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Reminiscence (Calum imagine)

Summary: You spend Valentine’s Day reminiscing

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: This has to be one of my favourite things that I’ve ever written :) Please pay attention to the dates and times! It begins in the present, and then there are a series of flashbacks. They’re all in chronological order for ease of reading, but please pay attention to the timings if you’re unsure!

This is for @calumsbicth and @calsdream‘s Valentines!5sos blurb night!

Originally posted by hemmoxhood96

Present day, Valentine’s Day

With a cream envelope held between your fingers, you can’t prevent the smile from spreading across your lips. A greying memory slips into your mind, your eyes fluttering to a close as you let yourself get taken away to the land of fantasies.

Valentine’s day, two years ago, 1pm

“Y/N!”

At the sound of your name, you looked up.  You were in a park, sitting on a picnic blanket. Surrounding you were hundreds of tiny daisies, scattered amongst the green grass like a sprinkling of icing sugar.

“Hmm?” You looked across the blanket to see Calum, your boyfriend, with a wide smile spread across his face.

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||❥ a moon without stars (m)

w o n w o o ! s c e n a r i o

cr. 

word count: 18, 194 [ sorry not sorry]

genre: oh my god, it’s everything. angst + smut + fluff + romance + drama lord have mercy.

includes: the tale of Y/N’s first love, jeon wonwoo, and their relationship that builds up to an unplanned pregnancy. he helps his uncle out with mechanic stuff nd works part time as a body piercer. Y/N is a florist. mature themes nd shit, cried over this more than i needed to. enjoy!! :))

✎ don’t rlly have anything 2 say other than have fun reading, the soul has been sucked out of me!! jeon wonwoo destroyed my feelings!!


He is quiet, still like a marble statue that encases ivory bone and hot scarlet. He is impassive, a heavy brow left without a single crease nor a wrinkle, the ink that churns in indolent pupils murky, yet clear with your image that reflects in similarity to a mirror. His lips are beautiful, decorated in lovely shades of rose, yet they are not curled in a signature smile that flutters a heart or preludes a giggle. That is because, above all things, the boy is gobsmacked, perhaps even a little enraged.

Therefore, Jeon Wonwoo’s lips are plain straight. No, if they were to smile, you would burst like a water balloon, sprinkling the earth in droplets of solace. But it is not solace you feel when his face finally cracks, when his eyes flare in smoky streaks that practically engulf your lungs with desolation.

There is a click in your mind, an instinct to clasp your palms to your stomach as Jeon Wonwoo points his chin toward the floor and swears. Your words are still echoing around the room, burrowing within couch cushions and empty coffee mugs. They are permanent reminders that will forever linger, steeping around your limbs and tugging softly at your clothing. They remind you that your life will never return to normal, if normal even existed to begin with, and that sometimes, life can only prevail if a mistake is there to kindle it.

He will not hurt me, you acquaint in the sealed tomb of your skull. He will not lay a finger on me even though he is confused and angry. Every syllable that ricocheted behind thick bone only amplified how your chest ached, like someone’s fist had enclosed around your heart, squeezing it while the organ beat frantically. His fingers carded in exasperation through sable black hair, a groan so deep and desponding spilling in fashion to liquor from his lips. Still, you knew he would never bruise your flesh out of anger, out of spite perhaps starting to brew. You are beautiful, and Jeon Wonwoo does not bruise beauty.

Instead, he leaves it.

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anonymous asked:

So I'm sure you saw that Niall made a dream jar to be auctioned off for charity for that BFG movie. With it he said “As a little boy, I liked the idea of floating above the trees and looking down on the world from above. Now I like the idea of having someone with me for the ride.” Could you please write a fluffy, but smutty blurb about this for me please! You're writing is the absolute best! I love reading your stuff! You'd make my life complete if you did this for me!

Valentine’s Day was never your favorite holiday.  If anything it was a holiday you just sort of got through more than anything.  You’d only had a boyfriend during Valentine’s Day once in your entire dating career and that was when you were 14.  He took you behind the gym at school, slammed a rose in your hand and then tried to kiss you in a way that resembled a wet vacuum.  So…not the most romantic thing in the world.

However, this year was different.  You’d been dating Niall for six months now.  And you’d never been happier.  Sure, he was ¼ of the biggest boy band in the world who was now going solo and that meant a few insults from his loving fans lobbed your way but he made it all worth it.  He was sweet, attentive, kind, loving and most of all when he kissed you it sent tingles to your toes and electricity to the ends of your hair.  So…far and away different from the wet vacuum.

You’d both agreed weeks ago not to do anything for Valentine’s Day.  Neither of you really appreciated the holiday to begin with.  So why bother living up to the expectations?  Besides, Niall treated you like every day was Valentine’s Day.

But then he’d created his Dream Jar to promote the movie BFG and also to benefit a couple of London charities.  To say you’d been blown away by his jar would have been the understatement of the year.  It was so…intimate.  While Niall was intimate with you in private he was never really that guy that was intimate so publicly.  It put him in a whole new light for you.

This boy.  This man.  This angel of a human being at the end of the day just wanted to ride in a hot air balloon with his love and look on the world below him.

And today, you were going to make that happen.

