#I love maccready don’t you know

[wassertoffatom]

“What if there was a place with all the zip of Nuka Cola”

Sole went to Nuka World and brought back something for Mac who was MORE than happy to take it for a spin

Plz don’t repost without credit ❤️

[chiledelquenopica]

X6’s character always gets me, and yes he’s very misunderstood and misinterpreted by the fandom. He has some sarcastic lines that show his personality. I bet he has a sense of identity in being a part of the institute, not in being a courser or a synth. He may not consider himself like a person with a name, but I think he considers himself like a soldier in an army. He has a position to maintain, privileges included. He’s selfish, of course. That’s why he won’t let you in on his internal monologue, that’s not for you to see, he’ll be damned if he ever appears vulnerable, and people, humans, are vulnerable. Idk.

the biggest thing about X6 is not that he doesn't think of himself as human (though he doesn't, and according to some it's correct) BUT that he doesn't see himself as a Person

[ezekiel13]

Very important real talk.

How many of the Fallout companions can I transgender? (I will refer to them with the games pronouns for them you chose what flavour of transgender they are. Or I will maybe also.)

- Danse. I mean. He finds out he isn’t who everyone thought he was and is kicked out of his family? Transgender.

- Curie. Your quest for her is to find her a new body so she can live her life to the fullest? Trans.

- MacCready. Im a transmasc. So he is too. That’s all. Also idk he has the vibe?? He’s trans to me no one can take that away

- Preston. I want him to be trans. Because I’m trans. He’s my husband. T4T (well I mean. It’s more T4T4T4T4T etc…)

- Deacon. He was canonically a woman for a period of time. Not cis. For sure.

- Piper. I think she should be trans because she’s cool. So. Trans!! Also. Her name is the kinda thing that she would chose after already making a newspaper. Like “hmmm… changing my name? Piper Wright!! Because I write on paper.”

- X6-88. I feel like he’s not cis. He sees himself as not human so like. Xenogender? Maybe.

- Cait. I don’t know very much about her but she’s super iconic and she seems to have deep rooted issues with her physical form (I may be wrong here i only met her like twice. She doesn’t like helping settlements so I’m kinda stuck on befriending her) So i say she’s trans.

- Hancock. He took a drug which got him exiled from his family and home. I mean. Do I have to say more???

- Strong. Technically super mutants are genderless (they become physically asexual with FEV) and Strong chooses to be he/him’ed so. That’s not very cis.

- Nick Valentine (who I totally didn’t forget about and totally am not editing in). He’s the older trans guy who uses different terms for it but is super important to everyone. Especially that he’s still around.

- Codsworth. Yeah idk anything about him but he’s like kinda British and I know a lot of transgender brits so. Someone who knows stuff about Codsworth please reblog with information about him!!

- Dogmeat. He’s a dog. I think he’d bite transphobes. He’s very small I love him.

- Porter Gage & Old Longfellow (if that’s his name??) I don’t own either DLC so I can’t comment. Someone please tell me why they’re trans

[stoat-party]

MacCready winds up at Little Lamplight, probably a baby, but at most young enough not to remember his parents. Maybe he grows up with a secret belief that they loved him, because they left him with three names whereas a lot of his peers didn’t get any. But they were grown-ups, so who needs them anyway.

He grows up eating fungus that thrives on human flesh. He starts drinking at six. He learns to shoot at ten — starting with monsters who used to be human, but undoubtedly graduating to humans long before he should have. Also at ten, he wins a fight against another child and takes power as mayor. Part of the job is to exile kids when they turn sixteen. Maybe some of them helped raise him. He knows Bigtown isn’t as safe as it’s made it out to be, how could he not? A lot of those teenagers are headed out there just to die. MacCready knows he won’t be one of them, because he’s tougher.

When we meet him at twelve, he’s ruthless. He admits that the out-at-sixteen rule is based on lies, and that it’s really to keep the population low enough to survive. He’s a social Darwinist who protects the kids as a population, but can’t afford the luxury of caring about them as individuals. He’s learned death is cheap, you can’t afford to help strangers, and if you don’t take what you want, someone else will.

“Around” sixteen he graduated (which makes me think he left before they could kick him out), and we know the rest of the story. The person we meet in Boston has internalized these lessons. He’s friendly and has a conscience, but the only people he cares about enough to prioritize are Duncan, a maxed-affinity Sole Survivor, and probably a few others like Daisy. And boy, does he care about that tiny group of individuals. But everyone else? Make it worth his while or go kick rocks.

Having a crazy childhood doesn’t fully explain his choices - encouraging the Survivor to kill Danse, cruelly flirting with Desdemona as the Survivor betrays and murders her, outright stating he’s willing to kill innocents if there’s a way to profit from it, and disliking giving the cure to Austin even though his son is in the exact same situation. But I think his history goes a long way toward explaining his motivations and making him likable, if not exactly justifiable.

[goodneighborxfallout]

How would the companions react to Little Lamplight and Mayor Maccready?

Thanks for requesting!

Cait:

Little Lamplight: “It may seem cruel for these children to have to live like this but… I think I would prefer this over my own childhood, you know?” 

MacCready: “Not a hope that this little shithead and MacCready are the same person! Way too polite, that bloke.” 

Codsworth:

Little Lamplight: “A society run by children? Oh mum/sir, I don’t dare imagine little Shaun having to grow up in a place like this.” 

MacCready: “Oh dear, such hostility from a child? I suppose I can’t expect anything different. These poor kids never had any proper adult guidance! Sir/mum, I propose we send a Ms Nanny their way!” 

Curie:

Little Lamplight: “Oh, this is just horrible! No child should have to survive in these conditions! Isn’t there anything we can do to help them?” 

MacCready: “Such vulgarity! Has no one got manners anymore in this world?” 

Danse:

Little Lamplight: “Look what the war did to these children! This is yet more proof of why technology in the hands of the wrong people can have devastating consequences!” 

MacCready: “The exact attitude one would expect from someone who’d grow up to be a mercenary.” (Mac: “What’s that supposed to mean??”) 

Deacon:

Little Lamplight: “A parentless life is a sad reality for many children in the wastes. However morbid this may look, they’ve been managing well.”

MacCready: Deacon will try to convince mayor MacCready that he’s just a really tall child. On top of that, he will forever call adult MacCready ‘mungo’ and make up countless different reasons for how he knows that term.

Gage:

Little Lamplight: “Interesting set-up. I guess they’re pretty safe here from outside threats, except - you know - the gigantic green monsters next door.” (insert sarcasm)

MacCready: “Kid, you have no idea the kind of company I’ve had to deal with all these years. You wanna rile me up? Then stray away from your vanilla boring ass insults ‘cause I ain’t impressed.” 

Hancock:

Little Lamplight: “Huh, cozying up right next to a super mutant den? Either these kids are incredibly brave or incredibly stupid. Probably an unhealthy mix of both.” 

MacCready: “So this is the origin story of our favorite mercenary? Hm, I’ll admit, almost as good as mine.” 

Longfellow:

Little Lamplight: Longfellow won’t say anything, but a profound sadness washes over him at the sight in front of him. If somewhere deep down he still had hope for the world, it was now for sure fully taken away.

MacCready: “Youngsters these days…” 

MacCready:

“Ahh the good old times.” 

Nick:

Little Lamplight: “I can’t tell if I’m more impressed by their tenacity, or more disappointed that they need it to survive.” 

MacCready: “Well, behind every hardened mercenary, there is some kind of tragic backstory, isn’t there?” He sighs. “Maybe I’ve been too hard on the kid.” 

Piper:

Little Lamplight: “Oh god… I’ve always known the Wasteland was hard but… these are children. They should be getting raised by two loving parents not living like… this.”

MacCready: Piper’s always known MacCready as a chill mercenary who tries a bit too hard to flirt with her. She’s never paid much attention to him, but seeing him as a child living in these circumstances, she suddenly finds herself looking at him in a completely different light. 

Preston:

Little Lamplight: “This is why we have to bring back the Minutemen! Children deserve to grow up in a safe place, not hiding out in a cave.”

MacCready: “Damn… With how chill he is, you’d never guess he had this kind of childhood. Certainly explains why he’s so good at his job though.” 

Strong:

Little Lamplight: “Not safe for small human! Brother smash small human!” 

MacCready: “Small human talk too much!” 

X6-88:

Little Lamplight: “And here I thought I’d already seen the worst of the surface.” 

MacCready: “Interesting. Somehow the child version seems tougher than the adult.”

