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atombonniebaby · 11 months ago
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I've had this idea in my head for a while now...
We all know how much Mac hates getting wet so how would he react when faced with the prospect of a "new" New Year's tradition introduced by his Scottish boss?
The original plan was screenshots, but I had to do a write up!...so maybe today I'll get some proper visuals...but for now I hope you enjoy this silly one shot! (And if anyone wants to do some drawings...I'd love to see some of this hilarity brought to life 🫶)
just so we're clear...Deacon's swimsuit depicted below is 100% what I Invision them all wearing variations off...because...why not? 🤣 (Oh...but not Hancock and Danse...you'll see!)
Happy New Year Tumblr Buddies! Slainte Mhath!❤️
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Here's to new Wasteland Traditions
"You can't be serious..." MacCready searched the boss' face. Shit-eating grin aside, there was not a single sign of a lie.
"I'm tellin' ye lad... every year without fail... rain or shine." Nate sat down on the couch beside his young companion. "Sometimes even snow." He added after a brief pause.
"So you're telling me you dressed up and—”
"Dressing up was optional... traditionally ye just shed to yer kegs and run right in."
"Run into water?"
"Cauld, sobering, icy waters."
"I guess you Scots really are crazy," MacCready chuckled to himself, "or you're full of Brahmin crap."
"Oi," Nate elbowed him. "It's real. On the day o' the new year, we'd head tae the shore, and strip to our undergarments and bolt intae the sea. 'Tis invigoratin', got the blood pumpin' in a way nothing else did. I dinnae even reckon bein' chased by a Deathclaw could get me heart goin' as fast as that did."
MacCready laughed at the mention of the oversized lizard. "Running from a deathclaw is different. You know you'll die if you lose, running into the ocean is just stupid."
"Hypothermia is nae joke, lad... and it didnae need to be an ocean... could be a river... ye know... like that one that runs aroon' Sanctuary..."
There was something in the way the Scot was talking that made MacCready nervous. That sparkle in his eye was never a good sign. "Not on your life!”
Nate's grin only grew wider. "Oh c'mon! Ye'd be the only one bein' a wee rad-chicken! Preston, Sturges, Codsworth, the settlers around Sanctuary…and even Dugmeat all want tae do it."
"Right... and Dogmeat told you that how, exactly? Did he write it out on the dirt using a stick?"
Nate gave a belly laugh at that. "Gave me a paw."
"You are full of it." MacCready shook his head. "No way in hell am I doing this."
"No even for five hundred caps?”
"Five hundr--" MacCready choked on his words.
"Counted them maself... put them in a nice big jar ...but there is a catch... last man standin' ...or lady... gets it!"
MacCready groaned. This was stupid, beyond stupid, but the caps..."Fine."
"Attaboy!”
Sanctuary Hills Annual Loony Dook.
MacCready stared at the painted ply board sign as if it was personally insulting him. Perhaps it was. If it hadn't existed, he wouldn't have been standing out in the rain.
He glanced at the plastic blue pins of Rad-X piled up in the little shed next to the sign, blankets too. Nate was prepared for everything.
MacCready's laugh was almost incredulous. "Is that why you've been hoarding all the supplies!? Because you were planning this stupid event!?"
Nate laughed in response. "Notice that did ye?"
MacCready sighed. "How can I not notice!?"
"I hardly want folks getting sick from radiation poisoning while they're havin' fun. Now, c'mon, come help me welcome our guests," Nate elbowed him in the ribs before gesturing to the rest of Sanctuary.
"Fine!”
"Let's get the show on the road," Nate smiled, marching off toward the gates where the majority of the settlers were gathered.
"Hey, Blue!” Piper called out to them as they approached.
"Ah, monsieur! It is quite the spectacle you are throwing here today," Curie said as the two came to a stop. "I must say, I am rather excited to try this 'dooken' as you call it. The effects of immersion in such cold temperatures will be most fascinating!"
"Ye'll love it, lass," Nate replied.
"Where the Frick did you get bathing suits?" MacCready asked her, noticing the bright pink ruffled one piece she was wearing.
"As it turns out," Piper began. "Curie has a remarkable sewing ability...she even made something for you..."
"You made me something...?"
MacCready would have blushed if it weren't for how cold he was, the likelihood of any color filling his cheeks was slim to none–even with all his layers!
Curie nodded enthusiastically. "Wi, Monsieur Nate provided me with a list of attendees!"
He did what?
"Here you go!" She handed him a bundle of striped green and white fabric.
"Thanks... I think." MacCready looked at it skeptically. It was a one-piece suit of sorts. Not unlike what the girl was wearing, but with longer legs.
"Deacon's is blue and white, Preston also, but different shades! They look most handsome!"
"Why thank you, ma'am," Deacon appeared behind the doctor. "I think you look very dashing yourself."
"Merci!"
He looked ridiculous, a similarly striped suit to the one in MacCready’s hands, he guessed the red cape was his own addition.
"This IS most invigorating," followed another voice, this time belonging to a smiling tin can.
"Danse...lad..." Nate paused. "Do ye no think that's cheatin', son?"
The ex-Brotherhood Paladin just shrugged. "On the contrary, General. Without the appropriate protective clothing, my Power Armor provides no protection from the elements."
