#send me cooper howard stuff

[giggle-shade]

Excuse me while I rant for a minute.

If I wasn't single before today I most certainly am now. Breaking up isn't easy no matter how little or how much time you've had together and I am not innocent in the problems our relationship had

But motherfckr you went to MY. BEST. FRIEND. and tried to gaslight HER.

I have never been this kind of angry in my life. I had to lay down to take a shower. I started LAUGHING about how angry I was. Did I just snap?????

I know this shit hurts. I hurt too. But I couldn't keep lying to *us* who the hell is that fair too?????

Oof yall just oof....

Send cooper howard stuff please. I need to ground myself before I do somthin stoopid

[m-musings]

Crawl Out Through the Fallout with Me: Cooper "The Ghoul" Howard X Fem! Reader

A/N: never played an official fallout game in my life but i still love this man so it's time to bullshit some stuff, let's gooooooo

Word Count: 1.1k

Summary: After a fight with raiders, a argument between lovers ensues when one of them gets hurt.

Warnings: typical fallout vibes, mentions of fighting, blood and wounds, pre-established relationship, Cooper being Cooper but also being a bit ooc, this is cheesy as hell and def not canon compliant lmao

"Damnit, (Y/n), just what the hell were you thinkin'?!"

An upset voice rang out into the evening air of the Wasteland as a pair of figures rested up inside the crumbling walls of an abandoned building.

Lit by the fading light of the sun, (Y/n) hissed in pain as her irradiated companion tried to sew a sizable gunshot wound on her arm shut.

As he passed the needle back and forth through the gash, the girl rolled her eyes with an exasperated groan as a few rivulets of blood rolled down her arm.

"Gimme a break, Coop! Did you wanna be the one to be shot?! I don't- ow!- think so!"

During a journey to find their next cash-out, the partners were ambushed by a large group of raiders & fiends. After managing to get rid of most of them, one had managed to sneak up and send a bullet flying straight for Cooper.

Noticing the weapon before Cooper could even turn to see the shooter, (Y/n) dashed over and shoved the ghoul out of the path of the shot, causing her arm to be hit instead.

Now- a few hours after killing the remaining enemies- they took shelter in a decrepit shack in order to patch themselves up in peace and rest for the night.

"I'd still be better off than you are right now. I mean, for fucks sake, darlin', I'm a ghoul. I've been through worse than just being shot at."

"Well then, that's the last time I try to be helpful. Next time, I'll sit back and relax while you get absolutely slaughtered by raiders, how about that?!"

"Go right on ahead, see if I care! Now, hold still. Can't close this cut if you keep on squirmin' around." Cooper huffed as he gave the suture one final tug before snipping the end off with a pocket knife and tying it into a knot.

After he was finished, (Y/n) rolled the pain out of her bicep before reaching into her bag to grab a somewhat clean cloth to wipe up any remaining blood.

With a sputter of her lips, she got up from her spot next to Cooper to sit upon the old mattress in the other corner of the room in order to apply a stimpak to herself. It wouldn't be enough to heal the wound completely but it would be enough for her to be able to use her arm properly.

Satisfied with the sight of her flesh knitting back together, Cooper finally relaxed in his chair as he crossed one leg over the other.

"Now don't go doin' anything that stupid again, y' hear me? Don't wanna have to use any more stims than we have to."

"I just... don't understand why you're so worked up about this. Something like this was bound to happen eventually, it's literally a warzone out here. A scar or two isn't unusual." (Y/n) griped as she fell back onto the bed while crossing her arms.

"Yeah, for someone like me it isn't. But it shouldn't ever happen someone like you. You shouldn't have to get hurt like that..." Grumbled Cooper as he leaned back against the wall.

"I'm not made of glass, Coop, I can handle a few hits."

"Don't care. You're way too valuable for me to lose."

(Y/n)'s glare softened at that, realizing the true intention behind the cowboy's scolding was worry. As Cooper sets up a small lantern on the floor to combat the growing darkness, (Y/n) watches the man with a fondness gleaming in her eyes.

"Is that what this is all about? You didn't wanna see me get hurt?" Whispers the girl as she turns onto her side.

Although the action is rather subtle, the ghoul's body visibly tenses up as he fixes his gaze away from the woman across from him.

"I never said that."

"It's clear that you thought it, though." (Y/n) chuckled as she softly grinned at the cowboy.

Heaving out an irritated sigh, Cooper hunches over to look at her as he readjusts his hat.

"What do ya wanna hear from me, sweetheart? That I care about you? That I love ya? Well, if you don't know that by now, then you might be much dumber than I thought you were."

"Hey, I resent that! You'd be lost with me and you know it!"

"Sure I would. Just like how you'd do great out there if you were all alone."

(Y/n) shakes her head with a scoff before she gets up from the mattress to walk over plop herself onto Cooper's lap after he sits back down on the beat-up dinner chair.

As she shuffles into place, Cooper places his hand on the small of her back to ensure she doesn't topple over. He silently glances at her face, analyzing her now troubled expression as she fiddles with the lapel on his duster.

Mouth opening and closing as she tries to find the words to say, she presses her lips together before finally speaking her thoughts.

"Y'know, I worry about you too... I'm always so worried that there's gonna be a day where that one gunner you miss is gonna be the one that gets you." (Y/n) admits sadly as she rests her head on Cooper's shoulder.

Cooper's eyes widen slightly and peer down at her as he begins to rub a hand up and down her arm in an attempt to comfort her.

"Hey now, look at me. That'll never happen. Not on my watch."

"What makes you so sure?"

"I got too much to fight for. I already lost one family to this nonsense and I'll be damned if you get taken away from me too. I'll fight tooth and nail before I let anything touch me or you again, understand?"

"But why? What's so special about me?"

"If I allow you to get hurt anymore, I will never be able to live with myself again. I love you, so...so much, darlin'." Cooper states with a resolute nod.

(Y/n) eyes water and crinkle with a gentle smile before she leans up to place a couple light kisses upon his charred lips, which he returns immediately upon receiving.

"I love you too, Cooper..." Mutters (Y/n) as she closes her arm around his shoulders.

With a laugh rumbling in his chest, Cooper wraps both of his hands around her waist as he holds her as close as he can.

"Your sweetness is what's gonna be the death of me one of these days, doll... Not some dumbass bullet." Cooper jokes quietly, placing a kiss atop her hair & resting his head on hers as he rocks back and forth to lull her to sleep.

Listening to the calming sound of her breathing as she slumbers, Cooper thinks about how lucky a man like him is to have found a love like (Y/n) in such a desolate situation.

[finniestoncrane]

PREWAR COOPER STUFFS ❤️‍🔥 DESPERATELY needing some fluffy morning after/Sunday morning routine with his wifey 😩👏 him being VERY grabby and just an absolute horndog dkfnfnrk (he is down bad for reader)

Morning, Sunshine

Cooper Howard x Fem!Reader, word count: 1k hello post divorce cooper, please hit me up, i'll make you eggs (also post-divorce barb i know you're a baddie but that's just my type so i'll make you eggs too pls lemme make you eggs too...ANYWAY) but please this is so cute and i have made it gender neutral as you corrected so everyone enjoy being cooper's little chef and getting caressed by this hungover idiot 🤎 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: suggestive things, mentions of alcohol, angst

Cooper stumbled into the kitchen, his feet shuffling on the floor as though they were made of lead, unable to lift them any higher. He groaned as the light from the windows assaulted him, and you smiled without turning to him, offering a brief, hushed 'good morning'. He returned the greeting with a groan. His entire body felt weighed down, the ache of sleeping in one position all night, lacked out in a drunken stupor after he had pawed at you and attempted to fuck the lingering stress out of his body.

And now he was in his own kitchen, messy from the small gathering of friends from the night before, stressed once more and hungover as shit to boot.

But there you were, by the stove, the source of the wonderful smell that had woken him up and had him drifting from the sancutary of his dark bedroom to face the world. Even when he was hungover, or sick, or just too damn tired to accept reality, he did it anyway. Who knew how many more mornings there were for him to see? That looming threat, the dark secret he had to keep to himself, one not even Barb knew was the real reason for their divorce. The source of his agonies, but also, the reason he felt so inspired to wake up each morning and spend as much of the time he had left with you as possible.

"I wasn't expecting you out of bed any time beforeat least midday, Coop."

"Then you shouldn't have started cooking something so god damn delicious."

His voice grew closer as he made his way, instinctually, towards you.

"I'm sorry, did it wake you up?"

"It did, but there's nothing to apologise for."

He was behind you now as you stood in front of the burners, a pan in your hand, your signature omelette cooking over the heat, your grip wobbling a little as Cooper looped his arms around your body. Everything he did stole your attention, pulling your focus with his charismatic personality, the way he commanded a room the moment he entered. And it didn't help that he had begun to kiss at your neck, letting his lips drag along your prickling skin as he moved down to your shoulder, nuzzling back into you as he sighed. The satisfied moan on the exhale had your stomach tensing, eliciting a soft moan of your own in reply.

"You want me to make you something to eat?"

"Please, darlin'. If that isn't a bother."

"Never is for you, Mr Howard. You get a coffee and take a seat, I'll be right with you."

Once he was seated with his mug, the morning newspaper to the side of the place setting at the kitchen island, you turned from the stove to plate up the omelette for him. It was the first you had properly looked at him that morning, and you could feel your breath hitching as you took him in. Even in this state, bedraggled, skin greasy with a sheen of sweat, hair unkempt and slicked back in messy waves, his breath, which you could smell over the countertop, still tainted with the cocktails he’d been making the night before. Even with all of that, he was still the most handsome man you had ever laid eyes on. And those same eyes couldn’t help but fall to his chest, his robe hanging open, exposing his torso down to his navel.