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Cute Headcanons : Sugawara Koushi
  • you are both of the most motherly people who have ever had to deal with a rambunctious team of volleyball players
  • ‘if lost return to sugawara’ ‘i’m sugawara’ t-shirts
  • you sit between his legs and his plaits your hair as you both complain about your days and other stuff
  • watching game of thrones together
  • he likes to lie down and rest his head on your stomach, his arms around your waist as you hum quietly to him and run your hands through his silky hair
  • showering together consists of arguing and a hell of a lot of singing
  • suga upon seeing you in cute clothes; *clutching at his heart* i think i saw and angel and i fell in love with them
  • you are the couple wearing pastel snapbacks and wide rimmed sunglasses and drinking matcha frapuchinnos outside starbucks
  • your neck is stained purple with love bites, and his back is covered in scratches
  • he does really good cat-eye eyeliner, and he does it for you
  • you have several small bottles of body glitter and he likes to pat it on your cheeks when you’re sad and press raspberries to your skin
  • cute notes tucked on the fridge and in bags and pockets
  • cups of teas and kisses that taste like spearmint — a sweet spring love that lasts forever
  • adopting cats (idk i just see him as a cat person)
  • blowing bubble gum as he rests his head on your stomach, both of you are looking at your phones
  • stolen kisses

anonymous asked:

Companions react to accidentally injuring Sole!

Okay, first react ever, so I hope you all enjoy! (: This got longer than I’d expected, sorry!

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Cait: “Shite!” The redhead exclaimed, grasping the side of the bed as she peered out over the edge. A groan that sounded suspiciously like a muffled swear was the only reply Cait got, as well as a sharp glare.The glare would’ve been more threatening if Cait had been able to see the sneer on their lips, but said expression was hid behind their two hands cupping their nose, undoubtedly trying to halt the blood-flow.

“You broke my nose!”

“I didn’t mean ta! Ya know better than ta wake me up. What were ya tryin’ ta do this early in ta mornin’ anyway?”

“… I wanted to show you a new trick I taught Dogmeat…”

At this the Irish woman broke down into laughter and Sole pouted angrily - according to Cait it was adorable, not that the redhead would ever admit that - and removed their hands to cross their arms, only to realize they’d let go of their nose and the blood had begun flowing again.

Cait’s laughter followed Sole out of the house as they fled, hoping to wake up Curie without getting punched in the face. Surprisingly enough, Curie did punch them in surprise, leaving a bruised and bloodied Sole to mope about the next day, bandage on their very swollen nose and a colorful bruise on their cheek.

Curie: “Sole? I want to try something.” Curie had Sole wrapped around her little finger, every one of the companions knew that, so of course they agreed to participate in whatever experiment the synth scientist had come up with. Curie squealed in excitement and after surprising the vault dweller with a hug and a kiss, she began preparing the procedure.

The first sign of the experiment being a bad idea had been the sheer size of the needle. But, anything to make the french woman happy. The second sign had been the faint sting spreading through Sole’s body within seconds of the strange green colored liquid entering their bloodstream. Anything to make her happy though. The third and final sign had been the intense flare of pain that knocked Sole out after three seconds of painful screams and squirming.

Okay, maybe not everything.

When they regained consciousness, it had been three whole days and the vault dweller had a group of worried companions to reassure them that they were alright. Any they were, if you didn’t look the horns they had grown and the greenish tinge their skin had gotten. Strong seemed thrilled with the change, but Nick managed to somehow explain to the super mutant that Sole was too weak to go out and smash everything in sight with their new non-existent powers.

The horns and greenish tinge faded away after the first two days, but Curie hadn’t stopped apologizing, constantly trying to show how sorry she was with small gifts, kisses and hugs. After the two hundred and seventh bundle of flowers - where did she find all those flowers anyway? - Sole sat her down and informed her that they didn’t blame her and she couldn’t possibly know what would happen if modified super mutant and deathclaw genes were introduced to the human body. After Curie had reluctantly accepted that Sole was right and breathed a sigh of relief, they had asked how she had gotten a hold of the genes, nonetheless manipulated them.

‘Same way I got zhe flowers’ she had replied and before Sole could question them, had left to make more stimpacks for the upcoming wrestling tournament where someone, for some unknown reason, had allowed Strong to participate.


Danse: Power armor was a great thing. Great for protection, great to handling heavy material and building, great for charging into battle like an angry metal bull. All in all, great. Except when it’s knocked over. When it’s knocked over, it is like that of a turtle, flailing around defenseless, unable to get up quickly. Luckily Danse was very used to the heavy armor and steady on his feet.

Most of the time.

“Soldi- Sole! Are you alright?”

Sole didn’t bother answer with anything else than a grunt, eyes scrunched together as they did their best to ignore the angry flares of pain from their arm that was squashed underneath not only themselves, but also a very heavy set of power armor with a heavy and worried man inside. The vault dweller didn’t pay attention to what he was saying, but whatever he was saying was working, since the heavy weight was lifted within seconds.

It was during a party the accident happened. A few of Sole’s other companions had thought it would be funny to knock Danse in his power armor over to see him try to get up. So MacCready, Piper, Hancock, Cait and Deacon had made it their mission to do so, all either tipsy or downright drunk. Sole wasn’t sure how they did it, but they succeeded in knocking the power armor-clad Danse backwards. What they hadn’t expected was for Sole to have been standing directly behind him, one hand holding two beers and the other raised to touch Danse’s shoulder to alert him of their return with the beverages he had requested. The bottles dropped from their hand as the power armor tipped backwards to the sound of the five companion’s drunken laughter, causing them to be in this situation.

The second the heavy weight was lifted off Sole a pair of hands reached in - Nick’s, judging by the coldness of the one metal hand - and tugged them out from beneath the deathtrap. The synth looked worriedly down at the vault dweller, his expression matching those of the companions and settlers that had noticed what had happened and formed a circle around them.

“You all right?”

“Peachy” Sole ground out, gritting their teeth as they clutched their undoubtedly broken arm, judging by the sickening bent angle. Danse shoved Nick out of the way without much guilt - the two of them had never really gotten along that well - and without a word scooped them up from the ground before they could protest. Holding them rather protectively against his chest, he shot the five companions a heated glare with the unspoken promise of consequences before stomping off towards Curie’s makeshift and rather tiny clinic. Sole didn’t comment on the abandonment of the power armor nor the crumbling expression on Danse’s face.