"Without protective—are you telling me you're in your birthday suit under there!?" MacCready blurted out.
Danse simply nodded. "Affirmative."
"General, your friend from Concord has arrived...and he brought company," Preston joined the fold, Minutemen blue in his bathing suit, and still wearing his hat.
"Jacob is here!?" Nate sounded more excited than he intended.
The group glanced at each other.
"Who's Jacob?" Piper asked after him.
Nate just waved her off.
"Does our good General have a secret to share?" A gravelly voice asked from behind them.
"John," MacCready turned to face the ghoul and he couldn't help it. His eyes dropped lower.
What the actual fuck!? Could that even be considered clothes? Red leather Speedo, cowboy boots and his signature hat...that was all he was wearing.
"My eyes are up here, kid," Hancock grinned as the younger man realized what he was doing.
"Wha--I wasn't—"
"You were," Hancock's smile turned into a smirk.
"Well ain't this quite the gatherin' and you thought people would pass up the opportunity for tradition!" Another accent entered their midst.
"I'm only here for the caps...got my eye on a new mod for my rifle," another familiar face pushed through the throng of bodies.
"Aiden's here too?" MacCready muttered under his breath. The ex-minuteman Gunner hunter didn't seem to know where to look as he came to a stop.
"Gotta say, Slick, you got a lotta people who care about ya," Jake leaned against the wooden railings of the bridge.
"Well, ain't you a handsome one!"
MacCready's smile widened. Cait!?
"Uh...thanks..." Aiden mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck. "I uh...I'm just gonna..."
"Don't take it personally, darlin'," Jake smiled. "Aiden's not much for conversation."
"Who else are we expecting, Monsieur?” Curie asked.
"Nick's around, he's keepin' Dugmeat busy so folks can get ready and I do believe Strong is off huntin' fer our supper," Nate answered.
"Splendid! Would your boyfriend like a costume, Monsieur?”
"Boyfriend!? I—"
Nate cleared his throat.
"Thank ya, darlin'," Jake smiled at the doctor. "Much appreciated."
"Hey, Sharpshooter!"
MacCready froze. No...fuck no...he didn't hear that. He refused to turn around and look.
"Mac?"
No.
"MacCready!"
"Beau..." the mercenary reluctantly turned.
Fuck! Sturges was wearing one of those swimsuits too, and the size of him. It was...indecent.
"Howdy," Sturges tipped his head and smiled.
MacCready was dead, dying, or just having some incredibly vivid hallucination. No way. Just fucking no.
"What's wrong?"
"I'd harbor a guess our Merc here is wondering how you can fix his plumbing," Hancock chimed in.
"I—"
"Think he's wondering if your equipment is up to the task," Deacon added.
"That is most absurd," Curie commented. "Sturges is a mechanic, not a plumber."
"A certified handyman," Piper giggled.
"Shut the fu—uh heck up!"
Hancock snorted.
"That's enough...quit teasin' the poor lad." Jake stepped in to defend him.
"Yeah, lay off the kid." Nick Valentine decided to join them, standing by Nate's side, no swimsuit for him...it was almost like he was programmed to wear nothing but his detective gear. "You know how sensitive he is."
MacCready felt like he was about to spontaneously combust.
"I'm gonna go change before I get the urge to shoot someone." MacCready stormed off.
"Someone's touchy," Cait noted.
"More like he can't handle the heat," Hancock countered.
"You should probably change as well," Nick suggested to the newcomer. Knew the fella from all the times he stopped by that information broker who had taken up residence in Diamond City. "The Ron"? Or something like that.
"Right you are, Mister Valentine," Jake agreed. "I will be right back."
"So polite! Monsieur Jacob makes a most agreeable guest," Curie smiled.
"I know, right! He's a peach." Piper grinned. "Got yourself a good one there, Blue."
"No foolin' you lot, is there?” Nate just laughed. "C'mon, we might as well get a move on. It's comin' up to noon soon."
MacCready stood in front of the bathroom mirror. It took him a few minutes to figure out how to put the damned thing on. It was too tight in some places, yet hung awkwardly from his body.
At least his hat matched, because it was staying on.
A knock on the door snapped him out of his thoughts.
"You got lost in there?” Jake's voice carried through the wooden door.
"Just give me a second!"
"Alrighty..."
A few deep breaths, and MacCready was good to go.
"Not a word...not a single freaking word!"
Jake held his hands up and took a step back. "Wouldn't dream of it."
MacCready stomped past the engineer and back towards the group.
"Christ, and I thought I was pasty... lookin' at ye, it's like a white sheet slapped 'er a skeleton."
MacCready glared daggers at the smug looking bastard and wished he had his rifle. How is this bastard not shivering? MacCready could barely keep himself from trembling, and he's standing there, barefoot with no shirt on. Only thing he has on is a pair of red plaid trunks and his glasses.
"Har har... can we get this over with already?"
Nate grinned from ear to ear. "Ye sound like ye don't wanna do this."
"Oh? What gave it away?" MacCready crossed his arms across his chest, the cool air and heavy rainfall chilling his skin.