You wondered if he’d bothered to find any underwear to put on before covering himself with the short robe when he’d stumbled out of bed.

“Oh, sweetheart. You made this for yourself.”

“You eat first, I’ll make one for myself just now.”

Cooper flashed you a grin, one you remembered seeing so often in press photos, at promotional events.

“You really are a doll, know that?”

You returned his smile, turning back to the stove as he ate a few bites of the omelette with a satisfied groan. Cooper took a sip of coffee, watching you over the top of the mug. Every day could be the last. He didn’t want to believe it, but it always hung in the back of his mind. He’d lost Barb to Vaut-Tec, lost Janey, at least partly, to the divorce. He’d lost his sense of security to the war, his work to the paranoia that had burrowed inside of him. You were all he had now, and intended to cling to you with everything he had. Holding your hand tight at the party last night, clutching your body in the bed as he fucked you, passionate, desperate. His fingers entwined in yours as you slept, then holding you in his arms, your body smooth and warm.

Cooper stood up from his chair, unintentionally quiet to the point where you didn’t even notice he had moved until he was right behind you again, pressing himself against you so tight that you could feel the beginnings of his erection pushing into you. With a firm hand, he took your wrist, guiding you to set down the pan, switching the stove off and turning you in a choreographed spin so that you were facing him, your chests together, eyes trained on one another.

“You got enough ingredients for another, right?”

“Uh… yeah? Why?”

“I just think it might be ruined by the time I’m finished with you.”

His hands slipped down from your lower back, cupping both of your cheeks as he raised his eyebrows in a silent, questioning plea. Every moment with you was precious to him, every inch of your body worth placing a kiss to, worth tasting and savouring. Why not make the most of your time together by making sure you were as close to each other, as pleasured and satisfied, as possible?

So, when you blushed, biting your lip and giggling, he knew you agreed, and he took your hand and pulled you back to the comfort of the bedroom with you, hoping to relieve himself of a little more stress.

[danveration]

Could you do a Cooper Howard x reader angst? Something with the reader getting injured or dying and/ or becoming a ghoul?

You and your stories are amazing btw❤️!!!

Thank you!

Parings: Cooper Howard x reader

Summary: You get shot and Cooper comes to your aid.

Word count: 1344

Warnings: Guns, blood, shooting, reader getting shot in the thigh, Cooper being a softy

A/N: sorry if you meant post-nuclear bomb. (if you wanted cooper howard like.. normal human & stuff) ALSO I JUST REALIZED THIS ISN'T VERY ANGSTY 😭😭 FFS. I hope you like it either way :))

It was a hectic situation. There were at least ten people pointing guns directly at you from all around. This was not how you expected your day to go. You didn’t even do anything remotely wrong. Just stumbled into the wrong place at the wrong time. Which was pretty common around here.

You were by yourself right now, which was another downfall. You didn’t have the capabilities yet to kill a bunch of people on your own. Maybe if you sweet talked them..? You doubt that would work. If only Cooper were here. He would have them all dead in a blink of an eye. Especially because they were threatening you. He seemed to have a soft spot for you for whatever reason. You felt the same way towards him. Even though people would look at you like you’re insane, you don’t care. You can see something in him that nobody else can. He always had a bit of a protective nature towards you the moment you two met. You thought he would’ve killed you, but he just laughed at how scared you looked and ensured that he doesn’t kill without a motive. And in his words “won’t dare harm a pretty thing like you.”

He is currently god knows where. You were tagging along with him but he went to go get more vials. He said he knows a spot where he can snag a couple. That was about two hours ago. It would be great if he just miraculously appeared right now.

“L-listen. I don’t want any trouble, okay? I’m just passing through.” You say, trying to sound brave but the whimper in your voice made itself known.

“Yeah, passing through OUR territory.” One of the men said, with a raspy tone.

“I didn’t know! I’ll go. Right now.” You say quickly, starting to move forward.

“Uh-uh!” One of them yelled.

You hear all their guns go off safely and you stop dead in your tracks. The panic and fear you feel makes your skin develop goosebumps.

“We can’t let you go, can we? What kind of example would we be settin’ if we did?” One of them spoke.

“Oh, just walk right into our territory, It’s all good!! It wouldn't be our territory if we did that, would it?” One of them say in a mocking tone.

“P-please. I just-“ You begin to say.

“Now what on hells creation is goin’ on here?” You hear no other than Cooper’s voice in the other direction.

You subconsciously release a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

All the people snap their heads to the ghouls voice. Some of them look scared, but some of them look angry that their fun got spoiled.

“Well? Gonna keep gawking or is somebody going to tell me what the fucks goin’ on here?” He says.

“W-well we caught this one roaming on our territory.” One of the people spoke up.

“And?” Cooper questions them, as if daring them to say what they were going to do to you.

They’re all silent. Except for one. He must be new here or something because he speaks up in an angry tone, “and were gonna kill them.” He says, pointing the gun at you. He looks around at all his other gang members, and how they’re not pointing the gun at you anymore.

He raised a brow, “what’s the big idea? Why’s nobody else-“

BANG

Cooper shoots the man in the arm, not letting him finish his sentence.

Everything went slow from there. You see Cooper giving the man cold eyes, and then from your vision, you see the man look down at his arm, then you see him, with his other hand, grab his gun and quickly shoot you in your thigh before Cooper sends another bullet straight through his head, leaving him instantly falling to the ground.

You hiss out in pain and look down, seeing red liquid gush out and stain your pants.

Cooper whips his head towards you.

“Fuckin’-“ He mumbles as he rushes over, getting on his knees in front of you.

Everyone around immediately makes a quick exit, not wanting to suffer the same fate as the other guy.

Cooper would’ve killed them all for that, if it wasn’t for him not wanting to take his eyes or attention off of you. He feels scared, worried, mad, and mostly desperate. Desperate to stop the bleeding, desperate to go back in time and never leave you alone in the first place. He would laugh at himself for feeling these feelings any other time, just not now. Now he has to focus all his attention on you.

“Is it bad?” You mumble out to him, not wanting to fully look at it.

Cooper thankfully notices how it isn’t in a vital place. The bullet went right through, so he doesn’t have to worry about digging it out or it causing complications.

“Well you got shot, sweetheart. It’s bad but it isn’t deadly. You’ll be alright.” He says, trying to ease the worry off of you.

He’s got to get you to a safe spot so he can properly treat the wound. Luckily he has lots of experience with these kinds of situations.

He stands up and leans down, putting his arm behind your knees, lifting you up and carrying you bridal style.

Your eyes go wide and you gasp in shock, but don’t complain. You don’t think you can walk anyhow.

Your cheeks flush and you feel a swell in your heart from his actions. He walks in silence, his brain wracking at how he shouldn’t have left you alone, and how he swears to make sure this won’t happen again. You’re in his arms, hurting, but for some reason you swear it hurts a little less because he’s close to you.

“This won’t never happen again, I swear it. You better be more cautious around these parts though, darlin’. Especially with me not around. People don’t give no mercy.” He says to you.

A little while later, you’re sitting on a mattress in an abandoned building. Your pants are pulled down a bit on one side, so he has access to the wounded leg. Cooper carefully cleaning and wrapping up your wound with a concentrated face. You stare at him and how his eyes look, how his forehead is frowned down in focus, and how his hands are handling you carefully, as if they aren’t used on a daily basis for killing and violence.

“You’re lucky it’s in this spot. A little to the left or right, and you might’ve not been able to use this leg again. Would’ve had to get you those robot leg attachments.” He says, laughing at the end of his sentence.

“You mean the ones that practically rip your leg to shreds? No thanks.” You say, laughing.

You look at him softly as he’s smiling gently, while finishing up wrapping your leg.

“Now would you look at that? All better.” He says, gesturing to your skillfully wrapped leg.

“Thank you, Coop.” You say. “I’m really lucky you came in time.”

“Well, I’d argue I was a tad bit late, but of course, darlin’. I’m glad I got there before things could’ve gotten worse.” He says back to you, adjusting his hat on his head.

He cares about you. It realized that right when he heard that gun shot go in your direction. His heart sank to his stomach immediately, thinking the worse. He’s going to make sure to keep a tight leash on you from now on out. Not in a bad way, just in a way that he’s able to be there if anything happens.

“Thank you, Cooper.” You say softly out of nowhere, looking at him with a bit of blush on your cheeks.

He nods his head in your direction. “You’re quite welcome, sweetheart. Now why don’t you be a doll and rest up. I might’ve wrapped it all neat n’ all, but you’ll still need to let it heal. We can take a couple hours break here."

[ihavemanyhusbands]

Wang Dang Atomic Tango

Also on AO3

Pairing: Escort!Cooper Howard/The Ghoul x Courier!Fem!Reader

WC: 2.1k

Summary: James Garrett from the Atomic Wrangler sends you on a mission to find specific types of escorts for a few wealthy clients, and one of them happens to be a very handsome cowboy ghoul. Wouldn't hurt to give him a test ride first, right?

Warnings: MINORS DNI THIS FIC IS 18+, crossover (fallout tv show and fallout new vegas), canon divergence, formalized sex work (prostitution/escort), smut, unprotected p in v, radiated creampie (with implied radaway use), sex for favors kinda but not really, lighthearted degradation, cursing, sort of public sex, the ghoul being the ghoul, that's it I think but lmk if anything else!

