#rj maccready x sole survivor

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16 with our boy Maccready?

Maybe (RJ MacCready x F!Sole)

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Author's Note: I'm really sorry about this one. My brain connected to my fingers and took it away from me. BUT THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST I HOPE YOU ENJOY!!!!

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, HEAVY HEAVY MENTIONS OF SUICIDE ATTEMPT, can't stress that enough, it got a tiny bit dark, language, alcohol usage

Word Count: 1.5k

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The Commonwealth is awake tonight, brimming with relief and happiness. Everyone heard the loud explosion that rattled what was left of Boston. The dust had settled hours ago, coating the Boston Commons in a thin layer of radioactive fallout. You’re not sure where your team went, but if you had to guess, they’re out celebrating. You should be celebrating with them, but how can you when you have just killed your only son?

So you sit alone, nursing a bottle of aged whiskey as you stare out into the city, contemplating your life these past eight months. Maybe Shaun had a point, you think to yourself, taking a swig of liquid. Maybe the Commonwealth is beyond helping. The thought causes you to freeze. How can you think like that? Despite 70% of the inhabitants trying to kill you, there are still some decent people. Thoughts like that are what formed the Institute. Maybe Shaun did get his messed up ideologies from you.

Shrugging your shoulders, you take another chug from your bottle, eyes peering out from the edge of MassFusion. Struggling to get up, you stagger to the edge, leaning your top half over, gauging the height. If you jumped, death would be guaranteed.

Tears prickle your eyes as you unlatch your pip boy, setting it to the side before stepping onto the edge, body swaying in drunken stupor. Would anyone miss you? What use to them are you now that the Institute is destroyed? Maybe MacCready will miss you, but even then, he got what he wanted. He got his son back. He won’t miss you. He has his son, everyone has someone, and you don’t. Maybe it would be best to join Shaun and Nate in the grave. “I’m sorry, Robert.”

Your leg slips off the edge, closing your eyes, expecting to meet air, but instead your body is thrown to the ground. Either that was a really fast fall or you’re dead. “What the actual hell are you doing?” That’s not Nate’s voice. That’s MacCready’s. Why am I hearing his voice? Is this what the afterlife is like? A pair of arms shake your body vigorously, causing your eyes to open, meeting a pair of very blue, but very angry eyes. “What the heck is your problem?” He drags your body away from the edge toward the center of the roof. 

“Mac? Am I dead?” You try to sit up but he places his body on top of yours, his hands holding your arms to your side.

“Is that what you’re doing? Were you trying to kill yourself?” His voice is strained, trying to hold back his emotion. “Why the fu-frick would you do that?”

You try again to sit up, but he doesn’t budge. In normal circumstances, you would blush with him on top of you, maybe tease him. Now is not that time. Knowing that he caught you, you let out a sigh of defeat. “Yeah, RJ. I was.”

Tears well in his eyes. Why would you do that to him? It’s bad enough Lucy is dead, he does not want another person he cares about dead. And no one would’ve known. “Why?”

Looking away from his heartbroken face, tears spill down your cheeks. “I don’t belong here, Mac. I don’t belong in this world.”

“So what? You’re just going to jump? Not tell anyone? Let some raider find your dead body? What if Piper had found your body? Hancock? Nick? Deacon?”

“Mac.”

“What if I had found your body? Do you have any idea what that would have done to me? How could you even think about doing something so… so stupid?!”

“There’s nothing for me here!” You yell out into the night, giving up trying to get out of his grasp. “My husband is dead! My son is DEAD! And I’m all alone,” you sob from underneath him as he looks away, wiping his tears. “I mean, Piper has her sister. Nick has Ellie. Hancock has Fahrenheit. You have Duncan. I have no one.”

MacCready slips off of you, instead pulling you onto his lap and holding you close to his body, terrified that you would try to jump again. One of his hands reaches up to stroke your hair in a vain attempt to sooth you. Looking up into the night sky, MacCready wishes to whoever is out there that they provide him with the words that he wants to say, but has always been scared to. A bright twinkle in the sky catches his eyes and he takes that as a sign. “You have me,” he pauses as your sobs begin to subside, now replaced with sniffles. “I love you, dammit. You’re the most incredible, strong, courageous, beautiful woman I know. You literally walked out of a vault, in a new world, and bared it to find your son. Not a lot of people would have done that. They would’ve given up, seen it as a lost cause, but not you. And even when we weren’t trying to find your son, you still helped people in ways that no one would have done.” You fall silent as he looks straight at you. “Even when given the choice between your son and the rest of the city, you chose the city. You’ve done so much for everyone. You’ve done so much for me. You saved me, from myself. I don’t know what I would do if I hadn’t seen you the second that I did.”

“How did you even see me? I thought everyone would be out celebrating?” MacCready chuckles, tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear, using his thumb to wipe your cheek.

“I never left. I decided to just stay in the shadows. I knew you needed space and I didn’t want to be a bother, so I just hung around in the shadows. It’s a damn good thing that I did. I didn’t know what you were going to do, but my gut was telling me you were about to do something stupid, so I stepped in.” Both of you fall silent, embarrassment blooming under your cheeks at the thought of actually going through with it right in front of him while he comes down from the adrenaline rush of running over to you and grabbing onto you at the last second before throwing you onto the ground. He didn’t mean to throw you, but if it was throwing you two feet onto the roof or watching you fall 14 stories, he would throw you over and over until he couldn’t no more. 