[lacontroller1991]

Fluff/WhumpTOBER Day 17: RJ MacCready x F!Sole

Day 17: Only One Bed/No Where Else To Go Masterlist Warnings: 18+, Major Character Death, PTSD, Graphic Depictions of Gore, Forced to Relive Trauma, poor Mac can't get a break, language, blood, guts Word Count: 1.9k Author's Note: I really hope this one does well because I loved writing it and I hope you guys enjoy! This was a result of a poll I took back in September.

He doesn’t know how long he’s been running for. His heart pounds loudly in his ears as his feet slam on the pavement, lungs straining for a breath of air. But he can’t stop. He can’t stop running. Not when there are two deathclaws on his tail and a looming radstorm above. He needs to get somewhere safe, and fast.

“Mac! Over here!” He manages to hear your voice shout out against the echoing thunder. Spotting your frame going into a building, he takes a hard right onto the grass, begging his legs to just push him a little further until he can get somewhere where deathclaws can’t go. Though, he supposes that they can go into a building, or rather, crash into a building, but now is really not the time to be thinking of that when one swings out to him, tearing the tail end of his duster more than it already is.

Bursting through the doors, he slams them shut, shoving a nearby couch against the door just in time for the door to shake from the strength of a deathclaw slamming into it. “(Y/N)?” He calls out to you, pulling some bullets from his pockets and reloading the camber of his rifle, keeping it pointed toward the door. “(Y/N)?” She did go in here, right? MacCready takes another step back before the floor gives out underneath him, causing him to fall through the trapdoor and down a dark, cold slide. Shit, shit, shit, shit. 

The slide spits him out onto damp concrete, his butt sore from landing on it as he tries to get his bearings. “Well, about time you joined me.”

“What?”

“Mac, get up,” he feels your hands wrap around his bicep, hoisting him up as his awareness starts coming to him, the groaning of ghouls echoing around them. Oh no. Shaking his head, he takes a quick look at you and hates the look of fear that he instantly spots in your eyes. “Mac, we’re fucked.” Tilting his head, he takes a few steps forward, the grasp on his arm tightening. At the end of the platform is a steep drop off, and below them, hundreds of ghouls. His heart stops.

Visions of a metro station flooding his field of view as the noise of the ghouls amplify. This can’t be happening again. “Mac, come back to me.” Your voice snaps him out of his trance as his heart thumps against his ribcage, his vision tunneling. 

“Lucy?”

“No, it’s (Y/N). We need to get out of here.” He watches as you look around, trying to find an escape, only for a sob to wreck through your body when you find one, in a sea of ghouls. 

“There’s gotta be another way out,” it’s a foolish sense of hope, but he can’t, won’t, let this happen again. Climbing into the slide, he tries to wiggle his way up the dark tube only to slip back down. “It’s too steep to climb.”

“I know, I already tried it. What are we going to do?” This is the second time in his life where his smart mouth has nothing to say. Not answering you, MacCready peers back over the edge, trying to count how many ghouls there are, only to not like the number. 

“We don’t have enough bullets to take them.” The ghouls below them stretch their arms out, trying to reach for the two of them, but with no success. Turning to you, he strides over, taking your face in his hands and pressing his lips against yours, pouring all of his love out to you. He’s never kissed you like that before. “I’m sorry I got us into this mess again, Lucy.” He feels you pull away from him, tears of betrayal in your eyes.

“Robert, it’s me. (Y/N).” His blue eyes blink slowly and you can tell that he’s not here with you. He’s back in DC with Lucy and Duncan. A sharp slap lands across his face, cheek stinging as his head shakes, eyes blinking in confusion.

“(Y/N)? What happened?” He looks around, confusion and fear written on his face. “Where are we?”

“I don’t know. I just know that there’s at least a hundred ghouls beneath us and you can’t focus. I’m not saying that I’m blaming you, but Mac, I need you to concentrate. I need you here, with me.”

“You’re right. I’m sorry. Do you have any more grenades? Maybe we can try to clear some of them out and hightail it toward that exit.”

“I have one, the rest were used trying to get those deathclaws off our tails.” Mac thinks for a moment before taking the grenade in his hands, vomit threatening to rise in his throat. He knows what he has to do, what he should’ve done all those years ago. He should’ve sacrificed himself for Lucy and Duncan. Lucy should be alive and well, watching over their son. And he’d be damned if he’s not going to take the fall this time. Reaching into his pocket, he pulls out whatever ammo he has left and hands it to you, tears welling in his eyes. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“What I should’ve done years ago. I’m not going to let another person I care about take the fall while I get out. I’ll throw the grenade toward the exit, hopefully it’ll clear out the ghouls blocking the door and while you escape I’ll keep their attention.”

“What the fuck? No, MacCready. I throw the grenade and cause a distraction and you get out of here,” he watches as you pull the katana from its holster on your back. “I’ll try to cut down as many as I can while you get out of here.”

“No way in hell.”

“Shut up, Mac. You have Duncan you need to take care of. Duncan needs his dad. He doesn’t need me.” You take the grenade from his hand but his grip on it tightens, lips turning down into a frown. 

“No. I can’t let you take the fall for me. I need to be the one to do this. I should’ve been the one who died, not Lucy. Just like now, I should be the one who dies, not you. I’ve only done bad in this world, you’re trying to change it for the better. I trust that you’ll take care of Duncan for me.” He takes a step toward the ledge but you pull him back, wrapping your arms around his body and pressing your lips against his, the salt from your tears mixing in with your combined saliva. “I love you, (Y/N). I’m so sorry.”

“No, I’m sorry,” with your weight, you manage to drop your body down and sweep his leg out from underneath him, causing him to fall on his back as you replace the grenade in his hands with his bullets.

“I love you, Robert MacCready, don’t forget me.” He watches in horror, scrambling to his feet to try and hold you back but again, he’s too slow.

Your body disappears from view as an explosion on the opposite end of the room goes off, but the thump of your body is all that he hears as he crawls to the edge. Somehow, you had managed to slide down the cliff and only cut your leg open, drawing the attention of the ghouls. The sound of their gargling and your sword slicing through the bodies rings in his ears. “FUCKING RUN ROBERT!”

The path toward the door starts thinning out as you draw the ghouls toward you. For a minute he sees his Lucy, eyes wide with fear, trying her hardest to put on a brave face for MacCready and Duncan, but he sees through it. Run, Bobby! Take Duncan and run! Lucy wouldn’t want him dying like she did. Lucy wouldn’t want Duncan to grow up without either of his parents. Gripping onto the stock of his rifle, he pushes himself onto his feet, before jumping over the edge and sliding down the platform, hitting the solid floor beneath him with a resounding crack against the back of his head. Reaching up to rub his head, his fingers come in contact with warm fluid, but it’s too dark to see what it is. He knows what it is. Fuck. 

In a daze, he manages to get up before a ghoul could land on him. Running toward the exit, the gun in his hands feels like the weight of Duncan when he was a baby. How did this happen again? A loud scream halts him in run, fear racing down to his very core.

“RUN ROBERT! RU-” the words fall short as a sickening crunch reverberates in his ears, the sound of your body spurting blood causes his stomach to do somersaults as he’s brought back to the metro station. Your screams of terror and fear meld into Lucy’s screams before ending with sounds of body parts splattering against the cold tile. Tears fall down his face as he wills his legs to push him forward. 

I’ve failed them. Both of them. He uses his gun to shoot the brains out of the nearest ghoul, jumping over the fallen body as he breaks for the exit. Almost there, almost there. 

Run, Bobby, take care of our son.

Don’t look back, Mac, get out of here.

The voices in his brain repeat as his lungs struggle for air. We love you, Robert.

==========

MacCready shoots out of the bed with a scream, chest heaving as he gulps in air. His body drips with sweat as his heart threatens to lurch out of his chest.  It’s been months since the event, and he hasn’t been able to sleep since. Not even with Duncan in his arms.

“Bobby?” A gravelly voice accompanies him, soft arms wrapping around his torso as a face presses into his back. “Another?”

“Yeah,” MacCready chokes, not daring to look down at your arm where multiple bite mark scars litter your supple flesh. “It’s like everytime I try to sleep, I just see us, back there. I just see you and Lucy dying each time.” He can feel your frown against his bare back before lips press softly against the skin. 

