jooheon (monstax) + you (reader) word count: 7,233 warnings: i have no excuse for this flithy, graphic smut (that includes but is not limited to thigh riding, breath play, mild degradation, spanking, etc) and strong language (some slut shaming) and brief mentions of infidelity a/n: i was inspired by the new mv and channeled that inspiration into a gang!au, bad boy jooheon sexy time fest and before you say anything yes i know he is a total squish in real life that’s why it’s called fiction :)
so nine has been up until now very hesitant regarding gender, but ten went ahead and assigned them pronouns. i think this says a lot about ten as a person, but what sticks out to me is this: shes lonely.
we see from her conversation with nancy that they havent spoken in a while - and her phatic small talk tells us that they werent especially close in the first place. she doesnt believe in a god or higher purpose, she holds herself to standards of etiquette and professionalism that everybody else has outgrown. she doesnt care about the weird or extravagant football games - she cant allow herself to indulge in what little ability to explore and experiment humanity has left.
shes old. shes from a time far older than the world shes inherited, and despite all her knowledgeability and expertise, she has no hold or claim over it. shes both vast and powerless - a brilllliant engine of precision and control that has nothing to control. so when she finds something she can control, she does.
thats nine. theyre the first thing, as far as we know, that shes had any kind of ability to influence. so shes assumed the role of their custodian: she had to reassure them that she wasnt their parent because she was certainly acting as much. she attributed them an identity, both for themselves and in relation to her.
while im not saying this
defines their dynamic, nor am i saying theres anything inherently malicious about this, it is one of ten’s most outstanding characteristics that she craves the ability to be responsible for something - to change something.
Companions reacting to a pregnant Sole going into labor in the middle of no where.
AN: Oh I’ve got a thing for romanced companions ones :D Thank you for the request! Because of this I now know what to do if a woman (or me for that matter) is about to gonna give birth in the middle of nowhere or in a car or sth. I’m learning some life skills here! ;) PS: the first ones got a bit long I tried to kinda restrain myself after those to avoid tldr but man this ask is technically fanfic/oneshot material.
Prologue: Sole’s eyes widened. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
She figured she could make it back to Diamond city in time to give birth to this kid and settle down there for a while… take it easy. Clearly she had been mistaken. This baby was coming and nothing was going to stop it. She looked over at her companion, who was still oblivious to what was happening, and pointed at a very, very shabby looking hut-like thing in the distance. “Let’s check that out.” She figured that was exactly how far she was still going to get. As soon as they closed the door behind them she hunched over, stumbled over to the remnants of a bed and grabbed on to the upper arm of her companion. She looked him straight in the eye. “ Looks like this baby isn’t waiting around for the due date. I’m having this baby. Now. “
Codsworth “ Oh dear! Okay, it’s happening! Let’s… let’s get you comfortable, Mum!” Codsworth put on a brave face and tried his best to keep his cool but could not for the life of him hide his panic (or excitement, Sole wasn’t entirely sure) in the slightest. Sure, he wasn’t exactly programmed to help bringing children into the world but he was sure that they would manage, after all “it is a beautiful and natural part of life, mum”. His peptalk, including those exact words, served more to soothe himself than to soothe Sole, “Codsworth I appreciate you wanting to make me feel better but let’s focus on this tiny human getting out safely rather than on peptalking me, please?” “ Certainly! Oh, it will be such a beautiful child! I bet it’ll have your eyes,Mum.” “ Codsworth… I’m in a lot of pain.” “ Err… right. What should I do?” “ Get out water, some clean cloth or clothing to wrap this kid in, anything helpful.” Another contraction hit her. “ Right. Now.”
Codsworth tried to hide that he felt at a loss considering he had no clue on how to proceed next. In between contractions, Sole just told him what to do next as he meticulously followed her every instruction. He hated that he couldn’t help her with the pain but it’d have to do.
Danse: Danse stayed remarkably calm and got out of his power armor. Sole kept his eyes on him. Sure, she hadn’t expected him to be the kind to go frantic but he was far too calm… did he think she was kidding or something? “ I’m not joking.” “ I am aware of that. There is no need for concern. Breathe in, breathe out and relax.I won’t let anything happen to you or this baby.” “Danse, I know for a fact that ‘how to be a midwife’ is not part of the Brotherhood’s training process.” Danse smiled, she didn’t think she’d ever seen him more in love with her than in that moment. “ Ensuring that you are prepared for the mission you will embark on is part of the training. I made sure I was well-informed and therefore know precisely what to do. Our only concern is potential complications.” Sole’s stomach turned at the idea of that being a possibility and regretted not listening when he had urged her to just lay low and stop travelling around sooner. He took some clean cloth, water, a stim pack, a pipet… out of his backpack and took his top off. Sole’s tried to smile but the pain made it difficult. “Danse… I appreciate the distraction but …” “ We need to keep this child warm, body heat is ideal. I presumed you are in enough discomfort already however you can certainly opt to use your own body heat.” Sole grimaced. Yeah, she was in enough discomfort already indeed. “ No thanks. “ He got a blanked out and put it over her after helping her out of her pants, presumeably to keep her warm. “ You might have to breastfeed the child as it will lessen the bleeding due to the hormones.” She smiled at Danse. “Thanks for having my back.” Danse gave her a reassuring smile and brushed some hair out of her face as gently as possible. “ Thank you for being the love of my life and giving me a family. Hang in there Sole, you’re going to be allright. Both of you. I will protect you, no matter what. Both you and our child. “
MacCready: MacCready seemed to be lost in thought. “ Don’t just stand there, now what do we do?” He sat down beside her. “ We don’t have time to get you to a doctor so we’re gonna have to make do with whatever we’ve got here. But hey, how hard can it be right?” “ You have no idea.” “ Right, sorry. Lucy made it very clear to me that it wasn’t easy when she had Duncan. The things she yelled at me, I thought I’d pull back a bloody stump considering how hard she squeezed my hand. I’ve only seen it and even I felt traumatised. I mean, damn what you women do is way more badass than anything that I…“ “ Yeah, real comforting there, MacCready.” “ *ahum* Anyway I think I’ve got this.” He grabbed a somewhat clean shirt from his duffel bag and started ripping it up after putting his coat underneath Sole. The house may have come with a bed but clean sheets were something else entirely.“ You’ve still got some purified water, right?” He looked through her stuff and lifted the bottle. ‘Found it!’ “ I appreciate you trying to stay calm but I doubt having watched it once makes you any more of a midwife than me.” “ Someone once told me the second kid is easier though?” Sole groaned and shot him a vicious look. “Sure as hell doesn’t feel like it.” “ Okay, you’ve got this. I’ve got you. This baby is gonna be come out you’ll forget about all the bad stuff. Start with those puffy breathy things.” “ Puffy breathy things?” “ ‘C mon you know what I mean. ” MacCready focussed on her, showing to be much calmer than she was. However she noticed some tears welling up in his eyes. “ You’re gonna be fine. “ He grabbed her hand while she was still puffing. “ It’s always nice to see you this emotional, MacCready. “ She was expecting an excuse, from the dusty place to a full-blown twig in his eye. Perhaps onion-cutting ninja’s for the occasion. “ I’m about to see my second child. This … This is a big deal all right? You’ve done so much for me. You’ve given my son his life back, you’ve given me my life back and now you’re bringing another one into this world. And I get to raise them with you. Damnit Sole, I love you.” “ No cursing.” She squeezed his hand at another contraction. “ Yeah you’re gonna have to let go cause I gotta get there now though.”
