crappy building

—   ❝ Please wait for Dream part 02 ❞

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Sleepy (Spideypool Quick Fic)

Needed a break from the angst and serious feels that is Storms. So here’s some Andrew Garfield-Spidey and Ryan Reynolds-Deadpool!
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Deadpool and Spider-Man were sitting on the roof of a crappy apartment building, waiting for the sun to set so they could start their patrol.

It was actually Wade’s crappy apartment building, but Spidey didn’t know that was why he always insisted on meeting here. Wade was honestly too lazy to meet any further away from his own place, so this worked just fine.

Wade was talking about… well nothing, really. Really he was just running his mouth a thousand miles a minute like he tended to do whenever Spidey was around because even fully wrapped in clothes (spandex) and with his mask firmly in place, Spider Man still gave Deadpool the sort of heebie jeebies that his favorite stripper gave him, or the kind of heebie jeebies one of those giant chimichangas from that street vendor gave him. The kind of heebie jeebies that started at his fingertips and ended well below his belt and always left him feeling as if his brain had shorted out and he was starving for more.

But Spidey had made it clear, like painfully awkwardly crystal screaming clear, months ago, that if Wade didn’t start keeping his hands to himself, that his hot little piece of spandex clad Spidey ass was gonna leave him strung up somewhere where he couldn’t get down, and their days of hanging out on patrol would be OVER.

So Wade kept his grabbiness to himself and instead kept a running stream of nonsense from behind his mask, talking about literally anything in the world to keep himself distracted from the way the Spiders legs were long and muscled, and that trim little waist, and the way his voice was soft even when he was upset and –oh. Oh wait.

Wait.
What was happening?
What was happening right now?

Somewhere in between talking about the ugly sweater he’d seen on some old lady, and day dreaming about Spideys legs, the kid had fallen asleep… and was leaning against Wade’s shoulder, snoring softly.

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336 HOURS | JJ

Pairing: Dealer!Jungkook X Agent!Reader ft. Agent!Jin, Agent!Yoongi, Agent!Hoseok and Dealer!Taehyung

Summary: Y/n aka Agent 23, undercover as a rich slut to try and get Jungkook, a drug dealer to break. Of course, at first, she tortures him to try and test his loyalty to her. But Jungkook believes that two can play at that game. She has 336 hours though to get out of that place, get back home and help take down Jungkook but how can she when she’s tied to a chair? 

Genre: Smut >> Angst >> Fluff

Warnings: Swearing

Word Count: 3,000+

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We Can Feel So Far (From So Close) (1/2)

Waiting until your best friend left for a cross country tour was a fine time to realize you’re in love with him. Captain Swan.

This is the first of a two shot that I finally decided to post after having it sit in my Google Docs since last summer. I’d love to hear your thoughts on this first part!

Rated T | Word count: 8139 | Also on AO3 and FF.net


There’s an old quote that says something along the lines of “absence makes the heart grow fonder.” That you don’t realize just how much you love someone until they’re no longer around.

When Emma would come across phrases like that a few years ago, she would typically roll her eyes and mutter some kind of sarcastic remark, all while trying not to dwell on the fact that there probably would never be someone for her to love like that.

But of course, that was before she met Killian. And everything changed.

They meet on a Thursday night, under unusual circumstances. Emma had moved into her new apartment that afternoon, a simple one bedroom in Boston that was more than enough space for her and the small amount of items in her possession. The whole day had been a disaster from the get go. First thing that morning, her previous landlord accused her of not paying the last month’s rent, and threatened to sue if he didn’t get it immediately. (The look on his face when he realize he was in the wrong was priceless. And he wondered why she was moving out of his crappy building.) Then, the movers she could barely afford to hire wound up taking her furniture to the wrong apartment complex on the other side of Boston. By the time the fiasco had been taken care of, it was nearly the end of the day. Saying she was exhausted was an understatement.

