#maccready x reader

[everydayyoulovemeless]

Hi! I really like your writing!

Can I request a MacCready x reader where he's patching you up? If possible, can he be denying/ ignoring being in love with you, too?

Wounds ↠ MacCready x Reader

➼ Word Count » 0.7k ➼ Warnings » None ➼ Genre » Romantic, Pinning ➼ A/N » Sorry for the wait, love! I couldn't figure out how I should write him for the longest time, and I still don't feel like I did him much justice, but it's done!

You never imagined that your relationship with the sniper would evolve into anything more than business partners. He made it clear from the start that he didn't have any intention to be your friend. You paid him, he did his job, and that's all the two of you would ever be - until you ran out of currency, that is.

You can remember the exact moment you walked into the Third Rail. A pile of newly attained caps in your pocket that jingled together whenever you jostled your leg too quickly. It was a wonder how you managed to make it that far into town without being mugged, but you supposed the vibrant welcoming from the Mayor himself had more to do with it than you actually appearing as a threat to anyone.

You only wandered into the VIP section out of curiosity. You'd always been a sucker for bar fights, so when you heard an argument brewing up in the back, you couldn't help but be a bit nosy about it.

"You have to tell me when something like this happens." He chided, inspecting the gash on your leg with evident concern. "It's too dangerous out here for you to be ignoring something like this."

"Don't get soft on me." You teased, jerking your leg back at the sting that came when he began pouring water on top of the wound.

You knew you probably shouldn't be joking around at a time like this, but what else could you do? You hated the thought of burdening your companion like this, and after you were so close to arriving at Sanctuary too.

His eyes flickered up to meet your own for a minute before casting them back down at the blood he was washing off your body, "I'm not." He hissed, "I'm making sure my only source of caps stays alive."

You hummed in response, "It's only a scratch. It's not like I'll die. Once we make it back to Sanctuary, I'll have Curie take a look at it, and we'll be back on the road."

"Yeah, well, until then, I'm going to make sure you don't get an infection."

You winced again from the feeling of cold water roughly scrubbing at your wound before gazing apologetically at him.

"I'm fine Mac, really," You said, "It's been healing fine on its own for the past couple of days now"

He takes his hat off of his head and runs a stressed hand through his hair.

He did that same motion in the bar where you'd found him, right after Winlock and Barnes were done confronting him. It made you frown slightly when you saw it.

"Are you.. ok?" You asked slowly, resting a hesitant hand on his shoulder, worried that you might've upset him.

"Are you ok?" He retorted, gesturing vaugely toward your injury.

"I feel fine. Really. I'll be able to make it to the settlement without any support." You assured him - or at least tried to, he didn't seem to be feeling any less concerned, though.

"I just - why didn't you tell me?"

"I knew you'd stress about it." You sighed, "It's nothing, ok? I'll be ok for the time being. Once we're there I'll go straight to the Medic house, alright?"

"Whatever." He muttered, "Come on, I'll carry you on my back until we can get you too a real doctor."

You scoffed playfully, "You're too scrawny to-"

"Get on." He spoke, cutting you off. "I want to get there before it gets dark."

You stared at him for a moment before letting out a sigh and grasping onto his shoulders.

He slotted his arms under your knees carefully, and it was clear by the way he moved over debris that he was trying his hardest not to jostle you too much.

His actions only brought you back to the day you had met. You smiled to yourself as you remembered him counting the caps you'd handed to him before he explained he wouldn't be caring for you in any capacity. He was a bodyguard, not a member of the Minutemen. If you couldn't patch yourself up, then there'd be no reason for him to stay.

You supposed something must've changed between then and now, as he did the one thing he told you he wouldn't.

"What are you breathing in my ear for?" He asked defensively. You could feel his face heating up ever so slightly as you rested your head on his shoulder.

You smiled a little wider, "No reason."

[gogogodzilla]

day 12, public sex

robert joseph maccready x reader warnings: nsfw 18+, creampie, unprotected sex, slight dirty talk, afab reader kinktober ☠︎︎ main masterlist ☠︎︎ read on ao3

It wasn’t often that you spent the night in Goodneighbor. However, you were in the area and couldn’t resist Magnolia’s siren song. The drinks at the Third Rail were shit but the company was one of a kind.

There you sat, leaning into MacCready’s space as you drank. You spoke in hushed whispers and stolen glances, and his cheeks were dusted pink. At around midnight, you were dragging him out the door. 

“Let’s get some air,” you’d whispered against the shell of his ear, hand dancing across his thigh. Your heart was pounding as you led him through the alleyways of Goodneighbor, stealing a kiss or two along the way. 

You stood in a particularly deserted alleyway, the cramped space bathed in shadows. The sounds of Goodneighbor’s nightlife had faded, and it was just the two of you under the wasteland sky. 

Your breath caught in your throat as MacCready stepped closer. You mirrored his steps backward until your back hit the brick wall behind you. His hand gently cupped your cheek, and he closed the distance between you. 

The kiss was tender but it quickly morphed into something more. Something hungry. You pulled him impossibly closer by the lapels of his duster. He gripped your hips, and you didn’t doubt that there would be bruises by there tomorrow. 

You moved to wrap your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. You ran a hand through the hair at the back of his head, tugging lightly on the strands. He groaned into your mouth and slid his tongue against your bottom lip. A shudder of pleasure ran through you as his hands wandered down and squeezed your ass. He traced his tongue across the backs of your teeth, and you gasped. 

MacCready pulled away, leaving you panting into the night air. He pressed a sloppy kiss against the side of your neck as he slid one of his thighs between your legs. He sunk his teeth into the space where your shoulder met your neck, and you rocked your hips against his thigh. He sucked a love bite into the sensitive area of skin. 

You reached a hand between the two of you and pawed at his belt, your fingers clumsy thanks to MacCready’s teasing. He pushed a hand under your shirt, fingers splaying across your ribcage and moving to knead your breast. You bit your lip, barely stifling your desperate moans. 

You forced yourself to focus enough to completely undo his belt buckle and pants. You dipped your hand under the waistband of his briefs, fingertips brushing against his cock. MacCready groaned against the crook of your neck once you finally touched him, wrapping a hand around his length. 

You stroked him slowly, throwing a glance over to where the alleyway led to the rest of Goodneighbor. You weren’t too close to be in plain sight, but it only took one curious member of the Neighborhood Watch to catch you two in the act. 

“Wh- what if they see us?” MacCready stuttered out, following your train of thought and calculating the odds of getting caught. 

You pick up your pace and use your free hand to unbutton your own jeans. “Guess we better be quick,” you replied, mouth curving into a devious smile. 

MacCready’s movements were hurried as he pulled away and turned you around. He wrapped his arms around you and unzipped your pants, allowing him to yank them, along with your underwear down to your knees. You gasped as your bottom half was exposed to the cool night air. He slid a finger through your folds, and you sunk your teeth into your bottom lip, muffling the whine that threatened to escape you. 

He slipped his cock through your folds, gathering your slick. You pressed your cheek against the brick wall. He gripped the plumpness of your ass as he ground against you, hitting your clit with every drag. 

“Need you, Mac,” you whimpered out, hands splayed out against the wall to steady yourself. 

He was quick to oblige you and angle his cock up to your entrance. He agonizingly pushed inside you. The way he stretched you was exquisite, and you let out a high-pitched mewl.  MacCready covered your mouth with one of his hands, the other gripping your hip like his life depended on it. 

“Gotta be quiet,” he hissed as he rutted into you, punctuating each word with a thrust of his hips. 

He pressed feverish kisses to the side of your neck as he reached a hand around to rub tight circles against your clit. You let out a breathy moan against his hand and pushed your hips back against his. The alleyway had filled with the noises of skin slapping and the wet sounds of your heat. 