Reaching back to scratch at the nape of his neck, he averts his eyes to the edge where he had almost lost you before turning his attention back to you. “Look, (Y/N). I know you think that you don’t have anyone here, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. I’m sure that the entire decent half of the Commonwealth would rally behind you if you gave the word. And I know I’m not a lot, but you have me at the very least. You will always have me.”

His words peel at your heart. You’ve always had a soft spot for the mercenary, and fell completely in love with him when he told you his story. And now, hearing him pour out his heart again, this time for you, has you reconsidering your plight. “RJ. You are more than enough.” You surge forward, your lips pressing into his like he’s your lifeline. 

It takes him only a second to realize what is happening, but as he realizes, he’s immediately kissing back, holding you impossibly close, mentally cursing the clothes between the two of you. Not that he’s thinking of sex right now, because he’s definitely not, but he craves the physical intimacy that this moment requires. Pulling away with slight regret, he presses his forehead against, sharp lines of his nose nudging yours in a loving manner. “Please, reconsider. Stay here, alive, with your friends. With me. Stay with me.”

“But what about Duncan?”

“What about him? (Y/N), you and him are the most important people in my life. I would do anything for either of you. Please, stay with me and Duncan. I need you.”

Nodding your head, you wipe the snot from your nose with the back of your hand, trying to make yourself presentable knowing it’s a moot point. “Ok.”

“Okay!” He giggles softly, pulling you back into him, cradling your head as he presses a kiss to your temple. “You’re going to be okay. We’re going to be okay.”

“RJ?”

“Hmm?”

“If I did do it. Would you come to my funeral?” 

“I’d bury you next to Nate and Lucy. I mean it. I would do anything for you.”

[fallout-through-the-crawlout]

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

Maccready:

Sole Survivor:

Deacon: Who won gold?

[everydayyoulovemeless]

Hi! I really like your writing!

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

Wounds ↠ MacCready x Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You smiled a little wider, "No reason."

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Prompt 37 with MacCready, please 😊

“You know, you can stay if you want to.”

Robert Joseph MacCready x reader

Summary: He's just lonely. Also a lil confession and a smooch because I will it.

1226 words

The cure of his son was found, and now he wasn't sure where to go from here.

When he first arrived, he thought it would be simple, find the cure and go back to the Capital wasteland to do god knows what. But now he wasn't so sure anymore. He was seated on the couch, within the comforts of your home. MacCready had gotten very familiar with the interior. It felt like home every time he stepped foot in.

That odd feeling in his chest crept up as he watched you prepare dinner; he hadn't felt it since Lucy was killed. It scared him, part of him felt bad, but he couldn't help but crave it like a drug.

"Is everything alright?" Your soft voice snapped him out of his thoughts, his heart skipping a beat. "You're zoning out." The mercenary pursed his lips at your words, forcing his gaze away from you.

"Yeah, I'm okay. Just... glad Duncan's going to be alright. Those caravans are faster than I could ever hope to be on my own," MacCready replied, a small, emotional smile creeping on his face.

"I understand... I'm just glad everything went well," you tried to cheer him up, patting his shoulder. The sensation of your touch sent waves of warmth through his body; his heart audible in his ears.

"Thanks... just glad I met you when I did," he sighed as he looked back at you again. "Guess that means I have to go back to the Capital wasteland soon." That last part was spoken quietly as a small frown played on his lips.

You sat down next to him, your hand resting on his back. Half of MacCready wanted to tear himself away, to not get attached again. The other half wanted to cling to you like his life depended on it.

"Don't get me wrong, I wanna see Duncan again, more than anythin'. But... that means I gotta leave you behind. Unless you come with me." He hoped you would say yes, that you would drop everything here and come with him.

"You know I can't," you frowned, rubbing his back. MacCready let out a defeated sigh. It was wishful thinking, but it was worth a shot anyway. The two of you stayed silent before you spoke again.

"You're awfully desperate to stay close to me," you teased, trying to lighten the mood. Unbeknownst to you, MacCready felt like his head was about to turn cherry red.

"Well, I mean... I care about you, you're the only person I can trust. Listen... I.." he sighed before trailing off. It was all too much, the pain of losing Lucy only to feel that same feeling creep up his spine. With a slightly frustrated look on his face, he stood up and reached for a cigarette. "Forget it."

"Come on Mac, you can talk to me," you pressed as the young man lit the cigarette before taking puff from it. The mercenary paused, his fingers clutching the cigarette as smoke came from his mouth, contemplating his next words.

"I don't wanna part from you, ever." The words finally came out of him, his back turned towards you. "I lost too much already. You make everything feel a little more bearable. If I had to leave you behind, I'd go back to my old depressing life. I'd miss you like crazy."

With a small smile you got up, putting your hand on his shoulder. It caused him to tense, not daring to look back at you.

"Why don't you tell how you really feel?" You asked, gently squeezing his shoulder. MacCready choked on nothing, coughing slightly. He took a moment to collect himself before he spoke again.

"I want you," he spoke in a strained voice. "I wanna be with you until the day I drop dead." He finally glanced back at you, his heart pounding in his chest.

"Nothing would make me happier," you softly admitted as you laid your head against his back, causing him to sharply inhale. The two of you stood there for a moment before you spoke again.

