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illusivejam · 16 days
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WIP of Cal and his usual companions. Mostly just me figuring out how tall I think they are. I plan on doing similar pieces for my courier and sole survivor (pray for my pen y’all that’s gonna be a lot)
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danses-with-dogmeat · 2 years
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Day 24 -- Star Paladin Cross
The (nsfw) details for Kinktober, Day 21 are just below the cut!
Minors, please don't interact.
Face-Sitting with Cross x g/n! Lone
Lordy this was so fun to write. Cross is just such a delight, I wish she got more recognition all around 😔 Like, before I starting writing for Fallout, I didn't even know she existed! It's crazy, but I love her now <3
I hope y'all love it! 😁
Here is the link to my Kinktober 2022 Event list so you can stay up-to-date, or re-visit these works as you please.
Included: Face-Sitting, cunnilingus, oral sex, making out, petting, uncertainty turning into consent.
1.8k words.
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Despite her best efforts, a wanton moan slipped from the Star Paladin’s mouth as Lone ground their hips into hers. They were intoxicating, everything about them screamed want, from their soft lips, the sweet taste of them, like honey and cola, the feel of them, the heated touch of their hands over her thin top, the invigorating rub of their pants against hers in all the right places. 
It felt bad to feel this good. 
It felt like it shouldn’t be allowed. It was too decadent, too addicting to be permitted in her vicinity. Cross had always prided herself on her ability to exercise control, to remain calm in the most pressing situations, to be cool and collected in the midst of utter chaos, but Lone unfurled any feelings of control or withholding that she could muster. 
They were a damn danger to her, that’s what they were. 
Now was no exception. The way they rubbed against her, pulling sounds she didn’t think she was capable of making, inspiring feelings she’d never had the liberty to explore. She felt like a goddamn initiate again. They made her everything she’s not, they made her giddy with joy, hot with need, mindless with desire, and they were both still clothed. 
She groaned again as their fingernails dragged through her short hair, the sound growing louder as they pulled away and she unwittingly voiced her frustration at the loss. 
“I need you.” Lone whispered, and a jolt ran up Cross’s spine. She nodded, her hands going to the hem of Lone’s shirt, her mind made up as to where exactly this was going, but Lone’s grip on her hands stopped her. She looked up with raised brows. 
“I want to try something different, something I think you’ll like.” They bit their lip, their expression earnest as they hesitated. 
“What is it?” She asked gently, a little caught off guard by their meekness. Usually it was Lone that was more forward in the bedroom. 
They smiled strangely. It was almost… devious. Cross’s eyes narrowed. 
“I want you… to sit on my face.” 
Cross opened her mouth, but no words left her. 
They… what?
“Lone… I– Well, I’m not sure exactly what you mean by… I mean–”
“Shh.” Lone held a finger to her lips. Cross could tell they were trying not to laugh at the way she suddenly became so flustered. “How about I just show you?” 
Cross swallowed hard, but nodded nonetheless. 
She felt safe with Lone, she trusted her partner’s judgment wholeheartedly, and if they thought she would like this, well, who was she to say they’re wrong? 
Lone smiled at her broadly as they climbed off her lap, moving next to kneel between the Paladin’s legs. 
“First thing’s first.” Their hands moved swiftly, her partner’s excitement palpable as they popped the button on her cargo pants, and pulled down on the zip. “Gotta get these off ya.” 
Lone winked, and Cross felt herself flush. 
Damn vault-dweller. 
She lifted her hips for them as they pulled the fabric down her legs, underwear and all, and let it settle on the floor. They looked up at her, eyes half-lidded and pupils wide and dark, and their tongue drew over their bottom lip. Cross’s breath caught in her throat, and she nearly coughed. 
That wouldn’t be particularly sultry, would it? 
“Alright, onto the next bit.” Lone stood and circled around the bed, climbing onto the mattress and shifting into a lying position with their head nestled upon one of their pillows. Cross cocked a brow at them. 
What now?
“Okay, I’m set.” They told her, “Now, climb aboard, soldier.” One hand gestured to their face, and Cross merely blinked at them. 
