My name is Chalky, 30+, she/her, and a hobby writer. I used to do roleplay in a few communities but found myself wanting to write stories.
I'm not sure where I will go, I know what fandoms I like, what ships I like, and so on but, if for some reason you want to request something, my ask is open and it could spark something, who knows.
I am currently going back to school so that it my priority.
For ships and fandoms I do write for, I won't accept any hate or intolerance, I've been around a while and I just don't have the time or patience for any of that. It's simple, as it was when I was younger, if you don't like it, don't read it. Anything aside from constructive criticism will be blocked and deleted.
I look forward to people reading my garbage ramblings!
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may or may not be writing a fic about l3on having bad experiences with bjs and he won't let gac3 give him one but she wants to because there are lack of fics with that girl literally blowing this mans mind
I am once again here to remind yall, given the recent haters in the tags, that I have a Kennecroft discord server with nearly 50 members (i should probably get some mods soon 🫠🫠)
Yesterday we had a VC that went on for over 12 hours with a combination of my RE4R playthrough, Delta's (the author of Polaroid) run of Leon Must Die Forever as well as movie night of RE: Damnation.
We do ask you be over to join 21 but minimum is 18 if that isn't possible. We have people of all ages in the server as well as artists and authors.
You have to DM me for the link cause I ain't posting that here.
Re: the bacon ask. I just had a fantastic idea! Fellow writers, if you ever write Kennecroft having breakfast, let them eat cake bacon. 😈😈😈 Doesn't need to be breakfast. Second breakfast. Lunch. Dinner. Just let it be bacon mwahahahahha
So I had this thought this morning but I wish that Grace, after she fell in the pool of blood in game, looked more like Grace in "Ready or Not"
Like, she still looked so clean after that. Not to mention all the zombies sbe exploded. Her shirt should not have been white and neither should her hair. It would have been a nice touch but I understand why it maybe have been difficult .
While I ship ghoulcy I enjoy aspects of all ships.
I like the almost picturesque romance of Vaultknight
I like the complicated marriage of CoopBarb, the in this together for each other but also Janey
Then there is the fun shipping of DaneMax or Thaddimus
Also CoopHouse cause why the hell not?
Ghoulcy is like mirrors of each other, like Ghooper is looking at his past self when he sees Lucy.
I grew up in the early age of fandom where it didn't matter if it was canon, would/could be canon, we shipped it whether it was a canoe or a full blown cruise ship.
Canon was used as a jumping off point for fanart/fanfic and that's the best part of fandom.
ghoulcy fic idea 02: as someone who grew up with the mummy/mummy returns i desperately want a scene like the one in the mummy returns where evie is stabbed by anck-su-namun and rick holds her while she passes. that but with lucy and the ghoul and have hank be the one to do it in a 'if i can't have my daughter no one can' moment. obviously lucy'd live but you'd still have that tense moment.
Summary: After turning Lucy over to her father, Cooper regrets his decision and makes plans to break into Henry's hidey-hole to save her. When they find each other again, it's not quite the reunion either had in mind.
Getting into the Vault-Tech facility was not an easy task, but anything worth doing rarely is. Granted, the help of tin-can and shoulder mouth was a vast advantage over doing it alone. When the pain of being impaled on a pole had subsided, the guilt and remorse set in. Not to say it hadn't been there from the start, the moment he set foot in the Wrangler. The whiskey should have dulled his senses, made the betrayal (as much as his mind screamed there was no other option, that's what it was) to the only person in the last two centuries to show kindness somewhat tolerable. Being stuck on that pole for a day and night wasn't enough pain to erase the hurt from Lucy's face, the only person who met the faux image he once held of Barb. Another sight that would be stuck with him for the rest of his days, however long that would be.
That moment just before, when he gently rubbed her back as she rid her body of the drugs tainting it, that was for him. Even through the leather of his gloves and the cloth of her vault suite, it was the softest human contact he'd allowed himself since. . . well, since Barb. A few mere seconds, but it was enough. Cooper believed that once this had passed, he would never see Lucy again. Giving her over to Henry was marking the poor girl for death or something worse than that.