“You know, you can stay if you want to.”

MacCready's eyes widened at that, turning his face to look at you. "Stay... here in the Commonwealth?" He inquired, leaning back slightly, wanting to relish in the physical contact.

"Yeah... once you get your son you could come back here. Sanctuary has enough place for you and your son," you elaborated with a hopeful smile. MacCready's mood lifted instantly as his eyes lit up.

"You mean that, I could stay here? Man... I don't know what to say. You've done too much for me already. But if that means I can stay close to you, then it's worth it." It took every ounce of his willpower not to reach out for you, feeling your touch so much more now.

"I want this, and I want you to stop feeling like you owe me." MacCready smiled even wider as he turned to face you. You opened your mouth to speak when he pulled you flush against his chest.

"Thanks again, this place is a lot better for Duncan anyway... and having you here, it's better for me as well." You reached up to cup his face, feeling the warmth under his skin. MacCready didn't pull away, instead leaning in closer.

"You have some real bad taste, going for a guy like me," MacCready grinned, showing his less than pristine teeth. "Guess I can't complain though." He gathered the rest of his courage to pull one more mouth. "Means I can do this," he mumbled as he leaned down, pecking your lips swiftly before pulling away. You blinked, taken off guard by the sudden action before mirroring his expression.

"If you're going to do that, at least be a man and make it last," you teased, pulling him closer with your hands gripping the lapels of his duster.

"Whatever you say boss," MacCready mumbled, all too happy to wrap his arms around you again and place another kiss on your lips, this time letting it linger, his eyes fluttering shut. When he pulled away, he was content to hold you close to him. The mercenary rested his head on your shoulder.

"You know..." he began again. "If I'm gonna be livin' here, I should get a say in how we decorate the place."

You let out a groan, leaning against him. "Oh please don't start that," you whined, burying your face against his neck.

"Oh come on, I got good tastes. How about that lime green and fuchsia? That'll really liven up the place," he teased, a small laugh escaping his lips as you gently smacked his back.

"You're awful," you grumbled as you pulled back, pouting at the man in front of you.

"I'm guessing that's a no to a zebra print couch then?" MacCready continued, his hands still holding your waist.

"I changed my mind, you're going back to the Capital wasteland," you huffed in faux annoyance. MacCready bust up laughing again, his thumbs stroking your sides idly.

"Uh uh, too late for that. I'm already hooked on the idea, you're stuck with me." He kissed your your forehead, too giddy to care about how sappy he was being.

"I'm okay with that," you replied softly, pulling him in for another embrace.

[somethingaboutmint]

i'm ill

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MacCready Fanfiction Recs (Fallout 4)

hey everybody, nobody asked for this but in the midst of writing fallout fanfic I was feeling a special kind of love for my favorite fo4 fanfics and wanted to recommend them in case you hadn't read 'em. Because they are VERY GOOD and writing fanfic is hard, so you gotta give props to those who sweat for your comfort fics.

I'm gonna recommend my top three finished fanfics, and then two more bonus fics that are being updated rn. As a clarifier, these are all Maccready fallout 4 fics. so. keep that in mind.

im tagging the authors and also anybody who wants to join and share their favorites too!

3. THE FATHER(S) AND THE SON(S) on ao3 by @sirmanmister

I'm going to preface this rec by saying this: there is Fanon MacCready. There is canon MacCready. And then there is ascended!whatBethesdawishesitWAS MacCready, which exists solely in this fanfiction. The characterization of Mac is so well written. He is snarky, he is vulnerable. He desperately wants to grow up but doesn't know how. He has the most sick character arc in this story!!!

It's not a romance but instead a coming of age story where the sole survivor becomes a de-facto parent to Mac. The heart of the story is about how to raise a child while you're still trying to grow up yourself. The apocalypse setting lends itself well because the Wasteland is a place where NOTHING is beautiful, but the way that M!Sosu and MacCready care for their sons is beautiful. Which makes it special and worth fighting for.

As a fun fact, I read The Road by Cormac McCarthy for class a week after finishing this fic and I was thinking about this fic the whole time because the themes of fatherhood during an apocalypse hit a lot of the same beats. Maybe my professor would kick me in the teeth by comparing fic to McCarthy, but @sirmanmister YOU ARE MY CORMAC MCCARTHY <3

2. WORKING CLASS HERO on ao3 by @bluegrasskitty

This is the kind of fic you take with you to toilet, to work, in-between classes. It will suck you in. AND THERE'S A SEQUEL TOO YOU GUYS‼️

The sole survivor in this story is the model for the Nuka Cola girl. You know the hot lady in the spacesuit? SHE HAS A BACKSTORY. AND YALL IT MADE ME WEEP. During some point of the story, I sort of stopped rooting for MacCready to be the narrator and just wanted Nora Cabot to take the reins. When I tell you I think of this oc every two to three business weeks. She's an incredible leading lady. I can't look at Nuka Girl posters in the game without thinking of Nora Cabot, my beloved.

the sequel IS SO FIRE. It's the best reimagining of 'what happened after the institute blew up' that I've ever read. im gnawing at the bars of my enclosure actually.

A VERY GOOD PLOT TWIST I CANNOT MENTION TO NEW READERS BUT IF YOU'VE READ IT YOU'LL UNDERSTAND. AND IF YOU UNDERSTAND DM ME I HAVE TO TALK TO SOMEBODY ABOUT IT. HHh.