The truth of the matter is that you didn’t die. You’re a lot more handy with a katana than either of you had thought and you had made it through the horde of ghouls with only several tears at your skin. He counts it off as sheer luck, silently thanking whatever might be out there while you had played it off as watching one too many episodes of a tv show back in your day. “Bobby, we should really see Curie about this, I know PTSD has different forms and such, but maybe she has something to help you.” He knows that you’re probably right, given that you’ve had to go through this with your late spouse, but still, you had almost died, just like Lucy, and he was powerless to prevent it.

“Let’s try to go back to sleep, baby.” You manage to coax him to lay down, his body adjusting so that his head rests against your chest, your heart beating strong and steady in comparison with his own. MacCready doesn't do much but the moment you fall back into a slumber, he’s holding onto you just a little bit tighter.

-fin-

@unrepentantweirdo

[moonysfavoritetoast]

Introduction !!

im so sorry to the people who aren’t used to my antics

sorry if this is rude, but please stop sending the gofundme asks. they’re overwhelming me.

last updated 11/10/24**

*month/day/year

*updated tags, husband list, fandom list

about me

hi i’m evan or james or cosmo :) i love love LOVE nicknames! as long as they aren’t sexual or directly calling me a girl, i don’t mind! *

i’m a MINOR in eighth grade, don’t be a creep. im a MINOR.

i use he/they/it/star pronouns

i’m transmasc, non-binary, bisexual & aceflux (i also use demi-boy as a label!)

* i especially love the nickname ‘ev’, as my sister had it first and my family will not call me that. i don’t want to be sexualized, it makes me uncomfortable. i am a boy, and i don’t want to be called a girl. eg; ‘good girl’ ‘my girl’ ‘girlfriend’. as for sexual stuff, i mean LITERALLY any nickname said with sexual undertones. i don’t mind being called a good boy, but the moment it’s said with anything sexual you might be blocked. for that reason, please use tone tags, as i am pretty bad at figuring out what some things mean at times.

i don’t usually answer chain asks because they scare me but do know they don’t go unnoticed i appreciate them

rambling

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PFP WAS DRAWN BY MY LOVELY WIFE @meerealsssss

currently matching pfps with @meerealsssss

first post limit 3/12/24

expect vent posts from time to time

i’m always going batshit crazy over ghost and fallout (honorable mentions are house md, gravity falls, and sally face !)

i complain a lot, sorry

will x isaac

deer :3 and and german shepherds :3

jizz pants (will anf dom know what this means)

watch just add magic, do it please /nf

i love love love minecraft diaries (aphmau) gagagag lawrence and aaron are my fave characters (please talk to me about aphmau i swear i’m not cringe)

nico <3

starr <3

alex <3

ace <3

mee <3

my wife is @meerealsssss

my wife is @homoashell

my wife is @catinasink

my wife is dominic

my wife is also undyne

my wife is also mrs claus

my wife is trashcan carla

my husband is @aceiined / @muthafuckinaro

my husband is @homoashell

my husband is @catinasink

my husband is @the-rizzly-bear

my husband is the man in the yellow hat

my husband is terzo. i will not be taking criticism at this time.

my husband is also rick sanchez

my husband is also jazon broadly

my husband is also izerah (fuck you what is his last name, mee?)

pac-man is also my husband

my husband is alastor (hazbin hotel)

lucifer is my husband (hazbin hotel)

my husband is rj maccready:3

my husband is john hancock (the gay one)

my husband is the ghoul (on my knees for that cowboy ass mf)

my husband is ford pines

lord farquaad is my husband

my husband is jeremy fragrance

my husband is prae jack ;3

MY HUSBAND IS DR HOSUE

my partner is @alex-the-bard <3 <3 <3

my partner is @homoashell <3

my partner is @catinasink <3

likes/dislikes

like: music, tv, friends, my cat, cool socks, writing, rick sanchez, genloss, tadc, musicals/theatre, undertale/deltarune, ducks, omori

dislike: loud noises, silence, school

i’m currently obsessed with: ghost, dreamscape nexus, rick and morty, gravity falls, etc

i post about:

• marauders

• (mostly) random thoughts

• dreamscape nexus

• other random things

• rick and morty

• gravity falls

• percy jackson

• undertale/deltarune

• hazbin hotel

• helluva boss

• fallout

• omori

• sally face

• ghost

• mad max

• house md

family/pets

i have a younger sibling, evie (any pronouns)

i have a cat named daniel tiger

i have two dogs, gunner and roxie

timezone

EST

if you’re interacting with me past midnight, i’ll probably be a bit sillier than normal

DNI

maps/pedophiles, z00philes, bigots, ED and porn blogs

if you have ‘mdni’ in ur bio

simon cowell

donald trump

neo-nazis

if you don’t like furries and therians please get the fuck away from my blog

and if you shit on other’s religions, get away

what can you call me?

no: feminine related terms (unless you’re using them in a gender neutral way or as a joke) like girl, sister, wife, etc (bbg is always ok)

yes: boy, guy, partner, husband, dude, man (basically anything masculine/gender neutral)

sideblogs

@ricksanchezsboyfriend is my rick and morty sideblog

@mountainsmissingshoes is my ghost sideblog

@alastorsbigdick is my hazbin hotel rp sideblog (matching ace)

@giddingstexasenthusiast is my southern mom rp blog

@cryingunderstars is my writing sideblog

i am also @hadesfavoritechild

i run @rosie-rosier as well (marauders rp blog)

@scandalous-triangle and @myst3rytw1n are my gravity falls rp blogs (dm to join?)

extra info

birthday is august 7 :3

tone tags appreciated

i’m some flavor of neurodivergent (except i’m not diagnosed (parents r more worried about my sister) soz)

i play trumpet + i want to learn electric guitar or drums

i’m a gryffindor

child of hades

my favorite band is ghost

i speak english and i am currently learning french (might learn swedish)

satanist

feminist

alterhuman

fictionkin

theatre kid (crew) currently doing little shop of horrors

my fav number is 173

i write

i live in my own head. sorry.

i live in michigan and i guess this is shameful (shrimp bullies me for it)

i kin dipper pines

i have another sideblog. if you find it, idk i’ll give you chocolate or something (it’s embarrassing)

fuck wilbur soot. if i post about lovejoy, please know that i do not support him.

ask me about ghost (band) i have an oc and want to talk about them

send anon asks

tags!

• screenshots of dm’s/discord/texts: #evan leaks their texts

• lyrics: #evan screams lyrics at you

• my asks: #evan gets an ask *gasp*

• anything related to my book w/ @meerealsssss: #brokenly beloved

• anything related to moonlex (@alexthescaredenby and i’s ship name): #moonlex tag

• dreamscape nexus: #dreamscape nexus / #dn

• bracelets i make: #evan’s bracelets

• ace’s shit quotes: #ace needs to shit

• me talking about the man in the yellow hat: #tevan tag

• pictures of me: #literally evan

• me screaming about something: #on todays episode of evan is slowly going insane

• certain anon who signs off with a ☀️: #☀️ anon

• shit about omori: #evan plays omori

• shit about sally face: #evan plays sally face

• reblogging mutual’s art: #REBLOG (mutuals art)

• stuff that i post at theatre: #theatre shenanigans

• anything about house md: #evan gay dr house

• everything else: #evan's rambles

people i talk about

my teachers :3

• mr sharpie/mr shark is my band teacher (he/him)

• madam eddinger is my french teacher

• mr crowner is my science teacher

• mrs bryant is my math teacher

• mr stowe is my social studies teacher

• mrs erskine is my ela teacher

• mrs seals is the old ass transphobic building substitute

• mr jacobs is our theatre director

• ms carmen is from theatre

——— previous teachers

• mama is a teacher from sixth grade (she/her)

• mrs kopykat - seventh, ela (she/her)

• ms k - seventh, ela student teacher (she/her)

• mr bones/skeleton - seventh, science (he/him)

• mr margarita/montague - seventh, social studies (he/him)

• mrs doty/dodds - seventh, math (she/her)

my irl friends :3

• crotch demon is my sister (any pronouns)

• my sweet little expired english muffin is @meerealsssss (she/her)

• ace @aceiined / @muthafuckinaro (they/them, mal/they)

• wife part two is my wife, they asked me to not name her here (she/they)

• al/allie is from school :3 (she/her)

• smurf is from school (blue hair, hence the nickname) (he/him)

• tomato is from school (silly :3) (he/him)

• boom boy/isaac is from school (he made me a netherite pickaxe after someone else burned mine // the pick had unbreaking // boom boy likes tnt) (he/him)

• boomerang/matt is from school (he/him)

• (irl) alex is from school :3 (he/they)

