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[meltingangels]

[aveimperator40k]

I have my issues with the S2 finale but hot damn do I love Ghoulcy.

This scene with them said it all in my opinion.

Cooper took her agency in the Wrangler and then he gave it back to her.

He saved her but he didn't take control of the situation.

This wasn't his fight or his choice.

It was Lucy’s choice and Cooper wasn't going to take it from her again.

She's his Vaultie and she has his respect.

Then he turns to keep the centuries old promise he made.

And what does Lucy do?

Before she remembers his betrayal, her father, her mission, the Legion or Max or Norm or anything else?

She takes a step towards him as he walks away.

Instinct.

Folks.....that says it all.

Settle in for Season 3 and Season 4, etc.

We have a ways to walk in the Wasteland.

They're endgame or nothing. Long haul ghoulfuckers. Long haul.

[the-irreverend]

DON'T SCARE US LIKE THAT!!!!!!

[bajingo]

Ghoul Boy

[boneskullravenriver]

bring back 16-20 episode seasons I beg you. The weird paving issues and the "hmm they didn't really do much" feeling would be lessened if they had MORE TIME TO COOK. Of course it feels off, because there's not enough time in 50 min, and 8 episodes to give everyone enough time in their stories.

[aboredgremlin]

Can we talk about this woman? She is a sex positive weirdo on the spectrum that can cut someone's head off and still refuses to swear. She wants to be a polite neighbor but will shoot you full of poison if she has to. She will fuck this random Knight because she is locked in a room and bored, after giving a sex ed lesson to the same Knight.

She is delightfully surprising and it is wonderful.

[acapelladitty]

I need Cooper Howard leaving bruises and marks on a partner for reasons. Marking up his girl all pretty like~

Mornings Echo

Pairing: Cooper Howard/F!Reader

(tw for: rough handling, grinding, biting, threats of violence, skin marking, groping, filthy talk, mild nipple play, jealousy, possessive behaviour) [1.6k words]

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Crashing through the thin wooden door of the shed, a splintering noise squealed free of the old planks as Cooper kicked them shut with an aggressiveness that made your heart flutter. Random tools lined the wall opposite you, the wall to your back completely clear of debris, and a cheeky comment about his actions died in your throat as you quickly found yourself slammed against that same wall with a single fluid shove.

Stars dancing before your eyes as a surprised gasp fills the small area, your body remains stunned for a moment as Cooper stands before you, his hand still pressing harshly into your shoulder as he stares down at you with most of his features hidden by the shadows of his hat. You wrap a hand around his wrist, fingers clawing into the leather coat as you grip at him with equal aggression.

"Fucking ouch." You hiss, attempting to stamp at his foot with the ball of your own as petty revenge guides your movements. "The hell was that for?"

"Ain't sensible to tease a man like that." His eyes ablaze, the anger in Cooper's features is different to his usual rage as something much more muted yet complicated touches at the way his eyes narrow and his face tilts. "It'll get you into the kinda trouble I don't think you're ready to handle."

Tease?

A confused look furrows your brow.

Fresh off an exchange of caps for meds, you hadn't actively payed him enough attention during the transaction to tease him. All you had done was-

Oh.

Ah.

The trader, a lecherous old fuck with jerky fingers and a face that vaguely resembled rotten jelly, had shown an obvious interest in you that hadn't went unnoticed by yourself or, apparently, Cooper.

Never one to pass up the chance for a better deal, your rejections of his advances had been much less violent than you would have liked; but the resulting tolerance of the lingering touches he delivered with his disgusting hands has ensured an extra few capsules tossed in to the exchange.

So no, this wasn't anger that was pinning you to the wall.

This was jealousy.

"You're jealous." You accuse, never one to back down from the truth as his mouth visibly tightens in irritation at the words. "You didn't like me letting that filthy motherfucker think he had a chance! Damn, Cooper, didn't think it was that serious."

"You're free to do what you like and I don't pay your intentions no never mind. But what I can't abide is folks touching things that ain't theirs."

"I ain't anyone's." You reply, matching his tone and accented words with a mocking quality as your free hand shifts up to poke rudely at his chest. "So you can shove that possessive shit right up your ass until it comes pouring out of your jealous mouth."

He's on you in a flash, his quick movements catching you unaware as you squeak out your surprise once more. His mouth is hot against your own, forcing your lips open to claim his prize and steal a filthy kiss which he didn't deserve. A fact you make him more than aware of as you bite down on his lower lip with enough pressure to make him pull away, hissing violently and cursing you out as he does.

"You sure you ain't feral, darling? Biting like a rabid bitch? Better check to make sure."

His gloved hand forces itself within your shirt, accidentally ripping the top button free as it bounces along the floor to disappear under some dusty shelves. It does nothing to deter him though as his fingers drop enough to grope roughly at your left tit, pulling it free of your shirt as your feeble protests die in your throat - heated arousal making any denials difficult.

Fuck- you loved him like this. All business and action, decisive and determined. It was an attitude that had left you screaming louder than the wild dogs which roamed the abandoned wastelands.

Cowboy hat still lovingly perched atop his head, his face dips to your chest to replace his hand and blunted teeth roll across your nipple, the nub quickly peaking due to the cruel attention. His other hand still on your shoulder, both of your hands wrap around the back of his neck to pull him closer as he steals the breath from your throat.

Wordlessly panting, a low grunt escapes you as his teeth sink in to the flesh just to the side of your nipple - the skin there feeling sensitive and raw as he sucks it into his mouth, his intent to leave a livid mark in its wake clear. It's an uncomfortable sensation but hot as hell as you rub your thighs together, feeling the growing moisture there with a lightheaded frenzy making your thoughts fuzzy.

