RJ. MacCready

Independent blog for MacCready. Mun & Muse over 18. Fallout 4 fandom and verses only! Image icon credit: Logicalfangirl - Background: Momo-deary

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I have a @maccrexdy?  I HAVE A MACCREADY!!  

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You might know me from my Axton blog!

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I’M GOING TO CRY LOUDLY AND HIDE IN THE CORNER. I DON’T DESERVE THIS BLOG OR THE FOLLOWERS I HAVE. SOMEONE KILL ME!

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@capitalsavior

“You seem familiar. Have we met?” When the ex-gunner spoke it almost sounded he was drinking a bit to much but a former bar fight had left the man with a bad lip and attitude, from the looks of it he won, with a slight tilt of his lips. Well it was clear that he was gloating silently about it. “Wanna have a beer? It on me.” He offered with a welcoming smirk.

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@syntheticwanderer

Teeth that had less years of care now show clearly as his lips lifted into a snarl. Super mutants. Raiding a whole settlement and having no remorse or care. They were exactly what MacCready were trying to stray away from, the big brutes could kill him and possibly his boss too. Blue irises glance sideways to his ally, uneasiness certainly reflecting in them. With his body close to the floor it was a wonder why the other looked so tall here, granted he was taller than the sharpshooter already but now the man started to feel a bit too small. It was all for a good cause, his ally was associated with the thought of aid, so the former gunner thought it only reasonable to accompany him. Wipe the dust off his rifle and take a hike with a willing person.

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@Neuroticminisecuritron

“ Well hey there little guy, how are things? Haven’t seen you around.” MacCready said, as he knelt down to the small bot’s size. He was curious never seeing this kind of robot, having a cartoon face and seeing it glitch out didn’t exactly make the sharpshooter comfortable. With his guard up he placed his rifle to the side. “What are you doing out here?” He asked.

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@fahrenheit2287

“ Hey Fire, how’s it going? Keeping your anger down, taking everything nice and well? ” MacCready asked, making his way down to where she was sitting on the couch, a sly smirk on his lips as he did so. Raising a brow he looked around, wonder how Hancock was doing now that Bobbi-No-nose was gone. With a gentle sigh, he took a seat and leaned back in the couch, making himself comfortable.

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Need A Break

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The darkening sky was beginning to set MacCready over the edge, when darkness neared he could feel his guard raise up. Alert, watchful. Making sure that the woman ahead of him was protected and in good arms. “ Maybe we should find somewhere to settle down, it’s getting pretty late. ” He commented, lifting his head to the sky, a uneasy sigh leaving the ex-gunner before he glanced back down. Continuing to follow the smaller female he couldn’t help but wonder if she heard him. Crunch. Suddenly he was alert looking around, before he took inventory of a slim barrel peaking through a bundle of ferns. Quickly the sharpshooter, whirl towards the direction of the weapons barrel and took aim, firing at the attacker head before two more foes came out.

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@humanitysought

“ Hey Strong! How’s the weather up there? Not too cold hopefully, I mean you’re really up in the clouds aren’t you. ” MacCready joked, a smile tugging his lips as he glanced up at the taller super mutant. He always wondered where the green guys came from, being that some of his kind was kamikaze, gunners, and heavy-loaded arsenals. It was a bit frightening if the huge lug was most of those sections, cut out the suicidal one. It wouldn’t be very pretty to be on the bad side of him, that was for sure

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Gray straightened her dress with a dissatisfied grunt, perturbed that Magnolia had managed to worm her into it. ‘Frightening the patrons’, as her dear friend had put it, was 'bad for business’. The night was coming to a climax and the Third Rail was bustling, and so- to earn a few extra caps before she headed back out- she volunteered to assist, and had been dubbed 'honorary wait-staff’ for the evening.

Stumbling a little on the heels, Gray made her way to the back room with a tray of brim-filled drinks, spilling a little onto the metal as she pitched about. She entered to what seemed like a very tense and serious discussion between three men- none of which she could hear- and decided to stay near the door, making no move to be noticed. She remained both out of obligation, and as enforcement, if anything were to go ugly.