• khris is from school

• colten is from school (father) (he/him)

• will @skibitygamer is from school (he/him)

• dom is from school (he/him)

• luca was from theatre (mf graduated)

• maryn is from theatre

• gavin is from theatre

• chris is from theatre

• andrew is from theatre

parents are now getting their own nicknames

• hades is my dad (he/him)

• will come up with one for my mom (she/her)

where else can you find me?

pinterest (moonysfavoritetoast)

pinterest (cryingunderstars)

youtube

wattpad (please don’t take this seriously)

tiktok (moonysfavoritetoast)

tiktok (cryingunderstars)

facebook mom account

my nintendo switch friend code is SW-4260-6971-6714

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[xxadvictoriamxx]

a/n: lil hancock headcannons. kinda forgot about him, seeing as I was with maccready until I remembered the bobbie no-nose mission… everyone really is either so damn afraid of him or in love with him

warnings: nothing really? more just implied.. stuff.. but other than that, just fluff

• man lives on cuddles. the more cuddling you do, the better. he doesn’t really care who’s spooning the other, though. but more often than not he’ll prefer to spoon you. makes him feel like he can do something right, like he can protect you from everything that bursts into his room except for fahrenheit. he’s too scrawny for that

• he has this odd habit of randomly coming up behind you and kissing your shoulders or neck. he’ll probably stay like that for a minute or two before going back to whatever it is he was doing

• you are the most. important. thing. he wants to make sure you’re comfy around him hell even goodneighbor and will do almost anything you ask. within reason. if someone’s bothering you or making you feel uncomfortable, he’ll have someone look into it, or even himself if it’s that bad

• he loves it when you randomly come up and shower him with affection. especially when you’re in public. he likes showing off your love to anyone who’s willing or not to look

• speaking of showing off, he loves showing you off to everyone in goodneighbor! even thought they already know you, and that you two are together, it makes his chest swell with pride and he gets this cute little smug grin on his face. he landed you. the brilliant, wonderful, stunning, intelligent sole survivor

• gifts!! small or not, expect at least one gift every few days for no apparent reason. he just wants to spoil you

• in all honesty, he hates when you go away and can’t take him with. what if something happens to you? fuck, what if you die and it takes him weeks to discover what’s happened? at least take maccready if you aren’t taking him

• space heater. don’t bother bundling up, he’s got you covered. one of the many perks to being a ghoul is you’re almost never cold; a fact he’ll remind you of just to annoy you

• dates? you’re out reeking havoc. or somewhere pretty nice if you’d like, but he’ll usually take you out to stir up some trouble

• don’t worry about him giving an uh.. tours. his mind is solely on you, no matter what. you’re really all he needs to be happy. well that and mentats but hey, you’re still first

• this poor little raisin is actually pretty protective. someone’s eyeing you? he’ll pull you closer and/or start a makeout section because well, you’re his! some people just don’t get the message…

• you can usually tell when he’s down in the gutters when he isn’t touching you. hugs, kisses, doesn’t matter. they’re less frequent or just not happening. cuddle up to him, sing him your favorite song, he’ll cheer right up

• he’ll need some reassuring every once in awhile that you’re real and not just some high induced hallucination. or that your relationship isn’t just some scheme for something much larger. don’t worry, it’s usually not that difficult. just get fahr to smack him upside the head. works 99% of the time

[wackywasteland]

FO4 Companions Custom “Lovers Embrace” Quotes

Cait ⚗️ “You’re the only high I want to chase.” “Ugh, Morning already? Five more minutes…” “Could you make me some tea, love? My noggins poundin.”

Codsworth 🤖 “I never knew the joys of human physical touch until you woke me up to the possibilities.” “Now that I know these human sensations I’ll never go back.” “Could you oil my joints up, Sir/Mum? We made quite good use of them last night.”

Curie 🩺 “We did quite extensive research last night, I would love to study you further in the future.”  “What a pleasant rest. Let us seize the day before sunrise!”

Danse 🔧 “Only you could teach a robot to love.”  “I’ve never been so vulnerable with another person before.”  “The brotherhood warned me about getting seduced by the enemy.”

Deacon 👨‍🦲 “I never thought I would let my walls down with anyone again.” “Two truths and a lie? I have curly hair when its grown out, I used to be director of the institute, and you’re the easiest thing on the eyes I ever saw.” “I’m starved! How about some mirelurk steaks?”

Hancock ☠️ “You take my breath away faster than a hit of Jet.” “Don’t give me that look or we’re going for round 2.” “Hey, so uh… You should probably take some radaway.”

MacCready 💰 “That body is worth all the caps in the world.” “Want to stay in today and read Grognak?” “Frick! We gotta skedaddle, I owe our neighbor 5000 caps and I’m 5000 caps short.

Valentine 💌 “I don’t sleep, but with you I could lay in bed forever.” “Up and at ‘em, we got cases to solve.”  “You look ravishing when you sleep.” “How did a bucket of bolts like me get a dame like that?” 

Piper 📝 “I could write ten whole stories about that night with you.” “Breaking news! This reporter has had her heart stolen. Get a detective on the case.”  “I’m starved, wanna get some snack cakes? I’m buying.”

Preston ⛅️ “I always have a good night with you, come rain or shine.” “You make me feel so alive.” “I had a dream that I lost you. I’ve never been more relieved to wake up.”

Strong 🐸 “STRONG TIRED AFTER LONG NIGHT OF PASSIONATE LOVEMAKING!” “STRONG FEEL SAFE WITH YOU AROUND.”

X6 🔪 “Now that I’ve “interviewed” you thoroughly, I’m confident in you being our new director at the Institute.”

[danses-with-dogmeat]

R is for -- Raul Tejada

Ah, Raul, what an absolute legend for beating MacCready in the polls. I couldn't believe it, but once again, I am not complaining. I love him, I love writing for him, and just... these types of prompts for him make me feel all giddy.

Gramps deserves some lovin', what can I say?

And here is the 2k event masterlist, for your browsing pleasure!

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Pair: Raul x F! Six

Dialogue: “Don't stop."

Word: Relief

Rating: NSFW (but not super explicit)

Category: Hurt/Comfort

Word Count: 1.4k

“Really? Wow, I can’t believe you remember all that…When it was, what, over a hundred years ago or something?” Without putting too much thought to the action, Six leaned her head against her companion’s shoulder as her eyes stayed transfixed on the smoldering fire they’d prepared.

“Well, more like 200." He let out a dry sort of chuckle, and the movement jostled Six's head slightly. "Doesn’t seem as long ago as it was, though. And what can I say? Memories like that... They stick with you. Family, you know?” 

“I don’t actually.” She was quick to answer him.

“O-oh, right, sorry ‘bout that, boss.” Raul stammered, and Six felt him tense. 

“No, no, sorry, I meant that more as a joke.” Six laughed a bit, and she felt Raul’s shoulders relax from their previous stiffness as she kept her head leaning on him. 

“It may sound bad to say," She continued, "but… I feel like I don’t really need to be sad about not having a family.” Six seemed to say it without thinking, the words just flowing out freely like Raul’s ears were a natural sort of irrigation path. “I mean… I have you.” 

Raul shifted as he looked down at his companion, and though she was still staring ahead, into the glowing coals of their leftover fire, he could see the truth of her words shining through in her expression. 

“Me?” He asked, and it came out as little more than a breath. 

“Yeah, Raul.”

He smiled at the way she said his name, feeling like a giddy colegial again, even after so many years.

“I feel like, with you, I have everything I need.” 

He could only blink at that, unsure quite how to respond to something so sweet, directed at him. 

It's been awhile...

Six shifted against him, sitting up and turning so that they could meet his gaze. 

“And… I’m sorry, for everything that you’ve lost, that you had to leave behind. But I hope… I hope that having me in your life makes it a little easier.” 

She looked away now, and-- was that un poco de rosa rising to her cheeks? 

Raul felt… captivated, his eyes unblinking as he took in the lovely sight of his partner–

His boss, he had to remind himself. 

There is no way she could see me that way. Románticamente. She just said she sees me as family. 

“I don’t know what I’d do without you, mija.” He said, in placement of everything he truly wanted to reveal to her. 

This... this is más fácil.

What she feels for him now; how she depends on him, how she views him, it should be enough. 

After all this time though, time on his own… Raul felt ready for something more with this woman, but if it meant losing what they have? If she refused him? Maybe, like the few others he’d thought of pursuing in the past hundred years or so, she’d turn him away, maybe with that same hint of disgust upon her face, that quality of ‘what were you thinking?’ in her voice. 