Several days after the accident Danse refused to wear his power armor, and on the fifth day of Danse almost getting killed because he’d forgotten he didn’t have the suit on, Sole got him to talk a late evening as they laid together in their bed, too much space between them. He admitted he felt guilty, because it had been him and his power armor that had injured them, and he didn’t know how to handle it other than try to prevent it from happening again and keeping his distance. Heart heavy and eyes filled with pity, vault dweller spent the next hour convincing Danse that it wasn’t his fault, then spent two hours trying to convince him not to hunt down MacCready, Piper, Hancock, Cait and Deacon. Afterwards they exchanged kisses, caresses and words of love before drifting off to sleep, wrapped up in each other's’ embrace.


Deacon: “Deacon? What in the remains of this messed up world are you doing?” Sole’s question startled the spy, a sound he’d later deny as being a rather girlish squeak - “A mating call, Sole. It’s how I show my love” - escaping his mouth as he spun around to look at them, eyes wide behind the sunglasses. But as always he quickly composed himself, an easy grin spreading across his face as he loosed the death hold on the object he held in his hands.

“I’m trying to figure out if a grenade - like this one - would somehow be able to blow Maxson’s jacket off without killing him. Perhaps it’d take some modification or a magic spell, but it could probably work out if- shh, I’m explaining something there. As I said, we have to give it a try. Have you seen the guy’s jacket? Jeez, if I was a girl I wou- Hey, c’mon, you can tell me how stupid the idea seems late-”

Deacon’s rambling was interrupted for the third time. This time, not with words, but with action as Sole rushed forwards, nearly tackling the spy as they wrestled the grenade from his hands. His mouth went dry and he found himself speechless for the first time since the pink deathclaw when he realized what was going on. In one hand, a small pin rested in his palm. He’d accidentally pulled the pin out of the grenade in the middle of explaining.

*BOOM*

Frantically Deacon waved his arms about to try to clear the smoke and dust from the air, expression nothing less than sheer panic. When the particles in the air cleared enough for him to see and stop coughing, his hidden gaze darted around the ruins of the house he had hid away in to ponder over the ideas that seemed so stupid now. One side of the house had collapsed and without thinking he was on his knees, digging through the rubble with enough force to bruise and scrape his hands more than necessary. The silence was choking, but his mouth was too dry to form any words, his chapped lips refusing to move more than shallow wobbles of withheld sobs.

They were dead, weren’t they? They had been holding the grenade, right? In their palms, still pre-war soft despite the months they had spent in the wasteland. The same palms that would run up and down his skin with a tenderness he hadn’t experienced since Barbara. The same palms that would grasp his firmly when his disguises wouldn’t hide the pain and trauma he had experienced. The same palms that now grasped his tense shoulders, shaking his form more than his suppressed sobs were, and-

Hang on.

Whipping his head around with the same carelessness that had caused the whole situation, he stared blankly at the hand grasping his shoulders, the shape and fine condition of the nails and fingers ghastly familiar. His watery gaze followed the arm further upwards, the blue of the vault suit making his heart beat impossibly faster. Finally Deacon’s gaze halted on Sole’s face.

“Deacon?”

At that little, hoarse whisper the spy broke, a sob fleeing from his mouth as he flung himself at Sole, arms wrapping around them and tugging them into a desperate embrace, salty tears of guilt and relief trickling down his dusty cheeks from underneath his lightly damaged sunglasses. They were here, they were alive. They hadn’t been killed because of his carelessness, his need for their attention. He hadn’t caused another death of his beloved.

“Shall we go blow Maxson’s jacket off, hm?”

And they did attempt blowing off the Elder’s jacket, but only after Deacon had - literally - dragged Sole to Curie to have their burns and that one suspiciously crooked wrist fixed. The vault dweller had sustained suspiciously little damage, but Deacon wasn’t one to complain. When Preston stopped by and asked, the spy quickly made up a story about thirty raiders and that one pink deathclaw, this time armed with a rubber duck instead of a paintbrush. Preston, having seen the pink deathclaw himself, actually believed him and Sole only felt a little bit guilty for fooling the naive man, again.

Maxson hadn’t appreciated the experiment though, especially not when the explosive only charred half of his beard and set the coat on fire - from the inside out somehow - instead of blowing it off his broad frame. But hey, the Elder had taken it off so he could put it out, so technically they blew off the jacket, right?


Dogmeat: It had happened before. Sole would return from after a mission out in the wasteland with their companion at their side. They’d cross the bridge, but before they’d reach the other side, Dogmeat would notice them and come sprinting, barking and yapping excitedly at the return of his beloved owner. As usual, Sole barely had any time to react when the dog flung himself at them, knocking them down onto the wood of the bridge and covering their face in puppy licks as he had done so many times.

Unfortunately the wood of the bridge was very old, and this time it couldn’t hold the weight of the three and the junk stuffed into the vault dweller’s bag. With several harsh snaps, the wood gave in and sent all three of them tumbling down onto the rocks underneath. Dogmeat’s added weight and the bag of junk landed harshly on to Sole and the impact and pressure proved too much, resulting in a few harsh snaps echoing through the air, the horrible sound followed by a pained groan and an apologetic whimper.

Sole spent a few weeks recovering with three broken ribs and some nasty bruising in Sanctuary under the stern supervision of Curie and Nick, and Dogmeat did everything he could to express how sorry he was. Cuddles, puppy kisses, even going as far as aggressively ‘protecting’ them from the other companions. Even dead animals and scrap were gifted, despite the vault dweller not exactly appreciating the dead creatures. But the gifts were gone when he returned, so they must’ve liked them, right?

