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spatialwave · 1 day

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pairing: the ghoul x fem!reader

word count: 1.8k words

summary: you’re not sure how, but you, a vault dweller, managed to sneak your way into the ghoul’s heart.

warnings: implied sa

notes: just a little/poorly paced ficlet LOL, testing the waters of writing for cooper. kind of fluffy, the start of maybe a little ficlet series?? also taking request for ghoulcy or ghoul x readers! 🖤

being a so-called ‘vaultie’ had put you in quite the predicament while on your journey through the wastelands. unbeknownst to you, a bounty had been placed on your delicate head — a large bag of caps that would be sure to provide a ghoul with adequate supplies to keep from going feral.

you, on the other hand, were severely unprepared for what the surface would bring. several nights alone, your supplies depleting. hell, you hadn’t even known that bounties were a thing, or that you’d be needing to purchase your next meal with a handful of bottle caps.

if it weren’t for cooper finding you, you’d likely have died out in the wastes with the radiation eating you away until you were nothing but a pile of bones. still, you weren’t fond of the treatment he’d greeted you with.

when you first saw the shadowy figure, your naivety had you hopeful. you stepped closer and even spoke a soft, “hello?” before a lasso had been thrown in your direction and wrapping snug around your neck.

“were’t you taught that you shouldn’t trust strangers in the dark?” the voice of a southern man spoke, thick like syrup. sounding like the man in the movies you had watched with your dad back in the vault.

knowing what you did now, you wished that you hadn’t put so much trust in him, though, you had no idea a ghoul would be making himself known.

the first day was brutal, being dragged along like a dog with blisters forming on your feet and your lips cracking and bleeding from dehydration. you had tried to plead your case to him, explaining how you needed to find your father, but he hadn’t shown an ounce of remorse.

by the fourth day? well, for your own sake you wouldn’t say it aloud, but you were near certain that you had grown on the ghoul. he removed the rope that left reddened marks on your skin and even gave you the chance to clean yourself up in a bucket of rain water. even gave some jerky he’d dried out from some critters he killed—allowing you to indulge in food without resorting to cannibalism like he had.

you didn’t want to push your luck with him, but you wondered why he’d grown soft on you.

the man was far from soft or vulnerable, unafraid to push you around or tighten the rope when you spoke out of turn. so, when you had a moment of reprieve after cleaning yourself up, your hair damp and clinging to the side of your face, you forced yourself to ask the question on your mind.

“why’d you remove the rope?” you asked, sitting around a fire on the third night—having never felt safer than with him. your knees were pressed to your chest and you fought away the hunger pangs as your eyes drifted to the ghoul sitting propped against a tree, eyes unseen under his hat.

you were greeted with the sound of a soft grunt as he shifted in his spot, and you could tell that he was thinking of an answer. something he could say that wouldn’t translate to ‘i’m growing tired of treating you like a piece of meat’.

“i don’t needa’ reason,” the ghoul muttered, lifting a hand up to his hat and adjusting it so it covered more of his face, “but that pricey bounty on that pretty head of yours is higher if i make sure you’re alive and well. not my preference, but can’t argue with money.”

the compliment struck a chord in you, one that rose colour to your cheeks and had you turning your head away to look at the small fire. pursing your lips, you weren’t satisfied with the answer.

“i could run away, though. without the rope around my neck,” you piped up, brows furrowing.

a heavy and loud sigh came from the hole in cooper’s face, your eyes lifting to him as you watched him a lift a hand. that hand pushed back the hat on his head so those piercing eyes could meet with your own doe-eyed stare. a smirk grew on his lips and you felt your stomach twist nervously.