“ Ohkay… well I used to be a nurse once upon a time, all the doctor’s fancied me… probably because of the blonde wig and my long legs. “ “ Deacon, this is really not the time.” “ I could be telling you the same thing.” She shot him the kind of look that made him count his lucky stars for her currently not being capable of fighting him because she would’ve handed him his ass. She hissed at him; “Look I know humor is your way of dealing with stressful situations and usually I am all for it. But not. Now.” Deacon couldn’t supress a wide grin. “Well I helped get it in there I suppose I can help gettin’ it out.” “ I swear if you’re gonna keep blurting out ‘funny’ shit you’re gonna make me a single mother.” Deacon was still smiling. “ That would be a crying shame, especially because you would be dealing with the crying. Actually, maybe that’s preferable, then I get some peace and quiet.’ “ Really, Deacon? That’s your reaction? Don’t you think it’s a bit early for bad dad jokes?” “ No. Panic. I would say panic is my reaction. This is the scariest thing I’ve ever had to deal with. Feel better knowing that? What do you suggest we do?” “ Get some things ready and please, please don’t do the fake being hurt thing when I yell insults at you because my sense of self-control is at an all-time low.” “ Gotcha, By the way, you’re doing great, keep up the pushing.” Sole groaned. “Less peptalk more getting your kid out because just like their dad it loves to get me stressed out.” “ Aww, they take after me already.” “ Deacon, shut the hell up and get my pants off.” He opened his mouth again when Sole yelled ‘NO innuendoes.”
Gage: Gage’s eyes widened… “ Come again? This is some sort of bad joke right? Here?” Sole shook their head. “ Not the kind of thing I joke about.” Sole doubled over, hand on her belly, at another contraction. “Some help’d be nice” He sighed and picked her up. “ Well shit boss, I’m not prepared for this.” “ Should’ve thought about that before you got me knocked up Gage.” He smiled a little.“ That’s what you get for always taking what you want I guess.” “ Oh please, if you had taken anything without my say-so you wouldn’t be breathin’ anymore. For now you’re gonna have to take off that armour and make sure you get this kid out safely.” Gage sighed. “I didn’t sign up for the getting it out part.” “ And I didn’t sign up for defeating your Overseer with a squirt gun, shit happens. We need to get this child out safely.” The look on Gage’s face shifted as he got out some clean water. Shit, what else did he need for this. Sole noticed. “ Wait… is that concern Gage?” “ I… No.” “ It actually easy, that I’d live the day to see this.” “ This is my kid too ya know. I don’t want it to have the kind of fucked up life I’ve had, but it’d be a good start if it comes out kicking and screaming. But cause someone refused to stay put I’ve gotta help you get my kid out.” “ Say whatever you want, I’ve found a soft spot in that cold cold heart anyway.“ Sole winked before another contraction plastered a look of pain on her face again. “ I’ll guide ya through it Gage. But I can’t hold your hand through this cause you’re gonna need them. So get something to put this baby on.” She decided that the last thing she had to do now is get insecure, wouldn’t help either of ‘em. “Damn boss, you’re somethin’ else. Fuck it, let’s do this.”
“ Looks like this kid takes after their dad, life’s to the fast and the rebellious. “ “ Yeah, high five it when it gets out but help me first.” Hancock looked rather happy until he noticed just how much pain Sole was in. “ You alright?” Sole looked at them. If looks could kill… “ And people say there are no stupid questions.” She folded double, grabbing at her abdomen. “ This hurts like hell.” He guided her to the bed and let her lay down on it. “ I’d give ya some chems but that’d be bad for the baby.” “ No kidding, I’m not having any of that filth now regardless Hancock.” “ Guess we can’t make it to Diamond City anymore? I was looking forward to finding out whether they’d really let me in with you by my side, me being the father and all that.” “ Hancock, focus. No small talk. I could use some help getting my pants off.” “ Ah, just what you said when we conceived the little one. Good times.” Hancock winked. Sole would laugh if the contractions weren’t hurting quite as much as they were. “
“ Alright… let’s fuck this shit up.” Sole slit her eyes. “Let’s fuck this shit up? Seriously? Look I know you’re a man and all but I speak from experience when I say this is not that easy.”
“ You’ve been dating a me for a while now darling, in comparison this is gonna be a freakin’ breeze. You’re a fucking superhero and I love you. Now, lay back, push and let’s hope this baby gets their looks from mommy.”
Maxson: Maxson didn’t waste any time and picked her up. He put her down on the bed gently and seemed extremely calm. “ Maxson, are you even processing what I just said?” “ I know precisely what I am doing and yes I have. We have this under control.” Sole groaned in pain. “ Speak for yourself … the pain is getting worse.” Maxson got out a wide array of things he needed to deliver the baby . “ You do what I tell you what I tell you and there ought to be no issues.” Sole scoffed. “Sure, cause you know all about babies. Maxson, with all do respect, this is not exactly the same as commanding an army.” Sole clenched her teeth and dug her nails into what was left of the matress on the bed before screaming out. Maxson rushed over and for a moment his facade cracked, he was worried about her, brushing some hair out of her face. “ Are you alright?” Sole grimaced. “ Hardly. What happened to having everything under control?” “ Our child will be safe, it’s you I am concerned about.” “ What makes you so sure Maxson?” “ I asked Cade what I would need to help you deliver this child if he wasn’t nearby. I have prepared for this potentially happening and have all the required equipment at the ready.” Sole screamed again, he grabbed her hand. “ I swear I will protect you and this child. I will send a message to the Brotherhood after this and they will come pick us up in a ventibird. And then you will rest.” Sole grinned. “Never listened before.” “ I’ll lock you up if I have to, I care more about your safety than about some missions.” “ You mean you love me more than the Brotherhood? That’s the most romantic thing you’ve ever said to me.” She screamed again and grabbed his hand, he didn’t even flinch as she squeezed as hard as she could. “ I love you and this child more than anything. Now focus on doing this. You are my goddamn Sentinel for a damn good reason, you can do anything. That includes this. Just… whatever you do stay with me.”
Kent: “I really don’t think this is the time. I mean…” Sole grimaced. “ I don’t think this kid cares about whether it’s the time for it.” Kent supported Sole and put her on the bed. “ Are you sure we can’t make it to Diamond City?” “ On the list of things not even the Silver Shroud can do: delaying childbirth.” Kent looked around nervously. “Okay… okay. What should I do.” “ Stop looking so panicked for starters? Just do as I say and this will be fine.”
Preston: “ We’re having this baby now? Really?” Preston could hardly hide the happiness and excitement on his face when it dawned on him that the circumstances were hardly ideal for someone to give birth. He looked around. They were in a small shack in the middle of nowhere… panic crept up on him. He looked at Sole who seemed very busy with putting on a brave face but he knew when someone was scared. He picked her up, knowing he had to be the strong one. She had enough on her mind now. “ I got you. This baby is going to be fine.” He gently put her down on the bed in the hut. “ I was hoping for better circumstances but at least it isn’t raining, right?” He held her hand. “ This is not the first time I’ve helped someone getting a baby out in the world by the way.” Sole laughed a little, very faintly because of the pain. “ You mean you’ve got a bunch of kids running around?” He laughed and brushed some hair out of her face and helped her take off her pants and get a little more comfortable. “ No, but we do a lot in the Commonwealth. There was once a pregnant lady among the people we saved. The stress made her go into labour sooner than expected. But the baby pulled through.” Knowing that he had done this kind of thing before soothed her a little. “ I’m going to look for things we can use. Some clean cloth, water,… You’re going to have to take your top off too I’m afraid. Saved the mother. The child’s grandmother was with us and she told us it could stop the bleeding faster. I’ll get you a blanked though.” Sole nodded. “ You’re going to be okay. I promise.”