MacCready’s thrusts became sloppier as he grabbed your jaw and turned your head so he could kiss you. With one final stroke, you were coming undone over his cock. MacCready wasn’t too far behind you as his his stuttered against yours. 

His release painted your walls and dripped down your thighs as he slowly pulled out of you with a shuddering breath. He rubbed a soothing hand over your hip as you came down from your high. 

“That’s not how I pictured tonight going,” he chuckled nervously as he helped you get situated. 

You laughed, straightening your blouse. “Really? Because that’s exactly how I pictured tonight going.” 

With that, you took him by the hand and led him out of the alley. MacCready’s ears turned red as he let you tug him toward Hotel Rexford. The night was still young, after all. 

[mintsalsa]

relationship hcs — maccready

a/n: please someone get homeboy therapy ...

(nsfw below cut!)

★ ! sfw

maccready falls for you fast and hard

it's like going down a slope, when you begin to lose your footing and trip over your own feet in the process

he's been through a lot in his rather short life, things a lot of people didn't even get to experience

and while he's definitely everything but weak-willed, his past tends to catch up with him on particularly cold nights

when he learns of your story, he immediately feels a strange pull towards you

you can relate to each other so well, both having lost your spouses and having set out into the unforgiving wasteland to save your children

maccready is hesitant to open up at first - he's not used to expressing his emotions anymore

he's suspicious, too, a little bit

some lone vault survivor genuinely interested in him, his life, his feelings? weird

and after all, he's just a gun for hire anyways ... right?

but whenever you smile at him from across the campfire when he talks about duncan or the way your fingers seem to burn their marks into the sleeves of his coat when he finally mentions lucy lights a fire in the pit of his stomach

he admires the way you carry yourself and how there's always a quick-witted response stuck to the back of your throat

and, even though he won't admit it, he feels inspired by you - by your willingness to help people, to make the commonwealth a better place

for a long while there's so much awkward flirting between the two of you

you love cracking jokes and talking smack about the people in the upper stands of diamond city together

and, even though you reciprocate his teasing, maccready can't quite convince himself that you could feel the same about him

he goes through many sleepless nights, with you sleeping just a couple feet away from him, his thoughts somersaulting around in his head

you finally kiss him on a cloudless night under the stars, when he jokes about how that one trader in bunker hill assumed you two were married

you swear you can feel his brain short circuit

as much as he's grown used to the action of the battlefield, what he enjoys most is just sitting with you around some candles in sanctuary reading grognak the barbarian, an ashtray and a couple bottles of wine in between the two of you

he always holds you impossibly close at night (sometimes the nightmares still come back)

maccready can't wait for you to meet duncan - and to finally have the perfect little family he's always looked for

★ ! nsfw

he's an eager lover for sure, sometimes that makes him a little hasty

definitely more on the sub side as well

he loves you so much and wants nothing more than to be close to you - to feel your skin against his and your lips on his own

dare i say he's a bit desperate?

while he has some experience he's still exploring his own tastes, and most of the time he's open to trying new things if you suggest them

one thing i think is a thing with him is gunplay - the paradox of it can really get him going

he doesn't have a ton of stamina but he absolutely makes up for it in enthusiasm

he just can't believe he gets to be with you, and when you're alone his hands are all over your face, your body, in your hair, almost like he fears you could go up in smoke any second

afterwards you'll curl into each other, and he holds you so, so tight in the most loving embrace

© 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘴𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘢 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘳

[rzyraffek]

Fallout4 characters with teen!sole

Bestie you are litteraly describing one of my oc's! Of course its purley platonic😊 teen!sole is also from valut and was in fidge for last 200years. I refer to them as 'kid' bcs thats how some of characters would probably treat them anyways. Also its a screenshot vuz I accidentally deleted the ask and luckily had some sort of proof

Maccready

The only guy here with any expirence with kids

Dad vibe

Type of guy who says "We need to cut it off" after Sole tells him their hand hurts

Will teach them how to shoot, hunt ect

Also scold them every time they talk with any shady people??? Like he really doesnt want them to end up like him with whole 'gunners incident'

He thinks that Sole would get along with Duncan well!

If Sole calls him 'dad' mans gotta be so happy

Deacon

Secretly worried about their saftey, like Commonwealth is dangerous place for trained adults, and for kids ESPECIALLY ones who have no knowlage about defence or weapons

But he never shows his worries, just hangs around being cool dude he is😎😎

Rich cousin/uncle vibe

You like this cool hat you saw like week ago? Boom see it apear inside your closed 2days later

His love language (quick remidner that love also can be platonic🙄😎) is giving them little gifts when they don't see him or leaving notes with remiders on them ^^

Quick reminder that he and his wife wanted to have kids! So yeah Sole makes him wonder if thats how it feels to have kids tbh

If Sole calls him 'dad' bro will freeze and panic, probably pretending that he thought that was a joke but he's sweating so hard rn

Hancock

Wtf a child? Here?

Bestie you really shouldn't be here

If Sole is in this cringy teen phase when they do drugs/cigarettes, watch him say stuff like "drugs=bad" meanwhile taking some mentats

Your friendly local drug dealer vibe

Dude gonna teach them how to manipulate assholes, trow knifes, gaslight and still look stylish

If Sole ever tells him about their parents he will be angry, like ??? Why would anyone do anything to a kid???

He will litteraly pay fahrenheit to watch them when he's busy

Preson

"Fire, pretty sky and a lot of storytelling in middle of nowhere" vibe

Im 100% sure he knows how to play on guitar and will try to teach them

He will try to act mature and lead them to the right path but he won't try to be their "new perent" unless Sole is clear that they see him as father figure, he will never even bring this up.

When they call him 'dad' mans will be the happiest minuteman in history. Also if kid will even mention their past caretakers he will just tell them to forget about them cuz they aren't coming back and they are never going to hurt Sole anymore

Gage

How on earth some kid killed Colter? No one knows but Gage is impressed.

He gets annoyed by lack of knowlage and skills, ye ye he gets that they are like 13 or something but come on hes not going to do anything for them. Huh what do you mean you are from valut? Before the war?? Damn kid and im happy to be alive. Stop lying

*sighs* "jesus boss let me do it"

Older brother vibes.

"How many times i have to tell you, dont hang out with pack members they have bad influence on you AND do not even think about going near Nisha"

He needs to learn ALOT he dumped his family and even if he had younger siblings he never really took care of anyone, never, so yeah it is challenging

If Sole somehow calls him 'dad' they were probably incredibly tired or something very emotional happened. No matter how it happend Gage will ignore it and later overthink when Sole wont be around, like ??? Me??? Gee what kind of parental figure this kid had?? Should I check on them more often??

Danse

Uhh erm a child ee greeting?

Akward

At first he sees Sole as lil civilan and just tells them where to find nearest safe place/diamond city cuz hes very very busy and cant take care of child while on duty. If kid hangs around more he will probably warm up

Of course he will ask about their parents but when Sole tells him some upsetting stuff he won't ask again, he won't tell them to go home either. He will just idk let them vibe

I can imagine Sole just tagging along his missions by just begging him to hang out with them constantly. They quickly get along. Very lonley soldier and kid who lost everyone.

One of those 'depressed dude adopts random child he found in middle of knowhere' prompt

When Sole calls him 'dad' he gonna get emotional fr fr pls civilan he's on duty he cant cry rn 😭

Yall I loved writting for gage i might do part 2 with Gage just trying to figure out how kids work. Also another pole cuz I still have no clue how to delete those on phone. And as always, I used x reader tags ONLY to reach bigger audience 🦊

[bigfan-fanfic]

Inoculation (Institute!Sole Survivor Reader x MacCready)

Can you do a fic with Institute Sole Survivor and MacReady being domestic with Duncan in the Institute? Having a conversation about raising Duncan and they reassured each other about their situation

Free time is... a relatively foreign concept for MacCready.