The amount of world building that @bluegrasskitty puts into this story is insane. They ARE Beth Esda.

As a fun fact, I didn't know that radchickens were canon in fallout. I thought it was a plot device made up by this author to excuse the ability to make cake in this book, but radchickens ARE real. When I was playing Far Harbor last year, I found radchickens and thought that @bluegrasskitty manifested them into existence because they had that kind of power.

that being said, I still think this author has that kind of power.

1. Atom Bomb Baby on ao3 by @starlightwrites

I think you dropped something....my jaw.

fellas. fellas. this is my comfort fic. You ever had a comfort fic? Something you come back to at least once a year to reread to feel something? the fiction equivalent of chicken noodle soup? this is what Atom Bomb Baby is to me. this is peak literature actually. if I ever figure out book binding, im doing this one first.

Plot wise, it's a retelling of Fallout 4's main story through the perspective of MacCready. But (and im wheezing as I say this) it's also so much more THAN THAT.

this fic author understands that MacCready is not a womanizer but is in fact a touch starved loser. and they are CORRECT.

MacCready spends the entire fic like 'uuuhhhh I dunno about this one, boss!'

ITS BEST FRIENDS TO LOVERS RAHHHHHH

it also has a nostalgia feel to me too, because reading it gives me the same feeling as what it was like to play the game for the first time, years ago. maybe it's because I've read it so many times over the years, but reading it feels so satisfying.

The author spends 10 chapters at the end solely dedicated to an epilogue. I wish more stories did this. They go through the wringer in this story, and it's so deeply satisfying to see how cleanly everything gets wrapped up. MacCready and the Lola work really well together as a couple, so it's awesome to see how they work together after the battle is done.

6 out of 5 stars.

BONUS FICS !! aka fics that are still updating! I squeal with joy when I get an ao3 email about these: 1. Best Laid Plans on ao3 by @druidgroves - Georgia Tate is an incredible character and sole survivor! She was a teacher prewar, so it's really fun to get her perspective on the world. She cares a lot about education and libraries and I find her really relatable and endearing. It's a cool thing for a character in an apocalypse to care about! It also makes for fun tension with Mac, who's written as a pragmatic survivor. A great take on familiar characters and their dynamics. - And It's a great slow burn! I'm really enjoying reading it. 2. Long Time Running on ao3 by @twosides--samecoin - If you've ever thought that Med-Tek was too convenient an option for Duncan's cure, this fic was written with you in mind. - RJ goes to Canada and im obsessed with it. - If you're interested in fallout lore, specifically the bit where the U.S annexed Canada and wished that there was more info about that, I would highly recommend this fic. Twosides--samecoin put in THE WORK. The world building they do to explain Canada's side of the Great War is so fun!!! its genuinely such a thrill to read!

I'm tagging the authors who I mentioned, if you all have favorite fics (fallout or otherwise, I'd love to hear em!) Thank you for making good art!

[gogogodzilla]

♡ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ౨ৎ ‧₊ .ᐟ 𝐹𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑢𝑡 ♡ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ౨ৎ ‧₊ .ᐟ

   ♡ ⇢ 𝑠𝑚𝑢𝑡              ☾ ⇢ 𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠         ✰ ⇢ 𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑡𝑠/ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠

 ⋆｡°✩ 𝑗𝑜ℎ𝑛 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑜𝑐𝑘

 ⟶  𝐸𝑙𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑐 𝐹𝑒𝑒𝑙   ♡

     ⇢ You have a surprise for Hancock 

 ⋆｡°✩ 𝑟𝑜𝑏𝑒𝑟𝑡 𝑗𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑝ℎ 𝑚𝑎𝑐𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑦

 ⟶  𝐼'𝑑 𝐻𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝐴𝑛𝑦𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒   ♡

     ⇢ The drinks at the Third Rail were shit but the company was one of a kind

 ⋆｡°✩ 𝑝𝑎𝑙𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛 𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑠𝑒

 ⟶  𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑦 𝐼𝑛 𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝐴𝑟𝑚𝑠   ♡

     ⇢ Danse was a hulking figure, and he knew that… 

 ⋆｡°✩ 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑛 𝑔𝑎𝑟𝑣𝑒𝑦

 ⟶  𝑊𝑎𝑦 𝐵𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝐻𝑜𝑚𝑒   ♡

     ⇢ You spend a few extra minutes with Preston in the morning 

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likes, reblogs, and comments are always appreciated ♡

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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

[gageisahomeboi]

Finally maxed out afinity with maccready and deacon is over here casually eavesdropping on our heartfelt conversation.

[ghoul-foolery]

Dirty Windows | 28

Hancock x Nora - A Fallout 4 Soulmate AU

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Fic Summary:

Hancock never thought he would find his soulmate. Once a common occurrence, soulmates turned into a bit of a rarity after the bombs dropped. It was to be expected when there was an influx of people getting shot in the face on a daily basis. So when Hancock discovered that he had a soulmate he was ecstatic; all of the people in the Commonwealth, and he was one of the lucky few.

Too bad his soulmate didn't want anything to do with him.

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[ 1 ] <- [ 23 ] [ 24 ] [ 25 ] [ 26 ] [ 27 ]

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TW: Violence, drug use, mentions of rape, and trafficking. While there isn't heavy details, the situation is rather grim.

