#if the author knew about the white stripes thing i bet he would have included it lol

[anamelessfool]

Outlaw F!Reader x "The Ghoul" Cooper Howard (18+ MDNI) Full Fic here on AO3

Chapter 2: A Good Word (AO3 Link Here)

You're not running away from your sins, you're running towards the truth.

The expectation of an Overseer is to be of pleasant temperament, with a neat and well-manicured appearance. You are the friendly face of your Vault, a representation of the hospitality and amiable atomosphere cultivated here at Vault-Tech Industries. And the family at Vault-Tech Industries knows that the best leaders are in their hearts the most dedicated followers.

Tags: Read Em All on AO3, Blood and Gore, Gunplay, Broken Bones, Bandits & Outlaws, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Dystopia, Blood and Injury, Mystery and Intrigue, Western

Full Chapter because it's small below the cut!

White sails…white sails against the blue steel of the vault doors. Dangling like the shattered wings of a seagull. Or at least what you think are seagulls. You have read about them and it is important to keep oneself in the know when it comes to extinct creatures.

Your breath coats the glass of your hazmat helmet while the RAD meter on your PiP boy crackles, whines. It's the historic fog of the estuary. The wind off the ocean blows the moisture almost daily across the land. Fog thick with radiation. The foliage has responded in kind, growing small and meek and clinging to rocks like slime. Around you are the blackened bones of ancient trees, some you knew were hundreds of feet high and thousands of years old. Some of the oldest life forms on the planet. Now their remains stick out from the soil like toothpicks on a cheese platter.

But back to the white sails. You see them now as you come close. It was some sort of glider. A ridable kite.

Your surface recovery team had discovered the craft after hearing a loud bang across the outer vault doors this afternoon. The crash was soon after the thick fog rolled in. The occupant was dying, but he requested to see the Overseer.

He requested to see you. Alone.

And the moment you see him lodged in the ruined cockpit you freeze. He's wearing a gold jumpsuit with blue striped details, an unmistakable mark of authority. An executive. An Overseer of overseers. If the Vaults in Area 33 are little hives of productivity and human civilization, the Executives are the beekeepers. They have their own vault in the center of the molecule that is Area 33. And from there they do what they please. And apparently that includes joyriding gliders along the coast.

You know, rich people stuff. Successful people hobbies.

Your heart starts to pound, but it's not with dread or fear or despair for the pilot.

The executives give out promotions sometimes. Transfers. And even though this one's dying, you always want to give a good impression. You have been working on your resume for a while now, anyway.

“Hello! Welcome to Vault 66!”

You try to be friendly and upbeat, even though the man has been slowly dying from a shattered spine and skull injury for two hours now. “This fog sure is a real chestnut, isn't it?” You chuckle. “Although I bet the views of the ocean from up where you were flying were spectacular.”

“They….were…”

You cheerily give him your name. Your title. You would shake the man's hand if it wasn't permanently pinned under some sort of crumpled control panel. “You wanted to see me, sir?”

“Yes…” He coughs, groans. “Come close. Closer.”

You position yourself as deep into the cockpit as your clunky hazmat helmet will allow.

The executive winces and recovers. “Unzip my jumpsuit.”

“Uh…” Your brow furrows as you search your mind for protocol. You don't remember this being a scenario from the training slideshows. Is this considered workplace harassment? Quid pro quo? Personal space issues? To be fair, the destroyed remains of a vehicular accident could be classed as a hostile work environment. You give him a small, polite smile. “Repeat that again, sir?”

“Unzip my jumpsuit. That's an order, Overseer.”

“Sure thing, sir,” you laugh nervously, and unzip the front to expose his stained undershirt.

“Inner…left…pocket….” He screws up his eyes in pain, expelling air across the glass of your helmet.

“Heh, right away,” you say, reaching a little too close to a man you just met. That pocket is usually reserved for private things. Vitamins. Tissues. Feminine products. Fertility Tablets. Anti-fertility tablets. Intimate….devices. Not really something that another person reaches in unless they have a headcold or are busy repopulating the planet. What comes out of his inner pocket is an item you've never seen before. It’s small, half the size of a PiP boy screen, and thin. Made of a gold material. The front has a small digital panel that displays a long serial number that as you stare at it, wipes away and reconfigures every thirty seconds. You flip the little device over and a shine slides across it— you're convinced it's made of pure gold with some sort of tiny nuclear battery inside. A pocket atomic clock. To tell what, you're unsure. On the back is stamped a few mysterious numbers:

34.8559704, -111.7801052

You flash him a friendly smile but you feel the strain behind your eyes. “Um sir, what is this?”