Emma stands in the middle of the living room, observing the chaos that was now her new home. She may have brought a small number of things with her, but most of said things were still in boxes, scattered around on the floor and waiting to be put away. She’d unpacked a box of clothes solely to dig out her favorite Batman pajamas, leaving the rest piled up in the corner of her bedroom. Just something else that could wait until tomorrow when she wasn’t both starving and sleep deprived.

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Lightning Bolt Soulmate! Barry Allen x Reader Part Three

Fandom: The Flash

Characters: Barry Allen, Reader, Caitlin Snow, Cisco Ramon, OC

Word Count: 771

Warnings: Barry Allen being a little creep in a sort of good way? idk just read it and find out

A/N: So this is essentially Part Two from Barry’s POV with a little more information added to it and what Barry does afterwards. This is probably so shitty but I wanted to get it out because it was taking way too long. Enjoy!

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four

Originally posted by horcrx-hunter


BARRY POV

I was out running through the city, when I heard the shouts. I couldn’t make out the words, but the owner of the voice was obviously a woman. Automatically assuming the worst, I sped off in the direction of the sound. Instead of finding a mugger attacking an unsuspecting woman in an alleyway, I found a couple, arguing on the steps of a crappy apartment building. The guy was attempting to stand higher than the girl, puffing out his chest with every word.

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The family’s girl. (Batfam x reader)

Happy new year, babes!

Parings: Batfam x reader. (romance)

(y/n) – your name.

(y/l) – your lastname

(y/c) – your country. (If you’re American, your state.)

(y/dg) – your dream degree.

Part1 (you are here)  Part2  Part3   Part4  Part5  Part6  Part7


It was your second year of college and you couldn’t wait to go on your student exchange. Your destination?

Blüdhaven University.

Oh well.

Why Blüdhaven? If it’s completely corrupt, dangerous and crazy?

Because you didn’t know that.

Duh!…

Your parents opposed over and over but there was no way of stopping you. You wanted out of (y/c) and you didn’t care where you were going meanwhile it’s far away from your home town as possible.

With your bags on your hands you exited of the taxi after paying the driver and headed towards the crappy looking building where you had rented a flat for the time you were staying.

The bags were quite heavy on your tired arms, you dragged them to the door when suddenly the door was yanked over by a hideous looking man who shouted at you to get out of the way and pushed you away then a police officer helped you up asking if you were alright you nodded and he helped you gather you things and put them in the elevator with you, when a guy in a tight shirt with you in the elevator said.

“If I were you I wouldn’t trust the police force.” The guy said. You looked at him quizzically with a raised eyebrow.

“Thanks. I keep it in mind” You looked at him, dang he was attractive. Oh this was your floor. You bid him goodbye and exited the elevator. When you were opening your door, you heard an amused voice.

“Need help, beautiful?”

Oh.

It was the same guy in the elevator.

“Are you stalking me or something? Seriously I know hand in hand combat.”

“Don’t worry, I’m a nice guy” He said with raised hands” Hi, my name is Dick, Dick Grayson” He smiled at you, damn that was a cute smile, he had dimples and everything!.

“(y/n) (y/l)” You said as he helped you open the door and put your things inside. After that, you asked him if he wanted a drink or something. He smiled at you and said yes, sitting next to you on the couch. You brought two (f/d) you bought with you for you and for Dick.

“Sorry, I don’t have anything else” You smiled apologetic. Dick laughed and grabbed the drink.

“Don’t worry, I’ve had worse”

“Sooo, why were you following me?” You asked.

“I wasn’t following you, I live in front of you.” You blushed a bit embarrassed because you seriously thought he was a creep.

A hot creep

but a creep nonetheless.

“Oh…”

“So, tell me (y/n), what brings you to the ‘Haven?”

“I’m studying abroad in the Blüdhaven University.”

“Oh! And what are you studying?”

“(y/dg)”

“That’s cool”

“And you, Dick? If you don’t mind me asking…”

“I’m a police officer”

“But this morning you said…”

“Because I know Officer Siller, the guy who helped you, and he is bad news. Almost everybody in the force is. You look like a nice girl, so if you have any trouble, come looking for me I’ll help you.” You looked at him suspiciously.

