#cooper day x you

[nvrswrld]

Fell in Love With a Girl — Cooper Day

"Fell in love with a girl / I fell in love once and almost completely / She's in love with the world / But sometimes these feelings can be so misleading"

— in which Cooper comes clean to you about his troubles with Emma.

cooper day x gn!reader

tags: swearing, second person pov, fluff, not proofread, kinda shitty in my opinion but i tried my best

"Cooper, what's taking so long?" You inquired, feeling more and more frustrated with the boy. He was supposed to be helping you with your missing assignments, but he got sidetracked by a notification from his laptop. He was so distracted that he spent about three minutes staring at the screen, literally frozen in place. It was annoying, and the worst thing was that it was the third time he had been distracted by it, which meant that your work was taking even longer to complete.

The only reason why you even had missing assignments was because you got sick the previous week.

Strep throat. Possibly one of the worst and best illnesses a person can get. You felt like shit most of the time, but the upside was that you wouldn't have to go to school until it cleared. You just happened to catch it from a guy in your math class; how that happened was a damn mystery. You kept your distance and moved as far away from him as possible every time he so little as parted his lips to speak, but you still caught it. As a result, you took a week off from school, which didn't seem too bad at first, but that was until Cooper gave you an update on everything that went down during the week you spent at home whining about your sore throat and chugging shitty medicine. And it was one hell of an update, for sure.

He soon shifted his focus away from the screen and quickly closed it. He covered his face and moaned as he stood up from his desk and returned to his bed to sit next to you again. "Sorry, sorry. What were we talking about?"

You close your workbook, using your pencil to bookmark the page, and place it beside you. "Numbers and shit. Who was that?"

"Who was who?" You should have known he would respond to your question with one of his own. He always did this, and it was infuriating. In his defense, though, he didn't have to tell you who he was talking to if he didn't want to, therefore he was justified. Irritating as fuck, but justified.

"Don't play dumb," you advised, rolling your eyes at his feigned confusion. "Who were you emailing just now?" Cooper shrugged and glanced around the room. "Why does it matter?"

"It must matter since you keep running back to your laptop every two minutes."

"Well, it's closed now, so you don't have to worry about it. Lucky you." Cooper was not an open person, and you knew it. Everyone knew it. That being said, his dismissive behavior wasn't unusual. He always bottled up his emotions since he didn't know how to express them without assuming he sounded stupid. Unfortunately for him, you were nosy and constantly pestered him when he didn't tell you something, so he usually caved.

"Are you hiding something from me?"

He gave you a puzzled, defensive expression. "What makes you think I'm hiding something from you?"

"You're not denying it." Your logic garnered you a sneer from him, but he chose to simply change the subject to avoid further conflict.

"The more you argue with me over this, the more time you're wasting." He wasn't necessarily wrong about that, either. Instead of pressuring him to talk about it, you picked up your workbook and got back to work. Around twenty minutes later, you left to go to the bathroom, but when you finished and headed back to Cooper's room, he was sitting at his desk. Again. Instead of announcing your presence, you silently closed his bedroom door and crept up behind him, skimming through his laptop screen. He was reading an email from a girl who said she "missed him" and had been "thinking about him all day". It was a tough read, but it offered a great opportunity to make fun of him.

"Who's Emma?" You finally spoke up with a sly grin. Cooper jumped and shut his laptop in less than a second. He gave you an annoyed glare before sweeping his curls out of his face and looking away. He stood up from his chair and attempted to distance himself from you out of embarrassment.

"A friend," he mumbled.

"That didn't sound like a friend," you retorted.

"Why are you so worried about it?" Instead of answering his question, you mocked him.

You grabbed his arm and began swinging it, annoying him even more. Truth be told, you weren't particularly pleased with what you had found, but you were trying your best to conceal your displeasure via exaggerated excitement techniques. You had a mini-crush on him for a while (at least that's what you called it to persuade yourself that you didn't want him and were just being irrational for a year straight), and it was relatively upsetting to learn that he was talking to some girl he never mentioned to you. "Aw, Cooper has a girlfriend!"

He let you swing his arm, although he didn't seem thrilled about it. "She's not my girlfriend." You snorted and rolled your eyes. "Okay, sure," you replied, not believing him in the slightest. "And I'm not failing algebra."

"No, seriously," he affirmed. "She's not. We just started talking, like, a week ago."

"And how did that happen?"

It took him a while to gather enough courage to answer that question. "...she called me sexy."

"...seriously? Just- just straight up?" Cooper nodded. You cringed a bit. "Is she in any of your classes?" You asked. Little did you know, you wouldn't be prepared for his response. "...she's a junior."

"She's a what?!"

"Hear me out—"

"No!" That was odd. Wasn't it odd? How often did a freshman and a junior get together? Not very. You couldn't even begin to articulate your concern. Where do you even start? There was a lot to unpack in those three words. "Do you not see the issue with that?"

He shrugged awkwardly. "Yeah, but she's hot, and I'm me. M'not really a chick magnet, so I kinda have to take what I can get."

"Take what you can get?" You repeated in astonishment. You had more to say, but he interrupted you before you had time to finish. "Plus, we already made out a lot, so I kinda dug myself into a hole." As if it couldn't get any worse...

Your eyes widened. The situation was almost unfathomable, and you could feel yourself about to explode out of anger. "Have you lost your mind?"

"I'm sixteen; what's the issue?" He asked in defense. You would've laughed at that lie if you weren't pissed off.

"You're fifteen, Cooper. Stop telling people that." For some unexplained reason, he kept lying about being a year older than he was. He'd been doing it since he was twelve, and it was actually pretty cute. And stupid.

"Well, I'm almost sixteen."

"Your birthday was two months ago."

"Still. That's basically a young adult."

"Not even!" He shook his head and sighed. "Why are we even talking about this?"

"I don't know," you replied. "Why are you dating a junior?" Cooper flung his head back, annoyed, before sitting on the edge of his bed. "We aren't dating, okay? And even if she was a freshman, I still wouldn't date her." That claim perplexed you. You stood in front of him, looking down at him with curiosity. "Why not?" You questioned.

He placed his elbow on his knee and let his chin rest in the palm of his hands. "Because she's not into me."

"But you just said she called you—"

"I know," he interjected. "You don't get it, though. She thinks I'm an idiot." He looked up at you for a minute, only to be met with your blank stare. "She's just using me to write shit for her."

