(I’ve decided to put the prompts in the end from now on so it’s not like a spoiler or anything)
Chapter 10: Happiness
she said without looking up from her book
“What? I’m not doing anything” he said
“You’re staring at me” she said
“Well, it’s not my fault that you’re so beautiful”
She rolled her eyes and looked at him. He was
smiling at her fondly and her heart skipped at beat.
They were in the living room of her house. She
was laying on one of the couches reading a book while he sat on the floor
leaning against the other couch. He was supposed to be preparing some stuff for
his kids from the kindergarten but he had actually been just looking at her for
15 minutes now.
Since she was a little girl Sana had always
wished that one day she could have what her parents had. She would see them
spending time in silence, a comfortable familiar silence and it was like they
didn’t need anything else. They didn’t need to talk, they didn’t need to touch,
just knowing that the other person, the love of their lives, was in the same
room was enough to make them feel happy. She had always wanted that, be with
someone who she could enjoy even in the silent moments.
And now she had that with Yousef.
They had been dating for three months now and
every day was better than the previous one. She felt so grateful that after all
these months she could still feel the butterflies on her stomach every time she
looked at him, every day she fell more and more in love with him and she didn’t
want it to stop.
“You’re bored, aren’t you?” she asked
“No, I’m enjoying myself a lot actually” he said with a big smile
“Really? You don’t think this is boring?”
“Hey” he whispered standing up and walking to her.
He crouched in front of her and looked at her
“I enjoy every moment I spend with you, okay?
And I really like being here with you, in silence. Is…” he paused for a moment looking for
the right word “heartwarming, familiar, pleasing”
She smiled at him and looked into his eyes,
getting lost for a moment. How could that boy mean so much to her? How could he
always know the right thing to say? Sometimes her feelings for him were so
overwhelming, she never thought she would feel something like this.
He noticed her staring and raised an eyebrow
playfully. She shook her head and blushed trying to focus.
“Okay, I need some air” she said standing up
“Aww, did you just blush? How cute?” he teased her
She glared at him and all he could do was laugh.
“Fine, smartass, let’s go, I feel like kicking
your ass at basketball now” she said marching to the backyard
When she thought about it, that was probably
what she liked more about their relationship, the fact that they could go from
spending time together in silence to just being kids playing basketball and
both scenarios felt as good as the other one.
They had been playing for awhile but their
basketball match had derived into a new game. They had completely forgotten
about the basket now and they were just chasing each other trying to take the
ball away from the other one.
Sana had the ball now and she kept bouncing it
as she run from Yousef. He chased her and tried to catch the ball but she was
really good at blocking his moves. But she wasn’t counting on Yousef’s arms
being way longer than hers. He stood behind her and put his arms around hers
blocking her moves with a hug, her back against his chest.
“That’s cheating!” she whined
“That’s clever, it’s not my fault you’re so
said taking the ball away from her and throwing it away “Besides, I really wanted to hug
you” he whispered in her ear
She laughed and turned around in his arms to
face him resting her hands against his chest, his arms wrapped around her
“You’re so sappy” she chuckled
He smiled at her, his eyes never leaving hers.
It felt like he was considering whether he was going to say what he had in mind
or not. She noticed it and widened her eyes a little
“What?” she laughed
“I love you” he almost whispered
She opened her mouth in shock. There they were,
the three dreaded words. She blinked several times, trying to process his
“Don’t panick” he said squeezing her a little and chuckling “I’m
not expecting you to say it back but I just needed to tell you that I love you”
She bit her lip and took a deep breath,
thinking about her next move. She then put her hands on his shoulders and stood
on tip toes a little bit so she could reach the spot she wanted to reach. She
then leaned in and pressed her lips softly against his cheek. She heard him
gasp as soon as her lips touched his skin, she could feel him holding his
breath. She pulled away as slowly as she could, going back to her original
position. She couldn’t help but smile when she saw his expression, his eyes
widened, his mouth slightly opened.
“Now you’re the one who’s blushing” she chuckled, then her smile faded
and she look at his eyes intensely “I love you too Yousef”
The smile he showed her after that was the
biggest smile she had ever seen and all she could do was match her smile with
his. Suddenly he held her tighter and lifted her off the floor twirling her
around. She squealed a little in surprise
“I’m the happiest boy alive!!!!” he shouted being the extra boy he
She wrapped her arms around his neck trying not
to fall and laughed loudly. She held on tight to him, now that she knew what
real happiness felt like, she wasn’t letting go of it.
Hey! I love your stories and I have a prompt for you. Sana and Yousef play basketball and because it is such a nice game where they have to be very close to each other, at some point Yousef will be behind Sana and will try to take the ball but because he is so close + feelings he forget about the game and hug her and then I don’t know… thank you so much for all the beautiful work!”