Nick immediately focused on getting Sole calm and comfortable on the cot in the hut. “ Listen to me, kid. You can do this. We’re going to get this baby out safely do you hear me?” Sole nodded, still biting down on her lower teeth. “ I guess it’s gonna have to come out somehow.” She smiled a little but still looked panicked. What if something went wrong? They first thought there were complications with Shaun’s birth as well but it quickly turned out to be a false alarm, she might not be as lucky this time. “ The first thing you need to do is slow your breathing, relax.” “ Easy for you to say.” The pain of the contractions wasn’t getting much better. He took off his coat and put it underneath Sole. “ That’s gonna be messed up if this kid when the baby comes out Nick. Blood doesn’t wash out easily.” “ Do you honestly think I give a damn? This is our child. I’m going to try to get you comfortable.” He did as much as he could to make Sole lay down in a comfortable position. “ It’s not my comfort I’m worried about.” Nick sat down next to her and grabbed her by the back of her neck until his forehead touched hers. “ First of all; I love you. Second; when I say push you’ll have to push. I will support the baby’s head and make sure they’re breathing, okay?” Sole nodded. Nick planted a kiss on her lips. “ Everything is going to be alright. You’re the best thing that ever happened to me, I will not lose you or this baby”
Sturges; Sturges’ eyes widened. “Oh… okay, no need to panic we can do this.” Sole grimaced. “ I’m not so sure about that.” “ Hey this is nature, you’ll be fine. I’m right here, I won’t let anything happen to you or to our baby.” He smiled at her in such a proud way that her heart melted a little. “ This is not exactly how I wanted things to go down sturges.” “ Hey, look at me alright? You’ve got this. You’re a badass, I’ve seen you save so many people and survive against all odds, even if you can’t properly install a tap. This baby is going to conquer the world with a mom like you. Everything’s gonna be okay. I’m gonna get something to wrap the baby into, okay? Lay down and try that breathing thing.” He walked to his backpack but immediately walked back over to her and brushed some hair out of her face. “ I forgot to say one more thing… I love you.”
X6-88: “ The nearest point we can transport to the Institute is 5 minutes away. I suggest we start moving.” “ I’m not gonna make it there.” “ You are.” He lifted Sole up and carried her to the place they were supposed to be. X6 seemed to be convinced he had it all under control although he looked more stressed than Sole had ever seen him. He barely managed to get Sole to a point where she could be transported to the Institute and once there started yelling orders at each and every doctor. As they frowned at him for presuming he, as a synth, had the audacity to doing so Sole yelled that he was officially her second and would be obeyed. Especially in these circumstances. He continued his orders and Sole noticed a hint of a smile. Someone stood beside her and urged her to calm her breathing to delay the birth a little. X6 soon sat beside her, holding her hand. “ I’d hardly considered you the sentimental type.” “ I am aware of the fact that squeezing someone’s hand aids them in getting the focus off the pain to some extent.” With her next contraction she squeezed again, hard. Part of her didn’t give a damn but she looked at X6 regardless, trying to figure out if she hadn’t hurt him. “ I can take it. Do whatever you need to do.”
I wanna follow where she goes, I think about her and she knows it. Oh, I’ve been shaking, I love it when you go crazy. You take all my inhibitions. You take me places that tear up my reputation, manipulate my decisions. Cause if we lost our minds and we took it way too far. I know we’d be alright. If you were by my side and we stumbled in the dark, I know we’d be alright.
Tom had been lucky enough to meet [Y/N]. It had been at a party in downtown San Francisco, everyone under the sun was invited to that party. It was wild. People were stumbling through rooms, slurring their words, crawling down the stairs, slinging liquor around, and the music had been so loud, Tom could feel it in his bones every time his heart would beat.
After some drinks were in his system, he came across the pretty singer lounging on the balcony. With all the liquid courage he had consumed, it was easy to talk to her and when they decided to meet up days later on sober accords, it was even better.
She had shown him around her home. Took him to places he would have never seen or even bothered to go to. [Y/N] was a different kind of person with a different kind of life, and he enjoyed every bit of it. She was a singer, someone who took great pride in music and made it her life. [Y/N] knew all the best places to go for someone who had never experienced that kind of thing. He had a fun ride that week he stayed in San Francisco. Part of him, never wanting to leave and the other part wanting to take her with him back to London. Take her to his home, show her his kind of life. But with her about to embark on her first ever world tour, he knew he couldn’t.
It had been a months since the two of them had last seen each other but it had only been a few days since they last spoke. They kept in touch, him finding parts of him he never knew about when he was talking with her. [Y/N] was a wild child and he loved it. She had no limitations and saw the world as her oyster. Tom really liked that about her, her ability to just do what she wanted because no one could tell her otherwise. She wasn’t afraid of anything.
[Y/N] didn’t care what the media thought of her or what kind of consequences her actions would have. She lived in the now. It was exhilarating to be involved with someone like that. All she did care about were her fans and what they thought of her. [Y/N] never wanted to disappoint her fans but just like Tom, they loved that she was carefree and erratic.
“Very convenient that you live so close to home.” [Y/N] commented as Tom led her into his apartment. She looked around, chuckling to herself. It was obvious that a guy lived here. Not that it was messy but the lack of decor and reason gave it away.
Tom gave a nervous chuckle, “Yeah, mum found it and I thought why the hell not.” He walked towards his kitchen, “Want a beer? I was actually going to move to Los Angeles.”
[Y/N] gave him a dazzling smile, the kind of smile that would cause him to lose his train of thought if he were to be in the middle of a conversation with someone else. “You know I do.” Following him, she thanked him when he gave her a bottle. “And that would have been easier than a ten hour flight. We could meet in less than two hours by plane.”
Sipping on his own, he smiled. “I know but London’s my home, you know? Speaking of which how are you liking London?” Tom was ecstatic that she was finally done with her ninety-four day tour. And he was especially happy that she decided to fly out to London to give it a chance. He had talked it up so much and [Y/N] had only spent a few days in it during her tour that she wanted to experience it more. So, she enlisted in the best tour guide there was.
Shrugging, she took a sip. “It’s alright.” Flashing him another one of those smiles, she followed him to his couch. Taking a seat on the opposite end, she pivoted towards him. “But, I can see the appeal.”
Tom pretended to feel offended, “London is the best, way better than your San Francisco.”
“We will see about that.” She laughed.
Tom was about to respond but received multiple text messages. Reaching into his pocket, he juggled his beer and his phone. Opening the texts, he internally groaned at them. Just before they had gone to his apartment, he had stopped by his parents home to introduce [Y/N], really to Tessa, but also his family. They ended up staying for dinner even though he had tried to stress that he was going to take [Y/N] to his favorite pub.
[Y/N] quirked a brow, “You okay? Look like you’re reading something bad.”
Tom gave a nervous chuckle, “What? Oh, no. Nothing bad.” Shoving his phone back into his pocket, he shook his head, “It’s nothing, not bad. Uh, just my family texting me…about you, that’s all.”
Smirking, “About me? Should I run for the hills?” [Y/N] wouldn’t deny that how she was portrayed in the media was a wild child. If she was on the outside looking at herself, she’d be a little weary. But, she always held herself to be respectful and kind.
He shook his head, laughing. Looking at his beer bottle, he sighed. “Actually, no. Quite the opposite.”
This time, her brow quirked in curiosity. “The opposite? Most people think I’m reckless.”
Sucking in air, he debated if he should reveal what the messages were saying. Tilting his head back and forth, he just went for it. “Nah, my mum really likes you. I think she likes that you’re determined and spontaneous.” Looking back down at his bottle, he started to peel the label. “She told me that I should take you on a date…..”
“A date, hm?” [Y/N] murmured with a bit of humor in her words.
“Yeah,” he chuckled. “And dad agrees.”
