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hiii! i was wondering if you could do headcanons for tech from tbb and a child or teen reader? just about how he would spend his time with them, how he comforts them, and vice versa! preferably afab or gender-neutral! you don’t need to do this and i apologize if this doesn’t make too much sense. 😭 have a good day!
Hi!! This is my first time writing anything for Tech so I hope it’s not ooc!!
•Quality time with Tech consists mostly of him teaching you things
•He can obviously teach you anything about mechanics, coding, defensive piloting, etc etc… BUT if you’re close, his favorite thing would be to research something that you’re interested in with you!! Regardless of his prior level of knowledge about it…
•Oh, you want to know about a specific species’ culture? Get ready to learn everything about their history, spiritual practices, language, garb, and traditional cuisine! Oh, you wondered out loud how air shrimp can maneuver their awkward little bodies around so well when they fly? Get ready for a lesson in all known laws of aviation (couldn’t resist) AND shrimp biology… shrimpology
•Plus the two of you taking turns being the yapper and the listener
•I feel like Tech would also be a great person to parallel play with, aka the two of you just sit in comfortable silence and do your own thing, with him tinkering with something or being on his datapad, and you doing whatever
•He’s also down to accompany you to do basically whatever, even if he’s not super interested in whatever that whatever is— he’ll stand there and watch you having fun, it’s no skin off his nose… And besides, seeing you happy warms his heart, not just because obviously it’s nice to see the people you care about be happy— but also because he, (and every other clone) was denied a childhood, and even if that didn’t leave a wound that he’s necessarily even actively aware of, seeing you happy is healing
•In terms of how he would comfort you, Tech is an attentive listening ear… You can tell him about any of your problems, and he won’t press or pry, he’ll literally just hear what you have to say— he’ll also give you advice of course, so make sure to tell him if you only want to vent and don’t really want anyone’s two cents… But if you’re looking for them, his solutions are honestly probably gonna be helpful
•And vice versa? I feel it would be much the same… not that Tech would really vent to you per se, for one thing he’s an adult and he wouldn’t want to put any kind of stress or pressure on you, plus— he’s very introspective and pretty private, so he’d probably prefer to solve his problems or deal with his feelings by himself… HOWEVER☝️If you listen to him, and ESPECIALLY if you provide him space, it’ll help, and he’ll definitely be grateful
•He does his best to make sure that you’re taken care of, ie advising you to eat and drink and get enough sleep, you get it— If you forget to eat or drink often, he’ll set alarms to remind you… If you have trouble sleeping, he’ll literally do a whole sleep study on you and curate techniques for you to apply to help you catch some z’s
Anyway, sorry if this is a tad short, thank you for the request!
my friend recommended Invincible to me, & i have a few thoughts about it. the first & of course the most obvious if you know me, Cecil would be a great girl dad. I DONT CAREEEE, someone give him a daughter 😼🩷
A/N: I wasn't planning on mentioning this on this blog but I actually have D.I.D. myself, so this show means a lot to me. I personally prefer the Immortal Hulk run in terms of rep, but for screen rep this is some of the best we've got.
Taking care of a child wasn't something Steven or Marc had ever thought was in the cards for them. Neither being a superhero indebted to an Egyptian God nor having D.I.D. were typical parental traits.
Nonetheless, you managed to wiggle your way into their shared heart one way or another, and they both cared deeply for you.
You wouldn't bat an eye when seeing them talk to one another in the mirror. Sometimes you'd even interrupt their conversations just to say hi to whoever wasn't in control.
Marc would do anything to keep you safe. He'd hate that Steven would indulge your curiosities about Egyptian folklore. He'd do everything in his power to keep you away from the dangers of his lifestyle.
Steven, on the other hand, wouldn't be too keen on leaving you with someone else or by yourself. Obviously, he wouldn't want to put you in danger, but he also had a hard time saying no when you gave him the puppy dog eyes.
Marc probably wouldn't want any sort of parental label on him, while Steven would probably melt if you called him dad or anything similar. He'd probably cry the first time you called him by one of those titles.
He'd also definitely spoil you with anything he could get you. Marc would definitely say no to you more often, but some nights you'd wake up with a new toy on your pillow.
One time, you left a toy behind at a market and Marc summoned the suit to get there and back fast enough. He'll always insist it was Steven who did it, though,
They'd probably both all you 'kid' as a nickname, though only Steven would call you 'kiddo'.
They'd both give you hugs or cuddles if you asked them to, but Steven would definitely be the more physically affectionate of the two.
Steven would help you out with any of your schoolwork & remind you of the importance of it. Marc wouldn't care too much about your grades as long as you were doing decently enough.
They'd get you whatever you wanted for your birthdays or any holidays you celebrate. If it was a little out of budget... Marc never had any real moral issues with theft. (And Steven couldn't be mad if it was for you).
Steven would always have some of your favorite snacks on hand. Marc would be thoroughly confused as to how they keep getting mixed up with his weapons.
If you woke up from any type of nightmares, you'd always know you could go to them, regardless of who was fronting. They'd have different methods of comforting you, though.
Steven would hold you close and tell you everything would be alright. He'd remind you that the dreams weren't real, and nothing that happened could get you.
Marc would only hug you if you showed you asked for it, either verbally or through body language. He'd tell you that although there are things that can hurt you, he'd never let them. He might even bring out the suit to prove it to you.
They'd both try to teach you to defend yourself and figure out the puzzles that would be necessary, should you get separated from one of them in a dangerous situation.
You'd definitely get little gifts from all of your adventures with the two of them. Normally just something small, like a hairclip, but it was proof you went somewhere and did something at such a young age.
You began to keep a scrap book. It would be partially to help Steven and Mark remember, and partially for your own keepings.
You had a unique dad(s) and they had a unique kid. Honestly, you wouldn't trade the situation for the world. You got to see cool things and go cool places, and you'd never have to doubt if you were loved.