Then, to stand there and lie, saying she was bait and nothing more, was the hardest performance of his career. Allowing himself to use her name (no Miss MacLean, no Miss Lucy, no Vaultie, just Lucy), for once, and it’s the moment he destroys everything they built together. Why does it feel as though everything good that comes along goes up in smoke? First, Barb has a hand in the end of the world, now having no choice but to hand over Lucy if he wants Janey safe and sound. It always seems like the odds are against him.
While the others dealt with Henry’s cronies, Cooper continued on with his personal mission. It was eerie, the desolate halls more terrifying than the surface itself. The pristine walls and crisp windows, almost possible to pretend the bombs never dropped. The floors seemed endless, the stairs just going higher, with each one leading to disappointment. No Lucy. She had to be there; Henry wouldn’t have been able to get her back to 33, wouldn’t risk it. Not when he already had his daughter back in arm's reach.
The soft intake of air echoed off the walls, making Cooper spin on a heel, his own weapon drawn and ready to fire. For the first time since his early military career, he faltered, a slight tremor through his hand at the sight before him. Mouth dry, Cooper’s brain at first failing to form words before a name finally came together.
“Lucy?”
Waking up in what seemed like Vault 33 made the previous weeks appear like a fever dream. If it wasn’t for the grey finger on her right, she would have almost fallen for it. ‘An honest exchange’, Lucy couldn’t help but scoff at the memory, even if tears burned her eyes just a little bit. Deep down, his tone and voice, ‘I brought you here to bargain with’, it wasn’t entirely true. Refused to believe it was. Maybe it had been, once upon a time, but you couldn’t fake the genuine joy he had while watching her take out a horde of ferals high on buffout. Say what you will, but that moment was real. His hand on her back, the comfort, something he didn’t have to do. Someone cruel, someone using her as a means to an end, they wouldn’t do that. He wanted his family, yes, but that didn’t mean he wanted to give her up either.
A yellow dress hung on a mannequin, pre-war fashion, beautiful like nothing she’d ever seen. It was obvious what her father wanted. As much as it hurt, Lucy knew she’d have to play Hank’s game if there was any chance of getting free. So if he wanted to play, she’d play. His little sugar bomb. Perfect daughter Lucy, who could do no wrong. Everything he thought she was, wanted her to be. Okey-fucking-dokey.
Having the time to actually get clean, truly clean, gave Lucy time to think. Standing beneath the warm running water allowed the events of the previous weeks to play like a film behind her eyelids. It wasn’t perfect, far from it, actually. All of it, however, had been her choices, good or bad. No Vault-Tec looming overhead, micromanaging every little choice she made.
The shop patron's question still rang in her head, now more than ever. ‘Who are you?’ The thought gave Lucy pause mid-clean, staring blankly ahead at the tile wall. Everything played out in front of her, not just the surface but the vault as well. Her mother, brother, Max, and the Ghoul. ‘I don’t even know his name.’
That stung a bit. Weeks together, both seeing each other at their worst, he never told her his name. It was understandable, too close to the chest. Still, it would have been. . . something. That didn’t matter now. Didn’t answer the question of who she was. No longer a vault dweller, never able to go back. Not knowing the truth. What her father had done, what Vault-Tec had done. Squaring her shoulders, head held high, as though looking someone in the eye, her voice strongly stated, “I’m Lucy. Just Lucy.”
It was hard to deny that the dress was beautiful, though odd how perfectly it fit. Did someone take her measurements while she was unconscious? The idea made Lucy attempt to cover up with her arms, a pointless gesture. What’s done was done. Pip-boy back on her wrist, she stood tall before heading out into the unknown. This wasn’t a vault, more like a factory of some kind. At least that was how it appeared, similar to those she’d seen in books. The hallways were a maze, interconnecting and hard to differentiate from one another. Another test, another hurdle to jump in the never-ending journey towards her father.
“Sugar bomb.”
The name that used to bring comfort now sent a chill down her spine. Turning, not knowing what to expect, seeing her father in a three-piece suit was not what she predicted.
“Dad,” the word was said as if it left a foul taste in her mouth.