Sipping on her beer some more, she chuckled. “The dreaded what are we to each other conversation hasn’t even come up and I’m already pre-approved.” She winked. [Y/N] wouldn’t lie about it but she did find Tom to be rather desirable. Far from the kind that she usually gravitated towards, usually the bad boys that used her. [Y/N] had a thing for bad boys, accents, and brains. Tom wasn’t necessarily a bad boy but he was an actor, it wouldn’t surprise her to find him in that kind of role eventually and her to go crazy. But, he had an accent and from what she had learned from their friendship was that he was incredibly smart as well.
“That’s rare, you know.” Tom pointed out. “Usually my parents find at least one thing that they don’t like about the girls I’ve brought home.”
“Give them time, I’m a book of flaws.” She muttered.
“I don’t know,” Tom answered, “You’re pretty popular out here in London. It wouldn’t surprise me in the least bit if my parents knew all about you.”
“Yikes.” [Y/N] chuckled. Bringing the bottle to her lips, she shrugged. “Although, dating you wouldn’t be bad.”
This surprised him, “What?”
“Come on, Tom.” She breathed, giving him a smirk. “You’re hot.” She laughed at his facial expression “But let’s be honest, you couldn’t handle me.”
He rose a brow, “You don’t think I can handle you? I spent four nights in a row drinking myself into oblivion with you.”
“Oh, Tom.” She sighed, shaking her head. “That’s not what I meant.” Pursing her lips, [Y/N] thought about if she should go into detail. Running her tongue over her teeth, she leaned forward. “What I mean is that, I’m a very intimate person.” Tilting her head, she smirked a little. “Out in public, I might be a little out of control but typically reserved but behind close doors,” leaning back, she snickered. “it’s a whole different world. That is what you couldn’t handle.”
Tom could feel his insides burning at the thought of what she could be like behind closed doors. Deciding to be a little brave, he shot back with, “How do you know if you haven’t tried?”
“A little bold, aren’t we?” She commented.
He shrugged, “You said I couldn’t handle you but I think you’re wrong.”
“Wrong, huh?” She mused. Taking another swig of her beer, “Alright.” She set down the bottle on his side table before climbing over and sitting in his lap.
“Wha? What are you doing?” Tom stammered.
Smirking a smirk that sent chills down his back, she leaned forward. “I’m about to prove you wrong.” Without giving Tom a second to register what she meant, she pressed her lips against his. Rocking forward, she nipped his lips before he finally kissed back. It didn’t take long for the heat to build up in their bodies.
Her nails were digging into his shoulders while his were digging into her hips. Tom had never felt a kiss be so exhilarating before. It was a different kind of feeling that he had never felt and it was already too late because he was addicted. A feeling of a grand euphoria pouring out of her lips and into his. He’d bet that kissing [Y/N] was just like taking ecstasy all night.
Pulling from him, she nipped down his neck and all over his collarbone before going back to where it started. Kissing him for a few more seconds, she chuckled against his lips and pulled away completely. She tore herself away from him and stood up. Walking back to where her beer sat, she snatched it up and took a good swig. “I’ll admit, Holland. I’m a bit impressed by your kissing skills. Who have you been snogging?”
Tom gave her an amused look, “Ha, ha.” He was still in a bit of a high to really concentrate on scolding her for mocking him. Shaking his head, he tried to clear his fuzzy thoughts. Running a hand over his hair, he muttered out, “Bloody Hell.”
Plopping down next to him, she leaned her head back. “Too much?”
Tom rubbed his jaw, glancing over at her. “Not enough, actually.”
She gave a loose laugh, quirking a brow. “I’m warning you.” Sitting up straight, she looked at him sincerely. “You do not want to get involved with me.”
“I think I do.” Tom whispered, staring into her eyes. Getting lost in them, wondering what kind of things they’d get themselves into. He wasn’t nervous like he had been with his previous girl friends. Something about [Y/N] was calming with a bit of lust for adventure.
[Y/N] shook her head, “You really don’t. I’m a mess, Tom. I’m indecisive, a work-a-holic, impulsive, irresponsible, irrational, and slightly neurotic.” She smiled lightly, shaking her head again. “Those aren’t good qualities to have to be worthy of your affection.”
Tom smiled sincerely, turning, he brought his hands to her face, cradling her worried expression in his hands. “When I’m with you, I feel like I can take over the world. All my insecurities and everything I’ve ever thought badly of myself just disappears. I don’t care if you’re indecisive, impulsive, or irrational. That just makes you, you. And I’m a work-a-holic too, I love my job. Acting is something I want to do forever. And the whole neurotic thing? Well, that can be easily medicated.” Tom smirked, winking after his medicated joke.
She laughed, “You are insane to justify my bad traits.”
Tom dropped his hands and pressed his lips together. “I like you, [Y/N]. I do. Life with you sounds great, amazing actually. You’re saying no without giving it a chance.”
[Y/N] grabbed his hand, “Because I’m trying to spare you from my crazy, chaotic life.”
“I don’t need sparing, love. I can handle my own. I promise.”
[Y/N] stared at him for a few minutes, pressing her lips together as well. She couldn’t lie that the connection she had with the Brit was amazing, she missed being with him during her crazy tour days. [Y/N] spent her nights singing, dancing, and drinking. And every single time, she’d have a moment of clarity and miss the one person she told herself not to catch feelings for.
She lived a fast paced life, it was what she always wanted. [Y/N] wasn’t sure if she had room for a relationship. But, it didn’t mean she didn’t crave it. She wanted both. She wanted him. Sucking in air, she set down her beer, “Fine.”
“Fine?” Tom questioned.
Nodding, “Yup. Fine.” She smirked, “You don’t want to heed my warning, Tom. Then okay. Buckle up, love. Loving me will be one hell of a joyride.” Moving in close, she grabbed his chin and crashed her lips against his. Enjoying the moment and relishing that for once aside from pursuing her dream that making this decision would be the best one yet. Pulling apart just long enough for her to whisper against his lips, “Because there’s nothing holding me back.”
prompt: ‘Flower shop AU Prompt: Person A owns a flower shop and person B comes storming in one day, slaps 20 bucks on the counter and says ‘How do I passive-aggressively say fuck you in flower?’for @treehousesandpoohbears
word count: 1783
Bellamy Blake, small town florist, is used to sharing in the big moments of his customers’ lives. He’s seen them through everything from first date jitters to the stages of grief. But this–Clarke Griffin storming into his shop, furious, asking for a hate bouquet–is still something of a surprise.
Two weeks ago, at the Bi-Monthly Downtown Arkadia Small Business Association meeting, Luna, from the nature store on the corner, looked at him very seriously, took his hands in hers, and told him that he had been a warrior in another life. “A brave warrior-king,” she said.
Yeah, okay. Maybe in another life.
In this life, Bellamy’s just a guy who knows a ton about flowers.
Because he knows flowers, and because Arkadia is the sort of small hamlet where people greet each other by name on the street, Bellamy also knows everyone’s business. He knows about every engagement, wedding, baby shower, and funeral. He knows which high school kids are going to prom together. He keeps records on his more forgetful customers’ anniversaries. And when someone screws up and actually feels bad about it, Bellamy knows about that, too, because nothing says I’m sorry like a purple hyacinth bouquet.
The people who come into his little shop are sometimes ecstatic, sometimes despondent, often nervous. They’re not usually angry, though. Even less often are they absolutely furious. So when Clarke Griffin stomps in, shoving the door open so roughly that even the friendly tinkle of the welcome bell sounds agitated, slams a twenty down on the countertop, and asks, “How I do passively-aggressively say fuck you in flower?” it’s a bit of a surprise.
He stares at her for a long moment, and pauses in arranging the daisies in Harper McIntyre’s get-well-soon bouquet. “It sounds to me like you want to aggressively say 'fuck you’ in flower."