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The Third Rail, a place where people could have the times of their lives, or the total opposite. In any direction MacCready was one of those people, if not both. One minute he could be having a swell time, drinking and talking to the drifters and the next he has to escort Winlock and Barnes to the back room to have a nice chat, whether or not he should still be taking up mercenary work. If the pair of men think that they’ll get through the sharpshooters skull, they’d be dead wrong. “ Should we take this outside? ” His usual tone turning into something more of hostility. here was nothing good about this pair of morons. They were either dumb or relentless, with both of them it was the whole package. Through all of their talking MacCready didn’t even care what they spoke, but of how he was going to get rid of them both so he could enjoy the rest of his night. After a few minutes of more discussion he rolled his eyes and watched them leave the VIP area of the Third Rail. Those idiots wouldn’t learn anything about a real life, only doing the gunner’s dirty work. It disgusted the sharpshooter to even have enforced in their ranks, he didn’t like it but now that he had ran with them, they seemed to stick with him. No one would want the Ex-gunner, if they knew of his past.

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@lacklusterfatale

“Hey want to see something cool?” MacCready asked, his blue eyes giving off the reflection of a young boys. Having no fun as a child left the older man with more of a friendlier attitude towards bad situations, and makes him see the light in small times when they were needed. He has a obsession for comic books and searches for books that he could read. There was no end to his younger personality. With a hopeful look in those eyes and the 10mm pistol held in his hand he takes a deep breath before beginning to flip it around, making sure he had the balance and skill to keep it whirling. “ See cool, right? ”

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@bullseyenevermisses

“ Look did I do something wrong? You haven’t exactly been listening to me. It seems like you don’t want me around anymore. Is that what you want? ” MacCready asked, those blue irises silently glaring at the man before him. He had been running around doing the total opposite of what the sharpshooter would do and honestly it infuriated him. Ignoring any advice that the ex-gunner gave him. “ Listen if you still want me to follow you, then you have to try and stop. ” MacCready knew when to draw the line, but that wasn’t now. He’d give the guy another chance, but if he screwed up again… Well he wouldn’t be so nice next time.

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Yeah, okay, he had been a bit reckless lately, he’d fully admit to that.  And by a bit, he meant he was nursing wounds that could have definitely been avoided by using tactics.  That Mac had reminded him of. Multiple times.  He never had much of a head for that kind of shit.

‘Okay,’ he said finally.  ‘I do want you around.’  He felt like there should be something after that, because that didn’t come off as very professional.  Or what the fuck ever.  ‘I mean, I should be listening to your tactics.  We’re not fighting dumb fuck raiders or bugs anymore.  The barging in and killing things with a barrage of bullets probably won’t work on the Institute.’

Well… he was reaching immediately for his cigarettes, and offered the pack to him.  It wasn’t much.

‘So let’s talk strategy.’

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If that was true than MacCready wondered why he wasn’t having an apology right now. The irritation that the man had to hold in to not just blurt out the wrongs the Sole Survivor was doing. The doubt and trouble conflicts the sharpshooter was weighing whether to leave the man and work for someone else. But all that didn’t seem like the right idea, he knew that this man could help him with Duncan in the future, he could possibly his only hope of getting caps and help. Even though the former gunner was sick of asking and not giving. “Yeah, you see we have to work as a team if we want to survive out there. This isn’t a one man anymore, you’re not alone. I’ve got your back as long as you have mine.” He responded glancing down at his feet, he should have told the other this long ago. How come he didn’t feel like telling him until now, maybe it was the right moment, since they were settling down for the night. A small smile was offered as he accepted the cigarette, taking one and pulling out his own flip lighter to start the flame. Blue eyes look up past the tongue of his hat at the other, before lighting the cigarette to give it a long draw. Placing the flip away he nodded. “Let’s. I’ve been meaning to take on more of a stealth approach, seeing how you run straight in that’s kind of hard for me. Maybe we can work something out.” He paused thinking before continuing. “Hmmm, Well I’ll offer you this, when they haven’t detected us yet we use stealth, take a few minutes of that, snipe the weak or lost one and then head in on as a assault, sound good to you?” Finally someone who was willing to listen to what he had to say.

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   MacCready was curious as to why he had asked, it was pretty random to say the least, but talking about comics was one of the sharpshooter favorite past times, hell it even made him feel like a kid again. The childhood he had never had. Being the grown up in Little Lamplight and brought it’s disadvantages to the light, not having the time or freedom to do what the little kids would usually do. It would sadden the ex-gunner sometimes until he realized there more to life than just having games and fun. You had to survive somehow. The small chuckle pulled MacCready out of his thoughts, drawing a smile to his lips. At least he knew how to lighten a mood. Shrugging, he nodded his head, sounded pretty reasonable. “Must’ve been nice, being able to sit back and relax. Not having to worry about the oncoming days, or when you’ll eat next. Wish it was still that way, where your only worry was something small and nothing to big. ” He glanced down trying to imagine a world that wasn’t this one, but honestly that was hard for him. All he’s ever know was the backlash of the cold wastes.