“And why would I trust you? What makes you different from them?”

Dick smiled at you sadly.

“You have a point. You just have to trust me. “

You looked at him, his eyes were sincere and he seems like somebody you can trust.

“I think I trust you” His face brightness “But, do something strange and I will kick your ass!” Dick laughed and looked at his watch. His face hardened.

“Sorry, (nickname), I got something to do.” He went to the door you trailed behind him.

“Well, I hope to see you son Dick” You kissed his cheek and smiled at his blushing cheeks.

“Good bye…” He said with a silly smile. You closed the door and smiled.

You hoped to see him soon.

****

It was nighttime when you were sitting by your window with a hot chocolate in hand when suddenly and knock in the window startled you.

A guy clad in a tight black suit with a blue bird and finger stripes. And he looked hurt. You quickly opened your window and help him sit in your conch after putting a towel to protect the couch from the blood.

You tended to his wounds the best you could and after cleaning and bandaging his wounds you stated asking him questions:

“Who are you?”

“I’m Nightwing”

“Why did you come to my window?”

“…” He looked like he wanted to say something but he couldn’t say it. “ ‘Cause you’re a nice girl…?”

“Are you asking me?”

“no…?”

You sighed and decided that it was hopeless. Looking at your already cold hot chocolate you decided to make a new one.

“Do you want a hot chocolate?”

“I would like that very much, thanks.” He smiled.

After the hot chocolate Nightwing fell asleep in the couch, you covered him with your fluffy blanked and walked to your room.

Meanwhile you were changing somebody started a chat with you, once you had your warm pajama on you exited the bathroom to grab your tabled.

Guess who was messaging you?

Your pen pal.

Well, he’s more like your best internet friend.

Tim Drake.

The two of you started chatting in high school and since then you’ve been friends, you two only meet once in your hometown in summer where he meet your family but you never met his. Well, it was time to meet them since they live in Gotham and that it’s not too far from the ‘Haven.


  Chat :

Tim Drake said:

Hi (y/n) ! How was you trip?

You said:

Looooooong LLL

Tim Drake said:

Are you installed in your apartment or do you need help? I’m free tomorrow and we could hang out it’s been years since I saw you…

You said:

My neigbour already helped me, sorry :/

But I’m up for hanging out with you! They’re playing Rogue one in theatres we could go see that movie.

Tim Drake:

Perfect! I wanted to go see that movie and what better company that a beautiful girl like you? ;)

You said:

Oh, stop it you J You’re making me blush…

Tim Drake said:

;) ;) ;)

You said:

What time and where ???

I don’t know my way around here :/

Tim Drake said:

How about I go pick you up and after seeing the movie we go grab something for dinner?

You said:

Perfect!!! I can’t wait to see you again, timmy!

Tim Drake said:

I can’t wait to see you too.

How about I pick you up at seven?

You said:

Perfect :D

Good night Timmy! Don’t let the bedbugs bite you!

Tim Drake said :

Good night (y/n)! And I won’t let them ;)

Btw

It’s a date.

Tim Drake has disconnected.


You blushed bright red and smiled, turning off the tablet and getting comfortable in your bed, your warm blankets over your body felt heavenly. The tiredness of the day got to you, and your eyes closed heavily.

That night you dream of hot police officers who had dimples, hot superheros that crawled by your windows injured at night and of your best friend who you haven’t seen since high school.

What a good dream that was.

It was like a fanfic in real life

Oh wait.

****

The first rays of morning sun picked at your eyelids, today was the day!

You started in a new college and most importantly

You were going to meet Tim at seven!

You heard a groan behind you and an arm came over your waist.

Processing…..

Who the frick was in your bed?!?!

You turned over and saw Nightwing face (with mask and all ) sleeping next to you but you remembered letting him sleeping in the couch last night. He stirred in his sleep and as he waked up you thought what you were going to do.