Hank smiled, closing the distance between them, hands outstretched in a gesture of awe, “You look even more beautiful than your mother when we got married.”
Lucy grimaced, a sour feeling deep in her stomach, “My mother you dropped a bomb on along with hundreds of other innocent people?”
The mask fell briefly before falling back into place. “She wasn’t your mother at that point anymore.”
It still stung, always would most likely, but she wasn’t here to fight the past. No, it was time to face the future. “Where are they?”
“Where are who?”
“His wife and daughter. The ones whose safety you threatened to force his hand.”
“I didn’t force him to do anything, Sugar bomb. He was using you the whole time; it’s what people like him do. People on the surface.”
“You don’t know him!”
A wry smile crossed Hank’s face, “Oh, I know him far better than you do. What kind of man he really is, or was, should I say.” When he grasped her hand, Lucy couldn’t help but flinch, though Hank made no comment. “Let me show you something.”
Barbara Howard
Janey Howard
She couldn’t see through the frosted glass, but the names stared back at her like a neon sign. Her father was the biggest Cooper Howard fan, shared all the old films in the vaults storage, as well as his own personal trivia. One of which was the actor’s wife and daughter, whose names matched the ones glaring at her. ‘He used to pick up my wife’s dry cleaning.’ Lucy wasn’t stupid, could put two and two together. The man she’d been traveling with for weeks was the Cooper Howard.
“An American Hero, movie star, family man, a spot in one of the prime vaults. He had it all, only to throw it away, and for what? To save people who didn’t deserve to be saved? People who would only further corrupt the world because they thought they could control it better?” He huffed a dry laugh, “He was a fool, Lucy. Barb found that out in the end.”
The small bubbling rage wormed its way up her throat, “No, he wasn’t.” Turning to face her father, who was standing near a disassembled pod, she met his gaze with a fury like no other. “You are the fool, and a coward. If what you say is true, he did the right thing for the right reasons. Millions of people didn’t deserve to die, all because Vault-Tec wanted control, or any other company for that matter. Sure, there are bad people out there, but there are good people, too. There always has been and always will be. You can’t change that by blowing everything up.”
A deep frown fell on Hank’s face. “Lucy, you are my daughter, and I love you, but I won’t stand for this kind of disobedience from you.”
“I’m not your daughter. I’m my mother’s daughter, my brother’s sister. I’m just Lucy. You can’t control me anymore.”
The silence was chilling, feeling like hours but lasting only a few seconds before it was broken by the sound of metal hitting flesh. Hank had grabbed a piece from the disassembled pod and hit Lucy over the head with it. Her body crumpled to the floor like a rag doll, no sound of pain or surprise, just her hitting the ground. World spinning, ears ringing, forcing everything to come back into focus because she knew staying down wasn’t an option. Hank’s voice echoed, but words didn’t register, not that it mattered anymore. If she didn’t see him as her father before, sure as hell didn’t know. Light glinted off a piece of metal discarded on the floor, scrap from another pod, just within reach. Once enough of her senses had returned, Lucy quickly snags it, swiftly knocking Hank's leg out from under him. Unlike her own fall, his was louder, a yelp of pain accompanying his knee hitting the ground hard. Aiming to knock him out with the next blow, arms raised high for the impact, she didn’t notice him grab something else. Suddenly, there was a sharp burning pain in her leg, stealing air from her lungs.
“You know how much I hate to hurt you, Sugar Bomb. The surface dwellers have tainted you, but don’t worry. I have something that will get you right as rain. Make you forget everything that happened.”
Though limping, Hank was able to slowly walk away, leaving the cryogenic room altogether. Whenever Lucy attempted to stand, the pain just worsened, causing her to stumble. Who knew what he planned to do to make that happen, but she wasn’t about to find out. No, this was ending, here and now.
Cooper's arm dropped to his side as he took her in. The dress was new, or had been but was not splattered with blood. If she had shoes, they’d been lost along the way. Bare feet weren’t his concern. No, it was the blood covering her left leg, leaving a faint trail in her wake. Then there was the bruise blooming on the right side of Lucy’s face, too large for a fist and bleeding as well. A myriad of scratches and other bruises marred her skin as well, along with a red ring around her neck. His blood boiled, knowing full well Henry was the cause, but before he could even get a word out, her voice softly gasped one word into the space between them.
