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everydayyoulovemeless · 23 days

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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."

#fallout 4 #fo4 #rj maccready #maccready #maccready fallout 4 #maccready x sole #maccready x sole survivor #maccready x reader #maccready oneshot #fallout oneshot #fallout 4 oneshot #fallout fanfic #robert joseph maccready

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fallout-through-the-crawlout · 11 days

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Danse: Congratulations, you three have won gold, silver, and bronze in the morons’ Olympics.

Maccready:

Sole Survivor:

Deacon: Who won gold?

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wibbley-wobble · 10 months

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gogogodzilla · 7 months

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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.

#robert joseph maccready #maccready #rj maccready #fallout 4 #fallout #maccready x reader #maccready x sole survivor #reader insert #no y/n #kinktober #kinktober 2023 #fallout 4 x reader #robert joseph maccready smut #maccready smut

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perfectlypreservedpie · 1 year

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MacCready hat gang rise up!!!

#polls are closed and hatcready won #which is good I was always in his corner #here is the inked version!! we are gonna see if she holds up well to paint!!#if u never get an update on this drawing assume the painting part went bad!!!! lol #rj maccready #robert joseph maccready #maccready fo4 #maccready x sole survivor #ss: annie dyer #female sole survivor #fallout 4 #my art #perfectlypreservedpie’s art tag #2024 update: the painting part went bad :(

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mintsalsa · 7 months

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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

#fallout 4 #maccready #maccready x reader #maccready x sole survivor #fallout 4 companions #f: fo4 #c: maccready #g: hcs #i wanna smoke a j with him so bad #!!!!!!!!!1 #dream blunt rotation

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xxadvictoriamxx · 9 months

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a/n: little baby maccready <3

warnings: none that I can’t really think of… just fluff

• absolutely precious, and a huge softie. don’t let his ‘big bad mercenary’ demeanor fool you. he isn’t all that scary anyway

• nerd!! comic books? he’ll steal it before you even get a chance to read the cover. you’re the silver shroud? he’ll take the costume and parade up and down sanctuary just to annoy you

• he loves to receive gifts, although he’ll feel a little bad about how you might’ve gotten it. especially if it’s a comic book. if you risked your life to get it, do not tell him

• he hates it when you’re out of sight. if you’re hiding behind something, a bush, a wall, anything, he will walk over there to make sure you’re okay. he’d lose his mind if he lost you too

• which is probably why he loves cuddling you. it makes him feel safer when your in his arms or vice versa really. if you get out of bed and miraculously don’t wake him up, he’ll whine a little until you come back. not that he knows he’s doing it. if you do bring it up, denial till the day he dies. he will not be seen as a softie goddamnit even though he is

• he named his rifle. you’ll never guess what it is

• other than duncan, you are the most important thing to him. you’re going somewhere dangerous? great, let him grab a few extra rounds. feeling under the weather? he’ll stay with you. until you and/or curie force him out

• speaking of feeling under the weather, don’t get sick. ever. do you know how terrified he is when you get a fever? not only will he think about duncan’s disease, he won’t leave you alone. never ever ever. in cast you don’t remember, duncan could barely walk the last time maccready saw him

• secretly likes the jokes aimed at him, not that he’ll ever tell you. you’ll never stop if he does

• he’ll occasionally forget certain words are considered swear words and will glare at you if you remind him

• also secretly loves when you steal his hat. the only reason he wears it is because his hair is always a mess. he’ll only let you take it when you’re alone though. you look better in it anyway

#maccready x sole survivor #maccready #maccready headcannons #fallout headcanons #fallout 4 #fo4

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joannascribbles · 3 months

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Quick sketch and color for tonight- Mac n Shell (Michelle)

#fallout 4 #maccready #fallout4maccready #fallout 4 fanart #rj maccready #maccready x sole survivor #female sole survivor

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atombonniebaby · 7 months

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When times are tough, and caps are scarce you gotta do what you gotta do!

MacCready: I'd Walk a hundred miles if I knew there was a pile of caps waiting for me at the end...and maybe bust some moves!

Watch until the end...I went all out for this one! 🤣

#Hancock wasn't planned...but he was so into it I made it a bit!#The original music bugged out and I had to replace it...and this was just slapped on there...why is it perfect!#He got them moves.#fo4 maccready #fallout maccready #maccready #maccready x sole survivor #rj maccready #robert joseph maccready #robert maccready #fallout hancock #Fallout 4 hancock #fo4 hancock #mayor hancock #john hancock

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vaultscavver · 2 years

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sole: can you not stand so close you’re making me claustrophobic

maccready: what’s claustrophobic

hancock: it means they’re scared of santa claus

sole: no it doesn’t—

maccready: HO HO HO

hancock: RJ STOP YOURE SCARING THEM

#fo4 #fallout 4 #fo4 companions #incorect quote #maccready x sole survivor #scavver #sole x maccready x hancock #hancock x sole survivor #this came to me when playing fo4 and i turned around bc i hadn’t heard from maccready in a while and he was RIGHT THERE SO CLOSE #THE MF WAS CLIPPING INTO MY SOLE HE WAS SO CLOSE #LIKE DAMN PERSONAL SPACE PLEASE

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bardic-inspo · 10 months

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Bring the Gasoline, Chapter 29: The Other Shoe

Read the latest chapter on AO3

Chapter Summary: Natasha and Deacon make an attempt at damage control.