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Since you’d gotten to Freeside, you figured earning a decent amount of caps would be a good idea before crossing over to the Strip. Not only because the Securitron at the northern gate demanded an absurd credit check of two thousand caps, but also because you’d need them for the casinos. 

You’d been helping the King for a few days, staying nearby at the Atomic Wrangler. James Garrett was usually there in the evenings and you’d gotten to chatting a few times, though it mostly concerned business. He seemed more open to trusting you since you were in the King’s good graces, and he’d helped clear your name when some jobs didn’t go according to plan. 

Once the King was done with your services, he rewarded you handsomely, but it was still not enough to cross over. Luckily for you, though, James already had you in mind for another job.

“How would you like to make some extra caps?” He’d said as soon as you’d sat down at the bar.

“I’m all ears,” you said, leaning forward on the counter.

“We’ve got a couple of unusual requests from our wealthier patrons… If you find me some suitable escorts to fulfill their needs, I’d be willing to pay you finder’s fees.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Alright… What sort of thing are they looking for?”

“Our wealthiest client has a thing for ghouls, and a thing for cowboys. He wants someone who can satisfy both fetishes.”

You hummed in thought, crossing your arms over your chest. “And just where do you suppose I’ll be finding someone like that?”

“Well, as it happens, you’re not the only new face around Freeside,” he said. “There’s been rumors of someone fitting that description. Why don’t you try to track him down first? Maybe you could make a deal with him. You’ve got a way with words, so it shouldn’t be too hard for you.”

You let out an amused huff and slid off the barstool. “If you say so. And how much would he be worth to you if I do find him?”

“Three hundred caps sound good to you?”

“You’ve got yourself a deal.”

You shook his hand and set off, trying to rack your brain on where to start. It was late afternoon, so it wasn’t as hot outside anymore. Still, you wiped your forehead with the back of your hand and placed your hat back on to shade your eyes.

You spoke to a couple of the nearby criers, sliding them a few caps in exchange for information. They pointed you in the direction of the old Fort in the eastern part of town, where the followers of the Apocalypse lived. 

You made your way there, stopping to chat with a few of the guards. The Fort wasn’t very large, but still, the inhabitants milled about. You didn’t notice any ghouls among them, so you asked one of the guards if she had seen anyone like that around. 

“Yes, he has been staying here, but he left this morning. Not sure where he went, but he usually comes back in the evenings,” she said. “No guarantee he’ll come back tonight, though. He usually takes all his stuff with him.”

You nodded and silently prayed to whoever was listening that he hadn’t decided to take off that same day.

“You don’t mind if I hang around for a while longer, do you?” You asked, unsure if there was a curfew. 

She shrugged one shoulder. “Suit yourself. We’ve got a few extra cots if you need to stay the night.”

You lingered in the courtyard near the flag, keeping your eyes on the large double doors that led back out to Freeside. You tried to picture what he might look like, why someone would be attracted to that sort of thing. You considered yourself to be pretty open-minded, but you hadn’t yet tried a ghoul. 

You weren’t even sure if he’d be interested in taking the job, but James hadn’t been lying about your skilled tongue and bartering prowess. Who knew? Maybe you could even make an arrangement with him on the side and see if he was worth all the fuss. 

By the time the sun was gone and darkness had settled in, you saw the doors open once more, and he was unmistakable as he strode in. All that leather and swagger, his hat pulled low to obscure most of his face, shotgun casually slung behind his back. 

He glanced in your direction as he passed and you immediately locked eyes. Something in your gaze was beguiling, immediately piquing his interest. One corner of your lips pulled up in a small smile, which he mirrored as he confidently approached. 

He was strangely handsome, even without a nose, his allure undeniable. Taller than you and definitely sturdy underneath his tattered clothes. He seemed almost forbidden, and yet he was enticingly at your fingertips. It would be a sin to pass up on such an opportunity, right? Especially with someone like him.

“Howdy, cowboy,” you said, tipping your hat slightly.

“Howdy,” he drawled as he returned the gesture, his hazel eyes looking you up and down. “You seem like you’ve got somethin’ to tell me, lookin’ at me like that.”

“Like what?”

“Oh, you know.” His grin widened, roguish and charming at the same time. 

You hummed noncommittally but still looked amused as you crossed your arms over your chest. “You heard of the Garrett twins? They own the Atomic Wrangler.” 

“Hmm, a few things here and there. Been meanin’ to go check the place out.” He tilted his head to one side in curiosity, raising his hairless eyebrows. “Why? You work there?”

“No, just doing some stuff on the side for them,” you said. “Say, have you ever given any thought to doing some escort work?”

“Say what now?” He laughed, momentarily taken aback. “You know, sweetheart, I’m not usually the sort to do that kind of work… And besides, what sort of sicko would want to hire my services?”  

“Oh, I could think of a few,” you said flirtaciously, pointedly holding his gaze. “There’s some wealthy patrons who’d pay really good money for your time. You’re their literal wet dream.”

“That so?” he mused, giving it some thought. “What’s the pay like?”

“You set your own price, and you get to choose your clients. You also get a pretty big discount on drinks.”

He let out a low whistle. “Well, if that ain’t a hell of a sweet deal. I think I might just take you up on it, for some time at least.”

“Glad to hear it. What’s your name?”

“Call me Cooper, sweetheart,” he said, extending a gloved hand for you to shake. “How about this? Since you’ve been so helpful, I figure the first time should be on me. You gotta make sure I’m up to par first, right?”

You couldn’t help the salacious grin that spread across your face, eyes glinting with mischief. He shifted his weight, his body angling closer to yours. You felt a tingle form in the base of your spine, already starting to understand the client’s proclivities. 

“Oh yes, you’re right, I guess it couldn’t hurt…” you said teasingly, glancing around. “Got a place in mind?” 

He looked off to one side as he thought about it, then he took your arm and nodded for you to follow him. He herded you to a dark corner behind the row of tents, far enough away that you wouldn’t be heard if you weren’t too loud. 

While your vision adjusted to the darkness, your other senses were enhanced, a thrill dancing in your chest. You felt the heat emanating from his body as he pressed close to you, almost making you shiver feverishly. Your breathing hitched as he grasped your face with a gloved hand, looking down at you appraisingly.

“I usually try to cut to the chase, but these lips of yours… they’re really tempting me to kiss ‘em,” he rasped, his thumb tracing your bottom lip. 

“I’m not gonna stop you,” you said. “In fact, I highly encourage it.”

He chuckled, the fan of his breath close to your mouth. “Ain’t gotta tell me twice.”

And with that, he kissed you. His mouth immediately dominated yours hungrily, a small surprised gasp in your throat. His tongue dragged over yours, making your head spin. Had you ever been kissed like that? You couldn’t recall, but all your senses were alight as if for the first time. 

You clung to him, your original mission flying out of your mind. Suddenly, he spun you around and pressed your front against the rough stone wall of the barricade. He kissed your neck as he grasped your hips, tugging up the hem of the field dress you’d decided to wear that day.  

“Easy access,” he chuckled against your skin, his tongue gently tracing the shell of your ear. “You didn’t plan that, did you?”

“Um…” you stammered, your face heating up.

“Naughty, naughty,” he said, clicking his tongue in mock disapproval. “Oughta teach you a lesson, don’t’cha think?”

That sent a pulse straight to your cunt, and you sucked in a breath. “S-sure, maybe I’ll learn it eventually.”

He flipped the hem over your ass, humming in approval as he took in the sight of it. You heard the flick of a pocket knife opening, and felt the edge of your panties being tugged. 

“We won’t be needing these,” he drawled, and with a quick flick of the knife, he cut them loose and let them fall to the ground. “There we go, that’s what I like to see.”

You glanced at him over your shoulder, catching him licking his lips. He tugged one of his gloves off with his teeth and tucked it in his back pocket. His calloused hand traced over the swell of your ass and you unconsciously pushed your hips back, needy for more. 

He chuckled, amused and delighted by this. “So you really are one of ‘em sickos, huh? I knew it from the moment we looked at each other.” 

“Are you complaining?”

“No,” he said, his fingers dangerously close to your cunt, teasing you to no end. “I’m merely makin’ an observation.”

You gasped as his fingers parted you, sliding through your folds with almost embarrassing ease. There was a growl low in his throat that told you he really liked this discovery. He teased your clit with slow circles, wanting to see what sounds he could elicit from you. Your hips shifted up and down as you bit your lip to keep them in.

You heard the slow drag of a zipper being undone, followed by the clink of a belt and the rustling of clothes. Your spine tensed with anticipation your breaths coming out in short pants. He reached around and had you spit in his hand, spreading your saliva over the length of his cock. 

“You ready for me?” He asked, dragging the head of his cock up and down your slippery pussy. 

You nodded with a small whimper. He lined himself up with your entrance and pushed in slowly, making sure you felt every inch. He pulled your head back by the hair and tugged you down by the hip with his free hand, making you meet his shallow thrusts.

“Oh… Oh. You’re–”

“A little big?” He chuckled. “It’s alright, you’re takin’ it like a champ.”

Your cheek was pressed against the stone as his hips rutted up into you more sharply, his harsh breath near your ear. Waves of pain and pleasure from the stretch spread across your whole body, overwhelming your senses. It was getting harder and harder to think clearly, so you let yourself just be carried away.

He let go of your hair and reached around to play with your clit, making you short-circuit. Your body tensed with each drag of his fingers, your cunt clenching tight around him. He groaned and murmured encouragements like that’s it and come on, I know you’re close.