"All the shivering, mate," Nate gestured to him. "Ye need to move...maybe jog on the spot...keep the blood pumpin'...else ye won't make it tae the end."
MacCready growled at him. "Can you stop patronizing me and just start the damn thing already!?”
Nate looked around the group, taking stock of each person involved. There was a gathering now, a relatively small crowd, but the amount of people willing to participate was surprising.
"Sir..."
Nate near on jumped out of his skin. "Where the blasted hell did you come from!?"
X6-88 lowered his sunglasses and blinked at him. "I arrived via relay at 1200 hours, sir. I was ensuring the young sir was adequately prepared for the festivities."
"Dad?” Shaun emerged from behind the courser.
"Shaun?" Nate was utterly confused. "What are you doing here?"
"Father heard you were hosting an event and thought I should attend," Shaun smiled.
The sight of him. Pajamas, Welly boots and a rain hat, standing beside X6-88 in his ...everything black bathing suit. MacCready's sides ached. He was laughing, unable to control the burst of hysteria that bubbled within him.
"Escaped synths will be shaking in their boots," MacCready managed to wheeze out.
"I believe Ms Curie has made an adequate fit for me... sir," X6-88 said in reply.
It was the boots, the damned combat boots! MacCready laughed louder.
"I do not believe you are in a position to be mocking me, Sir. If my calculations are correct, you have a higher chance of being affected by hypothermia due to your lack of body fat and muscle mass. Perhaps you should reconsider abstaining from the use of cigarettes and alcohol, it would improve your health immeasurably."
MacCready stopped laughing. "Did you just..."
"I believe the term is 'kicking while he's down,' sir."
"A'right...enough eh that." Nate stepped in.
If MacCready didn't know better, he'd have thought the courser was smirking at him from beneath those glasses.
"First things first," Nate opened the shed. "Take a couple rad-x tabs each...Codsworth is gonnae countdown from ten and ring the bell...when he does, ye run in. Simple as that. The last person out wins the prize. We've got fires burning, food grilling and booze on tap...so enjoy yerselves, aye?"
MacCready pulled his cap lower over his brow. This was going to suck.
"Let the games begin," Hancock shouted.
"Okay!" Nate announced. "Everyone in their positions. Codsworth, get ready to count us down, son!"
"As you wish Master Nate!" The Mr. Handy spun in place.
MacCready rolled his shoulders, trying to get the stiffness out of them. He could do this. He had to win. Five hundred caps were on the line.
The merc watched the crowd gather around the water's edge, everyone ready to make a break for it as soon as the robot started counting.
"Are we ready to commence the New Year's celebrations, sir?"
"Aye Codsworth." Nate smiled.
"Very good, sir. I shall begin the countdown now…Ten!"
This was it.
"Nine!"
MacCready bent his knees, ready to sprint.
"Eight!"
A quick glance left and right, and he noticed all the other competitors were doing the same.
"Seven!"
His eyes locked with Nate's, and the bastard winked at him.
"Six!"
Was he planning something?
"Five!"
The sniper shook his head.
"Four!"
He could beat Nate. He's hardy...grew up in a cave!
"Three!"
Focus, Robert. Just focus.
"Two!"
He was doing this for Duncan.
"Happy New Year, everyone! GO!!!”
He couldn't do this.
MacCready darted in the opposite direction as the rest of them.
"Ye wee bastard!" Nate shouted after him.
Fuck you, old man! He was out of there.
"Not on ma watch, laddie," Nate's footsteps pounded after him.
Shit, shit, shit.
"Stay the heck away from me!”
"Och, quit bein' such a rad-chicken!" Nate sped up.
MacCready's heart was racing, and he wasn't sure if it was from running or the adrenaline pumping through his veins. Either way, he needed to outrun the bastard.
"Ye're slowin' down!"
"Like hell I am!" MacCready shouted back at him.
Suddenly, there were arms wrapped around him.
"Got ye! Now intae the drink we go!" Nate lifted him off the ground and over his shoulders.
MacCready struggled in vain. "Put me down!"
"Not a chance! Ye're goan in!”
The world moved in slow motion. He could see Nate's feet running over the grass and dirt as he neared the water's edge. People were cheering, and dogs were barking.
"HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!"
Nate dove forward, releasing his grip on the merc, and they plunged into the icy cold waters below.
For a moment, MacCready floated through the murky depths. Then, he kicked upwards, breaking the surface of the water with a gasp.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Duncan forgive him! MacCready flailed as the frigid temperature of the water hit him. "It's freezing!"
"Aye, it's a wee bit nippy," Nate said calmly, swimming beside him. "Just breathe...in and oot."
"Breathe!?" MacCready screamed at him. "I'd rather—holy shi--"
"See, now ye're gettin' it," the older man was grinning like a madman.
"I'm going to kill you!"
"No if ye freeze...flap yer haunds aboot a bit..."
"C'mon, Mac! Dad knows what he's talking about!” Shaun called from the bankside.
"Your father is insane!" MacCready pointed at the boy.
"Our father!" Shaun smiled and gave him a double thumbs up.
What?
"Get it together, son!" Nate splashed water in his face. "Ye can do this."
MacCready growled and splashed him back. "I hate you."
