Sep 12, 2016
These two are so disgustingly in love that I can’t even take it.
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These two are so disgustingly in love that I can’t even take it.
Mae/MacCready - "Are you flirting with me?”
Yes. I hate these two so much. They are disgusting. (Just kidding, I love them in an “I hate their guts” way.) :p\
Vadim Bobrov’s voice booms out a call the moment she walked in the door. It was expected, of course. Mae Winters was a popular figure in the Commonwealth nowadays and the familiar sound of his accent was welcome. “Miss Mae! MacCready! So good to see you. Come! Come! Have a drink.”
Mae sauntered to the counter. She always looked forward to some of Bobrov’s Moonshine. Nothing could beat it. “A glass of the usual, Vadim baby. Keep the bottle open.”
“Yes, ma’am.” The man began to pour his home-brewed alcohol into glasses, humming to himself as he did so.
As she sat at the bar, MacCready leaned against the counter, his gaze on his girlfriend. “Since when did you start calling Vadim ‘baby’? I was pretty sure I was the only one who got that honor.”
“You’re mistaken. You aren’t ‘baby.’ You’re ‘jackass.’”
MacCready laughed, twirling the alcohol in his glass before raising it in toast. “Give me one night, baby.”
“RJ, are you flirting with me?” Mae asked, trying not to laugh at his sad attempt, but failing. The chuckles only fueled him further.
“Can you flirt with someone you’ve slept with?” He asked before drinking deeply of his glass.
“I don’t know. Can you flirt?”
Vadim’s laughter cut off any retort that MacCready might have given. With a frown, the former mercenary turned his attention to the bartender, slightly offended that his friend would turn on him. “You’re supposed to be on my side, Vadim? What the hell?”
“Sorry, MacCready. Miss Mae is better at this game than you.” Vadim laughed again, shaking his head before leaving to clean some glasses.
Mae poured herself another glass of moonshine, the smirk on her face now permanent. Raising her glass to MacCready, she downed the entire thing in one shot. She set the glass on the bartop before meeting her boyfriend’s gaze. He wasn’t exactly frustrated, but he was clearly not happy. “Oh come on, RJ. You deserved it.”
A smile flickered on his lips for a moment. “That won’t stop me from trying again.”
Mae rolled her eyes, but relented. As much as she hated to admit it, his teasing and flirting excited her in a way that had been gone for a long time. She didn’t want him to ever stop. “And I won’t stop you from trying.”
1, 7, and 13 for Mae and MacCready!
1: Who spends almost all their money on the other?
They don’t really have money, but if they are going to spend caps on each other, they’ll just go to a bar and get wasted. It’s easier that way.
7: Which one constantly wears the other’s clothes?
MacCready is a lot smaller than Mae so even if she wanted to, she wouldn’t really be able to fit in his clothes. Him wearing her clothes wouldn’t make sense because her clothes are always so filthy and full of blood, that it’s gross. Mae does love to wear that ratty old hat, though.
13: Which one likes to surprise the other with a lot of small random gifts?
Mae has never been good at the small things in a relationship. She’s not entirely sure how relationships in the Commonwealth work. But whenever she goes out without MacCready to do something, she brings him home something that caught her eye. It could be a comic or a box of bullets, but she always has something for him.
MAEMAC SLEEPING TING
Who is a night owl:
Mae. She’s more awake at night than she is during the day.
Who is a morning person:
Mac. Having Duncan changed the way he had to live so he is used to being up early in the morning.
Are they cuddlers:
Depends. If they are in their bed at the settlement, it could happen, but Mae isn’t easily affectionate. It would take quite a bit for her to warm up to cuddling.
Who is the big spoon and who is the little spoon:
If the above situation happened, Mae would be big spoon and Mac is little spoon.
What is their favourite sleeping position:
Mae sleeps on her back. She’s used to it after years in the military. Mac sleeps wherever on the bed is available.
Who steals all the blankets:
MacCready. He dislikes being cold and Mae doesn’t mind if he takes them. She’s slept with worse.
What they wear to bed:
Mae is always prepared for anything. She wears her day clothes to bed. Mac usually strips down as much as his dignity will allow him.
Who likes seeing the other wearing their t-shirt:
Even though his shirts are too small for muscular Mae, she wears them if she’s feeling affectionate and he adores that.
Who falls asleep mid-conversation:
MacCready, although it wouldn’t be often. It would probably happen during late night conversations.
Who wakes up in the middle of the night with nightmares:
Mae. She’s lived through some shit, both before the war, during and after. She finds night brings nightmares and oftentimes won’t sleep.
Who accidentally punched the other in their sleep:
Mac. He tosses at night and even though he can’t help it, he always feels bad about it.
Who can’t keep their hands to themself:
Mac would hold Mae’s hand every moment he could (if she’d let him), but he takes whatever she’s comfortable with.
“I love you, and there’s no way in Hell I’m leaving here without you.” - MacMae?
Some merc husbando and grumpy mom? YES PLEASE
There are some spoilers for MacCready’s romance in here.