Out There... you always have to be doing something.

Foraging, boiling water to purify it, watching out for Raiders or Feral Ghouls or something.

And your moments not spent in direct activity are spent in resting and recharging for more of the same.

But here in the Institute...

MacCready compulsively brushes off the white jumpsuit he wears, the black lines designating him a part of the SRB division. These may be the cleanest clothes he's ever worn, and he still worries about getting them dirty.

Some of the SRB brainiacs gave MacCready dirty looks the first few days - until they saw him in Advanced Systems with a plasma rifle.

Now he's an asset. One of them. They're glad to have him on their side.

No one could say he gets a pass just because he's sleeping with the Director.

They said from the start that he's your husband. It eases their sensibilities, and MacCready's happy that it keeps anyone else from flirting with him.

But in any case, the people in the Institute are quite free with their time - they take breaks, have long lunches, and everyone gets to leave to pick up their kids from school.

MacCready will sometimes have nearly an hour to kill before Duncan gets out of the school.

It's hard to have time to think. Thinking was counterproductive to survival before. You avoid having time on your hands to contemplate all the horror.

But here, there's just... everything's clean. The air is crisp, carefully filtered. It's temperature controlled. Just cool enough.

"Out here all by your lonesome, Mac?" Your hands slip around his waist, and you kiss him on the cheek. MacCready closes his eyes and basks in the sudden solidity you bring him. "What's wrong? You been thinkin'? I told you to cut that out, you'll hurt yourself-"

MacCready looks at you. "You get out early, Director?"

"Yeah. Figured we'd do somethin fun with Duncan."

"Hmm..."

"Mac..."

"Don't get me wrong - I like it here. I like that Duncan can grow up... safe. Actually safe. I guess... I just wonder if it's worth it. Not seeing the sun."

"We can take him out when he's older. When it's safer. Give my operations a chance to work. Let's give the water the chance to be cleaned and the Commonwealth at least to be cleared and de-rad-i-fied."

"And how are you holding up there, Boss? Been a while since you... you know. Took over from, uh, Father, and uh... took charge."

"Yeah. I worry. Am I like he was? Am I doing better? Am I crazy? And then balancing this all out with Duncan..."

"Duncan loves ya. And I guess... we'll just have to wait and see on the rest of it, yeah?'

Another kiss, until-

"Ew." Duncan smirks as he approaches.

MacCready chuckles. "You watch it, little bugger. I'll remember this when you get old enough to kiss."

Duncan runs ahead to get home.

He's safe. We're safe. I promise."

[randoimago]

Hey there! This is smilar to the radscorpion ask you got a while back, but this is like a dream of mine so jrnfjdn-

Anyways, how would the companions react to Sole having a pack of deathclaws in FO4? They basically act like dogs with them, but when ordered to attack....yeah it's not great for the victim lol. Like one day said companion is being overrun by Super Mutants and Sole calls from behind the group with "Oh boys~!" In a sing-song voice from atop their largest deathclaw and they start decimating the super mutants while Sole sits back with the companion fixing up their injuries

S/O Having a Pack of Death Claws as Pets

Fandom: Fallout 4

Characters: Cait, Curie, Paladin Danse, Deacon, Hancock, Robert Joseph Maccready

Type of Request: Headcanons

Notes: Considering there’s like 10 companions for Fallout, I’m going to do some of this in this one and then the rest in another post!!

Cait thought she gave up drugs but something must've doused her with the bullshit she's seeing. Just lots of disapproval, those things are going to kill you both S/O! Stop looking like a proud parent and fucking run!

Curie hasn't been in the Wasteland too long so seeing the pack of deathclaws seemingly help you two is nice. She didn't realize there are friendly ones! Does this mean she can pet them? She would love to pet one of your deathclaws.

Danse greatly disapproves. You're relying on a pack of deathclaws to not give into instinct and rip the two of you to shreds? Sure, they're distracted by the enemy now. But he is not going to stick around for when they're looking to him as the next meal.

Deacon plays along. Sure they're pets. Of course they're listening to your orders to kill the Super Mutants, not because those guys are fighting hard. But hey boss, while the Deathclaws are distracted you both should sneak away. Wouldn't want to kill the Mutants instead and put them out of a job.

Hancock thinks it's the drugs. It has to be the drugs. There's no way that many deathclaws haven't killed you both by now. He doesn't care if you say they're pets. They're not real, he's just high.

Fu- dge you if you think Maccready is sticking around with what's going on. He's not risking his life for any goddang Deathclaws no matter how trained you claim them to be.

[fandom-go-round]

Could you do shy reader hinting at sex scenarios with Danse, Gage, Hancock and MacCready?

Warnings: Sex, Sexual Situations, Teasing, Obliviousness, Implied Dom/Sub, Oral Sex, Public Sex, Begging, Implied Canon Typical Violence

Danse:

Danse is oblivious, especially if there’s a mission to be done. He has a bit of a one-track mind and gets absorbed in what you’re working towards. It’s great when you’re looking to get more supplied or hunt down raiders. Less so when you’re trying to hint at sex. And have been hinting at sex for over a week now.

He only really gets the hints if others point them out or if you get really desperate. He’ll completely deny it if Hancock teases him, or Nick gives him the side eye but it will prompt him to talk to you about it. When you confirm that you’ve been trying to get his attention all week, he’ll get embarrassed but suggest that you go somewhere private.

Danse likes to take his time if the two of you are going to have sex. He’s a bit of a romantic at heart and he wants your time together to be meaningful. It’s sweet to have him shower you with kisses and his fingers but it can also be maddening. You’ll have to beg if you want him to go faster and he’ll eagerly let you set the pace. You’re the boss here and he’s not going to complain about that.

Gage:

Gage is torn between thinking it’s really cute and shaking his head. How long have the two of you been together? And you’re still so shy? He loves it but it is kind of funny. He notices right away when you start hinting at sex, letting you get more creative as time goes on. He especially loves it when you lean over and stick your ass out; a great view and an excuse to pinch.

He turns it into a game of how long he can pretend that he doesn’t notice while leaving hints that he really does. He’ll ignore you leaning in closer but then drags his fingers over your sensitive spot in the next conversation. Gage will rev you up as much as you rev him up and it’s all in good fun. It can get frustrating when he doesn’t go to the next stage even if you both know he knows.

Gage loves it when you beg and these are moments that he craves. You between his legs, not looking him in the eye but whimpering out ‘please’ as you tug on his pants. Nothing is as big of an ego boost than you on your knees and he loves every second of it. Play by his rules and you’re in for a fantastic night.

Hancock:

Oh he knows the minute that you start hinting at sex. He can look at you and know that you’re aching for him. Is that going to get him to do anything? Depends on how generous he’s feeling. He loves a good chase and if you’re with him, chances are you do too. He likes to flirt and tease and he’ll give as good as he gets.

He loves to tease you and get you flustered, especially if you turn away and try to ignore him. His jokes with get dirtier and his praise will get more suggestive as time goes on. The others might scold him for being too up front but he truly does mean most of what he says. If you flip the script and say something back to him, a teasing comment or sexy reply, Hancock shuts right up, getting flustered himself. He knows that you’re attracted to him but some days it still surprises him.

Sex happens one of two ways. He’ll either crack, after a fight or some other high stakes incident. You get a perfect shot between the eyes, and it was the sexiest fucking thing and he has to eat you out right then and there. Or you hint at sex and he makes it more romantic, getting you dinner and finding a place with nice sheets. Both ways show that he cares, it just depends on what’s available at the time. Let this man between your legs and you will never be disappointed.

