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coopersmilkshake · 4 days

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Million Dollar Man (Ghoul Cooper Howard x wasteland reader)

Part One of Million Dollar Man

Summary: A girl born of the wastelands finds an unlikely partnership in a man who still follows a shadow of himself… And though being in love was in your cards, it wasn’t in his. But you know what they say, you don’t know what you have lost until it’s gone.

You were raised in the wastelands.

Used to the scorching heat of the sun, the lack of water and the bitter chill of the night air, but you weren’t miserable because you had them, your family. Wonderful and chaotic as they were. They were your home and gave you a reason to wake up. They were there until one day… They weren’t. Taken from you by the cruelty of the desert lands, by men who wore metal with a fake code of honor.

And for the first time in your life… You were alone.

You trudged through the sands, dragging your feet, face fallen and life barely clinging to your hollow shell. You felt as lost as the tumbleweeds that rolled from the warm breeze.

You thought you would be on your own forever and then suddenly you weren’t.

You haven’t know him for long, Cooper Howard he called himself. His radiating red skin and puppy eyes that could do some damage if he stared long enough. You didn’t even think he liked your company, as unannounced in his life as you were.

“You… You saved me.” The words came out in a form of confusion and awe. Your shirt was ripped down your shoulder and blood dripped from your nose, “Why?”

“You told him no, that’s word alone is enough sweetheart.” He replied and then he was gone, walking out of town, his spurs clicking with every step.

You followed after him with no thought and only the clinging feeling of hope in someone that wasn’t as cruel as the dessert.

“Why you followin me?” He never looked back, you never even realized he knew you were following him. You thought you were being careful. Apparently not.

“You’re a bounty hunter.” You spoke, not slowing down in your pace.

“Do you have work for me then?” He stopped walking and turned to face you.

Heat rose to your cheeks, “No but—“

He raised his non existent eyebrow, “Look here sweetheart, you look about one short dime away from kickin the bucket.” He stated as a matter of fact, “Why don’t you go die somewhere else.”

“I… I want you to mentor me.” You spoke quickly, “I want to be a bounty hunter like you.”

He laughed at that, a forced and gruff one as he shook his head at the absurd idea, “No.”

“Please—“ You pleaded, “I’m not a child. I can hold my own weight. And I’m good at scavenging for things. I can be useful to you.”

He cut you off with a scoff, “You’d do better as someone’s pretty wife. Now scram.”

“But—” You pulled out your last resort, “I have caps. You can have them all, please.” You held out a hefty bag of caps in his direction, “Please.” Your hope was dwindling but you refused to give up. You needed to learn how to be strong on your own and becoming a bounty hunter will help you do just that.

His defeated sigh gave you the answer that you needed.

And so never did scram, years later you were still clinging to him like a lost puppy. At least that was how he referred to you, a lost kicked puppy. A reckless and softhearted woman he spent most of his nights in bed with for the past three years.

“Your hat… Have you always had it?” You words were as soft as the low crackling of fire against the setting sun. You had stolen the cowboy’s hat hours ago and wore it proudly on your head. It was a feeling that you would take to your grave, but you thought wearing his precious hat meant that you belonged to him just as much as he belonged to you… You hoped at least.

Cooper grunted his answer, a short nod as he stoked the fire. You became a good bounty hunter with time, albeit a little clumsy and short sighted at most, you were a good shot and you watched his back. Something that he hasn’t had in over two hundred years.

You moved to sit in his lap in hopes to get his mind off of whatever he has be thinking about for the past hour, “It looks good on you.” That brought a smirk to his face, something that you inwardly congratulated yourself for, “But you would look good in anything… Or without.” You mumbled softly as you brushed your lips against his.

He pulled you closer by your waist and kissed you like a starving man in the dessert, something that he was very familiar with. As he kissed you, he took his hat back and placed it on his head.

You hummed happily as you pulled back from his intense kiss, “What are you thinking about cowboy?”

“Nothin you need to worry yourself with darlin.” He replied in the seductive drawl of his. It always had your knees shaking when he dropped his voice down a notch.

You hummed decided not to press him about it. He will tell you when he’s ready. Instead, you pressed light kisses all over his face, a perk that you have been able to get away with recently… Another win under your belt.

“Well, I have been doing some thinking recently.” You spoke lightly.

“That ain’t good.” He teased moving his lips to your neck.

“Oh hush.” You smacked his chest lightly causing him to grin.

“I’ve been thinking about your age and I think I figured it out.” You mused wrapping your arms around his neck and playing with the back of his collared shirt.

A soft chuckle left his lips as he pulled back and placed his hands on your hips, “Really now? And what did ya figure out darlin?”