And he wasn’t wrong. White heat flickered through you as you came undone, muffling your cries by biting your fist. He worked you through it, his movements turning sloppy as he too reached the edge and tumbled off of it. Hips grinding against your ass to make sure no drop of his spill was wasted.

You were glad you’d thought to stock up on RadAway, not having to worry about things like this. You already knew you’d be paying him another visit once he’d started working. Once you’d sobered up a little, you looked at him from over your shoulder.

“Phew, yeah, they’re definitely gonna like you,” you said, your heart still racing in your chest, a dopey smile on your face. “Worth every damn cap, I’d say.”

He grinned, breathing hard. “You get a special price, darlin’. I reckon you might just become my favorite client.”

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[fandomfics]

The Trouble with Love part 1

Pairings: Cooper Howard/The Ghoul x fem Reader, John Hancock x fem Reader

Description: After a mishap in the wasteland you are left to wonder if the ghouls you care for and have traveled with for years feel anything for you. The answers you find are not what you expected and leave you with more questions than answers.

⚠️ WARNINGS ⚠️

18+ only, MDNI

Unprotected p in v, creampie, oral, restraints, abandonment, drugs, violence

It's a long one, search for the break if you're here just for the good stuff.

Your head lulls back lazily and your eyes close as you sink further into the armchair you chose in the third rail VIP lounge. The jet dulls your senses until you only hear the sweet seductive music of Magnolia. Her crooning washes over you in waves, sending the painful thoughts of life in the wasteland into oblivion, even if only for a short time.

When your high finally starts to fade you hear familiar voices closing in on you. Your eyes shoot open and your head snaps up, you see the two ghouls standing right in front of you. The memory of waking up alone in the wasteland causes your face to warm with anger, "Are you fucking kidding me? You left me out there in that shack to go find your fix, without a word. I don't want to see either of your faces again."

You push through them and briskly make your way to the exit, leaving them dumfounded, their bumbling pleas for you to wait falling on deaf ears. You need to get away. You have a room at the rexford, but you know they will come knocking with an excuse, some charismatic bullshit peppered with pet names that make your heart flutter.

The cool night air rushes you as the door opens and you are grateful for the relief it brings with it. Bobbi's abandoned place is just around the corner, and with her dead you can hide out for the night in peace. They don't immediately follow you out, and you don't hear the door open again as you absent-mindedly you turn into the dark alleyway, mulling over your next move. You have a few jobs to finish, and getting a partner you trust is your first thought, "MacCready's never let me down," you whisper to yourself, expecting only silence in response.

"He ain't got yer back like I do, sugar." Cooper's low growl echoes in the darkness behind you.

"Jesus fucking Christ Cooper," you turn, startled. "Take the hint, leave me alone. At least Hancock had the decency not to follow me." The words leave a stinging feeling in your chest knowing he doesn't care enough to try.

A gloved hand catches your wrist and holds you in place, "please darlin', can't ya just listen ta what I have ta say?"

You hesitate and he pulls you towards him so your face to face. Hes wearing an expression you haven't seen from him before, a mix of sadness and longing. His hand slides from your wrist down to your hand, chuckling softly as confusion furrows your brow.

"No. I'm done with your sweet talk." you pull your hand violently from his and land an uppercut he isn't expecting, without a second thought you leave him in the darkness. Once inside the abandoned building you slide the deadbolt in place, the click of the lock allows your brain to catch up with your emotions and tears well in your eyes. Heaving sobs rack your body as you let loose and exhaustion takes hold, the dirty matress in the corner isn't the best in the Commonwealth but tonight it's the most comfort you have as you cry yourself to sleep.

You wake midday to a cold empty room and stretch stiffly before gathering yourself enough to face the day. You return to the third rail VIP lounge to seek out MacCready, but find his usual spot empty, "Hey Charlie, you seen Mac?" You ask the bot at the bar.

"Took a job he did" it says in a cockney accent.

With your only other option for a companion in goodneighbor gone you decide to go it alone on your next job. A few hours later, with your weapons and armor prepped, and a host of chems and food in your pack, the time comes to leave the safety of goodneighbor. The emotions you feel about what happened and the fact that neither ghoul tried to see you again before you left leaves a pit in your stomach, you thought they cared, but maybe you were wrong.

The long trek northwest to the Cambridge police station is unusually tame, you run into a few stray ferals and roaches, but nothing else until you reach Kendall hospital. You marked this place on your map for a sweep, most hospitals are well picked over but you are determined to check it out anyways. The exterior is eerily quiet with the exception of a rusty chain creaking as the wind picks up and the head attached to the end is caught in the gust. Before moving towards the door you pull Maria from her holster, as you check that the clip is full a memory threatens to bring unwanted feelings to the surface.

4 years earlier you and Cooper sat in a dilapidated building as a radstorm raged on outside. With nothing else to do he taught you a game called caravan and told you about his time in New Vegas as you played. After consistently beating you and taking all the caps you had on you at the time, you wanted one last game, "Last one" you said placing your favorite laser pistol on the table. He let out a hearty laugh that you hadn't heard before and slammed the 9mm on the table to match.

"This is Maria," the engraved surface flickered green in the glow of the storm, "Got 'er off a courier in New Vegas as payment fer a job. Haven't parted with 'er since."

You know he threw the game, you used to think it was his weird way of showing he was sweet on you, but now you feel clueless. You push the memory from your mind as you slam the clip back into place and holster the weapon. In your time since emerging from the cryogenic chamber you've become quite adept at bounty hunting and mercenary work, holding your own against some of the best in the Commonwealth, surpassing even Cooper. You know in this situation Maria is your back up, in close combat the main attraction is a simple knife.

You easily sneak through the encampment inside and take raiders down one by one until you're finally spotted by the few who remain.

"She'll be perfect for the next meal." One says in a weasly voice. Below, as if on cue, you hear the growl of a creature you've encountered many times before, and in your short pause you are distracted enough to be pushed over the edge of the platform by someone you had managed to miss. Instinctively you put your hands out in front of yourself to break your fall and yelp in pain when when you make contact with the ground and hear the sick crunch of your wrist breaking. Before you can stand you hear heavy clawed footsteps coming towards you. You pop up as the deathclaw rounds the corner and you see it's carrying someone in one hand, when it spots you it lets out a massive roar that rumbles you to the core and throws the figure at you. The body narrowly avoids you as it flies by, and when it lands just behind you, you see who it is. Hancock.

You don't have time to think about why or how as the creature charges you, the sweeping motions of its claws extending towards you kicks your ass into gear and you squeeze yourself into a space it can't reach and slam a stim into your arm. Laughter rings out above and it gives you an idea. Maria makes her appearance and a carefully aimed shot at the rickety bridge the raiders stand on causes it to give way and they fall in a cacophony of terrified screams. With the deathclaw distracted you run to Hancock to see if he's alive, and when you find he is you drag him towards the exit of the hospital with your one good hand. You are less surprised when you turn the corner to see Cooper propped up against the doors, slashes in his shirt cross his chest, he's covered in blood but he's already healed. He strains forward towards the inhaler vial he relies so heavily on, just out of his reach. When you finally have Hancock close to the door you kick to vial closer to Cooper, "make yourself useful." The loathing clear in your voice. You try the door as he inhales the chem and find it's locked.

"Switch." He breathes out in relief.

You groan, the deathclaw is still preoccupied with the scum you dropped from the level above giving you just enough time to find the switch and flip it allowing the doors to be opened. Your wrist is finally healed enough to pull John through and you leave Cooper to his own devices. You collapse to the ground to catch your breath. A few minutes pass before Hancock stirs where you dropped him, he turns his head and sees you, "shit."

After shooting him a scathing look you stand and dust yourself off before storming of in the direction of a nearby diner. Cooper exits the building and helps John to his feet before they try and catch up to you. After clearing the diner in silence you are too exhausted to protest their presence in your vicinity and curl up in a booth to play red menace on your pip-boy.

They sit across from you and you try to ignore them, but they start talking over each other trying to explain everything. You sit up and look them in the eye.

"Look, I don't know what you are up to, but you're clearly not going to leave me alone until You've had your say. If I hear you out, will you promise to leave me alone?"

Both ghouls nod solemnly and Hancock starts, "we didn't mean to leave you, sunshine. You'll laugh when you hear what actually happened..." He chuckles nervously, "we were outside talkin' and this trader rolls up lookin like he's got a good stash, if ya know what I mean. Comes over offerin up a free sample. well, one thing leads to another and this cowboy and I wake up tied to his Brahmin, gagged. Turns out he wanted to experiment some new chems on us. He wouldn't have ended up dead if he just told us that. I would have gladly obliged."

"Okay, say I believe you. Why are you here? Just to tell me a bullshit story?"

"Well darlin'," Cooper chimes in, "we wanted to make sure yer safe gettin where yer goin'."

"Have you forgotten that I'm the one that usually saves your asses? I have kept you 2 safe more than you have me." You laugh and their bravado falls. "I never kept you around to keep me safe, more than anything I kept you around because...I enjoyed your company. I thought you enjoyed mine too. Clearly I was mistaken if that bullshit story is any indication." You wipe a tear from your eye as you sniffle. "You don't even respect me enough to tell me the truth."