Hancock: “Who came up with this idea?” Hancock exclaimed, nonexistent eyebrows scrunched and forehead furrowed as he stared Sole down. Now, the ghoul was usually up for anything. Ride rodeo on a brahmin? Sure! Ride a shopping cart down a steep cliff? Definitely, at least three times! Spray paint Danse’s power armor? Best idea ever!

But this? This was just stupid.

Sole was grinning wildly, clearly the one who came up with said ‘stupid’ idea. They were standing with their back pressed against a wall, a mutfruit balanced on the top of their head. Sole gestured eagerly for Hancock to go with it, and with a sigh, the mayor unstealthed his knife and twirled it around a bit in his hands. He shot the vault dweller a look that clearly asked the question of ‘are you sure?’ and could only sigh at the overly eager nod they gave, barely managing to catch the mutfruit before it slipped off. Drawing back an arm, he was just about to throw the knife when a gun K-L-E-O was showing off to a disinterested MacCready caught a glimpse of sunlight and blinded the ghoul mid-throw.

They all watched as the knife flew through the air, a completely wrong angle but in the right direction. He paled as much as a ghoul could as the knife sunk into the flesh of Sole’s right thigh, slicing through the blue material as if it was nothing. Sole and Hancock stared at each other in shock and a few drifters stopped up to stare as well. It wasn’t every day the mayor stabbed his beloved.

There was complete silence. Until the pain and realization caught up with Sole and with a strangled exclaim, they clutched their bleeding thigh, knife violently protruding from the flesh and blood quickly staining their hands. Hancock rushed over and held them up by their shoulders before they could crumble down onto the dirty pavement. The mutfruit laid abandoned on the ground next to a puddle of blood as the ghoul led them over to dr. Amari.

“You stabbed me!”

“I didn’t mean to!”

Hancock spent weeks apologizing, always looking extremely guilty when Sole couldn’t stifle the occasional wince or swear when moving their still healing leg. It took a long time for Sole to convince him he was forgiven, and they never tried any of Sole’s crazy experiments again. Except that one time. MacCready still hadn’t forgiven them.


MacCready: It had been a normal night at the Third Rail, Sole and MacCready enjoying a few drinks by the bar and Hancock lounging around in his usual vip spot. They had been talking about MacCready’s life at Little Lamplight when a guy had strolled up and placed himself on the stool next to Sole, cocky smirk on his face and one arm resting on the wooden counter. Charlie shot the guy a look that clearly stated the mr. Handy definitely wasn’t serving him any drinks tonight, which only served to fuel MacCready’s suspicion. He was sitting awfully close to Sole…

“Hey, hotstuff. Let me buy you a drink, hm?”

He even sounded like a douche. Sole promptly ignored the guy, but judging by the expression on their face and the clench of their jaw they weren’t unaffected by the guy’s blunt flirting. They tried to start up the conversation with MacCready again, but the sniper was too busy glaring at the intruder over their shoulder.

“Hey, Sexy, I’m talking to you”

MacCready snapped when the douche put his hand on Sole’s shoulder, the vault dweller’s tensed expression causing his anger to flare even more. The sniper stood up, beer bottle nearly shattering as he slammed it down onto the counter, much to Charlie’s disapproval.

“Can’t you see they’re not interested?”

“Watch your mouth kid, I do what I want”

That was enough for MacCready to throw the first punch, nailing the guy directly in the nose and causing him to fall off the stool with a satisfying sound. He recovered quickly though, getting up and lashing out, nearly hitting MacCready in the jaw if it hadn’t been for the sniper’s fast reflexes. The ruckus had attracted the attention of the rest of the people in the bar, a small crowd forming and the song stopping. Sole even saw someone running up the stairs to get help.

The two guys were yelling harsh insults at each other, taking turns to throw punches and aim kicks. At one point Sole even saw MacCready’s forehead connect with the guy’s already broken nose, leaving a bloody smear on his forehead.

Deciding that enough was enough, Sole moved in to break up the fight. They didn’t even get two steps towards MacCready before getting an elbow to the face. By the sound of Sole’s surprised and pained exclaim, the fight halted and everyone quieted. MacCready looked unbelievably guilty behind all those bruises and small scratches on his face, a tiny trickle of blood on the left side of his mouth. But the vault dweller wasn’t having it and stepped in between the two, keeping their back pressed against MacCready’s heaving chest. The guy smirked confidently, seeming to believe that he had won for some reason.

“I’m pretty sure this belongs to you”

The guy didn’t even have time to reply ‘is it a kiss?’ before Sole’s fist had connected with his already double-broken nose, causing him to squeal and clutch his very broken and very bloodied nose, mutter a few choice names under his breath as he glared viciously at the smirking vault dweller and shell shocked mercenary. They could hear Hancock’s chuckle in the background.

Half an hour later and the guy was thrown out of Good Neighbor for good and the two had rented a hotel room, MacCready sitting on the bed while Sole tended to his bruises. He hadn’t stopped staring at their colorful eye with a guilty expression. Heaving a sigh after a few minutes of silence and staring, the vault dweller set down the damp bloodstained washcloth, hands cupping his face, mindful of the bruises and scratches. MacCready’s expression made them want to cry, but their voice only wobbled slightly as they sternly explained that nothing of what happened was his fault. It took a few hours and about fifty kisses, but Sole eventually got him to admit that he wasn’t to blame, and the other guy was. The rest of the evening was spent gently tracing the outlines of bruises and wounds while cuddling together on the tiny bed.

They found the corpse of the guy the next day on their way out into the wasteland, and made a mental note to thank Hancock for that when they returned.