MacCready:

He’s somewhere in the middle; he might not notice right away that you’re trying to hint at sex but he will figure it out. MacCready is rusty when it comes to flirting but he does enjoy it. He’s not as big a tease as Hancock but he will hold out on you for a little while.

He really enjoys touching you, everything from innocent to sexual. Giving your shoulder a squeeze, holding your hand, pulling you out of harms way; MacCready could die a happy man if his hands were on you. It can drive you crazy how much he doesn’t seem to notice he’s turning you on. His hand will rest on your thigh and start rubbing circles without him realizing and you’re dying on the inside.

MacCready loves nothing more than when you get demanding. Grab him by the jacket and tug him into a room and he’s all yours. Alternatively, he likes to make you come to him, smirking and crooking his fingers at you. He makes up for his teasing by getting you off as many times as you’d like. He might play dirty but you’re always going to end up on the winning side.

[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.

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[whatanightmaregrinch]

MacCready X Fem!Sole Survivor- quiet love

“I love you.” The words came tumbling from her lips before she could stop them, and it stopped Robert in his tracks. He turned to gap at her, jaw slack with shock. Sole looked back at him with a mirrored look of sheer panic, heartbeat hammering in her throat from the adrenaline. She thought she should have blushed, but instead all of the blood drained from her face.

They’d been sat in silence for awhile after stopping in at Sole’s home- and to MacCready? He was just using the time to check his ammo stock, checking the quality of each casing, looking for undesirable marks and damages. He’d laid his stuff out on the floor, sitting cross legged and hunched forward, glowering over his supply. It was never enough bullets for his liking, and he bit back a bitter resentment at the thought. This was not a task that brought him joy, and only served to frustrate him. Sole though, Sole was enraptured by him. His small frown, his little hat strewn on the floor and his hair messy from combing through it with his fingers from sheer frustration. His eyebrows furrowed in a deep concentration, Sole loved every part of it. They’d been travelling together for nearly a year now, and he’d trusted her so openly with his problems with the Gunners, and then Duncan, and Lucy; it was difficult not too admire the man. He’d been through so much in such a short time, but still went through the effort to gruffly shadow her through the wasteland, watching her back with extreme efficiency. His once bitter exterior had melted away, and he’d confirmed it was all her doing. She’d felt so overwhelmed by these feelings, so overjoyed by his presence, she’d forcibly told him before perhaps either of them were ready. I love you didn’t really cut it for her either, had she had more control over it, she would have been far less blunt. Far more honest about the way she felt protected, the way his sarcastic demeanour never failed to amuse her. They did everything together. Eat, sleep, travel- she didn’t want anyone else to fill his shoes, but what she said was nowhere near as eloquent.

The box of .45’s he was sorting through remained silent observers in her confession. His hands pressed into his thighs as he tensed, as if to say something to her- but she was already standing up and MacCready’s voice cracked as he tried to get her to stop, stop and slow down: but she’d already disappeared out of the side door to the house and out into Sanctuary. He was left alone then, still half crouching on the floor from his surprised reaction. His heartbeat served as the only noise in the room, and even that too eventually quietened into a steady thrum. By now he’d moved to the sofa, sat stiff as a board, unable to relax. His head was swimming, she really had him fu-.. messed up. She really had him messed up. He hadn’t been sure what time it was that she left him, but it was almost night time now, and he’d long ago cooled off from being angry with her- angry at her for leaving him alone to deal with these feelings; angry that he’d not reacted better. Now it was gone, replaced only by a worry in the pit of his stomach. Where had she gone? Was sitting here, waiting for her to come back even worth it? MacCready picked at his fingernails idly, before desperately looking out the window. It was pitch black now, and he couldn’t see beyond the glow of the light on the porch that she’d installed months ago. MacCready hated it, thought it attracted too much attention. She’d waved off his concerns, refusing to explain initially. She’d finally relented that she’d always wanted one as a girl, she thought they were a nice idea. So that you could see home before you got there, she’d said sheepishly. He’d not admitted to her that he’d relented then, and had started to think it was a nice idea too. There was something quite lovely about the way she’d explained their function, the way he could tell she’d desperately wanted a home, a safe space to come back too, even in a horrible place like the wasteland. He wanted that too, and there was a longing, a horrendous ache in his bones that demanded he share that with her, the frozen vault dweller who had melted the ice that had formed around his heart. Without question she had taken him to the Med-tek research building that had haunted him for so long; destroyed the ferals in their way to get the cure into his hands. He trusted her enough to tell her what he couldn’t too Lucy; and in a way, that had helped heal him. He missed her terribly, but Sole had help soothed the terrible voice within him that whispered that he should have perished there with Lucy, his beautiful wife. That maybe he did deserve happiness, and Sole was the reason for it. He’d never expected her to want anything more with him, and he was fine with that. She’d already given him and Duncan so much, time they didn’t have before: and he more than anyone understood the grief of a widow. She rarely talked about Nate, and maybe that was his mistake because he talked about Lucy often once he’d ripped the bandaid off and told her about his guilt.

He’d been so deep in thought that he didn’t hear the makeshift door open to Sole’s home, and a soft fall of footsteps as she slowly and carefully made her way in. Slinking back to finally face the music, or maybe to avoid the situation if she could, she eyed the doorway that led to her bedroom. If she could just get there, she’d be spared any sort of embarrassment she’d earned in her absence. She regretted being gone for so long, but she dared not find out from her companion how ruined their relationship was. The first few hours of her disappearance was spent vomiting behind the Red Rocket Truck Stop; and when she’d got rid of everything in her stomach, she dry-heaved for awhile, flushed and sweating. She’d become close to Robert, and just knowing how much he talked about Lucy was enough to send her right back to vomit-territory. Nate had taunted her for awhile then, feeling horrendous guilt for just hoping he felt the same. Confused at her feelings, her mind lingering on the way Nate would smile at her, comparing it to how MacCready did. Her heart tightened, wondering if he could see her from wherever Kellogg had sent him too. What would he say? Would he be ashamed of her for falling so hard for the mercenary? She racked her brain long and hard, the wedding band she no longer wore burned a hole through her jacket pocket the longer she lingered on the question. She washed her mouth out and brushed her teeth in the bathroom, splashing her face with water. She barely pulled it together to make the short journey back to Sanctuary, resigned to her fate. She didn’t know if she was over Nate, or if MacCready even returned her affections, but whatever came her way, she must have deserved in some capacity, she supposed with some cynicism. Lingering for just a moment, she attempted the crossing between the kitchen to the hallway, but her foot hit a particularly old floorboard, and it groaned loudly at her weight.