Cooper Howard with Toddler!Reader headcanons. Pretty please 🙏🏻
Cooper Howard as a father figure to a toddler!reader
Fandom: Fallout Prime / Fallout TV show
gn!reader, toddler!reader, no use of y/n
A/N: I’m so happy that y’all like my Cooper Howard HCs so much. Like genuinely it means so much y’all keep coming back to request this one character I’m glad my work makes y’all happy :).
Young kids were a liability in the wasteland. Especially when you lived a life similar to The Ghoul's. He's not sure why he decided to take you under his wing, but against all logic, he did, and he counts it as one of the best decisions he's ever made.
Despite your age you'd be clever. Your perspective on things would be different than his, but you'd have a unique way of putting things together in your mind that he wouldn't have thought of.
He'd try his best to keep you away from the more gory parts of his job. He wouldn't sugarcoat it, and he'd definitely believe in tough love, but you were so young that making you see it all firsthand was just cruel.
He'd teach you how to hide in odd places. You'd become a master of stealth before you could read. You could disappear into any nook or cranny there was.
He'd also teach you how to use your adorable-ness to your advantage. You'd be a master manipulator before you even knew what the word meant.
If you had trouble sleeping he'd tell you bedtime stories he'd told to his own daughter. Either that or he'd do a kid-friendly version of some of his older movies.
He wouldn't have any sort of restrictions on language. You'd curse like a sailor before you even had a developed vocabulary.
In a similar vein, all of his rules would be explained. He'd make sure you understood why you couldn't do certain things and why you had to do others. If you didn't understand you'd disobey, and if you disobeyed you'd probalby end up dead.
He'd believe in teaching through experience. He'd let you try things if you asked, and if not he'd explain why not and tell you what would happen if you tried.
Obviously, being a toddler, you wouldn't always listen regardless of how he tried to frame things. He'd always be there to pick up the pieces, though. (Even if he lectured you about it later).
If you're prone to tantrum he'd make sure you knew that's not how you get things. There were clear rules and related punishments to help you understand. He'd also explain why it was wrong as many times as it took for you to understand.
He'd probably figure out how to turn an old gun into essentially a toy for you. Obviously you werent allowed to have real bullets, but it was good practice, even if you didn't always use it the right way.
You were probably the reason he called in most of his favors. If he knew he couldn't take you with him somewhere, and he knew someone else was trustworthy you'd be dropped off with them.
He'd be fiercely protective over you. When it came to your safety he would shoot first, think later. You would be his first priority in any circumstance.
When you two stopped to rest you'd probably spend your time cuddled up next to him. He'd hold you tight and promise to keep you safe.
You wouldn't play many games that didn't have something to teach you. He'd always explain how the games could help you survive in an actual scenario.
If you're there when he first meets Lucy she'd be far from thrilled to see The Ghoul caring for a child. Especially one as young as you are. She'd call him selfish for not taking you to a vault where you'd be safer.
She'd probably try to sneak you away from him at one point or another but you'd bite down. Hard. She didn't think a child so small could leave such a scar.
When he's taking Lucy to the place to get his replacement syringes and he sees the water he'd make sure you drank first, as much as you needed from it before he even thought of having any himself.
He'd tell you to hide while he offered her to the traders. You wouldn't have any clue what happened as he was waiting for his payment.
He'd take you into the mart with him, holding you tight, and plop you down on the couch. You'd watch his old movie together and you'd recognize him instantly, no matter how different he might've been.
As odd as the pair of you may be, he was your father. It wouldn't make sense to anyone but the two of you, but in the wastelands nothing really did.
Hello! I love your Ghoul/Cooper Howard stories and I was wondering if you could write Girl Dad!Cooper with a pre-teen!reader who has severe abandonment and daddy issues (Acts like Powder from Arcane.)
Girl dad!Cooper Howard x pre-teen!reader
Fandom: Fallout Prime / Fallout TV show
Fem!reader, no use of y/n, pre-teen!reader
Warnings: Angst, mentions of parental death, attachment issues
A/N: Anon you made my day with this request. Love Arcane and love dad!Cooper
• As a rule, Cooper didn’t usually get attached to anything or anyone. He had his goal, to find his family, and anything else was a distraction. Nothing lasted long in the wasteland.
• Suffice to say he didn’t expect to become a dad for a second time. That was, until he ran into a little girl roaming the wasteland in a vault uniform.
• You’d been kicked out of your vault for being “too much” by their standards. Too much energy, too many questions, too eager to explore. You had no knowledge of the outside world and they left you with no supplies other than your uniform.
• As if Cooper didn’t hate Vault-Tec enough, this sight truly disgusted him. You were a child. Maybe it was just to spite the cowardly assholes or maybe he missed being a family man more than he realized, but he immediately took you under his wing after this.
• He would say harsh things to you because you needed to learn the reality of your new life. They’d cut deeper than he meant. You’d break down begging him not to leave. He’d want to kill every last asshole in those vaults even more.
• After this he’d give you small tasks or things to hold onto for him whenever he had to leave, as a reassurance he’d come back for you.
• One of the first skills he’d teach you was tracking to help ease your anxieties about him abandoning you, so you could find him if need be.
• You’d constantly try to prove yourself to him. He’d tell you how to improve but note even if you messed up he wouldn’t leave.
• He couldn’t be around you 24/7 both for your safety and for his image, but on days you couldn’t stand to be alone he’d do what he had to do. Even if it meant killing anyone who witnessed the tender scene of The Ghoul with a sleeping child in his lap.
• If you had the type of attachment issues where you’d try to push him away before he could leave you he’d give you you space for a bit, but he wouldn’t really go far. He’d come back once you were calmer or if you were about to do something stupid.
• There would be times you’d just cling to him, and other times you’d storm away, saying you hated him, and that you’d never come back. But he’d always be patient with you. He had a way of figuring out what you needed
• If you threw a tantrum he’d stand there for a while before asking if you were about done yet. He’d talk it over with you when you were calmer. He’d learned how to do this from Janey.
