This is a series of one shots from Fallout 3, Fallout New Vegas, and Fallout 4. I do not own any of the characters, of course.
All One Shots are in alphabetical order for your convenience.
Anything with an ➵ and a title has been reread, and (hopeful...
Robert MacCready Fallout 4 Warning: Alcohol, Cursing
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"You know... you're a swellllll guy."
"Swill? Like the pirate stuff?"
I nodded sloppily, "No."
We both giggled dumbly at one another. We were both lay on my bed. I lay on my stomach, with my limbs hanging off the sides of the bed, and MacCready lay on his back, with his left arm bolted upright in the air for no apparent reason. We were blitzed out of our fucking minds, seeing as Hancock brought back some liquid gold for us to indulge in.
I looked over to him, resting my cheek on the mattress, and squinted. He mocked my features, "You look like a walnut."
"You look like my mom."
"Was your mom handsome?"
"The most."
We laughed quietly, and I sighed, "You know, I think I'm in love with you."
"Because I look like your mom?"
I laughed dumbly, "No. I seriously think I'm in love with you."
He nodded wisely, his chest jolting from a hiccup, "Yeah, I think I love you too. Don't tell Hancock, though."
"I won't tell him. Pinkie promise."
I held out a pinkie and he sat up. Frowning, I did the same. He held out a pinkie, and I latched mine to his. He pulled me forward gently, and pushed his lips to mine. He tasted like alcohol, but I was sure that I did too.
It was sweet, and after a second or two, he pulled away, releasing a soft breath, "Did we just have a moment?"