Is it okay to send you a future Yousana prompt? Don’t worry take all the time you need… prompt: the first time they say “I love you”…”
Hey! I decided to send you a prompt even though I know you already have others to write, this is just something that’s been on my mind a lot lately… “the moment after Yousana shares their first kiss, thoughts words and emotions” thanks in advance, I can’t wait to read it!”
I know this is probably not what you had in mind, especially the kiss but I just don’t feel comfortable writing a yousana kiss before marriage since we don’t know where both Sana and Iman stand regarding that and I respect them both so much so I’m sorry if this disappoints you.
Request: hello! Can you do a Fred/reader doctor who (11) crossover?
I roll over and pull her into my arms. She mumbles something and cuddles into my chest. “Morning love.” I say and kiss her head. She looks up. Her eyes. So big and beautiful. “Morning Freddie.” She smiles and leans up to plant a kiss on my lips.
She sits up and stretches her arms out. “Stay (y/n).” I say pulling her down to me and kissing her neck. “You know I can’t.” She says and I grab on tighter to her. “Why?” I ask. She looks at me with sad eye. “Because you need to wake up Freddie.” She say and kisses me.
I jolt out of my slumber to see George laughing at me. “Oh you’re something else mate. Never seen someone snog their pillow with such passion!” He laughs. I cover my face with the pillow and groan. “Shove off!” “Same dream?” I sit up and swing my legs off the bed. “Never the same dream. Just the same girl.” George sits next to me and slaps me on the back. “Well maybe she’s out there.” I shake my head really doubting it. “Yeah. Maybe.”
I slide down the silver stair rail to the main controls of the TARDIS. “Morning Doctor.” I say as i see him pace around pressing controls Willy nilly.
“Morning!” He peeks with a smile and a slight jump in his step. More than usual. “What’d you find?” I ask laughing. “Nothing yet… wait…wait wait wait!” Doctor hits buttons and goes on a rapid rampage getting the blue police box to woosh through time and space.
I grip onto the railing hoping I don’t fall over like last time. “Doctor where are we going?” I scream as the tardis swishes back and forth. The box stops and makes it usual sound of landing.
Doctor looks up at me seriously. “You need to listen to my every word. This one is no joke.” “What is it?” He gulps. “A weeping angel.” He says and shiver knowing the horror stories.
The Weasleys sit down for dinner and as their father walks in the door they all greet him. Molly kisses his cheek, ron waves stuffing his face, Fred and George say hello at the same time, Ginny waves with a smile, and Harry says a sweet hello.
Arthur sits down and gathers his food on a plate and taking a bite starved. “The weirdest thing in the field about a mile or so back. An angel, hands covering its eye. You boys better move it. Gave me the shivers.” Fred and George look at each other confused. “What do you mean?” “We didn’t put anything in the field.” Arthur stars at them. “You didn’t put a statue out there?” The twins shake their heads. “Well then I guess we’ll just have to move it someplace else tomorrow. No harm.” They all eat and forget about the statue on their property that was moving closer to the house each second.
In the middle of the night Fred awoke with a dry throat. He groans and goes down to the kitchen to get a glass of water. Once his uncomfortable thirst is quenched he places the glass in the sink. He looks up at the window and sees something in the darkness. A silhouette with wings. The angel has moved even closer to the house. It is now at the edge of the clearing with its hands still covering its face. Fred rolls his eyes thinking his twin brother must be playing a prank on him.
Fred rolls his eyes and looks up to see it’s moved! The angel is closer! He runs up the stairs to get his mother and father.
Once the adults see the statue as close as it is they accuse their twin sons of the prank.
The 7th year twins look at each even more confused; George more than Fred as he thought his brother had everything to do with it. “What?” They ask. “Oh honestly boys. Stop with this statue! It’s not funny. Quite creepy actually!” Arthur shivers looking out the window to see it. He looks away for a second and then back to it to see it even closer now. “We didn’t do anything!” They exclaim.
Fred looks at George and elbows him. “Yes you do. You put it there. How could you not tell me? You scared the bits out of me when I came down here you git!” George tilts his head to the side and looks at his brother. “I didn’t put it there I swear!” “Who else would do it! It moves!” Fred exclaims.
As they were arguing Arthur spent time doing the worst thing he could. Looking away and then looking back. Making the angel look closer to the house in the darkness. In the process of the yelling the rest of the house was awoken and rushed down stairs to see what was going on.
Then an unexplainable whooshing sound is heard. The family looks confused and rushed to the sound seeing a Blue Police box in their living room. They turn the lights on and see the box in full view now.
