#fallout confessions

[falloutconfessions]

"I'm lowkey happy Bethesda was a bit sloppy with writing Fallout 4 and its DLCs , because they left a lot of holes in the stories that can be filled with headcanons and fanfictions."

Fallout Confessions

#You could say their heads were in Far Harbor #fallout 4 #dlc #fallout confessions #far harbor #the mechanist #nuka world #fallout 4 add ons

[qsmpconfessions]

(slimecicle main) it’s so funny to see other streamers (eg phil, cell) react to slimecicles lore through the movie nights/museum visits he must seem fucking insane from the outside what is his deal

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#qsmp confessions #qsmp #qsmp slimecicle #qsmp slime #q!slimecicle #q!slime #love the (slimecicle main) its like a fallout skillcheck

[ghostbeam]

Can’t stop thinking abt fucking the ghoul

#this isn’t a confession post like the tv one #not ashamed of this one bit he’s so hot #I wanna fuck him and I’m proud of it #I know nothing abt fallout but I did finish the show last night need him and Lucy to fuck nasty that’s all I’ll say #okay I’ll go back to anime posting now bye🫶 #ghost thoughts

[whatanightmaregrinch]

John Hancock x Fem!Sole Survivor- holy matron

{{ TW: Drug use, biblical references ig?, intense feelings}}

In Hancock’s opinion, taking up with the vault-dweller had saved him. Feeling like a fraud was no good, but walking around Goodneighbor made it worse. It only fed his increasing self-loathing, and then in turn, his chem habits. He spent most of his time either in his office absolutely fucked out of his face, or stamping out get-rich-quick schemes he would have given an arm and a leg to be a part of with people and ghouls he would have been glad to call his partners, and it was weighing on him. If he wasn’t concerned about the threats to his people, it was his own personal demons that taunted him. So many times he’d thought about taking just one too many Day-tripper, just to see how close he could get to the edge without going over (although he was more than sure that if he did tumble off of the edge, he wouldn’t have given a shit anyway).

