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everydayyoulovemeless · 16 days

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Hi! I really like your writing!

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

Wounds ↠ MacCready x Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You smiled a little wider, "No reason."

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libertybri · 17 days

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Fo4 companions + Maxson react to accidentally falling into worm hole and getting sent to the past for a week and end up meeting their younger self. (Danse meeting himself as M7-97)

So this was one super interesting, lol! I had to get a bit creative for some because I didn’t want to leave anyone out + I added Strong and Dogmeat!!

Cait

The moment her former self was in currently, was what Cait then believed was the peak of her life. She felt the strongest she ever was due to her own raw strength and the unmentionable addictions keeping her going at a hundred-percent all of the time. Being loved was a foreign concept and there were no thoughts of ever inheriting a real friend or someone who cared enough to save her. Even if she were to speak to that version of herself, Cait knew she wouldn’t be able to get through to her then. There was really no point of exercising the thought to her that there was good in the world willing to take her in. That was left up to Sole, for she believed only they could ever be the one to get through to her no matter her state.

Synth!Codsworth

“Oh dear, was I always floating about this rusty in the beginning?” The new synthetic-bodied Codsworth stands ashamed of his former self. The robot floated before him with his rusty exterior and only motive to try and rid the world of its new radiated filth.

“Um, did you say I? I do believe you are confused, sir. Perhaps all of this radiation is altering your thought process. My Sir and Mum should be back any minute now and they would love to help you!” The robot version of himself gleamed at the opportunity to help someone in need, not realizing the person before him was actually himself in another time and body. He was also mistaken about the timing of which only part of his family would return to him. The synth decided it wasn’t in his best interest to tell the robot all of this information, as he always remained hopeful.

Curie

The synth looked upon her former robotic self with two strong feelings; one of relief and one of sorrow. She was of course relived to be able to roam free among the world and view it as a human, for which she loved humans very much. However, part of her was longing for the former connections she had while in this state. The scientists she was built up with and the experiments she held while as the robot were dear parts of her past that she held closely to her synthetic-heart. Though with all of the reminiscing, she is able to remind herself of why the change happened and how she can move forward with her new connections and experiments that she also appreciates.

Danse

Danse doesn’t quite understand why he sees the synth with a blank personality, meant to take his own. He doesn’t remember his life before it was stolen, but meeting him, who took his own life. The version of himself now was standing before that same version. “You know you aren’t me.” He is still astonished with the entire thing, hoping this thing doesn’t yet have his personality.

“I am supposed to be Paladin—“

“M7-97.” Danse cuts him off sternly. “That’s who we are… We become Danse with time.” Though still struggling to understand himself after learning of his true identity, he doesn’t allow this to be a setback and instead finds satisfaction in seeing himself as a synth in an earlier stage of creation. It gives him peace knowing that he has the freedom to write his own story now.

Deacon

Deacon absolutely loathed seeing his past self. The younger leaving destruction in his path. He had no desire to speak to him or allow him to know of his future’s presence. Instead he only watched from the shadows intently, forcing himself to endure what he thought he deserved. Watching himself completing ravaging tasks was torture to his new role. He swallowed back all of the hate and anguish for that version of himself until this wormhole was done tormenting him with it.

Dogmeat

Dogmeat is overjoyed seeing himself as a puppy and immediately wants to play! He can’t even remember what it was like being that small, but that doesn’t matter now. He is content with just playing chase with his younger self until they’re both too tired to run any longer.

Gage

Seeing himself before the corruption of being a raider was like a punch to the gut for Gage. He saw optimism and light in his younger eyes, bliss from what he believed was protection then. What was soon to come for him was an awful awakening and the Gage now knew that, so he felt more sad than anything. He assumed anger would have been his first emotion, but he couldn’t bring himself to be angry with the past any longer.

“Things turn out alright for us… eventually, at least. You’ll meet so many shitty people ‘long the way, but one’s gonna come around and change all that.” Gage makes sure to tell his former self about his admiration for the Overboss, no matter their current relationship. He owed his newfound happiness to them.