“Vault Tech Company Property. Absolutely top secret. Override previous protocol. You are to keep this in your intimates pocket until further notice. You are not to inform a soul.” He coughs again, and blood flecks across the glass of your mask. “Got, that Vault 33-66 Overseer?”

You throw on your professional service smile, nodding with gratitude. “My pleasure, sir! Would—”

You start to request that he put in a good word for you but then you suddenly remember that the only other executive he's going to see soon is his own Maker.

“And another order, Overseer.”

“Hmm? What's that?”

“I'm giving you authorization to put me out of my goddam misery.”

“Oh…right.” You laugh nervously, pulling your gun from its holster at your hip. Lucky for him it was mating season for the RAD Seals and without a solid authentic piece a topside forager would be a pile of bone and jelly on the beach. You cock it and press it to his head, leaning back and getting into Stabilized Proper Armament Form (SPAF). “Well, sir, it's been a pleasure. Thanks for stopping by.”

And you pull the trigger.

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just read this and the part about harry was surprisingly honest https://www.theringer.com/music/2022/4/21/23035076/coachella-weekend-1-review-harry-styles-billie-eilish-lil-baby-jamie-xx

But Styles’s set at Coachella revealed an artist out of his depth. If Beyoncé proved to even inveterate skeptics that a pop act headlining Coachella could supply something as imaginative and visionary as any rapper, DJ, or guitar apostle, Styles doubled as a wicker man for the retro-fried fetishization that has defined the past decade. If he was cast in a West End production of Aladdin Sane: The Musical!, there would be no cause for complaint. But closing out Friday night, the lingering shadow of all immortal predecessors loomed. Roger Waters played Dark Side of the Moon atop the same soil where Harry Styles kicked a KIDZ BOP version of the Almost Famous soundtrack.

The idea is that the former One Direction singer is the Justin Timberlake of his generation: a product who shed his boy-band assembly line past to mature into an artist capable of selling Pepsi on his own merits. The problem is that he’s closer to Robbie Williams from Take That or Donny Osmond, references surely lost on 99 percent of the relatively paltry, mostly under-25 crowd who gathered on the former polo field to listen to Styles’s set.

Harry Styles is an archetypal artist for the late capitalist drain spiral of ambient streaming and social media thirst: simply far too big and slickly packaged to fail. He rose to fame on a reality show, was coached by Simon Cowell, and made brain-fry famous as one-fifth of a boy band whose distinguishing characteristic was loving both kinds of music: boomer rock and pop. They finished in third place on the reality show, but ended up selling millions. Since he went solo he’s been managed by the son of the most powerful man in the music industry, represented by the world’s most powerful talent agency, and signed to a label owned by a multinational conglomerate that made $11 billion in net income during the first year of the pandemic.

As a child, Styles learned to make music by singing karaoke covers, and never learned how to stop. There is no such thing as a Harry Styles song. There are Hall & Oates songs, David Bowie songs, Pink Floyd songs, Elton John songs, Queen songs, and Fleetwood Mac songs, which Harry Styles and his producers and songwriters rejigger into new alignments like a Web3 reboot of Glam Rock Scrabble.

To his credit, Styles made a valiant effort. Wearing a sequin harem outfit that looked made out of a souvenir disco ball from Studio 54, the former One Directionist skipped across the stage, shimmied, and hoisted his microphone to the heavens. He had the moves down as if he’d purchased hundreds of music documentaries on Amazon Prime (and maybe even a few Blu-rays that aren’t available on streaming). He blew kisses to the crowd, cheerfully plinked at a guitar, and holistically indicted boyfriends. He told us that our only job was to have as much fun as possible, and to be whoever we were. But it’s unclear if he even knew what that meant for himself. Over a belabored piano vamp, he bellowed “WOOOMAAAAN,” somewhere between Mike Myers’s beatnik poetry in So I Married an Axe Murderer and Russell Brand’s Jeffrey-puffing rock goofball from Get Him to the Greek. He finished with a song called “Sign of the Times,” which was somehow not a Prince cover. It sounded created for a Disney biopic about Rod Stewart, which has yet to be cast.