I’m beginning to feel a bit irritated from all the recent comments from especially international fans. Season 4 is being criticised for lacking focus, a negative representation of Islam (because Sana makes mistakes) and Isak’s speech last week is being bashed for challenging Sana’s world view.
Admitted, there has been a lot of subplots going on, and yes everything moved really slow the first couple of weeks. But it felt exactly the same way in some parts of season 3, we have just forgotten that by now. There were almost 3 weeks where we barely saw Even at all and some people thought that he wasn’t going to be reintroduced and play a part later on. And every time there was a clip which didn’t have Isak and Even in it, we complained about it.
But the many subplots and what on the surface seems like a loose focus probably just emphasises what Sana feels. And the confusion we feel also mirrors the confusion Sana feels about her life, who she is, and who she wants to be as a person.
And I love the fact that Julie Andem isn’t afraid of letting the Muslim be the one who makes the biggest mistake of them all. The Instagram account. When the season began a lot of people also voiced their concern about how Julie Andem shouldn’t let Sana become a lecturing saint. She hasn’t done that and now that is being criticised too. It’s incredibly difficult to be Julie Andem.
Yes, Sana is a Muslim but she is also a teenage girl with lots of feelings and a lot of emotional baggage from the time before Nissen which she has chosen to hide from the other girls for 2 years. The girls have never seen beyond the hijab nor her façade and neither have we, the viewers. We have seen a tough girl, who always have had the answer and we have rooted for her exactly because she is badass. But Isak is right when he says she is a bossy bitch who often has been quite coarse. We just haven’t acknowledged because we thought it was so nice to see a Muslim girl who didn’t have the stereotypical oppressed girl role.
As with the other seasons, there are viewers who are being schooled on the main topic. This time Islam. Let’s be happy about that. And in this season the Muslim girl just happens to have a lot of issues and might be a little bit less cool than we initially thought.
And now she has fucked up big time! We now know about how she was bullied before high school, but the girls on Nissen don’t know anything about that yet! And when Julie Andem chooses to stir up a hornets’ nest and let Sana fail and make mistakes, then she emphasises the fact that Sana is a teenager – a human being – on par with the other characters as well as us, the viewers. She is neither more or less from being a Muslim, the fact that she is a Muslim has quite so nothing to do with her mistakes.
Like with the previous main characters, Sana has to learn that people need people. She has to learn that islands need bridges. She has to learn to use words to communicate with, and that you get far by being kind. And she is already on her way.
And remember the enormous cultural gaps within the Skam fandom. Skam is incredibly Scandinavian in all of its aspects. Scandinavian sexual morality is for example very different from how you would portray things in the US. Same goes with discussions about racism. It has become a fact that Skam now is being watched all over the world. Skam is not politically correct. Skam was not made to please all nationalities, sexualities, religions etc. It was made for 16 years old Norwegian girls. The rest of us are just fellow viewers. When watching with unofficial subtitles things can get further lost in translation. Everything that is being addressed in Skam is not directly translatable to contexts from outside the Scandinavian countries. Or the themes are, but how they are being addressed and portrayed is very Scandinavian, please just remember that.
Prompt: Trimberly - jealous Kim and maybe a little bit of angst
You got it!
New kid. Tall. Brunette. Green eyed (appropriately). Surprisingly Popular (suspicious - no new kid had a right to be popular). Green Ranger (very suspicious). Tomboy. Straight-A Student (so why detention??? Also suspicious).
And the absolute bane of Kimberly Hart’s existence.
The moment Tommy had arrived in detention, Kim had smelled trouble. Because not only was Tommy gorgeous, not only was Tommy funny, and athletic, and intelligent.
Not only was Tommy Oliver basically perfect in the cut-throat adolescent world of High School, but Tommy Oliver was charming. Kim hated charming people. She especially hated them right now. Because right now, Tommy fucking Oliver was flirting with Trini. What’s worse? Trini was giggling. And blushing.
And Kim couldn’t do a fucking thing about it.
She’d been flirting (haha see what she did there? Pathetic) with the idea of asking Trini out for months. And really, who wouldn’t? Trini was damn near perfect. She was kind and intelligent and funny and absolutely gorgeous.
And she was far too good for Kimberly Hart.
She was too good for the ex-cheerleader who was this close to being labeled a sex offender. She was too good for the girl who got so defensive over her own actions, she punched her ex-sort-of-not-really-boyfriend so hard without powers that he’d lost a tooth. She was too good for the girl who was so emotionally stunted she’d kept them all from morphing until Billy had died.
So no, Kim wasn’t good enough for Trini. But she wasn’t positive Tommy Oliver was either.
“You trying out your laser vision again, princess?”
Zach’s amused drawl broke through her staring contest with the back of Tommy’s head.
“Huh? We don’t have laser vision, doofus.”
“Well you’re definitely trying to melt the back of poor Tommy’s head. What did she ever do to you, huh?”
Kim glanced away just as Tommy shifted to reveal a surprisingly bashful Trini.
Kim sighed. Sometimes she thought the only one in their group who didn’t know about her pathetic crush on the Yellow Ranger was Trini herself.
“Yeah.” What else was there to say? She didn’t have a chance with Trini, she knew that. And Tommy really was a good sort. Mostly. And hey if she could make Trini smile like that, who was Kim to get in the way? No one, that’s who.
She feels Zach’s gaze on her, but she refuses to look up. She doesn’t want to see the pity in his eyes. She doesn’t see the thoughtfulness in his gaze, or the way his eyes flick between Trini’s furtive looks in Kim’s direction, and Kim’s hunched shoulders.
Trini slid next to Zach in their English class with and grunted out some form of greeting as she rested her head on top of her folded arms. She had a massive headache and really just wanted to do some yoga on her rock. She was not looking forward to debating Shakespeare for the umpteenth time this year with a bunch of pimply hormonal teens.
“’Sup, Crazy Girl.”
“Got a headache?”
“Got anything to do with a certain green friend of ours?”
Head tilt, murderous glare.
Students were settling into their seats as the teacher wrote their assignments on the board, and told them to choose partners to go over the next Act of Hamlet. Zach payed the rest of them no mind.
“Funny thing, I think Kim’s got a headache for the same exact reason.”
“Oh, it speaks!”
“Shut up idiot.”
“Ouch. Words hurt, you know”
“You don’t have enough brain cells to be offended by my awesome snark.”
“Damn, fine. I won’t tell you what Kim said earlier when Tommy was all over you.”
“What the fuck, Zach.”
Zach buried his nose in Shakespeare and ignored Trini’s glare. Finally, she rolled her eyes.
“Fine, o amazing Black Ranger. I only insult your awesomeness because I cannot even dream to match it. Alright? Just tell me already!”
Zach smirked. “Someone’s eager. And just how much Shakespeare have you been reading, Trinity?”
She kicked his shin under the table, hard.
“Call me Trinity again and you’ll wish Rita was back.”
“Ok, ok, jesus, leave my bones intact, Crazy Girl! I probably shouldn’t be telling you this, but - and I say this with all possibly love - but damn girl you’re oblivious. Even Jason figured it out, and you know that’s saying something.”
“Figured what out?” Trini was getting more confused by the second, and it wasn’t helping her headache in the slightest. If Zach didn’t get to his point soon, she’d punch him and deal with going to the principal’s office happily.
“Kim’s got a gigantic gay crush on you, Trini.”
Trini blinked. “Huh?”
It was Zach’s turn to roll his eyes.
“Girl, the only thing that even comes close to your crush on Kim, is her crush on you. We both know Tommy just likes to flirt - especially with you, because you blush so easily when a pretty girl is paying attention to you -”
Trini kicked his shin again with a hissed “Hey!”
“ - Ow! What? It’s the truth! Anyway, I don’t think Kim’s realized that Tommy’s flirting is harmless when it comes to you. I mean hey we all know she’s got the hots for the hottest member of the team. Moi.”