“Thing’s get serious with this ‘one’?” His former preteen self giggled at the ‘old-man’, teasing at any hints of a relationship of some kind.

Gage chuckles and shakes his head, “They’re alright by us an’ that’s all that matters.”

Hancock

“Yeah, I figured the day’d come.” The smooth-skin John chuckled a his later state. His eyes scanned over the ghoulified version of himself dressed in historical attire, but wearing it with definite swagger. “Say, that brother of ours ever come around? This fight worth it?”

“McDonough’s a lost cause, but the fight’s always worth it. Lot’s a people come around for you because you never lose sight of what’s right.” Hancock smiles as he reminisces on the upbringing of his people. A lot was sacrificed along the way; his skin being part of that recklessness within the upbringing. In his mind everything happened in its place for a reason. He had to be the mortar for his people and for that, he absolutely held no regrets.

MacCready

There’s so many things MacCready thinks to tell his former self, but when it actually comes down to meeting him, he can’t bring himself to relieve the munchkin of knowing the future. Those unchangeable experiences couldn’t be passed through stories, so instead he interacted in the only way his 12-year old self knew.

“Hey butt-muncher, you got cave fungus all over your upper lip.” He chuckles, getting on his own nerves very easily.

“Can it, mungo! This is a mustache!” MacCready can’t help but to laugh at himself. Though he made plenty of bad decisions in his childhood, growing that ‘mustache’ was quite possibly his worst small mistake he ever made.

Maxson

Squire Maxson was quite the sight to the older; having only aged 8 years since then, however appearing to have fought many battles that physically aged him tremendously. The young boy was still in training by his predecessor Sarah, yet untouched by the cruel world. Two years to come for this boy before his entire world changed and he would become the war-machine that he now knows so comfortably. Elder Maxson was struggling to find the words to convey to him former self, knowing nothing would change. He cannot label feelings neither, for that was a difficult task. The younger fears the man before him but not because of appearance but instead his demeanor. There was a darkness that loomed over him and despite only being 12 years old, the younger knew things were not well for himself later in life. “I become Elder…” His voice trembles slightly only then realizing what that means for Sarah. “Oh.”

“I do what’s best for the Brotherhood. I know what’s best.” Maxson says to himself, though it comes out more as if he has to convince himself of that. There were a lot of battles in his life but none bigger than the self-battle he is always going through. He wish things could be different for the young boy, but with the greatest responsibility among his shoulders, nothing could ever change for him.

Nick

Nick’s former self is a prototype synth, factory fresh and one of the first of his kind. As a prototype, his personality still wasn’t fully there as the Institute were attempting to develop prewar people into their synths. Nick realizes he never knew himself as a separate personality then, he has no memories before Nick Valentine. The image before him didn’t feel like him, so he merely watched as the Institute performed more experiments on him. Experiencing this wormhole creates more doubt in his mind as he tries to understand himself as his own Nick of his time.

Piper

The urge to approach her younger self and warn her of upcoming events was very hard to fight for Piper. She knew no matter what there was no changing the past but part of her hoped if she could just spiel enough knowledge to her younger self in this worm-hole, she would be able to break through the wall and change the order of events. Solemnly, she decides to instead nurture the young Piper as she needs.

“How different are things in the future? Is the grass greener? Do we find love? What is Nat like?” Her younger self, full of ambition and curiosity bombards her with several questions.

Piper cringes at the truth and does her best to mask the truth; “Uh, well, things are actually a lot different, but it turns out alright. There’s people there for us and we take care of them too… We’ll be okay.”

Content with this answer, the younger Piper goes back to drawing a portrait of her little family with the newest addition of baby Nat. Piper was only happy the innocence still had a few years before it would be lost.

Preston

In a nightmare-like tone, Preston was sent to himself at his lowest point. Though it wasn’t too far into the past for himself to see noticeable changes in his appearance, he was able to instantly notice the change in demeanor. His past self held no hope for the future or himself, he was lost in all ways and ready to give up. “The good fight is worth all of this sacrifice.” He tells himself. Seeing the future and what it holds definitely brings a twinkle of light to his former self, however he was still at a loss in his current state. “Good people give their all so the Commonwealth can stand for the future generations. You give your all.”