"Fuck, Cooper. You're gonna tear a chunk from me."

"A mighty fine idea. Maybe I will." He mutters into your breast before righting himself, looming to his full height once more. "I bet you'd taste just fine, all raw and bloody. Wouldn't even need to season you like all the others."

Grimacing at his cannibalistic tendencies, a facet of his personality that you didn't indulge in with quite as much enthusiasm, you glance down at the red mark on your chest - the imprint of his teeth visibly denting into the abused skin as Cooper continued.

"I'm sure I also saw that chunky son of a bitch eyeing up your neck so let's see if I can leave an impression there too."

Again moving too quickly for you to protest, Cooper presses his body into your own in such a way that you are utterly unable to move; trapped beneath his heated frame and the definite scent of leather and coppery blood which never seemed to leave him. He wasn't a jealous man typically but you were eager and more than interested in seeing how far this little game would go.

His roughened tongue licks across your pulse point, tasting the accrued sweat and grime which coats your skin and the wet sensation forces a shudder to run down your spine. He could say what he liked, but when it came to being a tease, he would always be the offending party. He seemed to delight in pushing your buttons with casual, lewd comments and finding particular ways of brushing his body against your own - regardless of who was around to witness it.

Tilting your neck to allow him easier access, he accepts the small boon with enthusiasm as his teeth join his tongue in marking up your skin. Soft kisses are interspersed with savage, quick snaps of his teeth and the dual sensations of pain and pleasure are almost enough to drive you insane as you writhe against him. Taking the hint, he pushes his knee between your legs and you instantly start to grind against his thigh - the stimulation enough to allow you to endure the rough treatment of your neck.

Your hand drops to his groin, cupping his hardened length through his trousers as he growls his appreciation into your skin.

"I think I like you when you're jealous." You taunt. "Maybe I should- fuck, Coop!" You cut off as he bites you once more, this time over the sensitive juncture where your neck meets the shoulder. "Maybe I should make you jealous more often."

"Dangerous game, sweetie." He rumbles in response, running his teeth along your earlobe. "I'm being Mr. Nice at the moment and marking up my property just a little bit, but there's always other ways to get the same results."

"Mmm, and what are you going to do, cowboy? Pulling at his head until he was facing you once more, the jealousy in his eyes is replaced by a burning arousal which you knew meant you were in for a solid ride. "Gonna rustle me up in that lasso of yours? Ride off with me in tow."

"Lasso's too nice for one as fiesty and spirited as you. Won't do shit. Any good rancher knows that a quick brand," his hand drops to your chest once more as his fingers poke at the sensitive mark he had suckled into the skin earlier, "would be best at reminding you who you belong to."

Already littered with scars and markings which showcased your journey through the wastelands better than any story could, the thought of a brand wasn't as off-putting as you might have thought and you rub as his cock with renewed vigour through his trousers as you give a contemplative hum.

"Sounds hot. Maybe if you're good and fuck me til I forgive that little shove into the wall," you lean into him and run your own teeth against his ear, "I'll even think about it, handsome."

[multifandumbmeg]

I think Fallout might actually be the first time I've seen morally gray characters and a complicated political intrigue plot in a future context. And fittingly for us, that political intrigue is almost entirely done in corporate context. Not countries and kings and resources, companies and employees and products. It's easy to take a medieval context and mess around knowing right from wrong and who wins in the end, but it's much harder to sell to a modern audience problems they're facing now pulled all the way to their terrible future conclusions and force them to form their own opinions about right from wrong, what can and can't be redeemed, how far is too far. It makes people very uncomfortable. I love that this show has taken so many people (Like Barb, for instance) and shown how those horrors not of their own creation put them in a situation, and the lengths they felt they had to go to survive- but not just that, the awful weight of it on anyone with a conscious too. You see the same loops play out over and over. The same thing that happened to Barb in her corporate job happened to Coop in the Wasteland is happening to Lucy in the Wasteland. The fathers and daughters of it all. The way Maximus is trapped in cycle after cycle of trying his best, screwing up, starting over only to somehow end up in an even bigger mess. The infinite parallels between Norm and Hank, making you wonder how Hank ended up that way and if it's anything like the circumstances pressing on Norm now. The soldiers (like Cooper and his buddy) seeing war after war and the lies the government and society are selling them to participate. Muldaver going from political activist to Utopia president to raider queen in a quest to save everyone. The vault dweller with the inbred club pointedly saying putting yourself first at the expense of others is EXACTLY what they've been taught to do because this is still America and it's exactly what saved their ancestors. The struggle against and amongst the overseers and the overarching theme of knowledge damning you to a thankless cause that ultimately seems to ruin you and not even succeed. And all of this is coming out of a platform owned by one of the world's (and ofc America's) richest and most wicked billionaires, known for his poor treatment of his own workers. I don't think for a second that's going under the radar for the writers, it somehow only makes the whole thing that much more relevant. Also, for all the morally gray characters, the trying their best unpleasant good guys and so on, there are real bad guys too. We've yet to see one good reason for anything Hank has done. He just seems like a bit of a vengeful sociopath if we're being honest. Even if he truly loves his family, the stuff he's done has all served a different end that he only claims very unconvincingly is for the betterment of all society. He truly lacks empathy and does not attempt to correct that, but rather leans into it. Because in our real world situation, even if they sometimes have positive qualities, there are absolutely villains. People whose actions are not morally complicated, they are simply selfish, cruel, and detrimental to everyone except themselves. All that to say, I really do think this show is doing a spectacular job at something very difficult and uncommon, and is quite brave and bold in its message despite everything.