Another kick. “Ow! I’m going to the police. This abuse is just unwarranted.”
“Zach, for fucks sake, please get to the point.”
“I thought I had? What’s that glare for? You need me to spell it out? Kim. Was. Jealous. Kim. Likes. You. Idiot. No accounting for taste, but - HEY!”
“Zach, Trini, is there something you’d like to share with the class?”
“No, Ms. Morris we were just, uh, having a disagreement over the meaning of a passage.”
Watching Zachary Kwan trying to appear innocent was not a pretty sight, but luckily, their teacher just rolled her eyes and moved on.
“What did I say about the kicking?? Jeez. And here I am, trying to help you out. Some friend you are.”
“Aww poor wittle baby. Suck it up, bitch.”
Trini was quiet for a moment, thinking.
“You’re not pulling my leg? Kim’s really into me?”
“Dude you’re like, Wynonna Earp level oblivious.”
“I don’t know whether to take that as an insult or a compliment.”
“Definitely an insult.”
Tommy’s next flirting target two days later, ironically, was Kim.
Their training session for the day had ended, and they were all relaxing and nursing various bruises and scrapes under the coolness coming from the lake above the pit. Trini, observing Tommy’s flirting process, personally thought that the award for Wynonna Earp obliviousness should go to Kim, who hadn’t realized yet that Tommy had been flirting with her for the past half hour.
Trini had conducted her own experiments over the past two days to see if Zach was just insane or if his claim held any merit. She’d found, to her surprise, that he might, in fact, in some weird twist of fate, be right, and she’d been trying all morning to come up with a way to ask her fellow ranger out.
And then Tommy had butted in, and Zach had been smirking at her for the past half hour, and winking every time Tommy said something even remotely suggestive. Now, glancing from Kim to Zach one more time, he waggled his eyebrows and tilted his head in a clear dare. Trini Alverado was not one to ever back down from a dare.
Taking a fortifying breath, she left her perch atop one of the rocks in the pit and stalked over to Kim and Tommy. Kim brightened at the sight of her, giving Trini butterflies, and Tommy’s eyes took on a mischievous gleam.
“Hey, Tommy. Kim, I’m really sorry about this.”
Kim looked confused, and Tommy looked amused.
“For what?” They voiced the query at the same time.
Taking another breath, Trini grabbed Kim’s wrist and pulled the taller girl down so she could press her lips to Kim’s.
She could hear Zach’s whoop of laughter, Billy’s clapping, and Jason’s cheering in the background as she felt Kim’s startled exhale of breath against her face. A tentative hand threaded itself through her hair as she felt Kim move closer to her, press more firmly into her lips, and heard Tommy’s quiet chuckle next to them.
She pulled away from Kim, a small smirk on her lips and took a few steps backwards.
“We should do that again some time, if you’re interested.”
With a thrust from her legs, she propelled herself through the lake, hoping Kim wouldn’t be too far behind.
My mum died yesterday of a really shitty form of cancer. This post is not to get sympathy, this post is to tell you how awesome and amazing she was.
She was not famous, she didn’t have a important job or save the world. My mum was far better than that.
She was kind and gave her time to everyone who needed an ear or a shoulder.
I won’t give you a great long life story of her hardships, and there were hardships because that’s not the point I’m trying to make.
This is the point, my mum was kind to everyone and she smiled. She didn’t judge by colour creed, races, gender or sexual orientation. She judge you by the way you treated others and she treated all others with respect and love.
She listened to me and my siblings and many many others who came across her for hours. She gave her family the opportunity to grow and know that love and kindness are the way forward.
Life is not about money and stuff and how big your house and cars are. It’s about how you treat the world and those in it, It’s about being positive and helping when you can.
That smile and kind word you say to someone today can touch someone more than you know and just get them over a hard time. and my mum was a star at that.
And that’s what I want to say, be more like my mum please people, at work, on line or at home.
vampire!jjk x reader. fluff. 3.3k words. i should start writing someone else other than jungkook tbh.
Sadly, Jungkook isn’t aware of how attractive he looks.
Jungkook first caught whiff of her through the steam of the hot chocolate that burns his tongue.
He remembers it tasting so much sweeter. He remembers her back to him. He remembers the graceful glide of her pen on blank paper. He remembers the ding of the bell every time a customer enters.
It’s his first time sitting down in the restaurant, a secret sanctuary for blood thirsty fellow like him which he found out through Taehyung. He feels much more rejuvenated knowing he can ask for drops of blood on his drink without anyone shooting him weird looks.
Jungkook takes another sip, blowing a sigh to the cup on his lips as he swallow. He looks around him, the tables covered in satin white which people occupy, the clinking of cups and plates as some moves them. He wonders just how many of these people here are like him.
A/N - The preferences are gonna be connected with each other. So if you wanna understand what I’m talking about, you gotta read the previous ones. And sorry, they’re long lol.
He wasn’t certain up to a point where he felt the fear of losing her over someone. He has always been oblivious of such feelings, although he felt something for a certain Ravenclaw, he didn’t know whether it was love. His feelings in such a case was very visible to everyone, and Y/N like everyone, definitely noticed it. She waited for him to notice her for a very long time and eventually gave up and in the Fifth Year he finally noticed her but it was still very clear how he felt for Cho and after Cedric’s death, how they bonded. Over the course of time Harry failed to realize her contribution and love for their friendship, for him.
So once again, Y/N gave her hopes up and decided to move on, and being on the fifth year, she sure did receive some proposals when Harry wasn’t around, or in other words, was spending time with Cho. She didn’t think twice about this but she knew it was time she did something for herself.
As expected, Y/N soon got a boyfriend who was in the Quidditch team, loving but a bit loose when it came to how to be in front of certain people. She spent a lot of time with him and Harry didn’t fail to notice that. Only then he realized something big was missing from his life, how she was always there for him. He felt a strange urge to choke him to death whenever her so-called boyfriend was around her. When confronted about why he acted so strange around him, he realized his feeling of jealousy. Hermione was ofcourse very much aware of that and made him see what he really wanted.
Bonus - He imagined himself kissing Y/N and in a way understood his love for her. (Lol sorry for the way it ended. I didn’t know how to say he was in love sorry.)
His love for Y/N was definitely something unique. Starting from his family’s reputation to carrying on the ‘date a pureblood Slytherin’ rule, he didn’t get much time to think about this but he surely observed the difference of his behavior in front of, let’s say everyone else, and when he was with her. When he noticed this, he realized had feelings for her and he knew it very well. But was conflicted to talk about it since he has to keep secrets about his family and in no way Y/N will like about his family’s plan or rather about their doings.
It was in the fourth year that he realized it. And she tried her best to hide her feelings as well, waiting for him to ask her to Yule Ball. But her hopes were crushed when she heard Pansy giggle in excitement that Draco asked her. Although she had deep feelings for him, she had her self respect. So she accepted to go with George. He wasn’t happy about this at all, but couldn’t do anything about it.
Both knew what they wanted. But again, it’s easier said than done.
This brat is so stupid I swear to god. Even after spending so much time with Ron, Y/N couldn’t do anything except flirting (which he rarely understood and even if he did he either blushed or laughed it off) or hugging him. That’s the only kind of way she had to express her feelings, because even if she did confess to him, the love will not really be LOVE if he didn’t understand his own feelings. But Ron being Ron, didn’t understand the body language and was stupid as ever. He was never the kind of guy who would understand these little things. It took time, it did, but eventually he realized his love for her, and she knew he would, like everyone did. He realized he actually adored those things that he thought annoyed him the most, and that wasn’t irritating at all. It was like a daily routine that made him complete. And it was definitely in the Second Wizarding War when he realized she did not have the mindset to annoy him anymore, everything seemed confusing, painful and lost to her.
