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Space and Time - Portgas D. Ace x Reader

Space and Time - Portgas D. Ace x Reader

Content : depictions of death, grief, upset, last confessions, minor mentions of injuries, recovery, moving on, reader is gender neutral

Word Count : 1.2k

A/N : This was devastating to write and I made myself cry writing it. I hope you like it and to listen to the song I used for inspiration, click the title. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed my work, and send any requests you may have my way.

Space and Time - Portgas D. Ace

It was almost like you sensed it, when the brightest flame you've ever known was snuffed. In the middle of fleeing from battle, you spin, watching as Portgas D. Ace shields his little brother from harm. 

You watch in horror as the magma fist pierces his body, your ears ringing as if this was a bad dream. You couldn't comprehend what you were seeing. Your feet move on their own, dodging any allies' hands that may stop you. Not this. Not him, it couldn't be. 

"Ace!" You scream at the top of your lungs, over the sound of Luffy's enrage and anguished cries. "Ace!" 

Your knees hit the ground, scraping harshly as you scramble to him, turning him over. Your hands come up to his freckled face. Your best friend, your anchor, laying before you, dying. Tears burn the corners of your eyes, and he weakly looks up at you and Luffy. 

He struggles, pulling Luffy closer weakly to murmur to him. "Thank you for loving me." He concludes, and with a face absolutely swathed in grief, Luffy sobs, his face upturned to the sky. Ace's dark eyes slide to yours. 

"Hey, little flame." He says affectionately. 

You swallow, shaking your head at the nickname he had given you so long ago. "There has to be something we can do, Marco-" You start, but he interrupts you. 

"No, baby." He says hoarsely. "He burned me too badly." He says softly. You stop, tears flowing hard, harder than you've ever cried before. "Listen to me," Ace says softly. 

You reach out to him again, thumbs lightly stroking the freckles across his face. "Always," You choke out, and a weak hand grasps your wrist. 

"I can feel I don't have much time. But I need you to know. How much you mean to me-" He says, wincing hard as the pain overwhelms him. "I love you. I love you so much." He says, tears pricking the corners of his own eyes now. "You've been my whole world and-" he chokes a bit, gritting his teeth. Willing himself to continue. For you. "And I'm so sorry I didn't tell you sooner." 

You let out a choking, sobbing noise. You lean down shakily, pressing a soft kiss to his lips, your forehead collpasing to his shoulder. "I love you too, so much. Since I met you. I love you so much." 

You hear Ace whisper your name hoarsely once more, and you lift your head, ready to give him whatever he needs in the last moments of his life. 

To your utter devastation, the mischief that you were used to sparkling in his eyes was gone. There was no light there anymore. Just the shell of who he had been. You scream, sobbing, cursing. 

"No, no, no, Ace! Please!" You sob, cradling his face. 

You feel two hands grasp your wrists, and you look up, feeling feral, bewildered, like a cornered animal; into Luffy's devastated face. 

"He's gone! He's gone - he's not coming back!" He shouts, and you let out what Luffy thinks is the most heartbreaking wail he's ever heard, collapsing into his chest. 

In the ash and remnants of fire, Luffy holds you as you collapse in his arms. 

When you awake, you're on what you recognize to be the Polar Tang's infirmary. You didn't know what time it was, but it seemed to be either late evening or morning, judging from the purple-blue of the sky you could see from the bed you laid in. You gasp, sitting upright, tears springing to your eyes again when tattooed hands gently push your shoulders back down. 

You look up through bleary eyes to see Law, who gave you a sympathetic squeeze of the hand as he watched the events rush back to your fragile mind. 

"Where's Luffy?" You croak, and Law gestures coolly behind him. 

"Went on a rampage, had to sedate him before he ripped all his wounds open. You had minor injuries but grief seemed to knock you out."

Your head drops to your hands, unable to answer him. You sob, shoulders shaking as you think of Ace. Of his last words to you. What he told you. Law clenches his jaw and looks away, feeling as if this was a moment you needed for yourself. He retreats slowly back to what he had been working on, leaving you to feel what you needed. You were hurting badly, but you appreciated the space to grieve. 

Weeks have gone by, and you pull the orange cowboy hat Luffy had left in your possession down to cover your eyes as the Polar Tang docked into the island you'd be leaving for your training from. 

To your surprise, a letter was waiting for you at the post when you went to send word to Robin, who you'd be joining in training. The letter was surely addressed to you, and scrawled messily. 

You'd recognize that scrawl from all of the messy notes he'd leave on the Sunny for you - meant to ask you to help him find a certain place in town or just give you a smile. Zoro. 

With shaking fingers, you unfold the note, swallowing hard when you read the words written there. "I'm so sorry." It says. 

So there it is. You figure the death of Portgas D. Ace has made it to the papers. You keep your head ducked, trying not to sob out loud as you make your way to the small private dock Robin informed you that the guide would wait for you at. You would get stronger. To make him proud of you. 

When you run off the boat and into Robin's arms, sobbing, she strokes your hair and whispers that Ace always loved you, and always will, no matter where he was now. You thanked the stars that night that you had the Strawhats crew that had always cared for your wellbeing so deeply. 

You fall asleep that night clutching Zoro's note, like it was the only thing that could comfort you in this emotional turmoil. And if you were being honest, it kind of was. 

Two years after Ace's death, Robin and yourself made your way to the dock on Sabaody Archipelago, where the crew had agreed to meet after vigorous training. 

You felt different now. The string of Ace's hat was around your neck, the body of the cowboy style bouncing lightly against your shoulder blades as you walked, ensuring that a piece of him was always with you. You were stronger now, more skilled. There were nights where you'd sit and watch the stars, when the wind would whisper and you swore you heard his voice lilting "little flame". But the hole in your heart was beginning to mend. You were fragile still, but you decided you didn't want to leave this world without letting those you cared about know how you felt. Not after Ace. 

So, it doesn't hurt, it doesn't feel wrong when you spot the Sunny, and you run directly into the arms of a green haired swordsman, who wraps his arms around you as tightly as he can, lifting you while whispering how much he had missed you into your ear. You wanted this space and time with him. 

And when you donned your orange hat and sat on the head of the ship next to Luffy, he slings an arm around you, pointing at the sunset that reminded you both of the bravest man you knew.

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Space and Time - Portgas D. Ace x Reader

Space and Time - Portgas D. Ace x Reader

Content : depictions of death, grief, upset, last confessions, minor mentions of injuries, recovery, moving on, reader is gender neutral

Word Count : 1.2k

A/N : This was devastating to write and I made myself cry writing it. I hope you like it and to listen to the song I used for inspiration, click the title. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed my work, and send any requests you may have my way.

Space and Time - Portgas D. Ace

It was almost like you sensed it, when the brightest flame you've ever known was snuffed. In the middle of fleeing from battle, you spin, watching as Portgas D. Ace shields his little brother from harm. 

You watch in horror as the magma fist pierces his body, your ears ringing as if this was a bad dream. You couldn't comprehend what you were seeing. Your feet move on their own, dodging any allies' hands that may stop you. Not this. Not him, it couldn't be. 

"Ace!" You scream at the top of your lungs, over the sound of Luffy's enrage and anguished cries. "Ace!" 

Your knees hit the ground, scraping harshly as you scramble to him, turning him over. Your hands come up to his freckled face. Your best friend, your anchor, laying before you, dying. Tears burn the corners of your eyes, and he weakly looks up at you and Luffy. 

He struggles, pulling Luffy closer weakly to murmur to him. "Thank you for loving me." He concludes, and with a face absolutely swathed in grief, Luffy sobs, his face upturned to the sky. Ace's dark eyes slide to yours. 

"Hey, little flame." He says affectionately. 

You swallow, shaking your head at the nickname he had given you so long ago. "There has to be something we can do, Marco-" You start, but he interrupts you. 

"No, baby." He says hoarsely. "He burned me too badly." He says softly. You stop, tears flowing hard, harder than you've ever cried before. "Listen to me," Ace says softly. 

You reach out to him again, thumbs lightly stroking the freckles across his face. "Always," You choke out, and a weak hand grasps your wrist. 

"I can feel I don't have much time. But I need you to know. How much you mean to me-" He says, wincing hard as the pain overwhelms him. "I love you. I love you so much." He says, tears pricking the corners of his own eyes now. "You've been my whole world and-" he chokes a bit, gritting his teeth. Willing himself to continue. For you. "And I'm so sorry I didn't tell you sooner." 

You let out a choking, sobbing noise. You lean down shakily, pressing a soft kiss to his lips, your forehead collpasing to his shoulder. "I love you too, so much. Since I met you. I love you so much." 

You hear Ace whisper your name hoarsely once more, and you lift your head, ready to give him whatever he needs in the last moments of his life. 

To your utter devastation, the mischief that you were used to sparkling in his eyes was gone. There was no light there anymore. Just the shell of who he had been. You scream, sobbing, cursing. 

"No, no, no, Ace! Please!" You sob, cradling his face. 

You feel two hands grasp your wrists, and you look up, feeling feral, bewildered, like a cornered animal; into Luffy's devastated face. 

"He's gone! He's gone - he's not coming back!" He shouts, and you let out what Luffy thinks is the most heartbreaking wail he's ever heard, collapsing into his chest. 

In the ash and remnants of fire, Luffy holds you as you collapse in his arms. 

When you awake, you're on what you recognize to be the Polar Tang's infirmary. You didn't know what time it was, but it seemed to be either late evening or morning, judging from the purple-blue of the sky you could see from the bed you laid in. You gasp, sitting upright, tears springing to your eyes again when tattooed hands gently push your shoulders back down. 

You look up through bleary eyes to see Law, who gave you a sympathetic squeeze of the hand as he watched the events rush back to your fragile mind. 

"Where's Luffy?" You croak, and Law gestures coolly behind him. 

"Went on a rampage, had to sedate him before he ripped all his wounds open. You had minor injuries but grief seemed to knock you out."

Your head drops to your hands, unable to answer him. You sob, shoulders shaking as you think of Ace. Of his last words to you. What he told you. Law clenches his jaw and looks away, feeling as if this was a moment you needed for yourself. He retreats slowly back to what he had been working on, leaving you to feel what you needed. You were hurting badly, but you appreciated the space to grieve. 