"I can prove it happened." Hancock chokes out desperately. "I can't speak for this asshole, but I sure as shit don't want to loose you. You're a really good...friend. someone I can rely on. I don't blame you if you're done with me, but if you're willing to give me the chance, meet me at Irma's. Dr. Amari can help me prove it. "

"What he said." Cooper nods at Hancock

"I'll think about it. You 2 can stay here tonight, but in the morning I'm going on this job alone." You say scooting out of the booth to head to your bedroll.

The night passes uneventfully and in the morning you leave before the ghouls stir. You meet up with Paladin Danse of the BOS and spend a couple weeks helping out him and his team. He offers you a position in the brotherhood, and you're tempted to take it, leave behind all these messy feelings you've been consumed with in your time since parting with the ghouls. In the end you decide to return to goodneighbor to at least find closure if you can.

Dr. Amari is talking about the testing she's been doing since you linked up with Valentine to go through Kellogg's memories, but you aren't really listening. The rhythmic tapping of Cooper's boot behind you doesn't help. You're anxiously waiting to get this done so you can move on. When she realizes you aren't paying any attention she stops and waits for you to look up.

"You need to know what Hancock is willing to allow," she turns to the memory lounger that's connected to yours and addresses him, "will you allow her to see your entire mind or only the memories that you present."

"Sister, I'm an open book. She can look anywhere she wants."

With that the loungers close and a message appears on the screen.

Please wait.

After a moment you are pulled into a memory that John presents you first, you can hear his thoughts before you see the images. The trader, the drugs, the kidnapping, every word he said was true...at least according to this.

When the memory is finished playing you probe deeper into his mind, you're looking for the moment in the diner when he was presenting his case. From his eyes you see yourself in the booth playing your game.

"I fucked up, but I've got to try and make this right." His voice echoes from nowhere in particular, and you listen as everything plays out. There is no deception in his words, but when you get up to leave the booth his thoughts leave you in shock. The feeling of a deep sadness leaves your chest feeling empty, he wanted to reach out for your hand, comfort you.

"There she goes. Probably the last time I talk to her and I said she was a friend. A fuckin friend. Can't even confess I love her...not like I deserve her..." His thoughts continue as he finds another booth to lay in for the night.

"She loves Cooper anyway, not like I'd even have a chance."

A knot forms in your stomach and you release his memories, panting as the sound of Dr. Amari's voice brings you out of your thoughts.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah... Uh... guess it's time for Coop." You say looking to John, unable able to decern the expression on his face.

They switch seats and Dr. Amari asks Cooper if he'd allow you to probe, unsurprisingly he answers no, but you know his painful past and don't hold it against him.

The process begins again, but the first memory you're presented isn't the kidnapping. It's the day after you won Maria off of him, someone had told you about a shooting range nearby and you wanted to test out your shiny new toy. You stood side by side shooting into the targets you had spread out, and when you were focused on your shot he glanced over to you, his thoughts were only of you.

It wasn't words, just feelings. He wanted to pull you close, run a hand through your hair and bring your face to his, feel you pressed against him as your lips touched. He wanted to be with you, but he didn't believe you could ever love him like that.

The memory fades away and the next one is what you expected. It corroborates Hancock's story, you're still pissed that they were careless, but you feel better knowing they weren't lying. Now you have an entirely new dilemma.

The lounger opens and Dr. Amari ensures that you're stable before allowing you to leave. When the ghouls begin to speak you hold up a hand to stop them.

"You both gave me a lot to think about. I believe you, but I need to go rest for a bit. Gather myself."

They allow you to leave in peace and you head to your room in the rexford. The jacket and jeans you wear feel hot and constricting, before laying in bed you strip to your underwear to let your skin breathe. Your mind is swimming you've thought of both of them romantically... physically. You remain lost in thought for hours, staring at the ceiling until there's a knock on the door. You open it to see Hancock standing in front of you with an offering of jet.

"I just wanted to give you this," he pushes it into your hands, "to take the edge off." And you set it on the side table.

He turns to walk away but you call him back, "wait, come in...please."

He eyes light up with hope as he steps inside and the door closes behind him.

"I don't know if you were able to see where I went in your mind-"

"Yeah I could sister. " He interjects

"Oh, well, I wish I'd known earlier. I-I mean I felt...feel the same way, I just don't know-"

With your admission he closes the short distance between you, one hand snakes up the back of your neck into your hair and the other goes to your waist. He pulls you close and his lips meet yours, the kiss is deep but gentle. You wrap your arms around his neck and sink into his passionate embrace. After a time you both pull away and he looks into your eyes, "Heh. Moments like this, I know all that karma stuff is bull. Because no one like me should be this lucky."

"John," you say with a furrowed brow, "there's something I need to tell you."

He looks concerned but says nothing in return.

"For the longest time I've fought against all these conflicting emotions, for you...for Coop. In the memory den, He showed me how he feels...I'm more confused than ever, but I know I love you both"

"Oh..." He looks away with disappointment, starting to pull away, but you hold him place.

"Please don't go." You plead

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"I want you more than anything sunshine," he looks deep into your eyes, "but I don't want you to do something you'll regret later"

"I want you too." You're unable to hold yourself back and you kiss him hard.

"Are you sure," he says, pulling away.

"Positive."

He pushes you up against the wall, hungry for your kiss, you moan softly as his hands find your ass and squeeze. You push off his coat and he takes the hint, removing his shirt as well. You guide him towards the couch where you push him down and climb into his lap. When you sit he lets out a groan and you feel his cock hardening beneath you. You snatch the jet from the table and bring it to your lips, inhaling deep before turning it to Hancock. After taking his hit he rests his hands on your hips and guides you to grind against him, feeling your underwear cling to your slit as your need grows. His lips trail kisses along your neck and chest as he removes your bra. He takes a moment to drink in the sight of you before pulling you close for another kiss. The feel of his rough skin against your nipples is electrifying, causing you to writhe on top of him.

You tease him a while longer, and when he can't stand it a second more he picks you up and carries you to the bed. He sits you on the edge and whips the sash off from around his hips. You hold out your wrists as he does so, urging him to bind your hands, "You need a safeword, sunshine?"

"Me? No. But you might." You say with a seductive smile.

"Well I'll be damned...caught myself a lil freak." His gravely voice fueling your desire even more. He takes your hands and pushes them behind your back and ties them securely, but safely while his lips graze your neck.

"In that case, Grognak." You both chuckle.

He pushes you onto your back and straddles you, bringing his face just inches from yours and runs a finger ever so lightly over the curves of your body causing a shiver to run down your spine. His fingers meet the cotton of your underwear and find the wetness between your thighs, "ohhh," he moans softly, "feels like you're ready to get this freakshow on the road."

He forces you to turn over on your stomach and grabs your hips, yanking them up until your ass is in the air and tugs your underwear down. You hear his knees hit the floor and before you can register what he's doing his tongue is running the length of your slit, greedily lapping you up. The pad of his thumb finds your bud and swirls around as his tongue continues to explore you, eliciting gentle moans from you. He brings you to the brink of climax, and you beg for release, but he doesn't allow it.

"Not yet." He gets up and walks away leaving you exposed.

You protest while you hear his footsteps cross the room, turning your head to try and see what he's doing, your face pressed into the matress making it difficult to catch a glimpse. You hear the sound of clothing falling to the floor as he hums, admiring how you look, helpless, completely at his mercy.

"Now this is my kinda art."

"Please John, fuck me!" You whine waiting for him to do something, your dripping cunt aching to take him in.

He takes your plea to heart and is on you in a flash. He teases your entrance with the tip of his dick, "you're so fucking wet" He growls, almost feral, before you slam yourself back causing him to moan loudly. He mercilessly pumps into you, giving you exactly what you wanted. He reaches forward and grabs your tits, kneading them as he pulls you up so you're back is Against his chest. His hot breath on your neck as he pants heavily adds another heavenly sensation that brings you close to the edge.

"I'm gonna cum." You manage to gasp out

"Make a mess sunshine." He whispers in your ear, and you fully obey. Your whole body shudders, constricting around him with each wave of mind numbing pleasure that pulses through you, bringing his climax to meet yours.

He gently releases your restraints lays you only the bed properly before snuffing out the lights and joining you. You lay your head on his chest, ear just above his heart to listen to the slowing rhythm. His arms wrap around you and sleep comes effortlessly.

You wake to an empty room, sure that Hancock has some mayoral duties to attend to and hadn't wanted to disturb your deep sleep. For a moment you lay there in bliss until your thoughts catch up and you realize that you need to talk to Cooper. As if on que you hear a knock on the door and his voice on the other side, "Hey sleepyhead. We need to talk."

[ghoulfuckersincorporated]

Just another quick "state of the union" general update/preview of what I'm working on for those interested.

I swear that my Norm one-shot is on its way, but it's missing a few critical bits that will help to gel it all together, and I refuse to force pieces when they aren't coming along naturally, because they always turn out like absolute garbage when I do. I'm sure you guys would rather have the good version and wait just a tad longer. If not, hopefully the quality will make you forgive me! My sincerest apologies for the delay in the interim.

I'm still pretty early on in my Honest Hearts playthrough, so more Joshua content is certainly on the table. I'm not sure I'd write anything for any of the other characters in this particular DLC unless asked, but I'd have no problem doing so if I had requests for it. I live to serve my fellow horny Fallout enthusiasts.

I'm not starting any new long-form pieces currently (which is a temptation I must utilize every ounce of my self control to fight), as my focus is on getting "Shoot the Moon" and the next part of "Duplicity" out, as well as a few other existing pieces. In the meantime, I'm continuing to work my way through my inventory of asks and requests. Here's a quick list of the ones I'm working on now, in no particular order:

More Charon content (follow-up headcanons and at least one one-shot, including some Virgin!Reader stuff; several requests for him and I love it!)