• He would try to find a balance of being harsh without setting you off. It would be hell to find, but he’d never give up on you.
• He’d probably give you something small to hold onto. Nothing you couldn’t put in your pockets and run away with, but nothing small enough you’d lose, either. It’d be like a promise he’d come back, and you’d always have a piece of him.
• He’d definitely teach you how to steal. Sometimes you steal his things. He isn’t happy with you when you do this, but depending on what it is sometimes you’ll get away with this.
• You’d probably get jealous of the attention Lucy got from your dad. It would set back your progress a bit, believing you were being replaced.
• Cooper would reassure you that’s not what was happening. He would explain the whole thing to you. Make sure you knew he was planning on disposing of her.
• This would probably freak you out a bit more, but he’d assure you that you were everything to him. He was rarely this open with you about his own feelings, so you were inclined to believe him.
• You were less than thrilled when she joined you again after the whole thing with Moldaver, but you got a dog out of the deal.
• It would be a bumpy road, but you’d travel it together. He’d do anything to make sure you knew you were safe.
Creator has decent knowledge of at least a little of the Fallout lore outside of the show||Creator is trying their best||angst||platonic||reader not referred to as Y/N||
🪦 The apocalypse was no place for a child. You either grew up quick, or you died. Those were the rules.
🪦maybe thats why they were so strange. A little oddity wandering around, carrying a plush with them that nobody else could identify.
🪦they looked human, at first. They weren't a ghoul, at least, not fully. Something was amiss but nobody would be able to tell you what. The child wouldnt either.
🪦Wandering the wasteland in search of their Morher who had left them at an old gas station.
🪦It was the early days of the wasteland. When people still sought to hang onto the last vestiges of civilization.
🪦When people still clung to the fake title of America.
🪦Cooper Howard was tired. Beginning to feel the effects of radiation, and slowly turning into a ghoul. Searching for his family, who (for all he knew) were dead.
🪦so imagine his surprise, when he saw a little girl running around the wreckage of a city, calling out for their Mother. Not panicked, just very loudly announcing their presence to a VERY NOT FRIENDLY WASTELAND.
"Mom!" Their squeaky voice called out, a single fang poking out, even when the child's mouth was closed.
Cooper stared, for he was confused. In a situation like this. A child would cower, why wouldnt they. They would quietly cry, and most children were dead. Those who weren't suffered fates some would argue were worse than the sweet relief of nullification.
And here this child was, yelling for their Mother like they were lost in a shopping mall.
How peculiar
🪦Cooper, not yet completely hardened by the wastelands, but still his usual self, saunters up to the child. Unable to shake the voice in his brain, unable to shake the pleasent image of Janey in the child's place.
🪦After Cooper asks them a few questions. He leaves.
🪦and they follow.
🪦and follow.
🪦and follow.
🪦Cooper gets sick of the shtick really quickly. But quickly realizes the child isnt... normal.
🪦they weren't transforming into a ghoul, but they also weren't completely human.
🪦sipping irradiated water easily, eating a whole radroach for the fun of it. I mean really, they bit off its head!
🪦he might not endorse the small child following him.
🪦but he also doesn't shove them away.
After all. It's just them in the wreckage of the world.
A/N: probably ooc, mb. We dont really know how Coop was at the very beginning of the wasteland. I like to imagine he was jaded by the pre war shenanigans, but still not nearly as hardened as he ends up being in the main plot.
This whole thing is just a concept really. What is reader? Uuuhhhh
cw: canon typically violence , suicidal tendencies (kinda it comes up more later on)
platonic , reader is like 14-15 , gender neutral reader
part 2 , part 3 , part 4 , part 5
canon is what i make of it
i aged Janey up by a year or so , making her a year younger than you , it fits better with the plot that way ! ^-^
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the walk was grueling but you made it , you’re in Filly. and it only took you 5 hours to walk the 15 miles (24.14km) between your vault and the town ! swerving between people , you make sure to keep a safe distance from them. you don’t want to get pickpocketed or something of the likes.
you’re looking around , head on a swivel as you search for a particular item. approaching a chem trader , you can see that he has the items you were looking for.
you shoot the man a small smile before speaking , “hi.. um.. can i get one of those vials-“ you point to a small vial filled with yellow liquid. “and a uh , stim-pack please.” you finish with another smile , swinging your backpack over your shoulder and pulling a noisy pouch out. the man raises an eyebrow , crossing his arms and leaning back. “two-hundred seventy-five (275) caps.” you nod quickly , pulling 25 caps out of the pouch and dropping them in your backpack—handing him the cloth bag after.
he counts a few of them before pouring the bag out into a metal box , handing the pouch back after. he hands you the yellow vial and the stim-pack , watching as you place the vial into a small tin container and delicately place the tin back into your bag. you shoot him one last smile and a small wave before walking away , making your way out of the town.
your eyes dart around as you leave , making sure nobody was going to get the jump on you. sure , you could protect yourself , but if someone was stronger than you , you were fucked. what you didn’t notice was a ghoul staring you down , contemplating the worth of following you. you had the blue and yellow jumpsuit on and it looked pretty clean so you couldn’t have been on the surface for too long.