Weeks have gone by, and you pull the orange cowboy hat Luffy had left in your possession down to cover your eyes as the Polar Tang docked into the island you'd be leaving for your training from. 

To your surprise, a letter was waiting for you at the post when you went to send word to Robin, who you'd be joining in training. The letter was surely addressed to you, and scrawled messily. 

You'd recognize that scrawl from all of the messy notes he'd leave on the Sunny for you - meant to ask you to help him find a certain place in town or just give you a smile. Zoro. 

With shaking fingers, you unfold the note, swallowing hard when you read the words written there. "I'm so sorry." It says. 

So there it is. You figure the death of Portgas D. Ace has made it to the papers. You keep your head ducked, trying not to sob out loud as you make your way to the small private dock Robin informed you that the guide would wait for you at. You would get stronger. To make him proud of you. 

When you run off the boat and into Robin's arms, sobbing, she strokes your hair and whispers that Ace always loved you, and always will, no matter where he was now. You thanked the stars that night that you had the Strawhats crew that had always cared for your wellbeing so deeply. 

You fall asleep that night clutching Zoro's note, like it was the only thing that could comfort you in this emotional turmoil. And if you were being honest, it kind of was. 

Two years after Ace's death, Robin and yourself made your way to the dock on Sabaody Archipelago, where the crew had agreed to meet after vigorous training. 

You felt different now. The string of Ace's hat was around your neck, the body of the cowboy style bouncing lightly against your shoulder blades as you walked, ensuring that a piece of him was always with you. You were stronger now, more skilled. There were nights where you'd sit and watch the stars, when the wind would whisper and you swore you heard his voice lilting "little flame". But the hole in your heart was beginning to mend. You were fragile still, but you decided you didn't want to leave this world without letting those you cared about know how you felt. Not after Ace. 

So, it doesn't hurt, it doesn't feel wrong when you spot the Sunny, and you run directly into the arms of a green haired swordsman, who wraps his arms around you as tightly as he can, lifting you while whispering how much he had missed you into your ear. You wanted this space and time with him. 

And when you donned your orange hat and sat on the head of the ship next to Luffy, he slings an arm around you, pointing at the sunset that reminded you both of the bravest man you knew.

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i have a few things coming up 🤭

1. Portgas D. Ace hurt fic (warning : will be sad)

2. Zoro is bad at feelings fic

3. Sanji asks for a dance

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Here's the cute story for you?

One day, the reader was helping Sanji working in the kitchen, and the reader was hamming to the song "once upon a dream" by 'emily osmond' and when he asked her about the song? after she told him, Sanji pulled her to the side and asked her to slow dance with him while she sang the song, and from that day forward, that became his new favorite song?

I love this idea! I might use the original version of once upon a dream because i have a soft spot for it, but i will definitely be writing this!

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Contrary - Sanji Vinsmoke x F!Reader

Contrary - Sanji Vinsmoke x F! Reader

Content : angst, fluff, jealousy, light swearing, mentions of drinking/being drunk

Word Count : 1083

A/N : Here I am again, just coming out of nowhere with a new fandom to write for. Been seeing a lot of HCs that Sanji would still flirt with other women after being taken, but I think the opposite (he just needs someone to be serious about him ok)

Contrary to popular belief, as soon as Sanji had you, other women left his mind. Sure, he knows they're pretty, but something about you has Sanji watching every movement, attuning to every need. 

In short, he loves to make sure you're taken care of. 

That's why, when you enter the tavern on the rainy island, standing beside Nami, you freeze in your tracks. 

Cigarette dangling from his lips, that half smirk you know so well...and it's trained on a woman that's not you. A small, strange, strangled noise comes from your throat, and you immediately feel Nami's hand on the small of your back. 

You felt like the world was spinning, like the floor beneath you was going to give out. Breath catching, you spin on your heel and leave the tavern, right as Sanji looks up to see you. 

"Merde..."He mutters, moving faster than Nami had even seen him. He whizzes past Nami, the smell of smoke and spices whipping by as if he were in one of his cooking frenzies. 

You were walking down the cobblestone street, boots clunking on the stone. Your jaw was clenched, your steps heavy. You hear someone calling your name, and you try to speed up once you realize it's Sanji. 

"Damn it-" Sanji mumbles, finally catching your wrist and tugging you to a stop. You jolt a bit, unexpecting him to actually catch up to you. 

When you whip around, Sanji almost falters, not expecting to see your face bathed in such hurt. 

"Baby -"He says. 

"What?" You snap. "I know that stupid little smirk of yours that you get while you're flirting."You hiss at him. 

Sanji frowns, curly eyebrows pulling down in an expression unknown to you. "I wasn't flirting with her, I was telling her I was waiting for the most beautiful creature to walk this island -"

"Oh save it!"You cut in. "Do you forget that I know exactly how you are or used to be before we got together?" You cross your arms after pulling your wrist from his grasp. 

Sanji frowns again. "I...is that what you really think of me?" He asks you softly, a look of hurt running across his face. 

For just a moment, panic bubbles in your stomach. You never wanted to hurt him, but you were too angry to think straight at the moment.

Sanji softly releases your wrist, taking a step back. 

"Who....was that, then?" You ask, voice clipped. 

With a frown on his perfct lips, Sanji shrugs. "I dunno. She asked me to buy her a drink and I said no."He shifts his weight from one foot to another. "You can ask Mosshead."

You feel bad, suddenly, and your face burns with shame. "I-"You snap your mouth shut, embarrassed and upset with yourself. "I'm sorry." You mumble, turning your gaze from him. 

Sanji is still frowning. "I am too. I'm sorry it looked that way and I'm really sorry you don't trust me."

Your gaze snaps to his, quickly. "That's not -"

"Isn't it? You ran before I could even say anything, darlin'." He says, hands in his pockets now. "I thought I made it pretty clear how I feel about you, but I suppose you don't believe me." He says softly, eyes flickering to yours, searching your face for something you didn't know how to give him knowingly. 

"Sanji.." You say, unable to form a coherent sentence. Why couldn't you speak? You cursed yourself silently, upset that you couldn't say what was on your mind at the moment. 

"I...don't want to hear it. I'll see you on the Sunny." He says, voice a bit choked. Without another word, he walks away from you, leaving you stanfing in the street light's soft glow. 

Frowning, you return to the Sunny, rushing to your quarters and pacing immediately. What did you do? Did you just fuck up your relationship because you were being insecure? Sanji didn't deserve the way you snapped at him, and the fact that he told you to ask Zoro proved to you that he was speaking the truth. 

It wasn't until much later that you heard the boys return, laughing and stumbling. You give it a few moments, deciding to venture to the kitchen, where you knew Sanji would be. 

He was there, his back turned to you, scribbling furiously. He didn't seem to be drunk, but he was partaking in very aggressively writing the menu for the next day. You could tell by the way you could hear him muttering measurements. He heard you, before he saw you.

"What?" He asked gruffly. 

Usually, when you entered the kitchen, he immediately asked if he could get you something. The absence of the familiar question lets you know that you hurt his feelings. 

"Sanji.."

"Yes, what, angel?" Even upset with you, he still called you a pet name. That made you feel even worse. Nervously, you cross the kitchen, rounding the kitchen island to stand in front of him. He keeps his eyes trained on his menu, but you speak anyway. 

"I'm sorry." You rush out. "I saw you standing with that girl and thought of all the times before we were together that I saw you flirting in taverns and I got insecure. I'm not half as pretty as some of these women and I got so jealous seeing another girl who was obviously interested in you-"

Sanji stands abruptly, and your words falter. You watch as he rounds the kitchen island, large hands coming up to cup your face. 

"Contrary to the belief of everyone on this ship that I'm unable to resist flirting with everything that moves, all I see is you. I go to sleep thinking about you, I wake up thinking about you, I skip having as many cigarettes as I do, because of you. You are the center of my world. I plan the menu around things I know you like. Haven't you noticed that there haven't been any mushrooms in your dishes for weeks?" He asks. 

Your eyes flicker over his features. He looked so eager, so sweet. "I'm so sorry - so so sorry." You cry out, leaning up to pepper his face with kisses. "You're so sweet to me, I don't deserve kindness like-"

Once again, he cuts you off, kissing you softly. It's not heated,sloppy. It's a soft, reverent, adoring kiss. And it's just for you. 

Like all parts of Sanji now, it was just for you.

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Contrary - Sanji Vinsmoke x F!Reader

Contrary - Sanji Vinsmoke x F! Reader

Content : angst, fluff, jealousy, light swearing, mentions of drinking/being drunk

Word Count : 1083

A/N : Here I am again, just coming out of nowhere with a new fandom to write for. Been seeing a lot of HCs that Sanji would still flirt with other women after being taken, but I think the opposite (he just needs someone to be serious about him ok)

Contrary to popular belief, as soon as Sanji had you, other women left his mind. Sure, he knows they're pretty, but something about you has Sanji watching every movement, attuning to every need. 

In short, he loves to make sure you're taken care of. 

That's why, when you enter the tavern on the rainy island, standing beside Nami, you freeze in your tracks. 

Cigarette dangling from his lips, that half smirk you know so well...and it's trained on a woman that's not you. A small, strange, strangled noise comes from your throat, and you immediately feel Nami's hand on the small of your back. 

You felt like the world was spinning, like the floor beneath you was going to give out. Breath catching, you spin on your heel and leave the tavern, right as Sanji looks up to see you. 

"Merde..."He mutters, moving faster than Nami had even seen him. He whizzes past Nami, the smell of smoke and spices whipping by as if he were in one of his cooking frenzies. 

You were walking down the cobblestone street, boots clunking on the stone. Your jaw was clenched, your steps heavy. You hear someone calling your name, and you try to speed up once you realize it's Sanji. 

"Damn it-" Sanji mumbles, finally catching your wrist and tugging you to a stop. You jolt a bit, unexpecting him to actually catch up to you. 

When you whip around, Sanji almost falters, not expecting to see your face bathed in such hurt. 

"Baby -"He says. 

"What?" You snap. "I know that stupid little smirk of yours that you get while you're flirting."You hiss at him. 