A)    Push him out of the bed

B)    Kick his ass

C)    Ask him why was he in you bed.

“Good morning sunshine” He said smiling. Your frown depened as you decide to ask him why was he in your bed…

After pushing him to the ground obviously.

He looked at you face, even with bags in your eyes and your hair a mess you were adorable.

Like an adorable bear who wanted to tear his head off.

You weren’t a morning person, huh?

In an desperate attempt he tried to escape by the windows in you room, but you were faster as you crawled over him and sited in his chest with your legs immobilizing his arms. You crossed your arms and glared at him.

Was it weird than he found everything hot in this situation?

“You got something to explain, don’t’cha?”

Sh*t, he had no excuse

But it was incredibly sexy.

To be continued…

Imagine meeting Rafael Barba at a dinner party and recognizing him from your teenage years.

Requested by anon.

Warning: smut, young Barba, flashbacks

A/n: Everything I wrote with Barba seemed out of character so I made the smut part into a flashback. So it’s supposed to be how Barba acted when he was a teenager so it’ll be a little different. I also really enjoyed writing this so if you dont like it please keep your comments to yourself. Thank you ♡

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You had met Rafael Barba while working. You were a defense attorney. You had convinced Lieutenant Benson that your client was innocent and she caught the real assailant.

Barba was cold to you, even when you weren’t in the courtroom. You thought that maybe he was just embarrassed that he nearly convicted an innocent man, but the way he treated you months later said otherwise.

You had been visiting another attorney and were stuck in a 3 minute elevator ride with Me. Barba. You had greeted him and all he did was scoff at you.

You hadn’t known why until now.

You were at a dinner party with a few work friends of yours. Apparently You and Barba had a mutual friend.

Rafael’s demeanor was different when he wasn’t working. He wasn’t outgoing and bubbly but their wasn’t a serious vibe coming off of him but really jogged your memory was the smell of cheap cologne.

When he wasn’t working, he wore the same cologne he has been wearing since he was 16.

You absolutely hated it but you remembered and understood why. He thought you were pretending to not know who he was.

You went into the kitchen to poor yourself some more wine and was met with the cold glare of Rafael Barba.

“You can’t possibly expect me to remember you right off the bat” You spoke calmly.

“Excuse me?”

“I’m not oblivious to your angry glares, Rafael” You smirked slightly.

“I don’t know what you are talking about Miss. Y/L/N” He said.

“Don’t play like that Rafael. I spent that entire night smelling that terrible cologne you are absolutely obsessed with. I could recognise it anywhere” You teased.

Rafael couldn’t help but smile at that.

“You really hate the smell?” He laughed quietly.

~ 29 years earlier ~

“Can I ask you a question?” You smiled at the boy in front of you.

You had went out with a few of your girl friends but ended up spending the evening with a boy you had recognized from school named Rafael.

“Sure” He smiled at you.

“Why do you wear that horrid cologne?” You laughed lightly.

You had been drinking early that night and when you drank you were blunt.

“Excuse me? I actually like the way it smells” He laughed.

“Why?” You giggled and leaned into him.

“What kind of question is that?” He smiled.

“You really hate the smell?” He pulled at his collar.

You leaned closer to him and nodded.

“But I think I could deal with it for a few more hours” You whispered.

“Oh yeah?” He put his hands on your hips.

You hummed in response and kissed him lightly.

You turned around and started walking into the tiny studio apartment you were renting.

You barely were inside but Rafael was kissing you hard. You started pulling at his shirt and he was slipping his hands up the front of your shirt.

He started kissing down your neck and you were unbuttoning the front of his shirt.

“I usually don’t do things like this” You said in between moans.

“Mhm. Me neither” He gripped your breast.

“It’s just - I’m going away to college” You said while pulling off your top.

Rafael’s eyes were trained on your chest and he nodded. His mouth darted for one of your nipples and he started sucking and nibbling on it.