Constantly grappling with his inner self; he felt like two men consistently battling for the right to live, the stronger of the two dictating his actions at the time. The coward who he desperately wanted to bury, urging him to just hide under his covers and take as much jet as he could not to feel anything, the degenerate who’d allowed a fellow drifter to meet their end at the hands of Vic and his boys- and the ghoul he’d forcibly become. The ghoul who treated his citizens with care, the ghoul who would stand up for what was right no matter the cost, famous for his freedom loving attitude and warm hospitality. He figured he’d get a little soul searching out of their travels together initially, but he ended up discovering a whole different way to be. Sole Survivor’s bottomless confidence and kindness had revived the way he thought about the Commonwealth and the people in it, and quite frankly, it had scared him. He’d never expected such a change to blossom within him, and it ignited an intense fire. The type of fire that had shown him he was thinking too small in terms of personal goals. This woman had somehow managed to co-ordinate a bunch of tattered strangers into becoming a trusted outfit (a feat, considering the name “Minutemen” often left a shitty taste in people’s mouths), all the while searching for her son and taking the fucking Institute on. If she could do that all at the same time, he could at least try and get his shit together.  When they woke in the mornings, he was more excited to start the day with her, not terrified, high, and preparing for that day to be his last in the wastelands. Maybe some things would never change- like his habitual chem use, but he didn’t force Buffout and Mentats down his throat as soon as his eyes cracked open just to deal with the thought of being alive, most days. Sometimes it was bad, and he felt like he couldn’t move from the pile he’d put himself into, but she would always be there to lend him a hand, out of the dark hole and into the light again. He was sure the Commonwealth had brought forth an angel, a dazzling burst of sunshine on his radiation-clouded day. She listened to everything and anything he had to say, and the more he talked, revealing the sorer parts of himself, the more he realised the fondness he had for her was developing into something more tangible, something real. She had too many shining qualities for him not to be attracted to her- and like a moth to a flame, he was sucked in.  Guilt ate at him most days after he realised how he felt about her. He felt like he was betraying the trust his friend had placed in him to travel with her as a companion- his widowed friend, no less. She didn’t really talk about her spouse, Nate, only if something small came up- like if a song came on that he used to like, or when they’d eat sugar bombs and she would smile a sort of painful smile, recounting how she’d throw them at Nate for him to catch in his mouth. There was a part of Hancock that detested Nate- not for loving Sole, but for being such a standard of man that John could never hope to compare himself too. It was unfair of him to do that, he knew that Nate wasn’t the one stopping him from being a better man, but when it came to Sole, Hancock wished he could be nothing short of perfect for her. For starters, he wasn’t smooth-skinned the way she was, and whilst he had confidence, it wasn’t that much confidence. She was ethereal at times, eyes straight from a pre-war film actress that burned into the back of his eyelids. He was well ... He was John Hancock, the guy who’d purposely taken a radiation drug knowing it was about to fuck him up and turn his skin into a pile of brahmin shit, just so he didn’t have to look at his own face anymore. Cause a girl’s gonna find self-mutilation sooo attractive. Sole wasn’t the type to judge on appearance- he was sure of that, but he couldn’t be sure that he was what she wanted, and losing the close bond he had with her over something like this scared him to silence regarding his feelings. He promised himself he wouldn’t read too much into how she acted and responded to him, he knew well enough that she was grieving and probably interpretated his actions as simple kindness, but he couldn’t help the way his chest seized when she interacted with him of her own accord- a guiding hand on his forearm when he was about to turn in the wrong direction, a quick but joyous hug when they received good news- his brain ate those memories up and played on repeat for him to experience, over and over again in the back of his mind. He was starting to feel like a teenager around her, and it was fuckin’ embarrassing. He was the king of ghouls, not some scared teen attracted to the girl next door. She was far from that type of lady anyways, hard to picture the woman as innocent when he’d seen her take a Raider’s face off with a hunting rifle at point-blank range. “Hancock?” the angel whispered at them from across the campfire. He immediately gave his full attention, not that she’d demanded it.  “Mm?” he made a noise in reply, and her smile washed over him like a sunrise, beautiful and life-giving. He’d bask in her glow for an eternity if she would only let him.  “Do you think the Greentop Nursery folks will be okay? I’m worried the turrets won’t be enough.” She confessed, patting the ground next to her to search for her cigarette carton and flip-lighter. He almost felt amused at her line of questioning, he was sure that those people were safer than the dickheads in Diamond City with how many defences she’d created and repaired when they visited. “Between the turrets and the traps ya’ set up? More than okay. We’re not too far from ‘em though, could always check in tomorrow.” He offered, and she seemed to turn his suggestion over in her mind as she lit the cigarette, and enhaled. “Alright, We’ll check tomorrow- I just wanna make sure the Greenskins stay gone this time, that’s all.” She said, idly glancing at their surroundings, as if the very mention of a Super-Mutant would cause one to come crashing out of the bushes at them, Mini-Nuke in hand. He stared at her for a moment too long, and she gestured at her face. “Something there?” She rubbed at her cheeks, paranoid for dust marks or otherwise. He laughed, shaking his head.” No, but if there was i’d probably just let it sit, see how long it took ya’ to notice.” She rolled her eyes at him, throwing a rock at him, which just bounced off the tree he was sat near, and settled by a puddle on the floor. “Nice, real nice. What if ya’ took me eye out? What then? I’d be a one-eyed ghoul and it’d be your fault.” He sniffed, playfully. She actually considered the prospect, and grinned as she puffed at her cigarette. “I’d lead you around, tell everyone you lost your eye trying to chat up a Deathclaw.” She mused, exhaling some smoke, and he snorted. “Ya’d still lead me around though, feel like I win there.” He pointed out, and she grunted in reply. He grinned, he loved that noise. It was an old-man habit she had, unable to admit she was wrong, but not proud enough to dismiss him completely. He fished around in his pocket for his Berry Mentats, and pilfered two for himself, throwing them back like they were shots of whiskey. She spotted the box, and sweetly batted her eyelashes at him, silently asking for some. He rose a (long-gone) brow, and held the box up in the light the fire provided, so they could both see the faded design. “Ya’ want some of these? I dunno..” He pretended to be all beat up about her asking, masquerading as a ghoul who truly cared about his chem supply. “I just feel like keepin’ ‘em all too myself.” He continued, eyes trailing to hers to see what she would do with his defiance. She processed the moment, and a playful expression touched her features.  She suddenly shrieked at the top of her lungs, pointing over his shoulder with a terrified face, and to her credit, it startled him enough for him to turn and look. She scrambled forward, hand shooting out to take the Mentats from him, but he was faster- leaning back and holding them up and out of reach, arching away from her. “I’ve been around too long for that to work on me, nice try though.” He taunted, waving the packet around. She huffed, but quickly went in for another attack. Hancock felt himself involuntarily gasp when Sole launched herself at him with such force that it sent both of them toppling to the ground, her arms coming to pin his forearms to the floor, causing his tricorn hat to fly off, abandoned next to them on the floor. He was vaguely aware of the way her legs straddled his stomach, but he couldn’t even form thoughts to react, especially when a smile so wolfish and greedy eclipsed her that it had his brain factory reset. He was too close to her, the fire illuminated her in a warm and inviting glow, she was so close he could count her eyelashes if he wanted too, and oh how he wanted. He wanted to know everything about her, wanted to know what made her smile when she felt down, wanted to know what made her mad; how he could make her happy again. “I’ve been alive for over two-hundred years, John. Nothing works on me, either.” She taunted him, proud at their role reversal. All he could do was watch, wide-eyed as she shifted her weight, easily grabbing the box of Mentats from him (like he’d ever put up a fight). She tipped one out into her hand, and dropped it into the back of her throat, swallowing her ‘stolen’ chems with a slight grimace at the taste. Hancock was sure this was as close as he’d ever get to heaven, watching her felt like observing a miracle up close. He watched in a trance as her attention finally turned back to him, completely enraptured by her movements. He watched as she analysed him, and she opened her mouth to talk to him, but whatever it was that she wanted to say slipped away as her pupils expanded, eating away at her irises until they were tiny slivers, pupils gorging themselves on any light that strayed too close. She shuddered, allowing the chem to sink into her. This felt holy, her grace flooding him. He felt naked, stripped bare of his corporal form, for her to view all of his sins underneath her. It was too much, too fast. His brain reeled at her perfume; tones of amber and sandalwood, and his body reacted before his brain had chance to sign off on the idea. In true John Hancock fashion, he told her the one thing he absolutely shouldn’t have.  “I might be in love with you.” he stumbled out, and he froze when his thought process caught up with the rest of his body, gasping and furious about being left out of the decision, waving a shiv at him. She stared at him in silence, processing his words, and he sucked in a breath when she didn’t back away from him, but instead increased the amount of weight she was using to lean on him. He was pinned underneath her now, not that he could consider moving- the gaze she fixed him with was intense, he felt like he could set ablaze any minute if she willed it.  “You’re either in love with me, or you aren’t. You don’t maybe love someone.” Her words burned his ears, and he trembled as his brain, riddled with Mentats, tried to summon a response. “I do love you.” He managed, heart beating in his ears. She leaned closer to him, absorbing his amended confession with a furrow of her brow. “Tell me again.” She demanded quietly, and John experienced her in a way she’d never allowed before. Her face was flushed, revealing her excitement- her eyes held a far-away desperation, a need to feel wanted, to feel loved. Hancock didn’t give a shit if anyone overhead him, he held her gaze as he told her again.  “I love you.” She didn’t ask, but he continued to repeat the words to her like they were a prayer, and each time he said them, she got a little closer, a little more relaxed by his devotion to her. He would become a martyr for her cause, no matter the personal cost. She finally closed the gap, and they shared a kiss. It was a little rough, the Mentats in both of their systems meant they couldn’t afford the same grace they’d have sober. She pulled away, pressing a kiss to his forehead, and her lips remained there for a moment to whisper to him.  “Love me, John. Love me for as long as you can.”  