Nate laughed. "C'mon...I can tell ye're getting used to it."
"I hate you so much," he swung his arms forward, moving them through the water.
"Nah, ye don't...if ye did, ye wouldn't be here now," Nate swam close to him. "It's just water...it cannae hurt ye."
MacCready glared at him. "I'm not..."
"Course not...yer the toughest son of a bitch I know..."
"Tougher than you?"
Nate's grin grew wider. "Guess we'll see."
"Bring it on, Old Man," MacCready's shivering subsided as he kept moving.
"Enough eh the "old" talk..."
"You're over 200...that's old..."
"That doesny count..."
"Says who?"
"Says me!" Nate ducked under the water, and MacCready braced himself for the inevitable.
A sudden tug on his foot, and the merc dropped beneath the surface. The shock of cold hit him once more, and he clawed his way to the top.
Nate surfaced and shook his head like a dog, somehow the glasses on his fat head still stayed on.
"Fun, ain't it?"
"How are you not frozen?" MacCready was panting now.
"Been dookin' since I was a wee lad," Nate answered. "The cauld...it's in ma blood."
MacCready cursed under his breath. "Sure, whatever you say."
Nate just laughed in response. "Another one down..."
"Huh?"
"Seems Piper's given up."
MacCready glanced around. Sure enough, the reporter was making her way back to shore.
"She's smart," the merc remarked.
"Ye did good, lass!” Nate shouted after her.
"Thanks, Blue," she waved before wrapping herself in the towel Codsworth had waiting for her.
"Woo...goddang I can't feel my digits!" Jake's voice cut through the chill in the air.
"Here's hoping your tongue is next..." Aiden drawled.
MacCready chuckled at the snide remark.
"Ma chère, this is most invigorating!" Curie was just... standing there in the water.
"That's one way of putting it," Piper pulled the blanket tighter around her shoulders.
"I can't...I'm out...ye are all mad!” Cait finally relented.
"I have to agree with you," Preston shivered, retreating.
"As long as I outlast the Brotherhood's cheer squad...I'm a winner..." Deacon chittered next to Danse.
"My training has prepared me to withstand all manner of conditions...you should consider admitting defeat while you still can."
"Nah-uh, Tin Can," the spy retorted. "I once disguised myself as a snowman for six hours...wait till you hear where I placed the carrot..."
Danse just grunted at him.
"This is a rush!" Hancock stretched his arms above his head.
"You say that until your bits fall off," MacCready jested.
"How do you know mine haven't already?" Hancock teased him back.
"Ugh...why the hell am I here..." Aiden grumbled.
"Because Slick asked us to be...so quit your complainin'..." Jake answered.
"Ye alright, sweetheart?"
MacCready nearly swallowed a mouthful of water when he heard that. Sturges was staring right at him.
"I'm fi--fine!" he stammered.
"Yer shakin' like a leaf," the mechanic continued, sweeping back his wet hair.
"I'm just...cold...nothing I can't handle," the merc replied, trying not to stare.
"Well good luck to ya...I need a beer." Sturges swam past him, heading toward the bank.
"I'm with him on that one," Aiden followed.
MacCready gazed longingly at the shoreline. It was tempting. He could just give up now.
Nate smirked at him. "Don't ye dare..."
"I wasn't..." the merc lied.
"Sure ye weren't–”
"It appears something has entered my armor! I appear to have been compromised!" Danse's booming voice rang through the air.
"Nothin' in this water but us, big guy," Hancock called out.
"I can assure you, I am not mistaken! There is something alive inside my suit!"
The spy swam closer to him. "Maybe it's a bloatfly larvae...they like to burrow in wet organic materials..."
Danse froze. "What?"
Deacon tried not to laugh.
"I must terminate this creature immediately!" Danse was starting to panic.
"I shall accompany Monsieur Danse in his endeavor," Curie volunteered.
"I'm out...I'm not missing this! Thanks for the swim, guys." And with that, Deacon climbed out of the water.
"Fascinating...perhaps I should join them," X6-88 followed suit.
"I ain't missing this... Tapping out," Hancock was next.
And then there were three.
"How're ye feelin'?”
"Fine..." MacCready answered.
"Naw really, how are ye feelin'?" Nate asked again.
"I feel...alive," the merc admitted.
"Ye still cold?"
"Too numb to tell..."
Nate let out a belly laugh at that. "That's the spirit."
"Slick?" Jake was shivering now. "I think I'm at my limit."
"Aye...let's get ye warmed up and some scran in ye," Nate agreed.
MacCready watched them climb out of the water. Nate gathered up a blanket from Codsworth and slung it over the pair of them.
"Ye coming, lad? Or do I need tae send Strong in tae get ye?"
MacCready watched them for a moment, Nate's arm resting protectively around the engineer's waist as they walked back toward the common area.
He...he won?
"Yeah...I'm coming..."
"Well done Master MacCready! A stupendous display!” Codsworth greeted him as he clambered out of the lake.
"Thanks, Codsworth," MacCready replied.
The Mr. Handy draped the blanket over his shoulders. "Come now, you must be famished after all that excitement."
"I'm starving..."