“Your mannerisms gave it away over time.” You peered up at him with a smile, “You act tough and violent, but you weren’t raised that way.” You explained with a thoughtful look on your face, “It’s in your eyes really, they become soft when you think no one is watching you…” You held his cheek and gently traced his cheek bone with your thumb, “Your gentle and you still care about things, I would like to hope that would include me because you are all that I care about.” You chuckled as you moved your hands to the top button of his shirt, “I’ve never felt this way about anyone before until I met you all those years ago.”

You didn’t notice the way his head tilted down to hide his darkening expression, “But I am pretty confident in my deduction skills that you were here before the bombs. Before this place turned into a wasteland… I bet it was beautiful then with colors and life when there were such things as meadows…” You muttered as you traced your fingers lightly over the exposed skin on his chest. He didn’t speak up, but that was something you were used to. He was always the quiet one while you talked his ear off.

“Why I bet you were a million dollar man.” You joked with a lovesick smile, “But I hope one day that we could find a place like that to settle down.” You rant about the daydreams you’ve been having lately, “Maybe we could find and raise these birds I saw in a book about farms once… I think they were called chickens? I would love to live that life with you because I love you.” You giggled lightly in thought as you waited for him to speak, “But I’m right aren’t I? About your age?” You smiled waiting for him to join in on your little dreams.

You didn’t expect the rough shove that sent you crashing into the ground beside him. Your head had hit against one of the stones on the ground cause you to gasp in pain as you stared up at the stars confused and hurt. Had you gone too far? Did you offend him somehow?

“Coop?” Your head spun as you carefully looked towards him, “I… Didn’t… I’m sorry.”

“What are you doing?” He asked, his accent twinged with a hint of disgust.

You flinched at his harsh tone. You slowly sat up and rubbed rubbed the back of your head, “What?”

“You really thought it was a good idea to spill all that shit onto me?” He scoffed.

“I don’t understand? It was just a thought… We don’t have to raise chickens…” You spoke timidly wondering if he may have had a farm in his life before…

“It’s not about the damn chickens!” His voice boomed and you sucked in a breathe.

You felt lost, not sure where everything had went wrong. He was fine just a second ago, “Did I… Say something wrong? I know we haven’t verbally said I love you, but we’ve been together for so long, I just couldn’t help but say it because I—”

You yelped as he dragged you to him by the ankle. He was on you in an instant, hovering over you as he wrapped his large hands around your throat and squeezed. You couldn’t take your eyes off of the way he looked at you with such anger. You had seen this look before to others, but never you.

“You don’t love me sweetheart.” He sneered, “And I sure as hell don’t love you.”

Well that hurt… More than you cared to admit to yourself.

“But— I do love you—” You gasped out as you struggled in his grip, “I would do anything for you… and I know you love me too! You wouldn’t fuck me if you didn’t!”

His snarky laugh made your stomach turn with unease and dread, “Honey I’ve fucked a whole lotta women for less.” He tightened his grip around your throat with a sneer, “You don’t know me.”

You clawed at his wrists as he squeezed tighter, restricting you from air, “Loved— Three years— I kno— you.”

His voice grew darker as he spoke, “You really expect me to care for you sweetheart? Settle down with what… You? To live some fucking fairytale farm life with a bunch of chickens?”

“Y-yes?” Tears sprung to your eyes at his hurtful words, “I love you.” You gasped out again trying to convince him of your truth, “Cooper please—” But he wasn’t listening to you.

You felt yourself begin to fade and a red blearing flight began to set off in your brain as you kicked him as hard as you could.

That seemed to work as he fell off of you and you sat up gasping for air as tears streamed down your face. You didn’t get much of a chance to collect yourself before he was lunging at you again with a knife gripped firmly in his hand.

Your eyes widened as you turned and tried to move, struggling to get up. Your hands clawed at the sand to get away from him, but tripping over yourself did nothing to stop the knife tearing into your leg. Your scream echoed into the dessert as you curled up into yourself when you felt him hover over you. You didn’t know what stopped him from tearing into your neck like an unhinged ghoul. Maybe it was your scream, or the tears, or the way you shook in fear. Something made him stop, something that had him hover over you as his hot breath hid your skin. It was a silent pause before he spoke.

“I have spent two hundred years looking for my family…” He admitted to you for the first time, it made your heart stop beating in your chest, “For my wife… And not even you will keep me from that.” He muttered lowly and you could feel your entire world around you fall to pieces with him, “I did want to raise chicken once.”

You hated the way he laughed at the thought, it felt cruel.

“Live my life on a farm with my daughter… With her… Not you.” He pushed himself off of you, his back turned towards the fire.

That broke you.

There was a pause that made you wish he would just end your misery now, kill you so you wouldn’t have to feel this pain any longer. You couldn’t bear the pain he was feeding you, you didn’t want to.