“Cooper.”
A sharp inhale. How long had it been since someone else said his name? Since someone knew who he was? Cooper didn’t know how Lucy found out, quite frankly, didn’t care. What did matter was her form slowly sliding down the wall; whatever adrenaline had been pumping had run out, and she was crashing, hard. The distance between them was closed in a few long strides, gloved hands under smooth arms, easily keeping her from fully meeting the floor. The leg wound wasn’t life-threatening, but needed to be tended to sooner rather than later. They hadn’t exactly been fine dining before, and she wasn’t in the best shape. Grabbing the knife from his boot, Cooper cut a piece off the skirt; it was clean enough. Nothing to clean it with, that was something for later. She hissed when he tightly wrapped the fabric around the wound.
“Bet that hurts like hell, huh?” Neatly tying off the fabric, gloved hand gently brushed brunette strands away from her face, getting a better look at the nasty bruise darkening there. Other hand held her face steady, making their eyes meet, “To a big ol’ knock to the head too. If ya ain’t concussed, be surprised as hell.” Her eyes were out of focus; it felt like she was underwater. Words were coming in, but seconds after they were said rather than instantly.
Lucy startled at the feeling of leather grazing her throat before realising it was just Cooper checking the marks. Her own hand shakily came up to grasp his, words getting stuck before choking out, “They’re here.”
Browbone raised in confusion, “Henry? I figured as much. He do this to ya? Hope ya got yer licks in ‘cause I ain’t missing this time.”
She started shaking her head, but quickly realised that was a horrible mistake. “Janey.”
It felt like he'd been punched with the powerfist all over again, hearing his little girl's name for the first time in two centuries besides in his own thoughts. Aloud, it felt real, attainable. That it was so close after all this time. It felt too good to be true. "How ya-?"
"I saw them. Their pods." She was out of breath, as if travelling miles to get to this point rather than hundreds of feet. It was clearly too much to even sit upright, letting all her weight rest against the wall.
"Lucy," her name still felt foreign in his mouth, just straightforward without the safety of nicknames. "ya probably seeing things. Mighta passed out afta being hit."
"I know what I saw." Oh, little killer still had bite.
"A'ight then. Show me."
Truthfully, she was lighter than he anticipated, having to carry her back along the path she had come. Even lighter than when the Legion had her up on the cross for a few days. That wouldn't do, once again, a problem for the future. The very near future. A placard labelled CRYOGENICS hung by the entrance of the lab. He could see the trail of blood that led to where they once were, but also the fallen body of one Henry MacLean. Cooper said nothing, looking down at the lifeless form with a harsh glare. The man, if he could be even called that, deserved a much more drawn-out and painful death, given his hand in everything. Perhaps his days ending at the hand of his own daughter was fitting enough. Placing Lucy gently on the ground, Cooper strode over to the only unopened pods left in the room, breath catching at the names staring back at him. It hadn’t been a hallucination in her concussed mind; they were really there.
“Saw the name. Put two and two together.” The concussion made her speech slurred, as if drunk. He didn’t need a further explanation of her words, knew what she meant. Who he really was, a past held too close to the chest. All the science and tech were far above his abilities, too big a risk to even try. One button could open the pod, but that same button could cut off life support. Once again, so close and yet so far.
“I....I know I shouldn’t ask this of ya, given everything,” He turned to face her, “ya think you’d be able to open these?”
She didn’t look angry, didn’t laugh in his face at the suggestion. No, Lucy just looked tired. Not that he could blame her. Been through the ringer she had. He didn’t know what she’d say, but nothing could have prepared him for what actually came out of her mouth. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
Cooper blinked, “About who I am?”
“About trading me to my father.”
That was definitely not where he thought this conversation was going. “Lucy-”
“Did you not trust me? Think I couldn’t play along? Or did you really want to get rid of me?”
“Now ya know yer daddy didn’t give me any other choice.”