Fallout / Fallout 4 | Rated E | Graphic Depictions of Violence

Robert Joseph MacCready/Female Sole Survivor

Fic Summary: “Six months, huh? How much fast talking did you do to get here?” “Enough to keep me alive.” “Really? Cause you don’t act like that’s your goal half the time. Hell, you throw yourself at everything like you’re jumping off a cliff.” Sole survivor Natasha Sokolova is burning through friends faster than she can make them. Robert Joseph MacCready needs all the caps he can get. Problem is, the smooth-talking woman with a pistol and a job offer turns out to be more trouble than he’s counting on. They’re a match made in hell, but their little partnership might be the only thing that can see them through it.

Read from the beginning

#I LIVE #bring the gasoline #maccready #sole survivor #fallout #fallout 4 #robert joseph maccready #rj maccready #maccready x sole survivor #natasha sokolova #my writing #megh fights the page

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everydayyoulovemeless · 9 months

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Gorski Cabin ↠ MacCready x Reader

➼ Word Count » 0.4k ➼ Warnings » None ➼ Summary » You and MacCready have to get a little closer than usual when stopping at a cabin you found on your way to Sanctuary.

"God, it reeks in here,"

"Yeah, well there's a corpse over there." You pointed to the body as he followed you into the wrecked cabin.

The sun started to set quick as the two of you tried navigating your way from Diamond City back to Sanctuary, forcing you both to stop at the nearest structure or risk getting lost in the dark.

“It’s kinda cramped in here. Hope you don’t mind sleeping close to one another.”

“N-no, it doesn’t bother me.” He stammered, a little flustered at the idea.

You nodded, “Good. I call sleeping on the far side of that body.”

He rolled his eyes, moving toward it, “Here, I’ll move it since you keep crying.”

“Can it, RJ, it freaks you out too.”

The ugly turquoise beams that kept the ceiling from falling inward threatened to shatter in on themselves as they wavered and groaned above you. Being in there was fear-inducing, but way safer than sleeping outside if you counted the amount of ghouls you both encountered on your way up that hill. The cabin wouldn't be all that bad if it weren't for the locked basement door that clung hauntingly against the ground. You stared at it for a minute before hesitantly going to kick at it. Its sturdy metal latch beckoned you to crawl down and eventually, you found yourself patting down your pockets for bobby pins.

“Welp, I found a bomb in the basement," You announced, climbing back up the ladder, "but I cleaned it up and we should be good to sleep here for the night now.”

“Comforting.” He retorted, "We should start heading to bed soon if we want to leave early in the morning. I'll take the first watch."

“What, this place freaking you out?” You teased, coming to take your place on the floor beside him.

“Yes, actually,” He spoke, sitting crisscross on the floor, “this whole area is strange, so lay down so we can leave sooner.”

You let out a humorous breath as you went to take your place on the floor beside him, unrolling your sleeping bag as you went.

"This has been fun," You muttered tiredly, "we should do this again sometime."

"What? Travel?" He questioned, holding his gun firmly against him as he stared down at where you were laying on the ground.

You nodded, "Yeah, we work well together."

A light blush dusted his face as he rolled his eyes, "Yeah, whatever, now close your eyes, we can't both be exhausted in the morning."

He watched as your chest rose and fell peacefully as you drifted further into sleep. He didn't want to admit it out loud, but he liked being around you. It reminded him of how much he missed being close to someone—to have someone to care about, and he wouldn't trade that feeling for anything.

#fallout #fallout 4 #fo4 #maccready fo4 #rj maccready #fo4 maccready #robert maccready #robert joseph maccready #maccready x reader #maccready fallout 4 #maccready #maccready x sole #maccready x sole survivor #oneshot #fallout oneshot #fallout 4 oneshot #fo4 oneshot

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fallout-through-the-crawlout · 2 years

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Maccready: You think I care?

Sole:

Maccready: Well, yeah. Actually I do. And I’ll probably cry about it later, if we’re being honest.

#fallout 4 #fallout #fo4 #incorrect fallout 4 quotes #fallout 4 companions #incorrect fo4 quotes #fallout 4 companions react #fallout 4 incorrect quotes #fallout 4 quotes #incorrect quotes #maccready #rj maccready #robert joseph maccready #maccready x sole survivor #fallout 4 maccready

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julian--m · 9 months

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C102で出す新刊のノベルティ。

トレーディングカードにパッケージを付けたお店で売ってる風の物を作成しようと画策中

#fallout 4 #fallout #robert joseph maccready #sole survivor #maccready x sole survivor #sole survivor x maccready #パパマク

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hrefna-the-raven · 2 days

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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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unrepentantweirdo · 3 days

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I'm back for WIP Wednesday!

Hi everyone! Sorry I've been away for a while. I've been lurking, dodging spoilers for the Fallout TV like the Matrix. (Plan to finish it soon, I'm on Episode 5). But my time away has not been wasted, because I bring you the first chapter of my MacCready/F! Sole Survivor fic, Defenders at the Crossroads.

I'm so excited to share my story with you. The amazingly talented @twosides--samecoin has been beta reading for me; without her fic Long Time Running, I might have never gotten the inspiration to keep working on this project. (Go read her fic, seriously. The scenery descriptions alone are *chef's kiss*)

I still plan to post MacCready's chart and character info later on, I just got derailed (thanks mental health) and put back on the rail (working on my writing).

Love you guys!

-Weirdo

#fallout 4 #fo4 #maccready #rj maccready #fo4 maccready #robert joseph maccready #oc: cassie miller #maccready x sole survivor #fanfic

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