Raul didn’t think he could handle something like that, couldn’t go back to his measly shack and his workbench, todo solo. Not now, that he knew what it was like to be with her. 

Sure, he complained and he sassed, he still worked and was in danger a hell of a lot more than he had been on his own, but… He was living, now. Not just wallowing in his memories, living in the past, or living in a prison– in more than one way– like when she found him. 

“Really?” Six breathed, and he felt the spill of warm air over his face, just now realizing her close proximity to him. 

How come she hasn’t flinched yet? Most women flinch– most gente, even– can’t stand to be so close to someone like me. 

“I feel… Just the same, only, well…” 

Raul could see the way her heart picked up written upon her face. Six was about to tell him something that would change everything, but… 

She never quite had the chance, as something possessed the ghoul, some confidence her words had forced into him, something her closeness brought about, and he leaned forward the couple inches it took to press his lips to hers. 

A small noise escaped her, surprise, he hoped, and not– 

Disgust, revulsion, fear, anger. Sólo elige uno, could be any. Or multiple, even. 

His own fear was dashed from him, though, as Six wove her hands around the back of his neck and pulled him closer. 

Sparks flew behind Raul’s closed eyelids as he felt her press so wholly into him, as she tilted her head and her soft, perfecta, lips kneaded over his. His, that he’d been so self-conscious about, that he feared might even hurt her, with their roughness. If it did though, Six made no mention or motion of it, and before he knew it, Raul found his– equally bruto– hands sliding over her waist, pulling her body closer to his, delicately weaving his fingers over her loose-fitting sleep shirt, lifting the fabric ever so slightly to graze his warm fingers over the smooth skin of her torso. 

As one exploratory hand moved to caress her back beneath her shirt, Raul felt Six gasp against him, her body tensing beneath his touch in a way that jolted him out of his mindless bliss, back into reality. Without another thought, he pulled back and away from her, his hands and lips both vacating her body with rash haste. 

“Mija, Six… I…”

Does an apology even begin to cover this?

Maldito idiota--

“Shh.” She filled the space that he'd made between them without hesitation.

No, alternatively, Six’s hands never left their place over Raul's shoulders, and even now, they sought to pull him closer, her fingers insistent where they pressed into the thin fabric of his jumpsuit.

“It’s alright, Raul.” 

She’d whispered his name this time, and despite all his cautionary thoughts, Raul couldn’t stop the tingle down his spine from reaching another place, one he was more ashamed of, as he felt his jumpsuit seem to tighten below his hips. 

“Don’t stop.”

Raul heard the words, and then, Six’s lips were back on his. 

Even the coals of the fire had darkened and cooled now, and the pair were utterly lost in one another. Months of buildup, of feelings unspoken and actions un-acted upon, and all of it being released on this one fine, cool night beneath the stars. 

Raul’s mind only came back to him when Six’s fingers set upon the zipper of his mechanic jumpsuit, pulling it down without an ounce of reproach, and he couldn’t find it in himself to stop her. At this point, Six knew what she was doing, she wanted this, as much as he did. 

And mierda, but that was a wondrous thought. 

So, he allowed her to tug the fabric from his arms, to haul it all down, down, until his chest was exposed to her. Only then, did she pull her lips from his. 

Breathless, Raul opened his eyes, seeking any semblance of apprehension or disgust from her as she saw his ravaged skin in its gross entirety, but no such expression crossed her face. 

No, only that same such wonder that he felt as he looked at her, as he thought of her. She drank him in, like a clear, blue oasis in the middle of the blistering heat of the Mojave, and her lips quickly followed suit from her eyes. Tentatively, but more for his sake than her own, it seemed, Six kissed down his neck, then to his chest, as her arms smoothed over his skin in a reverent sort of way. A way that made him want to worship her in return. 

The touch was… shocking, to say the least, but the weight off his shoulders, the fear, it was all lifted away as she pressed her hands to his chest, encouraging Raul to lay back on the rough blanket they’d laid upon the sand, and continued her cariñoso actions over his skin. 

Raul allowed himself to close his eyes, to soak in the feeling of her touches, unabashed and unashamed. More than he could say of his own views of himself. 

It was aliviando, to forget his own biases, and to free himself of what he’d thought she might say or do when he told her the truth, when he made it clear how he cared for her. 

It wasn’t something he was used to, but perhaps, that too could change. 

[wassertoffatom]

Thighs (RJ MacCready x F!Reader)

Master List

Also Posted on A03

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, Thigh Riding, Dirty Talk, Alcohol, Semi-Public Sex, Language

Word Count: 1.7

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Magnolia’s smooth voice resonates through the subway, barely drowning out the voices of people talking outside the VIP lounge. Not that you pay them any attention. Instead, you’re laughing at MacCready who pouts on the couch next to you. “It’s not that funny.”

He’s probably right, it’s probably not that funny, but with the alcohol coursing through your body, you find it down right hilarious. Shaking your head in denial, you place a hand on his shoulder, steading yourself as you struggle to regain your breath. “I’m sorry, Mac. I didn’t mean to laugh.” He frowns again, knowing damn well that you just lied to his face. The truth is, you love making fun of him. It’s an unspoken thing between the two of you where you joke on each other all the time, all in good fun. It makes the long nights and even longer walks tolerable.

“Yeah, sure. Laugh it up all you want. I know something that you don’t.” You sober right up. It’s clear he’s baiting you, but what does he know that you don’t? Should you take the bait? MacCready smirks, knowing he can play you like a fiddle right now and you wouldn’t even know it. Spreading his legs, he lifts his hips and readjusts his pants, arching back into a stretch to reveal his toned stomach. “Guess you don’t want to know what I know, huh boss?”

At the sight of his spread thighs, heat blooms under your cheeks. What does he know? “Alright MacCready. I’ll bite. What do you know that I somehow don't?”

His hands fall to his thighs, veins popping out underneath his skin as he spreads his legs a little wider. Your mouth goes dry. “I know you have a thing for thighs.” Oh shit.

“That’s a weird thing to have a fetish for,” you comment casually, looking down at your cuticles and pretending to take interest in them, avoiding his blown pupils. From beside you, MacCready lets out a huff of annoyance. 

“Don’t deny it. I see how you look at Danse’s legs. Hell, even Deacon’s.” He hesitates, taking a sip of his drink for the extra confidence boost. “I know how you look at mine.”

Oh no, oh no, oh no. He’s onto you. Shit, silently cursing to yourself, you tilt your head to look at the young mercenary. “One, Danse is built like a damn bodybuilder. His muscles are defined as hell, which takes hella work getting them that detailed. It was an art during prewar. Totally normally to appreciate the dedication that a person takes for their body. Two, Deacon has something in his pocket that only appears when he crouches down and I’m curious as to what it is. Three, I like your bandolier. I’m thinking abo-,” you’re cut short when large hands reach over and wrap around your waist, dragging you onto his lap, your body facing him. “What are you doing?”

“I want to test something,” MacCready whispers against your ear, shifting you to where his left leg is slotted between yours, hands not leaving your hips. Not knowing exactly where he’s going with his demonstration, you try, and fail, to stifle a moan when his leg flexes. “Ha! I knew it.”

Swatting your hands against his chest, he laughs as you curse him out, cheeks burning in embarrassment. “MacCready you’re such a dick, you asshole.”

“Woah woah, no need to call me that. I’m not the one with a thigh fetish. And for the record, you’re still sitting on my thigh.” You rush to get off his thigh, but his hands hold firm on your hips. “Not that I mind.”

Well, this is just embarrassing. You want to scream. To cry. To run away and never see him again. Maybe you should join your former - dead - husband back in the vault. “MacCready, let me go.”

“No way. Not a chance in hell,” he raises his leg slightly, flexing his muscles again against your core and you really wish that you were not here. “You’re clearly into it.”

“It’s embarrassing-” again, you’re cut off from your thoughts by a pair of lips on yours. You and MacCready had never really put a label on what you were. Hell, you didn’t even know that he liked you like that, but with the way his leg continues to flex against your body and his lips fold against yours, it’s clear that he feels the same way. Pulling away, you look down at him, a lopsided smirk on his face, one hand holding onto you and the other reaching between his legs, unclipping his buckle, the bandolier falling onto the couch beneath you. “Mac?”

“Use me.”

“I- what? Huh?” His hand joins the other on your hips, bouncing you further up on his leg, slowly dragging your hips back and forth, causing a whimper to tumble from your lips. 