Sanji frowns, curly eyebrows pulling down in an expression unknown to you. "I wasn't flirting with her, I was telling her I was waiting for the most beautiful creature to walk this island -"

"Oh save it!"You cut in. "Do you forget that I know exactly how you are or used to be before we got together?" You cross your arms after pulling your wrist from his grasp. 

Sanji frowns again. "I...is that what you really think of me?" He asks you softly, a look of hurt running across his face. 

For just a moment, panic bubbles in your stomach. You never wanted to hurt him, but you were too angry to think straight at the moment.

Sanji softly releases your wrist, taking a step back. 

"Who....was that, then?" You ask, voice clipped. 

With a frown on his perfct lips, Sanji shrugs. "I dunno. She asked me to buy her a drink and I said no."He shifts his weight from one foot to another. "You can ask Mosshead."

You feel bad, suddenly, and your face burns with shame. "I-"You snap your mouth shut, embarrassed and upset with yourself. "I'm sorry." You mumble, turning your gaze from him. 

Sanji is still frowning. "I am too. I'm sorry it looked that way and I'm really sorry you don't trust me."

Your gaze snaps to his, quickly. "That's not -"

"Isn't it? You ran before I could even say anything, darlin'." He says, hands in his pockets now. "I thought I made it pretty clear how I feel about you, but I suppose you don't believe me." He says softly, eyes flickering to yours, searching your face for something you didn't know how to give him knowingly. 

"Sanji.." You say, unable to form a coherent sentence. Why couldn't you speak? You cursed yourself silently, upset that you couldn't say what was on your mind at the moment. 

"I...don't want to hear it. I'll see you on the Sunny." He says, voice a bit choked. Without another word, he walks away from you, leaving you stanfing in the street light's soft glow. 

Frowning, you return to the Sunny, rushing to your quarters and pacing immediately. What did you do? Did you just fuck up your relationship because you were being insecure? Sanji didn't deserve the way you snapped at him, and the fact that he told you to ask Zoro proved to you that he was speaking the truth. 

It wasn't until much later that you heard the boys return, laughing and stumbling. You give it a few moments, deciding to venture to the kitchen, where you knew Sanji would be. 

He was there, his back turned to you, scribbling furiously. He didn't seem to be drunk, but he was partaking in very aggressively writing the menu for the next day. You could tell by the way you could hear him muttering measurements. He heard you, before he saw you.

"What?" He asked gruffly. 

Usually, when you entered the kitchen, he immediately asked if he could get you something. The absence of the familiar question lets you know that you hurt his feelings. 

"Sanji.."

"Yes, what, angel?" Even upset with you, he still called you a pet name. That made you feel even worse. Nervously, you cross the kitchen, rounding the kitchen island to stand in front of him. He keeps his eyes trained on his menu, but you speak anyway. 

"I'm sorry." You rush out. "I saw you standing with that girl and thought of all the times before we were together that I saw you flirting in taverns and I got insecure. I'm not half as pretty as some of these women and I got so jealous seeing another girl who was obviously interested in you-"

Sanji stands abruptly, and your words falter. You watch as he rounds the kitchen island, large hands coming up to cup your face. 

"Contrary to the belief of everyone on this ship that I'm unable to resist flirting with everything that moves, all I see is you. I go to sleep thinking about you, I wake up thinking about you, I skip having as many cigarettes as I do, because of you. You are the center of my world. I plan the menu around things I know you like. Haven't you noticed that there haven't been any mushrooms in your dishes for weeks?" He asks. 

Your eyes flicker over his features. He looked so eager, so sweet. "I'm so sorry - so so sorry." You cry out, leaning up to pepper his face with kisses. "You're so sweet to me, I don't deserve kindness like-"

Once again, he cuts you off, kissing you softly. It's not heated,sloppy. It's a soft, reverent, adoring kiss. And it's just for you. 

Like all parts of Sanji now, it was just for you.

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This is so sweet thank you!!!

New Beginnings - The GhoulxFem!Reader

New Beginnings - The GhoulxFem!Reader

Content - longing, angst, close proximity, mentions of war and post-apocalypse

Word Count : 2.3K

Summary : The Ghoul is a grumpy, selfish, sarcastic asshole of a cowboy. Or so you think.

A/N - Me when I'm back with a completely different character than the one I said I was going to write for. Anyway, this is based on the head canon that Cooper was once a complete lover boy with Barb, and could be again with the right person - I hope you enjoy!

The dry, dusty terrain was as unforgiving as ever, but he didn't feel much thirst. He wasn't having a grand ole time, of course, but he didn't mind the heat much. 

You trail behind him, coughing a bit at the dust kicked up into the air as you walk. You turn your face skyward, then look behind you. The trading post the two of you had traveled from was now just a dot on the horizon, almost as if it never existed. 

He stops and looks around at you, a sneer on his lipless face. "For a bounty hunter, you sure don't take kindly to the elements."A slight southern twang tinges his voice and you grimace in return. 

"I know you swallow dust and chems for breakfast, but that doesn't mean someone without a charred throat likes swallowing dust." You shoot back. To your surprise, the ghoul chuckles. 

You didn't like working with him. But he was a damn good trackder, and you needed some help tracking a particularly evasive chems thief. Chems were hard to come by, but when they stole from the mom and pop shop, well, you couldn't stand for that. Not when Granny Agatha gave chems for free and did it out of the kindness of her heart and not for caps. 

You squint in the sun, trailing the ground with your bright eyes as you cursed to yourself. You had lost your hat in a brawl, and hadn't had time to get a new one. As you search the ground for any type of clue, you feel coolness, and then a shade over your head. You lift yourself, looking up at a hatless ghoul. 

When you raise an eyebrow, you see his throat bob -nervously?-before he speaks. "I been up here long enough, sweetheart, heat don't bother me none."

You touch the brim of the hat he placed on your head and smile a bit. "Thank you." You say softly. 

He clears his own throat now, and shrugs when you look at him too closely. You raise your eyebrow again, but push your questions away. The two of you had worked together for a long time, and he had never acted like this.

"Well, it'll be dark soon. We need to find somewhere to hunker down before fiends start crawling about." You say, looking towards the pink fading to orange in the early evening sky. 

The Ghoul nods once, and starts to stride away from you.  "Hey! That's the wrong way!" You shout, as you turn your heels and stumble after him. 

"Not for where we're hunkerin' down, doll." He says, his steps quick and sure of themselves. 

You grimace at the nickname, but follow him, trusting that he knows somewhere to stay safe for the night. Falling into step beside him again, he looks down at you as you adjust the pack on your back.  A feeling he doesn't quite understand sweeps over him, and he blinks, swallowing hard before turning to face forward. Why did he feel so...protective? So...gooey?

An hour passes, and just as the deep purple of twilight begins to arrive, there it is. The shelter The Ghoul has chosen looks to be an abandoned trailer park. He leads you to the biggest one, so you can build a small fire inside. 

As you spread out blankets and arrange the little amount of belongings you both have, you catch The Ghoul looking at you as you tidy up. You stop, placing a calloused hand on one hip. 

"Y'know, Cowboy, you could be helping instead of staring."

You thought he might laugh, but instead, one corner of his mouth turns down. 

"Sure wish ya'd call me by my real name, darling. Known ya long enough, now."

Your eyes soften in the light of the igniting spark of the fire, and you sit gently next to him. You watch the dancing flames, wondering why he only now mentioned wanting you to call him by his real name.  "Cooper." You say softly. You hear him let out a sharp exhale, and he turns his head from you. 

You would have no way of knowing that your sweet voice went straight to his heart, melting layers of ice that have been there for years. His nostrils - or rather, the place where his nose used to be - flare, and he tries hard to make sure his voice doesn't break when he quips back. "See, that wasn't so hard!" The air of teasing envelops him, keeps him safe once again from any feelings that may be stirring. 

You scoff, rolling your eyes as you take two sealed ration packs and hand one to him. You sit in silence as you chew, thinking about your journey that lead you here. 

Later, when you're asleep, Cooper studies all your features. You always look so peaceful when you sleep, like the Wasteland had never touched you, never made you into the ruthless hunter you were. Your breathing is slow and steady, and he watches, enamored and intrigued. You stir slightly, brows furrowed a bit, and Cooper reaches out a hand instinctively, petting your hair. Usually, when you toss in your sleep, you don't wake up. He doesn't realize that you're looking at him, quietly observing as he strokes your hair, until he turns from the fire again. 

"Shit!" He exclaims, pulling his scarred hand from your locks of hair and standing quickly as you push yourself up onto your elbow. Still bleary-eyed, but very much awake.

"I'm sorry, darlin' - you were tossing and turning and I just -"

You cut him off with a yawn, sitting up fully. "Do you...do that alot?"

The cowboy looks sheepish. "I- only -" He clears his throat, gruff voice returning, trying to put on an act of what it means to pretend. Pretend that you're his to protect, to hold, to cherish. "Only when you toss sometimes. You're worth more well-rested, we both know that."He shrugs, sitting on the other side of the low fire. He picks up a sticks and pokes at it idly. 

You watch him curiously, still sitting upright. 

He can't look at you. If he looks at you, your tousled hair and sleepy face will pull him in and he'll confess that he dreams of you, wants to caress your smooth face with his ghoulishly scarred hands, wants you more than he can remember wanting anyone else. To him, it isn't even lust, it's a deep-seated need to protect you, to care for you...to love you wholly. And that scares him. 

"Cooper." You say, almost sternly. "Look at me."

He does, and damn, does it nearly break his heart in two. You are so good, and he is so terrible, and he could never be worthy enough of you.

You slide out of your sleeping bag and crawl to him on hands and knees before seating yourself next to him. "I think it's sweet." You say. "But..."

"But..?" he prompts. Here it comes. She finds him repulsive or unattractive, or something along those lines. Hell, he certainly wouldn't blame her. 

"But why haven't you ever said anything before?" You ask quietly, looking over at him, trying to see what his reaction to your question will be. He swallows, then shakes his head, a scoff leaving thin lips. 

"Are ya really askin' me that?" He asks, an incredulous tone underneath the gruffness of his voice. "I'm no good darlin'. I'm a killer, a bounty hunter, a..."He grimaces. "A ghoul." 

"Why does it matter what you are?" You ask, brows furrowed. 