“Y-you can’t mean–” 
“Oh-ho, yes I can.” They propped themselves up on their elbows to look at her. “What part of ‘sit on my face’ didn’t click for you?” They were grinning like an idiot, drunk off the glee of embarrassing her this way. 
“Well, I just… Won’t you suffocate? This just doesn’t seem safe.” 
Lone burst out laughing at that, the cacophony shaking the mattress below them as one hand clutched at their chest. 
“No, love, I’m not gonna suffocate.” They finally managed, “But if I’m having trouble, I’ll tap your thigh, and you can pull off me for a moment, okay? Nothing safer than that.” 
“I disagree. I can think of several acts that are safer than having me–” 
“I promise, Cross, it’ll be fine. I swear. If you don’t like it, or I end up… not breathing, or something, we can stop, okay? How does that sound?”  
The Paladin looked away, thoughts of what could go wrong circling in her head until she forcibly silenced them. 
They want this, and I told them I would at least try. 
“Very well. Let’s… do this.” Cross rose to her knees as Lone fell back on the pillow, their broad grin persisting as she shifted closer to them on the mattress. 
If nothing else, the way they craved her, the way they were patient, the way they wanted to please her… Cross was so unused to such treatment, it almost made her feel selfish to have Lone in her life. 
It felt strange… to say the least, as Cross straddled her partner’s head, her knees on either side of the pillow as she lowered her hips down. Lone had gone down on her before, and that too had been something foreign to her, something they’d had to talk her into, talk her through, but she had undoubtedly enjoyed it. 
This might be a similar experience. 
She hovered over her partner’s face, refusing to drop her weight down until Lone’s hands gripped at her hips and pulled. Every muscle in her abdomen flexed as she felt Lone’s hot mouth against her folds, and she nearly panicked, nearly pulled up again as she worried about crushing Lone’s nose, or smothering them below her, but her partner merely groaned. Their hands tightened their grip on her hips, and she shuddered as their tongue darted out and swept along her slit. Cross’s breath caught in her throat, one hand gripping to Lone’s while the other went to the top of their head, threading through the hair there as she closed her eyes to deepen the sensation of their mouth against her. 
Lone quickly set a rhythm below her, licking over and between her folds in long, luxurious strokes before driving their nose forward to grind against her sensitive clit, each time they did it causing an involuntary buck of the Paladin’s hips as she tried to prolong the contact. 
Quickly, she felt herself growing wetter, craving more. Unsurprisingly, Lone had been correct in their assumption that she would enjoy this action. Now that she was out of her own head, it became easy to lose herself in the pleasure, in the closeness, in the trust her partner was placing on her. 
It was easy to lose herself in the pleasure as well, as the tip of Lone’s tongue teased at her welcoming entrance, dragging along the sensitive skin below before delving within to lap at the wetness that was leaving her. 
It all felt so… erotic. The slick noises and breathy moans coming from her, the groans of pleasure from Lone, their desperate, grasping hands, the way they ground their nose into her, their heavy breaths as they pulled away, before pushing forward in earnest, devouring her pleasure like she was the only ration they were allowed. The thought of anyone stumbling in to see this made her blush. There were few times in her life where she felt so alive as this. 
Cross’s hips moved more liberally as she felt her need begin to grow, the pressure of Lone’s tongue, and the drag of the wet muscle over her was pleasurable, but not enough to drive her to her release. Lone seemed to sense it themself, and Cross stilled herself for a moment as she felt their hand move over her thigh, but her worries were dashed from her as their fingers delved between her legs, quickly finding her clit and rubbing over it in tight circles, even as their tongue continued to fill her. 
She’d need to commend them later on their ability to multitask. For now though, she resumed the rocking of her hips, slow and gradual, but enough to push Lone’s tongue deeper into her with each pulse forward. 
With the increasing pressure on her clit, and the rhythm of Lone’s incessant lapping at her slick, Cross felt that knot within her stomach tighten, her thighs clenching around her partner’s head as she tried to hold back from completely thrusting into the feel of their fingers. 