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you were cautious as you walked , more cautious than any vault dweller he’d ever seen. it’s like you could tell he was there , just not where. you kept looking around, clutching tightly to the straps of your backpack , like you were expecting a monster to jump out at any moment. he followed from a safe distance , making sure to keep enough space so you wouldn't hear him.
he grinned when he saw you coming up on a vault door protruding out of the ground. looks like lady luck strikes again.
you looked around carefully , lifting your non-dominant hand that’s connected to your Pip-Boy and carefully starting the process to open the vault. the doors open slowly , prompting him to get closer.
you walk in once it’s opened fully , not turning back once. he waits until the door is closing before he decides to enter. the beeping allowing him to slide in behind you silently as it shuts , locking you both in.
he clears his throat to grab your attention , a fist coming up to mock covering his mouth.
whipping around in terror , your dominant hand falls towards your hip; he can see the small knife you have there , preparing to pull it out at a moments notice.
he stares at you from beneath the brim of his hat , a smirk on his face , hands clutching his belt buckle. “now , what is a young vaultie like you doing up on the surface ? seems irresponsible of ‘em to send a kid up.” your hand hovers over another control panel , one near the elevator. just as you twitch to move , he draws his pistol , aiming directly at you.
you freeze , eyes going wide as you slowly lift your hands. he stalks towards you slowly , taking his time and keeping his pistol aimed on you. you flinch hard when he stands behind you and places the gun to the back of your skull. “call the elevator.” he says it so casually , like he was talking to an old coworker.
you move your hand slowly , placing it gently atop the button to call the elevator up.
the elevator makes its way up slowly , seemingly taking an eternity when in reality it only takes about half a minute.
he pushes you inside first when it finally opens , following closely behind you. you hesitantly make your way to the next control panel , pressing the buttons to make the elevator go down. the ride is quiet , only taking 30 grueling seconds. when the doors finally open , Cooper doesn’t know what he expects but it’s definitely not the growls and snarls of a ghoul turning feral.
he pushes you out first , slowly stepping out alongside you. he can see the way you tense , wanting to run towards the ghoul on the ground.
“my- my name-“ the ghoul is cut off by a pained snarl. Cooper can barely see him , just catching sight of his legs. “i- i’m pro- -tecting my-“ he’s cut off by another pained growl , legs jerking and kicking out. he barely has time to grab you before you're taking off , running in the direction of the ghoul.
he holds you tight to his body , lifting you so your feet can’t find purchase on the ground. you kick about , trying to get free. “hey-! stop! let me go !” you kick your legs out , bucking your hips to try and throw him off balance. “kid ! stop , stop ! you can’t-“ you throw your head back , trying to hit his chin hard enough to shock him.
it works.
you break free , running towards the ghoul on the ground.
skidding to a stop on your knees , you hastily pull your backpack off.
digging through the bag quickly , you pull out a small tin box. Cooper comes to stand a few feet away , pistol at the ready. your hands shake as you open the container , grabbing an inhaler and a small vial of yellow liquid.
you quickly pop the vial in the inhaler , lifting it to the ghoul’s mouth and pressing the plunger.
he breaths in deeply , inhaling the drug that keeps him sane. after a moment , his breathing stutters , a groan cutting off what he was about to say.
he’s turning , quickly , and the vials won’t do anything to save him. Cooper is quick to pull you away , his strength overpowering yours. you scream as you’re lifted , attempting to break free again. he quickly throws you behind him , listening to the clatter of your body hitting the floor.
you let out a harsh cough , getting to your knees quickly.
BAM !
your head shoots up , catching sight of the bloody scene. the ghoul is dead , a bullet through the skull. you scream , slipping as you attempt to get to your feet. you use your hands to catch yourself , pushing up as you slip in his direction.
you’re on your knees , hands shaking as you grab his body. you cradle the dead ghoul in your arms , sobbing softly. Cooper just stares at you , watching as your life comes crumbling down. he walks away slowly , the spurs on his boots alerting you to his departure.
he searches through the vault , finding nothing out of the ordinary. the only weird thing was the missing people—there was absolutely nobody else here. but if he had cared enough to search the apartments further , he would have seen that two were occupied.
instead , he makes his way to the cryo stations.
when he walks into the room he’s surprised. he finds each and every cryo pod empty and opened. he skims the names lightly , searching. his eyes pass over your name but he doesn’t consciously acknowledge it.
finding nothing of use , he leaves , walking back to where he came from.
when he arrives , he sees that you’ve moved but not by much. you’ve placed yourself sideways in the lap of the dead ghoul , wrapping his arms around yourself in a hug you’d never receive again , as your cry softly into his chest. you throw a glance towards Cooper when you hear his spurs , tensing up.
you don’t move as he walks closer , crouching down in front of you. “you gon help me get out or do i gotta force ya ?” you stare at him with unseeing eyes , blinking softly. “alrigh’.” he claps his hands on his knees , standing up. he drags you up with him , pulling you behind him as he walks to the elevator.
your feet drag as you follow , walking slowly behind him. he pushes you towards the call buttons , waiting.
slowly , you lift your hand , pressing the correct button. you feel like you’re underwater; everything is a blur and you can barely hear anything other than the blood rushing in your ears.
he pushes you in once the elevator opens , making you stumble. you walk slowly over to a corner , sliding down the wall and sitting on the floor. he steps in behind you , pressing one of the buttons to make the elevator go up.
the ride up is a blur. Cooper decides to fill the silence by whistling a small tune , glancing at you every now and then. you just stare forward , knees pulled up to you chest with your head resting against the wall.
when the doors open he pulls you up again , dragging you over to the control panel that’s connected to the vault door. he pushes you in front of it , waiting.
slowly , you start the process to open the door.
when he leaves , he’s surprised that he doesn’t hear the vault close. instead it stays wide open , filling him with unease—raiders and the likes would be free to get in and who knows what they would do to a kid like you.
he stares back at the vault , contemplating his choices. he could leave you , let the raiders do what they’d like , or , he could take you with him and protect you until he could leave you somewhere safe.
his heart wins in the end.
walking back in , he sees you curled up on the ground , trembling. making his way over , he crouches down in front of you , cocking his head to the side. you slowly lift your head , gazing up at him with hatred. suddenly , he’s knocked onto his back , hat falling off.
you’re on top of him immediately , fists raining down on his face. baring your teeth , you snarl at him as you struggle to use you knees to pin his arms. if he still had a nose , it would’ve been smashed in the second you laid your hands on him.
the hits hurt causing a pained groan to leave Cooper.
