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My prayers have not been answered 😔

I need more platonic Cooper Howard & daughter or kid!reader, I NEED SO MUCH MORE PLEASE. LET THIS MAN BE A FATHER GODDAMN IT😭

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HAPPY PRIDE MONTH‼️‼️🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️ BE WHO YOU AAAAAARE FOR YOUR PRIIIIIIIIDE

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I need more platonic Cooper Howard & daughter or kid!reader, I NEED SO MUCH MORE PLEASE. LET THIS MAN BE A FATHER GODDAMN IT😭

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Just a silly little drawing of my husband😚😚

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THEYRE SO CUTE

Got REALLY REALLY tired of not being able to hug Dutch and Hosea so I fixed that problem

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William Afton is a literal Furry😭

how are there antifurry fnaf fans. truly wild to me. What game are you playing.

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You can’t tell me Hellfire from The Hunchback of Notre Dame doesn’t fit Raphael x Tav, someone please please PLEASE make a Raphael x Tav fic based of this song😭

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Out and About

Relationship: Cooper “The Ghoul” Howard x Child!Reader

Fandom: Fallout

Request: Yes by @that-teen2003

Warnings: Fluff, Brief Angst

Word Count: 858

Main Masterlist: Here

Fallout Masterlist: Here

Summary: When a kid suddenly pops up in the Wasteland, you treat that child like a bear cub; don’t even look at it until you’ve confirmed it’s alone.

A vault suit sticks out like a sore thumb in the desert of the Wasteland. It was so bright, and blue, and very impractical for the harsh reality of the terrain. That is why when he saw it, Cooper’s interest was peaked. That and the cowboy hat the person sported much like his own. Because it was not even a fully grown human wearing the offending garment; it was a child.

The Ghoul looked around as the small being was wandering the rough terrain with cautious eyes. Surely this child was not alone. But it just kept exploring as if it had done it its entire life. He kept a safe distance as he followed the child, just hoping that this belonged to someone nearby. But no one ever came. No mom, no dad, no authority of any kind came to collect this child.

It was currently climbing inside of an old house when Cooper noticed how fast the sun was setting. There would be horrible things coming for that child in the dark of the night. He heard a crash, and immediately drew his gun before running inside the decrepit house. What he saw shocked him. There this little child was, nursing a small fire with a can of cram in its hands that it was eating.

In the firelight, Howard noticed that this small child was a girl, probably no older than six. It reminded him of his little Janey that remained as vivid as ever in his memory two hundred years later. Without consciousness, he began to move closer by did not see the empty can that was right in front of him. He accidentally kicked the object, sending it flying and clanging about the home which startled the child. She let out a yelp, and held her food closer to her chest as she stared at the new person with fear in her eyes. Cooper held out a hand to calm her down, and placed his gun back on his hip. She moved closer to see who the new man was.

“Whoa.” She breathed out and nearly dropped her food. There was no fear left in her eyes after comprehending The Ghoul before her. Suddenly, she was up on her feet and ran straight to the man who was utterly confused. Even with him crouched, she only came up to his chest. Her tiny arms struggled to wrap around him.

“It’s you! It’s you,” came her exclamation. Her voice trailed off as she settled but Cooper was stiff as a board. Pulling the child away, he looked at her closer. She was thin and sunburnt from surviving the Wasteland but her teeth looked good still.

“Whatcha talkin’ ‘bout, little one?” Cooper’s hairless brow furrowed as he knelt down to be on her level.

“You’re Cooper Howard. You’re da sheriff from T.V.” Her toothy grin showed. There were a couple missing, but she did not seem to care. Taking off her hat, she passed it to the man with all the innocence only a child cold have.

“Can you sign dis, please?”

That one ask broke him inside. He felt his heart shattering. It had been so long since someone had asked him to do that; he had completely forgotten the feeling. This little child had thawed his blackened heart in a matter of seconds.

“Where you from darlin’? Why you out here all by yourself lonesome and not with your momma?” Cooper chose to avoid her question, knowing that he did not have any instrument to sign the hat. The child, whose name was still a mystery, looked down at her feet that were kicking around sand before she answered.

“My mommy was behind me, den she wasn’t. She told me to run, so I did cause Mommy said I have to listen to her widout question here. I don’t know where she is.” Again, The Ghoul felt his heart break. Chances were, that woman was long dead and chose to spare her child the same fate. It seemed to have worked, but the could not have been out of the vaults long.

“Well, little one. What’s your name? Seein’ as you know mine,” said Cooper. He tried to smile kindly and not scare off the child, although she seems to not be the slightest bit afraid. She supplied her name, and took a much needed bite of food.

“Can I stay with you? It’s scary up here alone.” Even without those puppy eyes she was giving, Cooper already knew his answer. He nodded and walked over to the fire once more. Sitting with his back to the wall, Howard added some more tinder to the fire and was shoved slightly. The girl had moved his arm so that she was curled up against his side, with her head on his chest. Her can of food was empty and discarded as she drifted off to sleep.

Muscle memory kicked in. Cooper checked her breathing, and looked around for any potential threats lurking. With his gun at the ready, he slipped into a light sleep with a little girl on his chest once more.