More Raul content (fairly short one-shot/blurb, more headcanons)

John Hancock x Virgin!Reader oneshot

Harland (New Vegas) NSFW headcanons

More Ghoulcy NSFW headcanons (and the pregnancy/lactation kink two-shot is still in the works)

Other miscellaneous Cooper Howard/The Ghoul content, including some "x Male Reader" stuff and some fluff asks with various genders

A few more general ghoul asks (including one about ghouls and sex pollen that I'm excited to work on)

I've been very preoccupied for a bit, but I'll have more time for writing in the coming weeks, which I'm looking forward to greatly. The askbox will remain open, as per usual, because I try to not block my blessings and you guys send solid gold ideas sometimes. The master list has also been updated once again.

Thanks for reading, y'all! I appreciate you and your creativity/kind messages.

[ghoulsbounty]

Fic Request Guidelines 💌

I've been getting lots of requests in the last few days (yay!) so thought I'd better make a proper post regarding who I write for, what I will write, etc.

• Please specify what kind of request (headcanon, imagine, full length fics) you would like. If you don't mind or leave it out, I can choose one. • I write 'x reader', that's including fem and gn only for now (I hope to expand on this.) I always try to exclude any physical descriptors (hair, skin colour, etc) so that everyone can be included. I also do not use 'y/n'. • Try to give as much detail as you can, like a basic plot or what you would like included. If you're not bothered, I'll go wild with it but it may take longer to answer. • I REALLY love angst and sometimes I write it without realising, so please specify if you do not want angst in your request. • I do not write RPF, very detailed abuse, scat, rape, incest, A/B/O, underage characters, aged up characters - I may add to this when I come across stuff I don't like. • If you're unsure if I will write for a certain fandom, character or kink not mentioned on my page, there is no harm in asking. • I write NSFW/smut and will tag accordingly. I would appreciate that any readers be over the age of 18. I also do not take requests from ageless blogs. • I try to prioritize requests in the order that I receive them, unless one really jumps out at me. If it's been a while since you requested, I promise I am getting to you!

• If I do write one of your requests, please interact with the post. I'd love to hear your thoughts and/or a reblog would be very appreciated. • If you don't want to request anything, I'm always happy to answer brainrots and yap about my favourite blorbos! If you'd like to be a specific anon, please let me know what emoji to tag so i know that it's you 😊 • If you would like to be added to a taglist for a specific character, please send me an ask!

❣️Characters/fandoms that I will write for❣️

Walton Goggins characters: Cooper Howard/The Ghoul, Boyd Crowder, Uncle Baby Billy, Lee Russell, Wade Felton. Slashers: Otis B. Driftwood, Thomas Hewitt, RZ!Michael Myers, Pyramid Head (DBD), Ghostface (DBD), Chop Top Sawyer, Doom-Head. Other: Haymitch Abernathy, Shouta Aizawa, Eddie Munson.

Find my ask box here! Looking forward to writing your amazing requests 🫶

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Hiii! 28 fem here, I'm **not** replacing anyone, just looking for anyone who would be interested in more stories with me. I have more time to write so if you are 21+ please don't hesitate to send me a dm! Most random stuff but willing to do original characters as well! I love talking ooc, it helps keep me engaged and I love plotting and collaborating! Can do some days of rapid fire responses, other times it might take a few days. I know real life comes first and I will always be patient so no worries. Would love to hear from you!

Here are some of the fandoms with pairings/tropes I like:

**Spock/Kirk** - Wholesome sci-fi adventures, potential for shorter procedural missions, would ideally want to expand and write other members of the enterprise as needed (such as Bones, Sulu, Nyota, Chekov, Scotty, Nurse Chapel, etc.), would play/write either characters

**Charles/Erik** - Friends to Lovers to Enemies, would do either post xmen first class cherik or would do older versions of them, darker themes, I would prefer to write Erik in this because I don't think I can do the optimistic Charles justice, we need to plot further with this one cause I would be down for lots of ideas

**Deadpool/Spider-Man** - slooooooow burn to even get to friends then maybe 🌈, would mainly start as Deadpool and Spider-Man running into each other doing work/patrols in the city and mexican food, prefer to write as Deadpool but would be willing to write Peter

**Deadpool/Wolverine** - post movie, Logan has nightmares, differences in their timelines, Logan visits this universe's version of the X-Men. Would be open to writing either.

**Harry/Hermione** - my preference would be to start sometime during deathly hallows after Ron left and Harry and Hermione are still dealing with the Horcrux, and writing either is good with me

**Hannibal/Will** - MURDER HUSBANDS 4EVER, post fall, (or I also have very many ideas for this ship, oh man), I would loooove to play Will for once in my friggin life but I would also understand that your sweet soul could not handle Hannibal and I have experience writing hanni

**Lestat/Louis** - set season 2 finale, during the hurricane, sweet *sweet* depressing vampire cuddles while mourning our daughter crying blood, but I get that's a LOT to start so also start of s3 rockstat era, Louis doing Lestat's makeup, would write either, genuinely love these two, tho more experience writing Lestat

**Daniel/Armand** - devil's minion era, or post season 2 TV show devil's minion, Armand IS ALICE au(?), open to writing either (would also do a one shot for Daniel/Louis)

**Crowley/Aziraphale** - I prefer writing Crowley but that's cause I have a very specific view of him and his feelings for Aziraphale, however I do like writing Aziraphale too, post season 2, or lots of different ideas for this one too

**Joker/Akechi** - set p5r term 3, OR Akechi has a palace that they do after Sae’s palace and before Shido’s cause I think Akechi should get to do a patricide, or whenever joker sleeps and goes to the Velvet Room, Akechi is there or they know they are the two tricksters from the start and Joker starts in the metaverse with Akechi and Joker knows about Akechi’s murders but Akechi is his only family until he finally meets the phantom thieves and starts to pull away from Akechi and wants to turn him in

**Lucy/The Ghoul/Cooper Howard** - heterosexuals strike again, post season finale as they track down Kyle McLaughlin and figure out what is happening, would probably prefer to play The Ghoul but I would also like Lucy too so IDK not a hard preference actually

**Hughie/OC** - AU he leaves the boys and lives a normal life and is cherished for ONCE in his ridiculous existence, would be fine with either male or female OC just not starlight sorry Annie January you have a cool name but your powers kinda suck and ur personality is idk I just think him and Kimiko would have been cute 🥰

**Homelander/OC** - again I'm fine with male or female and would prefer to write the OC but am open to it. OC could be someone new joining The Seven or someone he somehow met during his childhood (maybe even Sage or Hughie)

**Tyrion Lannister/Daenerys Targaryen** - rewind a few seasons, take things slower then follow the journey to King's Landing and the Red Keep, maybe when they first met, would write either but have more experience as Daenerys. (Sidenote: I also ship Jorah/Dany and Tyrion/Varys so same thing)

**AU / Tropes** I like and would do with ANY of the ships and characters above or even OCs:

Soulmate AU

Hanahaki disease

Teammates/Roommates

Childhood best friends

Enemies-to-lovers

Coffeeshop (always - one exists in every fandom and ship)

Stockholm syndrome 🕊️

Powers OR (No Powers for fandoms that have supes, mutants, magic, etc. )

Amnesia where person A wakes up and doesn't remember person B but wrongly (rightly) assumes person B is their spouse/significant other or just memory loss of critical moments

If you're interested at all, my dms are open! Thank you! 🖤🫶🏼🩵

[shadow1515]

(edit: CLOSED FOR NOW)

hello! i am in the mood to write more for the ghoul/cooper howard, but am unsure what exactly to write, so i'm gonna turn to you all!

this is sort of me opening requests, but only for the ghoul/cooper howard for right now. it might take me a bit to get to them, but i will lyk if i choose not to write or it's taking a while.

here's my criteria for requests/ideas:

only the ghoul/cooper howard from the Fallout TV show

only female or gender neutral/fem presenting readers (will also be younger, in their 20s)

can either be when he's a ghoul or when he's a human (but am leaning more towards ghoul rn)

preferably something dark and smutty (noncon, dubcon, kidnapping, similar stuff to my story Too Sweet), but am open to suggestions (will most likely lean towards dubcon tho if not straight noncon)

i WON'T do: underage, age play, watersports, stockholm, and potentially others (i will lyk if i won't do your request for whatever reason)

i have the right to turn down any requests/ideas, and there is no guarantee i will even get to them

i am absolutely open to either another oneshot or a continuation of Too Sweet! Drabbles or headcannons are also open (but would prefer stories over hcs)

pls only 18+ send in requests!!!!!!!

i don't know how long these will stay open, but we shall see. i might also add some other characters from other things, but for right now, here we go!

thank you for your time, and have fun!

[rp-partnerfinder]

Hiii! 28 fem here, I'm **not** replacing anyone, just looking for anyone who would be interested in more stories with me. I have more time to write so if you are 21+ please don't hesitate to send me a dm! Mostly fandom stuff but willing to do original characters as well! I love talking ooc, it helps keep me engaged and I love plotting and collaborating! Can do some days of rapid fire responses, other times it might take a few days. I know real life comes first and I will always be patient so no worries. Would love to hear from you!