The door opens and a man with a tweed jacket, a light blue button down, and a red bow tie pops out. “Hello!” He smiles. Then a girl comes into view and looks around with a smile. “Oh cozy! I love it! I want a place like this.” The Weasley then all pull out their wands. “Oh you’re the magical folk. The ones who make magic. Right! So is she so no worries!” The Doctor points at (y/n) with a smile.
A blue police box? What?! The door opens and a man with a tweed jacket, a light blue button down, and a red bow tie pops out. “Hello!” He smiles. Then a girl comes into view and looks around with a smile. “Oh cozy! I love it! I want a place like this.” Oh Godric it’s her. The her! The one from my dreams! We all pull out our wands and point them at the intruders. “Oh you’re the magical folk. The ones who make magic. Right! So is she so no worries!” The man points at the girl with a smile.
She pulls out her own wand and we lower ours slowly. She looks over all of us and lands on me. She looks me up and down and winks making my face turn the color of my hair.
I look around the room and notice him. HIM! The one from my dreams! “Oh look! (Y/n)! It’s him isn’t it? Oh yes it is I can tell by they way you’re looking at each other! Aww how sweet!” Of course i told the Doctor of my dreams. Only because I was confused. Same boy but different dreams every night. Figured he’d have an answer. I blush as red as the family’s hair. “Shut up.”
The man of the house stands forward in front of his family. “Who are you?”
Doctor stands tall and smiles. “I’m the Doctor, and this is (Y/n) my companion. Now! Enough chit chat! Where’s that angel?” “You know about the statue?” The twins say at the same time.
The lights start to flicker on and off and a bang is heard. The Doctor looks at me and drags me to the kitchen. We enter to see the angel now in the Kitchen and its eye wide open staring at all of us. “Look at it, but not the eyes. Do not look at it’s eye!”
The boy from my dreams comes up behind me. The Doctor scans the stone and looks at his sonic. “My my my! Look at you! Not aged a day. RIGHT! (Y/n)! Any clues on what to do?! Because I’m out.”
I stare at him wide eyed. “You’re out? You’re never out! You’re the Doctor!” “Wrong! I am the Doctor but I’m almost always out of ideas. Things just kind of happen!”
The lights turn off for a second and then turn back on. The angel is now in front of all of us with sharp teeth and it’s hands up in a scary way. I jump back into the person behind me turning out to be Fred.
We fall back on the ground; me on top of him. He looks up at me and smirks. “Hello love. Long time no see.” He says making me blush. “Alright! You two will talk later, but now we need to fix this! A million years old! One of the originals! Starving! What do we do?!” Doctor asks pacing and hitting his head.
The lights go out and all the wizards pull out our wands mumbling “lumos” making the room light up. “We need to run.” Arthur says. “Right. Good. Running is good, but getting rid of it is better! Ideas (Y/n)! Bright ones please!” Doctor says panicked.
I groan and start to pace. “I’ve read about them before. The image of an angel is an angel. The angels go through the eyes. The windows of the soul and tear you apart. They- DOCTOR! They tear you apart when you look in its eyes!” Doctor looks at me and snaps his fingers. “Oh you brilliantly beautiful thing! Fred you’ve got a keeper! More on that later! Mirror now!” Doctor says.
Doctor is passed a mirror from the wall and holds it up to the Angel. In a matter of seconds the angel screams making us all cover our ears.
I feel someone pull me to their chest. A familiar chest. Fred. The angel screams and then cracks, blowing up and hitting the floor in a thousand pieces.
The power comes back on and I look up. I see his soft eyes. His pink lips. His red hair. I felt compelled to do something I never thought I would. I pounced on him and pressed my lips to him. He didn’t complain and in fact he kissed me right back. His brother wolf whistled, and the Doctor laughed.
We pulled away and looked at each other. “Alright time to explain! There was a time I knew about because I went forward a bit and saw a cute little backyard wedding! Ah yes! Yours! So I felt compelled to get you together! You’re welcome! Yes for the dreams of course that was just destined. You knew each other before actually knowing each other!” The Doctor rambles on with a smile.
The Weasleys all look around confused. “So yay! Daughter in law!” The Doctor says with Jazz hands.
I look up at Fred and smile. “Not really a need for an introduction I guess. Not between us at least, but for them?” Fred nods and turns me around to his very confused family. “This is (y/n). My- um my…” “girlfriend.” I say connecting our hands.
His family look at each other then in seconds I’m tackled in a group hug.
Once we all pull away I see the Doctor sneaking away. “Doctor wait!” He turns around with a smile. “Yes beautiful brilliance?” He laughs. “Will we see you again?” Fred asks with his arm around my shoulder. “Oh I’ll be back for the wedding. Even wear my top hat!” The mad man laughs and gets in his blue box.