“goddammit-!”
he finally wrestles his arms out from under your sharp knees , grabbing your wrists tightly. it doesn’t stop you , if anything it makes you madder.
you jerk about , slamming your knees down onto his shoulders. screaming , you jump up , standing as tall as you could with his hands around your wrists. you lift a booted foot high , raising it over his head. just as you’re about to bring your heel down , Cooper throws his arms back , tossing you.
the second he’s free , he’s standing up and placing his hat back on his head.
you land on your back with a thud , the air being knocked out of you. coughing , you roll onto your stomach and slowly lift yourself. you rise to your knees first , lifting your head and gazing up at him with wide eyes. you’re quick to catch your breath , jumping up to your feet.
Cooper pulls his pistol out , pointing at you. you just bare your teeth as you run at him. appearing in front him within seconds with your fist pulled back in preparation-
BONK !
THUD !
you fall. hard.
he hit you in the temple with the butt of his gun , knocking you clean out. he stares at you for a long moment , debating if he really was going to take you with him.
throwing his head back with a groan , he starts to lift your body , throwing you over his shoulder.
he walks with you over his shoulder for hours , not stopping until the sky has started to darken. and even then , he continues down the road until he comes up on a mostly intact , abandoned gas station. he’s quiet as he walks through the building , one arm wrapped around your back , keeping you steady on his shoulder. the other arm holding his pistol , letting that hand lead him through the building.
when he finally confirms that the building is empty he begins to set up camp , placing you gently onto the ground of a gutted bathroom. he can see the faint swelling on your temple , a brutal bruise just waiting to appear.
he quietly starts a fire , putting a radroach he caught earlier on to cook.
you wake slowly , a palm coming up to massage your throbbing temple. your eyes stay closed , clenched tightly as you slowly rise.
you start to yawn , mouth hanging open when your eyes suddenly snap open , wide with fear. head snapping to the side , you stare the ghoul down. your hand quickly darts towards your waist , coming up empty.
your eyes snap down , looking down at your hips for your weapon. “lookin’ for somethin’ ?” he twirls the knife you were searching for in his hands , not even looking at you.
your eyes snap up before quickly snapping down again , seeing that your hands are untied. Cooper can see where your thoughts go , bringing the knife up to point it at you sternly. “aye. don’t try nothin’ , i’m not against tyin’ you up.” you narrow your eyes at him , slowly maneuvering your body the rest of the way up.
you sit crisscross across from him , staring at him with a poorly concealed glare. “now , do you wanna explain to me why nobody was in that vault of yours or do i gotta start guessin’ ?”
you take a deep breath , rolling your eyes. “guess.”
“hm.. well , i’m guessin’ that somethin’ broke into yer vault , but see , now , that just doesn’t look quite right. so why don’t you tell me.” he points the small knife at you as he speaks , enunciating his words.
“does it really matter ?” you look around , taking in the four walls. you don’t see much , just some broken bottles in the corner and a fire in the middle of you both. the ghoul sits partially in front of your only way out; the door. looking closer , you realize you were in a gutted bathroom , no windows in sight.
the ghoul hums , “y’know. i heard there was a management vault doin’ them experiments on the vaultie’s ‘round here.” he raises a brow , looking at you knowingly.
“i don’t think it’s any of your business , quite frankly.” pulling you knees up , you lay your head on them.
“well since we’re gonna be travelin’ together , we might as well get to know each other.”
a laugh comes out involuntarily , “yea- ha ! you’re funny !” you have a sarcastic smile on your face , “we’re not traveling together.”
he stares at you in amusement , nodding his head slowly. “and how are you gonna get by , huh vaultie ?”
you shrug , “i’ll probably die. not my problem.” starting to stand up just to abruptly stop , a dizzy spell hitting you.
“fuck.. you hit me hard..” you massage your head , eyes clenched shut tightly. you fold yourself over slightly , an arm wrapped around your waist as nausea strikes your stomach suddenly.
“oh , you’re fine.” he waves your complaints off.
you flip him off , “suck a dick.”
he chuckles , watching as you straighten yourself. “why don’tcha sit down.” you don’t reply for a moment , stretching yourself out. “nah. where’s my bag ?” he shoots you a questioning look. “what bag ?”
you groan , “ughh you asshole.. you kidnap me and you don’t even grab my backpack.” you start to ramble , feeing the need to get on his nerves. “y’know ! i had so much in there; like 30 caps , at least. 6 Stim-Packs at the bare minimum , a lot of Buffout , a good few syringes of Psycho , a few of Med-X , and like , at least 2 bags of Rad-Away. not to mention the clothes and food i had !” you list off quickly , bringing a hand up to count them on you fingers.
he quirky a brow , “didn’t know i had a little drugie on my hands.” you just roll you eyes , “more like a drug dealer.” that gets a chuckle out of him.
“alright , well this has been… fun.. but i’m gonna-” you click your tongue , clapping your hand together. “get goin’.” he nods , watching as you walk past him.
he doesn’t get up until he knows you left , bringing his lasso with him as he walks outside. he sees you only a few yards away , debating. “you gon’ come back in ?”
it’s dark out , too dark to safely walk. huffing , you walk back into the gas station. “i’ll leave tomorrow.” Cooper just hums , an amused expression covering his face.
as you step back into the room you woke up in , you spot your backpack leaning against the wall. you couldn’t see it earlier because the ghoul was sitting in front of it , blocking your view. quickly , you grab it , only to have it snatched from your hands.
“hey !” you go to grab it again , the ghoul holding a hand out to stop you.
“i still gotta look through that.”
“i literally told you what i had !”
he looks at you with a brow raised , a knowing look on his face. “and you coulda been lyin’ , i’m going through the bag. you can have it back after.” you groan , walking back to the corner you woke up in.
“you suck.”
he just hums , dumping your bag out. all the items clatter to the ground. your weapons are immediately taken from the pile , being put safely in the ghouls saddle bag. you roll your eyes when you see him pocket a few Jet inhalers and Psycho syringes , becoming silently salty as you’d no longer be able to make the caps from those. he rifles through your things , putting all the clothes and caps back into you bag. he places your food , water , and the rest of your chems on top , holding the bag out to you after.
you snatch it from him quickly , a glare present on your face.