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ATARAFAGAHAGAYATAHAGAHAGSYGAGA

First look at PEDRO PASCAL in The Last Of Us Season 2

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Can I request a fic for rdr2 with Charles Smith where the Reader either shaves her head or had it forcefully shaved and she gets sad? I recently shaved my head and I’m happy with it, but I theres moments that I look in the mirror and I’m like “oh” and feel a bit sad. If you do write this thank you so much❤️ I hope you have a wonderful day and remember to drink water and sleep🫶🏻

Yessss ofc I can! Shaved heads look amazing imo

Charles Smith x Fem! Reader with a shaved head.

Warnings: none just fluff :)

You had decided to wake up early. Earlier than normal.

Today was a day for change, you thought so at least. Some people wouldn’t agree with what you were about to do, the more conservative ones at least. But you didn’t care, it would benefit you, and make you feel good and that’s all that mattered.

You made your way down to the nearby river that camp was set up next to, scissors and a razor you stole from Arthur in hand. You had decided to shave your hair off. After a lot of consideration you decided that this is what would be best for you, you didn’t care what any of the other gang members thought, any of the towns folk, hell you didn’t even care what Charles thought and his opinion mattered most out of all those peoples because you were together.

But you had every right to do what you wanted with yourself. So you went ahead with it, taking your time as to make sure you didn’t cut or nick yourself with the scissors or razor. It took you until the sun was fully over the horizon to finish with your hair.

You were staring into the water of the river, watching your hair flow away with the current when you caught a glimpse of your reflection.

“Oh, what have I done?” You thought out loud. You ran your hands over your now shaved head. Regret now taking over your senses.

You were so busy regretting your decision, you hasn’t even noticed Charles was coming up behind you from the tree line.

“Y/n?” He called out confused. Of course he was confused, you looked different from the last time he had seen you the night before. You turned around quickly, feeling almost shameful to be seen by him in your current state of distress, and your new hairstyle.

He walked closer to you, a glimpse of worry crossing his features. “What happened?” He asked, grazing his hand over your face. “What’s wrong?” Tone serious.

“I shaved my head.” You replied looking to the ground. You thought he’d react in disgust to what you’d done to your hair. “You chose this?” He asked, you couldn’t make out his tone with this question.

“Yes.” You replied, you started playing with your fingers out of nervousness. “It looks nice.” He states. “Can see your face much better.” He gently slips a finger under your chin, using it to move your face so he can observe you.

You were shocked that he was fine with your decision. Charles could see the shock settling on your face. “What?” He asks looking into your eyes.

“We’ll I just thought…” you pause for a moment “I just thought you wouldn’t like it. It’s not common in women.” You respond looking away.

“Well, I think you’re beautiful inside and out. Some hair isn’t going to change that.” He says, looking into your eyes.

“You promise? That you mean that?” You ask quietly.

“I promise.” He whispers. “Now come on, let’s get back to camp.” He says, smiling and taking your hand.

You hold his hand all the way back to camp. Giddy that he liked your new look.

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cowgirl gf... save me... cowgirl gf...

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CHARLES SMITH DESERVES MORE LOVE!!!!

He so pretty and lovely and i don't understand why people don't fall in love with him on first sight

IKR!! charles smith will forever be one of my all-time favorites.

while he may seem a bit socially awkward at first, i just know he'd be such a gentleman once you got to know him. he'd treat you like the most precious thing in the world. need help with something? laundry, robbin'? he'd jump at the opportunity to help you.

he's a quiet man, so i feel like his love language would be through acts of service or physical touch. always has a hand on your hip or sticks right by your side when y'all are out in public. you wouldn't have to worry about anyone bothering you.

he'd be such a gentle lover and the most loyal friend you could imagine. we see his dedication time and time again throughout the game. charles smith needs more love. i adore that beefy guy.

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Can we stop writing small smut fics without adding a simple MDNI or 18+ warning first for the teens that are on here? I was just looking through my tags and I see a mini smut fic that just goes STRAIGHT into it. There was no “read more” option for when a fic cuts off, usually for smut or if it’s a long fic, and there was absolutely no MDNI or 18+ warning. There are teens on this app that do NOT need to be reading stuff like that, and how are they supposed to know they aren’t supposed to be reading it without a warning? I understand what minors choose to read is their choice and not the fault of the author, but if the author doesn’t let the minors know they aren’t supposed to interact, let alone read, then it is the authors fault for said teens to consume that kind of content. If you are under 18, you are too young to be reading smut. If you choose to read it, you’re problem, no one can control what you choose to read. But when fics say MDNI you should respect the authors wishes and get outta there. They shouldn’t be at fault for what you read when they warned you.

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"I'm honestly at this point begging the fandom to acknowledge Cass is Casey's mom. Seriously, I rarely ever see Mom Cass ANYWHERE! Casey very clearly has memories/knows who his mom is at the end of the movie. I just feel Cassandra gets the short end of the stick with her own kid in fan work 😭"

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wife reveal

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If you’re gonna make a smut fic please specify which sexual acts that will be in it I don’t want to be surprised attacked by a nigga getting his butt fingered