"So, you don't like her; you just like being used?" You asked. He sneered at your cluelessness.

"I don't like being used. I just like the attention."

You sat down beside him, hands in your lap. You mumbled a soft "damn" and peered at the floor alongside him. "That fuckin' sucks."

"You don't say?" He replied sarcastically, leading you to nudge his shoulder. He sighed hopelessly and continued his rant. "I don't think I'm ever getting in a relationship at this point."

"Don't say that," you pleaded. "You never know."

"I do know, though," he argued. "I'm weird. I don't fit anyone's standards. Not that I even care for relationships, but—"

"You fit mine."

Your honesty seemed to catch him off guard for a moment. He paused for a few seconds before proceeding with the conversation. "That's not what I meant, y/n. You're just a friend."

"That's not what I meant, either." He gazed at you, his eyes conveying his uncertainty. "I didn't mean it in a friendly way."

Cooper stared at you, completely stumped. You grumbled and rolled your eyes before clarifying yourself for him. For someone so smart, he could be so naive. "You idiot—I like you. That's what I meant."

Despite your clear confession, you were anything but calm. You wanted to bash your head through his window because you had just made the entire conversation awkward. Awkward because he was staring at you, visibly uncomfortable. Or maybe he was just stunned. You had hoped he was just stunned. Regardless, the room was quiet, which was enough to drive you insane on the inside.

"...dude, why?" He eventually asked.

"Why what?"

"Why me?"

"Why not?" You shrugged with sass but kept your attention away from him. You would prefer to not see your best friend become uncomfortable in your presence. Being in his presence at that moment was enough to make you want to shoot yourself in the head. "You really do have shitty taste in guys," he taunted, hoping to lighten the mood for you. You let out a bitter scoff. "But on a serious note, I didn't think you thought of me like that..."

"You learn something new every day." He cracked a brief chuckle before going back to his serious demeanor. You, however, were not laughing. "I'd rather you over Emma, y'know."

"Is that really the compliment you think it is?" You asked softly.

"Depends on how you take it," he replied. "But I did like her at first, just so you know. Before I even knew what she was up to. So do you know what that means?" It meant that even if he liked Emma, he still would have preferred you. Suddenly, you didn't want a bullet in your skull anymore. "Oh," you muttered while trying your best to not smile too hard. "Cool, cool. That's, like, rad."

"That's it?" He complained. "Just 'rad'?"

"Obviously not," you denied. "I just don't know how to react appropriately."

"How would you react if you were alone?" He asked, to which you immediately responded.

"I'd scream."

He raised his eyebrows and grinned. "I guess that's fair. But do you know what I want to do?" You tilted your head to the side, urging him to continue. But he said nothing. Without wasting another second, he leaned into your proximity and connected your lips, as if he was testing the waters before diving in fully. The kiss was neither short nor too long. You eventually reciprocated, allowing your hands to drift to his face and grasp onto him. You didn't want him to pull away, but he did eventually. He took a breath and smiled nervously while backing away from you. Meanwhile, you were still trying to process his actions.

"…why'd you pull away?" You spoke up, giving him a fake look of disapproval. "I wasn't supposed to?"

"Did I say you could?" Cooper shook his head. "Exactly. So get back over here and kiss me before I throw a fit."

"As you wish."

written by @nvrswrld

[whosbloom]

Cooper Day » Sweet Tooth

day 7 of flufftober

⋆.˚ summary: after your Halloween candy goes missing you know almost immediately who’s at fault

⋆.˚ fluff , hitting him with a candy bag (I had to)

“Mom, where did my bag go?” You called out when you entered the kitchen, your makeup from the night before smudged under your eyes and your hair a toddled mess.

“Which bag? I only saw Cooper’s last night.” She explained while washing the dishes, not looking back at you from her position.

You hummed in acknowledgment before turning on your heel and went back upstairs to your room, grabbing the closest jacket and slipped into it, before putting on your shoes and decided to pay Cooper a visit.

“I’m gonna go check with Cooper to see if he has it, I’ll be back soon.” You said while heading towards the door, waiting for her to respond before going outside and quickly jogging down towards the sidewalk, before turning the corner and practically booked it to his house.

Thankfully sing the two of you lived close it didn’t take long until you were on his doorstep, knocking rapidly on the door.

You were greeted by his mom, quickly saying you were there to talk to Cooper, before she sent you up to his room.

“Coop?” You spoke up when you opened his door, seeing him sprawled out on his bed still passed out, two bags of candy laid on the floor next to it.

You huffed and walked over, grabbing the one you knew was yours and picked it up, seeing that thankfully he hadn’t taken all of it.

You spun the handles around each other to get a good grip on the bag, before using it to wake him up by hitting him on the back, watching as he jolted away.

“Jesus! Hey—hey. What are you doing here?” He grumbled as he rubbed his eyes, rolling onto his back and nearly fell to the floor.

“You stole my candy, dickwad.” You huffed and held up your bag to prove a point, watching as his gaze met yours and a sheepish smile formed on his lips.

“Oops?” He shrugged and sat up, running his hands over his face and let out a yawn.

You sighed and sat down on the edge of his bed, looking at the candy wrappers that were scattered across his blankets and nightstand.

“You have the biggest sweet tooth I’ve ever seen.. how have your teeth not fallen out yet?”

“No clue.. but lucky for you I didn’t even get to your bag yet.” He smiled and moved closer to you, his head finding its place on your shoulder.

“I’m not happy with you right now.” You grumbled out, lips pressed into a thin line.

He lifted his head and gave you puppy-dog eyes, a silent plea for forgiveness as he lifted his hands to cup your face.

“I’m sorry I took the candy.. please forgive me? I’ll give you some of mine in return.” He smiled hopefully at you, planting a kiss on your cheek.

You sighed and rolled your eyes playfully, before a small smile tugged at your lips. “Fine.. but I expect all my favorites.”

“Of course, I’m on it.” He gave you another short kiss before leaning over the side of his bed and grabbed his candy bag, sifting through and pulled out a handful of things for you.

You happily took them and placed them in your bag, looking back at him to catch him leaning in, quickly pecking your lips, making you smile even more.

“Still mad at me?”

“Somehow no.”

tags: @lemoniiiiiii , @jazz-berry , @xrag-dollx (ask to be added!!)