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He loves me (Part 7.5) - mall adventure

abusive!dabi x reader (eventually x hawks)

a/n: I don’t actually know if this part adds anything to the story itself but I felt like they deserved to have this little friendship moment and I think I’m starting to like Ren a little bit too much…

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7

The local mall was a know place between teenagers to hang out, being avoided by older people on Fridays for the sake of their mental health. Which never actually made sense.

It had the default mall look, which consists in white and glass everywhere. The stores were anyone’s favorite part, especially capitalism’s, because they were so colorful, or colorless (Hot Topic says hi), filled with products you didn’t need but you certainly wanted and would, usually, deny those wants, but with a Naomi by your side, wanting to try on clothes and taste sweets, it was hard.

Which is how the four of you found yourselves at the first clothing store.

“(Y/N)! COME LOOK AT THIS” yelled Naomi, your local rich kid, at a nearby rack.

You walked up to her slowly, looking around to see if you liked something, and, as you looked behind you to make a comment to Keigo about a shirt with a funny quote, you realized both boys were no where in sight. Did they really leave you to deal with Naomi’s shopping spree alone?

“(Y/N)!” Said girl got to you and was dragging you to see some other rack. “Look! I need a new shirt” you highly doubted that “and these are from the newest collection! Aren’t they beautiful?”

As you were about to answer, she started to talk about the details of said collection, the material, how it was sewed, which color she thought would look good with a certain look and you did your best to listen, sometimes voicing your opinion about a certain piece, when you saw something in the corner of your eye.

Keigo was standing there, a feet or so away from you guys, walking towards you with a bright smile, wearing a flowery red hat, a striped lime green dress and jeans with a bright blue belt. Talk about 2000’s Disney. And honestly? He looked goofy, which made you laugh and him to grin at the way your laugh was so loud.

Naomi, confused, searched what caused your sudden outburst and she wasn’t disappointed, joining you and holding her stomach after a few seconds. Keigo looked satisfied with both of your reactions and started to pose for you.

“Oh my, I know, I know, I am too beautiful for your eyes and being blessed like this causes you to be filled with joy!” He said, duck pouting, with a hand behind his head and the other on his waist.

“Oh definitely, oh great fashionista” you managed to say between laughs “And what a great honor would it be if you thought me your ways”

“Hell to the no” suddenly Naomi was serious “As much as it is a good laugh I wouldn’t let you be fooled by the harlequin. And by the way… where is Ren?”

“You mean my most wonderful helper?” “Please, Keigo, the boy is too wonderful to be led into that path” pleaded Naomi.

“I see you have little faith in me Naomi” Ren murmured from behind Keigo, having been obscured by his wings. He was wearing his normal clothes.

“Ren! What are you doing with those clothes? I though you were on my side” Keigo made a pleading face, with a bout and wide eyes, resulting in a pink cheeked Ren that refused to look at him.

“Even if you are my friend, your taste is terrible” he answered, his hand covering his mouth and eyes still looking away from the giant bird man, whose pout increased.

“HA! I knew Ren was better than that!” Naomi went to Ren’s side and put her arm on his shoulder “Therefore, he’ll be my helper”

“Helper?” The other three asked.

“Yes, we’ll do a little fashion show here” the spoiled girl smiled in a way that was both beautiful and scary.

After looking through the whole store and pilling up mountains and mountains of clothing, Naomi was satisfied and gave the green light for your fashion show. Yet, even with her guidance, Keigo still insisted on adding a few of his touches to her looks or went with a combination that was completely bizarre, resulting in screams from a scandalous Naomi and laughs from you and Ren. The boy actually knew a lot about fashion too and was telling you about the color he thought would suit you and how to wear a certain outfit.

And when the time for the last outfit came, your phones were full of silly pictures of the four of you in the most outrageous outfits and funny faces, but, on that last outfit, Keigo decided to ignore Naomi and Ren decided to spread his wings a little. It took your breath away, even if the clothes themselves were ‘simple’.