“now , why don’t you tell me ‘bout that vault of yours.” you ignore him , fiddling around with you Pip-Boy. you start the radio , ‘Uranium Fever’ starting to blast from the tiny speaker. wincing , you turn the volume down to a respectable level.
“turn that off.”
“no.” his eye twitches in annoyance.
you lay down , facing the ghoul and putting your bag under your head. you watch him as he eats the radroach that had been cooking. he offers you some but you decline , deciding you’d eat later. the music plays softly from your Pip-Boy , relaxing you. slowly , your eyes start to fall closed , the pull of unconsciousness becoming too strong.
8 years before the war. (you’re 6-7-ish)
you’re spinning in your momma’s office chair , bored out of your mind. your parents decided to take you to work today , saying that they wanted you to meet some people and introduce you to their coworkers. you didn’t want to meant their coworkers though ! you wanted to play outside and read !
the door opens suddenly , your mom walking in with a little girl following her. she has her hand on the young girls back , looking down at her as she speaks lowly. you spin one last time , stopping to look at her. “mama ! ugh-” you lean back , “i’m so boredd.”
“well it’s a good thing i’ve got a friend for you !” you perk up , excited as you look at your new friend. “this here-” she pushes the little girl forward slightly , hands resting gently on her shoulders. “is little Janey Howard. she’s just a year younger than you so i expect you to treat her with kindness.” she points a playfully stern finger at you as you hop up , bouncing over. “hi !” you wave a hand at her before sticking it out for a handshake , “my names Y/N L/N ! c’mon ! let’s go play ! i know the best places !” you grab one of her hands , gently pulling her behind you as you rush out of the room.
she giggles as she follows after you , swerving between adults. you almost make it outside before a middle-aged woman stops you.
Janey lets out another giggle upon seeing her , waving her unoccupied hand at the new person. “hi mommy !” after learning who the woman was , you wave as well , a bright smile on your face. “well , hi there , sweetheart. did Mrs. L/N introduce you two already ?” you both nod , smiles getting even brighter.
Mrs. Howard , as you now know , crouches down in front of you both , a smile tugging at her lips. “you two going to play ?” you nod quickly.
“i’m taking her to my favoritest place ! it’s just outside ! there’s this like , big-” you throw your arms up , trying to show just how big the object you were talking about is. “-willow tree ! it’s so pretty ! i love going under there to read !”
Mrs. Howard smiles , “well , i’ll let you two get to it then , have fun sweetie.” Mrs. Howard places a hand atop Janey’s head , gently moving some hair out of her face. as she walks away , Janey tugs you along , “c’mon ! i wanna see the tree !” you giggle , taking the lead again.
you awaken slowly , a small smile on your face. you missed Janey. she was an amazing friend , better than anyone you could’ve ever asked for. you just wish you had more time together.
“mornin’ sleepin’ beauty.” you groan , rolling over to look at the ghoul. you stare at him for a few seconds , blinking the sleep out of your eyes.
you sit up slowly , rubbing your eyes. looking around , you see that the fire had been put out long ago. “did you sleep at all ?”
“nope.” you narrow your eyes , “so you watched me sleep ? weirdo.”
“now , i didn’t watch you sleep , don’t be gettin no weird ideas. i made sure no raiders snuck up on us.” you nod , standing up slowly and stretching yourself out. picking your bag up , you step over the burnt out fire , stretching your arms above yourself now. “and just where do you think yer goin’ ?”
“to take a piss ? why , you wanna watch ?” you’re sarcastic comment is definitely not appreciated as you go to walk out of the room.
he scoffs , “git.”
you chuckle , leaving the room with your pack in hand. the best way to get an adult off your back is to make them uncomfortable. works every time.
well , it used to. now it’s a 50/50 shot.
you step out of the building , quickly looking every which way. pulling your arm connected to your Pip-Boy up , you pull the map up and study it. you needed to get back to Filly , but it was at least a 4 hour walk away, maybe even a 7 hour walk if you took too many breaks. you’re quick to take off , running in the direction you now know Filly is in. you can hear clatter behind you as you get further away.
hopefully he didn’t realize you were gone yet.
he knew you would take off the second that sarcastic comment left your mouth , it was obvious in your eyes; the way they shifted about as you spoke and tried to cover up your anxiety with mocking remarks. he stood slowly , gathering all of his items as he thought about what to do.
he didn’t understand why he wanted to keep you safe—maybe you reminded him of his Janey but... that didn’t seem right. he felt like he knew you. he had to.
somehow , he knew you from before the war. he just didn’t know who you were. and he didn’t like not knowing. especially when it could do with his family.
he steps out of the gas station slowly , gazing both ways before spotting you. “where ya goin ?!” he yells out at you , watching you jolt and speed up. “to piss !” that startles a hearty laugh out of him.
he starts to lightly jog , catching up enough to rope you.
he pulls his lasso off his belt , slowly getting ready to snatch you up. starting to spin the noose end of the rope , he rises it above his head before he jerks his arm out , letting the rope fly. it lands directly around you , stopping you in your tracks. “fuck..” you’re jerked back abruptly , falling straight on your ass.
“ow !” you attempt to get the rope off you , being unable to because of the tightness. you’re slowly dragged towards him , jerking about like a foal learning to walk.
once he drags you all the way to him , he speaks up , looking down at you mockingly. “where ya goin ?”
you smile lightly , “to piss.” he hums in response , pulling you up. “awful far away.” he ties your hands together with the lasso , pulling you behind him. you groan , dragging your feet as he tugs you along.
the walk is mostly silent , the only noise heard being the music coming from your Pip-Boy. you hum along to some of the songs , bobbing your head slightly as you look around.
“so.. uh , why did you kidnap me ? you don’t seem like the pedophile type.” you tilt your head to the side , watching as he stops and turns his head towards you abruptly. “what did you just say ?”