Nate rested his head on Jacob's shoulder, fresh clothes and a warm fire and an assortment of familiar faces, it was the perfect way to spend New Years.
"I hope everyone enjoyed themselves today," he said softly.
"You know I did, Blue," Piper replied as she sipped her hot chocolate.
"Me too!" Shaun sat cross-legged on the floor with Dogmeat's head in his lap. "This place is pretty great!”
"Indeed sir," X6-88 agreed. "The festivities were quite enjoyable."
"Oh it was most enjoyable indeed, Monsieur! Perhaps we could participate in this 'dooken' again next year." Curie leaned into Cait's side.
"Ye can count me in!" Cait kissed her on the forehead.
"What are you gonna call him?” Hancock asked, his chin propped up by his hand.
"Call who?" Nate frowned.
"His Stowaway," the ghoul said, nodding to the bundle in Danse's arms.
"My desire is to call him Cutler...but I fear I may not be able to adequately tame him..."
"Cutler is a fine name for a Mirelurk," Preston reassured him.
'I think so too," Hancock agreed.
"This is fascinating. I have never observed a juvenile hatchling in this state before," Curie commented as she peered over Danse's arm. "He is so well behaved!"
"These creatures are normally quite aggressive...but this one...I find it...endearing." Danse admitted.
"I know that feeling," Hancock smirked.
MacCready shifted in Beau's embrace, stretching his legs out in front of him before settling into the comfortable warmth surrounding him.
"Happy New Year," he yawned.
"Happy New Year," Sturges echoed, pulling him closer.
An array of voices replied with similar sentiments.
It made Nate proud. Somehow in the midst of chaos, they found each other, and despite the differences they once shared, the prejudices they had held, he brought them together. He only hoped it would be enough to see them through whatever the Wastes would throw at them next.
Nate leaned over and kissed Jake on the cheek. "Welcome tae the family."
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fallout4reacts · 6 months ago
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I interrupt the regularly scheduled Danse programming with the most handsomest ghoul
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waldensblog · 1 year ago
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Awkward.
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homesweetgoodneighbor · 2 years ago
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Celebratory steak, possibly cooked on the fires of the Prydwen remains, sounds like a solid plan to me.
Man's made himself a whole fuckin Steak. We literally just finished Red Glare. Got back to HQ and the man just had a whole ass STEAK.
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hanckocks-dagger · 5 months ago
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Masterlist
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Prefer to read on Ao3? I crosspost on there! Hancock's Dagger
Requests: Open!
Published:
(In other words) ︱read︱
John Hancock x reader
While high on Hancock’s couch, you get ready to tell him you’re leaving Goodneighbor tomorrow. Trouble is, the thought of kissing him just keeps distracting you. ︱ First kiss ︱ Getting together︱ Hancock is a simp ︱
Shake, rattle and roll ︱read︱
John Hancock x reader
You reunite with your lover after weeks away in the wasteland. The two of you are eager to reconnect ︱sappy smut ︱fluff︱ Hancock is a simp ︱
Well fed ︱read︱
Requested!
John Hancock x reader
After a scuffle on the road, Hancock takes care of you ︱ request! ︱pure porn ︱ trans masc! reader ︱ afab genitalia ︱ oral sex (m recieving) ︱praise kink ︱ knife play ︱service top! hancock ︱
Oh, the night's so blue ︱read pt 1.︱pt. 2 tbd︱ pt. 3 tbd︱
Something turned in my heart pt. 1
John Hancock x reader
implied/potential Nate (SoSu) x reader
After a drunken one night stand with your boss and mayor, you'd planned on hiding out in your room for several months. Those plans get delayed when Nate, general of the Minutemen and childhood friend, asks you and Hancock to join him on a quest in the west of the Commonwealth. ︱pining︱drunk sex so... dubcon?︱fell first/fell harder︱Hancock is a pining simp in this one︱ and a bit of a slut tbh︱ reader is not SoSu︱
Red nightgown blues ︱read︱
John Hancock x reader
Prompt from an ancient Livejournal Fallout kink meme. Not at all sure the original poster is active or has any idea I wrote this, but I figured I'd share it with you guys as well! Please heed the tags! ︱Miscarriage︱ reader has afab! anatomy︱ reader is the SoSu︱ angst (not much actually)︱ hurt/comfort︱ established relationship︱ reader worries about medical conditions︱
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A girl and her dog ︱August 20th︱
Cooper Howard x reader
A strange sight awaits you at the Super Duper Mart you'd been planning to make a trade at. He doesn't seem all that interested in you, but he does like your dog. ︱first meetings︱canon divergent from e4︱smut!︱
And wondering why it's me you're wronging ︱August 25th︱
John Hancock x reader
He said the mess with Bobby was nothing personal, but the glint in his eyes and his grip on your hips says otherwise ︱request!︱smut︱d/s vibes︱trans!masc reader︱ degradation︱mean Hancock in this one!!︱
Walk my way ︱August 30th︱
John Hanock x reader
You're acting like a schoolchild with a crush, despite being fully grown, second in command of the Minutemen and very much capable of holding John Hancock's hand without feeling like your face was on fire. ︱ new relationship ︱ flustered awkwardness from both of u︱ Nick and Nate are so sick of ur guys' shit︱ flirting︱ chem sharing︱ fell first/fell harder trope︱ terrible, terrible puns ︱