“how far do you think you’d get if you tried to run, vaultie?” the ghoul questioned you with that sickening look on his face, “the bounty prefers you alive, but don’t think i won’t hesitate to put a bullet in your head if you try to stir up some trouble for me.”

when day seven had rolled around, you found yourself in a predicament that only confused the everlasting fuck out of you. cooper had finally brought you to the man who had some caps for your head—a man who you didn’t even know, but claimed to know your father.

your heart shattered when you were thrown into a cage, bruises already forming on your skin when you had made contact with the shoddy brick wall. eyes fixated on the ghoul who was busy shoving caps into his pockets and taking precious vials from the box that had been offered to him.

what a fool you were to think that the ghoul would change his mind, that maybe he’d have an ounce of empathy in his irradiated body. you were no more valuable than what kept him alive… you couldn’t blame him for that.

“well, well,” the man spoke, his body covered in dirt and grime, teeth so decayed you could smell his breath even as he stood over you after entering the makeshift cell, “don’t try squirm on me now, we’re going to get ya’ all tied up… then i’ll have some fun with you.”

your lips quaked in fear, the first time you truly felt fear in days. cooper, the ghoul, had become your safety net and yet he tossed you away like you were nothing. into the hands of a pig, no less.

“don’t touch me,” you yelled at him, hearing the sounds of footsteps retreating.

you were alone.

“quit making a fuss,” the man spit at you, “the quieter you are, the less this will hurt.”

the sound of a distant gunshot had caused the man to pull away from you, and for you to perk up in your position on the ground. you hadn’t realized your entire body was shaking and you assumed the worst—someone was about to come in here and kill you.

why the hell did you ever think coming to the surface was a good idea?

you quickly sink back against the wall as you hear commotion, men yelling and more gunshots. it was a shootout.

“what the fuck is going on?” the man in front of you yelled, but no one answered. he spun on his feet and bent down in front of you, a heavy hand grabbing tight at your wrist, “get up, we’re leaving.”

“wha—“

you words were cut off when footsteps entered the room once more, the man quickly standing and dropping you back to the floor hastily where the back of your head smacked hard against the brick wall and left your vision hazy.

“you stupid ghoul,” the man roared and you felt your chest flutter, even as another gun shot rang through your ears and blood splatted across your face, a gurgling sound filling your ears.

through your blurred vision, you looked up just as the grotesque man collapsed in front of you, blood spilling out of the wound in his neck as he twitched until the blood loss killed him.

“cooper?” your voice croaked, the name slipping from your tongue easily. a name you’d wriggled out from him just a couple days prior.

a figure knelt in front of you, you immediately recognized those eyes even as your vision had grown spotty. you parted your lips to say more, but nothing came out.

“stay with me,” his southern drawl comforted you as you felt your mind edging the line of unconsciousness, the pain in the back of your head feeling cold now, “vaultie—“

the crackling of a fire was all you heard when your eyes fluttered open, red and orange filling your pupils as the smell of smoke filled your lungs. there was something underneath your body, leathery fabric… and something brushing through your hair.

smacking your lips together, you tried to sit up but failed immediately when you realized your body wasn’t ready for moving yet.

“slow down, cowgirl,” a voice spoke, “we’re in no rush.”

that’s when you realize that there were fingers in your hair. cooper’s fingers. why was he soothing you? when did you get here?

“you left me,” your voice was weak, still hardly able to keep your eyes open, but you figured a stimpack was the reason you hadn’t felt anymore pain from the back of your head. your first concussion.

“almost did,” he said, a heavy sigh coming from him, but nothing else to explain his actions.

tilting your head back just enough, you were able to spot cooper sitting next to you, legs outstretched in front of him and head tilted back against the wall he leaned up against. he’d found an old building to set up the night in, all of the windows shattered and broken, so the smoke from the small fire had a place to escape.

“but you came back,” you murmured, rolling slowly until you were on your back and cooper had to retract his hand from your hair, arms instead settling over his chest, “i thought you hated me.”

a snort, which you could only assume was his form of laughter, came from the ghoul. a smirk playing along his lips as you watched him from your position on the floor, his leather jacket keeping you from laying on the layer of dust that accumulated in the building.

