[vs boston]


Fallout vs Real life: Boston buildings. 

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(second period coming up current score is 1-0)

Perhaps - the insight came suddenly - perhaps love existed in its truest, deepest form when one partner saw into the soul of the other and never shrank from what was discovered there.
- John Jakes

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Character cards for Anime Boston! (Table Y130) C: drew some of my faves, hopefully I can squeeze some more in!


Boston Rob

Survivor: Marquesas (2001) 7th Voted Off
Survivor: All-Stars (2003) Runner-Up
Survivor: Heroes vs. Villains (2009) 8th Voted Off
Survivor: Redemption Island (2010) Sole Survivor

Imagine#13- Brendan Gallagher *Requested*

Growing up in Boston whilst being a Habs fan was definitely interesting. My father was originally from Montreal, making him a Habs fan, so I was pretty much born into liking them. When I graduated I decided to move to Montreal since I still had family living there. That meant I wouldn’t have to pay for an apartment and I wouldn’t have to take out as much money for student loans. My first year in Montreal my parents had bought me tickets to a Habs vs Boston game. That’s where I met Brendan. After a couple months he finally asked me out, then we moved in together a year or so after that.

At the moment, Brendan and I are just laying on the couch. He nuzzles his face into my neck, placing a light kiss. “What are you doing, Bren?” I say with a laugh.

He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me down so I’m laying on the couch with him hovering over me. “You know you’re adorable right?” He giggles slightly, which makes me laugh even more.

“And you know you’re extremely sexy?” I joke.

He nods, “Yeah, I know.”

I roll my eyes, “Whatever, Gallagher.”

Suddenly he erupts into laughter, “Your… accent…” is all he manages to get out.

I fake a pout, “What do you mean by my accent?”

He grins, “It’s just so cute.”

I roll my eyes again. He kisses my nose lightly. “You’re such a dork,” I tease while leaning up to connect out lips. He pulls away right before we touch. I guess now it’s his turn to pout. “What?” I ask looking into his mesmerizing blue eyes.

“I’m not a dork,” he mumbles as he rolls off the couch and heads into the kitchen.

I get up and follow him but when I get to the kitchen he is nowhere to be found. Suddenly, I feel two strong arms wrap around my waist. I let out a slight squeal as Brendan turns me around and kisses my lips. We pull away with both of us smiling. “You didn’t let me finish what I was saying earlier. You’re a dork but you’re my dork, dork.” I ruffle his hair slightly.

He nods then pecks my lips once again, “You know I’m not sure you should be talking. You’re from Boston and you like the Habs. I don’t know if you’re quite right in the head.”

I laugh and try to walk away but he just pulls me right back into him. “I love you so much,” he whispers.

I smile, “I love you too, even though you’re a dork.”

He lifts me up so he is holding me in his arms, “You are my adorable little Boston girl.”

I try to get out of his grasp, “Ya know… I would not be talking about height if I were you…”

His jaw drops, “Oh, you are going to pay for that.”

I take off towards the bedroom with him right on my heels. He is much faster so he catches up pretty easily. He tackles me onto the bed and begins tickling my sides.

“No! Stop… Brendan… I’m going to….” I say in between the laughter. He shakes his head and contines. “What do I have to do to get you to go away?” I say which makes him stop almost immediately.

“You want me to go away?” He looks like a wounded animal.

I shake my head, “That’s not what I meant.”

He sighs and starts getting up. I rush to stand in front of him. His look now saying the complete opposite of what it did a second ago. He was holding in laughter.

“Oh my god, you should have seen your face!” He bursts into a fit of laughter.

“Jerk,” I mutter looking down. He tilts my chin up so I am looking into his eyes. His lips brush over mine, leaving a sweet feeling lingering.

“God, I love you so much,” He whispers wrapping his arms around me, “so much.”