Here are some of the fandoms with pairings/tropes I like:

**Spock/Kirk** - Wholesome sci-fi adventures, potential for shorter procedural missions, would ideally want to expand and write other members of the enterprise as needed (such as Bones, Sulu, Nyota, Chekov, Scotty, Nurse Chapel, etc.), would play/write either characters

**Charles/Erik** - Friends to Lovers to Enemies, would do either post xmen first class cherik or would do older versions of them, darker themes, I would prefer to write Erik in this because I don't think I can do the optimistic Charles justice, we need to plot further with this one cause I would be down for lots of ideas

**Deadpool/Spider-Man** - slooooooow burn to even get to friends then maybe 🌈, would mainly start as Deadpool and Spider-Man running into each other doing work/patrols in the city and mexican food, prefer to write as Deadpool but would be willing to write Peter

**Deadpool/Wolverine** - post movie, Logan has nightmares, differences in their timelines, Logan visits this universe's version of the X-Men. Would be open to writing either.

**Harry/Hermione** - my preference would be to start sometime during deathly hallows after Ron left and Harry and Hermione are still dealing with the Horcrux, and writing either is good with me

**Hannibal/Will** - MURDER HUSBANDS 4EVER, post fall, (or I also have very many ideas for this ship, oh man), I would loooove to play Will for once in my friggin life but I would also understand that your sweet soul could not handle Hannibal and I have experience writing hanni

**Lestat/Louis** - set season 2 finale, during the hurricane, sweet *sweet* depressing vampire cuddles while mourning our daughter crying blood, but I get that's a LOT to start so also start of s3 rockstat era, Louis doing Lestat's makeup, would write either, genuinely love these two, tho more experience writing Lestat

**Daniel/Armand** - devil's minion era, or post season 2 TV show devil's minion, Armand IS ALICE au(?), open to writing either (would also do a one shot for Daniel/Louis)

**Crowley/Aziraphale** - I prefer writing Crowley but that's cause I have a very specific view of him and his feelings for Aziraphale, however I do like writing Aziraphale too, post season 2, or lots of different ideas for this one too

**Joker/Akechi** - set p5r term 3, OR Akechi has a palace that they do after Sae’s palace and before Shido’s cause I think Akechi should get to do a patricide, or whenever joker sleeps and goes to the Velvet Room, Akechi is there or they know they are the two tricksters from the start and Joker starts in the metaverse with Akechi and Joker knows about Akechi’s murders but Akechi is his only family until he finally meets the phantom thieves and starts to pull away from Akechi and wants to turn him in

**Lucy/The Ghoul/Cooper Howard** - post season finale as they track down Kyle McLaughlin and figure out what is happening, would probably prefer to play The Ghoul but I would also like Lucy too so IDK not a hard preference actually

**Hughie/OC** - AU he leaves the boys and lives a normal life and is cherished for ONCE in his ridiculous existence, would be fine with either male or female OC just not starlight sorry Annie January you have a cool name but your powers kinda suck and ur personality is idk I just think him and Kimiko would have been cute 🥰

**Homelander/OC** - again I'm fine with male or female and would prefer to write the OC but am open to it. OC could be someone new joining The Seven or someone he somehow met during his childhood or honestly even Sage or Hughie if it's needs to be a canon character for you

**Tyrion Lannister/Daenerys Targaryen** - rewind a few seasons, take things slower then follow the journey to King's Landing and the Red Keep, maybe when they first met, would write either but have more experience as Daenerys. (Sidenote: I also ship Jorah/Dany and Tyrion/Varys so same thing)

**AU / Tropes** I like and would do with ANY of the ships and characters above or even OCs:

Soulmate AU

Hanahaki disease

Teammates/Roommates

Childhood best friends

Enemies-to-lovers

Coffeeshop (always - one exists in every fandom and ship)

Stockholm syndrome 🕊️

Powers OR (No Powers for fandoms that have supes, mutants, magic, etc. )

Amnesia where person A wakes up and doesn't remember person B but wrongly (rightly) assumes person B is their spouse/significant other or just memory loss of critical moments

If you're interested at all, my dms are open! Thank you! 🖤🫶🏼🩵

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[angel-of-the-moons]

Opening requests for two days starting now!

Send me some Halloween/Fall-themed/Spooky stuff! Can be fluffy or smutty!

Right now because I'm a little overwhelmed but need to distract from an upcoming hospital appointment, I'm only taking req's for these specific characters:

Simon "Ghost" Riley (Includes my Fallout crossover one!)

John "Soap" Mactavish

Moon Boys (obviously)

Khonshu

Moon Knight/Marc Spector (From Vengeance of Venom. I swear, am I the only person who writes for him?)

Eddie/Venom (Can be one or the other or both!!)

Miguel O'Hara

Cooper Howard (Don't ask me how, but I can do both Post-War and Pre-War!)

Anselm Vogelweide

A Modern!Duke Leto Atreides (I just can't put my tiny brain to work on how I could possibly fit Halloween into their sci-fi/technically alien culture I'm SORRY 😭)

I'll update this post once the ask box is closed! (Please be kind 🥺)

[m-musings]

Hiya y'all! My name is M and this is my blog for multi-fandom writing! This post will serve as my fandom masterlist and indicator for when requests are open!

I write primarily for fem! readers but will write for gn! readers if requested! The things I write are mostly fluff but I will occasionally try to post stuff with angst!

If there's a character or fandom you don't see listed on here, please feel free to send a fic or headcannons request for them to my ask box!

It does takes me a while to get inspired and write but I do try to have requests posted as soon as I can!

So with that said, I hope you have a nice day and a nice time reading my stuff! Byeeeeeee! :]

REQUESTS: OPEN!!!

MASTERLIST (below the cut!):

The Arcana:

Multiple:

Headcanons: Cuddling with the Arcana Men

Headcanons: The Arcana Characters Love Languages

Headcanons: How Julian, Muriel & Lucio React When They're Jealous (Separate)

Fallout: The Series:

Cooper "The Ghoul" Howard:

Crawl Out Through the Fallout with Me: Cooper "The Ghoul" Howard X Fem! Reader

Multiple:

Headcanons: Fallout Characters Love Language

Headcanons: Fallout Characters + Random Texts W/ Reader

The Mandalorian:

Headcanons: Din Djarin and the 5 Love Languages

Bullseye: Din Djarin x Fem! Reader

Team Fortress 2:

Multiple:

Headcanons: TF2 Mercs + Dumb Pickup Lines

Headcanons: How TF2 Mercs act when they're crushing on Merc!Reader

Overwatch:

Cole Cassidy:

Headcanons: Cole Cassidy as Your Boyfriend

Headcanons: Cole Cassidy with a GN! Teen! Reader (Platonic)

Junkrat / Jamison Fawkes:

Junkrat/Jamison Fawkes as Your Boyfriend

Multiple:

Headcanons: Cassidy, Genji, Hanzo and Ramattra with a Former Talon Test Subject S/O (Separate)

Headcanons: Overwatch Men Saying I Love You for the First Time (Pt 1.)

Headcanons: Overwatch Men Saying I Love You for the First Time (Pt. 2)

One Piece:

Buggy the Clown:

Winging It: Buggy the Clown X Winged! Fem! Reader Pt. 1

Winging it: Buggy the Clown x Winged! Fem! Reader Pt. 2

Not a Joke: Buggy the Clown X Fem! Reader

Zoro Roronoa:

Headcanons: Zoro Roronoa as Your Boyfriend

Multiple:

Headcanons: The One Piece Old Men as Cutesy Relationship Things

Headcanons: The One Piece Old Men with an Older Fem! S/O

Headcanons: Straw Hat Men as Cute Couple Pictures

Headcanons: Hugging One Piece Men

Headcanons: Hugging Portgas D. Ace & Sir Crocodile

Rise of The Guardians (No longer writing for!!!):

Jack Frost:

Headcanons: Jack Frost X Forest Fairy! Reader

Multiple:

Headcanons: Jack Frost, Pitch Black and E. Aster Bunnymund with Grim Reaper! Reader

Headcanons: E. Aster Bunnymund and Pitch Black with a Guardian of Love! S/O

[warspun]

guidelines. updated 11/10/2024.

about this account. a heavily original crafted multi-character account. character founds on here will be both original and canons written as original characters ( if this bothers you, don't follow ). they will not be following the source material at all, incorporating what I want + not incorporating what I don't want. I'm very particular about my lore surrounding my characters. * if it was realistic to make an account for all of them, I would.