Keigo was wearing a grey shirt with black jeans and black snickers with white details. But what made the outfit more special were the accessories. On one arm, he had two metal bracelets, one designed as a chain and the other as a wing, a watch with a red bird in it in, a ring on his index finger with what also reminded you of a pair of wings closing together; on the other arm was a reddish leather bracelet. And, around his neck, two chains, the one shaped as a wing dangling. He looked good and he knew it, smirking to the mirror, his eyes met yours.

You didn’t think much of the outfit chosen for you, you simply liked it because you felt it went with your personality and were surprised with how comfortable it was. When your (e/c) eyes met golden ones, Keigo’s smirk vanished, his mouth slightly agape and eyes warm. (A/n: I didn’t describe a proper outfit for you because maybe what I think is beautiful and nice may not be the thing you’d go for, so, if you want, I’d like to know what outfit you’d choose! So, please, comment!)

You were in a trance broken only by the sound of Naomi finding the outfit of her dreams, apparently. She wore a black see-through shirt, with a black piece that reminded you of a triangular bikini, light brown velvet skirt, high heeled black boots and a crystal necklace. She spun around and smiled as bright as the sun, probably already planing places to go with the outfit and, as she looked at you, it became clear that she was including you in those plans. She was a comforting force in the middle of her own caos sometimes.

“My my, don’t you look dashing, darlin’?” Her kind smile soon turned into a mischievous one as she looked at your best friend “Don’t you think she looks dashing, Keigo?”

“How about you, Naomi? Don’t you think Ren looks dashing?” He replied without missing a beat. It made your heart hurt a little when you realized he avoided her question about you.

And as none of you girls had noticed, Ren had gotten out of the fitting room. As you recently discovered, he liked to look good. You were used to him hiding in the uniform, shoulders tense, waiting for unwanted attention, and head hung low. But this Ren? He was standing tall, looking you all in the eyes, still a little bit pink, but expecting to hear your opinions. He knew what he was doing when he choose a black crop top that had a circular zipper, brown pants held by a black belt with some chains on the side (wait… was he secretly an e-boy???) and a pair of white sneakers. It was the first time you saw Naomi at a loss of words, so you offered your own.

“You’re looking sharp, Ren… and I bet Naomi totally agrees with me” said girl was looking like a fish out of water, but, at least, she nodded.

You expected Ren to turn red, like he always did when receiving a compliment, yet he surprised you once more and grinned widely, boy even dared to wink at you!

“Thanks, (y/n)-chan, it seems like you listened to me about the (f/c), it really suits you” ok, who was this Ren?

“Woah, kid, didn’t know you could wink and thank you” you replied and he laughed.

“I guess I can? I don’t know, but, sometimes, the right armor can help you through the day” as he shrugged, a little more tense, you noticed something: the uniform was a weight for him, one he carried and didn’t want to. Maybe it was something at home, maybe it was on his own mind, but, right in that moment, he was vulnerable, showing a little piece of himself he was sure about, maybe even proud of. And so were you.

“Well, good to know I won’t need to ask Naomi for fashion advise anymore, all she does is yell at me” Keigo said nonchalantly.

“And I know that if you are not buying that, Ren, I am. It will be a gift” Naomi said, coming out of her trance.

“O-oh, thanks Naomi-chan, but you don’t need to buy me a gift” shy Ren is back.

“Oh, love, seeing you in that outfit is a gift for me” Naomi winked at him, her Cheshire smile at full force, and the effects were immediate as Ren turned a deep red.

When you got out of that store, two hours had gone by and you still had so much ground to cover. So you and Keigo made a deal: if your group was to enter another clothing store, you two were going to leave Naomi and Ren there and go somewhere else.

You left them behind three times and, on those three times, both teens went out of the stores in a hurry, yelling when they wouldn’t find you, about 30 minutes after you left them.

During those escapades, you and your blonde friend went to a videogame store, talked about videogames you knew and liked and heard Keigo talk enthusiastically about his favorite ones. You also went to a library, discussing book plots, characters and authors. And finally to a restaurant, as the sun was going down and your hunger grew. Your last destination pleased Naomi because ‘spending money leaves an empty space on your wallet and stomach’.