Fred holds me close the rest of the night. For years he holds me tight, and yes we did see the Doctor again. He saved my happiest day from being a disaster.
It’s been about a year since my wife and I became exceptions to the millennial trajectory and bought a house. Yes we had to replace the roof and had a weird mold problem, but overall 👌🏻. We don’t live in fear that we have to pack up and leave in a month. Or That our rent will be raised to an untenable rate. Weird men don’t traipse through our living space and we can fix things when they’re broken. We have a backyard. Yes it’s small but it’s perfect for people with black thumbs like us. I had a breakfast of cheese and crackers in my own yard with a lady who loves me. Because I can do that now, apparently! It’s so crazy to think that for the first year we were married, Philly didn’t even recognize it as legal! I live a life that teenage me could only have dreamed. Only luck and privilege can explain it. I cherish every good day I have in our little abode. Philly’s been kind to us for the last 10 years and I can only hope for at least that many more.
Companions Reaction to Sole getting sick? (Like nothing deadly just like a bad cold or something like that)
As you wish sweetheart! Here’s poor Sole, sick as a dog for you (´◕ω◕`)
Preston: Sole and
Preston began cleaning themselves up in Hangman’s Alley after a particularly
messy brawl with some raiders. The narrow backstreets forced the two to engage
in close-combat, which neither of them cared for, and Sole ended up with
foreign blood in several of their cuts. A few days later, Sole began coughing
uncontrollably and had difficulty breathing. Even so, Sole brushed it off as a
cold and refused to rest with so much work left to be done on the settlements,
much to Preston’s chagrin.
Preston finally had enough when Sole coughs hard enough to
slam their head into the workbench they were hunching over. WHAM! “Uuuuugh…”
Preston gives Sole a sideways glare, “General, it’s time for you to rest. No
exceptions.” Sole groans, but ignores him and continues working. “Well then, if
you want to do it the hard way, don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Preston then
heaved Sole up from their perch on the stool, carried them to a bed, and
flopped them down on it. He points his finger at them, “Stay.”
Later he brings them some of his famous squirrel stew, a few
extra blankets, and even a teddy bear he found laying around. “Don’t patronize
me Preston!” Sole glares at the minuteman, but he just chuckles. Preston
finished his visit by attentively tucking Sole in and patted them on the head
as he left. He chose to ignore Sole’s ranting about insubordination.
During the night Preston revisited Sole to make sure they
were still alright. He walked over and softly grazed the back of his knuckles
against his commander’s forehead. He jumped a little when Sole began to blink
up at him. “Can’t sleep?” He asked. Sole lazily shook their head no. “Get down
here.” They demanded. “Alright, alright, calm down.” Preston smiled and
un-tucked Sole so that he could slip in.
“Where’s the teddy bear I gave you?” Preston frowns. Sole
wrapped their arms around him and snuggled into his chest. “What are you
talking about, it’s right here.” That made Preston blush.
Cait: At first
Cait was all aboard for Sole’s “tough it out” method, but she drew the line
when Sole’s uncontrollably loud sneezes alerted a pack of yao guis that they
were trying to bypass. “Alright, that’s it.” Cait drug Sole into the closest standing
infrastructure and threw her down onto a dirty mattress. “Listen here now, ya
aren’t movin’ from that spot until I say so. It’s too dangerous out there with
you lettin’ every creep and critter know right where to find us.” Sole groaned
and fell back on the mattress, partly irritated and partly relieved. The
ever-present wasteland dust was destroying their nose.
Cait shuffled about the house they were in and managed to
scrounge up a box of instamash. She used some of her water and a hotplate she
found in the kitchen to prepare it, and then brought it to Sole. “Gotcha some
food. Can’t get well on an empty stomach yeah?” Cait hands Sole the bowl of
mash and sits down beside them.
“Could you eat any louder Sole? And that’s me sayin’ that.”
“I have a stopped up nose be quiet.”
“Okay, that’s enough.” Cait steals Sole’s half eaten bowl of
mash. “Hey!” Sole glares at Cait, “I wasn’t finished.” Cait ignores them, “If
you’re gonna sit there an’ smack yer lips then I’m gonna give you a reason to.”
She then grabs Sole’s shirt and pulls them in for a loud and messy kiss.
