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@bucketofdrugs is ruining Hank's day

Lucy had been nervously clutching at her little bouquet while Overseer Jackson stepped in to discuss the exchange with her dad, happy to reunite with a friend. "So... who am I marrying?" she asked playfully, but with a hint of nervousness, and the Overseer moved aside to let her future husband come in. Oh. He was a charming looking man, now that was sure. Older than her, which raised a few questions - had he chosen to not marry? had he not been given the chance before because there was something wrong with him? He was married and divorced or widowed? - but she noted with relief that there was nothing scary or immediately displeasing about him. He was not a cannibal or full of tumors either, no matter what Norm said. She hadn't seen his butt yet, to finish refuting everything her brother had suggested. Plus, since he was handsome, it would not be difficult to do her part in repopulating America, and that was great.

So Lucy smiled, her wide, happy, friendly smile, "Hi, I'm Lucy. Do you have a name?"

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[table] : sender’s muse fingers receiver’s under a table somewhere public (for Lucy) - @bucketofdrugs

        There were many new experiences that Lucy had with Cooper. Everything with him was fun and exciting. What started out as a one-night stand was blossoming into a beautiful relationship. For once in Lucy’s life, she was doing something for her. And she didn’t care about the approval of those around her. When he offered to take her out to dinner, she was absolutely buzzing. It was their first official date as a couple.

       Lucy and Cooper were snuggled up close in the booth. As Lucy sipped at her wine, she felt one of his hands on her knee. It sent a shiver down her spine as the hand slid up her bare thigh to in between her legs. “Coop,” she said in a whisper, but didn’t protest – she just spread her legs beneath the table to give him easier access.

       Perfect white teeth bit her bottom lip, as Lucy felt Cooper’s fingers slip past her underwear. Never had she done anything in public before, but since they met, Cooper made her want to try new things. After all, it’s what they first toasted to. She lets out a stifled groan, already she dripped with anticipation of his touch. Thankfully this restaurant had low lighting and loud music. Part of her wondered if he chose a place with those features on purpose now.

        Big brown eyes lock onto Cooper’s, as Lucy sets down her wine glass. “It’s okey-dokey.” Verbally she gave her consent for what was about to happen. Pretty mouth hangs a gap, as his fingers slipped past her wet fold. When he slid a finger inside her tight snatch, instantly the muscles in her vagina squeeze around the digit, as he begins to piston in and out of her. Lithe fingers dig into his thigh, as she tries to keep herself composed as pleasure begins to go over her in waves. “Oh God…” She muttered softly.

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My username just... brings me so much joy with every mobile notification. 'this is for you, bucketofdrugs' just... improves my day so much.

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@bucketofdrugs sent: kissing your lover because you believe you're going to die.

The funny thing about knowing you were about to die, while everyone around you still had no idea of what was about to happen, was that it gave you time. Or at least it made her feel like time had slowed down, and gave her time to look at Cooper, at her violent, protective, rude, funny, ghoul who had not only accompanied her far longer than he needed to, but had kept her safe - and yes, sometimes held her at night, even if they hadn't talked about that - and she knew she couldn't watch him die. It was the one thing she just would not accept in this hard but free life. She couldn't lose him here, she couldn't take him away from his own mission either. But they were out of stimpacks, their temporary comrades were also pinned down, Dane and Max upstairs, the rest of the Brotherhood was late, the others who had joined them when she has asked her to pay her back for her past help were fighting the robots, so it was up to her, the only one with high enough science skills. It was up to her to get to the console, and she was never going to see Cooper again, because running away wasn't an option to her. "Dang, this is a sticky situation," she piped up, looking at the door that would lead her to the console room. "...'Waste not', right, Coop?" Protected by the pillar they were using as a barrier from the bullets, Lucy brought a hand to his shoulder to pull him close and pressed her lips against his. Besides him being hot, it just felt like kissing a man; a man who made her feel confusing, positive but distressing things, and Lucy took the little time she had left to allow those feelings to be there, her lips moving slowly but with the hunger of someone who wasn't going to be having a second one, and her hand gently touching the rough skin of his cheek. Enough.

She pulled back, licked her lips and gave him a wide smile, eyes sparkling with affection and unshed tears. No time to think or talk more, she used all her strength and speed to fling herself towards the door, hearing people yell for her; a few bullets did hit her, but she still kept on running and stumbling until she grabbed the console and started typing it. She didn't have the passkey to disarm the security system, and that meant that before hitting enter she had what felt like a spear go through her chest, but she still managed to press the key, and reprogram all the robots, before dropping to the ground, blood pouring from her fast. But it was okay. Vault Tec had lost control of the town, her friends were alive... Cooper was going to stay relatively alive too. He'd know what to do without her, he'd be fine. She wished she had kissed him sooner.