The place was little and full, the air filled with a characteristic smell of fryed food and chatter. The table you were sitting at was square and grey, with a flower vase filled with lavenders and some napkins.

As usual, you talked about school, training and rising superheroes, but also about tv series, comic books and gossips.

“And how about that mysterious friend of yours, (y/n)-chan? How is he and when are we meeting?” Naomi chirped. Keigo turned serious at the mention of Touya.

“Ah… that is… a childhood friend, we talked about how he had been doing in those years we’ve been apart and… well he is a little… shy. I don’t think he’d like to meet you guys right away” you answered.

“I’m shy and I was forced to meet you all right away” Ren murmured

“That’s because you are a cutie” Naomi send a wink his way for the second time that day. “This ‘childhood friend’ is more like ‘(y/n) personal secret’, we won’t learn anything unless we force her to speak or follow them around and discovered something dark” she wiggled her fingers like some people do when telling a horror story.

“I think he is suspicious (Naomi: “Ohhhh is a he then? Is he single? I mean, do he likes girls and is single?”/ you: “I… don’t know, I’ll ask him another time”) aham excuse me, I am talking. Like I said, he is kinda suspicious, because, I mean, he appeared out of nowhere and was standing there in front of our school like a creep. People change along the years, maybe you shouldn’t be alone with him or trust him right away” The blond huffed as he crossed his arms and slacked his posture, pouting like a baby whose favorite candy was denied.

You sighed.

“I can’t deny he is a completely different person now… but he is also my first friend. Somewhere, in his heart, he still has some of the qualities engraved on my memories, I know that” you answered, more to yourself than to your friends, hoping your words were true.

When you returned home, it was already night.

As you lied down to sleep, you looked outside your window, hoping the stars could answer your prayers, that they could confirm that your future would be good.

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Sunshine On A Cloudy Day || Ross MacDonald Oneshot

Word Count: 1,311 Summary: “Can you write a body positive fic (doesn't matter which guy it's with) where y/n is kinda chubby and insecure about their body, and *whichever guy you choose* cheers them up and shit like that? Nothing too specific, so do whatever you'd like with it” Author’s Note: Hope you enjoy this little bit of Ross fluff <3 Be sure to throw in a like or comment if you liked it! I love seeing feedback from you all. Please feel free to read my other work here! Enjoy!

“{Y/N}, c’mon! Matty and George have the boat running, and I don’t trust them to wait for us!”

It was supposed to be a fun day on the water. Matty, in a fit of restlessness and excitement about being along the ocean, had collaborated with George to get a big boat to rent and take on the water. The boat was sitting in the bay. It was beautiful - bright white with a red stripe along the side. Its name was ‘Majesty’, a fitting name for how majestic it truly was to see. It was the perfect boat to fit the large and ostentatious crew of you and Ross, Adam and Carly, Matty, and George. They could not be more happy to go traversing the ocean on it later.

You, on the other hand, could not dread the situation more. The thing was, this was your first time on a boat with the boys. Or rather, more specifically, the first time you would need to wear anything other than regular clothing around them, including your boyfriend of two months, Ross. The most he had ever seen you not covered up or in baggier clothing was when you wore tank tops. The fact of the matter was that you felt chubby, even if others did not think so. You looked at yourself in the mirror and struggled with little rolls you had, and the thicker parts of your body that other girls it easy with. Having to go out on the boat with the boys meant you needed to wear a bathing suit, and that bathing suit brought up all of these worries to the forefront of your mind. You knew it was silly, but you could not help feeling like your appearance would lead to making the boys, especially Ross, see you differently.  He fell for you in normal clothing - who was to say he wouldn’t fall out when he saw you in a two piece?

So, there you sat in the outdoor changing room right beside the dock, secluded as your two piece mocked you hanging on a hook, hearing Ross call after you as if you weren’t panicking in there. You wanted to put it on, you really did. It was a cute suit after all - black and white polka dots decorated every inch of the fabric, and the bottom was high waisted to give it a vintage feel you loved. You just didn’t want to make the outfit ugly when you put it on and walked out for Ross. The whole situation made you anxious. From anxiety came panic, and the realization that one moment might be dictated by your appearance. You sat down on the bench in the stall, shaking your head to dismiss his voice. His voice persisted, though.