DON'T ASSUME ANYTHING ABOUT MY CHARACTERS, IF YOU HAVE A QUESTION PLEASE INQUIRE. I WILL DO MY BEST TO LET YOU KNOW IF THINGS an idea or reply/starter DON'T WORK. * with that being said, I reserve the right to not reply to anything that has the notion that you did not read my rules, or simply because I'm not vibing. in regards to duplicates, i only want to not feel like i'm replaceable. * i'm not into antagonistic relationships unless we talk about things and we are super close. my main focus will be romantic, sexual, platonic and familial relationships.

themes / TROPES explored. pending. established universes I will write in: the 100, the hunger games, star wars, star trek, the boys/gen v/vought rising, supernatural, fallout, dune, far cry, saw, silent hill.

written format. iconless for the most part, graphic-less replies ie. banners, I honestly expect the same back for replies written for me, appreciate it, I will make certain exceptions. some characters are written with the occasional first person thrown into the third person, present tense. please don't use second person when interacting with me. I have a hard time reading replies with a lot of spaces between each word as well. * using all lowercase, varying regular or small size font, bold italics underlining and minimalist formatting. please don't use colored text when writing with me.

activity levels. an established private account, classified as [s]low, sporadic and interest motivated. will only write with MUTUAL FOLLOWERS, however non-mutuals and personals may send me questions about my characters. if you are someone who has a timeline for receiving replies, I am not for you. I don't normally scroll the dash, so me sending unprompted memes may or may not happen. I also probably won't post starter calls, best way to interact is by messaging me to plot, writing me a starter, or sending me a prompt. I answer stuff in my inbox very slowly. * only follow me if you plan on interacting ic with me.

mature content. do not follow this account if you are under the age of twenty1. a plethora of triggering content may or may not be found here, including but certainly not limited to VIOLENCE, WAR THEMES, CANNIBALISM, TERMINAL ILLNESS/CANCER, RADIATION DEATH AND POISONINGS, CHILD ABUSE/ABUSE IN GENERAL,  DEATH/SUICIDE,  MENTAL ILLNESS, SMOKING/DRUGS, SMUT/SEXUAL THEMES. everything will be tagged accordingly. curate your space how you want it. I won't write the obvious nasty behavior shit, I don't wanna list them cause I don't wanna type them out. no entertaining nasty behavior. not going to tell you how to act, you can figure it out. out of character. you can call me silver, thirty2, using he/they pronouns, eastern standard time. ⸻UPDATES: I currently work full time in healthcare and am going to college part-full time. I operate this account when my mental health and schedule permits.

CHARACTER LIST UNDER CUT

dean alexander winchester. SUPERNATURAL. leon hiram marshall  /   soldier boy  /  captain vought.  THE BOYS / GEN V / VOUGHT RISING.   lee dutton. YELLOWSTONE. russell shaw. TRACKER. paul atreides. DUNE. cooper "the ghoul" howard.  FALLOUT: AMAZON. courier six. FALLOUT: NEW VEGAS. joshua graham. FALLOUT: NEW VEGAS, HONEST HEARTS DLC. beau arlen. BIG SKY. joseph seed. FAR CRY 5. sergei nachayev. ATOMIC HEART. ORIGINAL CHARACTERS: carter kennedy cooke. MECHANIC  /  [street] RACER. gideon jaime mcclain.TIMELAPSE. MORE COMING SOON.

I'm very happy to make up a character for you on the spot, if one of the above does not tickle your fancy.

[submissivekillers]

I probably just missed it, but you’re writing for none horror characters too? Which ones? 👀

A SELECTION OF NON-HORROR STUFF I'M TAKING KINKTOBER REQUESTS FOR:

• House of the Dragon (currently writing for gwayne hightower)

• Challengers

• Dungeon Meshi (writing for laios)

• Criminal Minds

• Fallout (writing for cooper howard + john hancock)

• Dragon Age

• Resident Evil

• Baldur's Gate 3

• ...... and I keep getting thirst edits on tiktok and they're making me insane so if anyone wants to rq for Logan Howlett/Wolverine, get it while u can lmao

honestly there are probably other properties I'm down to write for but I'm high and have a goldfish memory lmfao. if there's anything you're really itching to see me write that's not up here, feel free to send in a prompt and if I'm familiar enough I'll add it to the kinktober list 👍

[disappointingyet]

Design For Living

Director Ernst Lubitsch Stars Gary Cooper, Miriam Hopkins, Fredric March USA 1933 Language English, French 1hr 33mins Black & white

Dear boy, you can’t possibly be telling me Gary Cooper is in a Noel Coward picture

Ninotchka

Director Ernst Lubitsch Stars Greta Garbo, Melvyn Douglas USA 1939 Language English, a tiny bit of Russian and French 1hr 50mins Black & white

Garbo laughs! Stalin doesn’t!

Many of my favourite films are Hollywood comedies of the 1930s and ‘40s. Ernst Lubitsch is regarded by critics as one the best directors of the era* and he specialised in comedies but I haven’t seen many of his films and those I had seen had watched hadn’t sold me on his genius. In particular, The Shop Around The Corner, which I saw on the big screen, left me underwhelmed. But it seemed like time to give him another go…

The attention-grabbing thing about Design For Living is that it is a Noel Coward adaptation starring Gary Cooper. Slow-talking cowboy Gary Cooper? Yeah, that one. Gary Cooper as a Cubist painter living in a Parisian garret and involved in unconventional sexual arrangements? Uh-huh. In a comedy? Yep. 

It’s apparently a very loose Coward adaptation (I’ve never seen the play) but his spirit remains, even if all the characters are now American. George (Cooper) and his playwright chum Tom (Fredric March) meet Gilda (Miriam Hopkins), who does art for an ad agency – ie, unlike them, she has a real income – on a train. Soon, and unknown to George and Tom, she’s carrying on with both men.

Ah, yes, something important to say: this is what is known as a pre-Code movie – one made before Hollywood’s system of self-censorship (which lasted until the 1960s) kicked in. 

Anyway, the guys rumble what’s going on and tell Gilda she has to make a decision: But instead of choosing one of them, she moves in to sort them out on the condition that there will be no sex… What are the odds that that will stick? 

If an Americanised Noel Coward  play sounds like a classic Hollywood monstrosity, it turns out that this film is pretty funny and still a bit daring. And Cooper could do comedy: he’s opposite Barbara Stanwyck in Ball Of Fire, a Howard Hawks screwball classic from 1940 in which he plays a linguistics professor researching slang. My assumption is that Cary Grant must have been first choice for that film but Cooper is good, and he and March and Hopkins are an appealing trio (or maybe throuple?) in Design For Living.

Ninotchka is much more famous movie and one I’m 95% sure** I saw as a kid. The tagline was ‘Garbo laughs!’ – this was a big deal. I feel that Greta Garbo is somewhere between those old-time movie stars who are almost completely forgotten – Sonja Henie, for instance – and those who have endured more clearly, say Marlene Dietrich. Even if you’ve never seen a Dietrich movie – and let’s be honest, most people alive have not seen a Dietrich movie – there's a reasonable chance you have some sense of what she looked and sounded like, if only from parodies and drag queens. Garbo, on the other hand, seems like just a name now. 

Considering she’s playing the title character, Garbo takes a while to turn up in Ninotchka. We’re in Paris again and a trio of Soviet officials are in town to sell some jewels. News of this mission reaches the Russian Grand Duchess (Ina Claire) who was the former (or, in her view, still rightful) owner of the jewels and she sends her boyfriend Leon (Melvyn Douglas), a French count, to try to retrieve the stuff or at least put a spoke in the Soviet plans. Pretty soon, he has the three officials thoroughly seduced by Western decadence. So Moscow sends a much more hardline comrade to sort things out… and that’s of course Ninotchka.

The broad strokes of this kind of hardened yet naive Bolshevik were familiar until at least the 1980s: she’s baffled by fun, she asks the Count’s butler why he subjects himself to the indignity of being a servant and the old man turns out to be far more conservative than the count etc.

 But the film is smarter than that (and Garbo was a huge star known for dramatic roles.) So we get nuance – for instance, we learn that Ninotchka had been a frontline soldier in the wars that followed the revolution, something not possible in the US until this century as far as I can tell. I don’t think the film is disapproving of this. 

The film’s take on the USSR is fascinating. It was claimed by many Western Communists and other apologists for Stalin (so-called fellow travellers) that it was impossible to know how oppressive the regime had become until the death of Stalin (1953) or even the invasion of Hungary (1956) – but this mainstream Hollywood comedy from 1939 has a clear idea. 

‘The latest mass trials were a great success,’ reports Ninotchka. ‘There are going to be fewer but better Russians.’ That’s a pretty brutal joke even now, but kind of astonishing at the time. The working assumption is that anyone who has messed up and has to return to the USSR will be shot. The scene of a Moscow parade shows Stalin’s cult of personality in full effect. The Russians are in Paris as a part of a programme to flog off Tsarist-era treasures to feed a starving people. 

Ah, but this was anti-Communist propaganda, so they would have said all those things, wouldn’t they? But American anti-Communist propaganda, by and large, didn’t work like this. It wanted to show that the USSR was powerful, dangerous, its agents insidious, not (for instance) easy to derail with champagne and cigarette girls. Anti-Communists were constantly warning everyone to be on their guard (and, during the Cold War, waved through absurd defence spending). This film, instead, is suggesting that people like fun and anyone in a position to compare the two will decide that the decadent West is simply a better time than Marxist-Leninism.

There are three writers credited with the screenplay (although apparently Lubitsch also did some of the work): Charles Brackett, Billy Wilder and Walter Reisch. Reisch I know nothing about, but Brackett and Wilder wrote Ball Of Fire (mentioned earlier) and Sunset Boulevard together, among many other films, before Wilder went on to an even better partnership with IAL Diamond. Pretty much any film Wilder worked on will have some great lines, and this is no exception. (‘A Russian! I love Russians! Comrade, I've been fascinated by your five-year plan for the last fifteen years.’)

Ninotchka is a terrific movie – silly when it needs to be but often extremely smart, funny but also quite tough in its way. It does so many interesting things, like holding off on bringing on its star, and the politics are super-interesting. So, yes, I'm starting to understand why Lubitsch mattered.

*One time and one time only I was invited to the Christmas party of Sight And Sound, the most serious-minded non-academic film magazine there is. My main memory of the evening is lurking uselessly on the edge of an intense conversation about Lubitsch, knowing I had nothing to add. 

**The tiny bit of doubt is because the story was reworked as a Fred Astaire-Cyd Charisse musical called Silk Stockings. I may well have seen that too, but my memory is of a black & white film, not a musical – so Ninotchka.