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maccrexdy:

“ Like what? Annoying, a bitch? If so, then yeah she’s always like that. ” MacCready shook his head. What, did the mungo didn’t see that already. Idiot must be blind and probably deaf.

                 there’s a raised brow, as she glances to maccready - and a laugh. for a moment she wonders if his parents were raiders or something, but he probably picked it up from people who tried invading this sweet hideaway before.  ❛ fair enough, so what do you guys do for fun around here? must get pretty boring inbetween shooting up some of the more stupid mungos that run down here, yeah? ❜

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Why was she laughing? The twelve-year-old was in full seriousness and to be truthful starting to believe that the mungo was wearing her visit to an end. He took noticed in her stance, the eyebrow raised and something else, he wasn’t sure what but if she tried anything, he’d make sure that the other was on the ground first before he was. “ What else do we do for fun aside from run around and try to play tag? ” It was a stupid question, one he said aloud. He shook his small head, the tiniest hint of a smile on his lips. “ The ones with guns shoot targets, the other run around, play hide and seek. There board games, camp stories and many other things we do. It can be fun sometimes but most of my life was wasted on protecting this town. So I don’t have to time to have fun and games. Yeah that’s true. ” Maybe she wasn’t bad after all.

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“ Err - What’d you got there boy? Is that a bone? Where the hell did you find that big of a bone. ” Nothing could just have that big of a bone, stripped clean of meat, and left at random. That was unless they were at a Deathclaw’s feeding ground… Closing his eyes, MacCready instantly crouched. Please don’t let this be a hub for those giant lizards.

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That… might have been from a Deathclaw’s den. Dogmeat turns on his paws, tail wagging as ears bobbing as he drops the bone, circling around the man for a second.

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Oh dear, this couldn’t be good. If it was a Deathblow den then the two of them would have to high-tail it out of there. With a uneasy sigh, MacCready begins to makes his way toward the edge of a rock to ensure cover, seeing as the bone was still out in the open didn’t make it a grand strategy. Suddenly there was the sound of scrapping against a rock farther up the hill and this made the blood of the former gunners begin to grow cold with dread. What had he done to deserve this, he might have wondered. “ Dogmeat, come here… now. ” He whispered cautiously, keeping sure to stay low.

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@surviivalism \ Continued from here –> ∆ 

     MacCready had to force himself not to roll his eyes at the woman’s rash behavior. Sure it was broken, but it wasn’t going to kill her. Instead he flinches at the harsh tone she snaps towards him. Blue eyes moving from the broken limb to her eyes. “ It can’t be that bad. ” He muttered, while lightly tracing his hand across the tender arm. Or maybe it was. From the actions she was making and how tense the arm felt… he was surprised she wasn’t yelling out in agony. Partially glad she wasn’t though, the ex-gunner would have to put a sock in her mouth just so they wouldn’t get detected.

      “ Should’ve told me that in the first place before I began to see the damage. ” MacCready grunted, moving a few inches away before rising to his feet to look for her bag. Spotting it on her back, he circled around the woman and crouched down, wondering what had happened for her to be this clumsy. He had seen the super mutants, fought them even, but never noticed that they had the actual brain power to sneak right behind them. They were getting smarter and smarter by the day and it was beginning to get the sharpshooter worried.

    Though the Sole Survivor was right, the sky was darkening and soon the night would settle in. The duo needed to find shelter and quick. Rummaging through the pack, past the junk he complained about and to the healing that she had spoke about. Taking one out, he crawled back to her frontal view, popping the cap off from the top and gently moving the needle to her upper arm, watching the meter hit the green. He pulled out the object and leant back on his haunches, a sigh left his lips.

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        ❝ tell you what ––– next time i’ll let you get hit by the super               mutant battering ram & then we’ll talk about how bad it is. ❞

there’s a weak smile to accompany her words,    to show maccready that her ire is ( mostly ) in jest.  she was angry, to a degree, but not at him.        she’s angry at herself && the damn super  mutants for putting her in a  rather pitiful position.     she should have been more careful. there just wasn’t room for slip ups like this. which is why she didn’t say anything, figuring she could tough it out until nightfall & deal with it herself.   she can’t afford people getting the idea that she’s a liability. sure, shit happens   ( nowadays more than ever ) but it can’t happen to her.    there’s far too much at stake. so she grits her teeth as the needle pierces tender flesh & focuses on what comes next.  they should cover as much  ground as they could before finding shelter.      if the area wasn’t so exposed,   she might have suggested that they stay put until morning but as it stands –– well, it’s a damn good thing it’s not her leg that was broken. she turns to him, still favoring the injured limb, but tension slowly releasing her posture as the pain begins to subside. she feels bad, for snapping at him so harshly before,   && offers a more amiable smile before speaking again.

