more of a whine, as Sole’s lips and tongue made love to her oversensitive pussy. With their attention on her like this, the push and pull of their lips, the roll of their dexterous tongue, it took no more than a few moments, and Curie was crying out her partner’s name, her fingers clenching, her back arching as much as it could in her position, and she was spilling her release out onto the bed, onto her partner, who lapped at her gratefully, gently easing the synth through her all-encompassing end.
“Oh, mon dieu. Sole, mon amor(e)... Je suis accablé.” Curie managed to say between shallow, quick breaths, as her body sank down into the mattress like a lead casket.
They groaned against her thigh, where she felt the point of their chin resting on her skin, dimpling the already marked flesh.
“I ‘ave never felt… I mean, anything, like zhat. It was… It was incroyable.”
The pressure moved from her leg, and next she knew, Sole’s face was swimming into focus as they pulled the blindfold off her.
“You were incredible, Curie.” Their voice was so soft again, as soft as their eyes, as they took in the sight of her, all wrung out from the pleasure they’d pulled from her, they’d shot into her.
One by one, Sole removed her restraints, but Curie didn’t bother moving, not when her limbs felt like dead weight and all she wanted was to close her eyes. Yet, her heart still pounded… It was difficult for her to make sense of right now.
“Now, lemme take care of you, okay?” Their hand brushed over her shoulder lightly, encouraging her to sit up, and though that task felt herculean in her current state, with Sole’s support, she managed.
“I’ll get some water, and would you like ice for the red spots here?”
Her eyebrows knitted together, before she looked down to her skin– splotchy, irritated, and even purple in some spots– and nodded.
Sole returned a few moments later, while Curie gazed into nowhere.
How could I go from feeling… so much, just to zhis? Is it supposed to feel zhis way?
“How are you feeling?”
She took a sip of water, cool liquid trailing shockingly down her body the entire way, until it reached her stomach.
“A little… strange. Je ne sais pas…”
“You want a hug?” They offered, holding an ice pack in place on her thigh that she hadn’t even realized was there.
“Oui.” Curie found herself nodding to them.
She still felt odd, as Sole wrapped their arms around her, but at least now she felt… warm? Comforted?
“You did so well, Curie. I’m really proud of you, love.” Sole pressed a kiss to her forehead then, and she felt them take a deep breath that poured over the top of her head with its release. It inspired her to do the same, breathing in deeply, and breathing out. A simple thing, she knew. But still, it made all the difference.
“I ‘ad fun…” She whispered, and felt Sole’s lips spread in a smile from where they rested against her head.
“Mm. Me too.” They kissed her again, and after a few moments of this, of Sole’s comforting support, of their hushed words of praise and soft, stroking hands, Curie felt light again. A sense of weight trickled off of her, she felt relieved, careless and free.
Not too soon, surely, perhaps not for a week or more would she be back in the position she was in tonight, but even still, Curie knew… she wanted to feel it again.
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I'm still so shocked that people really like my previous headcanons for Hancock, Deacon, and Dogmeat so I guess to celebrate that and to challenge myself, I've got at least one for every character. It's not much for a few of them becuase I either never played with them all that much or I'm scared I won't get their personality quite right, but I hope I did well! Enjoy!
Hancock
• Actually shrunk a few inches height wise from turning ghoul. He sometimes gets heated about it when someone teases him but gets a bit proud at a particular comeback when he remembers Nick teasing him by asking if he was missing a few inches to which he replied "not where they count".
Dogmeat
• You ever hear stories about the family dog adopting a kitten and the kitten is now the dogs cat, nit the familys cat? Well he does this. He's so guilty of bringing home random animals. Hes brought home an abandoned Yao guai cub, baby ravens, radstags fawns, and countless cats and mongrels have followed him home.
Deacon
• Because of his crazy schedule and sometimes having to change plans or get ready and go at the drop of a cap, he has mastered the art of falling asleep anywhere, anytime, and recharging as if he's gotten a full eight hours. For example, leaning aginst the wall in the catacombs of the church while Tom tells him about a new conspiracy, he's dead asleep behind his sunglasses and only wakes up when Drummer Boy comes running in saying Sole fucked some shit up and needs help. He just pops up like he wasn't just dreaming about rafting in the stream around Sanctuary with a fruity drink in his hand and he's out the door.
Cait
• Secretly loves to be pampered, to be treated how she heard other girls would be treated growing up. If Sole offered to brush knots and mats out of her hair after a spat, she will act offended out of fear at first. Fear of Sole snatching the comb through her hair like her mother would, just to get it done and out of her way. She fights hard to not let out a small tear when Sole helps her feel beautiful and not a burden after her hair is smooth and taken care of.
• Treats curie like a "dumb little sister" but loves her dearly and wouldn't trade her for the world.
• Has a habit of flirting with anyone or anything out of habit of trying to stay alive by flattery. As she starts to get to know the crew, she begins to mean the compliments a bit more.
Piper
• Loves sugary things because it's what her dad would give her when he got back from scavenging. He would get lucky every once in a while and find someones stash and would have plenty of treats for his girls for a few weeks to hold them over. And with Sole as her new closest friend, she now has someone else besides Nat to spoil.