I said I wouldn’t suffocate them. I meant it. 
“Mmhm.” Lone murmured something below, and Cross’s eyes snapped open. She lifted her hips, her heart racing as she rose up and allowed them to speak, and to breathe, if they needed it. 
“Are you alright?” She asked, breathless herself from her building pleasure. 
“Let go, baby. Ride me, grind into me, I can take it.” They thrust their head forward, placing a swift kiss on her thigh, “I want you to feel good. Don’t be afraid. I’ll tell you if I need you to stop.” 
“Okay.” Cross nodded, throat dry as the word left her. 
How did I end up with someone as good as Lone? 
Her partner’s hands went back to her hips, urging her down again, and the pair resumed their ministrations, quickly picking up where they left off, and Cross felt the burn in her belly roar to life. 
Damn, they’re good. 
Her eyes closed again, her mouth hanging open as she did as they asked, as she let go. She tried to ride them uninhibited, to grind against their face with a new vigor and let them know that she trusted their word, but with every deep thrust, every hard rub of Lone’s fingers, she felt herself winding tighter and tighter, until finally, it snapped. 
Cross threw her head back, nails biting at Lone’s scalp as she rode out her release over their face, her thighs shaking with each new lap of their tongue over her sensitive sex. Lone drank her up, a groan leaving their throat unwittingly as they tasted their partner in the most intimate way, and soon, despite Lone’s unyielding touch, Cross felt her release taper off until she was left with nothing but groggy satisfaction. 
Lone’s hands released her thighs, and she clambered off of them, settling down by their side as the pair panted for breath. 
“So,” Lone managed as they sat up beside her, “Did you enjoy it?” 
Cross chuckled briefly, causing the mattress to shake as her numb body melted into it. 
“Oh yes. Most definitely.” 
Lone shifted to face her, the area around their mouth still glistening with sweat and her juices. Cross’s face heated at the sight. 
“Hm.” They smiled, just as deviously as they had before, “Told you you would.”
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stoat-party · 4 months
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Welcome to the wasteland, 19-year-old child! I guess you’ll be needing a partner in this dangerous wilderness, huh? Pick one:
Sketchy robot
Not technically a slave
Literal actual sexual predator
no this one is really a slave, yeah she’s being held against her will
Hypercompetent family friend [YOU HAVE NOT ACCRUED ENOUGH TRAUMA TO UNLOCK]
Guy you’ve known your entire life [YOU HAVE NOT ACCRUED ENOUGH TRAUMA TO UNLOCK]
Kind, helpful walking tank [YOU HAVE NOT ACCRUED ENOUGH TRAUMA TO UNLOCK]
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psykersomatic · 2 years
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everydayyoulovemeless · 5 months
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The reaction of the companions of fo3 to the fact that they are in love with Lone Wanderer? Please 🙏
Fo3 Companions Realizing They're In Love With Lone
➼ Word Count » 0.7k ➼ Warnings » Age Gap ➼ Genre » Romantic, Pinning
Charon opts to ignore it. He's got a job to do and is bound by contract. His feelings don't matter for this transaction to work and now is no different. Despite it all, he can't help but notice how much more inclined he is to be of service to you — always offering to take the night shift, or more aware of his surroundings than he normally would be. He's never been so fond of the person holding his contract and it makes him feel so conflicted. What would you say? Would you sell him off if you found out? He's a ghoul, for Godsake, what 19-year-old teen would want him?
Clover isn't sure how to act, so she'll act in the only way she's known how — sexually. She'll run her hands across your shoulders and whisper lowly into your ears just so she can get the message across to you, but in all honesty, she truly isn't sure what it is she feels for you. It'll take he a minute to sit down and think everything over before she comes to the realization that she's in love with you. Once she figures it out, she'll tone her erotic actions toward you down, opting to instead bring you flowers, or clean up around your home. She tries to mimic you in how you treat her, hoping that it'll eventually make you feel the same for her as she does you.
