#MacCready fallout

[stoat-party]

Fallout + Text Posts pt. 2

Pt. 1 Pt. 3

[elanisha-art]

Playing fallout 4 again after like 7 years, here's a maccready

[shrkteeth]

my fave companions from fo4

[linxrouge4life]

HOLD UP!

Did anyone notice that that one line in First love/Late Spring that goes:

"And I was so young when I behaved 25..."

"And now I found I've turned into..."

"A TALL CHILD."

LIKE IT FITS SO WELL WITH HIM I CANT.

THE WAY HE LIKES COMICS LIKE A KIDDO DOES AND THAT STUFF HSKVDKDBJEBEJ.

My poor guy 😭😭

[thestraycat]

Sole Survivor singing about the dirt man until maccready walks in like "dude I think I night have killed the dirt man"

[hrefna-the-raven]

Heart for hire

Fallout masterlist - main masterlist

Summary: It has been some time ago since MacCready and you found each other when you first stepped into the Third Rail. On the same day, after a year, you met again, same spot, same time to cherish in the memory of your first encounter.

Warnings: none I think...

Notes: slightly off canon and I haven't played MacCready's affinity arc yet and no review, this was typed and posted^^ living on the edge despite constant anxiety *whoop whoop* xD

Part 1

Robert spotted you as soon as you walked down the stairs, wearing the exact same blue vault suit you had donned a year prior when you first stumbled into Goodneighbor. A genuine grin unfurled on his face as you casually ambled towards him. The notion that, after all that happened with Lucy, he was fortunate enough to discover love again, still seemed surreal to him. But he knew better than to turn away from the blessing that slept 210 years in a vault only to find him shortly after waking up. Your steps halted in front of the table he was sitting at, humming innocently to yourself as your gaze trailed over his figure. From his seat, MacCready lifted his gaze, his eyes squinting marginally as he mustered all his fortitude to maintain a neutral expression.

"If you're preaching about the Atom, or looking for a friend, you've got the wrong guy. If you need a hired gun… then maybe we can talk."

A soft chuckle echoed within you as he reiterated the same statement he had flung at you one year ago.

"What makes you think I'd be an Atomite? And who knows? Maybe you'd want me to be your friend?"

He snorted softly, the corners of his lips curling into a familiar amused smile from back then. His little vault dweller sauntering through the Third Rail, tossing back her audacious retort with the same bravado.

"I don't make friends", he threw back at you playfully, followed by a flirtatious wink, "I fear we'd get too close and our lips might accidentally touch."

Innocently, you shrugged, drawing a chair beside him and settling down. You evaded his look as if it were a blazing inferno, fearful of being consumed by its flames, incapable of continuing the little teasing game the two of you were playing.

"Oh you know, I was told that accidents tend to happen quite a lot in the Commonwealth."

Grinning devilishly, you reached for his beer, took a hearty gulp before putting it back on the table, finally holding his gaze. His face contorted into a mock surprise, melodramatically placing a hand over his heart.

"The nerve of you!"

You signaled to Whitechapel Charlie for another round and shifted closer to MacCready, inhaling deeply to steady your nerves as you savoured the unique blend of Gwinnett pils and gunpowder that marked his scent.

"You seem a little young to be a hired gun. Tell me your story and the next few drinks are on me."

Charlie's interrupted you, the robot hummed cheerfully as he placed the beverages on the table and disappeared again. Robert exhaled sharply, consuming half of his beer in a single gulp to steady his nerves.

"First you're drinking my beer, and now you want to hear my life story… What's next? My social security number?", he quipped.

You chuckled at his comment, your heart almost melting at the fact that he would remember the little things you told him about the life you lead before the war.

"I'm simply intrigued by this handsome man sitting all alone in a place like this, plus I have no other engagements for tonight, so if you'd be so kind and satisfy a lady's curiosity", you whispered enticingly, your fingers playing around the bottle's neck, moving up and down before taking a drink.

The more your fingers played with the bottle, the more MacCready found himself fixated on them, suppressing an urgent groan that welled up in his throat.

"Handsome man, huh? Well, there's not much to tell… stuck in Little Lamplight, never knew my parents."

He finished off his drink, releasing a contented sigh as the mild buzz from the alcohol gradually spread through his body. A calm evening, no impending disaster in sight, there was no other place in the whole Wastelands he'd prefer over this very spot.

"My, my, what a tragic story", you gently stroked his shoulder, your fingers leisurely tracing a path down his torso, "but the poor handsome merc hasn't told me his name yet. Or is that as mysterious as his past?"