“if i hated you, darling, you would’ve been gone the moment i laid eyes on you,” cooper answered honestly. you finally got that vulnerability you asked for.

your lips twitched, hiding back a smile as you adjusted yourself more comfortably on his coat that he so lovingly rested you on. as you laid there in silence, allowing your eyes to fall shut once more, you couldn’t help but wonder where you’d be in the coming weeks.

now that cooper had delivered his bounty, you wondered what could be next on his plate of adventure. you hoped that you’d be able to convince him to help find your father, but that was a conversation you’d wait for in the morning.

for now, you were content with the feeling of gentle comfort as his hand returned to your hair, calloused, weathered fingers pulling through the strands as you lulled back to sleep—knowing that you’d somehow found your way in the ghoul’s heart.

#fallout tv #ghoul x reader #cooper howard x reader #cooper howard #the ghoul #fallout prime #fallout fic #wordsbyspatial

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wow-an-unfunny-joke · 2 days

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Okay I’m too lazy to check the actual timeline of things but wasn’t Falin like 9 when Laios left???? Am I making that number up???

Anyways Laios and Falin are the same flavor of weird but they do it differently- Laios doesn’t know when to shut up and Falin is generally more quiet, right?

Well when Laios talks about leaving he words it very “oh I abandoned my sister because people were treating her badly” which makes no sense right??? Why would he leave her behind if this is because of how people were treating her??? Well later with the Lion it shows little flashback things of Laios getting beat up- like my man was also being treated poorly which is probably why he left

Anyways my point is Laios didn’t get the same lesson beaten into him but Falin did

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 1 day

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AITA for ignoring my friend on purpose?

I (25M) have been friends with this person (24M) for about a year. We’re online friends so we don’t ever see each other in person. For about 8 months we texted daily all the time, but he’s started ignoring me for long periods of time and then when I ask if he’s mad at me he snaps at me for even thinking it.

Recently he’s been spending a lot of his time with someone new online and he’s been ignoring me a lot. So I decided to pull the plug, I’m tired of being toyed with and only talked to when his new best friend is busy. I have him really high on my priority list and it hurts to rank so low on his, it’s not healthy for me to like someone who doesn’t care about me.

Apparently this set off his bpd really badly when I ignored him for one day while still being active on twitter, so he sent me a bunch of messages asking me what he did wrong, and I told him. He got all defensive about it and claimed he was never “ignoring me” so I gave him a laundry list of grievances and instances of him ignoring me + treating me poorly in the last few months, contrasting behavior from the previous months.

He blocked me and has been venting apparently on his priv about how I must “hate” him. I don’t hate him, I told him that I’m really frustrated with his behavior, but that translated “hating him” in his mind.

#aita #am i the asshole

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biggest-geo-oogami-enjoyer · 12 hours

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Hiii since you done Hyugo relationship hcs could you please do Crowe? Tysm! <3

Ethereality (Crowe x MC/Reader - Relationship HCs)

For @Anonymous ! Hope you enjoy! :D - Signed by biggest-geo-oogami-enjoyer

A/N: Ask box is still open, but answering them will be put on hold, as I am going to start writing my personal stories and ideas for this game; (yes I will do all your requests don't worry, it just may no longer be a daily occurrence). :]

Ethereality: the quality of being very light and delicate, especially in a way that does not seem to come from the real, physical world.

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Crowe will revere you.

Princess treatment? Doesn’t cut it. He’s going to treat you like a queen, like an empress, like a deity.

I’m pretty sure he’s got plenty of money under his name, so he can afford to essentially pamper you whenever, however and wherever you want.

Loves getting his hair braided by you, if you wanna style it? Go ahead! He doesn’t care, (as long as it looks sophisticated enough).

Owns the comfiest clothes ever, will be turned on happily flushed if you wear them (especially his overcoats and sweaters holy shit).

It makes him feel at ease when you wear his things. As if a part of him is always with you.

King of compliments! This man will sing your praises like it's the last time he'll ever see you, always makes sure you know he loves you. Could be via words, affection or pinning you agai-

Is the type to escort you places, doesn't matter where, he wants to be there with you, talking to you, seeing your beautiful face as it gets framed by the background noise of the world.