MacCready snapped to attention, almost launching himself off of the sofa wildly as his brain came to focus on Sole. She seemed vaguely surprised at his reaction, but before she could respond he surged forward, nearly stumbling over his feet to get to her. Her resolve started to crumble with each step he took, heart hammering. “Robert, I-..” she started, but he just threw his arms around her in a crushing hug, bringing her cold form to his. She made a noise of shock, her mind going blank of what she wanted to say. Her face now buried in his chest, her arms awkwardly settled around him. He smelled like gun oil and wisps of tobacco smoke, and she decided she didn’t mind it. MacCready held her tightly, almost worried she’d run right back out the door; never to be seen again. Once he’d held her enough that his anxiety siphoned away into something smaller, it started to turn into frustration. “You’re an idiot” he began quietly, stepping back to look her in the face, and she stiffened. “Going out by yourself in the open was a stupid, stupid risk.What would you have done if something had happened?!” His voice wavered, unable to keep the fear from his voice. She guiltily looked at their feet. “Sorry, I just..” she muttered, not wanting to refer to it directly, the unspoken question still between them. His gaze softened, and he searched the air for what he wanted to say. “I’ve never-.. well, I’ve never wanted to think about us as more than friends.” He stated, and her heart snapped. Her chest seized painfully, and she started to nod, already accepting his answer, and he frustratedly held a hand up, indicating he wasn’t done. “I never wanted to think about us as more than friends, because.. well, because I didn’t want to get my hopes up. With your husband, I didn’t think there would be a chance, but you didn’t exactly give me time to explain that.” He admitted, unable to resist commenting on her absence. Sole flushed, nervously trying to piece together what he was telling her, glancing up at his face as he spoke. “But uh, I really like you, Sole. A lot. You helped me get Duncan back, even when you had the whole world on your shoulders. I used to feel like there was nothing here for me, that the world was just one giant shi-.. uh, crapstorm after the other. But I don’t feel that way anymore. Thanks to you. And if you’ll have me, then-.. then I want to keep feeling good, and share that with you. Share myself, I mean.” He confessed, a blush steadily blooming in his cheeks, his blue eyes almost electric in the lowlight and contrasted to the furious flush that warmed his face. Her own blush crept up from her neck, trying to keep her tone measured as she spoke. “It might be difficult sometimes; but if you’re willing to be patient with me, I’d-.. i’d really like to make this work.” She said with wavering confidence. He audaciously leaned in, and pressed a quick kiss to her cheek, her letting out a soft gasp in shock. He grinned at her, and she couldn’t help but smile back, soft in their newly professed love. She didn’t have all the answers, but if MacCready was by her side, then she was sure she could do anything. If not, he’d have her back. There was no other way she’d rather it be.

[softrozene]

Comforting Synth Reader

@pagingdoctorbedlam​ requested: Roze, I only just realized you write for Fallout 4!!! If you feel inspired to do so, could you please grace us with some headcanons for how Nick Valentine, Danse, Piper, and/or MacCready would comfort a (GN!) reader who's just discovered that they're a synth? Thank you~!

m.m

Gosh, you have no idea how happy I am for finally doing this request! I love Fallout 4 so much so I am so glad you put this request in! I honestly loved the idea so much potential angst (I only did a wee baby amount for this though afldjal) and comfort being born from it ahhhhh Lol, anyway, I hope you enjoy this, Love! <3 (I just had to do them all because I love them all omg)

Danse, MacCready, Nick, and Piper x Reader (Gender-Neutral/Nonbinary)

Warnings: slight barely any angst, comfort, game spoilers.

Words: ~ 1,300

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Danse:

Oh my, oh my oh my – so this could go two ways depending on how he finds out

BEFORE he finds out himself that he is a synth, he will most definitely end up being hostile

It is just who he is, because he is so loyal to the Brotherhood of Steel (poor baby) and because he thinks he is human himself before he will just be not comforting at all

Now AFTER he finds out he is also a synth himself, that changes everything

He understands what it is like for your whole life to end up feeling like a lie, how everything feels like it is and isn’t, your whole world just turned upside down

He is the one that will be the most understanding in this situation then and that is only after he finds out himself, and how the Brotherhood of Steel betray him despite him being the most loyal one of the bunch beforehand

He went through the whole thing having his whole identity questioned, stripped away, and having to mourn whom he thought he was, but he made it through. He came to terms with what he was and the fact that he is still a living thing

He vows to help you through it all and promises to be there every step of the way, whether that means romantically or platonically as well

Danse will try to explain how he felt with his own human emotions through it and how he went through the grieving of his false self full of planted memories. He is so patient through this and very confident you will pull through too (honestly especially with him taking the lead due to him being used to it), he expects you to pull through and he will carry you emotionally if he has to

He doesn’t push anything, and he answers any and all questions you have throughout the process

You can confide in each other about the whole ordeal, and it makes your relationship stronger

Awkward gestures he tends to do to help you feel better includes the awkward placement of his hand lingering on your shoulder but it does turn into your thing lol

 Robert MacCready:

Honestly, I can only see this man comforting with some awkward attempts to cheer you up, wrong phrases or words that may come out more hurtful but he is trying

After of course, letting you mourn with this new information, and through all the shit you have been through together, Mac will push you to get over it, in a caring way of course

Example 1: “Who the hell gives a shit – crap – I meant crap – you’re a synth? I don’t. If anyone else does, I’ll put knock their teeth out. No one’s opinion matters.”

Example 2: “Don’t let this information make you second guess yourself. You know who you are. I know who you are. This doesn’t change anything for us.” Honestly, this one is sweeter and will definitely be said if you’re romantically involved

If he sees it really is getting to you, he may get your other friends involved, if they are allowed to know if you’re a synth or not though

He does understand the issue, especially with the Institute scaring everyone with all types of synths, so he does understand why you are freaked out and would feel your life is a lie with this information, he does care, and he tries to show you when he is protecting your back at all costs

He will bring up Duncan a lot more, but just to say how much his son will love you and he knows that will cheer you up big time

If he does catch someone giving you shit for being a synth, he will proceed to go through with his threat and knock their teeth out

He also tries to make sure no one says anything insensitive when you are around places that are on the untrusting side *cough Diamond City cough* but of course, he can’t always catch in time so when he sees that their comments about combining synths and the Institute with evil together, he will be a lot kinder in his words and actions after that and reassure you later that night

 Nick Valentine:

The one that shows instant sympathy at the very start

He may not understand the whole losing a part of yourself as you realize you are a synth immediately, but as a synth himself he knows what this means for you

It means a bunch of commonwealth people give you crap if they find out, their trust instantly falling, the looks and even actions that they may take upon you

Hell, he deals with quite a lot of bullshit himself, but thanks to him being a detective and helping all sorts of people, they were able to see him as not just a synth but someone caring about their problems

He also knows you will come back from this. Besides you have him and Elle on your side and he will stick with you through the worst of it, while Elle for the hell of it works with Nick and receives some backlash herself for doing so

To help comfort you, he will show you what being a synth really means

He is a 2nd generation synth and because he is a prototype, he does feel like you have it a smidge better, and he does not hesitate to tell you. Since you at least were not named after someone else and while your memories may not be your own, your feelings were and that is something he technically doesn’t have with his along with an original name

He definitely brings up the original Nick Valentine and though he has feelings towards that past, and obligations he has, he knows they might not really be his and for that, he does try to play it off

So, he may not completely understand what you are going through, but he does try his best and he will constantly remind you that the love you have for him, your friends, and your “family”, are all real and valid

He hopes to see you see that one day

 Piper Wright:

As for Piper, she is such a compassionate person, but with the way she writes the newspapers for Diamond City, her stance may be a bit difficult at first

She has nothing against synths, in fact, she loves the Railroad for what it does, helping synths and in a sense, helping people. She just doesn’t like how synths are mainly used by the institute so going by this, Piper is more than willing to comfort you in your time of need

In fact, Piper is heartbroken with you at the fact that almost all your memories are not really yours, but she does have Nick come along and help you if you so desire it

She also explains how she sees you, and that you are a good person because otherwise, she wouldn’t have been hanging out with you for so long, she sees something in you and that is all you, not what the institute or some synth card may or may not have programmed you to be

She will definitely still write articles about synths, but in a different light, she will still write about how much she hates the institute and to be aware of them – how they are the true boogeyman of the commonwealth, but she will also write about how some synths we know (definitely puts Nick on a highlight here) and how nice and understanding they are, how all they want is a life they can truly call their own

And that is her way of supporting you, comforting you, and making sure that you know you are loved synth or not

[enavi]

Dear Hearts and Gentle People Ch.6

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Y/N - your name

H/C - hair colour

S/C - skin colour

E/C - eye colour

" - Talking

' - thinking

A/N Heyyyy.... yeah no I dont have an excuse for why I havent done jack shit with this story I just forgot about it, but hey, I graduated highschool :D

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“Man, I don't know who you are but your timing’s impeccable. Preston Garvey, commonwealth Minutemen…”

Through the door stood a man, or rather Preston Garvey as he introduced himself as soon as they walked through the door. Closing the door behind them, leaving the dead bodies out and away from sight they nodded a greeting, their face twisted in exasperation and sarcastically spoke, “MInutemen? So now I'm travelling backwards in time?” 