#john hancock fo4 #fo4 companions #fallout companions #fallout 4 #john hancock x reader #reader insert #gUYS I GOT MY KEYBOARD BACK #sobbing #so much easier to write fanfiction now #accidentally gave myself carpal tunnel from typing fanfiction with an xbox controller #confessions #hancock has feelings #lots of them #implied returned affections #returned affections #ill never tag properly #you cant make me

[starfield-confessions]

i hope well see paladin danse in a buzz light year outfit in starfield

submitted by anonymous

#paladin danse #fallout4 #fallout 4 #fallout #danse #buzz lightyear #starfield confessions #starfield

[youngpettyqueen]

thinking about how Nina/Maggie and Crowley/Aziraphale were set up to parallel each other and how it was flipped in the end with that confession and fallout

#good omens #good omens spoilers #like its set up soooooooo perfectly and Nina even lays it out for Crowley #the jaded one who feels they cant trust anyone cause they've been hurt (Nina/Crowley) #and the one who's reaching out a hand head over heels in love (Maggie/Aziraphale) #but then you get to the confession/fallout and you realize its not Crowley who isnt ready for this its Aziraphale #and its Aziraphale who's still in a toxic relationship- his being with Heaven #and to an extent here you can draw the parallel between Aziraphale and Lindsey- Nina's ex #in how he wants to bring Crowley back to Heaven and have him restored as an angel #Aziraphale's intentions are far better than Lindsey's of course its not that clear cut #Aziraphale views Crowley's demonic nature as something to be fixed because being a fallen angel being a demon is a punishment #and he wants to see Crowley forgiven he FORGIVES Crowley #he thinks he wants this for Crowley's own good #he doesnt see that he wants it for himself without consideration for how Crowley feels #and this isnt a surprise Aziraphale has always shown some controlling behaviours #changing what he wants to change #he changes the Bentley he changes Crowley's music he constantly pushes for Crowley to show his 'good' side #he's pushy with his ideals (on everyone not just Crowley) #Crowley on the other hand only wants to get Aziraphale out of Heaven's grasp because he sees how toxic it is #he doesnt want to change anything about Aziraphale he just wants to free him #Crowley loves Aziraphale for everything that he is flaws and all #and Aziraphale loves Crowley despite what he perceives as flaws #its the failed proposal from Pride & Prejudice- which I think has to be deliberate #this is a fight they really did need to have and im glad they did #like obviously im devastated but im also very happy with the writing choices

[dirty-fallout-tes-confessions]

"Frank Horrigan is hot and I want him to break me in half."

#dirty confessions #dirty fallout confession #fallout 2 #frank horrigan #🍓 anon #(whatever that means)

[how-the-feathers-have-fallen]

You bury our gays we bury your network etc. etc.

Also

RIGHT AFTER THE J2 FALLOUT 1 YEAR ANNIVERSARY

#supernatural #spn #the cw #destiel #destiel confession meme #j2 fallout #J2 fallout anniversary #nexstar

[wc-confessions]

You can make a warrior cats au out of anything. And I mean Anything.

Like for example, I have heard of a warrior cats au for:

-undertale(I made this one)

-deltarune

-ninjago(wrote abt this!)

-Dsmp/Empires/Hermitcraft/traffic life(seen this everywhere, joined in on it)

-literally turning me and my friends into warrior cats

-the Mandela catalogue

-the magnus archives

and more.

Im not kidding, try it. Take your favorite non ex fandom and make them into cats. You’re already halfway there. Then, give them names based on their characters and a fake clan name using a generator website. There, you’re done! Now go apes—t with it.