“Oh god” You moaned and he pulled at your hair.

One of Rafael’s hands wondered over to your other breast and he started playing with your other nipple.

“So we’re probably never going to see each other again” You moaned loudly.

Rafael stiffled a laugh and looked up at you.

“You’re really dramatic. Did you know that?” He smirked and you blushed.

“Do you want to stop?” He questioned.

“No. Do you?” You asked.

“Not particularly” He smirked and started kissing down your stomach.

He left a trail of small purple hickeys down your abdomen. He pulled down your tiny skirt and panties.

He kisses right above your core and lifted one of your legs up. You wrapped it around him and he plunged his tongue into you.

You were moaning his name loudly as his tongue explored your sex curiously. His tongue was darting around feverishly until he found your clit.

His tongue worked your clit hard and he started to finger you fast.

~~

You spent the rest of the night till daybreak with him.

It was probably one of your best memories.

You and Rafael had spent nearly 20 minutes making out outside of your apartment.

“Let’s go inside” He whispered against your lips.

You were trying to unlock your door when you heard Rafael snickering behind you.

“What?” You asked.

“Last time we did this it was in a crappy apartment building. Times sure have changed” He smiled.

You opened your door and smirked.

“Yeah but your crappy cologne has stayed the same”

brick walls

 bughead fanfiction - oneshot - fluff - unbeta’d

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“A house is made of wood and stone
but only love can make a home.”

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When he was younger—even before his parent’s separation—Jughead Jones would sometimes dream of buying a house.

A house where his neighbors wouldn’t blare trashy music at three in the morning. A house where you couldn’t witness its town’s unfavorable group commit illegal transactions in broad daylight while children ran through dilapidated sprinklers nearby, conditioned to view such repugnant behavior as normal.

No, as much as he excelled in epitomizing misanthropy, Jughead wanted white picket fence. He wanted blue shutters and porch swings and okay, maybe not literally—but what he really wanted was the lifestyle it symbolized:

Stability. Family. Home.

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Don’t You Try To Run Right Now

aka five times Mick Rory had to save Len Snart’s ass before he made a terrible decision about who to fuck, and one time he didn’t, in roughly chronological order.

aka what happens when @wacheypena and I agree that it looks like Len and Malcolm/Went and John are flirting in a gifset and everything spirals from there

1.    David Singh

They’ve made a habit of heading out to Saints and Sinners (the local dive bar) on Friday nights, in order that they can get drunk and find people to hook up with, in a rare show of humanity on Lenny’s part. Honestly, Mick’s begun to wonder whether Lenny’s just some kind of particularly pretty futuristic android. Usually Lenny sits and drinks until his hand gestures get more extravagant and he walks the block home with a wobble, and Mick watches Lenny until he’s inside the lobby of their crappy apartment building and leaves with some sweet little thing. Tonight, however, Lenny’s got his eye on some square-looking guy at the bar. Mick’s got to admit, Lenny has good taste – the man is certainly attractive – but there’s a major factor that makes him a no go.

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The Roles We Play

Jensen x Reader, Misha 

Request By Anon: Hey I love your writing and I wanted to ask if you also write fics about the actors? If so can I request some JensenxReader based on the Con they were in Rome recently where jensen was so cute and drunk. the reader is a actor on the show and plays a love interest for dean and the fans also ship them both in real life. (let’s pretend Danneel doesn’t exist or is happy with someone else). Keep up the great work honey!!

A/N: This is my first Jensen fic, please keep that in mind. Also, for the purpose of this fic, Jensen is single, and Danneel is happy with someone else. No disrespect to the family. 

This was really hard for me to write, simply because I’ve never written Jensen before, hence why it’s so short. Hope it’s at least somewhat like what you were looking for. 


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Even as a child, you loved to act. It was always this deep burning passion you inside of you. There were many shows you put on for family and friends in the garage, or at some events around town. It was who you were, and what you knew. Every night you dreamed that you’d make it big. You longed for the day when going to work meant you were going to set, or were hitting the red carpet instead of going to the same old crappy building you called a workplace. 