Holds your hand in public. He doesn't care, he wants it to be clear as day that you're his and he's yours.

Will watch movies and shows with you on his lap, which usually ends up in the both of you tangled on your couch sound asleep.

Loves reading to you, and he's got such a soothing voice for it oml

If you're not tired when he starts, you'll be barely keeping your eyelids open after about 30 minutes.

Cuddles you in bed, loves curling his body around yours. #bigspoon

Your first kiss is when he takes you out for a stargazing date, under the blankets of the dark night sky.

You still can't forget how sweet his lips tasted. How his hand cupped the back of your head.

It was ethereal. Magical.

And there'd be hell to pay if he didn't feel the same.

This guy is entirely devoted to you.

And actively shows it.

Will hug you out of nowhere. If you're feeling sad some day, will just gently cradle you and stroke your hair softly, peppering small kisses across your gorgeous face.

He loves your smile. It's all he ever wants you to be, happy.

He'll do anything to see his angel happy.

Also will make you your favourite food if you're upset, or satiate your cravings when you need it.

In short, 11182989100101010101/10 man and s/o.

Yet he still cannot believe how he was able to catch such an ethereal, angelic being like yourself. <3

#tkatb #reminder that geo is superior #the kid at the back #tkatb vn #crowe ichabod #jericho crowe ichabod #tkatb x reader #i'm genuinely surprised he isn't more popular

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girlyteengirl16 · 3 months

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i feel like a part of me died when it was supposed to be flourishing

#idk what i did wrong #i’m so sad #i’m so sleepy #i’m so tired of being treated like this #i’m sleepy #midnight thoughts #honk shoo mimimimi #mentally unstable #trauma #i wanna kms #tw depressing stuff #i want to be okay #mental abuse #tw depressing thoughts #this account is a cry for help pls help me

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icaruspendragon · 10 months

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y’all do know i’m human, right? like you know that i have thoughts and feelings and emotions? i don’t just exist on a phone screen emotionlessly reading the things people say about me. or just not seeing them at all. we all realize that, right?

i am a person.

and i cannot believe i have to ask for this, but can y’all treat me like one?

#i’m so fucking tired #y’all have no idea #i just want to exist without it being the subject of discourse #there are so many kind people out there #but the mean ones are being a lot louder than the kind ones at the moment #and i just want to be treated like a regular person #bc i am

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fuckalicent · 8 months

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saying alicent is for the white conservative tradwives is sooo insensitive when what she experiences is relatable for a majority of woc

#hotd #alicent hightower #yeah forced marriages to older men may seem crazy and medieval to u but unfortunately these things r a reality for a lot of us #her being gaslit by everyone around her and being treated like she’s insane simply because she won’t align with the status quo #like i’m sorry that’s so me??!#and stop attacking woc for being alicent fans i’m tired of u all. i will kill myself

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sweetie-peaches · 3 months

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Not to come off as rude sorry if this does just want to explain my understanding of the situation. I think the whole post is stating that hes not homophobic just that. Words and actions hurt regardless if he's gay or not and it's incredibly jarring to hear him make light of it and have no one seemingly push back on it. I'm likening it to like if a friend calls you loser or worthless as a joke because they dont actually think those things of you but if you have a history of being bullied with those words it can still sting ?

I’m CRYING I made such a well worded response to this and discord DELETED IT

Anyway, here’s the thing.

I understand why some people might by put off by his humor. Sure that’s, fair, whatever. In my opinion kinda, nevermind not stating my opinion

But, I feel like I have to remind everyone once a fucking gain that the qsmp members are adults and problems can be solved IN PRIVATE if there’s any problems at all AND THEY DONT NEED FANS COMING TO SWOOP IN AND ‘PROTECT’ THEM FROM BIG BAD SCARY TUBBO LIKE THEY ARE INFANT DAMSELS IN DISTRESS

I think that’s an issue with the qsmp fandom as a whole. Y’all act like the cc’s just, don’t interact off stream? Don’t talk at all? Don’t you think by now, anyone would say anything about it if there’s an issue?