[teastainedprose]

Too Sweet - Ch. 1 (Cooper Howard x Reader)

A settler selling wares in Filly catches The Ghoul's eye. Inspired by a Tumblr post asking for an angst fic to Hozier's Too Sweet. 1,753 words | [AO3] No warnings yet, only innocent flirting. Banner from @eupheme

The first time he spots you, Cooper thinks nothing of it. Sure, you look a little less worn down compared to the usual rabble roaming Filly. Certainly scrubbed a little cleaner than most but so were the rest of your companions. The lot of you are a curiosity for sure, but he's seen plenty of attractive women over the ages and known a handful carnally. He's not the sort of man to let a pretty face distract him. No, you don't get a second glance from the ghoul as he goes about his business. 

It's not until your laughter catches Cooper by the ear that he starts paying attention. Jerks his head right round at the sunny sound, attention diverting from the bounty board as he watches you engage with a customer. You laugh again, a merry delight that lights your face right up while the elderly woman you're chatting with laughs along. She's made brighter for being so close to you while you've suddenly become the sun in Cooper's eyes. A brightness he has to squint at when he looks over again to drink you in. His long-dead heart decides that it's about time to do a little flip.

That's a sensation he's not keen on feeling. Cooper hums under his breath, frown settling on his worn lips. He tugs the brim of his hat lower, turning away as he tries to focus on the task at hand. No good can come of fancying any sort of infatuation on a smoothie like you. You're not the sort of creature deserving of the trouble he could bring.

Yet Cooper finds he can't quite help himself. Wasteland life is full of little pleasures and looking at you sure counts as a bit of pleasure. Why not indulge?

The rest of the day as he sits waiting for a client to show, his eyes flicker over you. Wherever you're from, it's certainly kinder to you than what most folks in the Wasteland see. You almost look as soft as some fresh-faced Vaultie, but he can see that your hands are well-worn as you exchange produce for caps. A farmer of sorts. Homesteader.

He listens with a keener ear to the gossip swirling about you and those in your group. A little settler band situated out east, closer to the mountains and closer to what manages to grow green. He picks up that your lot wanders in every few weeks with produce to sell, or trade to stock up the settlement the collective group runs. 

Idly, he wonders what horseshit sort of ideology your commune might be sunk into, but if you're looking to spread a new sort of gospel none of your ilk seem keen on sharing it here. You're a welcome addition to the economy of Filly and it's clear that many enjoy the taste of hope this band of settlers bring in with their harvest. Cooper figures that's indoctrination enough from the harsh reality the Wasteland offers up.

Cooper finds himself wandering over to Ma June's place under the pretense of stocking up on supplies. There's suspicion in her eyes as he drops his intended purchases onto the counter but that's not out of the ordinary. There's always suspicion in the looks Ma June gives him, but she'll take his caps all the same.

"Say, now what's with that group of lil' farmers hauling in their produce like that? Can't imagine those soft-lookin' sorts making their way all the way here unmolested," he drawls out. His smile is crooked as Cooper counts through his caps to pay.

"Settlers, but the well-armed sort. No point in trifling with them. Too well-liked here for their fresh food supply they haul in," Ma June pulls the caps towards her, gaze fixed on the ghoul as she mutters. "They'll trade with ya, but keep out of their business. Ya hear?"

A hum escapes Cooper as he considers this, leaning onto the counter while glancing out the dusty window towards where you stand at the stall. He casually stashes his purchases into his saddlebag while going on conversationally.  "Well- Is that so? They a regular sort of fixture here in Filly now?"

"Have been setting up that stall going on half a year now. Surprised you've yet to come across 'em. Best cherry tomatoes you'll find in the Wasteland." Ma June eases back, arms crossing over her chest as a sour look settles in place on her worn face.

Another speculative hum escapes Cooper as he digests this information before he tips his hat to Ma June and goes on his way. Which happens to lead him straight to your stall.

Once there, Cooper casually plucks up potatoes, a handful of cherry tomatoes, and okra. All of it looks as vegetables should, the sort he would have found at the grocery store before everything went to shit. 

"How much for this lot?" He sets the small bounty atop the open space on the stall. Cooper gives you his Hollywood smile that would charm the pants off of any woman in bygone days, except now his face is a leathery wreck and his teeth are yellowed with age. Most people instantly flinch away in disgust.

Not you.

You smile like the morning sun towards him as you step closer while dusting your hands off on your pants. The bit of dirt smeared on your face only seems to enhance your features in Cooper's eyes. The look you give him is almost shy once you meet his gaze, smiling warmly up to him. 

Cooper finds that curious. He's familiar with a scowl or grimace of disgust when anyone looks him in the face, but here you are gracing him with an easy smile. A customer is a customer, he figures, and he'll do well enough. Yet, your friendliness doesn't feel like an act. Even after all these years, Cooper Howard still can clock other actors.

"Fifteen caps for the whole lot, but I'll throw in an extra sweet potato for the smile." You wink. Wink right at him as your smile grows. "They're good for ya, handsome." You add casually, the smile tugging up further into a cheeky grin. Your expression shifts. Playful. Coy. Interested.

Ain't that something? Cooper doesn't falter at the full force of your attention. He's too old and worn for that, but he sure does grin right back with a twinkle in his eye. Even an old ghoul like him can enjoy a pretty thing like you openly flirting with him.

Now that he’s heard it, Cooper decides your voice is sweet as a silver bell. The sort of soothing tone that reminds him of rain softly pelting a windowpane. It's the sort of sound that makes him wish to stay and listen for a while, tucked into the warmth that he suddenly wants you to offer up. He wants to get you talking to hear more. Wonders how he can coax you into a conversation.

That’s a fucking stupid idea. Cooper mentally shakes himself free of the passing fancy, head tilting ever so slightly as he peers down at you from the shadow of his hat. "Mhm. Ain't trying to get me hooked now are you, sweetheart?

"Something like that." 

“Well now, reckon vegetables ain’t the worst sort of vice a man can get lost in.” Cooper still can’t help himself. He lets his eyes wander right down your body before flicking back up to your face, what sort of vice he’s pondering made clear.

That flush on your cheeks blooms all the hotter as you laugh for him, the sound an utter delight when directed his way. You smile, sweet and shy now as you pluck up a hefty sweet potato to set beside the rest of his purchases. 

“Oh, well-” You start, stop with a small shake of your head as you smile all the wider. Utterly disarmed.