That day finally came. You somehow managed to snag a role on the infamous Supernatural . That news alone was enough to rock your world, but then you got the call. You were not only going to be returning to the show for more episodes, but you would also be playing the love interest to one Mr. Dean Winchester. 


The past year has been the best year of your life. The people who make this show possible have quickly become your favorite people in the world. From the actors you worked along side, to the crew, all the way down to the fans, and everyone in between. You never in all your life could have guessed that you would have felt this loved, or that you could have this much fun for a living. 

Once again, your expectations were blown straight out of the water. The level of fun you had on set was nothing compared to the shannanigans and hilarity that came when you started attending cons. It was like nothing you had ever experienced. These fans were more than fans, they were family, and they lit up your world with their love and support. Well that, and their insistence on shipping you and Jensen in real life.

Let’s face it. He is a very good looking man. And don’t even get you started on his heart. All of that is great, and you had maybe thought it once or twice, but the truth of it was, you had let that go. You dodn’t think about it often because you worked with him, and for god sakes he was Jensen freaking Ackles. Like how would that even happen. None the less, the fans were persistent. 

The question was always raised at pretty much every con, and you two had become experts in answering the question without answering it. It was nothing new, and it became second nature after a few times. That was until one night at a con in Rome. Jensen took his place beside Misha for the panel, and he was feeling pretty good if you catch my drift. The juice was kicking in. 

The usual questions had been asked, and the innuendos had begun. Everything went as it normally did, until it didn’t. A shy young girl stood up to ask her question. God she was so cute! “My question is for Jensen.” She giggled a little before continuing, “So we all know how Dean feels about Y/N’s character, and also know how close you and Y/N are, is there any chance we could see that grow into something more?” 

There was a whole new atmosphere in the room. Everyone seemed to be on the edge of their seat, including Misha. He was looking over at Jensen, excitedly waiting for his response. 

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He paused for a moment, took in a deep breath, “Well see here’s the thing. I don’t know if it’s you, or the juice, but I can’t lie to you.” With that being said, I don’t know. Will it happen, who knows. Would I like it to happen… hell yeah.” 

The crowd burst into screams at his confession, and Misha looked satisfied. Meanwhile you were backstage, jaw on the floor. 

He continues to talk, “See, Y/N has always been really easy to talk to, right, and  when you have someone who get you, and gets your stupid jokes, and who you can just be ridiculous with, the chemistry is always going to be there, so I don’t know if that answers your question, but that’s the truth.”  

The girl giggled once more, “Thank you”. 

Misha beat Jensen to the punch, “No, thank you. You finally got him to spit it out.” 

Jensen just raised his eye brows, and shrugged his shoulders. “Hey it’s not like i could hide it forever, especially not with the roles we play.


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Pranks (Part 3)

Characters: Gabriel x Reader

Words: 1.5K

Summary: Gabriel takes the reader on an impromptu ice cream date.

Warnings: Breaking into a building (kinda)

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 Part Two 

A large bowl of ice cream was placed in front of you, there was everything in the dish. Chocolate ice cream, vanilla, strawberry, blue moon, rocky road, and many others that you couldn’t even name. Your eyes grew wide seeing the fudge pieces, sprinkles, cookie dough bites, and cherries that were on top of the cold dessert. Speechless you could barely speak, clearing your throat you finally said, “Oh wow.”

Gabriel sat across from you, he had his own separate dish. It was bigger than the one he had made you. Without saying anything he took a large bite of his. Internally you cringed, he would be getting one hell of a brain freeze off that bite.

“Should I have added more sprinkles?” Gabriel questioned in between his bites.

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Once the cake had been cut up, the presents had been opened and Maddie’s song had been sung, Sabrina took advantage of the beautiful day and went on a little birthday outing with her family.

The feeling of the sun on her face, the sound of her children’s laughter drifting through the air as they played and the feeling of her husband’s hand in hers made it impossible to wipe the smile from her face.