Piper: “I told you not to eat that mirelurk sandwich!” Sole vomited
into the bucket on the other side of the door. “ Eeugh, does that look as
disgusting as it sounds?” Piper slowly creaks open the door to the bathroom in
Sole’s house. “Hey Blue, need someone to hold your hair?” Piper jokes, but her
voice was soft and concerned. “I feel awful.” Sole moaned during a moment of
peace between the hurling. Piper actually did stand behind Sole and rubbed the
back of their head affectionately; it always seemed to help Nat whenever she
“C’mon Blue, time for bed.” Piper
escorted Sole to their bed and covered them up with a blanket. “I’ll go get you
something really quick, okay.” Sole nodded and watched Piper leave the room.
About an hour later Piper shows up at Sole’s bedside with a bowl of warm
noodles and bottle of Nuka Cola. “Here ya go Blue. This is the meal I serve Nat
whenever she catches a flu from the other kids in Diamond City.” Sole
gratefully devoured the treat and then settled into their covers after
finishing. They already felt kind of sleepy now, the memory of lunch earlier
that day slipping away.
“Nighty night.” Piper whispers as
she backs out of Sole’s bedroom.
Sole wakes up fully refreshed that
next morning, and they made their first priority to find and thank Piper for
taking such good care of them. When they found her they pulled Piper in for a
big sloppy kiss. Piper enjoyed it until Sole stuck their tongue in her mouth,
“UGH! SOLE, YOU’RE MOUTH TASTES LIKE VOMIT!” Piper screeches. Sole breathes
into their hand and shrugs while Piper obsessively gargles her way through five
different water bottles.
Danse: “Soldier!?” Danse watched as Sole started to sway and
stumble on the road in front of him. They had been trudging through the sweltering
heat for hours and had yet to find anywhere to resupply on water. As the
afternoon dragged out it had taken its toll on Sole. “SOLE!” Danse rushed to
his fainted companion and snapped his fingers in front of their face. When that
failed to work, he hastily flung Sole over his shoulder and sprinted to the
He laid Sole down on a sunken-in
sofa and started clawing his way through the kitchen, knocking pots and pans
over and sending various utensils clattering to the floor. He had to find some water, but the house
had already been picked clean. With one last hope and a small prayer Danse ran
into the backyard. Yes, this house
had a pump seated up against the house. Grabbing an empty carton from the
kitchen, Danse pumped enough water to overflow the container.
He grabs the carton a little too
tightly and water spills over his fingers. He curses but still rushes over to
Sole and kneels beside them. Carefully he props Sole up with one hand and pours
the semi-cool water over Sole’s forehead. After a minute Sole starts to blink
back into consciousness, and Danse audibly sighs. “Next time, let me know when
you need to rest soldier.”
“Ugh, I’m so thristy,” Sole
croaked. Feeling drops of water running down their face, Sole reaches out their
tongue to swipe them into their mouth. Danse became mesmerized by the way
Sole’s face and tongue glistened, and soon he had zoned out while staring at
them. “What’s wrong Danse? You thristy too?”
Nick: “Ya feelin’ alright there? You’ve got little something coming
out of your nose.” Nick raised one of his eyebrows at a sniffling Sole. “Uhhngh.
Head hur’s.” Sole mopes. The two had been taking a stroll through Diamond City
when Sole began to feel sickly. Nick gently grabbed Sole’s arm and led them to
the Noodle stand. “Can I get a hot bowl Taka?” Nick asks the robot chef. Soon,
a steaming and delicious smelling bowl of noodles was scooted across the bar to
Nick thanked Takahashi and turned
to Sole. “Here, eat something. It’ll help with the headache.” Nick proceeded to
push the bowl towards Sole who gently grasped it, holding it for a while to
warm up. “Than’s Ni’. Ugh, I fee’ so awfu’.” Nick leans over and pats Sole’s
back. “C’mon kiddo, you can bring your noodles back to the office and take a
nap after you’ve eaten.” Sole nodded and hopped down from the barstool, soup in
Back at the detective agency, Sole
finished slurping up their soup. “Ah, I already feel much better! Thanks Nick!”
“No problem kiddo. Now go to bed because I have a handful of cases for us to
work on tomorrow morning.” “Sir yes sir.” Sole saluted and marched off to
sleep. Nick chuckled, shook his head, and lit a cigarette.
Nick left his desk after a few
hours to check on Sole. They slept peacefully in his bed under the stairs, their
breathing even now. Nick smiles with relief and pets Sole’s hair with the back
of his covered hand. Before going back to work, Nick bent down to plant a
gentle kiss on the crown of their head.
Deacon: “Woah, I never took you for a user Charms.” Sole’s hands
were shaking uncontrollably as she tried to pick the lock on an explosives crate.