Notes: And so, they finally meet in not great circumstances.

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Even though Wiseman was patrolling the grounds surrounding the Slog, Nora didn’t go find him to say goodbye. There was a baseless concern that he might try to stop her and MacCready from leaving, and she quite simply didn’t want to chance it. Instead, she scribbled a quick note. It was simple, and to the point. There was no time to extend a heartfelt thanks for all of the help, or apologize for leaving so abruptly but she signed it with ‘Love, Nora’ and pinned it to the chair in Arlen’s workshop. Then her, MacCready, and Dog took off into the night. John was unable to offer up a precise location based off of the Pip-Boy map. Instead he instructed them to make their way to Bunker Hill.

Traveling in the dark post-apocalypse made Nora more uneasy than she already was. A stark memory of sprinting through the unknown dark, John yelling instructions as gun fire riddled the night surfaced. It made her want to turn on her Pip-Boy light, to ward off some of the uncertainty, but she knew better. A light in the dark would call attention. 

For all of Nora’s mounting discomfort and anxiety, MacCready seemed to be the exact opposite. The smartass kid was gone, shoved deep down under the guise of collected professionalism. It was like he was a totally different person. And it helped. A lot. In a moment where relying on John’s emotions in a time of uncertainty wasn’t feasible, seeing MacCready’s calm demeanor gave her something to mirror. Maybe someday these harrowing moments would become old hat and she wouldn’t be so reliant on the people around her. It was something Nora both wished for and dreaded.

It took just under three hours to make it to Bunker Hill. The monument still stood, tall and proud and mostly intact. It was almost eerie, seeing the towering obelisk jutting out from the remains of the old buildings, a tall shadow with the sun rising in the background. As they grew closer to the monument John’s voice drifted across her consciousness. 

“Stay there for the rest of the morning, sunshine. Send MacCready and we can pick you up on the way back.”

“No way,” Nora replied, her voice lowered into a whisper. “You need help, and we’re almost there.”

“This isn’t how I wanted our first meeting to go. You shouldn’t have to see this.”

"Well, none of this has gone how you wanted. I’d say this is pretty par for the course."

"Ha. Yer a riot." 

"You’ve been there for me every single time I’ve needed you. It’s my turn."

Once they got to Bunker Hill, John was able to help them navigate through the rubble and ruin of old old buildings. He directed them up one street, then down another, weaving them through downtown Boston. When the warehouse building came into view, John informed them that they had arrived at their destination, and told them where the entry door was. Before Nora could even start approaching the building, MacCready grabbed her forearm and pulled her back into the shadows of a looming building. 

“You’re going to stay here and keep your eyes on that door,” MacCready instructed. “If you see anybody that isn’t me you’re got to fire your gun twice. Pop-pop, understand?”

Nora nodded.

“Then I want you to hide. Back into this building and lay low. I’ll come get you.” He gestured to the building behind her, her eyes followed. The building looked as if it was scorched black. Big yawning windows revealed a similar interior, dark and ominous and filled with debris. 

Dog plopped down beside her, his paw swiping out towards MacCready. 

“Protect her, boy,” MacCready murmured, giving one of Dog’s ears a quick scratch. “Make sure she does as she’s told.”

It was only after Nora gave firm verbal acknowledgement when MacCready started jogging away. He went to the end of the block, peaked around the corner, and then disappeared from view. Time slowed to a crawl again. Dread clotted up her throat again. Nerves, and anxiousness, and worry made it almost difficult to breathe again. Any moment spent not getting in and helping John was another moment where possibility could rear its ugly head. 

Her eyes remained rooted to the door.

It wasn’t overly long ago when she was cursing John’s existence, and now she was making herself sick with worry over what could happen to him. There had been deployments like this. Too long stretches of time where the bond was blocked between her and Nate, and all she could do was worry over all of the terrible possibilities and listen to the haunting silence between them…

When MacCready came jogging into view, Nora sighed with relief. He made a waving gesture for her and Dog to join him and when they did he asked, “Everything still okay in there?”

Nora repeated the question.

"It's okay as it's going to get. 

"He said it's okay-"

"- as it's going to get. There is no part of any of this that is okay. Nothing is okay in here, but... it's... not gonna be getting any better." 

"Let's go,” Nora murmured.

As soon as MacCready opened the door, Dog charged inside. MacCready stepped in after, rifle at the ready, and Nora followed behind. The second she crossed the threshold she made sure the door was closed and locked. 

The light was useless enough that MacCready gave her the go-ahead to turn on the Pip-Boy’s flashlight. The hall was doused in green light, shining against metal shelving and catching on the harsh shapes of lockers. There was a lone door at the end of the hallway, and what looked like the remnants of a timeclock. 

MacCready knelt suddenly, plucking a shotgun from the ground just beside the entrance. He was quick to press it into her palm.

“It’s Hancock’s. Be careful with it, it’s got a bit of a hair trigger.”

Nora looked down at the weapon, making sure her fingers were nowhere near the trigger and the barrel was pointed at the ground to the side as opposed to at her feet as she holstered her pistol. The weapon suited him, somehow. It looked like it belonged to a man dressed up in a red frock, with an old tricorn hat, and enough confidence to fill the harbor. 