Currently unnamed three parter! ︱first part in september︱
John Hancock x reader
Tracking your relationship with John from neighbors in Diamond City to adults navigating life in downtown Boston ︱Childhood friends to lovers ︱ angst a plenty︱ smut! ︱miscommunication ︱Mistaken/concealed identity︱more tags to be added ︱
Promised never to ride (on another bronco) ︱tbd︱
Cooper Howard/The Ghoul x reader
Captured and tied, your captors toy with you to torture their enemy, the Ghoul. Left alone, with some unknown chem running through your veins, you get him to comfort you. ︱ SEX POLLEN!! ︱so dub-con︱still enthusiastic consent from u︱ oddly soft cooper︱ his first time in 200 years︱ ooc cooper?? I hope not but I'm a soft bitch and I need soft love︱
We’re not above birds (let’s misbehave) ︱tbd︱
John Hancock x reader
A quick little chem break on the road ︱smut︱shotgunning︱intoxicated sex︱
My love is a rider ︱tbd︱
Cooper Howard/The Ghoul x reader
The mojave: 2280. The backdrop for the perfect modern cowboy romance, right? ︱ohoh this one'll get freaky. I'm keeping my secrets︱
Singing my song (of loneliness) something turned in my heart pt. 2 ︱ tbd ︱
John Hancock x reader
Possible Nate Fallout (lmao what's his last name again) x reader
You weren't exactly sure how you'd been dragged from your comfortable bed in the Old State House to act as a therapist for the Sole Survivor, but here you were, in the great Green Jewel, with cooling noodles in front of you and a crying Nate on your shoulder ︱Very possibly maybe a threesome sitch? ︱ more of an introspective piece︱ reader is not SoSu ︱
Reduced to skin and bone ︱ tbd ︱
Multi-parter
Cooper Howard/The Ghoul x reader
Falling in love with an older, failing actor in the throes of divorce was definitely not the best career move for you, an up and coming Hollywood script writer, but something about those eyes drew you in... ︱ pre-war ︱ post-war ︱ very romantic ︱ personal drama ︱ tons of smut ︱ older man/younger woman ︱ fucked up vault-tec experiments ︱ more tags to be added ︱
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everydayyoulovemeless · 1 year ago
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hiya, how are you doing?
I recently read one of your posts containing yandere NV HCs of certain characters, and it gave me an idea for a request if you're feeling up to it.
This'll be a Fallout 4 yandere headcannon, if that's alright with you. The characters would be:
Deacon, Nick and Hanock, or if you're wanting to, replace any character with Danse, Macready or Cait. I feel like you'd obliterate this, since I live off your writing, lol.
nonetheless, have a good one!
Yandere Deacon, Nick, and Hancock HCs
➼ Word Count » 1.8k ➼ Warnings » Stalking, Threats, Kidnapping, Possessiveness, Drugging, and General Yandere Themes. ➼ Genre » Yandere, Romantic ➼ A/N » Ah! You're so sweet Nonnie! I hope this was what you were looking for <33
Deacon
Deacon knows everything about you. He's constantly following you around and 'gathering intel' as he likes to call it. He'll end up knowing everything there is to know before the two of you even meet.
He justifies everything he does by telling himself that 'he has a job to do and he needs to do it well', even if he seems to have an entire shrine of you back at base.
He gets so scared once you both officially meet because it means that he doesn't have to stalk you for his job anymore. Now he has no reason to find out all these little things about your life, and it scares him that he doesn't have that cover to hide his true intentions behind anymore.
He's very aware at how unhealthy his feelings toward you are and distances himself as much as possible before disappearing from your life entirely.
Eventually, he won't be able to help it and will find a way to weasel back into your life once again, and everything will seem normal from there. You'll hardly realize the type of person Deacon actually is because of how easy it is for him to lie to you.
A lot of the times when he doesn't like someone you hang out with, he'll stalk them for a bit before killing them in a way he sees fit. Usually, it's just sniping, but he can get ugly if provoked. (he was a part of the DP deathclaws at one point)
You'll be none the wiser to the truth because of how easily he can spin it to make him look better. Everything will seem fine and peachy while on the flip side, Deacon's breaking the majority of his morals just to keep his state of mind at bay.
He tries his best to appear laid back and friendly but on the inside he’s screaming, fighting himself not to just grab you or rough up some sideman. He does so much to keep his composure and show that nothing bothers him that it ends up taking a toll on his health.
Even if you dismiss him back to a settlement, he’ll still be 10 steps behind you. He’s come this far and he’s not losing you. He’ll protect you to his last breath.
Deacon might even start sending threatening messages anonymously through caravans just to keep you on edge. He wants you to come running into his arms, hiding away in the Railroad HQ, afraid of your possible assassination while you’re out and about. He can manipulate you so much easier if you're scared.
"Yeahhh, you're 'friend' said that they didn't wanna stick around. Who needed them though, right?"
He might not be one for physical affection, but he ends up hugging you a whole lot as a yandere. They're far from welcoming too due to how tight they are. Bros got an iron grip on you.