“Love, we really need to get going! Do you need any help? Is something broken? I can go buy you a new suit real quick from the nearby shop if-”

“It’s alright,” you shouted, though your situation could not be less alright than it was in that moment. Ross did not need to know that. “I-I just need a second.”

“Okay, well hurry up! Carly and Adam just arrived and Matty grabbed fishing gear. He looks pretty eager to start!”

And you bet he was. Matty loved fishing, even though his partner in crime George detested the idea. He had been on about getting to fish again for weeks, and when you saw him before you needed to change, he was still on about it. You could just see him, insatiable, begging everyone and anyone around him to go. You pitied Adam and Carly on that one. They were quieter than him, and though they knew him longer than you did, they did not have to be around him as much as George was used to being around him. It was probably torturous when they just wanted to have a good day on the water. And it was all your fault. You put your head in your hands.

“I can’t wait to see how cute you look, babe.”

Oh, he could. At least you thought so. Little did he know what he would be getting. More chubbiness than he expected, probably. Thighs that were just too chubby for your liking, arms that were just too big to be called slender - just too much. Another call from him to hurry had your mind switching from that anxiety to the anxiety of being waited on. You bit the bullet and put on the outfit, changing into it and proceeding to stare at yourself in the mirror. It was just as bad of a sight as you expected. Pudgy, nothing compared to the models the boys were used to hanging around. You sighed, disappointment running through you. Ross knocked on the door.

“Can I see, babe?”

Tears in your eyes, you walked forward and decided he would have to see at some point. Swinging open the door, your arms went around your waist and your head stayed looking at your feet. Ross stayed quiet. He then stepped forward and put his hand on your arm, gentle as ever.

“Hey, what’s wrong?”

“You don’t have to lie to me,” you whispered, holding yourself tighter. “I know I probably look ridiculous.”

Ross furrowed his bow. “I honestly have no idea what you are talking about, {Y/N}. You look wonderful.”

“How can I look wonderful when my thighs are so big? Fuck Ross, I jiggle every time I move it seems. And my stomach is bulging.”

“Hey.”

Looking up, you met Ross’ brown eyes and sighed. They looked gorgeous as ever. They also looked hurt, as if you had caused him pain by speaking. You loathed the thought.

“You are beautiful - and I’m not just saying that,” he added, touching your arm to keep your attention on him. “You really are. Look...we all have a little bit extra on us. That doesn’t make us any less beautiful.”

You sighed. “It’s easy for you to say. You’re perfect.”

Ross laughed, shaking his head. “Nonsense. I don’t know if you noticed, but I’m not exactly like the other noodle-thin boys in this band. I have to actually work to keep in shape, and even then I’m hardly ever as thin as them.”

“But I love how you look.”

“That’s how I feel about you.” Stepping forward, Ross cupped your cheek. “You’re not runway model thin, but I love how you look. I honestly wouldn’t change a thing about you, because the way you are is what I fell for. And,” he said, pausing to kiss you quick, “if anyone so much as gives you a look that makes you feel uncomfortable, I’ll throttle them. Or toss them off the boat. Whichever gets the message across best.”

Blinking, you gave Ross a small smile. “You’re too kind to me.”

“Nah, I’m only telling you the truth,” he said, smiling brightly. “I’d never lie to you. You’re my girlfriend, after all. My beautiful girl.”

You smiled even brighter against his lips. “Leave it to you to make me feel better. You know, I told my family that you were like sunshine entering my life. It sounds cliche, but...well, now I see it was incredibly spot-on. You just make the bad go away.”

Ross shrugged, leaning in to capture your lips. “I guess that’s my superpower.”

“Oi, lovebirds!”

Breaking you both from your kiss was Matty, standing at the edge of the dock with his hands on his hips, impatient. “The fish aren’t going to be biting forever! Let’s get on with it, yeah?”

Laughing, Ross hugged you close. “You up to go and watch Matty struggle to act like a professional fisherman?”

Laughing back, you took Ross’ hand. “Bet he doesn’t even catch three.”

“Bet you he doesn’t catch one.”

“You’re on, MacDonald.”