Nick: Nick had only injured Sole once, since he handled them with an extreme delicateness as if they were made of glass. Glass usually doesn’t survive long in the Commonwealth, but hey, no harm in trying. Sole was rather annoyed by it, sure, but they couldn’t help but appreciate how much he cared about their wellbeing, even if it was a little overdone. The one time an accident happened was when Nick’s metal hand caught a few strands of their hair mid-kiss, the detective having been distracted by the suddenness of said kiss and forgotten his usual carefulness. It had taken a few minutes and Ellie’s help to untangle them, but despite it not having hurt much and Sole’s continuous reassurances of them being all right and it not having been his fault, Nick had opted to wearing worn gloves on both his hands for months after that.

The gloves had finally come off for good when Sole confronted the synth, burnt the gloves and the spares the detective tried to hide under the bed and grasped Nick’s metal hand. They’d ignored Nick’s flinch and hesitance as they raised the hand to their face, kissing every single metal finger, eyes never leaving his glowing yellow eyes. After that night Nick was banned from wearing gloves ever, but despite all this, he was still hesitant about touching Sole with his metal hand.


Piper: “Where is it… Hm, no… Nope…” Piper was digging through a large trunk in the search of her lucky pencil, tossing other ‘normal’ pencils over her shoulder. She always had it on her while doing interviews, claiming it gave her the courage to verbally attack people and pry answers out of them. Besides, having an extra pencil wasn’t a bad idea.

Unfortunately Sole hadn’t realized this, and upon stepping into the room, was struck by several pencils. A few smacked them in the face, one even leaving a small scratch next to their left eyebrow. They spluttered in surprise and ducked behind the desk for cover.

“Piper! Stop it!”

But once Piper had decided to do something, whether it was to stalk the mayor, prod at Danse for Brotherhood secrets or find her lucky pencil, there was no stopping her. Sole had to retreat, but hung up a warning on the front door before leaving.


Preston: Preston stared uncertainly at the bat in his hands, the wooden melee weapon a stranger to his hands as he was used to his trusty laser weapon. He had seen raiders use them before, running forwards and bashing it against the skulls of their enemies, often with a lethal result. They were powerful weapons, solid wood and often decorated with rusty nails or blades. But not this one. This one was a plain one.

Sole had approached him one day and tugged him off to the side, plucking the laser rifle from his hands and placing a plain wooden bat in them instead. They had explained that they wanted to introduce him and the other companions to baseball, pre-war style. It had taken quite a while to get the more impatient companions to actually listen to the vault dweller instead of whacking each other with the spare bats, but eventually they all stood in their positions on a field Sole had marked up. Preston was what he believed Sole called a ‘batter’ and Sole stood several meters in front of them in the middle of the strangely diamond shaped field, ready to throw a baseball at him.

It took five attempts, but eventually Preston managed to hit the ball and send it flying down the field, Piper and Hancock clad in blue chasing after it. Deacon too, as he had finally decided a team to stay on instead of shifting between the two constantly. The game continued like that, everyone struggling at first to hit it like they were supposed to, but they eventually began getting a hang of it. MacCready, Preston, Cait and surprisingly enough also Danse learned quickly and were rather good at it. Strong and Curie couldn’t quite get a hang of it and X6-88 had left the game after four minutes of standing and watching with obvious disinterest.

All had been well, blue team was in the lead and everyone was having a good time. Other than the occasional confusion about what team Deacon belonged to, of course. Preston was up again, standing ready with the third bat - the rest hadn’t survived the super mutant’s frustration - and watching Sole prepare to throw the ball. They threw. Preston hit it.

No one had expected it to soar right at Sole’s surprised face, smacking them right in the face and bringing them down onto the ground. It was silent for a few seconds before everyone rushed towards Sole, Preston’s face unnaturally pale and eyes wide. He couldn’t believe he just struck them in the face with a baseball! They’d never forgive him! Piper calmed Preston as Curie checked on Sole, said vault dweller groaning in annoyance over all the fussing and waving people away. They got onto their feet, determined to continue the game, but when they almost fell flat on their face everyone agreed that that was enough baseball for today. MacCready still hadn’t stopped laughing by then.

Sole’s face was bruised for weeks, eye swollen shut the first four days. Preston practically never left their side, constantly asking them if they needed anything. He sent other people out to the settlements and had Sturges take over his duties in the favor of staying with Sole despite their protests. He apologized officially with a picnic and a large bundle of wasteland flowers on day six, but the guilty expression didn’t vanish until the bruise did.

Despite this accident, baseball became a weekly occurrence at Sanctuary.


X6-88: The first time X6-88 accidentally hurt Sole was when said vault dweller decided to introduce the courser to Hancock. Looking back at it, it probably hadn’t been the best idea at the time, seeing as Sole hadn’t mentioned that Hancock was a ghoul. A non-feral, responsible mayor, but still a ghoul. Not to mention, X6-88 and Sole’s relationship had been rather new and sensitive at that point and X6-88’s protectiveness had been a very new feeling to the synth, one he had been struggling to figure out how to handle.

“Ghoul, get back!”

“X6, no! This is Hancock, he’s friendl-”

“He’s a ghoul! Step back!”

“X6, don’t you do it, don’t you dar- no!”

The courser and ghoul could only watch in shock as Sole threw themselves in front of the mayor, accepting the shot from X6’s laser rifle with a look of desperation. It took X6 a long time to snap out of it, and by the time he had, Hancock was already lifting Sole up to carry them to a medic. Enraged and filled with guilt, the courser snatched the vault dweller from the frustrated ghoul and with a bright blue glimpt they were both at the institute, laser weapon forgotten on the ground. Said weapon Hancock decided to sell off before the annoying synth could return.
At the institute, X6 refused to hand over Sole to the scientists and marched down towards the medical bay, synths and humans scrambling to get out of his way and away from the icy cold, murderous expression on his face. He never left their bed once, something that puzzled the scientists greatly.

