PROMPT: Your Sole x R.J MacCready - Ulmus flower👍 ULMUS: royalty, strength, age
NOTE: I know I took my sweet time with this, but it became SO much more than I originally expected to write. thank you anon for the prompt!! I CAN’T BELIEVE I JUST WROTE MY FIRST EVER FINISHED FIC FOR FLO AND MAC??? SKJKJlkjdsf;lsdk I hope you enjoy this self-indulgent little piece of writing I whipped up in like two hours (get ready for some mac domesticity), and if you reblog that ask meme I’ll make sure to invade ur inbox with flowers because these are ridiculously fun <3
The one strand of white had hidden itself well among the locks of hair above his forehead. MacCready almost didn’t notice it at first. It was when he got closer to the mirror to inspect his teeth that it casually fell in front of his eyebrow, like a crack in the glass, almost proudly presenting itself to him.
No way. Squinting, he isolated it with his fingers. The tip of it was golden brown, like it was supposed to be, but sure enough, the lower half of was a breathtakingly glossy - almost polished - silver. His eyes widened. There had been many false alarms in the past couple of years, but this time he was certain.
It was a real, genuine, gray hair.
“Holy shit!” He went racing down the hallway in his boxers, face still dripping-wet. “Flo! Holy shit!”
“Mac, honey, the kids can hear you from outside!” He nearly skidded past the kitchen door in his excitement, before getting right up to her face and pointing proudly to the drooping strand of hair.
She put a hand over her mouth, but he could just see her smile. “Is that..?”
When she found her first gray hair, they had only just gotten married, and Duncan was only five. Between the kids, the raiders, and the settlements, Florence hadn’t had time to think of aging ever since waking up in Vault 101. “You’re gonna have to point them out to me from now on. Before long my entire head will go too, you know,” she said to him after plucking it out, half as a joke and half as a precaution. Truth be told, MacCready couldn’t recall more than three people in his entire life who had lived long enough to have an entire head of gray hair, and it was unexpectedly difficult for him to imagine Flo becoming one of them. He could tell she hated it.
After dinner that day she sat herself down at the old, slightly banged-up vanity in their bedroom, silently combing her hair and parting it this way and that, experimenting with ways to hide the coming change. It was killing him that he wasn’t able to help with how upset she was.
“Tell you what,” he said. “Let’s do this thing right.”
She turned to him, looking amused. “What are you talking about?”
“You’re all about fairness and equality in the Wasteland - you tell me if it’s fair that you’re on your way to having a head full of gray hair, and I don’t even have a single one yet.” She started to laugh, but he stopped her, taking her hand in his with a small, sly smile. “Oh, I’m dead serious, sweetheart. You have nearly a hundred years’ head start on this age thing. No way am I gonna let you get old without me.”
“So you’re gonna - what - lawyer my hair out of changing color? You’re sweet, Mac, but it’s not..” Florence trailed off, then said, “It’s not so much having a head full of gray hair. It’s not knowing if I’ll be with you, Shaun, and Duncan long enough for that to happen that’s scaring the hell out of me. I mean - who knows if that’s even possible for us, living the way we do?”
“Well, I…” He knew telling her not to worry with him around was irresponsible - he had made that promise too many times for it to matter anymore. “You know I’m never gonna leave you if I have any say in it.”
"I know you won’t,” she gave him a sad, brittle smile. “But sometimes neither of us get a say in it, and I just can’t help worrying…"
“Then wait for me to catch up so you don’t have to worry alone. Whatever you want to do with those gray hairs - getting rid of ‘em, or hiding, or dyeing ‘em - just say the word and I’ll help you do it. I’ll get you whatever you need. Just don’t leave the starting line without me. Let me worry about that with you.”
"It’s gray! You’re old!” She yells between giggles.
“I know! I know!” he laughs. “I know, I know, I know!”
They stay like that for a while, but soon quiet down, transitioning from laughter to a more tearful kind of joy.