MacCready continued down the hall after Dog who was already snuffling at the opposing door. Nora had just started to follow when MacCready shoved the door open, rifle tucked up into his shoulder with his finger ready at the trigger. The hall was briefly filled with cold light as MacCready moved further into the building. 

“Oh my god, Hancock. What the–”

The door started to drift shut, slow and leisurely. 

“Hey,” came the gravely, rasping voice of her soulmate. Nora’s steps faltered. “This ain’t my fucking circus, okay?” The door shut with an echoing thud, leaving Nora in the entry hall.

Nora's stomach lurched. Her emotions had been in flux since learning that John was going on some kind of solo vigilante mission. Then when he had reached out, in pain and barely lucid it took all she had not to get sick. She was worried, scared, and anxious; and yet despite the circumstances there was a new, bubbly excitement. Nora was going to meet her soulmate for the first time. She lingered in the hallway, looking down at her dirty vault suit and selfishly wishing she looked cleaner, more put together. 

This wasn’t about meeting John. She was here to help people. 

Gathering up her nerves, she stepped forward, reaching for the door, only to stop short when John’s voice drifted across her consciousness.

”Hold on, sweets.” His voice was a soft whisper, ”It ain’t pretty in here.” 

“I know,” she said, unable to keep the tremor from her voice. “But it’s probably nothing I haven’t seen before, so—“ The door swung inward, and it startled Nora into backpedaling a handful of feet. Light filled the entry as the shadowed figure of her soulmate stepped from the room. The door shut. It felt like finality. The end of a chapter of her life, and the beginning of another one with John.

John who looked inhuman and otherworldly in the green light coming from her Pip-Boy. He could be the monster in those old creature features that Nate loved. Even still, it was John. Her John. Her John with his arm in a makeshift sling. Her John looking like he had just been through hell. Her John gazing at her with his shining onyx eyes, like she was the only thing that existed in the whole world. 

There was a sudden yearning to close the distance between them; she ached to touch, and hold, and never let go. There was a tender warmth that radiated from his end of their bond. It felt hopeful, and hesitant. It made her smile.

“Fuck,” he rumbled longingly, stepping in to an eager approach. “You’re so fucking beautiful, baby.”

“H-hi,” she managed. 

“Hi,” he rasped, reaching for her with his good arm. As soon as he was close enough he was touching her. The pad of his thumb caressed the length of her jaw, then his fingers slipped along the nape of her neck, into her hair. She lifted her hand to touch him in turn — she wanted to touch his chest, his shoulders, wanted to wrap her arms around him and hug him tight — she pulled up short. She remembered his pain. Specifically, she remembered it being just about everywhere.

“You’re hurt—“

The arm in the sling reached up to take her hovering hand. Nora gasped, ready to rebuke him for aggravating an injury, and then he settled her palm to his gnarled cheek. The fingers on the back of her neck flexed as he closed his eyes and hummed appreciatively. She stroked her thumb over the stippled flesh covering his cheekbone.

“I—“ he expelled a breath. “Fuck—I—“

The hand at her neck tugged her close as he leaned in. She closed her eyes. The movement felt as if he was pulling her in for a kiss. She felt the anticipation between them, felt the need, and the building warmth and yet she knew she wasn’t ready for it. Maybe the kiss itself would change that. Or maybe it wouldn’t. She didn’t want to find out. Not here. 

John dipped his head down as he pulled her close, and instead of bringing her in for a kiss he instead pressed his forehead to hers. 

Nora’s eyes popped open, only to see that his were drifting closed. He looked nearly euphoric. The tension in his shoulders eased. His body seemed to sag with relief. He stepped in closer, their bodies brushing. Completion. A piece that had been missing for far too long had finally found where it belonged.

He whispered, “You’re finally here.”

“I’m sorry I made you wait so long.”

John’s smile was lazy, bordering on dreamy as he purred, “Worth the wait.”

Nora bit her lip to stop herself from practically beaming at him. “How’s your arm?”

“Arm’s fine.”

“How about your ribs?” 

“I have plenty of ribs. Ribs are fine.”

“Your chest?”

“S’fine.”

“Pride?”

“Oh, honey, it’s pretty fucking bruised,” he chortled.

When she choked out a quiet laugh, he opened his eyes, meeting hers.

He swore. “Just fucking look at you—“

Suddenly, there was screaming, terrified and shrill. Nora’s attention snapped to the source. The moment in time where her and John were the only people in the world shattered and they were back to the cold, terrible reality. John slipped the shotgun from her hand in a movement that was completely seamless and all flourish. The door was pushed open, and he stepped inside with his gun raised. Nora followed, drawing her pistol from its holster. The second she stepped into the room, she instantly regretted it.

There were two bodies on the floor, one riddled with bullet holes, the other with a gaping wound to the throat. Blood pooled around them, dark and daunting in the icy fluorescent lighting. There were cages in the room, and even though the cage doors were open there were people inside. They were naked, hurt, but most looked to be asleep from her vantage point - all of them except for the screamer. This place was a nightmare. It reeked of something Nora could only call horror.

In front of the screaming woman was MacCready, his hands up in surrender. It looked like he had gotten too close to the cage, and the woman lashed out. The back of his hand was bleeding with what looked like claw marks. Nora skirted around John and made her way to the cage the screaming woman was in. 

“RJ?”