“What other choice do I have? These people are counting are counting on me.” The past Preston chokes back on his words. They come out a lot more confident than he felt in himself at that moment. He knew in his heart it was the right answer, as his fight will always be for the good of the people. Finding the courage was becoming onerous, but he was finally willing to accept the help of those around him to guide him.

Strong

“So this is what I become…” Strong’s former self wasn’t as shocked at the sight of his future as he was now knowing what would eventually happen to the world. “They actually did it, damned us all.”

Strong studies this human timidly, still not fully convinced at one point this was him. He decided to instead lecture himself for being sad about his current state, “HUMAN SHOULD BE HAPPY. HUMAN STRONG AFTER BOMB.”

Human Strong crosses his arms, “Human was strong before. I, er, you worked out a lot before… this. At least you still take pride in your athleticism.” Though the human version of himself was glad that teeny bit of self-sense was still there, he was still deeply distraught at his outcome with life.

X6-88

Depending on the path Sole takes, X6 meeting himself in his early stages of creation could be broken down in two ways;

A) Sole “rescues” X6 from the confinement of the Institute and he lives at a settlement after the Institute is blown up.

—X6 is faced with a version of himself that is no courser to the institute, but merely just a test subject of a synth. This version has plenty of training to endure before he could ever be a courser. While X6 thought he would be disgusted, or even envy the given fresh start, he felt nothing but pity for his former self. “One day you will be freed of the Institute’s reign. Your savior is powerful and compassionate enough to forgive a synth like you for all of the trouble you have caused them.” He tells his younger self, stating fact of what he knows now. However, this version would hear none of it and he knew that.

B) Sole becomes director of the Institute.

—X6 feels nothing when meeting himself in the early stages of creation. He knows from that point to where he is now, things would never change for him. This was his destiny after all; A machine made to serve and kill.

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mae-peachie · 27 days

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back at it again with the uhhhhhh

#the uhh #anyways my cousin came to visit and wouldn't stop yapping about fanfic #so it got me thinking about them again #guh #fallout 4 #fallout 4 companions #fo4 deacon #deacon fo4 #robert joseph maccready #maccready fo4 #deacready

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queer-spectre · 1 year

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Some MacCready Hcs

-always cold. His hands are especially are fucking freezing. He wrings his hands a lot rubs them together to try and warm them up.

-his cap and jacket both have a worn little tag on the inside, hand stitched with his initials — put there by Lucy in neat black thread.

-he and Hancock were passing friends for a bit before sole was thawed out, but became very close quickly once they spent some time on the road.

-Mac gets along famously with Cait, but hates that she—without fail—calls out his cursing with a shit-eating grin. Sole introduces the concept of a swear jar, which Cait thinks is funniest thing in the world.

-Mac is an excellent at herding drunken people, a highly admired skill in Goodneighbor, and later in any settlement. Probably from his years as mayor of little lamplight: he’s stern but even the drunks can tell it’s mostly affectionate.

-Magnolia is on a personal quest to (subtly) play matchmaker for him. Hancock is notably less subtle about it.

-one of the ways sole knew he really trusted them was when he somberly requested a mod on his rifle. He tried to pay and everything but sole would only accept payment in the form of helping them haul salvage across the waste. (Need more aluminum after those upgrades, after all).

-Mac’s jumpy and fidgety both, to an almost comical (or worrying) degree—unless he’s peering down a scope, where everything he can see is his to control.

-close combat makes him nervous, but he does a good job of hiding it. He hates it more if sole has him hang back while they go in close.

-his dry sense of humor was born from many years of not understanding the joke/metaphor as a kid.

-sometimes his deadpan is too good, and people don’t realize he’s joking, then he has to backtrack: which makes him all flustered and shit.

-while he cracks a grin easily, his actual laugh is rare. but when he does it’s full force: the loud, can barely breathe, eyes-watering kind.