• She is consittered insane by most people becuase she actually enjoys the spinning feeling that you get from drinking.
• Has gotten in the habit of scrapping every camera she can find for good parts and film for Nat. While her specialty is written words for her paper, Nat has taken up the hobby of photography and is sometimes comissioned by her sister. She's pretty good at it.
Curie
• Though she knows the new plants may be dangerous to her now that she's out of the vault and only has knowledge of their previous ancestry, she enjoys picking a few extra specimens and presses them between the pages of a thick book for herself. For research purposes of course.
MacCready
• Because of his friendship with a particular vault dweller growing up in the capital wasteland, he steers way clear of any vaults he would be coming across according to his maps. He knows the vault he grew up next to was bad but with the stories he's heard, he's not going to take his chance with ANY of them.
• Once Sole comes back from Far Harbor and lets him try Vim Quartz, he's hooked. Reminds him of the bubblegum and other candies him and his friends would bet with back at little Lamplight. Even gives off a soft glow like the lights his old home had. Over all, punches him with so much nostalgia.
• (This one is more Duncan than Mac but its close enough) After Duncan is cured and comes to live in one of the settlements with his dad, he would get curious like all little kids and ask about the carved toy solider that Sole has. After they tell him what it is and how it's special becuase his mom gave it to his dad and then to them, they give it to the little boy and asked him to take good care of it becuase it means so much to so many people. MacCready will feel so much love (your choice, platonicly or romanticly) for Sole just from this one interaction alone and will have no doubt that those 250 caps that were used to hire him were the best Sole had ever spent.
• After becoming close friends with Sole, he will allow them to call him Bobby. The only person to call him that since Lucy.
• Will sometimes have little competitions like makeshift shooting ranges or foot races with Sole to see who would have to cook dinner that night.
• Definitely trained Dogmeat to grab him a new drink when his current one is empty
Danse
• Will never admit it, but he can't swim all that well. He can float and make a pretty good show of it as if hes swimming by choice, but he's not doing laps at a decent speed anytime soon.
X6-88
• Though he knows he's made to do one thing and one thing only, he takes pride in his look, particularly his hair. He claims it's for intimidation but he secretly loves having a sharp hairline he edges himself when he's off duty. Would love to be bold and try something new but always looses the nerve. Why fix what isn't broken?
Nick
• No matter how old someone is, if he's escorting someone through a rough place, he will take off his coat and drape the bottom half over someone shoulders and hold the rest up over their view so they don't see past him. He can't quite remember, but he thinks it's an old habit from his detective days, protecting people from paparazzi and news reporters as well as crime scenes.
• Though he is a synth, he has said in his own words he's a prototype between Gen 2 and 3 so he has taste buds, he just doesn't have a lot of them and they aren't that strong. So smoking and eating is technically muscle memory, but he gets just enough stimulation so that he can still enjoy it. It also helps anchor him when he has a mental slip and begins to panic about who he is now.
• Loves to cheer children up when one is upset in his company. One of his favorite tricks is shadow puppets. His naked hand can make a pretty neat spider if you ask him to show you.
Strong
• Even though he makes a comment about eating Dogmeat, he is impressed how something as small, fragile, and as edible as him will still come up to him and want to play. Even Strong isn't immune to the very good boy
• In the time he's been around, he does have a few favorite people. And his way of showing his favoritism is by sharing the best parts of a fresh kill. He doesn't announce it though. So when he's with MacCready or Hancock, he will silently let them get their share before he tucks in for himself. Ironic that its the small things for the biggest companion.
Preston
• Oh my lord, can this man sing. The kind of cheesy movie scene type thing plays out where if Preston starts singing, people will start to mosey into the crowd around the fire in the middle of Sanctuary and even Danse and X6 will start tapping along to his beat because he's. Just. That. Good.
Codsworth
• He feels he isn't allowed to admit it, but he misses when he was first bought and assembled by Sole and their family. I'd like to think they read the instructions wrong and he was accidently turned on while in Soles lap, before his thrusters were attached of course, and has missed that close bonding experience ever since. Just being held close by the only person he has left from before the war, the one who he had seen and spoken to for the first time, not just his master, but his first friend.
• After Sole came back to Sanctuary and noticed Codsworth acting on his own and not off of set programming, that he basically had crafted his own personality and became his own person, they don't treat him like a servant anymore. Because of that, he believed he upset his master and after confronting them and asking why they were acting distant, he was told as much but asked if he could still be by Soles side not as a servant, but as a friend instead. Sole agreed.
Ada
• Her favorite thing to do with her new found family is tell stories from her time with Jackson and his caravan. To give everyone a good time but to also keep them alive in hers and now her new friends memories.
Old Longfellow
• He has won so many drinks and free meals from bar games. Pool, darts, cards, you name it, he's probably won a few shots from it.
Gage
• He's been traveling all his life by the time he found Colter and settled in Nuka-World. He never did get a good look at the destroyed signs in his home town, all he could make out/remember is he's from a place with a man's name. He thinks it was "George".
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