Cooper counts out the requested coin with a speculative hum, mirth sparking in his eyes as it seems he’s rendered you speechless. It’s down-right adorable if he’s being honest with himself. You’re a right little temptation he’d like to play with further. A dangerous thought.

Setting the coins onto the counter, he's swift in sweeping up his new bounty and stowing it all away into a pouch within his saddle bag. This close you're too bright and Cooper knows he's in trouble. Best to break away before you pull him into your orbit in full.

“You take care of yourself now, sweetheart,” Cooper drawls. He tips his hat towards you and turns away with spurs clicking. You watch him go, cheeks still flaming.

You know who he is. The Ghoul, the most famous Bounty Hunter the radiated Wastelands has to offer. You've heard all the rumors and truer tales about him all your life but nothing could prepare you for seeing him in the flesh. A dangerous sort of creature. A man who always brings his bounty in. 

You'd been watching him all day, stealing glances as you work. Now that you've seen him up close and personal? You're down-right fascinated. He’s nothing like the monster the stories painted him out to be. At least, he certainly wasn’t monstrous to you. There’s something captivating about him. Charming, even. 

You’ve seen ghouls before, of course. You know their kind as some live on the settlement with you. The majority end up shambling and ungainly, limbs no longer listening as the radiation rot wars with their regeneration abilities. A confusion that makes most of them uncoordinated and awkward in their transformed bodies, but The Ghoul? He’s got a swagger to his step that reminds you of those cowboys you’ve seen on ancient holotapes. 

He’s been lurking at the edge of your awareness all day, your head cocking in his direction to listen to the cadence of his voice as he bartered for bullets and talked business outside of the bar over yonder.

A thrill had jolted through you the moment he started to move towards your stall. The nervous energy thrumming through you had been made all the worse when you met The Ghoul’s gaze for the first time. A woman could find herself lost in such eyes and you’d certainly tripped right into them. Boldly meeting this stranger’s gaze and enjoying every second his attention was on you.

Shame he left so quickly. You sigh, turning back to count out bottlecaps he’d left as you turn your attention back to work. Best not to think about it. You’re unlikely to see that legend ever again.

[mlmxreader]

Fallout + pet names/terms of endearment

these are ALL m!reader - please don't be weird abt it if you aren't mlm/nblm

jncludes: MacCready, Preston, Hancock, Nick, Cooper Howard/The Ghoul & Maximus

MacCready

handsome, trouble, sugar, bad boy (playfully)

MacCready rolled over from his place on the left side of the bed, a soft groan coming from the back of his throat as he noticed the sunshine starting to trickle in through the cracks in the wall; he couldn't believe it was morning already, but when he set his eyes on you, still fast asleep next to him, he couldn't help but to smile as he gently nudged you.

"Morning, handsome," his voice was quiet and low, still thick with sleep. "C'mon, it's time to get going."

Preston

sweet, General (playfully), husband, Prince charming

It was getting late when you and Preston finally got back home after helping out a settlement in need; the stars were shining brightly, almost as if the world hadn't turned to utter shit around you. Preston couldn't help it, stealing a fond glance your way as he smiled and allowed his shoulders to drop all their tension for the first time that day.

"We're almost home," he said softly. "Not long now, sweet."

Hancock

love, beloved, sweetheart, casanova, sunshine

Hancock had been locked in his office all day, dealing with the various goings on in Goodneighbor and hardly speaking to anyone at all except to ask for the odd bit of Jet here and there to keep him going; he was completely oblivious when you sat yourself down opposite his desk, tilting your head to the side and raising your brows expectantly. You had to clear your throat to get his attention, and when you did, he looked up at you with the upmost fondness.

"Sorry, sweetheart," he almost laughed. "I'll be right there."

Nick

honey, old man, beau, darling

The music was playing loudly as you and Nick sat down at what you could only guess was a pub, although there was hardly anyone around except for a few regulars. It was nice to get away from the hustle and bustle of Diamond City, as well as the nastiness from its residents that weren't exactly kind about your relationship with Nick. A quick look around, and you hummed under your breath at the realisation that nobody actually cared or even noticed.

"Alright, beau," Nick said as he lit up a cigarette. "You sit here, and I'll go get your drinks."

Cooper

cowboy, daddy-o, hot stuff, romeo

At best, Cooper was difficult; selfish and violent, he didn't exactly care what anyone else said or thought about him. He was always the shoot first, ask questions never type - whatever brought him whatever it was he wanted at the time. But even still, as he worked on getting a fire started for the night, he did find it difficult to take his eyes from you; you were the most fucking handsome guy he had ever seen in all his years, and at night, it seemed like the stars became trapped in your eyes.

"C'mon, cowboy," he said suddenly. "Sit down an' eat somethin'."

Maximus

sweetheart, angel, pumpkin, tiger, teddy bear

Maximus grinned as he sat down beside you, thankful to have some spare time just for the two of you; a little bit giddy, he handed you the glass bottle of Nuka Cherry. Outside, the weather was hot and almost sweltering, but amongst the wooden walls of the abandoned shack, it wasn’t so bad.

"I managed to find the last one," he told you, nearly laughing. "What'd you think, angel?"

[justtakeout]

"sheldon, i know you're not a fan of sports, but it would mean so much to leonard to have his father in the stands supporting him."

"he knows i love him despite his foolish and embarrassing hobby."

-bnw version

iain is my reference for leonard. i remember someone (forgot who) made a headcanon that leonard is the one that looks like sheldon but has amy's personality, while shamy's daughter looks like amy but has sheldon's personality ;>

[crossingthedreams]

blood — the ghoul x f!reader

a/n: yay, i’m posting day 04 — blood on day 06! lol, i’m terrible at time management, but i’m still set on doing this whole challenge! and also, fight me, but walton goggins as the ghoul is INSANELY hot. also, his wife is directing a movie starring him and pedro pascal, so I guess i’m still very much in my comfort zone…? anyway, enjoy! 

summary: humanity is not exclusive to humans, violence is definitely not exclusive to humans. and, apparently, neither is being loved by other humans.

word count: 2k

warnings: angst. age gap. mentions of smut. violence. aggression towards the reader. blood. bad jokes, lol

You couldn’t really fix him, but irredeemableness was hot sometimes.

You ran into each other for the first time about a decade ago, when you were only a young girl finding a place in the world. What caught his eyes all those years ago was the way you naturally knew morals were relative, but ethics were not. An eye for an eye, kill or be killed, that was the law of the wastelands — you realized this very soon, and your priorities were only to enjoy whatever time you had on this violent, destroyed, weird, but still beautiful Earth. 