-his letters to Duncan include drawings sometimes—usually encountered creatures or people he’s met. Per his kiddo’s request, there is a pretty decent sketch of sole tucked under Duncan’s bed—he likes knowing someone is keeping his dad safe.

-sole and Hancock collect the all the pens, pencils, and intact paper they can find for Mac. They never give it to him directly: it feels like too much to address it unless Mac wants to talk about his kid, so they just add it to his pack. Mac knows, and returns the favor in his own ways: gruffly shoving shotgun shells into Hancock’s hands, and a giving a variety of ammo types to Sole.

- once the dust settled, Mac and Duncan moved out to the commonwealth: diamond city for the first few years so Duncan could attend school with the other kids. Duncan and Nat are thick as thieves and cause endless (mostly harmless) trouble. Nick’s had to drag the pair out of trouble a few times, only sometimes reporting the shenanigans to their respective guardians.

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nuclearbug · 4 months

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okay it’s actually really annoying being a fic writer. You know, I love writing, I have all these ideas in my head all the time that I just have to put to paper. I have like 5 documents + a bunch of idea dump drafts with my own narratives in the works. But the second I sit down to write them… I get massive writers block.

MEANWHILE, I can write about the fallout universe all day long. And shit comes out like poetry. I have like 120 pages of absolutely stunning prose and it’s all about some twink in the fallout universe. I don’t know if it’s just because the universe is already there, so I don’t have as many details to worry about, but I’m still crafting a unique-ish narrative and an entirely new main character. How is it so easy in fanfic but so hard with my own ideas?

#fic writing #fanfic #fallout 4 #fo4 #fallout #fo4 maccready #fo4 sole survivor #fo4 fanfic

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wackywasteland · 9 months

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FO4 Companions Kinks

Cait ⚗️ Begging Whether on the battlefield or in the bedroom, Cait enjoys being able to make her enemies beg. From childhood she was always the victim, always on the receiving end of the punishment. Of course it’s all play, as she is quick to remind Sole throughout the process.

Codsworth 🤖 Praise kink Codsworth has always been made to serve, and has always took pride in tending to Sole’s every need and desire. It wasn’t until he and Sole grew closer that he began to realize the pleasure he found in it as well, in Sole’s smile and their pleased sigh. When their relationship became physical, Sole would continue to praise him for his diligence and care as they always had. Codsworth would absolutely melt at this recognition, and it would always keep him anxiously waiting for the next time he was alone with Sole.

Curie Medical Kink Curie’s first solid memories were of Vault 81, and the time she spent all her time with Dr. Kenneth Collins who cared for her and was her first true connection. It was the first time she felt passion, and now whenever she was in a situation that reminded her of that part of her life, she felt alive and passionate again in more ways than one.

Danse 🔧 Humiliation When Danse first joined the Brotherhood he went through vigorous training. His drill sergeants would push him to his limits, calling him worthless and forcing him to new heights. Admittedly, he felt most alive in those situations when his heart was pounding and someone was watching him with narrowed eyes. When he and Sole became intimate he had a hard time feeling comfortable enough to disclose his sexual fantasy. With some gentle coaxing from Sole he finally revealed that he liked being degraded and how it reminded him of those intense moments in his life.

Deacon 👨‍🦲 Cross dressing One day while waiting for Sole to return home, he rummaged through her dresser and found a stray pair of panties. Sole was due to walk in the door any minute, so he quickly threw them on as an impulsive prank. Five minutes turned to ten, and as the clock ticked by, Deacon found himself putting on more and more women’s lingerie, all while examining himself in the mirror. A startled noise broke him from his trance, and a confused, then amused looking Sole was standing in the doorway. Quickly what followed was a passionate kiss and a stumbling of legs to the bed. As Sole began removing his stockings, Deacon whispered huskily, “Wanna keep em’ on.”

Hancock ☠️ Knife play He’s not sure which of them brought this kink on, him or Sole, but the way their face flushed upon entering Goodneighbor, he has an idea it was the latter. Constantly living on a knife’s fleeting edge, it’s no wonder his intense demeanor would also spill into the bedroom. Some of the lucky ‘tourists’ would gossip on the streets of goodneighbor about his signature movie: making them balance his knife between their thighs. Like Hancock has always said, if it ain’t dangerous it ain’t fun.

