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vibing with all the interaction I’m getting on new ficlets.. but oh god I need to have the moderation comments on permanently on ao3
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Dipping my toe into fandom talk for a moment…
but I feel like I haven’t seen anyone really talking about the fact that the ghoul took all of the blame for the super duper mart onto himself.
He never once let on that there had been anyone else involved and it would have been so, so easy for him to shift the little dumbass “governmint” attention to her. Obviously she’d just saved his sanity so it would have been a dick move, but a totally valid one from a pure self interest perspective. It also was during that whole conversation that he makes the decision to sew her finger on.
Not sure where I’m going with this but I can’t stop thinking about the fact that he basically ensured that no one else knew she had been there. It struck me as significant.
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Hunger
The Ghoul takes a moment to adjust the bandolier on his shoulder, then his fingers brushing against the cool metal of the shotgun before he straightens up and heads towards the back room. He navigates the bar like he owns the place.
He’s wasted enough time, she should be back.
The door to room 3 is slightly ajar, and he can hear the soft hum of a radio and the rustling of fabric coming from inside. He pushes the door open, and Lucy's eyes lock onto his.
She's changed into something a little more... enticing, her curves accentuated by a tight dress, the shade of blue makes him sick but he can’t deny she’s beautiful in it. His gaze rakes over her, taking in every little detail.
The wooden floor creaks under his boots as he approaches.
“W-what are you doing here?” Her hands automatically go up to cover herself, despite being dressed. Although far less than the last time he saw her, “You can’t be back here, I have a client coming-“
He chuckles, low and husky, as he shuts the door behind himself. "Ah, sweetie, you're so cute when you're trying to play hard to get," He says, eyes subtly roaming over her body. "You don't need to worry about any clients coming, sweetheart. I've got a premium on my time with you." He pulls out the card the bartender gave him, winking at her.
“..you’re the one who-?” She sits on the edge of the desk, flushing brightly. “What do you want? What bounty am I worth now?”
He snorts, a low, raspy sound. "Oh, darlin', you're worth so much more than just caps to me," He says, "You're worth my time, my attention... and maybe even my protection." He takes another step closer, eyes locked on hers. "Let's just say, I've got a certain... interest in you, Lucy Maclean."
A slow, provocative smile spreads across his face as he reaches out, gloved fingers brushing against the edge of her dress.
Her eyes widen, watching as he gets closer. “..why? I have nothing else to give you. We.. we already had our ‘exchange’, didn’t we?” She gestures to him with her newly acquired finger. ”What else do you want to take from me?”
He chuckles, low and menacing. "Oh, darlin', you'd be surprised what I want to take from you," He rasps, "I'm not just looking for caps or information. I'm looking for something a little more... personal." He leans in closer, his breath hot against her ear. "I'm looking for a little taste of heaven, Lucy. And I think you're the perfect place to start."
A slow, deliberate kiss is pressed against the side of her neck, just above her clavicle.
She gasps, her hand going to his chest, curling into the collar of his shirt. The heat of his mouth went directly to her core, a small fire burning within her.
He takes advantage of her reaction, his marled lips tracing a path up her neck to the curve of her ear. "Oh, yeah, sweetheart," He whispers, voice husky with desire. "You're makin' me so damn hungry." His hand wraps around her wrist, holding it in place as he continues to kiss and nibble at her skin.
His free hand starts to caress the curve of her hip, fingers dancing across the fabric of her dress.
Her small hand touches his cheek, softly letting her thumb swirl a soothing pattern. She can feel her body getting hotter with arousal, and she’s frightened by how turned on she’s getting.
He pauses the assault on her skin, hazel eyes flicking up to hers as he feels her hand on his cheek. His gaze burns with a mixture of lust and amusement as he smiles lazily.
His thumb strokes against the side of her hand, his touch light and gentle as he draws her hand away from his face, his fingers intertwining with hers.
“Can I please have your name?” she murmurs out of nowhere, “I don’t want to just call you Mr Ghoul..”
He chuckles low in his throat, eyes glinting with amusement. "Ah, darlin', you want to know my name, huh?" He contemplates, then sighs, "Well, I reckon it's only fitting you should know the man who's goin' to... take care of you." He pauses, gaze burning into hers. "My name's Cooper Howard, sweetheart. But you can call me Coop, if you want. Just.. keep that between us, huh? Don’t need to world knowing my business."
Her whole body twitches against him, “W-wait.. like.. like… you’re THE Cooper Howard?”
He laughs, the sound low and menacing. "The one and only, sweetheart," He drawls, grip on her hand tightening as I press myself closer to her. "The Ghoul of the Wasteland, the man they whisper about in hushed tones around campfires as little ghost stories... that's me."
He tilts his head, eyes locked on hers as he speak in a tone that sends shivers down her spine. "And you're thinkin' it's weird that the infamous Cooper Howard is holdin' your hand and makin' you all hot and bothered?"*
She downright squeaks. “I..I had such a huge crush on you when I was younger.. I watched your movies in the vault- Oh gosh!”