He helped you get your very first job making inventories for a big store in a small town where he stopped by to collect bounty, and from then on you made quite a life for yourself. You knew mathematics, and you had quite the way with words. Being a young woman helped, too. Customers always liked pretty things. 

He visited you every now and then. You were his only ally left in this town. He came by when he could and stayed while he pleased, never one to announce his arrival or departure. Once he disappeared for two years, and you were sure he was dead — dead for real.

As always, he proved himself resistant. Like a radroach. 

You weren’t the least surprised when he walked in through the front door of your store like he owned the place, looking around and whistling in a complementary fashion. 

“Who’d you sleep with to get such a… prestigious job, sweetheart?”, his half smile matched his mischievous expression. That accent was unmistakable.

You closed the book you were writing the inventory, not bothering to greet or acknowledge him. 

“We’re closed”. 

“Even for dear ol’ friends?”.

“Oh, I’m sorry, did closed mean something else in the good ol’ days?”, your response was harsher than you thought, as you kept on organizing the balcony. He liked it, though, always one to nurture any violence you had within you, even if it was directed towards him. 

The half smile was still there. “Sweetheart,” his accent was really strong, and it was music to your ears, although you’d never admit, “you have a place full of them goods, and I got a handful of pretty little caps”.

“We can make this work”, you finally let your gaze meet his. He looked even less human than last time. The hole on the place where his nose should be no longer surprised you, but the yellow in his teeth did. You knew he could very well take better care of his hygiene. “What do you need? Clothes, perfume?”.

“Ouch! Kitty’s got claws”, he brought a hand to his chest, pretending to be hurt, and you realized his fingers were more necrotic, too. “I’d like that, yes, but I’d enjoy vials and a nice warm bath much more. Present company invited, but not required”. 

You walked from behind the counter, bringing yourself closer to him. He looked more tired than usual, also restless. His eyes scanned your body from head to toe, taking a little longer in some place. You crossed your arms in front of you, letting him look. As you well knew, customers liked pretty things. 

He took a deep sniff, and his eyes rested on your stomach. 

“You smell like a Christmas dinner, darling”, he took several steps closer, moving faster than you could. What he didn’t know was that, while you cleaned the counter, you got your pistol. Now, that pistol was aiming towards him. 

“You’re acting weird, friend”, if the years had taught you anything, it was to ever trust people, and never rely on the sanity of a ghoul. Even if it was the Ghoul.

He receded, arms up in surrender. “I wasn’t gonna hurt you, gorgeous”, he tilted his head, “I never have”. 

In the many years your paths crossed, he had been a friend, a customer, and sometimes a lover. He never let you please him, barely let you kiss him, but he enjoyed laying you on the bed like a meal and eating you out for as long as he could. This dinner comment of his wouldn’t have alarmed you, but paired with the shifting eyes and the appearance he had on today, you knew there was something wrong. 

“Took me a delicious vial some hours ago, sweetheart”, he spoke calmly, and you realized he understood. In your mind, at least, he saw the roughness in you and understood it. After all, he too had to compromise morals in order to prevail in a batshit world. You liked that he would make you feel understood, even if only for a small amount of time. But you liked surviving more, and better safe than sorry was your life motto. 

You lowered the gun. You weren’t even sure it would hurt him at all. “Why are you here?”.

“You always speak so correctly, doll. Enunciating every. single. word”, he took a step to the side, admiring the pieces behind your counter. The Ghoul looked back from his shoulder. “You’re on your period, huh?”

“What the fuck?”

“Us, ghouls”, he passed a finger on the top of the counter, examining his fingertips afterwards, looking for dust that wasn’t there, “we have a heightened sense of smell, and your blood is mighty fine”, he turned fully towards you, the entire length of the counter between you. 

You put the gun on the counter and crossed your arms. He wanted something, and whatever bullshit he thought he had to tell to get there was, quite honestly, just aggravating. 

You were about to repeat the question, why are you here, but you simply opened and closed your mouth. It would be better to call his name, then ask the question, but you didn’t know his name. Ten years, many encounters, countless times saving each other's asses, and you didn’t know his name. He didn’t know yours, but still. 

“Do ghouls bleed?”, you asked, instead, trying to avoid whatever emotions you just tapped into. Out of sight, out of mind.

He tilted his head. “Why, gorgeous, I don’t know where your mind just went. But I’m damn sure this ain’t the question you wanna ask”. 

You always felt anxious around him, for a number of reasons. If he decided you were better off as food, then you were a goner. If he decided he wanted to kill you, also bye-bye. But what if he did that thing he did sometimes, and looked at you with more humanity than any of the people you grew up with? What if he kissed your neck and made you wonder how touching his skin must feel like? The times you and him got physically involved, he was always very distant. Kept his clothes on, even his hat — except for the one time he let you use it. 

He would let you ride his tight, and he would finger you with gloved hands, too. He went down on you sometimes, and it felt incredible. But that was that. No kissing on the lips, no letting you see him unclothed. 

And that made you wonder…

“...did your dick fall off of you, too?”

“What the fuck?”, it was his turn to be shocked.

The words came out before you could even stop then. Both your hands went straight to your mouth, covering it as if you could it back. The Ghoul looked amused and annoyed at the same time. 

“If you want something, sweetheart, all you have to do is ask”. 

“I-I don-n’t, I didn’t m-mean i-it”, your words were incomprehensible as you tried to lighten the mood, mostly for yourself. Embarrassment didn’t suit you. 

He let out a tiny smile, and pointed to a pair of chairs you owned as if he was the owner. “Sit down”.

“You don’t have to…”, you wanted to make him feel comfortable, but you were far too uneasy to do so. Surely, your cheeks were flushed. 

“Just sit down, woman”.

And so you did. It was rare that the Ghoul would want to talk, let alone have an actual conversation. Truth be told, your curiosity got the best of you. 

“Simply put, yes ghouls bleed, yes ghouls have their, uh, genitals, fully intact. But that’s as far as I know, I don’t go around examining private parts in every ghoul I meet”, you both let out a quiet laugh. “Ask away”. 

Your confusion must have been clear on your face, because he followed: “You can ask me something, and I might reply. In return, you’ll give me some vials and food. Sound good?”