MacCready 💰 Cuckoldry MacCready and his Lucy were always open in their relationship, and honest about the things they found exciting. Him and Sole’s relationship was no different. He felt a rush at the thought of another man making them feel intense gratification while he watched. One day after acting a bit strange and quiet, he was finally blunt about what he wanted, and Sole agreed to the prospect.

Valentine 💌 Masochism In his line of work Valentine had been through many interrogations, situations where he had to play good cop or bad cop. The truth was that deep down he had always fantasized about having the screws being put on him. He wondered what it was like to be the one under pressure, what the rush would feel like. Being a lonely synth meant he didn’t feel alive often, until he met Sole.

Piper 📝 Role Play Throughout her day, Piper interviews dozens of characters from all walks of life. Settler, Security Guard, Scientist, even a Child of Atom. It wasn’t too hard for her to start fantasizing about being in their shoes. Since writing was one of her passions, creating stories and situations just made it that much more exciting for her.

Preston ⛅️ Anal Penetration Preston loves being dominated. He is a submissive through and through, and it excites him when Sole takes control. One day Sole came back from scavenging with a certain rubber object he hadn’t seen before. Once Sole explained its use, Preston was stunned but more than a little excited at the idea. After the first time they started stimulating him in this way more and more, Preston’s favorite was being bent over his desk.

Strong 🐸 Blood Play Bloodlust has always been a large part of how Strong operates, and what motivates him the most. The thrill of battle and how powerful it makes him feel is the ultimate drug for this Supermutant. Nothing gets his blood pumping more, other than the attractive and strong Sole fighting beside him. When they’re both splattered with crimson blood and standing among those they’ve conquered is when Strong wants to ravage Sole the most.

X6 🔪 BDSM He loves control, and once he gets a taste of it, he doesn’t let anyone else have the reins. Cold and Calculating from his creation, it’s only what comes natural to him. As a courser he already has many tools in his arsenal, and he’s more than eager to show Sole and explain how they work, excruciatingly slowly.

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twosides--samecoin · 16 days

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WIP WEDNESDAY

My first WIP post of the year! Thank you @bokatan for including me. No pressure tags - @unrepentantweirdo @electricshoebox @thedrawbacksofbeingmortal @incognito-insomniac @omkdear @some27-url @vault-heck @sirmanmister @leavingautumn13 @happyhappysparkle @perfectlypreservedpie @charliesvarietyhour @valentineenjoyer I hope y'all are well!

So I've been fairly offline lately! I took a deliberate step back from fandom/posting online these past few weeks, for mental health as well as to focus on Long Time Running. It's almost been 11 months since my last fic update, so in anticipation of as-of-yet unnamed Chapter 12, I am working on updates to address clarity first, followed by punctuation, grammar and continuity. One of the ways clarity takes focus is working on custom CSS/HTML that should have been there all along so that my fic style guide is, well, much more clear.

My biggest takeaway about the early chapters is how little of the story needed to be altered; the biggest change has been more context about Jack in Chapter 1. I still believe in the vision. I thought I would cringe at some of the old writing, but that hasn't been the case. It's a really fucking good story! Long Time Running is a work that shows off my excellence as a writer, and it's been a true joy spending time with my characters again.

Wife @edaworks is helping by reading ahead; she gives me notes from a reader perspective, then I do a full reread and edit. So far, we've completed one chapter edit per day. I will be posting an edit to Chapter 3 tomorrow, and hope to release updates daily until it's time to post Chapter 12. If you've never read my fic before (and you want a MacCready longfic that examines neurodivergence; immigration/culture shock, treats RJ as an emotional punching bag, starts with Med-Tek being a failure, addresses Canada in the Fallout universe, has SoSus from two different vaults, the list goes on), now is a great time!