Life couldn’t have been more perfect. Her kids were happy and her husband was firmly by her side. The fear of him slipping away altogether had seemed so real mere months ago, but from the way that Ben was fondly joking around with her as they walked made it feel as if their relationship was as strong as ever.

She finally had her Ben back, the Ben that she had fallen head over heels for all those years ago in their crappy apartment building, the Ben that she would happily spend every waking moment of her life with just so that she could see him smile…the Ben that she wasn’t going to lose again. She’d come so close before, but that was not going to happen again. That she was sure of.

anonymous asked:

If your taking requests rn then could you do companions reacting to a sole that is really into history and can tell them all about the history in the commonwealth and stuff? Like whether they would be interested or not?

Ada – She finds their historical knowledge to be quite interesting and makes for great entertainment while out on the road. She’ll ask questions to show she’s interested and will often save the data accumulated by Sole for reference at a future time, perhaps for when she’s travelling with other companions or friends of hers.

Cait – The historical mumbo jumbo wouldn’t be of much interest to Cait. As far as she’s concerned, it was a dead civilisation that had it coming and considering none of the buildings or places had any real relevance to them currently, she would most likely just ignore whatever they were blabbing about and continue on her way.

Codsworth – He’d humour Sole, after all, he himself was around back then also and had a somewhat functioning knowledge of Boston. He may even throw in a few odd facts here and there that Sole may not have known but he’ll always play along and pretend to be interested, despite the fact that it was almost physically painful for him to remember a time where the atom bomb hadn’t pillaged all that was beautiful from the world.

Curie – Of course she would be the most excited about Sole’s historical knowledge. She would be eager to hear everything they have to say, writing it down or making sure to lock it away in her memory so she can record it all when safely tucked in to a settlement. She’ll be the perfect little student, asking questions and paying close attention to all Sole says, even asking sometimes to take the historical route to their destination so she can learn some more.

Danse – He would be interested in the knowledge Sole has to share, not really so much for the historical side of things but for the prospect of potentially finding and recovering objects of interest that may benefit the Brotherhood’s cause. For example, an artefact pertaining to the creation of power armour or fusion cores or laser weaponry which the scribes back on the Prydwen would find beneficial in regards to improving their arsenal. Despite his interest in history, the Paladin would humour Sole and listen to what they have to say.

Deacon – He’d like to say he was all knowledgeable but when it comes to history Deacon would be easily outshined by Sole who held such a passion for all things lost to clutches of time. He’d be deeply interested in most of what they had to say, things like radical movements, early colonisation and various other political and oftentimes never thought about turning points of the pre-war world. He’d be less interested in the buildings and statues and more interested in the ideological side of them, which – considering his affiliation with the Railroad – is not at all surprising.

Hancock – He’d be pretty used to other ghouls reminiscing about the pre-war days and the way the Commonwealth was before the big boom, but hearing the odd little facts and historical knowledge Sole almost constantly rattled off while out and about was really quite refreshing. After all, he knew the Commonwealth wasn’t so pretty and he needn’t hear about it non-stop from some ghoul still stuck way back when, so to have Sole spew raw historical knowledge would peak his interest greatly. Learning about the history of where he’s been living all this time would become a little bit of a hobby for Mayor Hancock.

MacCready – He wouldn’t really care too much for the past and history as such, but he would see it is important to Sole and so he wouldn’t tell them to can it. Instead, he’d go along with Sole whilst singing a little tune in his head. It was less painful that way because as far as he was concerned, knowing the history behind a rundown building doesn’t change the fact that said building would crappy shelter from a radstorm. Although he would suppose it would be nice to teach Duncan a thing or two about the world they lived in, so he might just pay attention.

Nick Valentine – Hearing Sole speak about the history of the Commonwealth would be like a major blast from the past for Nick. Bittersweet memories would come flooding back and leave him smiling slightly as he listens to Sole, even though he probably already knew most of what they were saying but still. Waves of nostalgia would wash through him, even though he specifically had not ever lived in such a world Sole was reminiscing about. Yet he’d still nod along and enjoy all they had to say, for better or for worse.