/ᐠ｡ꞈ｡ᐟ\

#warrior cats #confession #pancake-kat #exactly! i have a whole fallout new vegas warrior cats au in the works because i just love making things into cats - mod lichenbark

[incorrectfallout-4quotes]

MacCready: Last time you said ‘everything is in order’, I ended up fighting a Yao-Guai.

Sole: How much longer are you going to reference that? I cannot be held accountable for acts of God.

#rj maccready #sole survivor #fallout 4 #incorrect fallout 4 quotes #incorrect fallout quotes #source: the confessions of cassidy cain

[kyngsnake]

Today we are fully embracing the Fallout brainrot. I am cringe but I am free. Full and unfortunately four-panel-long timeline of my Sole Survivor’s main plot. You’ll have to click them to read the smaller text. Brevity is not my strongsuit.

I excluded most side missions and DLCs for sake of space and tried to keep things brief.

#fallout #sole survivor #👉👈 if anyone has any questions or input pls feel free I am deranged about this oc #avery and danse actually being a slow burn is so funny to me. ave may seem like a manwhore but he is so soft on the inside. #tfw basically married before you’ve even confessed your feelings #ken's #autumn art #avery #avery info tag #<— will be adding shit to that today #long post #fvdhfbdhej lore accuracy is very important to me but I disliked a lot of bethesdas story writing in 4 #and to me. the main character especially is free reign to fuck around with. #like that’s MY protagonist I will do with him what makes me happy

[falloutconfessions]

"In my first fallout 4 play-through I though Paladin Danse was going to be way more important to the story than he was, after he took the Arcjet rocket blast to the face without his helmet and walked it off"

Fallout Confessions

#fallout #fallout confessions #fallout 4 #playing the game to get this screenshot reminded me that I am not much a fan of 'follow me' quests #paladin danse #also he was wearing his helmet for me #so your game mighta glitched out that part

[danses-with-dogmeat]

i love ghouls

M...me too?

#I also love ghouls #thank you for the confession #any specifically? #or just... in general #fallout ask #thanks for the ask? #😅

[nukaposting]

so much for romance

#whatever it's a pear tree it's still cute #not fallout #the way this hurts though. you're telling me i confessed my love under an invasive species #it's a beautiful tree. and because of its significance to me it deserves to be there

[whatanightmaregrinch]

MacCready X Fem!Sole Survivor- quiet love

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

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

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

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

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

#fallout 4 #fallout #fanfiction #fanfic #Drabble #rj maccready #maccready fo4 #Robert maccready fo4 #maccready x reader #confessions #gOD sorry I’ve not posted anything but bullshit for awhile #here you go #whatanightmaregrinch

[fallrimxreader]

if you're still doing requests, can you do confession prompt 1 or 17 with x6? maybe set right after sole blew up the institute with the railroad

*You chose some good prompts, I used both because I thought they worked so well together!!*

"I can't pretend anymore."

"For years I have yearned for you, in secrecy and silence."

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Sole didn’t want this responsibility. When they woke up from cryo sleep, alone in the vault they never imagined themselves here. Standing in front of the button that would change the world forever. Sole raised their hand, hovering it over the button, staring out over at the institute. Shaun’s work, their son’s work. If someone told Sole, that they would be destroying years of work created by their son, Sole would have called them crazy. But here they were, their time in the commonwealth had changed their mind. Sole had worked with so many people, seen so many lives altered because of the institute. The Railroad had helped open Sole’s eyes to the damage the institute had done, it was challenging the face the truth but Sole couldn’t deny it any more. As much as it hurt to say goodbye to their son and the work he made, Sole had to do it.