She finally pulls back from the embrace to take a good, long look at him, still sniffling. “Hey, you,” she says, in a way that always makes him melt, and frowns.
“What is it?”
“Oh, nothing. I was going to say something witty about how you finally caught up, but it looks like I’m gonna have to step up my game. You’re one ahead of me now.” She’s smirking now, and softly thumbs a small thread of silver on his chin. “Really should’ve thought twice before messing with the best.”
He grins, leaning in for a kiss. They hear the sounds of Shaun and Duncan imitating laser pistols somewhere out in the fields.
“Man,” Mac says as he breaks away, gazing at Florence and quietly thanking all the choices he had made prior to that moment that led him to her. “Who knew growing old together was so much fun?”
Happy Birthday to my precious Sophia, @strawberrymochu ♡ I genuinely enjoy interacting with you so much, you’re a kindhearted, I’m very happy to see you in my dash. Thank you for being here, you are truly an incredible person. I wish you a wonderful day with lots of happiness and love of the world~ !! ♡♡
absolutely adores books but still wishes they read more, takes really aesthetic book photos, doesn’t waste their time on a book they know they won’t like, pretty critical about book to movie adaptations, considers other people’s reviews before picking up a book, reads their books in class even when they probably shouldn’t, loves borrowing books from others
will plow through book after book and then not read for an entire month, attempts to organize books alphabetically or by colour but in the end just tries to squeeze them in anywhere, probably re-reads more old books than they read new books, only presents they want are books, may not finish books super quickly but loves them nonetheless
reads books at an alarming rate, can and will read on any form of transportation, wears glasses, instead of listening to music they’re actually listening to audio books, starts reading a good book but then gets distracted by another and completely forgets about the old one, usually critical of the protagonist.
attempts to read over 20 books at the same time, ships everything, loves it when they’re friends read a book that they recommend,they have to finish the whole series no matter what, gets defensive when someone doesn’t recognize them as a reader, wants to read all the books their friends have read so they can contribute their own opinions to discussions
OK CONCERNING THE WHOLE HEADCANON THING IM WRITING THAT PPL KEEP ASKING ME ABT, i was talking to @chompiee abt a ~love confession~ and then @cryptidsp00n abt the aftermath of said confession concerning them kissing
i have too many feelings about michelle jones so here have headcanons and peter x michelle
this was obnoxiously long because i have no control so lots of stuff is under the cut and it became very fic-like at the end there, whoops. parts ONE (this one!), two, three, four, five, six.
michelle moved with her family to new york when she started high school
mj was actually pretty sad to leave her friends back in chicago because it had
taken a long time to make those friends and she always feels awkward around new
she isn’t very happy about The Move
comes from a loving family
she gets kissed every night before she goes to bed, her parents read her
bedtime stories until she was ten, she used to wear matching outfits with her
mother, family movie nights were every friday
parents were really good to her for the most part and just loved and supported
also pretty smart and since mj has pretty much always been inspired by them so
intelligence and the acquisition of knowledge is really important to her
reading and academic decathlon, but she’s also into math and science too
because she’s very driven and doesn’t have that many friends in new york so
what else is she gonna do?
her parents are an interracial couple and they’ve encountered a lot of hate and
mj was always so sad when she walked out with her mother and people would give
them weird looks
she’s tried to end hate whenever she can and fights to give a voice to those
who are silenced
now cue mj going to high school in new york
joins academic decathlon ofc because who do you think she is she lives for this shit
then! there is this little shithead on the team PETER PARKER
who the fuck does this kid think he is
all these questions, acting like he’s sooo smart just because he happens to
know a lot of facts and is really good at physics and speaks spanish really
well and also happens to be really dorky and adorable and okay maybe he’s kind
of attractive too and maybe mj starts throwing herself more into academic
decathlon and possible CONSIDERS joining band but that’s ONLY BECAUSE PETER IS
A SHITHEAD AND SHE NEEDS TO SHOW HIM HE ISN’T THE ONLY TALENTED ONE OKAY