Deacon is really protective of you. He doesn’t really care who he’s killing or what he’s doing, if he perceives it as a threat to your relationship, he’s gonna get rid of it. The two of you are partners now, right? You only ever really need him.
He and you will be best friends until he one day decides that he's going to confess to you, and if you even seem slightly against the idea he'll have no issue kidnapping you and keeping you locked away.
He’ll have you trust everything he says, every little lie will go right over your head until it’s too late. All of sudden a hand will reach out from an alley and drag you away from the rest of the Commonwealth, stashed away for Deacon's own peace of mind. Why wouldn’t you want to stay with him, though? He was with you from the start. He knows exactly what he needs to do for you in any situation. He's the one you really want—the one you really need, whether you realize it or not.
Nick
Has a case on you constantly open. Any slight change in behavior or new acquaintance is documented down in his files.
He's on a constant watch for any variable that might compromise your safety or well-being, and if he does find something he deems a threat, he'll take care of it promptly. Even if it's not an act you might've liked.
If he ever finds that you've been gone for longer than usual, he'll track you down and take you to the agency where he won't let you out of his sight for the next couple of days.
There's nothing in the world that would make him want to ever hurt you and makes a constant effort in ensuring that he doesn't accidentally leave a scratch from his busted metal hands.
He's WAYY too overprotective, and he's aware of it, but he convinces himself that since it's for noble-ish reasons, then he's good. I mean, protecting people is his entire job, why would him wanting to defend you be viewed as unhealthy? He desperately tries to convince himself that he's completely in the right, even when that nagging feeling doesn't leave.
He'll try to convince you to live at the agency with him and Ellie. He might even manipulate Ellie into unknowingly helping him out in entrapping you. Having a second-friendly face might just do the trick.
If you happen to own a terminal then bro Is gonna hack it and use any information or logs to his advantage.
Nick has a tendency to just kinda reach out and grab your chin. He does it for multiple reasons: inspecting you for cuts, feeling your skin against him, or simply just making you look at him. He doesn't even realize how often he does it.
Being a detective for so long has made him incredible at reading people, and he especially likes to read you. Every slight jerk or reaction tells him everything he needs to know and he plays off of it so well.
He’s a little insecure due to him not being human. He knows he’s not your ideal type, and he wouldn’t make you be in a relationship with him, as long as you listen and let him protect you then he’s happy. (although, that wouldn't stop him from occasionally slaughtering others out of jealousy)
He’s always there to comfort your or aid in whatever quest you doing to the point that you become emotionally dependent on him.
Nick's probably the most understanding and reasonable yanderes on this list. He never wants you to be scared or alone like he was and his goal will mainly be to keep you happy, no matter what that would take.
It gets to the point where he doesn't want you going to anyone else when you're in distress and would find himself getting a little jealous if you did. He'll end up taking them out if it gets bad enough. You don't really need them that badly anyway, he knows so much more about you and can help you so much better.
"Believe me, doll, they aren't the person you think they are."
Hancock
He's got an eye for you the second you walk into Goodneighbor. He's always going to be lurking around, popping out of corners, and throwing his arm around your shoulders before butting into whatever conversation you were already having.
He has a habit of lacing the things you intake (stimpaks, water, food, etc.) with drugs so that he can take you up to the Old State House to 'take care of you'. It usually ends up being him clinging to you and begging you to stay because you're not in the right headspace, even when you're fully sober.
He'll start telling the people around town that he and you are a thing. Soon enough the guards are all keeping an eye out for you and will stop anyone who tries to hit on you.
He likes it better when you're reliant on him and will have people stage these incidents nearby to make you fearful of going out alone or at the very least more cautious so that he could swoop in and protect you more often
There were a few people who spoke out against what he seemed to be trying to do but they all kept disappearing and, eventually, people stopped questioning it.
Hancock is always going to be thinking about you. It comes to a point where even Farenheit is concerned about whether his crush is healthy or not and might even try to put an end to it as well. That being said, he wants you to be thinking about him just as much and would start slaughtering raiders in front of you so that you never forget him. It'll mostly just end up freaking you out because of how brutal it usually is, but that doesn't stop him.
His obsession gets worse and worse over time until it eventually drives him to do more drastic things like kidnapping you.
He'll manage to convince you that some raider gang has a hit out for you and he just wants to make sure you stay safe till it all boils over. Fahrenheit feels so bad for you as she's not sure what she should do. She just watches you tremble in the corner, knowing it's from Hancock injecting you with Med-X and instilling a false sense of danger into you.
You won't be completely stuck up in the Old State House, though, whenever he has to go somewhere or do something, he'll sometimes take you along. Only if you've been good for him. He likes to think of these times as dates because he tries to get to know you more and ask questions about your past and all that. He finds you really interesting and loves hearing you talk.
He'd love to spoil you with whatever you wanted. It could be something only found on the West coast and he'd still make the journey for you. It's not even funny how lovesick he is.
He gets kinda paranoid that you'd run away from him, so some nights he'll just tie you up, pull you into his lap, and shush your panicked sobs.
The good thing about Hancock is that he's not pushy when it comes to sex. He might flirt a lot and be kinda touchy, but he'd never dreamt of crossing any lines until you said you were ready. He'd wait till the end of time if he had to.