sorry I'm left handed lol

#listen if you're not cocky about what you do - if you're insecure about it. if you don't believe in your excellence. y u doing it #long time running #fallout 4 #robert joseph maccready #fallout #maccready #rj maccready #fo4 #<3 #fallout fanfic #wip

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perfectlypreservedpie · 10 months

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tagged by @twosides--samecoin to be part of WIP wthursday, which was really sweet of them <3 <3 thanks buddy

this is an excerpt of a sole survivor/maccready fanfic I'm working on. It's about MacCready joining his boss on one last job to Sanctuary. And it's supposed to earn him enough caps to go back home to Duncan. But the kicker is that Sanctuary is being haunted by the sole survivor's late husband. And he is vengeful. It's a fun/spooky story about two grieving widows trying to outrun an entity that just will not let them go.

"Vault 111 was a hateful place, turned sour in the centuries after the war.

In her first weeks out of the vault, Annie dug into that ice November ground to bury her dead. She buried her neighbors. She buried the scientists, the guards, even the overseer. But most of all, it was intended as a place for her late husband to rest.

That poor one, it seemed, could not."

Also here's a WIP sketch/study for Annie and MacCready!

im gonna tag @sirmanmister @theartofblossoming @boarix @druidgroves @murderboner420 @userdogmeat @rad-roche @maccreadysbaby and @adventuresofmeghatron 2 join in the fun! <3

#fallout 4 #fallout #fo4 #rj maccready #sole survivor #ss: annie dyer #Annie Dyer #fanfic #im gonna try to post the first few chapters in a couple weeks #but I want to finish the first draft completely before I do it #slowly but surely my friends #perfectlypreservedpie’s art tag

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sirmanmister · 1 year

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I love coming up with ideas for phrases that would evolve over two hundred years :D I’ve used collared cap instead of a pretty penny, blue blood to call somebody inbred and stupid, and arms and crabs when it’s raining so hard the mirelurks come out and the rads are so strong you’ll grow a third arm!

Absolutely shameless promotion for my fic where I use all those phrases, you can read it here :3

#art #digital art #my art #fallout 4 #fanart #fallout fanart #fallout 4 fanart #fallout #radstorm #rj maccready #maccready #sole survivor #male sole survivor #fanfic art #cats and dogs #arms and crabs #MacCready looks different every time I draw him lmao #serenade draws #Damien tag

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nightingaelic · 3 months

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“So do you cut anyone’s hair?” Duncan asked, staring up at the mercenary in awe.

Butch, who had just finished reassuring Murphy and MacCready that he’d clean up after himself if he had customers, gave the boy a smile. “Sure. So long as they pay.”

“What’s the best haircut you’ve ever done?” Shaun pressed.

“Hmmm.” Butch stroked his clean-shaven chin in thought. “That’s tough. I do a mean mohawk, but I don’t do them often because of how much product you need. You’ve got to refine snaptail sugar and mix it into a paste, it’s a whole thing.”

“No, I don’t suppose extra-strength hair spray is as common as it used to be,” Codsworth said.

- Chapter 10: Usual Range from The Rest is Merely Tenacity, Part 5 in The Alpha & The Omega, by me

#fallout #fallout 4 #fo4 #fanfic #ao3 #archive of our own #duncan maccready #butch deloria #fallout 3 #fo3 #synth shaun #sole survivor murphy #robert joseph maccready #codsworth

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everydayyoulovemeless · 11 months

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Fo4 Masterlist

Oneshots / Drabbles

To Victory - Danse x Reader

Mystery Swim - Deacon x Reader

Kiddie Kingdom - Platonic!Gage x Teen!Reader

Was It Worth It? - Hancock x Reader

World On Fire - MacCready x Reader

Gorski Cabin - MacCready x Reader

Wounds - MacCready x Reader

Seaside Sunset - Platonic!Old Longfellow x Reader

Out Of Time - Yandere!Preston x Reader

Neighbor - Sturges x Reader

Headcanons / Reactions

Cait NSFW Alphabet

Curie SFW Alphabet

Desdemona SFW Alphabet

Desdemona NSFW Alphabet

DiMA NSFW Alphabet

Ellie Perkins NSFW Alphabet

Nick SFW Alphabet

Nick NSFW Alphabet

Piper NSFW Alphabet

[Valentine Idolizes You]