He knew it. Spending time with Y/N was always fun and she made sure that all the pranks they played were flawless, or atleast she tried. And when Lee Jordan asked them why they didn’t flirt with her, George just laughed and said, “I never saw her that way really.” Meanwhile Fred just sat there confused as to why he didn’t flirt. It wasn’t also like he didn’t want to. So later to get his answers, when he tried, he realized that she was the only girl he felt hesitated to flirt with. Or rather, if I say, she wasn’t a girl who was for flirting or winking from far away. She was the kind of girl who was meant to be loved.
If you ask who George blushed around, Y/N was the right answer. After spending some time in Hogsmeade together, they stuck around each other. Not like they were always with each other but the one where whenever they passed, they made sure to do their signature handshake, which Fred found shocking, considering he never did that with him.
I know, it wasn’t anything like him, but there he stood, staring at her from the distance once again. And this time, accidentally or not, Y/N didn’t need to throw a paper ball at him in class.
Mr. Diggory was surprisingly different from what Y/N experienced before. He was not only sweet but caring too. He was surely manly and when it came to Quidditch or stuffs like that but he was so different when they were alone, um, in the library. You could say when it came to meet Y/N, his Hufflepuff traits were so visible to the people around.
Cedric was very much surprised when he realized he was head over heels over this girl, who wasn’t swooning over him. It would’ve been easier for him to impress her if she did hung around with him and flirted with him quite often. But damn, she was hard as ever. While Cedric continued struggling his way in her heart, she kept it closed, keeping in mind her first encounter with Diggory.
Oliver was not very surprised to realize his love for Y/N, because both of them knew they have something for each other. But the whole school was extremely taken aback when they really saw what was actually happening. Their feelings grew strong day by day, after they started talking with each other for the Quidditch team selection. Wood realized his love for her when he once caught his 'competitive friend’ secretly taking lessons and concentrating more on her flying skills, giving her best in this. At first he did misunderstand her by thinking that she was very desperate to prove herself better than him. He tried his best to ignore her for the following days.
But oneday, he saw her struggling to keep herself on her broomstick and heard her say, “Oh, I’m doing this for Wood. I mean, being his friend the least I could do to keep his reputation is improving my flying skills. He is obviously embarrassed.”
He felt very guilty to think so wrong of her.
“You don’t need to force yourself into something you’re not in order to be my friend.” He yelled, coming out of his hiding spot, “Everyone has their weaknesses." Like you’re mine.
A/N: Heyyy guys long time no see? Yes, writing this latest chapter was like wresting a rattlesnake while balancing a few ceramic plates on top of my head, but here it is! Plus I already started working on the new one, so hopefully it’ll be out relatively soon. In the meantime, enjoy this small detour before the plot rears its ugly head again.
Dipper tore his eyes away from the book he was reading to stare at Wendy in mute horror. She was glancing from the corner of her eye at Bill, who had taken the opportunity to rearrange all the snow globes on the shelves as a petty way to spite Grunkle Stan. Why they even let Bill into the gift shop was anyone’s guess. So far, all he managed to do was to scare away customers and give everyone a headache. No one recognized him so far, which was a good thing, but most of these people were just passing through the town anyway, and had no idea about the disaster that took place last summer.
Wendy had just come back from a hiking vacation with her family, and since nobody expected her to be back so soon, they had no idea what to do with Bill. Dipper assumed they would have to tell her eventually, seeing how she was a regular employee, and was definitely smart enough to connect the dots by herself at some point. Better to warn her ahead of time than to wait until she dragged in an exorcist or something. Not that Dipper though it would work. At all.
But Hearing his past crush call the devil in disguise “cute” was something vaguely traumatic. And it showed, because Wendy suddenly looked concerned. “Hey Dipper, are you okay? You look like you’ve just seen Stan in his underwear again.”
AN: Happy birthday @papalogia! You said you wanted a Wendy/Laxus brotp, so here’s a blind stab at one lmao. Hopefully there will be more to come!
Laxus stares at her in absolute horror, his eyes going wide
and his mouth dropping open in shock. “You want me to what?” he sputters. He
blinks rapidly at Lucy, watching as his cousin rolls her eyes as she dabs at
her fresh coat of lipstick, carefully preventing a smudge.
“It’s called babysitting, Laxus!” she says with false cheer,
sarcasm heavy on her tongue. She glances at him from the mirror, frowning when
she watches him roll over on her bed, messing up her sheets. “You know, it’s
when you, an adult, takes care of a child that isn’t your own,” she reminds
him, ignoring his grumbling as she turns back to her reflection, finishing up
her make-up with practiced ease.
He snarls at her unamused with her quips. “I know what
babysitting is, Lucy,” he growls, eyes narrowing though she can’t see it. He
glances down at her pretty dress and sandals, nose wrinkling when he remembers
why he’s here. “But why am I doing it?”
He’s not a qualified babysitter. Terrible things happen when he’s put in charge
of small children.
Besides, they’re stinky and wet and he doesn’t like it.
Lucy finishes with her mascara, holding him in suspense for
several seconds as she takes her time. Finally, she turns to him with a savage
expression, smile absolutely wicked. She looks like the devil with her red
dress and equally red lips. His skin crawls when his baby cousin bats her eyes
at him. “Because it’s date night, you’re lonely and single, and you owe me a
favor,” she reminds him, eyes feral.
Scoffing, Laxus crosses his arms over his chest, glaring
right back at her. He’s totally not pouting. Not even a little bit. “I’m not
lonely,” he argues, sounding very lonely. Well, maybe his is a bit lonely,
considering his only friends went to Spain without him, his (now ex) girlfriend
Cana dumped him at a party, kissed Lucy, then hooked up Kagura. Granted, they
weren’t working out anyway, but it still hurt his pride.
Also, it’s kind of Friday night and he had nothing better to
do than help his cousin get ready for her date.
Honestly, he doesn’t know why he’s here. He doesn’t even like Natsu all that
much. Though, that may have more to do with Laxus once walking in on them
severely under-dressed with hands in places they should not have been (granted,
Lucy seemed to be taking the lead in that instance, but Laxus really didn’t
need that image scarring his brain).
She quirks a disbelieving brow. “I found you drunk and
singing show tunes in your bathtub on Wednesday,” she says blankly, no emotion
at all. Her eyes say ‘I’m disappointed, Laxus’ but her frown says ‘shut the
fuck up and stop arguing with me, Laxus,’ and Laxus is, frankly, rather
offended. He’s the adult here! Actually, they’re both adults. He’s the adulter adult,
Point is, he’s older, so Lucy can piss off.
As if sensing his thoughts, she sends him the nastiest look
imaginable, making his resolve cave instantly. He really doesn’t feel like
“Reason I shouldn’t babysit,” he manages to force out, not wanting
to give into his cousin’s demands. It’s a last ditch effort, but he has to try.
“I’m an irresponsible drunk,” he tells her.
She rolls her eyes, turning her back to him and slipping on
her shoes. “You’re doing it.” Lucy blatantly ignores him as she leaves the
room, heading for the living room to wait.
“New York 2014!” she calls back at him, Laxus’ eyes blown
wide with horror when he bolts out of the room behind her, sputtering. The door
smacks against the wall loudly. “I’ll tell Gramps what you did,” Lucy threatens
He narrows his eyes, trying to pretend he isn’t almost
shitting himself. “You wouldn’t,” he says slowly, eyeing her wearily.
“Try me,” she dares. Before Laxus can protest, there’s a
knock on the door. Lucy brightens immediately, lips twisting into a smile as
she gives a little hop. “Guess who’s here!” she sings, practically skipping
towards the door.
He pouts, glaring. “I fucking hate you.”