“you don’t.. seem like the pedophile type..?” you shoot him a questioning look , is he offended ? oh gods , is he offended you don’t think he’s a pedophile ? he shakes his head in disbelief , jerking you forward and continuing to walk.
“i am not a pedophile.”
“that is literally what i just said !” you throw both your hands out as you speak.
the ghoul quickly diverts the topic. “you got’a name , kid ?”
“Y/N L/N.” he stops , making you walk into his back—you hadn’t been paying enough attention to where you were going. muttering a small ‘sorry’ , you step back a few paces.
he turn towards you slowly , a soft look you hadn’t seen before in his eyes.
he studies you for a moment before getting closer , causing you to step back. abruptly , he pulls you into a hug , startling you greatly. “..okay.. let’s just-” you slowly try and pry yourself from his hold , greatly uncomfortable.
“oh kiddo.” his voice is soft , softer than you’ve ever heard. an old memory suddenly appears in the forefront of your mind suddenly. an old memory of Janey’s dad.
7-ish years before the war , 7 months after you met Janey.
you and Janey had been playing tag outside her house when you’d suddenly tripped , scraping your knees.
you cry out loudly , Janey falling to her knees next to you. “are you okay ?!” you nod softly , humming in affirmative , tears welling in your eyes from the painful sting. “i’ll go get my daddy ! stay here !” you sniffle , nodding again.
she comes back quickly , dragging her dad by the hand behind her. “-they got hurt , daddy ! we were just playing , and they tripped , and got they hurt , and ! and-!” you’ve pulled your shorts up slightly to expose your knees to the air , lightly wiping the rocks and debris away with hiccuping breath.
“hey , hey , it’s okay sweetie , mistakes happen.” he crouches down in front of you , pulling your attention away from your knees. your tears have started to fall slowly , sniffles being let out every now and then. there’s blood slowly dripping down your legs , almost reaching your ankles.
“oh kiddo.” he picks you up gently , uncaring for the blood that gets on him as he places you on his hip. he walks back into the house with Janey following quickly behind. he makes his way through the house quickly , a hand rubbing up and down your back comfortingly.
he steps into the bathroom , placing you gently atop the counter. Janey stands idly by the door , watching. Mr. Howard pulls out a bottle of antiseptic before pulling a few bandages out , making you whine lowly in the back of your throat. “i know , i know. it’ll hurt but you’ll feel better after , i promise , kiddo.” he pats your calf lightly , telling you to sit sideways and put your knees over the sink.
you do as told , clenching your eyes shut tightly. Janey slowly walks over , grabbing one of your clenched fists to comfort you. you release your tight hold on the counter , flipping your hand to hold hers.
you whine loudly as Mr. Howard pours the antiseptic on your scrapes , tears falling quicker. “i know , i know.” Mr. Howard tries to comfort you , grabbing a clean washcloth.
he wets the cloth , slowly dragging it over your knees and shins to clean off any dirt , debris , or blood . you whine loader , a hiccup getting caught in your throat as your legs unconsciously jerk.
“it’s okay , kiddo. i’m almost done.” his attempts at comforting you just go in one ear and out the other.
he places a few bandages over the scraps , wiping the tears from your eyes after.
you take a few minutes to breathe steadily and collect yourself , kicking your legs out to stare at the band-aids. “thank you , Mr. Howard !” you smile lightly , hopping off the counter and being pulled back outside by Janey.
“M-Mr. Howard.” your voice cracks. it can’t be him. it just can’t be.
“hey kiddo.” you latch onto him as best as you could with your hands still tied , sobbing out quietly. he holds you tightly , trying to provide as much comfort as he possibly could. pulling back slightly , he loosens the lasso around you wrists , letting it fall limply to the ground. immediately , you wrap your arms fully around him , holding on tight.
you squeeze your arms around him tight , trying to convince yourself that this was real , that he was actually there.
it take a good minute for you to calm down but Cooper just holds you. he cradles you in his arms , holding you softly as your sobs slowly become less frequent.
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i’ve gotten back into fallout :3
ALSO this is the first story i have that i’ve actually named ! fun !
Cooper Howard/The Ghoul from the fallout prime show as a dad figure to a child!reader.
Please! It’s so hard to find anything platonic from the fallout fandom.
Cooper Howard (The Ghoul) as your father figure
Fandom: Fallout (show storyline/universe)
gn!reader, no use of y/n, child!reader
A/N: It took everything in me to keep this fluffy and not angsty.
• He wasn’t too sure when you started hanging around him. All he knew was that one day you showed up with decent meat. He made you take a bite first so he knew it was safe, but after that he sure as hell wasn’t gonna argue with free food
• He definitely tried to shoo you off at first. Partially out of concern for his image, and partially because even if he was a ghoul he has enough humanity to not put a kid in danger’s way.
• “I ain’t yer dad, kid,” became his catchphrase for a while. You always stuck your tongue out when he told you this.
• He’d make sure you’re proficient with at least a few weapons. At least one of them would be some type of firearm. No way in hell is he leaving you defenseless.
• If you’re small enough to sneak around he’d definitely take advantage of that. Maybe not for anything too dangerous, but definitely for things like stealing caps or rations.
• He’d probably give you little missions of your own. Mostly material gathering or similar things to keep you away from his… worse colleagues.
• He’d probably try to keep you away for a while. Rejecting hugs or the title of dad. But he’d be fiercely protective over you.
• If anyone saw him hanging around with you he’d say you were just an associate. He doesn’t want to admit he’s attached to you, not to himself, or anyone else.
• He’d rarely use your actual name. Typically calling you “kid” or “youngin”. He might have a couple of other nicknames for you based off of your skills or any mishaps you get yourself into.
• Tough love at times. The wasteland is a rough place, and while he’ll always pick you back up when you fall, he makes sure you can handle whatever the cruel world will throw at you. Not to say he’s needlessly cruel, he’s just honest about the reality. And the reality is almost never pretty.