[Danse Idolizes You]

[Curie Idolizes You]

[Deacon Idolizes You]

[MacCready Idolizes You]

[Piper Idolizes You]

[Cait Idolizes You]

Nick Being Fatherly To Sole

DiMA As A Dad

Hancock As A Dad

Gage And The Nuka-World Leaders With A Shy!Overboss

Gage And The Nuka-World Leader With A Short!Overboss

Nuka-World Leaders With A Child!Overboss

Companions (+Sturges, DiMA, and Travis) Reactions to being taken to Nuka-World

Companions (+Sturges, DiMA, and Travis) Living At Homeplate With Sole

Companions When You Come Out As Queer

Companions (+Sturges, DiMA, and Travis) As Coffee Shop Customes

Companions Favorite Settlements To Stay At

Hancock, Nick, and Danse as Yandere’s

Yandere Deacon, Nick, and Hancock HCs

DiMA HCs

How The Companions (+Maxson and Tinker Tom) Are With Synth!Shaun

Companions As Aesthetics

Companions with a child!Sole

What The Companions Love Language Is

HCs About Being Apart Of The Minutemen

Companions Going To See The Barbie Movie

FNV Companions Interacting With Fo4 Companions

Companions Living In Goodneighbor With Sole

Fo4 Companions Reactions To Sole Being Emotionally Distraught After Being Separated

Companions MBTI Types

Random Headcanons For The Companions

Companions Reactions To Sole Getting "Suprise Adopted" By A Territorial Deathclaw

NSFW Hancock HCs

Brother!Arcade, Hancock, Fawkes, and Gob With a Teen!Reader

Companions Favorite Place to Kiss Their S/O

Companions With a Mute!Sole

Companions Reactions to a Werewolf!Sole

Factions React To Sole Being With The Enclave

Modern Headcanons

Accidentally Giving Sole a Bad Haircut

Fo4 Robots Meeting The New Vegas Robots

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atombonniebaby · 6 months

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Treated myself and omg it's so beautiful 🤧🤧🤧

But also... I had no idea Sturges and Mac we're side by side... See I was totally onto something here 🤣... I also really hope that is to scale 🤣🤣🤣

Also... My Scottish heart sings at the unicorn still being on the old state house in the concept art... Because it's in my fic! Little connections back to Scotland.

Hancock addressing his flock on the balcony... Well I can imagine a Scottish equivalent doing the very same from a mercat cross.

Maybe I should do some art of Nate and his little sister back when they lived in Edinburgh... 🤔

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whatanightmaregrinch · 1 year

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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.

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sassenashsworld · 6 months

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Hi Everybody!

On this Fallout Day, let's me re-talk a little about Silver, my OC

Mainly we can't really talk about an "OC" as Silver IS Nora. She is almost the basic characters of the game but for : her long white hairs and her eyes as green as plutonium

Nick is the person who nicknamed Nora because of the color of her hair. At the very beginning of Fanfiction (ao3 The path of the private), Nora remains a long time in silence just staring at Nick, then as they advance in the story, she says very few words and finally, Nick realizes that he doesn't even know her name. Since it’s so hard to get her to talk, he just nickname her Silver.

This characteristic is based on the fact that the fanfiction is entirely based from my game (survival no cheat -no power armor mostly) and that I realized that the companions often spoke, made comments here and there, but that Nora hardly says a word except few dialogues… and then, the companions and NPC can go in big, long speeches, but not her. I found it amusing to imagine how others perceived such a silent person, thus was born my Fanfiction.

Even if I mainly stick to Nora for this fanfiction, I still used the gray areas of the game to go a little in the Head Canon and I admit that at one point, I added elements out of canon (like the way it was Nora who brought the original Nick Valentine to the CIT).