Cooper blinks, looking down at you. "Because such a tough, gorgeous gal shouldn't be tied down to a hideous cowboy like me." 

You sit up a bit straighter, brows furrowed in confusion. "I don't think you're hideous." You say. Cooper swallows, and sucks his teeth. 

"Just sayin' that." He mutters, rolling his eyes, and looking into the fire again. You rest your chin on your knee and observe him. You never thought that Cooper would have any insecurities, none at all.

The fact that this smooth talking, gun flinging cowboy thought you would think him hideous is interesting to you. 

When he glances back and finds you looking at him, his face drops, a look of annoyance passing through his expression briefly. 

"What are ya lookin' at me for?"

"I'm just...surprised." You say, a small shrug lifting one shoulder. 

"That what? I'm a little insecure? I've laid all over this wasteland, it don't matter when you want a quick fuck..."He shakes his head. "It's different when ya feel..."

Your eyes widen a bit. "Feel...?"

"..Partial...to the person." He finishes, a shrug settling across his shoulders now. You roll your eyes, crawling back around the fire to settle into your sleeping bag again. 

"I don't think you're hideous, Cooper."You say, scooting down into the welcome warmth of the bag. "In fact, I think you're charming and intriguing and quite handsome."

Cooper scoffs once more, shaking his head. "Then radiation poison must be taking over that pretty little head of yours."

You smirk, snuggling down into a deep sleep.  ---

When the sun starts to come through the window, you open your eyes, watching as Cooper loads his chems into his inhaler, puffing in the substance that keeps him from going feral. You sit up, leaning over to tug open his bag. There's only 3 vials left, and you frown. 

"Why didn't you tell me you were low?" You ask, standing up to pull on pants over your shorts and the dirty denim button up you had been wearing for a few days. 

Cooper's eyes narrow at you as he takes another puff of the chems. When he pulls the inhaler from his mouth he coughs a bit, before replying. "Not for you to be worried about."

Now it was your turn to scoff. "Says who? You? Just cause you think you're some lone wolf doens't mean I can't care about your wellbeing. You're just being stubborn,never asking for help." You chastise, lightly kicking his boot-clad foot as you pass by him.

His hand shoots out, his long fingers grasping your wrist. You stop, looking down at him. 

He tugs, leaning up as you come down. "Don't get sassy, now, darlin'. May have let you in a bit last night, but I'm still not the kind of man you want to get angry." 

Your eyes flick between his, and you can tell he doesn't mean it, not really. He's putting up a front. But you would be lying if you said the words didn't send a thrill through you. "Well, you're not going to be able do much of anything if you're lying there coughing because you're out of chems." You take a risk and lean closer. 

His noseless face is closer to yours now, and he smirks. "Trying to show off how tough you are, darlin'?"

You glance down at his mouth and then straighten up, flicking your hair over your shoulder as you continue past him. You had a feeling there was a softer side to him, and you'd get to it. You hear Cooper chuckle as you walk by. 

As you pick up from the night before, you see Cooper start to look around the abandoned trailer you were staying in. Straightening up, you see him holding something small in his hands. 

"Whatcha find, cowboy?"You ask, crossing the small area to stand next to him, peering over his shoulder. 

But then you see it. A button with his pre-war visage on it. Your eyes trail from it, up his arm and to his face, where his eyes hold an emotion you don't know if you've ever seen before. At least, not on him. 

Before you can think, you reach out, curling his fingers down and around the button as you come around to face him. He winces slightly, not making eye contact with you. It's not until he feels your hand slide to his face that his warm brown eyes make contact with yours. 

"Now, come on, sweetheart, what are ya-"He's cut off as you shush him. 

"Shh."You say,stroking his face. "Yeah. I was right."

Cooper's brow furrows again. "Right about what?"

"You are handsome." You say softly. 

Cooper's eyes soften, his own hand coming up to grasp your wrist again. He swallows, a look of yearning fleeting across his face. His eyes close briefly as he takes in a deep breath. "I...I'll ruin you." He whispers. 

You pull yourself closer to him and he responds in kind, his other arm circling you, hand ending up tangled in the hair at the nape of your neck. "No. You won't." You say. "I've seen the way you look at me. I see how soft you get when we talk late into the night. You might think you're guarding me from you, but I think you're worried." Your thumb runs over his scarred cheek and he looks into your eyes. 

His head ducks, and before you know it, he's kissing you. It's interesting,kissing a ghoul. But you respond in kind, hand leaving his face to wrap your arms around his neck. This is the side of Coper you knew he was hiding. He wasn't rough with you. He wasn't unkind. It was a soft, longing kiss. 

When you pull away from each other, he looks away, clearing his throat. "I...I'm sorry, darlin'. I got a bit carried away." 

You shake your head. "I'm not sorry." You respond. 

Cooper seems surprised by this. "You...aren't?" You shake your head again. He seems as if he doesn't know if you're sure about that answer. His hand is still clutched around the vintage button, but slowly, he opens his hand and lets it fall. 

You think he's going to kiss you again, but what he actually does melts your heart even more than a kiss could. Cooper scoops you into his arms, embracing you with a strength you've seen before, but never this gentle. 

"Oh!" you gasp, laughing lightly at how easily he sweeps you into this hug. But there's no quip, no smartass remark. Just a tender, loving hug. 

He buries his face in your neck, whispering. "Thank you, darlin'." 

You don't respond. He doesn't want you to. You just wrap your arms around him. The two of you stand there in the silence of the early Wasteland morning, pondering on new beginnings to come.

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New Beginnings - The GhoulxFem!Reader

New Beginnings - The GhoulxFem!Reader

Content - longing, angst, close proximity, mentions of war and post-apocalypse

Word Count : 2.3K

Summary : The Ghoul is a grumpy, selfish, sarcastic asshole of a cowboy. Or so you think.

A/N - Me when I'm back with a completely different character than the one I said I was going to write for. Anyway, this is based on the head canon that Cooper was once a complete lover boy with Barb, and could be again with the right person - I hope you enjoy!

The dry, dusty terrain was as unforgiving as ever, but he didn't feel much thirst. He wasn't having a grand ole time, of course, but he didn't mind the heat much. 

You trail behind him, coughing a bit at the dust kicked up into the air as you walk. You turn your face skyward, then look behind you. The trading post the two of you had traveled from was now just a dot on the horizon, almost as if it never existed. 

He stops and looks around at you, a sneer on his lipless face. "For a bounty hunter, you sure don't take kindly to the elements."A slight southern twang tinges his voice and you grimace in return. 

"I know you swallow dust and chems for breakfast, but that doesn't mean someone without a charred throat likes swallowing dust." You shoot back. To your surprise, the ghoul chuckles. 

You didn't like working with him. But he was a damn good trackder, and you needed some help tracking a particularly evasive chems thief. Chems were hard to come by, but when they stole from the mom and pop shop, well, you couldn't stand for that. Not when Granny Agatha gave chems for free and did it out of the kindness of her heart and not for caps. 

You squint in the sun, trailing the ground with your bright eyes as you cursed to yourself. You had lost your hat in a brawl, and hadn't had time to get a new one. As you search the ground for any type of clue, you feel coolness, and then a shade over your head. You lift yourself, looking up at a hatless ghoul. 

When you raise an eyebrow, you see his throat bob -nervously?-before he speaks. "I been up here long enough, sweetheart, heat don't bother me none."

You touch the brim of the hat he placed on your head and smile a bit. "Thank you." You say softly. 

He clears his own throat now, and shrugs when you look at him too closely. You raise your eyebrow again, but push your questions away. The two of you had worked together for a long time, and he had never acted like this.

"Well, it'll be dark soon. We need to find somewhere to hunker down before fiends start crawling about." You say, looking towards the pink fading to orange in the early evening sky. 

The Ghoul nods once, and starts to stride away from you.  "Hey! That's the wrong way!" You shout, as you turn your heels and stumble after him. 

"Not for where we're hunkerin' down, doll." He says, his steps quick and sure of themselves. 

You grimace at the nickname, but follow him, trusting that he knows somewhere to stay safe for the night. Falling into step beside him again, he looks down at you as you adjust the pack on your back.  A feeling he doesn't quite understand sweeps over him, and he blinks, swallowing hard before turning to face forward. Why did he feel so...protective? So...gooey?

An hour passes, and just as the deep purple of twilight begins to arrive, there it is. The shelter The Ghoul has chosen looks to be an abandoned trailer park. He leads you to the biggest one, so you can build a small fire inside. 

As you spread out blankets and arrange the little amount of belongings you both have, you catch The Ghoul looking at you as you tidy up. You stop, placing a calloused hand on one hip. 

"Y'know, Cowboy, you could be helping instead of staring."

You thought he might laugh, but instead, one corner of his mouth turns down. 

"Sure wish ya'd call me by my real name, darling. Known ya long enough, now."

Your eyes soften in the light of the igniting spark of the fire, and you sit gently next to him. You watch the dancing flames, wondering why he only now mentioned wanting you to call him by his real name.  "Cooper." You say softly. You hear him let out a sharp exhale, and he turns his head from you. 

You would have no way of knowing that your sweet voice went straight to his heart, melting layers of ice that have been there for years. His nostrils - or rather, the place where his nose used to be - flare, and he tries hard to make sure his voice doesn't break when he quips back. "See, that wasn't so hard!" The air of teasing envelops him, keeps him safe once again from any feelings that may be stirring. 

You scoff, rolling your eyes as you take two sealed ration packs and hand one to him. You sit in silence as you chew, thinking about your journey that lead you here. 

Later, when you're asleep, Cooper studies all your features. You always look so peaceful when you sleep, like the Wasteland had never touched you, never made you into the ruthless hunter you were. Your breathing is slow and steady, and he watches, enamored and intrigued. You stir slightly, brows furrowed a bit, and Cooper reaches out a hand instinctively, petting your hair. Usually, when you toss in your sleep, you don't wake up. He doesn't realize that you're looking at him, quietly observing as he strokes your hair, until he turns from the fire again. 

"Shit!" He exclaims, pulling his scarred hand from your locks of hair and standing quickly as you push yourself up onto your elbow. Still bleary-eyed, but very much awake.