It sounded awful. Yet, you found yourself agreeing. You were a business woman, and information went a long, long way. You just had to be very careful and ask only the right questions. Not too personal, not too detached. And he knew all this, which was way starting off was easy, even if you were still a little embarrassed. 

“Does my blood smell that strongly?”

He let out a loud laugh. It was the first time, in all those years he was your acquaintance, he did so, and you thought it sounded lovely. 

“Yes”, he replied, his eyes darkening. Desire or hunger, you would never know. “Yes, it does. But all blood has a very pungent smell, so don’t go getting self-conscious".

“Would you ever kill me?”.

“Yes”, he said without a care in the world. “And I hope that, if it ever came down to my life or yours, you had the balls to shoot me in the head too”.

You nodded, once. 

“If you ever go feral and I find out, would you want me to kill you?”

He nodded, twice.

“I sure hope you’d do an old man a favor and end his miserable life if he ever lost his mind, girl”, again, there it was. That humanity in his eyes. That which would differ him from humans and ghouls. 

It made you all the more anxious as you looked at his fingers, which looked more necrotic than ever. You liked him, you considered him a friendly stranger and that was the worst part. You picked the flask from inside your coat and passed it to him. 

“Do you want to spend the night?”, you said as he took a long sip. 

He put the flask down and smiled, ever the heart-breaker. “Nah, sweetheart, I got some stuff to attend. I will take my stuff, though”. 

Disappointed, but not surprised, you went to the back to pick up the merchandise he needed. When you came back, his head was down on the table that sat in between the chairs you were using, and you rushed next to him. Eyes closed. 

Next to his mouth, some blood stained the table. 

You hit him once, twice. “Hey!”, you called, hoping to elicit some kind of response, but he was out. He wasn’t dead, but he was weak and passed out on your ‘for sale’ furniture.

The Ghoul coughed hardly, more blood coming out of his mouth, as he seemed to come to his senses slowly. He jumped a little, looking scared, and stood up taking you by your throat. 

“What the fuck did you do to me?”

You couldn’t reply even though you tried. He was choking you too hard, and not in a good way. 

He tossed you on the floor, and the impact against the counter hurt and made some things, some glass things, break. You knew your blood was probably everywhere, but you could only bring yourself to look at the Ghoul, your heart aching. 

The look on his face was not one of hatred, it was pure confusion and terror. He saw the bag of goods you had set aside for him, went towards it quickly and picked it up, all while you tried to sit up, mouth bloody and several cuts all over your arms.

He left without even looking back.

[feralghoulie]

Note: First fic on Tumblr, Wahoo! Participating in Ghoulcy week. May 20-26, 2024. Credit to @GhoulcyWeek on twt for promps!

MINORS DNI 18+ CONTENT.

Prompt: Forced proximity (Day 1)

Summary: Trapped in quite a small closet. The Ghoul takes advantage of his situation. Ravishing the looks of Lucy in her blue Vault Suit.

Cooper Howard (The Ghoul) X Lucy Maclean

☆

Slick Blue Suit.

The stomping of boots was heard right outside the barely closed closet. Raiders squatting in the house you two had stumbled upon.

The closet was unbelievably cramped. The ghouls back against the wall, his hand held tight over Lucy's mouth. His opposite hand holding her tight to his body, her ass perfectly fitting into the shape of his crotch.

The ghoul knew he could very easily wipe the Raiders out with just a few shots. Lucy herself questioned why he didn't jump out. Guns blazing.Though he couldn't pass up the opportunity to grind his hard cock against her blue leather suit.

God did he fucking love the way her suit hugged every single one of her curves. Watching with still breath every single time she bent over. Anytime she had managed to hold off a raider or two, even just stomping on radroaches. Every single move she made, made his cock twitch.

Every thought he had. Filthy. Deep desire to ruin her smooth skin. Her sheltered mind. Holding back every single urge to drive his cock deep into her hardly touched, tight pussy. Absolutely destroying her sense of innocence.

Playing out in his mind, his scarred fingers pressing the pallette of her tongue. Gagging her as his fingers slide through her slick folds. Hearing her beg for more, knowing he was corrupting her sweet mind.

"What a dirty little girl you are, huh? Imagine what your dad would think. His little girl gettin ruined by such an old disgusting man like me." Her pussy tensing from his words.

His mind was quickly interrupted by the sudden sound of rapid creaking floor boards. More Raiders had entered the room.

Subconsciously he had been grinding up against Lucy's ass. She had tried to adjust from the tight grip he had on her, but was too scared to make sound.

He didn't care if the Raiders would bust open the closet. He could handle them. As long as she thinks she's in danger, he could get away with taking advantage of her.

Listening to the conversations of the Raiders, hoping they moved just a little further.. he grew impatient. Slipping his gloved leather fingers into her mouth.

She tried to make a disapproved squeak, but was too scared to alert them. He pressed his bloody leather fingers flat against her tongue. Pushing them very slowly back. Just enough to not let her gag.

She didn't attempt to bite down. Just still, trying not to make noise.

He adjusted the hand that held her close. Cautious, he managed his belt. Trying to undo the buckle. Undoing the button, and slowly rolling down the zipper. Slipping his pants partially down, he sighed in her ear.

He freed his aching hard cock, and pressed it directly against her blue suit. Cold against his warm flushed shaft.

She lightly bit down on his finger, not enough to cause pain. More so to alert him to stop. He didn't abide. Leaning into the shell of her ear.

"I suggest you don't act rash. Don't want to alert them, do ya?" He said in a low whisper.

She shook her head in defeat.

"Good. Now you're gonna take this. Whether you fuckin want it or not. And I'm sure ya do. I see the way you look at me out in that wasteland Vaultie."

He said grinding his hips against her ass. His cock rubbing against the meat of her ass and the arch of her back.

"I bet I make ya quite wet. Watchin me choke those men? Hm?" He said rutting his leaking cock faster. His fingers exploring her mouth.

"You don't know a single fuckin thing about this wasteland... I'll teach ya. This is rule number one honey."

He said removing his fingers from her mouth. Both his hands grabbing at her waste. Giving himself a better angle.

"I always get what I fuckin want." He drew out slowly. His voice so low it drew out a deeper southern accent.

Precum dripped down her backside. Giving him a wet friction. Holding back his groans, his straining his breath tickled her ear.

Her thoughts were spiraling. So morally conflicted with herself she felt emotionless. Her body felt like it was on fire. The way he held her sent waves of pleasure through out her body. Being used like this was something she never expected to enjoy. Paired with the fact that if they were caught, she would more than likely be the one hurt.