“Ugh, I can’t focus! My hands keep shaking and I just feel so weak! And on top
of that, my head is killing me!” Sole threw their bobby pin across the room and
slumped over onto the crate. “Hey, maybe you just need a break, y’know. I mean,
we have been going nonstop for two
days straight now, not that I’m complaining
or anything.” Deacon shrugs his shoulders. “Alright, let’s break.” Sole
The two had just gotten
comfortable in a corner of the room when Sole’s stomach growled. “Wow, should I
fear for my life?” Deacon jeers, and Sole can only muster a sideways glare. Deacon
quickly amended his comment. “Here, I happen to have some Blamco Mac ‘n’ Cheese
with me. I’ll go make it!” Sole didn’t argue, not that they had the strength
to. Soon, Deacon returned with a warm bowl of delicious yellow noodles and a
spoon. He sits down besides Sole, but keeps the bowl in his hands.
“Choo choo! All aboard!” Deacon
waved a spoonful of pasta in Sole’s face. Sole grimaced, feeling absolutely
mortified at Deacon while also trying to fight a grin. “Give me the bowl
Deacon!” “Okay!” Deacon handed Sole the bowl, but, hilariously enough, kept the
Soon the couple had finished the
noodles, and Deacon began rummaging inside his bag again. Once he found what he
was looking for, he whipped out a box of Fancy Lad snack cakes and smiled wryly
at Sole. “Who’s ready for desert?” He asked, slowly unwrapping one of the
cakes. When Sole opened their mouth to comment, Deacon quickly shoved a cake
inside their mouth causing them to gag. “Hey genius, you missed some.” And then
Deacon gave Sole’s cheek one good long lick.
Curie: “Ouagh *cough*
uhhh….” Curie zoned in on Sole as soon as she heard them coughing. “Get inside at once! You are sick! I told you to
put on more layers yesterday and you didn’t listen did you!” Curie made a stern
face at Sole and ushered them into their home. “Next time, listen to someone
wiz more experience in taking care of people than you!” Curie pushed Sole into their
bed and harrumphed as she marched into the kitchen. Shellshocked, Sole just sat
there with the covers hanging limply in their hands.
Curie made her way back with a
steaming bowl of broth and some purified water. “Now, I am going to sit here
and you are going to finish all of
zhis.” To make her point, Curie sat down on a chair beside Sole’s bed and
crossed her legs. Sole, still a little shocked at Curie’s forwardness, stared
dumbly at the scientist. “Go on zhen, eat!”
Startled, and honestly a little intimidated, Sole brought the spoon to their lips.
Sole grimaced when the soup spread
across their tongue. It tasted like the way inside of Danse’s power armor
smelled. But, they couldn’t spit it out; she was watching. And so began a torturous
thirty minutes for Sole. Needless to say Sole always listened to Curie from
For some unidentifiable reason,
Sole started to experience intense nausea. They curled up desperately on the
bed, trying to will away the bile rising in their throat. Curie concernedly sat
beside them and began to stroke their hair which helped with the queasiness.
Sole sighs in relief. “Does zhis help? Ah, I shall have to do it more often then,
oui?” Sole didn’t disagree.
MacCready: “WHOA! OH, no… Wow, um. Eugh, uh hey… are you uh… gonna
be okay?” MacCready had to stop himself from vomiting. One minute Sole was just
dandy, traveling with him to Goodneighbor, and then it was suddenly just vomit
everywhere. MacCready wasn’t very eager to step in, but he figured he should at
least try to help Sole. “Hey, um… Do you need to go lie down somewhere? I think
we just passed some abandoned apartments.” Sole nodded their head wordlessly,
taking deep breaths to contain any vestiges of that day’s breakfast.
Upon arriving in the apartment,
Sole shakily sat down on the bed. MacCready stood around awkwardly for a few
seconds before remembering how Lucy used to take care of Duncan. He quickly dug
around in his pack for a bottle of water and handed it to Sole. “You should
keep hydrated,” he said, “That’s what Lucy always told me anyway.” Sole
gratefully accepted the drink and slowly sipped on it. “Thanks MacCready.” They
said gratefully. “Don’t mention it!” MacCready smiles. “But let me know if you’re
gonna hurl again.” “Roger that.”
After a few moments, MacCready
spotted something on the shelf. “Oh hey! Blast Radius! We used to play games
like this all the time in Little Lamplight.” MacCready looked over the box nostalgically.
“Wanna play?” He asked Sole. “Sure!” “Heh, get ready to have you’re a- butt
handed to you!”
Eventually MacCready packed up the
game and stashed it in his bag for later enjoyment. Sole yawned and crawled
into one of the mattresses laying around. MacCready watched as Sole tucked
themselves in, and then he had an idea. He quietly walked over to Sole and
leaned down to give their forehead a soft, lingering kiss. Sole looked up and
blushed. When MacCready noticed Sole watching him, he also blushed. “Hey, that’s
what you do when people are sick, right?”