Garvey did a small nod of his head, a little confused on what the person in front of him was implying but just went along with it. “Protecting people at a minute's notice” That was the idea. So I joined up, and wanted to make a difference. And I did, but… things fell apart.” he paused, shoulders slouching, while he didnt really show it on his face, it wasn't hard to tell he was exhausted. “Now it looks like I’m the last Minuteman left standing..”

Looking around they really didn’t see anyone else that looked the part, and they guessed the person who was laying in the front of the museum was probably one of the last of these Minutemen, aside from the man in front of them. A woman with black hair and a scowl on her face pacing back and forth on the ground, a man sitting on the ground next to her with his head in his hands. An old woman sitting on a couch that looked like it had seen better days, but that could be said for anything in the building, the dog they had followed laid near the woman's feet staring up at her. And to the other side of Garvey was a man in overalls and a pompadour, trying to hack the computer?

Exhaustion and confusion seemed to love creeping up on them as they let out a sigh, they’re still barely able to wrap their head around that it had apparently been over 200 years since the bombs fell, “The worlds changed so much. None of this makes sense.” they practically felt a headache coming on from the fact that they just had to kill people, sure Nate had given them tips on how to shoot a gun but they never thought they’d have to use it against other people. And now as they felt their adrenaline ebbing away the prominent cuts, bruises and possibly some shallow bullet wounds made their presence known. 

Forgetting the other people in the room they jumped a bit hearing Garvey speak up, “You alright? Listen. We need your help. And then maybe we can help you, huh?” He handed them a stimpack for the injuries, as they sat down on a metal cabinet. “What brought you out here?” sighing they thought back to what had transpired barely a day ago, or what felt like a day ago, time doesn't seem to be clicking in just yet. “That’s my business” they huffed out, the pain, both physical and mental, making them tight lipped, and they didn't know if they could honestly trust these people, not yet at least. 

Garvey let out a hum, “Alright, fine. Forget I asked, but we do need your help.” sighing he continued, “a month ago there were twenty of us. Yesterday there were eight. Now, we're five.” a tired anger rested in his tone, “first it was the ghouls in Lexington, and now this mess.” Ghouls? They didn’t know what they could be but now didn’t seem like the time to ask, “Tough break..” they wish they could have a more meaningful answer but they were running low on energy.

“You don’t know the half of it. Anyway, we figured Concord would be a safe place to settle. Those raiders proved us wrong. But… well, we do have one idea” he spoke hesitantly, “Well let's hear it” In response he looked towards the man mumbling at the terminal screen in frustration, “Sturges..” The once muttering man turned his head to look at them both quickly, “tell them”  The now named Sturges huffed as he turned fully around facing them, leaning on the desk he was first hunched over

“There's a crashed vertibird up on the roof. Old school, Pre-War. You might have seen it.” he crossed his arms, his voice now sounding more light and excited, “Well, looks like one of its passengers left behind a seriously sweet good, Im talking a full suit of cherry, T-45 power armour, military issue.” humming with a smile that subtly formed on their face, they reminisced back to when Nate had talked about being in power armour, and the serious protection that it gave a person. “I like it..” 

Giving a quick but nice chuckle Sturges continued, “yea.. I thought you might. Protection with an added bonus. Get the suit, and you can rip the minigun right off the vertibird, do that and those raiders get an express ticket to hell. You dig?” A small huffed laugh escaped them as Sturges motioned ripping the minigun off of its stand, “minigun, now we’re talkin’” the promise of better armour and high grade weapon made them perk up their body a little, bringing back some of that energy that was lost after the adrenaline high.

“I know right?” he said back, but the smile he had twitched into a small frustrated frown, “only there's one hitch.. The suits outta juice, probably been dry for a hundred years. It can be powered up again, but we're a bit stuck..” motioning for him to continue “so what's the solution?” standing up straighter he rubs the back of his neck in thought. Then Garvey steps up and says, “What you’ll need is an old Pre-War F.C, a standardised fusion core. Your high-grade, long term nuclear battery. Used by the military and some companies, way back when. And we know right where to find one..” then once again Sturges begins to talk, “But we can't get to the damn thing. It's down in the basement, locked behind a security gate.” Sturges started looking more exhausted as he went on, “look.. I fix stuff. I tinker. Bypassing security aint exactly my forte… you could give it a shot?” 

Nodding they turned back around and went all the way down once more, honestly it surprised them how quickly the bodies started to smell, moving more quickly and reaching the gate that had a generator working behind it they first looked at the lock, they didn't really have anything for those, no lock picks or even bobby pins that would work, so they went to the terminal just beside it.

While they were a lawyer, they also had friends in other departments that would work with decoding and opening terminals that were locked by criminals, so they had some idea what they were doing, and after a few attempts they managed to get the door lock to disengage. Pulling out the battery they proceed to walk back up, even with the stimpack in their system doing its job to repair the tears in the skin and muscle it still wasn't pleasant and the wounds still hurt as they walked. They really needed to make sure they kept their body in check.

Opening the door back up they waved the fusion core around lightly, and a smile was set onto Garvey and Sturges faces. “Well, alright. Maybe our luck is finally turning around. Once you jack the core into the power armour and grab that minigun, those raiders’ll know they picked the wrong fight. Good luck.” smiling they started to walk to the door on the other side of the room until the older woman spoke up

“now look who Dogmeat brought to us” they looked back then decided to talk for a bit, letting their body take a bit of a rest, besides, they haven't actually stopped since they awoke from the vault. ''So he’s your dog?” to which the woman just continued. They learned the woman, Mama Murphy as she refers to herself as, had something called “the sight” a bit odd, but at this point they didn't care, they nodded a goodbye and started to go through the door, til they heard her call out, “careful kid, there's.. Something coming, drawn by the noise and chaos. And it’s.. it’s angry”

….well then that's enough crazy old woman for one day.

They just did a quick nod and left, telling Dogmeat to stay. Opening up the door to see a crashed vertibird, and just like the others said there was the armour and minigun ripe for the taking. Popping in the fusion core, and hopping into the armour they could feel themselves gain strength, that or its placebo, either way it was more protection then what they had, going to the gun it ripped off the stand with a good tug. Then came a cry “Boss? Boss! We got somebody up here!” Then out came a raider on the rooftop across from them. Well now's a good time as any to try this thing, the minigun geared up and started spraying the bullets, and honestly (Y/n) was glad they put the armour on, they could just see the force of the gun slinging them back if it weren't for the extra stability the armour gave.

The gun made quick work of the guy, then they jumped off the roof, with minimal feeling of damage to their legs, the adrenaline kicked back in as they started shooting the raiders on sight, they didn't even hear what the raiders were shouting at them, just kept going through. That was until a loud bang was heard and a growling snarl came from the large sewer grate, and out came . .

. . WHAT THE FUCK  IS  T H A T?!

They didn't stay to find out, taking shelter in the open building next to them. Quickly climbing the stairs to the second floor, and peering out of the broken wall a lizard creature that was bigger then some tanks they’ve seen came roaring out. The damage the thing did to the people was gruesome, tearing them apart with teeth and claws, it made quick work of the people. And they were going to just let the two enemies wear themselves down, and it almost worked, until they saw Dogmeat running to the overgrown lizard dino thing…… 

‘Nope, no, nuh uh, are they really gonna do this? This is a terrible idea’..they jumped on the back of the lizard thing from the second story building. They're exhausted, haven't had coffee, been up for too long with no real rest, they're gonna make stupid decisions. Sue them. 