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@bucketofdrugs asked for a starter!

It had all begun when the Ghoul had turned around the corner to buy a few supplies, and Lucy had asked a frantic woman what was wrong. It had ended a few minutes later with several raiders bleeding on the ground, some people missing limbs, the market burning, the yao guai coming from outside the border to eat, and a knife in the very same spot Moldaver's raider had stabbed her; though she had managed to find a rifle, for once, and had given up on pretending she couldn't shoot.

Also, the frantic woman was thanking her profusely for reuniting her with her child before running away, through people screaming and looking for weapons or to loot all over the place. She looked at the Ghoul, wavering but knowing she had to keep moving away from the yao guai before removing the weapon and using a stimpack. "I think-I think it could have gone worse, if you really think about it."

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"Cooper, stay with me, okay?" Lucy didn't care how likely it was that her presence may help, that her words may keep him there, but if there was a tiny bit of truth in repeating their own names to stay lucid, then she wanted to believe that ghouls could also use other people to do the same. Maximus had to be coming with the medicine by now.

"You are Cooper, you are my Ghoul. You used me as a bait the second time we met," she pushed another box just in case she could find vials for him, her hands shaking; so many things had happened to her, and she was terrified now more than ever. She could not be forced to shoot him, she couldn't live with that, they both knew she'd never survive it. "I kiss you every morning, and you really like when I scratch you, right? You are Cooper Howard, you have a dog named Dogmeat and you are... you are a cowboy and a bounty hunter, and many other things..."

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@bucketofdrugs liked for lucy losing all hope

It was revenge for destroying all the robots two months before, when she had gotten herself almost killed turning off the console. She had been taken and brought to one of their labs with others who were helping her, and she had fought best she could, had actually resisted the beginning of their torture out of pure spite. And then she wished she hadn't. Because physical pain was nothing, nothing, compared to the way they let her watch as one of the Brotherhood squires was put into the machine and turned into a feral ghoul before her eyes, while she screamed for them to stop, and then they did it to another captive there, and another; she had cut her wrists against the restraints trying to escape, to help, but there was nothing she could do. Then they had freed her, given her a gun and a knife, and let her fight her now feral old friend and other innocent people turned ghouls. They repeated the process several times, studying her response time and writing it in notepads, probably not allowed her to kill her and knowing she wouldn't let the ghouls do it either. By the second round Lucy had started to properly beg, and when panic had set in and she had screamed for help, for Cooper, who she knew was coming, but just wasn't there yet. And then they brought the child into the machine.

Hours later, the first noises of a battle downstairs came and she saw some of the doctors bolt through the doors, leaving her tied to a post. She didn't move, didn't look up or tried to free herself. She had never cried so much in her life, hurt her throat screaming at them, and just couldn't get up from the floor. There was no point, was there?

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☢ ╼ LUCY MACLEAN & COOPER HOWARD FT. @bucketofdrugs

A little crazy from the start Fires like this can tear the world apart I'd rather take a hit and fall Than never fuck it up with you at all

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@bucketofdrugs - the reprogrammed Lucy.

Dad, please, stop! Please, don't do this to me! Lucy opened her eyes, shaking her head to let those echoes go. Her father had explained to her how those bad men were after him, and had taken him after she had rescued him from Moldaver, knocked her out so hard that she had forgotten everything that had happened since her wedding. She had awoken in a room full of machines, and had felt like a new person, the relief from having her father there equal to the horror at the sight of the outside world; it was like he had said, savages and monsters, and she had to protect him.

Just tell me where his daughter is, and we can fix this. I'll let you go.

She rubbed her temple, where the shooting pain had gone, and ran. Rifle ready when she turned around the corner, one of the deformed enemies already there coming from her father; she didn't think, just acted, shooting at the gun in his hands and pressing the button that would secure her father behind a glass wall. The monster would get one warning. "Next one goes through your brain," she warned, aiming for his head while her father called her name, "The door won't close from that side, dad. You go, I'll find you! But first I need to stop them." Protect dad, protect the Vaults. Kill the outsiders if I have to.

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☢ ╼ LUCY MACLEAN & COOPER HOWARD FT. @bucketofdrugs

Baby hold on to me Whatever will be, will be The future is ours to see So baby hold on to me

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        Gomorrah was always a fun stop on The Strip. There was always something or someone new to enjoy.  Plus, it didn’t have a lot of uppity pretenses a lot of the other casinos had in New Vegas. Careful eyes scanned around; for someone to catch her interest. It was then her eyes settled on a rather interestingly dressed ghoul. There was always something fascinating about an old-fashioned cowboy.