“Use my thigh like I know you want to.” He can tell that there’s hesitation. He can also tell that you just need a little extra push. “I want you to use my thigh to get yourself off.” 

Words can not begin to explain your thoughts. For all he talks about not having a filthy mouth, that surely didn’t include during sex. “Mac.”

“Bobby. Call me Bobby.” His blown pupils stare up at you as your hips start to move on their own, no longer needing guidance from his hands as your eyes flutter shut at the sensation of your clothed sex rubbing against his thigh. “Do you want to do this in your pants or do you want to get out of them?” Eyes snapping open, you peer down at him before getting off of his lap. You watch as his eyes drink you up like he’s dying of thirst and you’re the only water on this damned planet. Slowly, you move your hands to your belt, undoing the buckle before moving to the zipper. Toeing off your shoes, you allow your pants to fall to the floor before kicking them off, not ignoring the way his tongue darts out to lick his lips. Readjusting his legs, you can clearly see the evident enjoyment that he’s getting out of this. “Come here.” 

You don’t need to be told twice as you’re practically throwing yourself back onto his leg, your own resting comfortably on either side. Picking up your activity, you let a low moan spill from your kiss swollen lips at the feeling of rough fabric rubbing against your damn underwear,  arms bracing themselves on his shoulders. 

“Yeah, that’s right, slow and steady.” One of his hands roams the expanse of your bare thigh, causing shudders to ripple across your skin, while the other gently squeezes your breast from under your shirt. “You’re so gorgeous, you know that?” His fingers tweak a nipple as your hips rock against his leg languidly. “You’re the most gorgeous woman in the Commonwealth and here you are, making a mess of yourself on my thigh.” Your breathing hitches in your throat at his words, head tossing back as he leans up, placing sloppy wet kisses on the column of your throat, purposely jerking his leg up into you. “Been thinking about you for so long. How you would feel sitting all pretty on my dick.”

“Mac-” you moan out, hips thrusting with more intent as your hands dig into his shoulder. A sharp slap against your thigh causing you to let out a gasp of surprise. “Bobby,” it’s breathless as you pant, the feeling of his thigh twitching between your legs sending jolts of pleasure through your body.

“Been also thinking about how you would taste on my tongue. I bet you would taste sweeter than honey.” His goatee tickles your throat as his hands find purchase on your hips, grounding you into him, the fabric of his pants catching your covered clit.

“Bobby please.” You feel your orgasm slowly creep up on you, your hips rutting wildly against his thigh. “God, please.” Your head falls forward, burying itself in the crook of his neck.

“Do I make you feel good?” His leg begins to bounce up and down as you squirm, rubbing yourself shamelessly against him. “Tell me how I make you feel.”

“So good Bobby. Make me feel so good,” you can’t really process your mumblings but you can feel the knot getting tighter and tighter. “So close.”

Nodding his head, one of his hands reaches between your legs, fingers pulling your underwear to the side to expose your cunt, causing you to hiss at the cold air but jump when his thumb rubs against your swollen clit in tight circles. A sob erupting from your throat. “Come on (Y/N), cum for me,” his lips find your sweet spot as he nibbles, thumb still rolling against your clit as his leg continues to bounce you up and down. “Be a good girl and cum on my thigh.”

A loud moan echoes through the VIP Section as your body convulses, and if it wasn’t for MacCready dragging you into his body you thought for sure you would’ve fallen off his thigh. “That’s it. That’s it. Good girl. You did such a good job,” his voice is strained against your ear as he continues to rub you, coaxing you through your orgasm. “So gorgeous on top of me.”

Slowly stopping your hips, the blood in your ears drain as your senses come back. “God, that was so good.”

“I knew you would like it,” he smirks as you slip off his thigh onto the spot next to him, a dark green spot standing out against the rest of his pants and his eyes stare intensely at it. “That was insanely hot, you know.”

“Mac?”

“Hmm?” He rips his eyes from the spot on his pants to your body, chest heaving up and down, the neon light causing your breasts to glisten with sweat.

“What does this make us?"

He hesitates for a second before a lopsided smile graces his face. “Well, I know I’d definitely like to do that again, if you want to.”

“I definitely do,” you wink at him before throwing your leg over his waist, hovering over his raging hardon. “Now how about I help you out with that?”

“I’d love nothing better.” His lips capture yours in a fight for dominance, the both of you forgetting exactly where you are and whose establishment you’re in.

@friviott

[imagine-silk]

Deacon, Danse, Preston and Mac react to a female sole getting injured and, after getting fixed up and she’s kinda strung out on drugs, she simply says “my sober self won’t tell you this, but I love you. Like a lot. Don’t tell her I said that.”

I'm back baby! I thought the idea of inebriated Sole referring to herself as a different person was hilarious. I cut Danse because I had a plan for him and I can't for the life of me find it, very sad.

[Deacon] You love I

He freezes for a moment and then continues to wrap your leg. You are too out of it to hold your train of thought so it was like you never said it at all. Like every other time he's uncomfortable he wants to leave -disappear and surface at his convenience- but he wasn't about to leave you in the middle of nowhere, high out of your mind and severely injured.

He doesn't leave but in the morning you know something's different. There's an extra step while you walk, he sits turned when you eat, his jokes are never personal. "Did I punch you while I was out of it?"

"No? Why would you think that?" His face doesn't react but you know he understands.

"Did I?"

"No."

You know he won't talk about it so you give him space. There are times he has a bit of trouble dealing, this is not new. But the gap just keeps getting wider. It's driving you crazy.

You couldn't help yelling at him, "What's wrong!?"

He looked at you with his eyebrows raised, startled. "Nothing's wrong."

"There is! You're acting weird. Why?"

"You're angry. We should talk about this later. You know, when you're not about to commit murder."

"So you can leave!? NO! Tell me right now or so help me God I will punch you so hard you'll need another face change."

Finally his face changes. His eyebrow point down and so does his mouth, energy matching yours. "Why are you so difficult!?"

"Why are you!? What happened?"

"It doesn't matter. It really doesn't."

"Then you should tell me!"

"YOU LOVE ME!"

The room stopped completely. The anger sizzled out completely and you were both trapped in freezing uncharted waters. That's what happened, what you didn't remember. Embarrassed, shamed, scared. You were naked in front of the man you had taken bullets for, who took bullets for you. One thing however stood out. "That doesn't matter?"

"I shouldn't have done all this. God dammit you are so difficult." He ran his hand down his face in defeat. "But I can't leave. I should have, I wanted to, I want to, but I can't."

You walked over to him and pulled him into a hug. He put his chin on your head and sighed. "You make me so uncomfortable."

[Preston] Finger promise

"Really?" He smiles bright and fondly.

"Shh, don't say it so loud."

"You're right," He whispers, "I won't tell her."

"Pinky promise." You held out your finger, your pointer finger.

"Pinky promise." He wrapped his pointer finger around yours.

The next day everything hurt. Your head was clear but that made all the wounds very present. Shuffling down the hall you could smell breakfast. Sitting he passed you a glass of water and left the pot to simmer. "How are you feeling?" He asked, holding his hand to your forehead. "You're a little hot."

You sighed at the comforting touch. "Yeah. I'll be better in a few days. It's nice of you to stay." Instead of being out on patrol.

"Well, you needed me. But more than that I need to tell you something." You couldn't help but let the moment go sour thinking he was going to go off to be a do-gooder while you stay. "But you need to come in close so she doesn't hear me."

"Who?"

"Someone I made a promise to. But you need to hear it." He leaned in closer and cupped his hands to your ear, "I love you too."

It clicked in you what he means. Your hands shoot up to your red face. "Oh my God."

"Sorry I broke our pinky promise." He quickly patted your head and went back to cooking like nothing happened.

[MacCready] Tease all you want

"How much?" He smirked.

"It's really big."

"How big is it?"

"Bigger than you and me. It's huge. Like a super-mutant and a death-claw."

"And sober you knows this?"

"She does! But she's an idiot and never tells you. I'm so much better." You did a pose flinging your arms.

"Careful there. Let's not pop a stitch."

"But you like me better right? Tell her she's stupid!"

The next morning you woke up to MacCready rubbing something on your face. Something cold and stinging. "What the hell are you doing?"

"Curie said this helps bruising. Now lay back down." You did as he said, finding no reason to get up. While he continued patting your face he added, "You know this isn't part of my contract."

"Then why are you staying?" You stuck out your tongue.

"Because you're an idiot."

"I will kill you when I get out this bed."