He'll try his best to keep you sheltered and away from the horrors happening outside. He wants to keep you as pure and ignorant as he possibly can. He thinks it's better that way.
As harsh as his actions can appear, he's actually really soft towards you. His touches are gentle, his voice is quiet, and his eyes are always full of adoration.
Friendly guy, just be careful what you mention to him. He has a habit of going batshit on people he deems wrong for you.
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gay-spaghetti · 3 years ago
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Alignment Chart Memes -  Fallout 4 Companions
I did this instead of homework.
No, I do not take constructive criticism. ;3 (Except for the Among Us one because that was actually kind of hard, haha)
I didn’t include Old Longfellow or Ada because I just don’t know them that well :/
Haunted House chart by @additional-alignment-charts​ Caramelldansen chart by @poetonthemoon​ Among Us chart by @neithrain (I modified it a little)
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ghoul-foolery · 5 months ago
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Thinking about how Ghoul!Nate would have lived in Diamond City, and might have had to put up with John McDonough a couple times through the years.
Thinking about how Ghoul!Nate helps John through the transition into ghoulism. Thinking about how John asks Ghoul!Nate for help in training for the Goodneighbor Coup against Vic.
The way I’ve wanted a slow-ish burn Nate x Nora x Hancock fic since 20-fucking-15.
Give me… Ghoul!Nate who wasn’t home the morning the bombs dropped, and has no clue his wife secured a place for them in the vault, or that she is still alive. Ghoul!Nate who was around for the Goodneighbor coup, and is one of Hancock’s closest friends and go-to muscle. Hancock who is so dang smitten over the vaultie who just rolled into town, only to realize it’s his best friend’s wife.
The angst. The pining. The ghoul shit.
Give me… Nate and Nora both surviving the vault — Kellogg didn’t shoot to kill/some kinda cryo science bullshit kept them alive through the remaining freeze — and it’s the three idiots just steadily coming together over time.
The friends to lovers pipeline. The “I love you both so much”. The “if anything happens to me take care of my spouse”.
Give me… that weird three-way soulmate au because I am the biggest sucker for soulmate au.
The “omg they have another soulmate”.
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veshialles · 3 years ago
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Following the Freedom Trail
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nuclear-w1nter · 2 years ago
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Nick: we took care of Kellogg, turns out he was an Institute mercenary.
Hancock, completely and utterly out of pocket: Kellogg looks like he was both born in, and grew up in prison lol mfer looks like a wrinkled thumb 😂
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homesweetgoodneighbor · 2 years ago
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Danny Shorago's band the Fuxedos did a gorgeously psychotic rendition of Green Day's "Basket Case" and now I wanna ask him to please do American Idiot in Hancock's voice
I am no longer on Twitter, as in I deleted my account, because I refuse to be party to Elon Musk's bullshit, but Danny is a very cool dude. Like, he may be a chaotic force of nature, but he's a good guy, much like the illustrious mayor he plays. (I mean, he put up with me asking, for the sake of my followers, how hung he thinks Hancock is...without me considering he might take it as a request for a dick pick, which I adamantly said "NO! Bloody hell, I can see why you'd think that, but seriously, people who follow me were speculating and I have no shame so I decided to ask..." and he took it all in stride.) I promise you, you can ask. If he says no, he won't be mean about it. I mean, I don't know the kind of vocal strain it would take to sing in Hancock's voice (if any at all). But, seriously, Dear Anon, if you're polite about asking, he might surprise you.
I am almost tempted to make another Twitter account long enough to ask him myself...
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atombonniebaby · 1 year ago
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You know, I impressed myself with this one! (bald people are surprisingly difficult to draw 😅)
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I'm going to add each companion to a group snap as I go...I'm already thinking Mac needs a redo 😅
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fallout-4-react · 3 years ago
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Hi all! Welcome to Fallout 4 Reacts. Below are the rules for requests.
Interested in Fallout Reacts? I have a New Vegas React blog as well!
~ Requests are Open ~
Please check here to make sure requests are open before requesting!
Request Rules:
- No romance and no smut. I will take many requests, but any request with romantic undertones will be kept mainly platonic
- Fallout 4 only. If you want to see New Vegas reactions I impore you to go to my other blog mentioned above :) I don't know the companions accuretly from other games. Not well enough I could do them justice anyway.
- Any request sent with closed requests will be ignored until requests open back up again.
- Please specify if you want only a specific companion, or a companion other than the permanent ones, including from the DLCs. :)
- My writing style is more hurt/comfort. If you want really angst, hurt/no comfort, or something else, please specify <3
Thank you, I hope you enjoy!
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fallout-tactics · 4 years ago
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I remember trying to explain in the Hancock tag that he probably smells really bad because Jet is cow shit fumes and they would not have it.
They are not ready for the truth.
Hancock is a tumblr sexyman and they can’t accept he smells like cow shit.
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shigaraki-s · 4 years ago
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i just want to go to virgil's laboratory mr deathclaw
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robogenko · 5 years ago
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meh, I’ve been having trouble drawing for myself, but here’s something I liked enough to share
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