And here’s another thing, you aren’t tubbos friend. It might be hard to think that, but you aren’t, im not.

And on that train of thought, isn’t it important to reclaim those jokes? Genuine homophobes use those words against us, can’t we use the same jokes?

And why does it feel like if this was anyone else you wouldn’t have a problem? I’ll get shit for being a toxic tubbling and such a hater and blah blah blah but. Fucking seriously, would it be a problem if anyone else said this stuff? Why do I get the feeling y’all were looking for a reason to “cancel” Tubbo (because let’s be real that’s what this is. You may claim not to be Twitter and so much better, but you still pull the same shit. Be fucking for real)

And don’t even get me started on how you treat tubblings. How fucking disgusting it is.

Because I love getting called stupid for existing on this god forsaken app everyday. I love being called annoying, toxic, rude.

I fucking love it. /sarcasm

Some of you in the qsmp fandom make better bullies then you do people actually participating in a fandom.

It’s funny how you’ll insult and bully us but then turn back and bitch and moan about how toxic we are and how we hurt you and your traumatized now and

Yeah fuck it I don’t care if this makes me seem toxic, I don’t fucking care. I am an aid in a pre-K classroom and I’ve seen more mature TODDLERS then some of the people here.

#peaches posts #neg #fandom neg #qsmp neg #sorry I got so pissy at the end #I’m just tired of being treated like this #qsmp #qsmp tubbo #changed my mind I am maintagging this because there’s shit needed to be talked about

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mimymomo · 11 months

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Do portwell/EJ stans not realize that Gina didn’t get together with Ricky until AN ENTIRE MONTH passed after she broke up with EJ? And pws entire relationship only lasted for around 2 months?? How long was Gina supposed to wait before it was acceptable by your standards to get in a new relationship?

I swear the way some of you fans treat and talk about Gina like she was the problem in that relationship (she in actuality she was the one putting in the most effort to FIX that failing thing more that Elton John ever did) is so gross.

Gina was one of the most supportive girlfriends and constantly forgave and encouraged EJ all throughout season 3. I will gladly name off every instance if you want me to. And she only lost her patience after he lied, hid the truth from her and constantly broke his promises to her. And no, before anyone says anything, EJ WAS NOT WORKING HARD JUST FOR GINAS SAKE! IT WAS FOR HIS OWN TO PROVE TO HIMSELF AND HIS DAD THAT HE WAS CAPABLE OF MAKING A NAME FOR HIMSELF! EJ in the show and Matt Cornett in interviews stated as such! It’s why since the beginning of the season EJ was so stressed - he wasn’t prioritizing his relationship with Gina before he got the letter from his dad so you can’t blame his actions solely on trying to save in relationship and stay in salt lake.

Also just so people in this fandom know because some of you seem to really not: PEOPLE ARE ALLOWED TO BREAK UP WITH THEIR SIGNIFICANT OTHER FOR ANY REASON! It doesn’t matter what EJ did in the past, Gina wasn’t happy in the direction their relationship was heading and decided to end it early to spare both of them further pain and she isn’t the bad guy for it.

#hsmtmts #gina porter #ej caswell #I’m so tired of fans babying EJ and acting like Gina and Ricky wronged him in some way and never acknowledging his own faults #you don’t have to like the portwell broke up but dang can you stop rewriting the show to fix your narrative of EJ being the tragic hero?#he’s a flawed teenager just like the rest of the cast #stop saying Gina needs to be the apologetic one and as to beg for his forgiveness when all she did was leave when she wasn’t happy #stop saying Ricky stole EJs gfs and stripping Gina and Nini of their autonomy and treating them like property #I promise you EJs gonna be fine that he and his hs gf of 2 months broke up and she moved on #rant over

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