"I'm sorry, darlin' - you were tossing and turning and I just -"

You cut him off with a yawn, sitting up fully. "Do you...do that alot?"

The cowboy looks sheepish. "I- only -" He clears his throat, gruff voice returning, trying to put on an act of what it means to pretend. Pretend that you're his to protect, to hold, to cherish. "Only when you toss sometimes. You're worth more well-rested, we both know that."He shrugs, sitting on the other side of the low fire. He picks up a sticks and pokes at it idly. 

You watch him curiously, still sitting upright. 

He can't look at you. If he looks at you, your tousled hair and sleepy face will pull him in and he'll confess that he dreams of you, wants to caress your smooth face with his ghoulishly scarred hands, wants you more than he can remember wanting anyone else. To him, it isn't even lust, it's a deep-seated need to protect you, to care for you...to love you wholly. And that scares him. 

"Cooper." You say, almost sternly. "Look at me."

He does, and damn, does it nearly break his heart in two. You are so good, and he is so terrible, and he could never be worthy enough of you.

You slide out of your sleeping bag and crawl to him on hands and knees before seating yourself next to him. "I think it's sweet." You say. "But..."

"But..?" he prompts. Here it comes. She finds him repulsive or unattractive, or something along those lines. Hell, he certainly wouldn't blame her. 

"But why haven't you ever said anything before?" You ask quietly, looking over at him, trying to see what his reaction to your question will be. He swallows, then shakes his head, a scoff leaving thin lips. 

"Are ya really askin' me that?" He asks, an incredulous tone underneath the gruffness of his voice. "I'm no good darlin'. I'm a killer, a bounty hunter, a..."He grimaces. "A ghoul." 

"Why does it matter what you are?" You ask, brows furrowed. 

Cooper blinks, looking down at you. "Because such a tough, gorgeous gal shouldn't be tied down to a hideous cowboy like me." 

You sit up a bit straighter, brows furrowed in confusion. "I don't think you're hideous." You say. Cooper swallows, and sucks his teeth. 

"Just sayin' that." He mutters, rolling his eyes, and looking into the fire again. You rest your chin on your knee and observe him. You never thought that Cooper would have any insecurities, none at all.

The fact that this smooth talking, gun flinging cowboy thought you would think him hideous is interesting to you. 

When he glances back and finds you looking at him, his face drops, a look of annoyance passing through his expression briefly. 

"What are ya lookin' at me for?"

"I'm just...surprised." You say, a small shrug lifting one shoulder. 

"That what? I'm a little insecure? I've laid all over this wasteland, it don't matter when you want a quick fuck..."He shakes his head. "It's different when ya feel..."

Your eyes widen a bit. "Feel...?"

"..Partial...to the person." He finishes, a shrug settling across his shoulders now. You roll your eyes, crawling back around the fire to settle into your sleeping bag again. 

"I don't think you're hideous, Cooper."You say, scooting down into the welcome warmth of the bag. "In fact, I think you're charming and intriguing and quite handsome."

Cooper scoffs once more, shaking his head. "Then radiation poison must be taking over that pretty little head of yours."

You smirk, snuggling down into a deep sleep.  ---

When the sun starts to come through the window, you open your eyes, watching as Cooper loads his chems into his inhaler, puffing in the substance that keeps him from going feral. You sit up, leaning over to tug open his bag. There's only 3 vials left, and you frown. 

"Why didn't you tell me you were low?" You ask, standing up to pull on pants over your shorts and the dirty denim button up you had been wearing for a few days. 

Cooper's eyes narrow at you as he takes another puff of the chems. When he pulls the inhaler from his mouth he coughs a bit, before replying. "Not for you to be worried about."

Now it was your turn to scoff. "Says who? You? Just cause you think you're some lone wolf doens't mean I can't care about your wellbeing. You're just being stubborn,never asking for help." You chastise, lightly kicking his boot-clad foot as you pass by him.

His hand shoots out, his long fingers grasping your wrist. You stop, looking down at him. 

He tugs, leaning up as you come down. "Don't get sassy, now, darlin'. May have let you in a bit last night, but I'm still not the kind of man you want to get angry." 

Your eyes flick between his, and you can tell he doesn't mean it, not really. He's putting up a front. But you would be lying if you said the words didn't send a thrill through you. "Well, you're not going to be able do much of anything if you're lying there coughing because you're out of chems." You take a risk and lean closer. 

His noseless face is closer to yours now, and he smirks. "Trying to show off how tough you are, darlin'?"

You glance down at his mouth and then straighten up, flicking your hair over your shoulder as you continue past him. You had a feeling there was a softer side to him, and you'd get to it. You hear Cooper chuckle as you walk by. 

As you pick up from the night before, you see Cooper start to look around the abandoned trailer you were staying in. Straightening up, you see him holding something small in his hands. 

"Whatcha find, cowboy?"You ask, crossing the small area to stand next to him, peering over his shoulder. 

But then you see it. A button with his pre-war visage on it. Your eyes trail from it, up his arm and to his face, where his eyes hold an emotion you don't know if you've ever seen before. At least, not on him. 

Before you can think, you reach out, curling his fingers down and around the button as you come around to face him. He winces slightly, not making eye contact with you. It's not until he feels your hand slide to his face that his warm brown eyes make contact with yours. 

"Now, come on, sweetheart, what are ya-"He's cut off as you shush him. 

"Shh."You say,stroking his face. "Yeah. I was right."

Cooper's brow furrows again. "Right about what?"

"You are handsome." You say softly. 

Cooper's eyes soften, his own hand coming up to grasp your wrist again. He swallows, a look of yearning fleeting across his face. His eyes close briefly as he takes in a deep breath. "I...I'll ruin you." He whispers. 

You pull yourself closer to him and he responds in kind, his other arm circling you, hand ending up tangled in the hair at the nape of your neck. "No. You won't." You say. "I've seen the way you look at me. I see how soft you get when we talk late into the night. You might think you're guarding me from you, but I think you're worried." Your thumb runs over his scarred cheek and he looks into your eyes. 

His head ducks, and before you know it, he's kissing you. It's interesting,kissing a ghoul. But you respond in kind, hand leaving his face to wrap your arms around his neck. This is the side of Coper you knew he was hiding. He wasn't rough with you. He wasn't unkind. It was a soft, longing kiss. 

When you pull away from each other, he looks away, clearing his throat. "I...I'm sorry, darlin'. I got a bit carried away." 

You shake your head. "I'm not sorry." You respond. 

Cooper seems surprised by this. "You...aren't?" You shake your head again. He seems as if he doesn't know if you're sure about that answer. His hand is still clutched around the vintage button, but slowly, he opens his hand and lets it fall. 

You think he's going to kiss you again, but what he actually does melts your heart even more than a kiss could. Cooper scoops you into his arms, embracing you with a strength you've seen before, but never this gentle. 

"Oh!" you gasp, laughing lightly at how easily he sweeps you into this hug. But there's no quip, no smartass remark. Just a tender, loving hug. 

He buries his face in your neck, whispering. "Thank you, darlin'." 

You don't respond. He doesn't want you to. You just wrap your arms around him. The two of you stand there in the silence of the early Wasteland morning, pondering on new beginnings to come.

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New Beginnings - The GhoulxFem!Reader

New Beginnings - The GhoulxFem!Reader

Content - longing, angst, close proximity, mentions of war and post-apocalypse

Word Count : 2.3K

Summary : The Ghoul is a grumpy, selfish, sarcastic asshole of a cowboy. Or so you think.

A/N - Me when I'm back with a completely different character than the one I said I was going to write for. Anyway, this is based on the head canon that Cooper was once a complete lover boy with Barb, and could be again with the right person - I hope you enjoy!

The dry, dusty terrain was as unforgiving as ever, but he didn't feel much thirst. He wasn't having a grand ole time, of course, but he didn't mind the heat much. 

You trail behind him, coughing a bit at the dust kicked up into the air as you walk. You turn your face skyward, then look behind you. The trading post the two of you had traveled from was now just a dot on the horizon, almost as if it never existed. 

He stops and looks around at you, a sneer on his lipless face. "For a bounty hunter, you sure don't take kindly to the elements."A slight southern twang tinges his voice and you grimace in return. 

"I know you swallow dust and chems for breakfast, but that doesn't mean someone without a charred throat likes swallowing dust." You shoot back. To your surprise, the ghoul chuckles. 

You didn't like working with him. But he was a damn good trackder, and you needed some help tracking a particularly evasive chems thief. Chems were hard to come by, but when they stole from the mom and pop shop, well, you couldn't stand for that. Not when Granny Agatha gave chems for free and did it out of the kindness of her heart and not for caps. 

You squint in the sun, trailing the ground with your bright eyes as you cursed to yourself. You had lost your hat in a brawl, and hadn't had time to get a new one. As you search the ground for any type of clue, you feel coolness, and then a shade over your head. You lift yourself, looking up at a hatless ghoul. 

When you raise an eyebrow, you see his throat bob -nervously?-before he speaks. "I been up here long enough, sweetheart, heat don't bother me none."

You touch the brim of the hat he placed on your head and smile a bit. "Thank you." You say softly. 

He clears his own throat now, and shrugs when you look at him too closely. You raise your eyebrow again, but push your questions away. The two of you had worked together for a long time, and he had never acted like this.

"Well, it'll be dark soon. We need to find somewhere to hunker down before fiends start crawling about." You say, looking towards the pink fading to orange in the early evening sky. 

The Ghoul nods once, and starts to stride away from you.  "Hey! That's the wrong way!" You shout, as you turn your heels and stumble after him. 

"Not for where we're hunkerin' down, doll." He says, his steps quick and sure of themselves. 

You grimace at the nickname, but follow him, trusting that he knows somewhere to stay safe for the night. Falling into step beside him again, he looks down at you as you adjust the pack on your back.  A feeling he doesn't quite understand sweeps over him, and he blinks, swallowing hard before turning to face forward. Why did he feel so...protective? So...gooey?

An hour passes, and just as the deep purple of twilight begins to arrive, there it is. The shelter The Ghoul has chosen looks to be an abandoned trailer park. He leads you to the biggest one, so you can build a small fire inside. 