She couldn't focus on one thing. His voice was sending shocks through her soaked pussy, while the Raiders were sending panic through her heart. All she could do was focus on silence.

The ghoul could feel his release building up. Biting down on his lip to hold back curses. His grinding thrusts were becoming sloppy. His breath unstable in her ear.

As he felt himself reach his peak, he held her hips tight against him. Shooting massive ropes of cum against her back. Sliding down slowly as they set. He rubbed his cock in his own mess. His shaft effortlessly sliding around.

Letting go of her waist, he took a swift wipe of his load, and brushed it against her tongue. Forcing her to taste his spend. Twisting and pressing his finger inside her mouth.

Leaning into her ear, he whispered.

"You're in for a world of trouble sweetheart. I ain't letting this sweet of a girl go."

[amoonfullofstars]

im not crying over this scene a key just entered my eyes🙂👍🏻👍🏻

[f1nalgirlz]

Valentines | Danny Cooper

♡super fluffy fluff kinda a drabble?♡

˗ˏˋwarnings´ˎ˗ none, unless you count sickeningly in love couples ♡

˗ˏˋcontent´ˎ˗ gay Danny cooper, male reader, masc pronouns used for reader, use of Y/n

The kitchen of the small shared apartment was filled with the smell of chocolate, vanilla, and strawberries. Y/n had prepared several trays of heart-shaped cookies for his boyfriend, one of his favorite treats and was now focusing on dipping the fresh strawberries into the melted chocolate. After dipping in the last strawberry, Y/N heard a key turn in the front door. He placed the strawberry down next to the others he'd just prepared and went to greet his boyfriend, untying his apron from around his waist and tugging the sugar covered garment over his head, leaving it strewn across the counter. His mind was excited, anticipating the moment when his boyfriend would come through the door. He wondered how he would react, would he like the cookies or the strawberries more?

His eyes watched as the doorknob turned, opening to reveal his boyfriend, Danny. The man looked a bit more disheveled than when he left this morning, stray hairs falling into his face having escaped his hair tie and his cheeks and ears red from the wind outside. The thing that really caught Y/n's attention though, was the goofy grin on his face as he shuffled in the apartment, closing the door behind him. It was at this point Danny was gently thrusting his arms out towards his boyfriend, a pretty bouquet in his left hand and a little brown bear holding a heart in the other. Y/n could feel a smile tugging at his lips, taking the gifts with a giggle and instantly feeling strong arms wrapping around him. The moment he felt his arms slip around his waist, squeezing him so tightly, he felt like he was melting. He laughed softly, hugging Danny back before pulling apart to admire the flowers. "Thank you." he muttered earning an "of course!" from his boyfriend.

After a beat of silence Y/n was leading Danny to the kitchen, gingerly setting his own gifts onto the counter as if they'd fall apart if he didn't. "Ta-da!" he said quietly wiggling all ten fingers in the direction of all the sweets on the surfaces in the kitchen. When his eyes found his boyfriend again his face was lit up, lips forming a little 'o' causing a soft chuckle to leave Y/n's lips. He made his way back to Danny's side, looping an arm around his waist. "What do you wanna try first?" he asks, not expecting to see his boyfriend looking down at him with big watery eyes. Y/n's heart dropped as he was engulfed in another hug, this one almost knocking him over by the sheer force of it, but he steadied himself, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend's waist. "Is something wrong?" he asks, but doesn't receive a verbal answer just yet, feeling his boyfriend shake his head, then laugh. Danny pulls back, hands gripping onto his boyfriend's shoulders. "No, nothings wrong i just-" he was interrupted by little sniffle, wiping his cheeks. "I just love you so much and you did all this for me i just... i never want to let you go." he said, tears rolling down his cheeks again by the end, Y/n's heart felt more at ease knowing these were happy tears. He didn't have much time to reply before his boyfriend was pulling him into a salty kiss, so sweet and gentle it made his heart swell. Y/n could practically feel his heart melting in his chest, spilling down and spreading warmth into his stomach. When they finally broke apart Y/n muttered softly, "i love you." which earned him another round of kisses, including some being peppered all around his face as he laughed happily.

R: happy valentine's day lovelies. thanks to everyone who reads my stuff for doing so, it makes me very happy ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶

[theactualsunshinechild]

Let yourself imagine established WrioChi having a winter walk and Childe starts a snowball fight. It gets heated and Wriothesley ends up getting full body tackled into the ice cold water, but, thanks to cryo vision user privilege, Childe is the only one who catches a cold from it all and has to be nursed back to health.

(Wriothesley has to threaten to hand him over to Sigewinne regularly because Childe keeps trying to give him his cold via kisses)

((Childe succeeds))

[not-neverland06]

Teaser for the next chapter of The End of the Beginning:

Your eyes are locked, something old and familiar swimming in both of them. You used to be ashamed of this feeling he brought up in you. He was a married man after all and you were just his lying assistant. You were never supposed to be attracted to him. You’re certainly not supposed to be attracted to him when he looks like this. But despite how much he’s changed, he’s still got that Cooper Howard charm.  He doesn’t drag you forward roughly. He guides you further into him, tilting your chin up and leering down at you with that angry grin. His hand glides around the back of your neck- The head drops to the ground with a wet thud as your hands fly to the rope on your neck. He’s grabbed the back of it, tightening it so hard you’re sure you felt your eyes pop out. The smile on his face is gone, instead it’s replaced by an intensely concentrated look. His eyes are boring into your own, taking in every twitch and gasp as he watches you struggle for breath.  You dig at your neck, feeling warm wet blood bubble under your nails the more you rip at the rope. Your fingers go cold and your tongue swells as the pressure in your face increases until you think the skin will burst. The eye contact doesn’t break between you, darkly intimate as he takes in every detail of your slow death by his hand. 