"Your words not mine. You said to tell you, you're so stupid for not telling me you love me."

"Come again?"

"You love me a lot and it's bigger than a super-mutant and a death-claw put together."

"I'm definitely gonna kill you now. You know too much." He laugh and rubbed your cheek. His smile changed from smug to loving, you almost hated it. "It doesn't bother you?"

"I'd have to be stupid to say it bothered me." He leaned in and kissed the corner of your mouth, gentle and chaste, almost not there but ever present.

[mlmxreader]

Drunken Howling | R.J. MacCready x m!reader

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↳ ❝ anyone you'd like from your fallout characters you write for, with the prompt;

"The first time you said you loved me - that was my best day"

preferably fo4, but if you wanna do other ones that's fine too ❞

: ̗̀➛ MacCready tags along while you and Preston go drinking with Old Longfellow.

trigger warnings: ̗̀➛ swearing, smoking, alcohol consumption, drunkenness

↳ word count: 1000

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MacCready knew it was a mistake to leave you and Preston with Old Longfellow at the pub, but he had to leave for a brief moment to have a cigarette and to get himself something to eat; he came back to find you hunched over the table, leaning on one arm with the other slung over Preston’s shoulders, your glare fixed on Longfellow’s.

“No, no, listen,” you slurred. “This motherfucker here? He’s the best fuckin’ cunt I ever did meet. Honest, I fuckin’ swear down that he is - best cunt in the world, I reckon!”

Longfellow smiled, nodding along as he looked at Preston for a moment, trying not to laugh. “I’ll take your word for it, kid.”

“He’s lying,” Preston chuckled, shaking his head. “I’m really not that great.”

“Oh, hush!” You all but howled, shaking your head and smacking his arm. “You’re the cunt in charge of the only cunts who give a fuck about any of us! You, Mister Fuckin’-Garvey, are a fuckin’ angel, y’know. A fuckin’ angel.”

Preston was relieved when MacCready sat down beside you, pulling you into his side as he laughed softly. “And what about me, cowboy?”

You shrugged, swaying a little as you reached for your drink and took a long gulp. Moonshine seemed to do wonders for your honesty. “You are the fuckin’ love of my life, you can do no fuckin’ wrong… but I’m not forgivin’ you for never lettin’ me steal your cuntin’ hat.”

MacCready pulled back briefly, taking his cap off and gently smacking it onto your head as he stole a few swigs from your pint glass. “Happy?”

“Very much so,” you grinned, gently kissing his lips. “Because I know you don’t do anything without a reward.”

He scoffed, rolling his eyes as he watched you put the hat on properly; his ears were turning bright pink, as were his cheeks, and he could feel his heart hammering in his chest as he leaned back to catch his breath a little bit. “You feeling okay?”

You nodded eagerly, pressing another kiss to his lips as a hum slipped from the back from your throat. “Dandy… but you disappeared on me.”

“I only went for a cigarette,” he pointed out. “You want one?”

You nodded again, letting him help you to your feet before he took you outside; the sea breeze hit you like a freight train, and you immediately clung onto his arm to steady yourself.

MacCready put a cigarette between your lips, lighting it for you before easing you against the wall so you wouldn’t fall over despite stumbling over your own feet. Slipping from the wetness of the sea battered wooden floors as you laughed, your face hot as you rolled your sleeves up and grinned at him. 

“I fuckin’ love you, y’know,” you slurred with a soft laugh. “I fuckin’ love you so much. You fuckin’ mean the world to me, you fuckin’ daft cunt, you know that, don’t you?”

MacCready laughed loudly, closing his eyes as he did so, resisting the urge to throw his head back as he grinned. “I love you, too.”

It still felt wrong to say the words, but admittedly, MacCready was getting used to it; the wrongness was just starting to feel like a slight sting in the chest, the way that a nettle would sting. A small irritation, but still so painfully obviously there even when he tried to hide it.

But knowing that you had more than enough liquid courage to say those things to him did make him feel a little bit better about admitting it; even though every warning sign in his head was telling him to grab you before you fell and vomited. 

“You’re a good cunt,” you told him between sharp drags from the cigarette. “A really fuckin’ good cunt. You’re my favourite cunt. My favouritest cunt.”

MacCready nodded, humming as he came to stand beside you so that he could grab you if you stumbled; fixing his hat to make sure that it wouldn’t fall from your head. “Thanks, cowboy. You, too.”

“Aww!” You gushed. “I’m your favourite cunt?”

“I wouldn’t put it that way,” he laughed. “But sure.”

Fuck it.

“You gave me a second chance,” he told you softly. “I didn’t think I could… feel anything for someone again, and I f- I really appreciate that.”

“It’s a fuckin’ puppy!” You gasped out upon seeing one of the stray dogs wander towards the pub, skidding down onto your knees and taking its face in your hands. Tears quickly beginning to stream down your face. “Puppy! R.J., can we take him home? He’s a puppy and I love-is him.”

MacCready could only laugh as you petted the dog and cried over it, wondering how the fuck he got so lucky to be given a second chance with a man who made him laugh so much whilst also giving him a shoulder to lean on when he needed it most.

He gently pulled you away from the dog, keeping you steady against his body as he allowed a few small chuckles to escape the back of his throat. He really was just so lucky.

“I love-is you, too,” you slurred out, clinging onto him. “I really do - you is my favouritest cunt in the whole worlds.”

“Yeah, you, er, you made that pretty clear,” he slowly started to guide you towards the door. “C’mon, we’ll grab Preston and go home.”

“Wait!” You protested, swaying from side to side as you grinned and laughed. “I wants a kiss.”

MacCready smiled, shaking his head as he gave you a soft, quick kiss to the lips. “Come on, before you call me a c-... well, y’know.”

“A cunt!” You howled out proudly. “You are a cunt, R.J.! And I love you! You cunt!”

He rolled his eyes, opening the door and ushering you inside so you could grab Preston. “Come on, we should start getting ready to go home.”

“I loves you.”

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I'm a bit drunk rn, but thanks for reading! if you could spare 5 minutes, maybe consider sending anything you can to help Mahmoud to rebuild his life as he is currently trying to survive the ongoing genocide. Any little helps, genuinely, even if it's a bit of shrapnel from your back pocket - just a few pence, anything would help.

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I’M DEEKPOSTING AGAIN, RAILROADIES

Deacon’s relationship with children(/his own lack thereof) is one of the most fascinating and understated pieces of character development in Fallout 4. I’m maybe too hg&:ghlkd@ to create a unified narrative here, so I’m just gonna make a list of details from the game and let you interpret from there.

Obviously he directly says that he and his wife were trying to conceive before she died. We don’t know whether it would ever have been possible, but, most likely, neither does Deacon.

He’s the only companion besides MacCready to love it if you share your grief at losing a child with Blake Abernathy. Also, as far as I can tell, he’s the only one to love it if you tell Miss Edna that children need love (and that love conquers all).

He seems to have some aversion to the subject of children, however (at least pre-war children). In the abandoned nursery he says, “When you’re done here, I’d like to leave,” in a very unDeaconlike tone. He also says he hates playgrounds.

At max affinity he has a very sweet line promising to help you find Shaun. I’ve never heard him say it so it could be cut content.

Reaction to rads: “Great. I didn't need to have more children.” (Yeah okay you liar)

He has two different pieces of dialogue that make it sound like he would have been interested in being a teacher. “So teachers, all they did was teach, right? They didn't farm or run shops or run guns on the side? Wow.”/“If I wanted steady work I would've stayed a teacher.” (Yeah okay you liar)

There’s a very cute conversation where he gets intel from a little girl (possibly Meg?) who’s his informant. To all of our devastation, the man is great with kids. Considering that and his dialogue with Travis, I think he’d be an amazing dad.

He also seems to have a good relationship with Shaun. He pulled out his “actually I’m a synth” lie with Shaun, but knowing Deacon I’m guessing it’s to prepare him for the eventual realization that he’s a synth himself.

[idk when this dialogue triggers, possibly also in radiation] “If I keep tromping around here, guess there won’t be any little Deacons scurrying around in the future.” I really hope this isn’t a joke and he still has hope of being a father. He’s obviously not interested in the player character, but that doesn’t mean he’s ruled out remarriage. He’s been a Railroad agent for over fourteen years, so he probably feels like he’s running out of time.

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Request and Master List!

Hello!! I’m Malleus, and if you don’t already know me, i write for multiple fandoms (Mainly ROR/SNV and Fallout) I’m a newbie writer, so it may just start out as drabbles or headcanons. But this is my request and master list!