Your hand settled flat against his chest, sensing his heart rate quickening beneath your touch. His lips quivered subtly under your gaze, struggling mightily to suppress the temptation to kiss you.

"That's a mystery for you to figure out", he leaned closer to you and whispered, "but I have that very close friend who calls me Mac."

A soft laugh escaped your lips as you recalled the moment you had chosen that nickname for him when he first revealed his name. It took him some time to get used it, persistently expressing his displeasure at the moniker you had chosen until the day his heart succumbed to your affection. Since then, the once hated nickname became the song your heart sang to his each day, a tender tune he would never tire of. MacCready felt the threat of drowning within the craving sea of his desire for you, the screaming of his longing for you grew deafening, making it impossible for him to continue denying your lips. His arms wrapped around your waist, drawing you from your seat to his welcoming lap, as his lips passionately locked with yours. Only when breath became a necessity did you part, gasping and laughing softly as you affectionately rubbed your nose against his.

"Having met you, having you this close to me has made me happier than I've ever been before", he murmured, his face nestled in the curve of your neck.

A year ago, he lingered alone in the Third Rail, drinking to numb his mind, a desperate attempt to escape the sad truth of a dead wife and a son in the merciless grip of an unknown plague, well aware that the gunners might show up and finally put a bullet through his head to end his despair-ridden existence. But instead a different kind of trouble found him that night, the kind of trouble that would plant its roots in his heart, flourishing and growing into the most beautiful thing he could have never dreamt of. It took him quite some time to finally see the true blessing of you choosing to annoy him that night, stubbornly clinging to his side and dragging him along while fighting for the freedom of the people in the Commonwealth and to free your son from the clutches of the Institute. You were the silver lining on his horizon, the sunshine he had eagerly waited for after enduring numerous calamities in his existence. His thoughts fleetingly flitted back to the silver ring he had spotted in Fallon's basement shop back in Diamond City. Maybe he'd quickly drop by tomorrow, praying that it had not yet been purchased by someone else in the meantime. He had not yet planned on how exactly he'd ask you How he would propose was yet to be determined, but his conviction was unwavering - he desired, no he needed, you to be his wife, being bound together in love. Eventually, he dreamt of a time when your sons both would reunite with you and in good health, finally enabling you both to enjoy the serene family life that both of you longed for.

Feel free to reblog if you enjoyed the story :)

[ghoul-foolery]

Posting the littlest of pieces from Dirty Windows Ch. 53 in the littlest font for WIP Wednesday because fucking kill me I have been stuck in uncreative mode for ages.

In the silence that followed MacCready sighed, “Fuck.”

It wasn’t followed up by a hasty correction; no ‘frick’, no ‘heck’. The fuck was firm. The fuck was resolute. The fuck was final. For as long as Hancock had known MacCready, he’d always made an earnest effort to veer away from the swearing, and correct himself when he made a misstep. In even the most insignificant moments, no matter the crowd, MacCready would make the correction.

Perhaps MacCready letting the ‘fuck’ stick should have been a bigger cause for concern. Maybe some sort of ill omen. They entered the building regardless.

And it was a fucking bloodbath.

[med-ex]

WHY DID MY ASS TOTALLY WIPE MACCREADYS SAD ASS BACKSTORY OFF MY MIND I NEED TO PLAY FO4 AGAIN CLEARLY😭

[lelelego]

lookit all these friends :^)

[stoat-party]

Morning mungos, this is a Lucy Lamplight appreciation post.

She saved his life? Aw??

She was born… in Lamplight? As in, to a 15-year-old?

She became a full medic at seven??

Red is her sister?

(Bumble is also her sister according to her entry)

A compilation of wonderful Lucy lines:

And two very cute exchanges with MacCready:

Also an ongoing romantic rivalry with Princess which is adorable.

Final note: According to some very tenuous canon from Fallout Shelter Online, she seems to have met MacCready on the outside while they were both hunting the same deathclaw to protect her village. So she continued to be awesome and was definitely an amazing mother.

[alicewav]

Guys I forgot to share

[protosymphonette]

you can't be saying that White Baby.

[somethingaboutmint]

If i had a dollar for everytime i drew characters on like a nondescript vaugely bar like background arguing about milfs id have 2 dollars which isnt a lot but it is a bit weird that i did it twice i should examine that

[queam]

Fallout 4 slop drop

[thestraycat]

Anyway, I've always loved the idea that maybe the lone wanderer is the one who helped maccready after he outgrew little lamplight

Like proper took him under their wing, brought him with them when they went to new vegas and then Boston

[roosterm3at]

If you're wondering why this is 2 days late I'm blaming these idiots for not getting their Christmas card sent out on time

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