“You’re not her.” He spoke quietly with words that tore into your heart in two, worse than what the knife embedded in your skin had done, “And you never will be.”

You didn’t move as he got up and walked away. Your eyes just squeezed shut to avoid seeing the disgusted look he gave you earlier, a look that you never tho if he you would see on a man who you thought loved you as well... You felt… Empty. As if a part of you was ripped from your body and burned in front of your eyes. Everything you were breathed Cooper Howard and he didn’t even…

It was silent for the next hour except for the dying crackling of the fire and your sniffles as you cried. Blood flowed from your leg leaving you lightheaded with each passing minute and you knew he wouldn’t think to take care of it. Why would he? He was the one stabbed you… You never imagined that he would… Yes he was cruel and down right hideous to others, but never to you… Never like that. The feeling made you want to throw up. Your mama’s words echoed loudly in your ear like a bell. Never trust a shadow of a man.

You sat up slowly, flinching from the pain as you assessed your wound. Cooper was lying across from you, his back turned from you. He wasn’t moving and you were scared to make any more noise in case it would set him off. You took the collar of your shirt and bit down on it as you gripped the handle. You winced, groaning in pain as you swiftly tugged the knife out. It hurt, but not as much as your heart did as you struggled to clean and stitch up your wound on your own.

You had only ever tended to superficial wounds your siblings would get when they were alive, but never on yourself… Cooper always did that for you…

Your hands shook from the shocks of pain rippling through your body, but it was the last stitch that had your eyes rolling back as you hit the ground, darkness consuming your vision as you faded into a state nothing.

You never felt the faint feeling of a hand pressing gently against your leg.

#cooper howard #cooper howard x reader #cooper howard x you #fallout tv series #fallout fanfic #fallout #the ghoul #the ghoul x reader #cooper howard angst #cooper howard x reader angst

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foone · 5 months

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Two cowboys are staring each other down in the middle of town. Everyone's silent. A tumbleweed rolls past. One of them grits his teeth and spits.

"go ahead, milk my day"

You may have misunderstood what I meant by "cowboy"

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swearingcactus · 3 months

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little guy v the typa guy to spot a tumbleweed rolling past panam and go "is this guy bothering you queen" before getting tangled up with said tumbleweed

tumbleweed no contest

#you are goddamn right snail #lil guy v

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dubbedcorn · 1 year

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When Shen Yuan wakes up in the world of PIDW as Gongyi Xiao, he expects to have it easy. Sure, he gets cuckolded by Luo Binghe, booted out of Huan Hua Palace, and sentenced to a desolate life at the tumbleweed-blowing borders but it's all a matter of perspective!

Shen Yuan, frankly, can't wait for his early retirement. He just has to wait for Luo Binghe's arrival, and obediently roll out of his way.

What he doesn't expect is the little chain of dominoes he'll set off in his wake: Xiao Gongzhu, the unfortunate wife who only has a sobriquet to her name.

The snakes that Shen Yuan frequently spies leaving him flowers by his window.

Gongyi Xiao, the Huan Hua pride himself, who seems to have a darker past than the novel painted him for.

And Luo Binghe, who comes to Huan Hua, unafraid to use anyone and anything as a stepping stone for his revenge.

I'm completely in love with the fic Blackened Lotus Yellow Peony by KetchupOnRice!! I just HAD to draw something. Shen Yuan as Gongyi Xiao is so good!!

#svsss #luo binghe #shen yuan #bingyuan #bingqiu #....kinda?#mxtx #scribbles

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frikatilhi · 5 months

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Saw your tag "feels like bojere bitches are in the minority" and I wonder if BoJere era is ... over?

I've been having some sort of feelings since reading the transcript of the Urheilucast podcast yesterday. Jere said that last year was hard because he had to be Käärijä all the time and no one was interested in Jere /or something like that.

I always felt like Bojan was his safe place where he could be Jere. Be himself. But he didn't even acknowledge that or mention Bojan. I'm happy for Jere to have new boyfriends and to get spanked to his heart's content but...

I feel like a traitor for saying this: is this the BoJere divorce?

What can we BoJere girlies (gn) hope for on 3rd March now?

Oh dear, this feels a bit above my pay grade maybe but I guess I have brought this on myself?

First of all, that was not my tag but someone's reblog, but sure, bojere girlies are probably the minority nowadays, but also, isn't that pretty natural? And also probably not a big deal? And does it matter? The whole point of the support group is that there are few of us left, our crops are dying, we are in a desert watching some sad tumbleweeds rolling around and clinging to each other, endlessly rehashing past events... *cue single tear*

I didn't think anything of Jere not mentioning Bojan in the podcast? That was really not the topic? Both of them have said multiple times that Bojan really helped Jere out in Liverpool. Also Jere probably has many people he can be just Jere around, and he didn't mention any of them either, not his family or closest friends, so I'm not sure why he would have gone out of his way to mention Bojan here.