Request Do’s/Don’ts!

I will write..

Fluff

NSFW (not consistently)

Maybe angst?

I will NOT write..

Anything regarding a valkyrie x valkyrie or brother x brother, basic stuff like that.

Ships (canon x canon, OC x canon)

Anything regarding children, unless platonic.

RECORD OF RAGNAROK⚜️

The Gods

⚡️ Zeus

None yet!

💌 Hermes

None yet!

🛡️ Ares

None yet!

🌺 Aphrodite

None yet!

🪶 Odin

None yet!

🎭 Loki

None yet!

☀️ Apollo

None yet!

🌩️ Thor

Braiding his hair

🪰 Beezelbub

None yet!

☠️ Hades

Getting a piggyback ride

🦁 Hercules

Getting a piggyback ride

🌊 Poseidon

Earth God/Goddess S/O

🔥 Shiva

None yet!

Humanity

🐴 Lü Bu

Calling them pretty!

Braiding his hair

🍎 Adam

Calling them pretty!

getting a piggyback ride

Prankster Child!

⚔️ Sasaki Kojiro

Calling them pretty!

Breaking the News to Sasaki

Playing Baseball

Braiding his hair

Period care

(Shitpost) Boobies ;3

Getting a piggyback ride

Prankster Child!

🔪 Jack the Ripper

Calling them pretty!

Summer? Not my thing.

Playing Baseball

(Shitpost) How dare he

(Art) The sillies

(Art) The silly.. that lies

(Art) He asked for NO pickles!!

Your eyes..

🏆 Raiden Tameemon

Calling them pretty!

Chubby female reader

🍬 Buddha

Calling them pretty!

Playing Baseball

Braiding his hair

Buddha x trans reader LIMEEE

Prankster child!

👑 Qin Shi Huang

Calling them pretty!

Playing Baseball

🪛 Nikola Tesla

Calling them pretty!

Playing Baseball

Tesla and a badass reader

Tesla dragging you to the clinic

"Our Little Experiment.." (NSFW)

🛡️ Leonidas

Prankster child!

The Valkyries

🥧 Brünhilde

(Shitpost) Don’t you just wanna go apeshit?

💄 Thrüd

None yet!

🗡️ Hrist

None yet!

🎀 Hlokk

(Art) He asked for NO pickles!

ᶠᵃˡˡᵒᵘᵗ ⁴

Preston Garvey ⛓️‍💥

- None yet!

Sturges 🔧

- None yet!

John Hancock 🥃

- None yet!

Nick Valentine 🔩🔍

- None yet!

Paladin Danse ⚔️

- None yet!

Cait 🧨

- None yet!

Robert MacCready 🪖

- None yet!

Porter Gage ⚖️

- None yet!

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And that’s it for now! I may do more valkyries, but i may do more! I’d love to take requests! anywho, i hope this helps you navigate my account more!

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Fluff/WhumpTOBER Day 10: Deacon x F!Reader

Day 10: Bet, Game Contest/Blow to the Head Masterlist Warnings: 16+, alcohol consumption, language, suggestive language Word Count: 1k

The bitter, cold wind moans against the built up boards surrounding the house, but the two people inside don’t pay attention. It’s night time in Sanctuary Hills and most of the residents are sound asleep in their makeshift rooms except you and Deacon, whose glasses lay to the side of him. 

With a smile, Deacon passes the bottle to you. The last few hours have been like this, just you and him sitting by the fireplace in your house, keeping the cold at bay as hours dwindle away. Taking a sip from the liquid, you try not to make a face as it burns down your throat. “Shit was never this strong. I don’t know what you people have done to this but it’s like straight ethanol.”

Deacon grabs the bottle back, taking another swig as his head twitches in response, making a satisfied sigh. “Ahh that’s the good stuff.”

Shaking your head, you wrap the blanket further around you, holding your hands toward the fire. “I wish I could take you back to my time, where food was good and so was alcohol. I have a feeling you would really like fruity cocktails.”

Scrunching his nose, he shakes his head, blue eyes watching the fire cast light onto your face, highlighting the features that he loves. “Nah, I’m a man. Bourbon all the way.”

“Deeks, you can deny it all you like, but you’d 100% be into those fruity cocktails. I just know it.”

Humming in response, the room is quiet aside from the cackling of the fireplace before Deacon opens his mouth again. “Why don’t we play… two lies and a truth!”

Letting a chuckle slip past your lips, your eyes peer over to your companion, a sense of longing burying itself in your core. From the minute you’ve met him, you’ve been instantly attracted to him, and with him traveling with you, it’s only grown your attraction. Not that he would ever know that of course. “I’m pretty sure it’s two truths and a lie.”

“Aw come on boss, I can’t give too much away,” he explains with grandiose, his arms spreading as you roll your eyes with a smile. That’s another reason why you’re in love with the spy, he never fails to make you smile.

“Sure, whatever, Deacon. You first.”

“Oooo, gotta make it a good one,” he pauses for a minute, fingers on his chin, rubbing the stubble as he pretends to think of something.

“Ok, one, my favorite color is blue, two, my eyes are actually gray, and three, I’m a ginger.”

“Seriously?”

“Scouts Honor.” His cheshire grin spreads across his lit face, reaching to his eyes, which are definitely blue. Not MacCready’s shade of blue, but blue nonetheless. 

Taking back the bottle, you take another sip with a sigh, the alcohol burning a pit in your stomach. “Well, from what I’ve seen of your eyes, when you show them to me, they’re blue. Pretty sure your favorite color is black, so that leaves the truth to be that you’re a ginger, which makes no sense.” His grin widens as he leans forward, shoving his arm in your face, orangish blonde hair lightly dusting his toned arms. “No way? You’re actually a ginger?”

“I thought that was kind of obvious, but whatever,” he leans back against the couch, smirking at you. “Your turn.”

Ok, think of something. “One, I used to want to be a doctor. I didn’t get into medical school which is why I went into law. Two, I had a pregnancy scare in highschool. Three, I was obsessed with bugs when I was younger.” You hold back a laugh as his face drops, not really sure what to make of your options.

“Hmmm. So, judging by how you get sick to your stomach every time we venture into a hospital, the first option is a lie. Same with number three, you get sick every time we kill a bloatfly, which leaves the pregnancy scare being your truth.”

“Checkmate, Deacon. Drink up!”

“What? No, come on, there’s no way you would lie about something like that.”

“I’ve learned from you, haven’t I?” He grumbles, taking a drink from the bottle with a frown, his blue eyes not leaving yours. “I used to want to be a doctor, but I did a clinical rotation in my senior year of undergrad, saw a surgery gone wrong and passed out. I was very grateful that my med school application was denied.” 

Deacon scoffs, the alcohol setting into his system. “Damn, you came to play.” Shrugging your shoulders, you let a smile spread across your lips, knowing that you got the liar. “If that’s how you want to play, then let’s play,” he comments, criss crossing his legs and pulling his poker face out. 

“Oh no, Deacon is getting serious! Everyone, hide your children!” A laugh erupts from your throat, your head feeling light from the alcohol. “Ok bad boy, hit me with your worst.”

“One, I’m in love with Glory. Two, I’m in love with Desdemona. Three, I’m in love with you.” Well, that sobered you right up. Heat rises under your cheeks at the implication. You have a one-third shot of getting this correct, but do you want to get it correct? If you’re honest with yourself, you don’t want to know who he’s in love with, in fear that it’s not you.

“Um…” “Did Deacon catch your tongue?” You silently curse his poker face. There’s no way you can tell what he’s thinking, even with his glasses off.

“You’re in love with Desdemona?”

He hands you the bottle with a smirk. “Drink up, pal.”

“Wait, so you’re in love with Glory?”

“That’s two drinks baby girl.” That means…

“Deacon, I-,” he doesn’t let you finish your thoughts before he’s surging forward, placing his large hands on either side of your face, pressing his lips against yours. Despite it being freezing cold outside, his lips are warm. Slipping into the kiss, your arms wrap around his shoulders, lips moving in tandem for a minute before breaking away, your forehead resting against his.

“That was-”

“Yeah. That was.” He chuckles softly as you try to wrap your head around it. 

“So you’re in love with me, huh?”

���Yep. Have been for a while, but I didn’t want to do anything about it until a little birdy told me that you harbored feelings too.”

“I don’t like this game,” you comment sarcastically against his lips, breaths mingling with each other.

“Why don’t we play strip poker instead?”

-fin-

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