As you spread out blankets and arrange the little amount of belongings you both have, you catch The Ghoul looking at you as you tidy up. You stop, placing a calloused hand on one hip. 

"Y'know, Cowboy, you could be helping instead of staring."

You thought he might laugh, but instead, one corner of his mouth turns down. 

"Sure wish ya'd call me by my real name, darling. Known ya long enough, now."

Your eyes soften in the light of the igniting spark of the fire, and you sit gently next to him. You watch the dancing flames, wondering why he only now mentioned wanting you to call him by his real name.  "Cooper." You say softly. You hear him let out a sharp exhale, and he turns his head from you. 

You would have no way of knowing that your sweet voice went straight to his heart, melting layers of ice that have been there for years. His nostrils - or rather, the place where his nose used to be - flare, and he tries hard to make sure his voice doesn't break when he quips back. "See, that wasn't so hard!" The air of teasing envelops him, keeps him safe once again from any feelings that may be stirring. 

You scoff, rolling your eyes as you take two sealed ration packs and hand one to him. You sit in silence as you chew, thinking about your journey that lead you here. 

Later, when you're asleep, Cooper studies all your features. You always look so peaceful when you sleep, like the Wasteland had never touched you, never made you into the ruthless hunter you were. Your breathing is slow and steady, and he watches, enamored and intrigued. You stir slightly, brows furrowed a bit, and Cooper reaches out a hand instinctively, petting your hair. Usually, when you toss in your sleep, you don't wake up. He doesn't realize that you're looking at him, quietly observing as he strokes your hair, until he turns from the fire again. 

"Shit!" He exclaims, pulling his scarred hand from your locks of hair and standing quickly as you push yourself up onto your elbow. Still bleary-eyed, but very much awake.

"I'm sorry, darlin' - you were tossing and turning and I just -"

You cut him off with a yawn, sitting up fully. "Do you...do that alot?"

The cowboy looks sheepish. "I- only -" He clears his throat, gruff voice returning, trying to put on an act of what it means to pretend. Pretend that you're his to protect, to hold, to cherish. "Only when you toss sometimes. You're worth more well-rested, we both know that."He shrugs, sitting on the other side of the low fire. He picks up a sticks and pokes at it idly. 

You watch him curiously, still sitting upright. 

He can't look at you. If he looks at you, your tousled hair and sleepy face will pull him in and he'll confess that he dreams of you, wants to caress your smooth face with his ghoulishly scarred hands, wants you more than he can remember wanting anyone else. To him, it isn't even lust, it's a deep-seated need to protect you, to care for you...to love you wholly. And that scares him. 

"Cooper." You say, almost sternly. "Look at me."

He does, and damn, does it nearly break his heart in two. You are so good, and he is so terrible, and he could never be worthy enough of you.

You slide out of your sleeping bag and crawl to him on hands and knees before seating yourself next to him. "I think it's sweet." You say. "But..."

"But..?" he prompts. Here it comes. She finds him repulsive or unattractive, or something along those lines. Hell, he certainly wouldn't blame her. 

"But why haven't you ever said anything before?" You ask quietly, looking over at him, trying to see what his reaction to your question will be. He swallows, then shakes his head, a scoff leaving thin lips. 

"Are ya really askin' me that?" He asks, an incredulous tone underneath the gruffness of his voice. "I'm no good darlin'. I'm a killer, a bounty hunter, a..."He grimaces. "A ghoul." 

"Why does it matter what you are?" You ask, brows furrowed. 

Cooper blinks, looking down at you. "Because such a tough, gorgeous gal shouldn't be tied down to a hideous cowboy like me." 

You sit up a bit straighter, brows furrowed in confusion. "I don't think you're hideous." You say. Cooper swallows, and sucks his teeth. 

"Just sayin' that." He mutters, rolling his eyes, and looking into the fire again. You rest your chin on your knee and observe him. You never thought that Cooper would have any insecurities, none at all.

The fact that this smooth talking, gun flinging cowboy thought you would think him hideous is interesting to you. 

When he glances back and finds you looking at him, his face drops, a look of annoyance passing through his expression briefly. 

"What are ya lookin' at me for?"

"I'm just...surprised." You say, a small shrug lifting one shoulder. 

"That what? I'm a little insecure? I've laid all over this wasteland, it don't matter when you want a quick fuck..."He shakes his head. "It's different when ya feel..."

Your eyes widen a bit. "Feel...?"

"..Partial...to the person." He finishes, a shrug settling across his shoulders now. You roll your eyes, crawling back around the fire to settle into your sleeping bag again. 

"I don't think you're hideous, Cooper."You say, scooting down into the welcome warmth of the bag. "In fact, I think you're charming and intriguing and quite handsome."

Cooper scoffs once more, shaking his head. "Then radiation poison must be taking over that pretty little head of yours."

You smirk, snuggling down into a deep sleep.  ---

When the sun starts to come through the window, you open your eyes, watching as Cooper loads his chems into his inhaler, puffing in the substance that keeps him from going feral. You sit up, leaning over to tug open his bag. There's only 3 vials left, and you frown. 

"Why didn't you tell me you were low?" You ask, standing up to pull on pants over your shorts and the dirty denim button up you had been wearing for a few days. 

Cooper's eyes narrow at you as he takes another puff of the chems. When he pulls the inhaler from his mouth he coughs a bit, before replying. "Not for you to be worried about."

Now it was your turn to scoff. "Says who? You? Just cause you think you're some lone wolf doens't mean I can't care about your wellbeing. You're just being stubborn,never asking for help." You chastise, lightly kicking his boot-clad foot as you pass by him.

His hand shoots out, his long fingers grasping your wrist. You stop, looking down at him. 

He tugs, leaning up as you come down. "Don't get sassy, now, darlin'. May have let you in a bit last night, but I'm still not the kind of man you want to get angry." 

Your eyes flick between his, and you can tell he doesn't mean it, not really. He's putting up a front. But you would be lying if you said the words didn't send a thrill through you. "Well, you're not going to be able do much of anything if you're lying there coughing because you're out of chems." You take a risk and lean closer. 

His noseless face is closer to yours now, and he smirks. "Trying to show off how tough you are, darlin'?"

You glance down at his mouth and then straighten up, flicking your hair over your shoulder as you continue past him. You had a feeling there was a softer side to him, and you'd get to it. You hear Cooper chuckle as you walk by. 

As you pick up from the night before, you see Cooper start to look around the abandoned trailer you were staying in. Straightening up, you see him holding something small in his hands. 

"Whatcha find, cowboy?"You ask, crossing the small area to stand next to him, peering over his shoulder. 

But then you see it. A button with his pre-war visage on it. Your eyes trail from it, up his arm and to his face, where his eyes hold an emotion you don't know if you've ever seen before. At least, not on him. 

Before you can think, you reach out, curling his fingers down and around the button as you come around to face him. He winces slightly, not making eye contact with you. It's not until he feels your hand slide to his face that his warm brown eyes make contact with yours. 

"Now, come on, sweetheart, what are ya-"He's cut off as you shush him. 

"Shh."You say,stroking his face. "Yeah. I was right."

Cooper's brow furrows again. "Right about what?"

"You are handsome." You say softly. 

Cooper's eyes soften, his own hand coming up to grasp your wrist again. He swallows, a look of yearning fleeting across his face. His eyes close briefly as he takes in a deep breath. "I...I'll ruin you." He whispers. 

You pull yourself closer to him and he responds in kind, his other arm circling you, hand ending up tangled in the hair at the nape of your neck. "No. You won't." You say. "I've seen the way you look at me. I see how soft you get when we talk late into the night. You might think you're guarding me from you, but I think you're worried." Your thumb runs over his scarred cheek and he looks into your eyes. 

His head ducks, and before you know it, he's kissing you. It's interesting,kissing a ghoul. But you respond in kind, hand leaving his face to wrap your arms around his neck. This is the side of Coper you knew he was hiding. He wasn't rough with you. He wasn't unkind. It was a soft, longing kiss. 

When you pull away from each other, he looks away, clearing his throat. "I...I'm sorry, darlin'. I got a bit carried away." 

You shake your head. "I'm not sorry." You respond. 

Cooper seems surprised by this. "You...aren't?" You shake your head again. He seems as if he doesn't know if you're sure about that answer. His hand is still clutched around the vintage button, but slowly, he opens his hand and lets it fall. 

You think he's going to kiss you again, but what he actually does melts your heart even more than a kiss could. Cooper scoops you into his arms, embracing you with a strength you've seen before, but never this gentle. 

"Oh!" you gasp, laughing lightly at how easily he sweeps you into this hug. But there's no quip, no smartass remark. Just a tender, loving hug. 

He buries his face in your neck, whispering. "Thank you, darlin'." 

You don't respond. He doesn't want you to. You just wrap your arms around him. The two of you stand there in the silence of the early Wasteland morning, pondering on new beginnings to come.

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it's been a minute

well. I have not written any pics in so so long, but am back in the writing groove after a long break and hope to put out some new stuff soon. if anyone wants to leave suggestions or requests feel free to drop them in my ask box!

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this is honestly one of my fave fics ive written and im back on my Jamie tartt bs so…maybe look out for new Jamie stuff later?

Gravity - Jamie Tartt x Fem!reader

Gravity - Jamie Tartt x Fem!Reader

Content : angst, slight verbal argument, implied sex, friends to lovers trope 

Word Count : 2.3k

Plot Summary : Jamie had been your best friend for years, but would a drunken one night stand ruin that?

A/N : Having a lot of fun writing Jamie fanfic so I’m going to keep going. Pls like and reblog if you enjoy/want more! <3

🎵Gravity is working against me…and gravity, wants to bring me down 🎵

Listening to the music playing softly from the speaker on the counter, you stand with your hands gripping the edge of the kitchen sink, your head pounding slightly from your fun night out with the team, an outing that led to one of the biggest mistakes you could have possibly made. One that could ruin everything. You were trying your hardest not to freak out, but it was a bit hard once you feel warm, strong arms wrap around you from behind. 