Star Paladin Cross feels a bit conflicted about her feelings for you as you're the kid she helped escort to the vault. She's well aware of her body modifications and the sheer age gap between you two and would, therefore, try to extinguish these feelings at all costs. You two weren't meant to be together, and she needs to get a grip before this turns into anything more than you and her being comrades.
Jericho doesn't care if you catch on to how he feels or not, he'll just pin you up against a wall and try to get you flustered. This has always been his way of showing someone that he's interested in them and he'll stick with this method until you say something about it. He's constantly in your face — whether he be throwing his arms around you or squishing your cheeks between his fingers. He loves the way you swat at him and the cute way you roll your eyes at his antics, however, he doesn't realize that he's in love until you get injured badly. Then reality will hit him and he'll (slightly) drop his douchy act and make an actual attempt at wooing you.
Butch tries to play it off and act the same as he always has, but every time he's around you he can't help but fall into a blushing, flustered mess. He's a teenager who's never actually been in love before, and he hates every second of it. Who do you think you are anyway? Walking around as if you're blissfully unaware of his feelings toward you. He gets meaner towards you — teasing you more often and tripping you whenever the chance arises — but it's only to help try and mask his intentions. He'll only put the pieces together when someone else tries to flirt with you, then he'll pull his pocket knife out, scare the guy off, and go right back to how he was before — a bumbling mess.
Fawkes knew he loved you the second you broke him out of that vault, however, he's well aware of how he looks and would never dream of putting you into a situation like that, so he keeps it to himself. He'll be polite to you — always opening doors and offering to hold onto the heavier items and weapons you may possess, but that's the extent of it. He's older than you and would hate to hold you down in any way, so he'll love you from afar and risk his life for you any chance he gets. It's the only way he can think of to pay you back for being so kind toward him.
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grumpymirelurkqueen · 6 months
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Hi, can I request a fallout 3? Companion reaction to the LW with good karma.
Hi, you're my first Fallout 3 request. You have no idea how happy I am to write this for my favourite companions. Thank you very much for your request. I hope you enjoy it. And sorry for my English mistakes, it's not my mother tongue…
FO3 companions react to LW with good karma:
Butch :
He's not surprised, I mean, you grew up together. You always protected Amata when he was a little shit. But he's grateful you got him out of the shelter before he really went off the deep end. Although he's very embarrassed by that. He's never really been a good person, but he's never been a bad one either. He's not a monster, just an immature young adult.
Sergent RL-3 :
A soldier has to be good, but also firm. My God this poor old robot is torn in two. Your dynamic is like the bad cop and the good cop. If he were human and could drink whiskey, he'd drink to every good deed.
Fawkes :
The one who is most proud of you, of all the companions. Seeing you protect those who can't, killing villains, or recovering children kidnapped by his brothers. That's what warms his mutant heart. He'll congratulate you, give you advice and, above all, say what he thinks about the situation and you. But if your karma goes lower and lower, he'll be disappointed but won't tell you. After a while he'll ask you if you're doing well mentally. He's afraid he hasn't seen any clues. He will stay with you for a while once the karma is bad, but will leave with a heavy heart.
Paladin Cross :
She's happy to be travelling with you, finally someone good in this world. But she doesn't say it openly, a pat on the back. Is the only thing to congratulate you. But if you have to lose your karma, secretly she will be disappointed (depending on your level of relationship with her.). But above all she'll go back to the citadel without a word and with a sad heart for having believed in Father Christmas.
Jericho :
The most hostile of them all. If he wasn't in Megaton, he'd accept a lot of capsules to put a bullet in your head. But somehow he understands that you're not witty enough to be mean.
Clover :
Compared to Jericho, she won't be too hostile towards you. She'll just be disappointed by your behaviour, believing she's found a new dictator with troubled tendencies. She'll just be bitter with you. But she'll still fall in love with you somehow.
Charon :
Charon doesn't give a fuck about your karma. But my God, it feels good not to kill women and innocent children or to put a bullet between the eyes of a simple drunken traveller for Ahzrukhal. But sometimes he's a bit scared of your kindness, he tends to prefer someone neutral or openly nasty. For him, kindness means hiding. And he doesn't want to discover your inclination if you're a fake.