Hancock: “C’mon, did you have to sneeze all over the coat Sole?”
Hancock screwed his face up at the giant glob of snot hanging from his sleeve. “Sorry…
That is kinda a big booger.” Sole breathed through their mouth. “No kiddin’.”
Hancock shot Sole an incredulous look, then softened his expression. Wow, they
looked really messed up. “Hey uh, let’s you and me go back to the ol’ mayoral
residence and get you a couch to lay down on.” Hancock crooked one of his
elbows and allowed Sole to loops their arm through his for support.
Sole stumbled behind Hancock into
his home but couldn’t get any further than the foot of the stairs. They looked
up the spiraling ascent with dread. Suddenly, their feet left the ground as
Hancock scooped them up into his arms and began climbing the stairs. Sole felt
a little lightheaded now and quickly fainted against Hancock’s chest. When
Hancock reached his couch, he asked Fahrenheit to grab Sole some food and water
for when they woke up.
Not wanting to disturb the
sleeping survivor, Hancock sat down while still holding Sole, and then began
fit them inside his coat as much as he could to warm them up. Sole
subconsciously drew into the warmth of the coat and spent the rest of the night
sleeping under the lapels of Hancock’s collar.
Hancock stayed up for a while,
entertaining himself by watching Sole dreamlessly sleep. Their skin looked so
smooth, and he couldn’t help but reach his hand up to rub their cheek. Yep, he
mentally confirmed, definitely as soft as it looks. He then wondered about Sole’s
lips and decided he would ask them about those tomorrow.
X6-88: Sole had been hiding their cough the entire day, as if X6
wouldn’t notice their body tremor every once in a while from holding them in.
Finally, X6 rolled his eyes behind his glasses and stopped Sole. “Sir/ma’am, I
can tell you’re sick. Stop trying to hide it from me, and let’s find somewhere
to stay for the night.” Sole countered him, “It’s just a cold X, I’ll be fine.
Plus, we still have a lot of ground to cover.” “It had not been a suggestion
Sole. You and I are going to find cover for the night right now.”
And that was that. Sole moped behind
X6 as he drug them to an abandoned shack on the side of the road. “This will
do.” He affirmed himself. “Alright, lie down.” X6 commanded. “What?! But it’s
still two in the afternoon!” X6 didn’t ask them a second time. Sole meekly
hunkered over and lowered themselves onto the floor of the shack under the
courser’s intensely examining gaze. “Fine, fine. Goodnight.” Sole rested their head
on their backpack and tried to sleep.
“…” Sole could feel X6 burning
holes into their back with his eyes. “Hey, could you turn around? It’s hard to
sleep with you watching me like that.” Sole comments. “Sorry, but I must make
sure you actually rest like I told you to.” X6 remarked. Sole decided that it
was going to be a very long night.
“Would it put you more at ease if
I laid down as well?” X6 asked. “Sure.” Sole shrugged, still not at all sleepy.
All at once Sole felt arms snake around them, and they would have jumped about
a foot off of the ground had it not been for X6 holding them there. “Better?”
X6 asked. Sole remained quiet, too stunned to really reply. X6 smirked. “I
should have stopped you earlier. We could have been doing this all day.”
Codsworth: “Oh sir/mum! Why
did you go in the water? Did you not see it? It was green!” Codsworth wished he could glare at Sole in disapproval at
the moment. Not only did he have to pluck leeches from all over their body, but
now they also had a horrible rash blazing across their entire chest. “Tut tut,
it is a shame that we have to waste all of this Abraxo on you, and it will
likely make the itching worse. I hope you’re happy with yourself. Honestly, who
goes for a dip in some random irradiated cesspool? I just can’t-“ Sole listened
to Codsworth chatter on and on as they shivered in the washtub he had them
soaking in, and every time they went to itch a red spot, Codsworth would smack
their hand away. “I swear sir/mum, it’s like taking care of a child!”
Dogmeat: Sole had been laid up in bed the whole day, not even able
to gather enough strength to roll out form under the covers. They hear Dogmeat’s
tell tale pitter patter of paws on the dilapidated tile and watch as he leapt
into bed with them. He hated seeing Sole so weak, so he brought a present to
cheer them up.
“DOGMEAT GET THAT DISGUSTING SQUIRREL
HEAD AWAY FROM ME!”
Strong: Strong refused to stop traveling just because Sole was
sick. Instead, he gladly let Sole ride atop his shoulders as they gallivanted across
the Commonwealth. “STRONG LIKE THIS! IS THIS WHAT SCARF FEEL LIKE? MAYBE YOU
BECOME STRONG’S SCARF?”