Soft lips press into the side of the tender flesh of your neck, and you close your eyes at the sensation. “Good morning, love.” Jamie mumbles sleepily into you, and his slight stubble tickles your neck. In another life, or under different circumstances, you would have treasured a moment like this. But Jamie was your best friend, and you couldn’t ruin what you had. Losing him would hurt more than anything, so you decided when you woke up this morning to get ready for the day that you would have to let Jamie down and make it clear that this was a one time thing. Doing press for the team and being Jamie’s friend was one thing, but you add feelings in and things could quickly get messy. 

You turn around to face Jamie, trying not to notice how devastatingly handsome he is in the mornings after waking up. Your brows are furrowed, and Jamie places a finger between them, reminding you to smooth them out. 

“Why do you look so upset?” He says, a touch of apprehension in his question. As if he knows what you’ll say. As if he knows you’re about to bring him down easy. His hands slip from your waist to rest behind you on the sink as he straightens up and peers at you. 

“Jamie…” You start, searching his face. “You know I care about you. I do. I just…”

“You what?” He asks, moving his head to catch your eyes again when you look away from him. Your heart is racing and your mouth feels dry. You know that he feels things for you, and you feel them too. But preserving the friendship is something you think should be a priority. What if you ended up together and then broke up? Then what? Everything that you shared and experienced together would just be painful memories, and you didn’t think that you could handle that, because you needed Jamie to stay in your life. 

“I think this was a mistake.” You say, and then it’s out in the open. 

It’s silent except for the faint outros of the song playing earlier. You can see Jamie’s jaw working, and he’s still so close to you. He steps back abruptly, clearing his throat. “Got it.” He says simply, upset lacing his voice. 

“Jamie -” you start, but he holds a hand up to stop you. 

“No. I got it. I can’t make you care about me the way I care about you. Wouldn’t be very nice of me.” 

“But I do care about you, Jamie.” 

“This is a funny way of showing it, love.” He scoffs, locating his shirt by the living room couch where he had heatedly discarded it the night before. He tugs it over his head and you watch him, unable to think of anything to say. 

“You’re not being very fair.” You manage to get out, and as he’s walking back to your bedroom to gather the rest of his things, he stops. 

You swallow, biting your lip as he turns to you. 

“Fair?” He asks, brows furrowing. He makes his way back towards you, stopping in the doorway of the kitchen. “How am I the one not being fair?” 

“You won’t even let me explain!” You say, starting to get frustrated with him. “This is just like you, shutting down once you’re upset and not letting anyone get in a word edgewise.” You stop and take a deep breath. “I’m sorry. I just…I care about you so much and that is exactly why I think this was a mistake.” 

Jamie watches you stand there and is struck by how beautiful you look in the mornings. And it breaks his heart all the more. But he meant what he said earlier, it wouldn’t be nice of him to ask you to give him your heart if you didn’t feel you could. This hurt, but he would do what he always did, which was find comfort in the arms of some other one night stand. He realizes he hasn’t said anything in response to you and shakes his head slightly, chewing on the inside of his cheek. “I don’t follow why.” He manages to say. 

“You’re important to me. What if this ended badly? Then work would be miserable and what? We never speak to each other again?” You take a step towards him but he backs up again,unable to let himself be close to you while he’s hurting. “I can’t handle that.” 

Jamie swallows, and wordlessly turns, gathering his things from your room. He silently moves around, then leaves your apartment as silently as a ghost. You hear the door click closed and cover your face with your hands. “Fuuuuck.” 

You make your way to your small office, coffee in hand, still reeling from your conversation with Jamie earlier. You walk in, turning on your various ambient lights, because the big fluorescent one would just exacerbate your small hangover. You hear a knock on the door and secretly hope it’s Jamie. 

“Oh. It’s just you.” 

Roy raises both of his thick eyebrows, “Nice to see you too. You look like shit.” 

You snort, rolling your eyes as you continue to set up your desk for the day of work ahead. 

“No, ‘fuck off Kent’?” He grumbles, sighing as he leans against the door frame. “Oi, out with it. Why are you moping about in here like a fuckhead before the day’s even started?” 

You sigh, opening your laptop. “I slept with Jamie last night.” 

“Shit.”

“Yeah.” 

Roy shakes his head, as if confused. When you look up at him, his usually glowering face does look confused. “I thought you had feelings for him?” 

You nod, starting to sort through the emails you had received. “I do.” You say simply, as if that were clearly obvious. 

“So shouldn’t this be exciting?” Roy asks, moving into your office to sit in the chair across from you at your desk. 

You blow out through your mouth. “I told him it was a mistake.”

“Fuck. No wonder you look like shit.” Roy says, leaning forward to peer at you. “Why?” 

Leave it to Roy to get you to spill what you were thinking with his blunt lines of questioning. 

“Because I don’t want to lose his friendship. It didn’t go well so honestly, I probably fucked it anyway.” 

He sighs, rubbing his beard with one hand before patting your hand with the other. “Listen. You do deserve to be happy. I know for some reason you don’t think so. But love is scary and sometimes you have to take a risk.” 

You look up at him, lip quivering, which makes his eyes widen. “Shit.”

You burst into tears and put your head down on your desk, which causes Roy to startle. He thinks about coming around to hug you. He clears his throat awkwardly, but lays a gentle hand on your shoulder before leaving your office. At least he knew that you would rather be alone, but he did give you something to think about. The door closes with a soft swoosh. 

You stay with your head down on your desk until you calm your heart rate, and looking in your compact mirror, you touch up your makeup before standing up. You had to get behind the scene’s thoughts before the match today, so you figured one of the best people to ask would be Sam. He was always enthusiastic to help, and genuinely seemed to like doing the team Instagram stuff, at least more than the other boys. 

You make your way to the locker room, knocking until you hear “We’re decent!” 

You plaster on a fake smile and pop in. “Hello, my favorite boys!” You can feel Jamie’s eyes on you, and you try not to look at him. “We need some before-the-game thoughts so I came to grab Sam quickly.” 

Sam grins brightly at you. “Anything for our favorite press manager.” 

“You’re just saying that because you like being my social media star.” Today was the game the boys were using Ted’s new strategy, so you knew they were all excited and abuzz. “So Sam, I think we’ll just do a quick insta story right here in the locker room. More authentic for the fans.” 

Sam nods and sits in front of his locker, and as you begin filming him, your eyes wander to Jamie. He’s speaking to Colin, but he feels your eyes on him and looks over to you, giving you a polite, but terse smile. Your heart slips and you switch your attention back to Sam, who has just finished giving his thoughts. 

“Thanks, Sam, that’s great.” You smile at him as you pause for a moment to add his social media tags on the story you post. “And done. Thanks boys, have a great match!” You blow them all a friendly kiss as you leave the locker room, letting out the breath you were definitely holding in. You go to your office to gather your things to join the coaches on the pitch. Usually you take pictures from the box with Keeley and Rebecca, but today you wanted real action shots. Engagement was down, so you needed something exciting to get the fans back to interacting with the team’s socials. 

You’re a bundle of nerves as you take a space between Beard and Roy, and Roy looks down at you, seeming to assess if you were going to burst into tears again. You wave a hand at him dismissively and he makes his characteristic approval grunt. Ted and Beard greet you and you smile at them, holding up your phone to capture some pictures and hopefully videos of the match. You take a deep breath as the game starts, quickly realizing that this first half was not going to go well. You watch Jamie, wondering what he’s thinking and wishing you hadn’t hurt his feelings this morning, that you could call out to him or assure him, anything. After another missed goal, you lower your phone and groan, turning towards the dugout. 

You stayed in the dugout while Ted coached the boys before the second half, and you were sure he was giving them some pick me up energy. The new strategy wasn’t working well so far, but this was the first game it was being implemented and figured it needed time. You take a picture of the stands, posting it quickly. You weren’t able to catch any videos yet with the way the game was going, but being down on field level definitely seemed to be catching fan’s attention. You look up when the team runs out, looking renewed and envigored. You notice they’re all patting Jamie’s back, and you smile, hoping he would catch your eye. He refused to, and hadn’t looked at you since you had been in the locker room earlier. You sigh, watching as the game begins again. 

Immediately, there’s a difference in the way the boys are playing, and Jamie…is actually holding back a lot. You can’t keep your eyes off of him the entire second half, forgetting to even capture footage like you were meant to. Every move he made, every smile he gave his teammates, every word of encouragement he shouted solidified the fact that you were a fucking idiot. The gravity of the situation dawns on you and you feel stupid. 

You stand anxiously with the coaches as it comes down to the final seconds of the game, hands clasped close to your mouth. Roy glances down at you with a smirk, knowing that you’re watching Jamie. He hopes your chat earlier got you in better spirits and helped you figure a few things out. 

When the last goal is scored and the game goes to Richmond, you throw your hands up in celebration and scream with the coaches, the fans, and the team. The boys are huddling, hugging each other, jumping up and down, and before you know it, you’re running out onto the field. 

“Jamie!” you yell, running right for him. “Jamie!” 

He turns at the sound of your voice and opens his arms just as you crash into him, and lifts you up off your feet to give you a soul crushing hug. You look down at him as he’s holding you up, a huge smile plastered on his face. “I’m sorry!” You shout over the noise, stroking his face. “I love you, and it wasn’t a mistake.” 

His gaze softens at your words and he sets you down, moving his hands up to cradle your face gently, before crashing his lips into yours passionately. You throw your arms around his neck and relish the moment, ignoring that some of the team had definitely noticed and were cheering the two of you on. When you finally break apart, Jamie rests his forehead on yours, smiling a cheeky grin. “I knew you couldn’t stay away from me.” 

You laugh out loud, throwing yourself into another hug. He wraps his arms around you, peppering your face with kisses. He carries you into the locker room after the boys, feeling elated. After all, all he could ever want was in his arms.

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Darlin' - Joel Miller x Reader

Joel Miller x Reader

Summary : Things have been awkward between you and Joel since he kissed you last night. A nickname slips from his lips, leaving you questioning how he feels about you.

Content : Kissing, pining, awkwardness, fluff, a bit of angst, Joel being kind of a simp, friends to lovers

Word Count : 1.1 k

A/N : Okay, this one is really cute and was very fun to write. lmk if you want to see more or have suggestions! As always, pls like and reblog if you enjoy <3333

You sat awake, staring at the fire. The old dingy house creaked, and you should be sleeping, but all you could think about was him. You stoked the fire, then returned to the old, hole filled, plaid green couch in the house you, Joel, and Ellie were calling refuge from the raging thunderstorm outside. They were sound asleep upstairs, but you tossed and turned. 