“I–I just tried to help her get out–”

“It’s okay,” Nora soothed both MacCready and the woman. She abandoned her weapon and her backpack, not wanting to supply the woman with anything that would hurt herself, or hurt others. Slipping back into her confidence was like putting on her favorite dress. This was something that she knew. This wasn’t tussling with a deathclaw, or navigating the apocalypse. This was a different kind of fight she had seen in another life, and while she wasn’t a professional, she was at least familiar. It would take a gentle hand, and a bit of patience. They needed all of the patience in the world, and yet time was ticking.

“Hey,” Nora crooned gently. She leaned in to reach for the shrieking woman. Her hands lashed out at Nora’s, hitting and clawing weakly. It would appear that the swipe at MacCready had taken the majority of her energy. “I’m here to help, okay? Sssh…” All the kind words meant nothing. The woman had probably heard plenty of gentle coaxing words that lead to pain. It was action that would mean the most, but talking everyone through the process helped; announcing action, and following through. “I’m going to take your hand, okay? Easy…”

The energy left the woman in a visible way. The flailing arms faltered and flopped. Her naked body drooped and her screams broke into quiet, ragged, choking sobs. Accepting an inevitable that, this time, would not come.

It was then that Nora took the woman’s hand. It wasn’t a full fledged palm-to-palm grasp, but something tenuous and easily broken should the woman put up more fight. 

“No more, please…”

Nora crooned gently, shifting to crawl into the cage to join the woman. She ignored the mess staining the bottom, focusing on helping any way she could. 

"No one here is going to hurt you. I promise. We're here to help."

"N-no more..."

“No more,” she agreed, happy to feel the woman’s hand shift to solidify her grasp on Nora’s. Kneeling before the woman, Nora peered back over at John and MacCready, both watching at a distance. "Are there any clothes they can wear?"

"If you can call them that," John said, keeping his voice pitched low and subdued. 

"Anything will do. Let’s get them out of here.”

//

Tag/s: @takottai / @a-little-pebbl  / @yamatra / @bubblegum-bee-otch / @brainsplat

[elvishdemigod]

It's both messed up and funny that the final flirt option with MacCready basically goes:

"My wife died horribly-"

"So, you're single then?"

I love romancing him, but cheezit on a pretzel stick! Time and place, man!

[wassertoffatom]

<___< How...How about Prompt 18 "I dont want a baby" With the Rat man <___<?

Disrupted Legacy (RJ MacCready x F!Sole)

Main Master List || Prompt Master List

Author's Note: Thank you so much for the request! Sorry this took so long to get out but I hope you enjoy!!!

Warnings: 18+, TALKS OF INFERTILITY (ENDOMETRIOSIS), talk about fertility treatments, language, Mac gets a little upset, a hint at sexual content

Word Count: 1k

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You knew it was inevitable. You knew that one day MacCready would want to try for kids to give Duncan a sibling. And you thought that by beating around the bush that he would give up. In hindsight, you should’ve known that the most stubborn man in the wasteland wouldn’t give up.

“Penny for your thoughts?” Piper asks from beside you, legs stretching out by the fire. In an attempt to escape MacCready’s persistent hints and nudges, you’ve taken up bouncing between settlement help and delivering care packages to displaced synths while Mac stays at home, tending to the crops and watching Duncan.

Sighing, you pull your jacket in tighter. “He wants a baby.” 

Only a handful of people know. Nick knows because he’s highly perceptive. Deacon knows because he’s nosey and “totally wasn’t eavesdropping.” And now Piper, who seems stunned at the revelation.

“And? How do you feel about that?” Despite Piper making her whole living off of exposing stories, you know she wouldn’t tell a soul if you told her something in confidence. Still, do you want to admit what you’ve been neglecting to say? Seeming to notice your resistance to answer the question, Piper backs off. “Well, whatever you feel, MacCready should know if he doesn’t already. I know he’s a pain in most people’s ass, but everyone can tell that he loves you. He’ll understand.”

Would he though? Would he accept your reasoning or would it blow up in your face? Lying down in your sleeping bag, you turn away from her, tears welling in your eyes. “Night, Piper.”

“Night Blue.”

As Sanctuary comes into view, the more the knot in your stomach grows. You know that you’ll see MacCready almost instantly. You know that he’ll drag you off for some “personal time” and ask about trying for a kid, but you also know that it’ll just end in tension.

Swallowing down bile in your throat, you walk over the bridge, old wood creaking with each step. “(Y/N)!” Before you have the chance to set down your weapons, Duncan is launching himself into your arms.

Holding him close, you swing him around as giggles erupt from his small body, gaining the attention of a certain sniper. “Hello Duncan.”

“Where have you been? Me and daddy missed you,” the child pouts as you set him down, aware of MacCready making his way toward you. Looking down at Duncan, you smile at the way he frowns, very much like his dad.

“There you are. I was worried you forgot about me,” Mac pulls you into his arms as you wrap your own around his body, inhaling in his scent feeling safe and loved. Tell him.

“I would never forget you,” pulling away, you reach up and comb his wild hair with your hand. “We need to talk.”

A brief look of panic crosses his features but he nods regardless, taking your hand in his before looking down at his son. “Can you go play for a little, buddy? (Y/N) and I need to talk in private.” “Okie dokie!” Duncan runs off toward the other children while you and Mac move toward your house.