        ❝ so what’s the verdict, doc? think i’m gonna make it? ❞

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“Sure.” He grunted, placing the now empty stimpak away in one of his pouches. With tired coursing through his body, the man rises to his feet. The night sky would soon cover them like a blanket and MacCready didn’t want to be out in the open when it did, shelter was a priority in his mind at the moment, that and her. He knew she wouldn’t a small joke that could happen, but the Sole Survivor was to her word, keeping him save and he to her. It was a agreement they spoke about when she had taken up his offer as a hired gun. They had been traveling around for some time and granted MacCready was still on edge that she had seen that argument with Winlock and Barnes. Hopefully she didn’t think of him like he needed help. He didn’t want to be the person task for help when he knew he could handle it just fine. But that was the thing, he knew he couldn’t face those idiots alone He’d die trying. Taking a moment to erase his thoughts he looks back at her, seeing the small smile, made his mood feel better.

“ Well, I don’t know. You might make it. ” Soon the grin she had on her lips reflected to his before he extends a hand out to her. “You’ll make it. It’s nothing too bad, just as long as we can get shelter and a good night. ” If that was possible in the Commonwealth, he thought.

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MacCready knew that much, but as the woman began to speak about something that was far beyond his intelligence he had trouble understanding some of it. Maybe if he was actually paying attention and trying not to let the memories take control - Well it would’ve been better if he just thought on what she was saying. Leaning forward he tries to make use of what it says, but with a no glasses on hand it’s hard to make sense what the tiny font means. But seeing the image of a brain, starts to make him think deeper, trying his hardest to understand her. So she was explaining memories and how they functioned, where they were in the human body and how it function the mind. Pretty amazing to the sharpshooter if he tried to understand the large words she was using, being in the Commonwealth had made a decrease in  MacCready’s vocabulary when it came to medical reasons. He was just glad that someone could do it for him.

“Really now.” He muttered to himself looking up from the unfocused piece of paper to the woman’s irises, a small glint of sympathy to show he still cared.  He listened to her explain the procedure carefully. The small bits and pieces making sense, starting to lean towards the ‘yes’ side of her ask. When all of her talking was done, MacCready rose to heigh and nodded his head carefully. “Yeah, I’m sure one I go through it’ll make more sense to me, I’m more of a hands-on interact kind of person.” He responded before rolling his shoulders, getting the tiredness out of them. Being coped up in the memory pod had left him stiff an =d on easy, but with the help of those pills he was beginning to feel himself ease down and into a more calmer state of mind. The horrid memories already seeming like it was starting to go away.

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It hadn’t snowed in a while and when it did he was usually the one penetrated with that white frosty ice. Snowballs, golly were they something. Especially when one had slammed right into his visage. The burning ice was far from welcoming and MacCready’s lips formed into nothing more than a small frown, did she think this was some kind of a joke. Blue eyes glanced down clearly not amused at the dissolving frost. A few seconds past before he made his way over to a pile of nuclear snow and picked some up, before letting it crumble in his hands in the shape of a ball. Pulling his hand back and aiming it at her, MacCready threw the snowball overhanded towards the woman who had started this fight.

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Annabelle laughed when she saw the snowball hit her target. She had heard of snowball fights but she had never been in one. She was amazed by snow, it was so fragile and light but it could be turned into a rock-hard sphere.

Seeing that he was throwing a snowball back, she tried to duck out of the way. Failing, the snowball hit her right in the cheek. The nuclear snow burning her slightly. She didn’t care though, the cold air had made her whole body numb. She scooped up some snow and packed it into a tight ball, throwing it with all her might at the man.

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Taking  a quick step to the side, the former gunner let out a laugh, maybe this wasn’t so bad after all. Yeah sure, it hurt like hell if yo were actually hit with the snow but it just encouraged you to try and dodge them all the more. “Hey how about you try to aim better next time, you might actually hit me. ” He teased, his lips forming into a smirk before wading up another ball to be thrown at her. It was a nice change to not worry about mission and caps for a change. It put his mind to ease that some people could have fun like he could sometimes.

With all his strength he began to kneel down and build a fort out of the snow, cover was the only way to protect himself from on coming fire be it lead or ice. Though his blue eyes never moved from hers, making sure she didn’t throw any as he began to build up the wall that would protect and separate him from her. A tactical strategy from his point of view.