Joel had kissed you last night, and it was all you could think about. You had harbored feelings for him since you met him, finally settling on easing into a friendship. But you were under the impression that that’s all you would ever be. 

You chewed your lip absentmindedly, the warm glow of the fire softening your features. You hear the stairs creak, and you turn, expecting to see Ellie. Sometimes she got up after a bad dream to come find you or Joel. But it wasn’t Ellie. It was Joel, groggy with sleep. The two of you had been sharing the double bed out of convenience, and you figured he must have awoken to find your side of the bed cold. 

“What’re you doin’ down here?” He whispered, his voice gruffer than usual, coated by sleep. He looked so much gentler like this, much different than his usual business persona during the day. 

“Couldn’t sleep.” You whisper, turning back to the fire. You hear Joel take the last few steps down the stairs, into the warm dome of light emanating from the fireplace. 

“That feels nice.” He says quietly, holding his hands out to the fireplace, then turns his body to look at you, sitting on the couch. His gray t-shirt stretched over his chest, fitting in all the curves of his shoulders that you secretly admired. You sat on the couch, knees drawn to your chest, hair tucked behind your ears. He bites his lips, seeming to hesitate before sitting next to you. Not too close, but not too far away, either. 

“ If you had a bad dream, darlin’, you could have woke me up.” He was being sincere, so very sweet. But you couldn’t focus on the sentiment, because your mind latched on to one single word he had uttered. 

Darlin’. 

He had never called you that. In fact, he had never called you anything other than your name, as long as you had known him. It was usually followed by a sigh, because you were the only one who challenged his self-appointed authority, but still. Pet names were not reserved for you. 

You shook your head absentmindedly. “Sometimes being alone is best. I didn’t have a bad dream. I just can’t sleep.” You reassured him, finally allowing yourself to look away from the glowing embers and at him. His hair was tousled, and you kept yourself from smiling softly at him. 

His brows knit together. “Is everythin’ alright?” He pauses before clearing his throat. “I mean, I noticed you haven’t slept at all, you have me worryin’.” He reached out, taking your hand and playing with your fingers slightly, his rough calloused ones seeming to draw life from your slender, soft ones. 

“You called me darlin’.” You paused, looking down at your linked fingers. “You kissed me. What changed?” You whispered, your eyes flitting up to meet his again. 

Joel looked almost embarrassed, glancing away from you. “I don’t know.” He says. 

You turn back towards the fire. You pull your hand back as well, and you can feel Joel’s eyes on you. 

“Maybe I shouldn’t have kissed you.” Joel clears his throat. “I’m sorry.” He runs a hand through his hair, tousling it more and making your heart pound in your chest. 

Well. That stung. “So you didn’t mean it?” You manage, still gazing at the fire before the two of you. 

“I…” he hesitates. 

This time, you didn’t answer. You were afraid that the tears may spill over if you uttered even a sound. You felt the weight of the couch shift as Joel kneeled in front of you, moving your legs slightly so he was sitting between them. You looked down at him, and he bit his lip before speaking. 

“I did mean it.” He whispers. You lean forward quickly, your faces inches apart, your face hovering above his. “You…make me feel like I haven't felt in a long time,darlin’. ”He says, an almost shy smile coaxing its way onto his face at the repetition of what he had called you earlier. You gaze down at him, wondering if you deserved to let yourself feel this way about someone else. His dark eyes captured yours, the look on his face gave you pause. You felt like he was worshiping you. He continued on, “When we first met, I pushed the way you made me feel away, ‘cause I thought it might be better just to have you near than risk somethin’ and ruin it. Last night when I kissed you, I just needed to know. What it felt like to do what I’ve been thinkin’ about since we first crossed paths.” 

You didn’t need to hear anymore, you closed the space between your lips, kissing him softly and slowly, hoping that he understood this as a reciprocation of your feelings. Having him between your legs, looking up at you, you felt nothing short of powerful. Your hands traveled lightly up his neck to tangle in his slightly curly hair, and you hear him catch his breath slightly. This makes you smirk, and you pull back, kissing lightly along his jawline. When you look at him again, his eyes are closed, a small smirk on his face. You peck his lips, and he opens his eyes to gaze at you again. 

You reach towards him and tug his shirt off, and he happily obliges. You go back to kissing him, nipping at his lower lip as his large hands roam up your thighs and up your shirt, making your cheeks flush with heat. His tongue begs for entrance and you grant it, leaning back as he raises himself off the ground to position himself next to you on the couch, yanking you into his lap. One arm encircles your waist and he pulls back, bringing one hand to lightly cup your chin. He absentmindedly rubs your jaw with his thumb, looking at you. 

“I have to tell you something.” You say, studying every line on his face. You kiss him once more, just because you know you can, and you feel him smile against your lips. 

You laugh against him. “I've wanted to do that since I met you, too.” 

This time, he stands up, kissing you as he carries you to the bed you’d been sharing. “Well, darlin’, I suppose we have to make up for lost time.” You laugh out loud, burying your face in his shoulder so as to not wake the sleeping Ellie. Joel smiles at you, ascending the stairs with all he’s ever wanted.

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RIP Shelley Duvall

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Jamie being cute (9/?)

+ bonus:

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oh my gosh I am beyond honored to have my fic mentioned here! Ty ty! 😭❤️

what are ur favorite anthony bridgerton five

hi! i'm assuming this says fics, and i am SO HONOURED that you trust me to recommend my favourite fics to you!

first up… the amazing and fantastic @fayes-fics, one of THE MOST skilled writers alive. she never misses!

some of my personal favs from her are:

➥ a beneficial arrangement [ ⭐️ ]

a marriage pact with a viscount. what could possibly go wrong?

➥ rescue and ruin

anthony rescues something for you… and it will likely lead to your ruin.

➥ the friends+ series

modern AU. series of fics that feature anthony & journalist!reader’s burgeoning relationship.

those are just a few of my favorites, but READ HER ENTIRE MASTERLIST! you will not regret it, promise.

secondly, a series of fics by the wonderfully talented @rubysunnday, and once again, be sure to read all of her masterlist!

➥ take my hand

as much as y/n appreciates anthony’s matchmaking efforts, it’s hard to accept them when he’s the only man she wants. luckily for her, a fall in the lake allows her to voice her feelings in more ways than one

➥ a long, long time

y/n has waited a long, long time for anthony bridgerton to finally decide to get married. but by the time he finally decides to find a wife, y/n has run out of time and anthony is suddenly faced with losing her to someone else.

➥ it’s a bad idea, me and you [ ⭐️ ]

y/n was ready to give her entire heart to anthony bridgerton. only for him to shove her aside in favour for sienna rosso. but, now, sienna is gone and despite what y/n keeps telling herself - anthony truly does own her heart.

now, for the queen of the modern!anthony au, @eleanor-bradstreet! some of my favorites from her are…

➥ gala

you attend a charity gala with your boss who really is too much trouble in a tux.

➥ locked out

when you find yourselves locked out of your house in the middle of the night, anthony has some ideas for how you can kill time.

➥ take me instead [ ⭐️ ]

you and anthony find yourselves in the middle of a bank robbery on an ill-fated day.

next we have @colettebronte, BRIDGERTON SMUT AUNTIE HERSELF WOOO!

(warning, these fics are VERY mature, and include BDSM and other possibly triggering material).

➥ rise and breathe

newly arrived back in london after a long journey across the mediterranean sea, you encounter a pathetically drunk viscount bridgerton the night he is rejected by sienna rosso. after a sobering morning on all counts, you sense that he is indeed lost and in need of a new purpose and direction. through submission and service, he may just find it.

➥ what (who) are you doing on new year’s eve?

a mysterious benefactor invites you to ring in the New Year with them.

➥ kinktober day ten: blindfolded

your tenth evening with your client. day ten for kinktober. I’m going with two prompts tonight, blindfolded and massage.

finally, we have some individual fics that stole my heart.

➥ diamonds and pearls by @multiharlot

diamonds and pearls do not make up for the lack of love in your marriage.

➥ enamoured by @dreamwritesimagines

everything you heard about matters of heart and desire told you the same thing; love could lead to heartbreak at best and disastrous results at worst. yet, you were convinced that everyone was wrong. they had to be, because love was supposed to make everyone happier, no confusion or pain in sight. regardless of how naive it sounded, you were sure that you were ready to fall in love and lose yourself in the infamous bliss. that assumption right there was a terrible mistake, though. you were nowhere near ready.

➥ right person, all the wrong times by @wwinterwitch

you and anthony have been in love with one another from the moment you met, but it seems as though nothing will ever happen between you. after you catch the attention of another gentleman, he realizes perhaps it's time to finally do something about his feelings.

➥ right in front of me by @idontgiveaflyinggrayson69

the only way he could rationally find a suitable wife was by removing love from the equation all together. courtship was game of jumping through hoops he really did not want to play, and he was a viscount. surely there would be a father with a more than suitable daughter he could simply ask for your hand and get it. or the one where your arranged marriage with anthony bridgerton isn’t a loving marriage… until it is.

➥ melt away by @healmydesires

the night you give your love and body to your husband.

➥ sham, pride, and illicit affairs by @peeterparkr

or, the story of how you rejected his proposal because you once loved him.

➥ enchanted by @imthebadguyyy

you and anthony don’t need words to converse.

➥ better man by @midnightfictionlibrary

anthony must rectify his rakish ways and wed, but he has a lot to think over if he doesn’t want to lose his dearest friend forever. 

➥ no longer in denial by @iwritefandomimagines

anthony has made no secret of not wanting to marry, despite it being more than clear that he is head over heels in love with you, his “best friend”. benedict decides he is fed up of anthony’s denial, and takes matters into his own hands — by inciting jealousy from his older brother.

➥ the language of flowers by @cinnamoodles (shameless self plug)

you and anthony have been friends for as long as you can remember, but what happens when his world turns upside down? will he open his heart and let the woman silently pining for him in?

AHH ok that was it, and these are the bridgerton fics i love with all of my soul. thank you so much for your ask, it was so nice to see all these wonderful fics again.

xo, lottie !