Sole had agreed to have the scar removed after a few days recovery, just so X6 would stop staring at it with a heartbreakingly guilty expression every time they exposed their stomach. He only stopped apologizing when Sole accidentally shot him with their own laser weapon a few weeks later when messing around with it in boredom.


Maxson: It had been another one of those days where the position of Elder had proved to be too overwhelming for the young Maxson, the main cause being a vertibird crash into the center of a scottish settlement. The brotherhood learned never to underestimate others merely because of their accents and ranks as settlers. Why did the vertibirds continuously crash that often? That was the third time this week, were the pilots drunk or something?

Speaking of drunk, that was exactly how the Elder had chosen to cope with the stress and lack of sleep. Slumped in the seat of his chair, he held a ⅔ full bottle in one hand and a shotglass in the others, a few empty bottles carelessly tossed on the floor. His back was turned towards the door, and therefore he didn’t see who was entering. He only heard the sound of the door opening, and so far every bad news and demands of his presence had been signalled with that low creaking. Lips twisting into a scowl and the grip on the bottle tightening, he growled out a slurred ‘what’.

As much as Sole loved Maxson - only Arthur Maxson, they weren’t too fond of the more thick headed ‘Elder’ Maxson - they couldn’t allow this extreme drinking to continue any longer. He had drunk away the stress five times that month, two of them being within a span of six days. But before they even had the chance to say his name, Maxson had whipped around and thrown the bottle at them, believing them to be an intruder wanting something from him.

Maxson had never sobered up as fast as he did in the moment he realized who the bottle had been thrown at. He didn’t mean to, though! It just happened in the drunken haze he had forced himself into, but that didn’t make the sound of the bottle scattering and Sole’s body crumpling to the ground less heartstopping.

“CADE!!”

—-

“Urgh…”
Sole woke up slowly, forehead furrowed and eyes closed as they tried to figure out where they were, and why. What had happened? The last thing they remembered was hearing from Cade that Maxson had once again locked himself in his room with the comfort of liquor. Then they had opened the door with their lockpicking set and-

Oh.

Sole’s scowling face was what Maxson first saw when he woke up. His back was aching horridly and his head was pounding harshly. The Elder hadn’t left the spot next to Sole’s bed in Cade’s small clinic ever since the accident, despite Cade’s pleas. But Cade wasn’t there, and even though the bandages wrapped around Sole’s head and the stitched gashes on the side of their face made him feel a hundred times more guilty and sorry, he knew a kiss and a ‘sorry’ wouldn’t cut it this time, judging by the harshness of their glare despite the Med-x clouding their mind.

“Elder Arthur Maxson.”

Uh-oh. Full name plus title.

“- care to explain?”

He was screwed.

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i see vampires as not being able to go in the sun as in they will immediately burst into flames so basically gerard has a bunch of Goth™ umbrellas for every occasion he needs to go out in the day for

yes yes yes!
lace umbrella+shawl+hat with a wide brim+sunglasses+ gloves

Teacher’s Pet - Jason Todd x Reader

Prompt: Could you do some Jason fluff where you’re Lian’s teacher and he’s picking her up from school cuz he’s the ‘cool uncle’ and could maybe have Lian try to set them up, like she always talks about Jason with her teacher (requested by anon)

“Ms. [Y/N]! Ms. [Y/N]! Ms. [Y/N]!” Lian called excitedly, gently tugging on the sleeve of your shirt.

“Yes, Ms. Harper?” You asked squatting down so that you were on her level.

“My uncle Jay is coming to pick me up today!” She announced, practically bubbling over in excitement.

“Is he now?” You asked displaying an appropriate amount of enthusiasm for a little girl who was clearly excited to see her uncle.

“Yeah! I’m can’t wait for you to meet Uncle Jay, Ms. [Y/N]! He’s so cool! He lets me have treats all the time and always has really cool toys!” Lian gushed. “Oh! And we drew a picture for you Ms. [Y/N]!” She said digging into her little backpack to fish out the drawing. When she found it she unfolded it and held it up to you for your inspection.

“It’s very pretty, Lian. Did your Uncle help you draw this?” You inquired. Looking at the picture of what appeared to be a large happy family complete with a house, three colorful human figures on the ground with a slightly smaller figure next to them and a bright orange figure floating in the sky just above the family. Above the picture in the corner was a more skillfully drawn sun with a bright wide smile and sunglasses.

“Not really. He just drew the happy sun. He says that every picture should have a happy sun in it.” She explained.

“Well what about if you’re drawing something at night?” You asked.

“Then it’s a happy moon, silly!” Lian giggled as if the answer should be obvious to everyone.

“Right! Of course!” You agreed.

“You see that’s me.” She said pointing to the smaller figure. “And that’s Daddy and that’s Aunt Kory and that’s Uncle Jay and there’s you!” She said pointing at the respective figures before landing on yours. You didn’t really know how you felt about being included in her family portrait but the child was clearly proud of her work.

“It’s beautiful but why am I in your picture,  Lian?” You asked.

“Because you’re gonna marry Uncle Jay one day and be my Auntie forever!” She explained. You could practically see all the gears turning in your head. This was a kid that knew what she wanted and wouldn’t take no for an answer so how to break this to her gently.

“Where’s my little she-devil?” A deep voice called out as he entered the room. Before you could turn around Lian squealed and sprinted towards his direction.

“UNCLE JAY!” She cried hugging the man’s legs and latching on tight with both her arms and legs. Lian’s uncle hobbled over to you with the little anklebiter holding on for dear life to one of his legs. She looked up at him and giggled.

“If I am correct, you must be Uncle Jay. It’s nice to meet you. This one was talking about you non stop today.” You say playfully gesturing downwards to Lian.

