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HE KEEPS DOING IT. I can't screenshot cause laptop is trash. I'm on the verge of tears each time it happens because he does it just outside my peripherals. Was playing till like 1 am last night trying so hard to be quiet.

So I'm playing new vegas for the first time (technically second) but I'm in freeside doing the door guard for the van graffs and I turn to look at simon...only to see Arcade making direct eye contact with Simon staring him down.

Back home- Soldier:76

➤ Request: Could i get soldier 76 / male reader (76-jack that's older please :o) and it's jack proposing marriage to the reader...yes i'm incredibly self-indulgent.

➤ Pairing: Soldier:76 x Male!Reader

➤ Genere: Fluff

➤ Warnings: none

➤ WC: 1k

➤ A/N: of course you can get this! It’s such a cute idea, I love it! Thank you for requesting :D sorry if it seems a little rushed at the end :0

Jack was a reserved man, and still very much is. He’s used to stepping away from others and letting things go. After all, he lost everything he’s ever cared for. His career was ruined—and he was presumed dead—but not only that, he lost those he cared for to the likes of people he fought against.

It was no secret that a soldier like him would be cold and harsh against the world… but there was an exception. There was one person that he could hold and truly say ‘I care for them’ and that was you. Although he was certainly not in his youngest years, that didn’t stop the feelings that were blossoming between the two of you. Feelings that Jack had always longed for, and though he tried to deny it, he fell for you completely. He didn’t want to admit that you were the person who filled up the empty space in his heart. He would do anything to keep you by his side, but then again, he was a busy man.

Though the two of you loved each other very much, it was no secret Jack had barely any time for you. Not that you minded. You knew from the very start what you were getting into, because the day he decided to finally speak of his feelings towards you—or more like you found out about them through his actions—he warned you. He warned you that he’d be gone for days or weeks, and time would be cut short for the two of you. Nevertheless, you accepted him and loved him no matter how much time you had to wait for him at home.

That was the reason why Jack now held a small, yet expensive box in his gloved hand. He had been gone for a few weeks now—having completed a mission in another country—but he was back and ready to see you. Being far from the man he loved hurt him, and left him longing to see you.

He had been thinking this through for a few months now—about proposing to you—because he needed you to stay. No, he wasn’t the best partner, and he knew that. But he wanted to show you just how much he loved you. Just how much he wanted you by his side even if he was gone for so long. He wanted to show you his gratitude for your patience and your love. Although he was nervous, he gripped onto the box and gulped down the knot forming in his throat. He had never been a nervous man until now. Thankfully, his visor masked his expression.

Standing right outside the door that kept him from seeing your face after so long, he finally built up the courage to open it. It was late, and you were most likely sleeping. He made sure to be as quiet as possible, taking his shoes off to prevent any tapping on the floor. He didn’t want to wake you, even if he did want to surprise you.

He continued on his way towards the bedroom, pushing open the door and seeking for you in the darkness. Soon enough, he spotted you curled up under all the blankets on the bed, knowing far too well you fell asleep waiting for him. Your sleeping schedule wasn’t the best, but I guess you were just tired. Carefully, he took off his jacket and visor, unmasking his scarred face and staring down at you with gentle eyes. You really are a masterpiece sent by the heavens.

His intense gaze must’ve woken you up, however, because you started to shift in your sleep until your eyes opened. You couldn’t quite see in the darkness, but you felt the corner of the bed sink, and the familiar smell of cologne hit your senses. “Jack?”

“How’d you know?” he asks sarcastically, but still smiled gently, “I thought you’d be more happy after all this time apart,” but before he knew it, you were already jumping out of bed and embracing him in a tight hug, “I’m so glad you’re here,” you say happily, a smile growing on your face as you pulled back. At this point, your eyes had finally adjusted to the dark as you stared at his scarred face with all the love in the world.

“I thought you’d never return,” you say oh-so-dramatically, kissing on his jaw and pulling him to sit on the bed with you. However, the sound of a small box hitting the floor caught your attention. What made you even more curious was the panic in Jack as he reached down to get whatever fell. You, thinking it was the most reasonable thing to do, reached for the night lamp and flicked it on.

Looking down at the floor, you were surprised to see the box for yourself before Jack took it in his hands. Now, there was just silence. Jack hadn’t moved an inch and so did you. You two kind of just sat there.

“Shit,” Jack finally mumbled and looked at you, noticing how your eyes never left the box. Your heart stopped in your chest because you knew what this was. You were containing your happiness just in case it wasn’t what you were thinking.

“This wasn’t how I wanted you to find out,” he mumbles under his breath and turns to you. A sigh escaped his mouth as there was no turning back now. He got off of bed and kneeled down in front of you, opening the box to reveal a beautiful golden ring.

“I know it’s not romantic—and probably not the way you would expect someone to propose… but I’m doing this because I truly love you. And I can’t live without you,” he pauses and gulps down with nervousness, “you are my whole world, so… will you marry me?”

The breath you had been holding finally snapped as you pushed yourself forward once again, embracing Jack and smiling brightly to the point where your cheeks hurt. “Of course,” you say as you pull his face towards yours, lips crashing together in a passionate kiss. You didn’t care if this wasn’t in a fancy restaurant or in public. You were just happy that the love of your life proposed to you.

“I love you so much,”

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So I'm playing new vegas for the first time (technically second) but I'm in freeside doing the door guard for the van graffs and I turn to look at simon...only to see Arcade making direct eye contact with Simon staring him down.

So im writing for my courier and arcade and losing my absolute mind. Like im writing it but how am i writing this idk. I forgot that writing is fun. also its horrifically gay with the most sickeningly sweet fluff drowning in gore as the descriptors. I NEED to share this once it's done.

I know i said i was going to draw a mini comic of the crap Arcade keeps doing in my game. But i got distracted by the idea of my courier in pin up art. uhhhh, Infernal as the nuka girl image <33 he looks amazing. Stay tuned should be done later... whenever that is. (I forgot to add the hip thrusters so im not even gonna show a wip sorry)

Happy birthday to me and here's some drawings