“Didn’t he? If you had just trusted me, we could have done this together. As a team.” Leaning back against the cool concrete, she allowed her eyes to linger on a blink, gathering thoughts to form into words. “As much as I wanted to bring my father to justice, I wanted to help you find your family too. We were in this together. At least, that’s what I thought.”
Silence hung in the air while words processed for them both. She wasn’t wrong; he knew that. Admitting to it, well, that was something else entirely. Through all the highs and lows of their time together, she had remained with the same goal. Not everyone could do that. Hell, he cut off her finger (granted, she bit his off first). Most others would have told him to fuck off at the least, tried to kill him at the most. Not Lucy, though. With a heavy sigh, spurs jangling as he slowly strode over to her, Cooper kneeled to make their gazes meet.
“I trust ya more than anyone else in this god-forsaken wasteland. Hell, think I did soon as ya gave me those vials weeks ago. Coulda left me there to die, but ya didn’t. May get on my nerves with all yer ‘Golden Rule’ bullshit, but I think that’s cause you remind me o’ someone I thought I could trust.” That someone being frozen just over his shoulder. “Yeah, I shoulda told ya.” Cooper looked down, shaking his head slightly. “But I ain’t gonna lie to ya, I was blinded by yer daddy dangling my family in front of me. Two-hundred years and finally in reach. I’m a selfish man, Lucy. A weak man.”
"You're not." His head snapped up, eyes meeting once again, watching as Lucy gently shook her own. "A weak man would have given up a long time ago. You're stubborn as hell."
A laugh, real and deep, erupted from him. He hadn't expected that, always surprising him. Gloved hand gently cupped a smooth cheek, thumb rubbing her the bone underneath, "Ya got one hell of a right hook."
Lucy smiled, eyes a little teary, "Still mad at you."
"Would be worried if ya weren't. More concerned about getting ya checked out, make sure ain't no brain damage, least no more than usual."
Normally, she'd chastise him, tell him what for, but there was no energy left. "What about them?" Nodding towards the pods, Cooper glances at them over his shoulder.
"I know they're here now, safe. Ain't going nowhere. Find someone who can get them out, and go from there. Ya still up to coming with?" Words were hopeful, slight concern of being turned away.
Lucy looked up at him beneath long lashes, "Think you're stuck with me, Mr. Howard."
Cooper grinned, "Well, now that is a mighty fine predicament, Miss Lucy."
Normally, she'd chastise him, tell him what for, but there was no energy left. "What about them?" Nodding towards the pods, Cooper glancing at them over his shoulder.
"I know they're here now, safe. Ain't going nowhere. Find someone who can get them out, go from there. Ya still up to coming with?" Words were hopeful, slight concern of being turned away.
Lucy looked up at him beneath long lashes, "Think you're stuck with me, Mr. Howard."
Cooper grinned, "Well now that is a mighty fine predicament, Miss Lucy."
A/N: Sorry if the ending isn't that great, I didn't want to have them just kiss be all in love, but keep it in a semblance of realism. That slow burn. To Lucy, he still has a wife but there is a bit more than friendship going on between them from her perspective. I haven't written anything in a long time, first time on tumblr so be kind. I have more ideas that I would like to write but I really wanted to get this one out before the next episode. This will be crossposted on ao3.
Summary: After turning Lucy over to her father, Cooper regrets his decision and makes plans to break into Henry's hidey-hole to save her. When they find each other again, it's not quite the reunion either had in mind.
Getting into the Vault-Tech facility was not an easy task, but anything worth doing rarely is. Granted, the help of tin-can and shoulder mouth was a vast advantage over doing it alone. When the pain of being impaled on a pole had subsided, the guilt and remorse set in. Not to say it hadn't been there from the start, the moment he set foot in the Wrangler. The whiskey should have dulled his senses, made the betrayal (as much as his mind screamed there was no other option, that's what it was) to the only person in the last two centuries to show kindness somewhat tolerable. Being stuck on that pole for a day and night wasn't enough pain to erase the hurt from Lucy's face, the only person who met the faux image he once held of Barb. Another sight that would be stuck with him for the rest of his days, however long that would be.