“Please, it’s just Jason.” He corrected. “And if the she-devil’s stories are correct that must make you Mrs. [Y/N].” Jason said  holding out his hand in greeting. You took his hand and shook it kindly.

“Oh I’m not married. It’s just Ms. [Y/N].” You corrected.

“My bad, I just figured that a woman as beautiful as yourself couldn’t possible be available.” He complimented without hesitation. You blushed at the handsome man’s compliment.

“Well Uncle Jay? Are you gonna ask her to marry you yet?” Lian piped up listening to the two of you exchange words.

“Lian!” Jason reprimanded in a hushed tone. “I’m so sorry about that. You’ll have to forgive her, you know how kids can be sometimes.”

“Of course. I’ve heard all about her matchmaking schemes already. I won’t hold it against you Jason.” You reassured forgivingly, the matter already pushed from your mind.

“She showed you the picture, huh?” Jason asked sheepish. You silently nodded which caused Jason to elicit a little groan. “She’s a little minx this one, isn’t she?” He said ruffling her hair playfully. She let out a sound of complaint before pushing away Jason’s hand.

“Is there any way I can make this up to you? Maybe dinner?” He asked smoothly.

“Say yes, Ms. [Y/N]!” Lian whispered from below.

“You should take her out more often, Jason. She’s the perfect little wingman.” You laughed lightly.

“So? Is that a yes?” Jason asked with a hopeful sparkle in his eye.

“Sure.” You agreed with a gentle smile. Lian erupted in a celebratory cheer.

“Ms. [Y/N] and Uncle Jay, sitting in a tree. K-I-S-S-I-N-G” Lian sang. Jason rolled his eyes, reached down and picked up Lian before lifting her to sit on her shoulders.

“Come along, wingman. We’ve bothered Ms. [Y/N] enough today.” He said. “See you later Ms. [Y/N].” Jason said with a wink before leaving the room, Lian still singing the entire way down the hall.

He Hears The Boys Talking About How Hot You Are

This was a request and I enjoyed writing it. For the last one, technically it isn’t the boys talking about y/n, it’s just one of them but I think (and hope) it works! :-)

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Ashton:

“Ashton?” You shout from your position on your bed. “What?” You hear his muffled voice drifting up the stairs. “Can you bring me some tea?” You ask, playing with the ends of your hair and snuggling further between the blankets. “The boys are over, can you do it?” He asks and you roll your eyes, pulling yourself out of the cozy cocoon.

You wrap a patterned blanket around your shoulders, disguising the fact that you’re only wearing a loose tank top and some baggy shorts before plodding out of your room and heading down the stairs.

You can hear the noises of the guys playing on your Xbox from the lounge but decide to walk through anyway, wanting to greet your boyfriend. You knew that Ashton was bringing the boys over but you were feeling under the weather so hadn’t bothered to get changed, opting for a day of rest in bed. 

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Request: hey! can you do #19 with d.o from exo?

19) You and your bias go on a date on a hot day.

Member: Exo’s D.O. x Y/N

Type: Fluff/SLight smut?

“Do we have to go?” Kyungsoo whispered from my hallway. 

I readjusted my beach hat and pulled my sunglasses down on my nose to get a proper glance at my boyfriend. He was standing moodily in the entrance way, a pout on his face as he stood in front of the mirror there. He was already tan, so I wasn’t concerned about his skin burning beneath his white tank top. He wore electric blue swim trunks with palm trees on them, flip flops, and a bucket hat secured on his head. His sunglasses set on top of his very obviously sun screened, white nose (yes, kitschy, tourist style.)

“You promised,” I sighed, trying to hold my internal scream from actually escaping my lips. He was so cute. 

“I did,” he nodded. “But are you sure you don’t want to stay inside? You know…where there’s central air…and a kitchen where I can cook for you.”

Kyungsoo was reliable and incredible at keeping promises. When he promised in December to take me to the beach as soon as it was warm enough, here he was, beach umbrella in hand. 

Even if he didn’t really want to go. 

“We haven’t been to the beach yet this summer,” I smiled, picking up my bag. 

“There is a whole summer left, and I bet you all of the sand will still be there,” he nodded hopefully. 

“Kyungsoo,” I groaned, pushing out my bottom lip. He groaned as well and winced. 

“Okay Y/N,” he sighed. “I’ll take you to the beach. Even if the sun is going to melt our skin off of our bodies.”

“You’d make a beautiful skeleton,” I giggled, sliding my sunglasses down again to shoot him a wink. 

Kyungsoo gave a breathy chuckle and a mischievous smile graced his face. I would probably say anything stupid just to hear that laugh. 


“Yah, D.O. oppa,” I called from my beach towel. “Can you help me with my sunscreen?” 

Kyungsoo instantly sat up from his laying position, his eyes growing wide behind his sunglasses. He looked around anxiously as I backed my body towards him. 

“You didn’t get the spray?” he asked carefully as I put the lotion into his hands. 

“Nope,” I said, shaking my head. “You have to actually touch me in public sometimes dork.”

A blush creeped across Kyungsoo’s cheeks that could have easily been mistaken for a sunburn. 

I turned back around to face the waves and pulled my cover up from my body, exposing my bathing suit and bare skin. After a moment of still not getting any movement from Kyungsoo, I turned back around to look at him. He sat, slack jawed, holding the sunscreen limply in his hand. I came to the realization that he had never seen me in anything less than a t-shirt and shorts. 

“Kyungsoo,” I cooed gently. “My flesh is burning.”

“Oh, sorry,” he said, slightly embarrassed. He quickly poured lotion into his hands and angled a look to my bare back. His touch was light as his fingers hit my skin, gently rubbing shapes into my body. I smiled, the feeling of him touching my body, even in this purest of ways, felt incredible. For such a shy person, it was hard to get Kyungsoo to show any kind of affection in public, so this was something to be noted. 