Dogmeat :
This good dog doesn't care about your karma. He'll always be with you, as long as you don't mistreat him or betray his trust in you. A bone, a corpse, a fight plus a caress to congratulate him and he'll be fine. He'll be loyal to you with any kind of karma.
ᴵᵗ'ˢ ʳᵉᵃˡˡʸ ˢᵗʳᵃⁿᵍᵉ ᶠᵒʳ ᵐᵉ ᵗᵒ ʷʳⁱᵗᵉ ᴰᵒᵍᵐᵉᵃᵗ ʷʰᵉⁿ ᶠʳᵃⁿᶜᵉ ᵐᵉᵃⁿˢ ᶜᵃⁿⁱᵍᵒᵘ.
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grease-weasel · 2 months
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the A names continue here's Angel with my newest gooper Andy (melee only paladin with one arm and bigger oobies than everyone in the citadel)
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neutralgrey-fallout · 10 months
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Fallout 3 Writing Project: Ending Slides styled after New Vegas Part #2 of 2
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toxickimi · 8 months
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Lone (walking past a slumped over Charon): What's wrong with Charon? SP Cross: He just got the mission report from last battle. Lone: Oh! It can't have been to bad, that battle suffered little causalities Charon: covering his face they sold Butch for drinking money! SP Cross: Don't worry, you said they got him back. Charon: sobbing I wish they hadn't
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egg-on-a-legg · 2 years
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finally. after a month and a half... i have finished all my refs for my fallout player characters...
if anyone has any questions about any of these guys or their lore, shoot me an ask! i love talking about my ocs :D
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vnknowcrow · 26 days
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No one in this fandom loves female side characters no one cares abt as much as me
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I love the angst of a one sided pining a character who is in love with another but knows that the person they are in love with will never share their affections and having to accept it
I headcanon that Star Paladin Cross is one of these characters
She was in love with Catherine but knew she could never be with her because Catherine was with James
While she did consider James a friend and escorted him and The LW to Megaton and was saddened by his death there was a small part of Cross that resented James for marrying Catherine
She took Catherine's death incredibly hard
The reason why I think Cross cares so much for The LW and even willing to betray The Brotherhood for them which is what she does in River's story is not because they are James' kid but because they are Catherine's kid
Unlike James Cross has no problem with telling The LW about Catherine and The LW can tell with the way Cross talks about her that there are obviously feelings she has for Catherine and she still has them
In my headcanon she talks about Catherine being proud of The LW instead of James and while I do think that James would be proud I think Cross would want The LW to know that Catherine is proud of them too
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danses-with-dogmeat · 10 months
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Choose a favorite character whose name starts with "C"!
(Or a character you just want to see me write for 😁)
If you have any questions on these characters, please feel free to ask!
And if you think of someone who's not listed here that you would like to see, feel free to add a name to the comments/reblogs!
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stoat-party · 1 year
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Fallout 3 Companions Ranked By Whether They Should Have Turned on the Purifier
Fawkes. Absolutely no excuse. This isn’t even different from the G.E.C.K. except that HE WILL ALSO DIE if no one goes in. Obviously he’s radiation-resistant and he’ll be fine, but nah. What was all that stuff about owing the LW your life, again? He gives some excuse about destiny. What?? Just because it narratively makes sense for the main character to die here doesn’t mean you have to enforce that from inside the story, Fawkes. Booooo.
RL-3. His Broken Steel dialogue clarifies that he does understand that he’s immune to radiation, so he’s basically saying you should die because your dad did, which is deranged. Why would a soldierbot even think he can disobey that order? How does his programming even allow for this? Unclear.
Charon. Buddy, we know that any day you can find a loophole and disobey your employer is a good day. Happy for you. But now is perhaps not the time? His original dialogue is just flat-out cruel, but in Broken Steel he sounds more like he’s teasing. I’ll give him a few points here because I don’t think it’s impossible that high radiation could turn a ghoul feral. Also, he doesn’t necessarily have any reason to be loyal to the LW since he’s not here by choice. Still, you’d think he’d see the logic in avoiding anyone’s death altogether. (Unless their death would free him? Somehow I doubt that.)