         “Well, howdy there partner,” Ophelia sauntered over to him. Smile played on naturally pink lips. She looked like one of those old-fashioned pin-ups, especially in her Pre-War dress that’s only moderately singed. Blonde hair done in fashionably curls. What stood out against her kempt visage was the rather prominent scar on the side of her forehead from a gunshot wound. “Haven’t seen ya’ ‘round these parts before. Can I buy ya’ a drink?”'

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@bucketofdrugs liked for something shippy [still very open]

"I understand we'd make more caps by going after those Vipers, but the satisfaction of helping those poor innocent people back in town has to be worth more than the little difference in caps we'd suffer!"

"And if you think about it, the reputation we'd get out of it would give us more work!" Lucy sped up her walk to move in front of him and stop him on his tracks, putting a hand over his chest, "Like with the ghouls! They know I saved the Super Duper ones so they called us for more helps, and that was a big job!" which she'd have done for free anyway, apart from getting her hands on more medical supplies for the both of them.

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          It was a desperate action, but Lucy was at her wit’s end. Her father had gone missing. What she suspected was he was taken by another settlement. All she knew was that she would do anything to get him back. She managed to get her hands on the forbidden tomb of summoning demons and the undead. It was dangerous, even for a witch, but she knew that this journey was not something she could do on her own.

        The worry of getting caught lay thick in her throat. Those who hunted her kind were more feverous than ever. It would be harder to stay hidden once the deed was done. It was simply a risk she would have to take for the greater good. Even if it meant dabbling in dark magic for the first time.

        Lucy sat there nude on her knees. Long chocolate hair flowed over her form. The room was filled with candles. In the middle lay a sigil – of the creature she wished to summon. She cut her hand open across the symbol as she repeated chants in Latin. Suddenly, the candles in the room became inflamed. Curious eyes dashed across the room to see, what would happen next.

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[ VENGEANCE ]  for receiver to witness sender being hurt which causes them to go into a murderous rage. (For Lucy.) @bucketofdrugs - I'm just gonna put this under read more for gore reasons and eye horror even if mild

Between the chaos, the fear, and the blow to her head, Lucy couldn't remember what was up and what was down while rolling on her side to get up. It was like being lost under water at first, and then, when she saw the super mutant pound on Cooper, like the world had slowed down. It happened to her sometimes, when it was all too much, hearing only her own heartbeat and slowly realizing that it was going to kill Cooper, it was hurting him, and it was going to rip his head off like he had done to the guy before him.

And Lucy had promised to do her very best to survive, but it didn't even occur to her that she may die, it simply wasn't a possibility when so much rage was filling her. 31 or not, she had seen it on Steph's face after her husband had been killed, and she was feeling it herself now.

She cried out in pure anger, and the mutant made the grave mistake of underestimating her enough to let her charge him and reach him, convinced he could push her away - she aimed for the eyes, because there could be no mercy if all she saw was surface to destroy, and the mutant fell back from both the pain her body slamming into his, her hands still pressing on his skull before starting to slam it on the ground, once, twice, three times, just wanting to smash the thing and move on. She heard the other mutant come, and let her backpack that she had left hanging on her shoulder slide down to quickly pull out the electrical saw Wilzig had given her; it was Vault Tec, not one of the rusty old things found in ruined houses, and it pierced right through the mutant as he tackled her, sticking out of his back. After that, it got very, very messy, guts spilling and blood flying, until she turned off the saw because there was no more threat, shaking with more unexpressed anger. Still a feral look in her eyes as she turned to Cooper, she lowered the weapon: "Are you okay?"

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@bucketofdrugs said: Soft gestures; 15. Trace their scars

For someone who visibly enjoyed getting a rise out of her, the Ghoul clearly was not as eager to chip in when someone else decided to properly tear her down. Not even a little. But have someone else tell her that she was nothing but a pretty Vault-doll, only meant for breeding, right when she was doubting herself again, had left Lucy unable to jump back for the time being, or at least unable to do the usual pretending to jump back within minutes. It had been a few hours, in fact; she was warming herself near the fire before sunset, and kept forgetting that she should try to speak and act like normal. And then the Ghoul, Cooper, had so very gently started touching the long scars, new scars, along her arm, left by a Deathclaw that had not been able to do anything more than that. It reminded her she was something more than what Vault Tec wanted her to be. And his gentle touch reminded her that she also had decided all by herself who to keep close. That had to be worth something, even if it wasn't much. She looked up. Her big, pleading, brown eyes begged him to go easy on her for a little longer, before lowering her head and leaning against his side, head against his arm. He wouldn't have guessed it, she was sure, but it was likely his presence that prevented her from hardening in the way people expected of her.