There was a lot of blood. Too much. Her hand covered the gunshot wound, blood seeping between her fingers. The shot of Jet she’d taken before had worn off. Now there was nothing but searing pain. Gritting her teeth, Mae Winters stubbornly wished that the wound had killed on impact. At least then she wouldn’t have to bleed to death.
Mae wasn’t sure where Robert had gotten to. She needed him to leave, he couldn’t see her like this. After everything he had told her about Lucy… She wouldn’t let him watch her die too.
She could hear more raiders breaking into the warehouse, their footsteps echoing in her head. Everything was too loud.
Warmth touched her cheek and her eyes opened slowly. Steel blue stared back, worry clear in them. Robert MacCready was assessing her wounds as she sat there, only propped up by the wall behind her. He cursed under his breath, breaking the oath he’d made to his son.
The corner of her lips twitched, her trying to smile, but her body found the entire effort exhausting. Instead, she whispered with what little breath she could pull in. “Was that a curse word, Mayor?”
He grunted at the nickname, but ignored the rest of her words. “We need to get you out of here. More are coming.”
MacCready reached to pull her into his arms. Groaning, she pushed his hands away, expending the little energy she had left. “No.”
“Mae.” He hissed, the sound of footsteps getting louder. “Now is not the time to be fucking stubborn.”
“I’m not being stubborn, jackass. I’m trying to save your life.” She snapped back before dizziness swept over her. Leaning her head back, she tried to breathe deep, only to hiss when pain stabbed her. “Get out of here.”
“I love you, dumbass.” MacCready carefully pulled her arm around his shoulders, ignoring the small grunt of protest that escaped her lips. She couldn’t fight him in this condition. “There’s no way in Hell I’m leaving here without you.”
As he practically dragged her out of the building, raiders shooting the whole way, Mae managed to find a smile. She didn’t know what she’d do without her mercenary.
If you're still taking FO4 prompts: how about 11 "No, you don't get a choice." for Mae/MacCready.
The grumpy couple before they are a couple LOL
“Do you trust me?”
Mae Winters blinked, not understanding the words that spilled from his mouth at first. It seemed like such a silly question. Of course she trusted him. She was here, wasn’t she? But that wasn’t what he was really asking.
Mae’s stormy eyes met his blue ones. He tried to hide the fact that he was waiting on her answer, that it mattered to him what she said. He had never seemed the type of man who cared about anyone else, or at least, he tried not to. It was hard to miss the vulnerability about him in this moment.
“And don’t give me that ‘of course I do’ bullshit, Mae. Tell me the truth.”
Her mouth suddenly felt dry. Licking her lips, she attempted to find her voice. “I don’t know if I-”
“No, Mae. You don’t get a choice.” He was a stubborn bastard, but that’s what she liked about him most, wasn’t it?
“Fine.” She said, just as stubbornly, her eyes slanting towards him dangerously. “I do trust you and do you know why? Because you are one of the only people I know who won’t stab me in the back.”
“You don’t know-”
“Shut up, MacCready, and listen to me. You’ve been with me this far and haven’t turned tail. Hell, you even trusted me enough to help you with your son and I’m trusting you with mine. If we can’t trust each other, who the hell can we?”
MacCready was silent, his eyes watching her with a pensive expression. It was true for them, two broken people, born into a world that neither could navigate without another by their side. He had been alone for so long that he’d forgotten what it was like to truly depend on someone else.
And here they were, questioning the other.
“I’m sorry. You’re right.” His eyes finally returned to searching their surroundings for ferals or raiders. “We’re all each other has.”
It was them against the world it seemed.
Walking between the raindrops Riding the aftershock beside you Off into the sunset Living like there's nothing left to lose
Chasing after gold mines Crossing the fine lines we knew Hold on and take a breath I'll be here every step
Walking between the raindrops with you
Mae Winters & Robert Joseph MacCready
7 - "Stop looking at me like that, it's your fault anyway." For MacMae
The comic book store had been a detour. Mae Winters didn’t like taking detours. It made them late to wherever they were going, sure, but that wasn’t the biggest problem she had with it. Nine times out of ten, they’d run into a pack of feral ghouls and waste precious ammo bringing them down.
“Why so pessimistic, Peaches?” Robert MacCready quipped, his shotgun in his hands like usual. “There could be some good loot in there.”
Mae had to stop from rolling her eyes. “It’s a comic book store.”
“And your point?”
MacCready walked ahead of her into the store, not bothering to wait for a reply. Grumbling, she followed him, her pistol raised, waiting for the first sign of trouble. Of course, it hadn’t taken long for the ghouls to be on them.
The ceiling overhead had rotted away, leaving the upper level exposed. It was the perfect place for the radiated humans to attack from. Twenty bullets later, the comic book shop was eerily quiet, her gun still smoking.
MacCready raised an eyebrow at her, surprised at the tenacity with which she fought.
Grumbling, Mae put her gun back in its holster. “Don’t look at me like that. This is your fault.”
MacCready smiled before tipping his hat towards her. “After you, ma’am.”
He was lucky that she loved him or she might have punched him right there.