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[nvrswrld]

REQUESTS

— in which a struggling writer begs for writing prompts

tags: evan peters characters, resident evil, diary of a wimpy kid, henry danger, assassination classroom, my babysitter's a vampire

note: pls give me a chance bro

Requests are currently: open

What I do write: fluff, angst, blurbs/imagines, headcanons

What I do not write: smut, anyone outside of the characters listed below, anything involving actual people (like actors or youtubers, for example)

Evan Peters Characters:

Cooper Day

Peter Maximoff

Alex (Adult World)

Warren Lipka

Luke Cooper

Max Cooperman

Resident Evil:

Leon Kennedy (RE2 - RE4)

Ada Wong (RE2 - RE4)

Ashley Graham

Luis Sera

Diary of a Wimpy Kid:

Rodrick Heffley

Henry Danger:

Henry Hart

Charlotte Page

Jasper Dunlop

Ray Manchester

Assassination Classroom:

Karma Akabane

Nagisa Shiota

Rio Nakamura

Kaede Kayano

Hiroto Maehara

Gakushuu Asano

Project Sekai:

Akito Shinonome

Toya Aoyagi

An Shiraishi

Kohane Azusawa

Rui Kamishiro

Tsukasa Tenma

Nene Kusanagi

Emu Otori

Mizuki Akiyama

Ena Shinonome

My Babysitter's a Vampire:

Rory Keaner

Ethan Morgan

Benny Weir

Sarah Fox

Erica Jones

written by @nvrswrld

[whosbloom]

lil cooper blurb to manifest a cooper day anon 🙏🕯️

“Cooper, please focus.”

You sighed as you put your pencil down, raising your brows at him, catching his gaze stuck on you for the nth time.

You had been attempting to help him for an upcoming geometry test for the past two hours, but of course he couldn’t bring himself to pay attention like always.

“But math is stupid.. and you’re right here.” He pouted dramatically, earning an eye roll from you as you turned back to the worksheet in-front of you.

“Just one kiss? Please? I promise I’ll focus on everything you have to say afterwards.”

He clasped his hands together, smiling at you as he silently hoped you would give in—and of course he was very pleased when he felt your lips against his, even if it was for a split second.

“There. Now focus.” You scolded quietly, watching him nod and turn to look at his own homework, a smile stuck on his face as he quickly copied down whatever work you had been showing him.

[donnamaddy]

[not-alien-girl-v]

first of all I want to say that you really write well❤

so can you please write some angst with cooper day?

warning: angst, self harm language

summary: you’re always harming yourself in one way or another, cooper wonders if there’s something going on behind all of this

“What’s up biatch,” you greeted lovingly at the door to his bedroom, which he had no idea you were at. He twitched in surprise.

“When did you get here?” He switched to sitting up at the side of his bed and moves his headphones off his head to rest around his neck.

“Like an hour ago. I found a stray cat outside and chatted for a while with it.” You set down on the table a hefty bag, containing multiples of things Cooper had no idea why you would require at his house, but that was just the way you were.

“You talked with a cat for an hour?”

Turning your head to look at him on his bed, you took notice of the fluffiness of his hair, the bags under his eyes, the leftover eyeliner in his waterlines. You approached him and took his hands into yours. “Well, it was a bit one sided, but we managed to come to a conclusion.”

He smiled up at you while you stood tall in front of him. “And what’s that?”

“I’m gonna pierce my nose today.” He frowned at this. Last week, you pierced your ear twice, and the week before that, you pierced your navel.

Things like this slowly but surely became a habit for you and he adored you, of course, how cool and fearless you were but he also cared about you and your well-being, and took notice of how you only ever turned to self destructive behaviors lately.

You drank a lot, smoked a lot, and of course, you were teenagers, but he couldn’t help but wonder if there was something else behind all of this.

“Are you sure, babe?” He tried to squeeze your hands in his grasp but you pulled away much too quickly to situate yourself with the piercing materials.

Needles, rubbing alcohol, and the stud you intended to stick in your nose once the deed was done. “Do you wanna help me with it?” You avoided his question, as you always did nowadays.

“Hey, listen to me-“

“I’m gonna put some music on, what are you feeling for today?”

“Stop!” He spoke stern and loud, hands pinning themselves to both your shoulders, effectively keeping you locked in place before him. “Listen to me, okay?”

You nodded, a little fearful due to his change in demeanor but ultimately knowing he meant well. you knew him, he would never mean you any harm.

“Are you okay?”

“Of course, why wouldn’t I be?” You giggled nervously.

“You’re always hurting yourself. It’s all you do anymore, and every time I bring it up, you just change the subject. I’m here for you, right now, tell me what’s been going on.”

Wow. Those were a lot of heavy words and maybe it was the weight of them all or the emotional exhaustion you had been experiencing, but you couldn’t help the pooling tears stinging your eyes. They rolled down your cheek one by one and you looked to the ground.

“Fuck, don’t cry, I’m sorry, please don’t cry,” he seemed almost as effected as you were, his voice on the verge of breaking and hands frantic yet gentle on your skin as he attempted to comfort you in some odd way.

He made the situation just a bit more uncomfortable than it already was, so you realized you’d have to take initiative to move things forward. “Come on,” you grabbed his hand and led him back to his bed where you sat. He perched himself in front of you and he didn’t let go of your hand but silently waited for you to say something.

“Things just, I don’t know, things have just been hard lately, I don’t know what to feel anymore. I tend to just not feel anything, or it’s everything all at once and I just- I don’t know what to do about to anymore. If I don’t act out, do things that draw attention, I feel invisible.”

You didn’t mind the way the tears slipped down your cheeks freely as you spoke anymore, they were past the point of pain but once you saw one fall from Cooper’s eye, you felt guilt for it.

“I’m so sorry honey. I’m sorry you feel that way, sorry that I didn’t reach out sooner, and I’m so sorry if I make you feel invisible. I promise, I don’t mean to, I really do care about you, and I love you so much, please believe me when I say that.”

You nodded your head for lack of better words and pulled him in for a tight hug. His hands rubbed loving circles onto your back and you rested your head on his shoulder.

He held you there for a good long while, and you took notice of how his open window on the second story allowed an excellent view of the suburban street below.

As you looked out, crossing the street and disappearing into a small grove of trees behind a house was an orange tabby cat, one with intelligent eyes that a person could speak to for hours. Just as it neared to exit your line of sight, it turned its head for one last gaze at you, before following into the shade of the trees.

“I love you too, Cooper.”

[byanyan]

hearing byan say "check this shit out" is the worst fucking thing because you never know what to expect. like, are they gonna show you a sick parkour move? or just jump off a fucking roof? are they gonna try to chug a whole carton of milk in under a minute? or worse, a whole bottle of pure vodka? are they gonna show you a cool new knife trick they've been working on, or come flying at you with some ridiculous jump kick?

you can never be sure. but there is always a good 80% chance that one of you will be in danger.