He lets out a low, husky laugh, the sound sending vibrations through his chest as he tightened his grip on her hand. "Ah, darlin', you're makin' an old man blush.”
He pulls her closer, his face inches from hers as he whispers, "And what do you mean, 'had a crush'? You still got a thing for me, don't you, sweetheart?"
She flushes, her eyes darting away from him. His voice was doing things to her.
He chuckles low in his throat, hazel eyes never leaving hers as he presses his advantage. "Aww, come on, darlin', don't be shy," His voice softened to a gentle tease.
He reach out with his free hand, fingers tracing the curve of her jawline as he draws her gaze back to his own . "You know you want to talk about this... and maybe do something about it?"
She melts into his touch, her eyes shining up at him.
He smiles, eyes glinting with satisfaction as he leans in closer, breath whispering against her ear. "That's it, sweetheart... give in to your desires.”
He tightens his grip on her hand, fingers intertwining with hers as he pulls her closer, their bodies almost touching. "You know you're wantin' this... and I'm more than happy to oblige.”
“You.. did pay for a service, Cooper.” She blushes even brighter, “I.. I have a room next door if you want to be more private.”
He raises a nonexistent eyebrow, a slow smile spreading across his face as he teases her. "Oh, darlin', you're thinkin' I'm just here for the service, huh?"
He leans in closer, voice taking on a sly, seductive tone. "Let me tell you somethin', sweetheart... I've got more interest in you than just gettin' my rocks off.. But I gotta admit, the thought of bein' alone with you in that room is mighty temptin'..."
That piqued her interest, “What else did you want then?”
He chuckles, eyes crinkling at the corners as I lean in closer. "Well, darlin', I've got a proposition for you. One that's gonna make you a whole lot richer... and maybe even give us both a little something special."
"You see, I've got a little problem. A certain... taste that I just can't seem to shake. And I think I know just the person who might be able to help me out."
Her head tilts to the side slightly, edging him to go on. Curiosity twinkling on her face.
He smiles, a slow, sly grin spreading across his face. "Let's just say... I've got a certain fascination with the more... exotic flavors in life. And I think you might just be the one to satisfy my cravings, darlin'."
“You’re not eating me, Cooper.”
He laughs, a low, rough sound that sends a shiver down her spine. "Oh, no, sweetheart... I'm not lookin' to make a meal out of you just yet.”
He reaches up and gently pushes a strand of hair behind her ear, fingers brushing against her skin. "I've got something else in mind... something a lot more fun."
#ghoulcy#vaultghoul#the ghoul#lucy maclean#cooper howard#ghoulcy ficlet#what happens after this? who knows!#what was cooper offering her? ALSO who knows!#is it an AU? a little bit of divergency#(don’t look at me I’m innocent)
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Walton Goggins explaining this shot of him as The Ghoul in a Diamond mine-
“It looks like I’m trying to look cool and all but Im not.” 🤣 you sir are a national treasure. His humor and down-to-earth charisma just does it for me.
He is perfectly casted as the Ghoul aka Cooper Howard!!
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Hope Lucy goes a little feral over something next season and even The Ghoul stands there and stares at her like 👀
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Their first night together
It had been about 10 minutes since Travis went to take a shower.
Sitting on the sofa in the living room illuminated by a faint orange glow, Laura gripped the hem of her pajamas. The coffee they had after dinner still sat untouched on the coffee table in front of her. But she had no intention of touching it now.
Travis always took quick showers. He would be out soon.
Her heart was racing, and she felt a dryness in her throat. The standing lamp next to the sofa illuminated her profile, and she could feel the heat rising in her cheeks, but she knew that wasn't the only reason.
This wasn't Laura's first experience with a man. She had been with Max before, and even before him, Laura had managed quite well. She wasn't inexperienced like a clueless virgin, and she believed she knew how to please her partner while also enjoying herself.
So why was she feeling so nervous now?
The ticking of the clock on the wall echoed loudly in her ears. Soon, Travis would finish his shower and come here. Then she would be enveloped in his warm, clean scent, bury her face in the soap-scented nape of his neck, and feel his rough hands pull up her pajamas to caress her back—
Feeling a warmth pulsating in her lower abdomen, Laura released the hem of her pajamas. She rubbed her hands against the thin pink cloth, moistened with sweat.
"Laura."
Startled by the sudden voice from behind, she turned around almost jumping. Travis, wrapped in a black sweatshirt, steam rising from his warm body, stood there looking somewhat lost.
She wasn't the only one feeling nervous.
She let out a small sigh of relief, hoping Travis wouldn't notice. Under his uncertain gaze, Laura smirked mischievously and smiled.
The night was still young.
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controversial but if you are going to give that man a happy trail, might as well give him some chest hair. some armpit hair. arm hair. leg hair
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captain kirk was allowed out of his enclosure today for some much needed enrichment!!! look at him go!
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