So, if we are to talk about Nora AKA Silver :

She is a discreet and silent person. She internalizes her traumas and accepts her new reality with a taunt humor, sometimes biting, degenerate if we believe Nick and always according to him, absolutely inappropriate.

Ironically, even if everyone agrees that Nora is beautiful and "well rolled", she has very big problems of esteem and due to the scars that she won in Concord by fighting the Deathclaw, she considers herself downright visually horrible…

She consumes an astronomical amount of whisky. Probably she would choke if she drank water (but in reality she has to drink it since I play survival) and she uses combat drugs…. every fight. It’s a big deal for Nick.

She’s a great shot. Nate taught her to shoot guns before the war and she’s really a natural. She can practically sniper with a . 10mm, and I’m not talking about a riffle. - even if I use the VATS, I admit that I like to empty a place on the scope as far as I can. I played Unreal Tournement when I was younger and I sniped while my teammate went to get the flag. I don’t think I’m exceptional, but Nora is.

Speaking of guns, she has an excessively nervous trigger. She can shoot several bullets before people around her react - yeah, VATS… This combination of skill makes her impress with her shooting skills and that made her reputation.

That, and her shitty nature. Because even though Nora uses humor to deal with her trauma (she must have had a great sense of humor before the bombs), she is very straightforward, doesn't like to waste time and has no tolerance for gratuitous acts of malice. She often tries to reason first, then shoot, but as her adventure progresses in the Commonwealth, new traumas are added that make her lose even more faith in humanity.

She is however not a bad person -eh, otherwise Nick would not be her best friend- and she is always ready to offer a chance to someone who try. But not two, as quickly-before dying-Porter notes.

Speaking of Nuka-World, it is worth mentioning that the excessive use of drugs + the experimental gases of Among the Star caused a seizure to Nora who developed a schizophrenia. I am not an expert on this disease, I mainly use my personal experiences having been with some people with this disease to describe its condition, and I absolutely do not recommend judging a schizophrenia person on my writings. One of my best friends was schizophrenia and refused to seek treatment. I had to cut ties with him three years ago after twenty years of friendships. It is a very difficult state for the person and for the entourage but a person with schizophrenia can get through it and live a normal life, even if it requires a lot of courage and effort… and Nora does the opposite. Then her state are not based on a normal struggling person but based on the worse reactions my friend could have.

Nora has a distinct preference for MacCready, whom she regards as her little brother (and he regards her as his big sister), Hancock, with whom she could have had an affair, in another life, another world, and of course Nick Valentine, who becomes a kind of father/best friend figure. She often admits that without Nick, she would have badly turn. But he keeps her on the straight and narrow.

To Nick’s great damn, she also adores this cursed paladin, Danse, but to his great astonishment, he also ends up understanding the qualities of the man beyond his creed and ends up respecting him.

She also likes and respect Preston a lot, even if they sometimes have conflicts -virulent that she solves viciously- and Sturges is like a brother in arms for her, mechanic side. They love to fix and build things together, two little tinker geniuses.

It is mentioned that Piper is her best friend but Nick rarely attends their meeting and he knows that she spends time with Deacon and likes him a lot but he knows nothing of their exact relationship (as The Path of the Private is written from Nick’s perspective, I can’t say more).

Nora absolutely doesn't know how to deal with Strong and it takes her a long time to get closer to Cait, but she refuses to let them down, also she will plunge head first into Kent’s delirium about the Silver Shroud.

Nora shares a secret with Kelly, the Mayor of Somerville, Clem and a certain Doctor Laslay, but this secret is explored in more detail in the fanfiction Heartbeat of the Commonwealth, co-written with @jasmineofthecommonwealth.

So, if you want to know more about Silver, I invite you to read my fanfiction on Ao3

and of course The Heartbeat of the Commonwealth also on Ao3

PS: I admit that I was learning English at the beginning of my fanfiction and I promise myself one day to rewrite it with the experience I acquired since (mostly thanks to @jasmineofthecommonwealth), but I think it’s legible;)

PPS : The screenshot have been taked from a modded game, not the game from The path of the Private but mostly based on The Heartbeat of the Commonwealth

Have fun!

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