It started to try and buck them off, the only reason they were able to hold on was because of the armour. It steered away from the dog as it tried to shake off the person in its back. They lifted the minigun and started spraying bullets into the thing's neck. A rumbling roar was heard, and more violent jerks were made.

After a minute of the bullets practically drilling into the head of the beast, and a few close calls with its claws practically tearing off the metal armour plating on their legs like a tuna can the thing went down, its head basically holding on by the skin as the flesh of the neck is all but torn away from the bullets. Tumbling off the thing ungracefully they slumped against its body, hands and legs shaking, from adrenaline? The movement of the lizard thing and gun? They didn't know, didn't care. Laughs of disbelief and panic set in as they sat against the now cold and unmoving creature. Getting up before the adrenaline all but left them for a third or fourth time that day they entered the museum to find everyone in the main lower section. 

Getting out of the armour they hear Mama Murphy and Garvey arguing about something, (Y/n) really didn't pay attention to that, rather to the leg of their armour, torn to shreds, maybe they can get Sturges to help fix it? Sighing they walk over to the commotion, getting bits and pieces of the conversation. “She knows about it? More like she had one of her “visions” while stoned outta her gourd!” was a particularly loud one by the black haired lady, which was followed by more arguing then Sturges trying to break it up.

Ignoring that they went straight to Garvey, who looks more than a little relieved, “that was, a pretty amazing display. I'm just glad you’re on our side” he chuckled, then stopped as they started to shake more. He guided them to a wall to lean against, (Y/n) signing out a shaky thank you. “Will you all be okay now?” leaning beside them Garvey nodded, “We think so.. Mama Murphy found a promising spot, Sanctuary, I hope it lives up to its name.” he then thought for a bit, “would you want to join us?” they nodded, not only did they need to recoup, but they also needed to tell Codsworth of their findings with these people. Then from the side Mama Murphy started talking once more, “that's wonderful kid.. But there's more to your destiny, isn't there?” that got (Y/n)’s attention, “i've seen your destiny, and I know your pain. I can feel, your son’s energy he’s alive” 

In haste they step closer to the old, probably senile, woman. “Are you sure? Please, where is he? Can you tell me?” the woman sighs, “The sight aint always clear, but even I don’t need the sight to tell you where you should start looking, The great green jewel of the commonwealth, Diamond City” it felt like ants were under their skin, hands jittery, “who would help me, will my son be there?” The older woman reeled back, her expression turning into one of pity, “I’m sorry kid, that’s as much as I can manage. Maybe if you bring me some chems later the sight will paint a clearer picture?” that's when (Y/n) blanked out, they didn’t know if they should really listen to a woman who seems to be off her rocker but this is the most info they’ve gotten, any lead they’ve gotten. 

They almost didn’t feel Sturges hand tapping their shoulder as everyone was getting up and leaving for Sanctuary. So they hopped back into their power armour, and trailed behind.

Man they wanted to sleep..

[everydayyoulovemeless]

[MacCready Idolizes You]

➼ Word Count » 0.4k ➼ Warnings » None ➼ Summary » Headcanons based on how MacCready treats you once Idolized.

MacCready pulls you into the biggest hug after you help get the serum for him. He's so incredibly grateful and might even start crying into your shoulder if you hug him back.

The entire event has made him consider giving Duncan a middle name based on you, but he won't tell you that. Nevertheless, fully expect to take on the role of his Godfather/mother cause you've already been given it, whether you wanted to or not.

He likes to take borrow some of the magazines and comics you've collected. A lot of the time you'll find him just sitting in the corner flipping through them.

MacCready actually really likes to help the settlers with their farm. Every night he'll come over to your house and drop off some vegetables for you.

Likes to see how many gunners either of you can snipe within a certain time period. It's a therapeutic game for him.

He loves hiking across the Commonwealth with caravans and would gladly bring you along to camp and joke around with as you defended the traders.

MacCready loves going to pubs with you, even if neither of you ends up drinking. There’s just something so refreshing about sitting in a booth at the Dugout Inn and telling each other stories of your past.

Throws his hat on top of your head a lot.

He relies a lot on you to keep him in check on whether he’s being a good person or not. He feels like he's in the clear whenever you allow him around Shaun.

When you both feel ready, he’ll ask if he can bury the little toy soldier he gave Lucy with something sentimental of your spouse’s to really give them both the proper burial they deserved.

He’ll end up being your roommate whether you wanted him to or not. He can’t help but feel comfortable around you and in your home, so he just kinda moves in.

Just cause y’all are closer doesn’t mean he’s stopped being your hired bodyguard. Just keep it in mind anytime someone starts an argument with you.

He'll make a very sorry attempt at decorating whenever you dismiss him to a settlement. He tries his best, he's just horrible at interior design.

Very physically affectionate. He likes to throw his arm around you or even just simply pat your back whenever the two of you survived something dangerous.

Honestly, though, MacCready's just happy to have found a close bond like he remembered having at Little Lamplight. It means a lot that you've put up with him for this long and, at this point, there's nothing you could do to get rid of him.

[pryce0]

Early Mornings - MacCready x Male!Reader

gif by: @the-dragonborn-cums

word count; 511

summary; maccready silently expresses his love for the read in the early morning hours. fluff.

a/n; reader is not the sole survivor.

masterlist; here

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Surviving in the Commonwealth can be a very scary thing. Even the people who have lived there their entire lives, you always have to watch for something around the corner. Radroaches, Radscorpions, A Deathclaw? Perhaps an Institute agent here to steal you away so they can replace you?

The Wastelands as their entirety are terrifying to live in. Every single nuclear wasted place has their dangers, from D.C. to Boston. You never know when your next meal will be or if you will have enough caps to buy more ammunition, or what about that buddy that’s been sticking by your side for months? Have you noticed they’ve been picking off your stash of caps, waiting for the right moment to completely blindside you and leave? Or are you waiting for a bullet in there back of your skull?

The lightly cold wind blows against MacCready’s face in the early light of the morning, making him inhale and turn a bit more to snuggle closer to his boyfriend. His quiet, tired noises aren’t enough to wake [name] up. They’ve been sleeping in the same bed together for so long, certain sleeping habits the other have gotten used to.

[Name] tends to mumble or jolt, and within the first few months of consistently sharing a bed, MacCready wasn’t too sure if he could sleep next to [Name], but now he finds his boyfriend’s jolts and whispering comforting. It’s a nice reminder that he’s alive, where as MacCready had to take care of [Name] from devastating injuries too many times before and sat there, watching his chest slowly rise and fall. During his healing processes, [Name] tends to stay still which terrified MacCready. He stayed up for hours, waiting for that jolt or those incoherent words.

On the worn out mattress lays the two men, their legs intertwined. [Name]’s face is buried into the crook of MacCready’s neck with his arms wrapped around his torso so right as if he will run away, but MacCready never would. MacCready’s arms around wrapped around [name]’s waist, his hands resting on [name]’s back under his shirt. It’s such a rare, calm moment. MacCready’s eyes flutter open from the soft sun rays beaming onto his face, causing him to squint in irritation. He looks down and pauses, smiling at the sight. [Name] mumbles something in his sleep, one of his hands moving up and resting just before the base (and back) of MacCready’s neck.

MacCready never expected this to be his life. Laying in bed with the love of his life with his son in the next room. MacCready thought he would be searching for the cure for Duncan forever, until he ran into the beaming ball of sunshine that currently is snuggled into his arms. He never expected anything good to happen to him, not after Lucy’s passing. He doesn’t believe in God, but meeting [Name] almost felt like a godsend. He sleepily presses a kiss against [name]’s head before drifting off back to sleep, enjoying the cuddles before either [Name] wakes up, or until Duncan wails.