Star Paladin Cross. MA’AM. You are third-in-command of the Brotherhood. Those people who style themselves after knights? Who make this big fuss about honor and bravery and stuff? Yeah, them. Neither you nor Sarah should even be entertaining the idea of letting this teenager die for you. If anyone’s going to survive it’s you, since you’re a cyborg. I swear James’s ghost is punching you in the face right now.
Jericho. Yeah, not likely. Would be better than letting the teenager do it. But not likely.
Butch. He’s pretty much in the same situation as the Lone Wanderer, except that it’s not his family legacy driving the story. He’s a sad 20-year-old hairdresser who didn’t sign up to have his insides roasted. Understandable that he wouldn’t want to go in.
Clover. You tell them, queen. Set those boundaries. Sure, LW could theoretically blow up your head for that, but every other option here also means probable death, so just take back your autonomy while you can. You owe them nothing.
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greatwargospel · 2 months
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fo3 has a cyborg paladin help create fresh water for all and fo4 has you bully farmers for supplies for the brotherhood.
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everydayyoulovemeless · 6 months
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Fo3 Companions Living in Megaton With Lone
➼ Word Count » 0.6k ➼ Warnings » None ➼ Genre » Platonic/Romantic
Charon doesn't really have much of an opinion on the matter. If this is where you want to live, then this is where he'll follow you. Moira is always stopping by to ask if he could grab her something in a place that's just a bit too irradiated for her to do it herself, so he eventually refuses to answer the door for you. He'll gladly do anything else though, and he's not picky about the decor.
Clover doesn't mind, wherever you go, she'll go. She likes arranging things around the house and putting flowers in vases and whatnot. She does her best to keep the place as clean as possible and, although she covered him in graffiti, gets along decently well with Wadsworth. Moriarity will definitely try to manipulate her into some sort of contract so that he can have another "worker" alongside Nova, but other than having to keep an eye on her, she's easy to get along with.
Living in Megaton reminds Star Paladin Cross about when she escorted James here 19 years ago. It makes her feel slightly nostalgic being here again after all that time and seeing all the different changes that have been made. She doesn't mind how you decorate it and is happy with whatever as long as she's allowed to have a weapons workbench in one of the corners. She and Jericho might get into a few altercations from time to time, and she's always telling you about her gripes with Nathaniel, but she has enough manners and self-control to refrain from street fights. (more so for you're sake than hers).
Jericho is the trashiest roommate on this list, he doesn't even bother throwing things away. He'll just pile garbage into a corner until you decide you'll throw it out. The good news is, none of your neighbors are going to be trying anything with you since you're living with the town's local raider. Jericho also frequently gets into arguments with Wadsworth and eventually just locks him in a cage upstairs, so you can forget about having a butler helping you pick up all the junk he leaves around the place.
Butch will beg on bended knees for you to pay for the wasteland explorer theme for the house. Nothing would make him happier than having Moira wheel a motorcycle into the house. Overall, he's a decent roommate. He'll leave a mess in the living room and leaves his clothes everywhere, but other than the average frat boy shenanigans (expect there to be beer bottles everywhere), he's not so bad.
Besides him accidentally breaking things, Fawkes is probably the best to live with. He keeps the place relatively clean, keeps people out, and is just an overall joy to be around. He's sweet to all of your neighbors, even if they're open about not wanting him around. In all honesty, he's just happy to be out of that vault. He'd be happy anywhere and he especially loves having his own little nook for him to read and study. Soon enough you'll have a live-in doctor.
Every day, RL-3 will wake you up early so that you can begin your 5 a.m. workout routine. There is no resting when the possibility of communists lurking is high. He'll keep you and the other residents in line. Megaton will have a competent police force in no time, but the locals are gonna be upset with how demanding and loud he can get. Some (Jericho) might even try scrapping him for parts.
You'll get no complaints with Dogmeat. Everyone loves him and the kids that run around are always playing with him. Moira might try to train him to get her things, but other than that, you'll have no issues living with him.
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