Maxson: Maxson almost missed Sole when they passed out in front of
him. One minute he was giving them a debriefing and the next he had barely
caught them under their arms as they collapsed. “Soldier? Can you hear me?”
Maxson barked in Sole’s ear, but they gave no response. He suspected they had
not been resting nearly enough to make up for all of the running around they
did. Maxson grunted and heaved Sole into a better position to carry them in.
He made his way to the barracks
and placed Sole on one of the beds. Hopefully they would sleep through the
night and finally feel well rested in the morning. Maxson made a note to
himself to go easy with the assignments on Sole for a while.
“Are you feeling better now?”
Maxson approached Sole with his resting glare. Sole panicked a little when they
couldn’t remember what he was talking about. “Y-yes sir.” They muttered, unsure
of what else to say. Maxson smirked a little, “You don’t remember do you?” Sole
looked everywhere but at the elder. “That’s fine soldier; just get more rest
from now on, alright?” Sole gave an affirmative answer, but blushed when Maxson
flippantly tousled their hair as he passed by.
Since he emerged from the Mustache Swamps in the late 1970s, one of the Enquirer’s perennial targets has been none other than Burt Reynolds, who came to loathe the magazine’s “exposes” so much that it’s more or less considered his nemesis.
Between 1972 and 1988, the magazine had a very peculiar tradition: Every December, its owner would erect an enormous Christmas tree in front of the Enquirer’s headquarters in Lantana, Florida. It had 280,000 lights and a train with 320 cars riding on 1,700 feet of tracks, and it was said to be the world’s tallest Christmas tree. The Enquirer tree was something of a tourist attraction, and Burt Reynolds hated this. So, one Christmas, he decided to use it as a vessel for his vengeance. But what could he do about it? All he had on hand was a giant stable full of horses, the number of a good helicopter rental service, and no particular plans for the holidays. Surely some form of poetic justice against the magazine that had flung shit at him for years would eventually come to him, as soon as he did something about those giant mounds of horseshit in his backyard …
Yes, I’m saying that Burt Reynolds once rented a helicopter, strapped two huge nets of horse manure under it, flew to the National Enquirer Christmas tree, and damn well dumped that poop all over it, and yes, you’re welcome.
Summary: Your friend Lauren and yourself are having the best time at a Supernatural convention. You meet Jared and Jensen in the photo op, and they’re just as awesome as you imagined. Jensen is charming and you seem to click right away. But as life goes, you sadly have to say goodbye. During the panel, however, the unexpected happens….
A/N: IT’S HERE!!!! THE WEDDING!!!!! I spent forever on this chapter, so I hope you like it! <3
You wake up on the morning of your wedding to an empty bed. You haven’t seen Jensen since last night’s rehearsal dinner. He stayed at Jared’s and you’re at your house.
You’re feeling absolutely fine until you attempt to get out of bed. Three steps out of bed, your stomach twists into knots. Nerves hit you like a brick wall and you sprint the rest of the way to the bathroom.
Once you’re done throwing up, you feel a bit better, but still uneasy. Taking relaxing baths have always helped you in the past, so that’s what you do now.
Nerves ebbing away, you check your phone. About halfway through scrolling through the bridesmaids’ group chat, your phone starts to play ‘Carry On Wayward Son.’
WHAT? IT WAS JUMPING OUT OF THE WATER! THERE WERE HUNDREDS OF THEM!
I KNOW. THAT’S THE PROBLEM. IT’S EXACTLY WHAT BIG NATURE WANTS. A BUNCH OF MINDLESS LOCAVORES. SLAVES TO CONVENIENCE. “HERE, HAVE THIS FAT, FORGETTABLE TROUT AT THE PEAK OF ITS FRESHNESS FROM RIGHT IN YOUR BACKYARD."
IS THAT BAD?
YES! SEASONAL FOOD WITH NO DECOMPOSITION, NO FLAVOR. IT’S A SCAM! FOOD SHOULD BE EXOTIC AND SLIGHTLY ROTTEN. DIFFICULT TO OBTAIN! HAVE YOU EVER HAD LITTLE MICE FROM UNDER THE ROCKS IN THE MOUNTAIN RANGE OUT WEST? ALMOST IMPOSSIBLE TO CATCH! AMAZING TERROIR! LAST MONTH AT WORK BILL BROUGHT IN A LIZARD HE GOT FROM SOMEPLACE IN THE SOUTH THAT DOESN’T EVEN HAVE WATER. DEAD FOR OVER A WEEK. IT WAS DELICIOUS! QUIT GRABBING WHATEVER’S IN THE RIVER AND START THINKING FOR YOURSELF.