Sole took a quick glance to their right looking at X6-88. He was one of the only good things to come from the institute. He had been with Sole for so long, travelling by their side, fighting Sole’s fights when he didn’t have to. No matter what Sole did he stood by their side, and Sole loved him for that. He was a very stoic person, but Sole could see it, the smallest amount of pain evident on his face as he watched Sole’s hand over the button. He was silently begging them not to do it. Sole never wanted to hurt X6-88, they know he cares for the institute, they are his family. But Sole couldn’t stop, not now, not after everything they had been through. Sole sighed and pressed the button. Seconds later the institute exploded, destroyed forever. Sole took a few seconds to stare at the fiery blaze in the distance, then turned to X6-88.

“X6?” Sole asked, their voice barely a whisper.

“You haven’t just destroyed your son’s legacy; you’ve destroyed all hope for mankind.”

“I’m sorry you feel like that X6, it was a really hard choice for me. I didn’t just do this on a whim. I spent months deliberating this decision. It was hard but it was the right thing to do for the commonwealth.” Sole explained.

“The commonwealth is full of people too blind to see the institutes help, or too ignorant to accept it. We could have done so much good.” X6 didn’t appreciate Soles words. Although he didn’t think there was anything sole could say to make the situation better.

“The institute has been around for years and people were still scared of it. I think if they were going to do good, they would have done it by now.” Sole crossed, then uncrossed their arms. They didn’t want to look defensive or aggressive.

“Science takes time. Everyone knows that, but everyone just refuses to truly acknowledge it. The institute could have made great changes, and with time people would have come around to it. But you. You took that chance away from us.” X6 turned his back on Sole.

“If it wasn’t me, it would have been someone else. No one liked the institute, no one was going to accept it. I’d be happy to give you some time to process this X6, but I hope you come to realize I made the right decision.”

“I don’t think I’ll ever be able to forgive you for this. It may be best that we part ways.”

Sole was hurt, they didn’t want X6 to leave. Sole was hoping he would stick by their side through everything like he had done in the past. But sole understood, they understood that the institute was a big part of X6’s life and it was going to take a while for him to accept its demise.

“I understand. I’m sorry that this has to come between us. But I want you to know X6 that no matter what I will always consider you a friend. And I’ll be here for you. If or when you become ready you can find me, and we’ll travel again.” Sole smiled, pouring a small part of their heart out. Sole almost wanted to confess their feelings, but felt it was the wrong time.

“I doubt I’ll come back.” X6 said, in his usual monotone voice, then left. The words cut deep and Sole buckled, their knees hitting the floor. Sole understood his pain, but they hoped he was wrong and that he would be back. Sole cried, terrified that those may have been the last words X6 would ever say to them. Sole begged that they wouldn’t be.

Weeks went by, and X6 had kept to his word, staying far away from Sole. Sole hoped that maybe they would spot him wondering around the commonwealth and they could beg for his forgiveness. But they could never find him. After destroying the institute Sole went back to the Railroad and told them it was done, they celebrated and applauded them. Sole thought they would be happy to receive the recognition, this was something they had been working on for so long. But instead, they just felt sad and angry. The railroad cheered, while Sole sat in silence mourning the loss of their friend. If Sole knew that ending the institute would result in losing X6, they would have thought harder. Maybe Sole wouldn’t have done it. Sole ran over their last conversation with X6 over and over again. They thought about all the things they would have done and said differently. Sole would have begged X6 to stay, Sole would have blocked his exit and pleaded for forgiveness. But now he was gone, Sole had lost him and he was never going to come back. The Railroads happiness pissed Sole off, so they left and cut contact with the faction. The Railroad didn’t care about X6, they didn’t understand Sole’s feelings on the matter so Sole left them behind. Instead, Sole wandered the commonwealth picking up odd jobs and just tried to stay busy. They wanted things to take their mind off X6, but nothing could. Every time sole got into a fight they wanted X6’s support. When they found a new location sole waited for some emotionless comment from X6 about how he didn’t care for it. Sole missed X6.

After a few weeks Sole wound up on a deserted beach. The ocean a sick green color. The sand and rocks littered with broken building pieces, and trash from the world before. Sole found an abandoned fishing boat washed up on the shore. They slowly stalked towards it, admiring the way the rotted wood barely clung together. Sole waited, wanting to hear a comment from their loyal companion. But nothing came.