[star-struck-universe]

Help

I got a new computer nad have since lost a one shot I really like. ITs a fallout 4 onshot Title He’s a Rebel. I can’t find who it was by nor can I find it in my favorites. Any help is appreciated.

I HAVE FOUND it. It was from a deactivated account that has moved to archive of our own

[tasteofthedivine93]

Fallout 4 Fan Fic Masterlist

Simple quick DaRules: + No Minors // MDNI. + Fic ratings are 18+ / R / Explicit = 🌶️🌶️ NC-17 / Mature = 🌶️ + I don't take requests (atm maybe) + No Taglists + Just here to have fun I rarely write, there's no schedule, most fics might get abandoned so don't get attached.

You can find me on AO3 currently as TasteoftheDivine

Masterlist

Robert Joseph MacCready x Female Sole Survivor (OC)

+ Breathe On Me // AO3 Link (Abandoned - 9 Chapters) 🌶️🌶️

+ Dangerous Woman // AO3 Link (One Shot) 🌶️🌶️

[imagine-silk]

Hello! May I request fallout 4 companions (Nick especially) with Sole who shares the bare minimum of information about themselves? Not because Sole doesn’t trust them, they really enjoy theirs companions company. Perhaps they busy themselves so they don’t have to think about all the little and big things they miss. (I bet Codsworth would find pristine things that Sole would miss (like a favorite movie, vinyl, or comic?))

Sorry if its not something you’re interested in doing right now. The ask kinda came out as a ramble, I’m lacking sleep haha. Thanks again for considering my request!

》Honestly one of my favorite kinds of characters.

【Cait】 She doesn't appreciate it. Her contract was traded to some random weirdo who barely says anything. It took three days before the topic of your name came up. And two weeks to know what you were looking for, who. But in return you don't ask what she does on her own time or what she's done. It feels like you don't mind rather than you don't care and that makes her feel seen. It stays between you unsaid in her eyes.

♡If romanced she doesn't push for any information. You'll tell her if it's important. People think it's weird the two of you to not share about yourselves like normal people but you're happy, that's all that matters.

【Codsworth】 It's just like it was before. He, unlike the others, already knows you. He knows you very well. Not only did you do an intake for daily preferences but he also served you for a few years. While you're out and about you'll do something or say something that sounds like no information to others or out of context and he'll answer, "Just as I was thinking as well." While you camp with some of the other companions he does chores the way you like without needing to ask, making comment on recent events, which makes them jealous for sure. He digs up things from the house he preserved or found and fixes them up brand new before presenting it to you. Songs you liked or wanted to hear. Movies and shows and comics. Clothes pressed for you and the furniture is redone the way it used to be. He knows you and wants to keep it that way.

【Curie】 Low-key doesn't care. She has one thing on her mind and that's her own goal to better medicine. Finding things to do that is all she needs of you. When she goes to be a synth her feelings overwhelm her and you guide her through that. She's never ever asked about you. She'll tell you about what she's feeling but never thinks to ask what you feel. In her defense, is doesn't understand the nuance of social interactions. And to her credit, it works for the both of you.

♡If she's romanced she realizes she wants to know what you feel and if it's the same as her. She's mostly interested in what you feel now rather than what your opinion is in the past or isn't currently relevant.

【Danse】 Right away he doesn't care for it. A mercenary who talks very little can be dangerous. But you followed orders well and are a damn good shot. The way he asks is more like demanding. It was all for a vetting process but still rude. After the intake he didn't care about your lack of openness. Didn't matter to him personally. After BB he suddenly regrets not knowing you. He was so rude and dismissed you as another faceless soldier and you saved him, from the Brotherhood and himself. Now he wants to know you.

♡If romanced he makes effort to know you, like really know you. For a long time he refused individuality so his own sense of self is not great. But you know yourself and make no attempt to hide it. You are so sure of yourself you don't need to explain. That's one of the things he loves about you.

【Deacon】 He thinks you're like him, that you want to hide in plain sight. As much as he gives that to you he's nosy as fuck and takes every chance to learn about you, mostly from afar. It doesn't take any time at all for him to realize you'll just tell him. Most of them are one word answers. It takes him even less time after that to realize you'll comment on things from before the war especially.

♡If romanced he goes out of his way to show you stuff. Old posters and toys. If you follow my headcanon that he's pre-war, he makes old references and generally adds comments on things to bait your answers.

【Hancock】 He thinks it's pretty cool. "Oh, tall, dark, and handsome/beautiful." He does play twenty questions with you 24/7 and is very happy with your half-answers because an answer is still an answer. Plus he knows at least two other people like you. He is the one who figures out that you just don't have the time or think about talking about yourself rather than purposely keeping secrets the fastest. He knows people so he knows better.

♡If romanced he plays with it. You want a kiss? Tell him what's your favorite color. He'll get on his knees if you tell him what you like about your new home. But honestly he'll do it anyways. All he needs to know is that you want him like he wants you.

【MacCready】 He was more concerned about you putting a bullet in his head while his back was turned. Everyone in the Commonwealth was looking out for number one. So imagine his surprise when you were looking out for your number one and it wasn't you. Not only were you looking for your son but you stopped to help every person who asked for help. Your actions spoke to him in a way your words, he figured, couldn't. You didn't need to help him but you did. You didn't take the caps back. And you killed the gunners the second they turned their guns on him even when they said their beef wasn't with you. It was what you did, not what you told him.

♡If romanced he will ask things. Basic ones are like, "How was your day?" Normal questions that are the peak of domestic life. Then the more personal things. Some sound silly, "What's your favorite color?" But most build off of a quick thing you said in passing, "Wait, you've been to California? What was it like?" He trusts you'll tell him the truth.

【Nick】 As a private detective this simply won't do. He gets it at first, you just need him to find your son, it's business. However, you want him to stay with you after that. It confuses him because you made no indication you like him in the slightest way. He's the second fastest to realize you're not keeping to yourself on purpose. As one of the only ones who are pre-war he's able to get things the others can't. He'll talk about things and give his options and bait you into answering it. That was a common way to get people to talk back then when you were trying to be polite and keep up the conversation, even if the conversation stays a bit thin.

♡If he's romanced he makes fun of the fact you forget to say things about yourself. Don't get it wrong, he makes it clear you don't need to share. He's just poking fun.

【Piper】 This simply won't do. She asks as many question as they come up but she gets depressing short answers. You either give one word answers or say you're not really in the mood, on some occasions you admit you don't know, you never thought about it. It takes a long time for her to stop and that's only because the questions start getting old. And you still feel like a mystery even though you've told her everything.

♡If she's romanced she realizes how much you've told her and pushes it. What is your type? How do your lips feel? Why do you look so good? It becomes playful and light, never serious.

【Preston】 In the beginning he didn't realize he didn't know much about you. He took your help selfishly to get him and his people back on stable ground but you told him you were happy to help. So he takes time to learn about you and give you everything he could possibly help you with. In hopes you would share by yourself he gives things to you without any prompt. It doesn't really work most of the time.

♡If romanced he asks things with hearts in his eyes. He is so lovesick he takes all of your half-answers and files it away in his mind. It hardly matters at that point.

【X6】 It wasn't his mission so he didn't care. You owed him no explanation or justification. Doesn't mean he doesn't question you. He asks why you helped someone, why you stopped for a distraction. And of course you give short answers like, "They needed help." or "I wanted to." Later, after the Institute is gone, he sees how you carry yourself and tries to copy it. Obviously he can't so you help him too. You showed him he can figure himself out by himself and he didn't need you. So he held the same opinion; he doesn't need to know you like that.

♡If romanced he's still comfortable with you keeping things to yourself. It's only after months of being together do you realize he's never asked you a personal question, that you've never shared anything that personal. When you bring that to him he tells you that hardly matters. But seeing you make the effort after that gives him a feeling he can't describe. It's a good feeling he thinks.