• You’d probably pick up his accent. Even if it’s not usually noticeable, there would be at least a word or two with a distinct Southern twang to them.
• When he was doing the shootout in Filly you were probably taking advantage of the calamity a little while away from the action. Far enough you wouldn’t actually get hurt if you used your brain, close enough everyone else was freaking out. You’d swipe some supplies and caps from right under peoples’ noses.
• Once the crowd had largely died out you quickly looted the corpses for anything valuable. Some of them were already being plundered from others, but since you already had a bit of supplies from what you’d already stolen, you decided to save the ammo for something more pressing.
• When you returned to your father he’d tell you about the vault dweller he’d met. He knew someone as naive as her would surely fall for the innocent looks of a child, especially if you brought the dog he just saved.
• While tracking Lucy he’d explain what he was doing. to you. He’d give you pop quizzes as you went. The wastelands were a horrible place, and this was an important skill for anyone to have in this line of work.
• You wouldn’t be too phased by the sight of the doctor’s decapitated corpse. Cooper wouldn’t be sure whether to be relieved you could stomach what it takes to survive, or horrified a kid couldn’t even enjoy their childhood anymore.
• Before each job he’d tell you not to mess up. It wasn’t a threat about what he’d do to you, but a warning that the world wouldn’t forgive you like he would. Trying to protect your innocence would only hurt you
• This was one of the easier missions. You told Lucy you were scared and lost. The crocodile tears came easy to you. You told her you didn’t have any supplies to even get through the night, and when she put her bag down to rummage through it you started to dig through it yourself, the excitement not entirely feigned.
• The head wasn’t in the bag, though, so you told her someone told you they saw a woman with a blue jumpsuit carrying a head. You pulled out the scared kid card, asking if she’d do that to you. Obviously she told you that she wouldn’t. You asked if it was true, and she didn’t lie, still believing in her golden rule.
• You asked her where the head went. Not wanting to scare you by telling you about the creature in the lake, she told you she lost it. You asked how she managed to lose a head. She shrugged, but you saw how her eyes drifted towards the water, and you knew what did it.
• You called out to The Ghoul, telling him what you discovered. Then you got to sit back and play around in the nearby dirt as he worked. It wasn’t often you got to just be a kid, but you took what you could get.
• When it was time to get moving again, Lucy asked how he could let his own kid get involved in all of this. “They ain’t mine, just an associate is all. They like to hang around me”. You’d learned not to protest when he said this, especially not around strangers, so instead you just rolled your eyes.
• She’d insist he shouldn’t let you hang around him, and you chimed in by telling her you could hear everything she was saying. You didn’t like how she talked about your dad or yourself.
• When the three of you came across the fresh water you drank first. Cooper insisted it was to make sure the water was truly safe, but he actually just wanted to make sure you got your fill in.
• You scavenged the town for food, caps, or any other supplies as he visited Roger. Later, when you went to the Super Duper Mart he told you to go scavenging for another few hours. You knew you didn’t need that much supplies, but he insisted. He didn’t want you to see him struggling. And god forbid he went feral and attacked you.
• When you returned he was getting back in his feet after Lucy gave him a new vial. You two went inside the market together, and he told you to get some real rest. When you woke up to the sheriffs taking you both in you should’ve felt nervous, or angry, or something. You didn’t though. If anything all you felt was inconvenienced. You knew your dad would get you out of the situation. You didn’t need to be scared. You’d be back on the road in no time. Your father would never let you get hurt.
So I just had to skip a lot to get his scenes in particular, Anyways! Evgeni meet Dulcinea Chachipira Atamaint Cortes.
A city child who lives on the top floor of New York’s luxurious plaza hotel…with everybody in her life being so busy with work, Dulcinea always goes out exploring the city with zero precautions. That’s until she met Evgeni Kolpakov, who was dumbfounded to see a little girl with no adult supervision all alone in a big city. He keeps bringing her back home safely but she somehow manages to wind up running into him every time she leaves the hotel. They eventually form a sweet father daughter bond.
Born into a loving and stable family, Dulcie was raised to always be compassionate and polite to others, she has kept that to heart even after her parents sadly passing, letting it manifest in her inherent kindness and strong sense of resilience; she always remains optimistic and steadfast in the face of difficulties, and shows grace and generosity to everyone she meets.
Due to growing up in a restricted environment, along with the circumstances of her being Deaf, the sweet girl grew a habit of being quite shy around others. In spite of her withdrawn nature, she's somehow remained to be kindhearted and caring despite coming from a somewhat of wealthy background, she’s never acted spoiled or arrogant. It’s how Evgeni became so fond of her. Dulcinea is also a huge dreamer with an even more huge imagination; Often having daydream moments where she imagines herself in fantastical situations, and usually needing Evgeni to snap her back to reality.
Her favorite things to do is participating in her ballet lessons, learning how to dance flamenco from her auntie Cecilia, ice skating with Evgeni, playing dress up, reading fashion magazines, watching old animated Barbie movies, going out shopping, visiting art museums.
I have all ai tags filtered because I don’t want to support people who are using it but I didn’t realize that’s what the Jon and Robb art were. In the future, how can I tell when something is ai and not fan art?
Great question! And don't worry, AI is getting harder and harder to spot. I saw it was AI straight away, here's how!
Similar style: Notice how these AI pictures all look the same? A very specific style of "art" that comes up again and again. There's also often a "Ghibli" style used aswell.
Piss filter: AI images often have a yellowish tint, im unsure why but, it is a sign to look out for!
Inconsistenties: Lines don't make semse, shoes are different, hair physically doesn't make sense, lined paper appearing above a sketch, all things to search for. There's also something in alot of AI, where overall it may look good or legit, but looking into the details you will find the whole piece doesn't make sense at all.
Photo theft: Does a photo or screenshot exist in the exact same pose and character as the AI image? Then its probably just that photo with an AI filter over it.