Sole began to cry, yearning for x6, begging the gods, the world, space, just anything and everything. Begging something to bring X6 back to them.

“It’s a waste, that such valuable resources are just sitting here rotting away.” Came a familiar monotone voice. Sole snapped around and spotted him. X6, standing right before them staring at them. Sole discreetly pinched themselves, unable to believe their eyes.

“X6.” Sole was about to begin spouting off a million apologies. They had a long speech planned in their head that they practiced in case they ever saw X6 again. But he stopped them, silencing sole by raising his hand. Sole stood in silence, watching X6. He sighed heavily then stepped closer to Sole.

“I can’t pretend anymore.” He said, then gently took one of Sole’s hands in his own. “For years I have yearned for you in secrecy and silence.”

Sole’s heart skipped a beat, their whole-body filling with warmth. X6 held Sole’s hand anxiously as if he might break it. He looked at the hand, then back up to Sole’s face. X6’s face stayed the same, expressionless. He took off his sunglasses and looked into Sole’s eyes, this was one of the biggest moments of his life and he wanted it to be personal and special.

“At first, I didn’t know what I was feeling. It took a while for me to figure out that I was falling in love with you. I kept it a secret, as I thought it was inappropriate. We were working together and as I was a synth and you a human, I thought it would never work. I didn’t want to say something in fear that you would not feel the same, and I may lose you. But after losing the institute I was angry, and frustrated that you did not listen to me or my concerns. It felt as though you made your decision with no regards to me, and that you did not care about me. I thought that in leaving I may be able to detach myself from you and these feelings would go away. But I was wrong.” X6 gently squeezed Sole’s hand. Sole squeezed back, silent tears falling down their face as they listened to X6 empty his heart out to them.

“I thought about you the entire time I was gone. I tried to force you out of my mind, I tried to ignore the way I felt about you. But I couldn’t. You are the greatest person I have ever met, you are so kind, so generous and truly incredible. You cared for me as if I was more person than synth, you showed me kindness I had never been shown before. And these few weeks without you, realized that I could never continue living without you. I need to be by your side, if you will take me.” X6 stopped talking and waited for Sole’s reply.

“Oh X6.” Sole threw their arms around X6, embracing him into a tight hug. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry I did it, and I hurt you. Please, please don’t leave me again. I missed you so much.”

X6 was unsure what to do in the moment, he had never experienced this before. What felt right was hugging back, so he wrapped his own arms around Sole and pulled them against him. He buried his face into the crook of their neck and kept himself there just listening to Sole’s sobs. After a few minutes Sole stopped crying, they pulled away and held X6’s face in their hands.

“I love you X6. I need you to stay with me. I’ve missed you so much.”

“And I you.” This was the happiest X6 had ever felt. He was worried Sole would not reciprocate, but they did. This made X6 regret leaving, he should have expressed his feelings sooner, and not wasted weeks without Sole’s attention and companionship. But he promised himself he was going to make that time up. He was going to stick by Sole’s side, and never leave again. X6 copied Sole’s action, taking their face in his own hands.

“I love you too Sole. I’m not used to any of this, there is a lot I need to learn about my own feelings and how to work a relationship. But I want to learn it all with you, I want you to show me it all.” X6’s voice was different, it was soft, true and full of love. Sole nodded.

“Then let me show you this.” Sole gently pulled X6’s face towards their own, connecting their lips with his. X6 enjoyed the sensation. Sole’s lips were soft and warm upon his own, it was a feeling he never wanted to end. He could keep his lips upon Sole’s forever. Sole pulled away, too soon in X6’s opinion. Yet he let them.

“May we do that again?” He asked.

“Yes, of course we can.” Sole leant in again. X6 never expected it to feel so good, he was looking forward to figuring everything out and experiencing a loving relationship with Sole.

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