“Love you too, Laxus,” she coos back at him, tossing him as
smile as she heads for the door. “Now, stop acting like a child,” she snaps,
far less kind than she was previously. “Or continue, you’ll probably get along
well with Wendy.” It’s a joke, but he doesn’t laugh.
“I’m going to punch your stupid boyfriend in the face.”
“Laxus, honey, if you ruin this date for me, I’ll kill you.”
He believes her.
Lucy wrenches the door open, inviting in her boyfriend and
his younger sister with open arms. Wendy throws her arms around her in a quick
hug before the girl slips into the room. Natsu follows close behind, an arm
curling around Lucy’s back. The man pulls Lucy close to his chest, Laxus
blanching when he hears his cousin giggle. Natsu starts to lean down for a quick
kiss, but freezes in terror when he notices Laxus glaring at him.
“What’s he doing here?” Natsu whispers, just loud enough for
Laxus to hear and glare harder. Natsu glares right back, evidently still not
forgiving him for walking in on them that one time. Or maybe he’s still mad
about the swirly Laxus gave him in high school.
Maybe he should apologize for that?
Lucy cups Natsu’s face, snagging a chase kiss. Laxus
pretends to gag, though Lucy simply ignores him. “He,” Lucy tells Natsu, and
Wendy, but the girl doesn’t seem to care one way or another. “Is going to be
watching Wendy.” The girl perks up at the sound of her name, but casts Laxus a
weary look, eyes narrowed in thought.
Natsu glances at him, nose wrinkling. “Is that safe?” he
Laxus resents that.
“I promise, she’ll be fine,” Lucy reassures, stroking his
cheeks with her thumbs. It’s sweet and makes Laxus want to puke, but he
refrains from making stupid faces this time. “Laxus is an asshole,” she ignores
her cousin’s disgruntled ‘hey!’, “but he’s responsible. He used to babysit me
all the time!”
Natsu only pales. “Yeah, and you fell out of a tree!”
They bicker for a long moment, Laxus not paying any
attention to them, too busy wondering how he got into this mess. He doesn’t
hear them lay out rules for him, or promise to be back by eleven. He doesn’t
hear them call out a goodbye, or hear the door click shut.
No, what draws him out of his thoughts is a tiny hand
pulling at the hem of his shirt, Wendy blinking up at him slowly.
Laxus swallows, rubbing the back of his head awkwardly,
unsure what to do. “So,” he starts, trying for a smile. “Do you like dolls and
The first time Chloe stayed after school to study in the library, she found Marinette sleeping over her books at a study table near the windows.
Lycée turned out to be a lot harder than Chloe had thought, and trying to keep up with all of her homework without getting frustrated and forgoing it completely was almost impossible. It led to her bringing in half-finished homework assignments or not bringing in any assignments at all since it happened that Sabrina wasn’t in any of her classes this year. Her teachers packed her up with review sheets and extra homework every single day, and she had to use the hour study sessions at the end of every day to finish up all her work before she went home. It was absolutely deplorable stuff, but even her father was putting his foot down about it, which meant she really had no choice this time around.
She was dragging her feet to the library and looking for a seat when she found Marinette at a study table all by herself.
Chloe raised a brow. She didn’t really see Marinette much anymore. They were on completely different bac tracks and they were in completely different classes for any subjects they did share. She did occasionally see Marinette in the halls as they walked to their respective classes, but putting in the energy to mess with her was a lot harder now. It wasn’t the same now that they barely saw each other.
But, apparently Marinette also stayed for the study blocks after school. And apparently she wasn’t faring too well.
Chloe put her books on a chair two down from where Marinette was sitting. She was passed out on top of her tablet, and her right hand was still clutching the pen she was using to mark up the book they must have been reading for her French Literature class. Chloe reached over to check the page they were on and realized that Marinette was almost as far behind in the book as Chloe was.
Huh. And she always thought that Marinette was a studious little thing.
If Marinette was here, it was probably because she needed to be, and Chloe had far too much studying to get done to even bother with being petty. She poked Marinette in the forehead until she jerked up in her chair and rubbed at the cheek that was pressed against her tablet. She turned her head and groggily blinked up at Chloe. “What are you doing here?”
“Same as you probably,” Chloe replied. She shoved Marinette’s book closer to her. “Come on. I don’t need your snoring distracting me.”
Pairing: Philip x Reader (Jefferson’s daughter) Warnings: just cute Philip, and very casual swearing probably Word Count: 1,572 Request/Summany: Spicy Mustard jokes from Philip Hamilton used as a diss, but then during Jefferson’s speech, turns it into a pick up line on you, the eldest Jefferson daughter For: @ask-thomass-jefferson and @ask-liza-schuyler and @hamillspam Extra: Anthony had his last show last night and I couldn’t resists this after I saw this starter for a dash rp. It was too good to resist. I’m still laughing.. spicy mustard. This is also @ask-thomass-jefferson ‘s fault. He started this monstrosity.
You weren’t very happy, mostly because of your father’s unhappiness at who they were placed at a table with at the Congressional banquet. You had sat down next to your father at a table with the Hamiltons. Your father had always had a large distaste for the family. The mother, Eliza Hamilton, seemed to be kind enough. She was gentle and loving, and made you miss your own mother. But the large freckle of a child that was a year older than you was nothing but a slight annoyance. He never took anything seriously. Nothing. It had gotten on your last nerve the last time you were seated with the Hamilton family. He was cute in his own charming way, sure, but he still was nothing but much of annoyance to you. Sometimes he had his moments that made you question your opinion, but for now it was on the wall between annoyance and hold my hand in the odd school child kind of way.
Your father and Mr. Hamilton exchanged a business-like handshake, both clearly not in the mood for the other. We would have to sit with them all night, and neither me nor my father were ready for the harassment from Hamilton. You couldn’t help but catch Philip’s eye, the smirk on his face growing wider by the second. You very openly held your hand out to Mrs. Hamilton. She gave you a large smile.
“We don’t hand shake, my dear. Hugs all around,” she said softly, pulling you into a gentle hug. You couldn’t help but smile at the contact. Eliza was by far your favorite Hamilton. She was beyond kind and mannerly. You hugged her back gently before looking at Philip, your smile instantly fading.
“Where’s my hug, y/n?,” he asked, clearly joking, but there was a hint of how much of a joke it wasn’t in his voice. You rolled your eyes as you held your hand out to him, expecting a small shake. His large hand gently slid into yours, but he didn’t shake it. You watched as he slowly turned your hand, leaning down as he maintained eye contact, pressing his lips to the back of your hand. Alexander Hamilton let out a slight laugh of retort as your father sat there looking unamused. His hazel eyes held yours as he pulled away slightly. This boy was everything you didn’t want, but to say he wasn’t appealing to you in a way was an outright lie. Your breath caught in your chest as he watched you. You gently pulled your hand from his, taking your seat next to your father. Everyone else got situated, and as the two children of the founding father’s, you ended up sitting next to each other at the back of the table. Naturally. It was starting to not bother you.
You two stayed quiet for the most part, listening to your fathers converse as mannerly as possible. Your father was trying hard to maintain his composure at the lude jokes that came from Hamilton’s mouth. Philip was staying quiet, more quiet than usual. He seemed to just be drawing the whole time. His dark curls fell against his freckled face as his fingers drew the outlining of an elegant bird. You couldn’t help but appreciate him when he was calm. You couldn’t help but appreciate how carefully his fingers moved against the paper. The servers had come and brought the first course to you, Philip quickly pushing his drawings out of the way. Your father wasn’t very kind to any of the servers, but Philip seemed to have been raised other wise. He apologized for himself being in the way with a soft smile. The smile pulled at the corner of his eyes causing them to wrinkle slightly.