As the door clicks shut you’re dumping your supplies onto the floor before crashing onto the couch, MacCready joining you and patiently waiting for you to talk. Here goes nothing. “I don’t want a baby.”

The bomb creates a palpable tension and you don’t look at him, afraid of what you’ll see. “Why?” It’s a simple question and oddly leveled, causing you to look up. To your shock, he doesn’t seem mad. He doesn’t seem… anything.

“Mac?”

“Why don’t you want a baby? Do you not want a baby at all or just don’t want a baby with me?” His voice raises and stands abruptly, fists balling at his side while his jaw clenches. Ah, there’s the anger. “I’ve been asking for months. Why not just tell me then? Why would you let me continue to ask if you already made up your mind?”

Your eyes follow him as he paces in front of you, not sparing you a glance. “It’s complicated.” He pauses in his movement, blue eyes dilated with hurt and anger.

“Complicated? I thought we were a team. I thought we could trust each other?”

Guiding him to sit down, your hands squeeze his. “We can trust each other.”

Tears of frustration swell in his eyes as he bats them away. “Then what is so complicated?”

Might as well just tell him. “I can’t have children.”

Confusion crosses his eyes as his eyebrows scrunch together. “But you had Shaun.”

“I did, but I had to use a lot of drugs for the slightest chance of conceiving. Nate and I initially thought that maybe it was his sperm that wasn’t functional but after we did some tests we found out that I have something called endometriosis. The treatments helped with a chance of conceiving but it was never guaranteed. Shaun was a miracle,” tears well in your eyes as your thoughts linger on your dead son. The son that you tried so hard for. Your thoughts are interrupted by Mac pulling you onto his lap, pressing a tender kiss to your head as the floodgates open. Tears flow out as you clutch onto Mac while he rubs your back in comfort. “I’m sorry, RJ. I can’t give you what I want.”

Mac isn’t sure what to think of everything but he knows that you need him to just be there for you. Rocking you in his grasp, he continues to pepper kisses on your head, occasionally shushing you as he rubs your back. “It’s okay, (Y/n), it’s okay.”

As you calm down, you pull away, looking into his eyes. “I’m sorry, Bobby. If I had known that you would want children inevitably, I wouldn’t have pursued this,” you motion between the two of you as he chuckles, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips.

“(Y/N), if I wanted you just for babies I would’ve been asking from the get go. I mean I’m bummed out, but I still love you regardless.”

Your eyes blink away tears that his thumb catches. “You mean it?”

“Of course I do. Now how about we go and catch up?” He wiggles his eyebrows as you giggle.

“Nothing sounds better.”

-fin-

[druidgroves]

what's she whisperin in his ear? we may never know. but it's definitely getting the desired reaction.

big thank to the amazing @janearts for this commission of my two fallout faves, maccready & georgia <3 pls check out jane's comms if you get the chance !!

[littlemiss101]

the simple pleasures of life: holding your girl in your lap while you sit around in a campfire

[blackmoonowl]

Hello fellow RJ enjoyer tumblr user blackmoonowl. As we both know, our poor mercenary shoulders several worlds' worth of stress and he doesn't often get a lot of downtime to enjoy things.

What are the little things in life that bring a smile to his face?

Sincerely, a fic writer who keeps making him board the bullet train to whumptown. Here's an older screenshot out of my faves as thanks <3 Have a great day!

𓅓 Hello fellow MacCready enjoyer Twosides--samecoin. I happen to have an idea or two for a little messy list I threw together.

Things that MacCready would probably like!:

❤︎ Caps, obviously. This greedy hog will expect a cut of all the caps you find. He's still a mercenary after all.

❤︎ The games on your pipboy, let him play with them and he'll be content for a while. Same goes for any comics you've collected.

❤︎ Hold him, he'll sink into your arms and you won't be going anywhere for a couple hours whilst he unwinds. Give him a few kisses to boot and he's a goner.

❤︎ Giving him sentimental objects of your past. He gave you the wooden toy soldier out of trust after you saved his son. Return the favor and this man falls head over heels onto his ass in love with you, again.

❤︎ For all his whining about earning caps and not standing around, MacCready loves lazy mornings. Simply lounging in bed with his arms wrapped around you, spooning you as his face lies in your shoulder. Good luck prying him off of you.

❤︎ If you are good with his son, prepare for a very emotional and happy mercenary. He might even consider a second child, one with you this time. With how things are going.. it might not not be such a bad idea.

❤︎ Loves stupid little competitions with you. Who can shoot more ferals? Who can drink more? It's one of his favorite past times to playfully challenge you.

❤︎ Your cooking. If you are somewhat decent at making food he's absolutely inhaling that shit, then asking for seconds. You'll be surprised with how such a thin guy can eat so much. He just has a very fast metabolism.

❤︎ Going out on the town. MacCready loves to drink at bars. At first he did it to drown his sorrows, letting the alcohol soothe the pain to cope. But now he loves going there with you, simply as a date.

❤︎ Also he likes Dogmeat. It's not your dog anymore, it's MacCready's dog. He loves playing fetch with the doggo when he's having some time to relax.

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sole: would you still love me if my short-sighted quest for revenge consumed me? if i abandoned my ideals for the corrupt powers i once sought to destroy? if i became the very monster who i swore i would save you from?

hancock: this is the worst pillow talk ever—

maccready, tenderly: i’d kill you myself