“I think you’re okay?” he said quietly after a few moments. “Sufficiently screened.”

“What about you?” I smiled, turning around. “Do you need me to apply any for you?”

“No,” he smiled, wiping his hands off on his swim trunks. “But you really should be drinking water Y/N. It’s so hot outside.”

I nodded, trying to mirror his shy smile. It was a work in progress. 

The rest of the day continued on much like that. Me pressuring Kyungsoo to actually get into the water, never taking his shirt off. Me pressuring Kyungsoo to reapply my sunscreen to my back after an hour or so. Kyungsoo pressuring me to stay hydrated and nibble on his homemade baked goods. Before I knew it, the sun was approaching the horizon and it was time for us to begin heading home. We both decided it would probably be a good idea to utilize the beach’s public showers to de-sand and cool down before getting into my car. 

“Aish,” Kyungsoo muttered, waking back down the isle of the showers. “They’re all full. Can I just shower at your place?”

I poked my head out of my shower stall and gave him a quick smile. “Just come into mine oppa.”

Kyungsoo looked around quickly, noting if there was anyone overhearing our conversation. 

“Y/N,” he hissed. “I can’t do that…what if we get caught?”

“By who?” I chuckled. “One of your managers? Suho? It’s not a big deal.”

Kyungsoo heaved a deep breath and gulped audibly before tensing his shoulders and barreling through the curtain separating him from the flow of my shower. I was still clothed in my bathing suit, but completely drenched. I smiled at him, taking my spot back under the faucet and tugging angrily at my hair. I couldn’t get the sand out for the life of me. 

Kyungsoo watched from the corner of the stall, eyes never moving from my motions. I tried to make it so he couldn’t tell I was watching him, watching me, but I was completely entertained. I loved the way he looked at me. 

“Y/N,” he said gently, crossing the space between us hesitantly. He began to lift his hands up before they fell back at his sides awkwardly. 

“What is it D.O?” I asked, drawing my eyebrows together. 

“You have to be more gentle with your hair,” he said nervously, reaching up again. His hands snaked through my locks with ease as he worked his fingers through it. He massaged my scalp and brushed away my knots within a few minutes. 

“Hey,” I whispered, just his presence had me heated, his body being so close to mine. 

“Hmm?” he hummed, stopping his motions and looking into my eyes. I gave him a slight smile. His face erupted into a bright red blush and he looked away from me quickly, withdrawing his hands from my hair. Before he could retreat, I grabbed his now soaked tank top into my hands and held him close to me, remaining beneath the water. 

I looked at his soft lips staring me in the face, waiting. We had kissed on a few occasions, but anytime things had gotten more heated, one of us would get embarrassed and try to escape the situation. 

Kyungsoo watched me carefully, trying to read my facial expression as usual. He placed a warm, yet hesitant kiss against my lips, waiting for reciprocation, which I acted on immediately, winding my hands over his neck and pulling my body to lean against his. He backed me against the brick wall of the shower stall, encompassing me in his own arms as he kissed me deeply, nearly taking away any breath I had. 

I slid my hands down the front of his body, his shirt now becoming his second skin from the shower. I tugged at it, waiting for some kind of halting motion from him, but it never came. Together, we swiftly stripped him of his tank top and he went back to kissing me. His moist skin slid along mine as he wrapped his arms around my waist to cup my butt. 

He had even surprised himself, stopping his motions for a moment and opening his eyes while our mouths were still pressed together. 

“Kyungsoo,” I breathed, trying to catch up to his intensity. 

He made a concerned groan, looking me in the eyes. 

“Don’t stop,” I whispered, closing my eyes, waiting to see if his mouth would once again land against mine.

It did with a quickness, letting his tongue trail across my own lips before entering my mouth. His hand once again cupped my butt and pulled my thigh to hitch against his hip. He kissed my cheek, sliding his mouth along my neck and leaving passionate and loving kisses as he went. One thing Kyungsoo did well was radiate his feelings for me through everything he did. I never doubted how loved I was. 

He slid the strap of my top and quickly placed his mouth where the string once sat. He sucked carefully, leaving small love bites and marks as visible evidence that he had been there, that I was his. I breathed his name again and again, trying to contain my emotion. 

“Y/N,” he whispered, looking up at me through the water. “Maybe we should go home now?”

I caught a groan leaving my mouth before I could think about it as Kyungsoo placed my leg back to the ground. “Oh,” I sighed. 

“I…I don’t think I got all of that sand out of your hair,” he said quietly, his hands never leaving my hips. “We should probably get into your own shower so I can shampoo it for you?”

My breath caught, realizing exactly what he had in mind. 

“I’m glad you care so much about my hair,” I chuckled, shutting off the faucet. 

“Only the best for my jagi,” he said with a wink, collecting his tank top and hat, taking my hand into his.

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Sunshine

Written for the 2017 Louden Swain SPN Mini Bang that @mrswhozeewhatsis is running.  I don’t normally do song fics, so this was a new experience for me, certainly a new challenge, and I hope it’s come out okay.

It’s been slightly beta read, but not completely (she needed to sleep and I needed to get it queued) so hopefully there aren’t too many mistakes.

It’s kind of a Chuck x OC, but it depends on how you read it.  Can also be a Dean x OC.  Hopefully it makes sense.

Words: 2000 (Yeah, exactly)

Based on the song Gamma Ray by Louden Swain

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They say that nothing in our lives is free

It keeps me runnin’

There were more than a few looks towards the woman walking down the street, all confidence and intelligence.  She didn’t fit in here, that much was clear, with high boots, wide sunglasses and permed, thick, blonde hair, she gave an air of money that was almost unseen in the area.

Then they tell me that my saving grace

Is that I look so stunnin’

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