It is very natural that we are not getting much content nowadays, nor do I think we are entitled to it. They have stated that they keep in touch and are important to each other. It doesn't mean that they are going to showcase their every interaction for our entertainment? It doesn't mean "divorce", it means... nothing at all? Because we can't really make any assumptions about them? They might even have talked about not making a big deal out of themselves publicly anymore, who knows?

As for March, it might very well be that we don't get any content then. But that was what I said before Nordic Tour as well, so we'll see, maybe it'll be another insane three days that sustains us for months to come? Point is, it's up to them and not seeing anything publicly doesn't really mean that they are not friends.

I don't know if I make any sense, and I don't mean to dunk on you, but I don't think it's that deep? We're all just trying to have a little fun and maybe make some friends in the process.

#ask #sad bojere bitches support group #you will never catch me pitching different ships against each other #we have lived in harmony all this time so let's keep it that way #everyone has two hands etc etc #also we have been blessed with so much content #let's not get spoiled or entitled #this is a joyous day in the JO fandom #let's not ruin it

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ceresfromnationstates · 2 months

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I'm still working on other character refs in my free time, but I have come to bring to you this Mini-Calvin from some time ago.

*Tumbleweed rolls past*

#the henry stickmin collection #henry stickmin collection #thsc #thsc fanart #henry stickmin fanart #thsc oc #oc art #calvin perez #thsc calvin perez #ceres hath spoken

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rhaenys-queenofkhyrulzz · 12 days

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How mctna characters would react if they saw their AO3 tag

Hwi: *sees the fix-it fics* check it out Seon-ho-ya we're together in some of these!

Bang-won: *looks tenderly at the BangHwi fics* this is my country

Hui-jae: *tumbleweed rolls past*

Seon-ho: Why does everyone want to fuck me/fuck me over???

#mctna #mctna incorrect quotes #my country the new age #seo hwi #yi bang won #han hui jae #nam seon ho #Seon-ho bb it's cuz you're pretty when you cry

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twst-drabbles · 2 years

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Floyd and Jade 3

Summary: Jade and Floyd are fighting again, rolling around the sand while you sit by the steps, watching them. You donned on your leather gloves, ready to throw them out into the sea to continue their fight when they suddenly gain their bigger forms.

(meant to write yesterday, but the internet went out so that didn’t happen.)

There they go again.

Two squirming and shrieking little eels rolled from the edge of the barrier keeping your air safe, wrapped around one another as they attempt to choke the fight out of each other. They tumbled about, like a tumbleweed as they went right over your foot, not at all noticing you as they continued to yell in their own tongue.

You honestly have no clue what they’re arguing about this time, but you just know it’s not anything serious. Sure, Jade is slapping Floyd’s face with his tail while the other tried to squeeze him, but the absolute rabid grins they have only told you they’re expending excess energy that just exploded out.

The near ear piercing shrills they’re making may sound vicious, but there’s not much to worry with them, besides being rather annoying.

…okay you’re actually incredibly annoyed. This was the fourth fight they’re having these past three days, and it’s in the middle of the night. Sure, you didn’t actually go to bed cause insomnia has you in a tight grip, but that doesn’t mean your head isn’t giving you pulses of a future headache.

You loudly sighed and grunted in annoyance when they didn’t acknowledge you. You got up, fished out your leather gloves you usually kept on your chair, and stormed to the writhing, noisy ball.

You slipped on your gloves and grabbed them the same way Vargas grabbed writhing river fish then wretched them apart. Again, they didn’t turn to you, they continued with their shrieks and chirps, Floyd flapping in your grip while Jade stretched his arms, trying to claw at Floyd.

“I’m done…” you whispered to no one. You walked to the barrier holding back the dark waters of the sea. “If you’re going to fight, do it out there.”

You reel back, ready to toss them right in there when suddenly they launched out of your hands. “What—!”

And then, you were crushed flat. Right under two long, large and slimy bodies.

“Huh?” you managed to hear Floyd say, “Ah, why are you so small all of a sudden? Ha, you look weird, crushed up like that.”

“…get off…” you’re suffocating here. You’ll congratulate them later when you’re head is in a clearer place.

“Ho?” You felt shifting above you with the voice telling you it’s Jade. He’s entirely too amused. “What was that, Caretaker?”

You didn’t bother repeating yourself, you know Jade just wanted an annoyed response. Might as well make them think you’re passed out or something.

…

At this rate you might actually pass out. You and your stubborn pride.

“Jade? I think they’re dying.”

“Indeed Floyd. Let’s get off and let them breathe.”

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst-drabbles #twst-drabbles exclusive #drabble #octavinelle #jade #jade leech #floyd #floyd leech #sanctuary au #reader insert

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