Old Longfellow – He’d nod along and murmur affirmatives whenever Sole spills out some history crap, not really caring much for the pre-war days considering its all ash and rubble now. Though the old guy wouldn’t have it in his heart to shut Sole up when he sees the sparkle in their eyes whenever they start talking. Instead, he’d just scull half a bottle of whiskey and continue on beside them, nodding along a feigning interest.

Piper Wright – She’ll actually enjoy hearing what they have to say about the area where she has lived her entire life and knew hardly any history about. She’ll be surprised at some of the things she hears, jotting down the notes and odd little facts here and there that she thinks might interest Nat for when she gets home. Piper may even start including in her articles a column based solely on history so the people of Diamond City can imagine a world they could only dream about. After all, Piper knew all too well how powerful hope and determination can be sometimes. Perhaps Diamond City can one day prosper like the long lost city it was nestled in.

Preston Gavery – Preston is a bit of a history buff himself, although it mostly concerned Minutemen related events and landmarks nowhere near the level of knowledge Sole had. He would still be interested in what Sole knows even if it’s not related to the Minutemen, wishing not for the first nor the last time that the world hadn’t turned out that way and instead made peace with each other. He often finds himself missing a world he never lived in as a result.

Strong – He wouldn’t care much for the history of the Commonwealth, what with him being a super mutant and all. He wouldn’t see the need in remembering all that Sole did about the past because there’s no going back to the way things were, he’d rather remember a nice stew for Yao Guai meat rather than the history of some old, crumbling building.

X6-88 – The Institute never taught him much in regards to the history of the Commonwealth, it just focused mainly around the types of structures he would encounter and various buildings of interest that could potentially house materials and intelligence the Institute could use. Given that, X6 would find Sole’s recount of various historical facts about the places they were visiting and walking by as fascinating, although irrelevant to their survival and the Institute’s future prosperity. He’d like hearing Sole reminisce about the landmarks and what they stood for during the pre-war days, it would make a nice change and would also make long trips somehow seem shorter in time for him.

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I always wanted to write a comic, but sadly reality is a thing and being a comic artist is an unstable, straining job. Either way, I still enjoy building my crappy little universe and drawing the characters from time to time, so I figured I should share these drawings of them (since this was originally gonna be an art blog oops). All of them have the perfect phone wallpaper size cause honestly it’s kind of a cool format to use.

samyazaz  asked:

Matt/Foggy, "You are on the police’s most wanted list but you’re in my pet shop asking about how to care for your pet lizard and you are very passionate about it. So yes I am a bit flustered" from your make-it-so-fandom tag.

(Went with a kitten instead of a lizard, as one does.)

The Devil of Hell’s Kitchen is standing at Foggy’s register, cradling the world’s cutest, tiniest kitten in his big gloved hands.

“I’m glad you’re open,” he’s saying in a sort of incongruously gentle voice, even if there’s some gravel behind it. “I want to make sure she’s okay.”

“I’m …” Foggy trails off, and wonders if he should be calling Brett, and if he would find himself punched to death if he did. “Technically I’m not open? But on nights with lots of explosions I like to come down and make sure that none of the in-store animals are upset. Do you want me to take her? It’s not going to be hard to find someone to take a kitten that cute.”

“I …” The Devil of Hell’s Kitchen pulls the kitten a little closer to his chest. It looks kind of ridiculous, a ball of grey tabby fluff against the new costume, which Foggy still thinks is overkill. “I was thinking of keeping her.”

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So imagine person A in your polyship is a poor college student with a family that, well, isn’t on the Christmas card list anymore. They recently moved into a crappy apartment building an hour away from their college on foot. The rest of your polyship lives either in the building or around town and end up becoming a second family to person a. So, of course:

- who’s the single parent?

- who’s the quirky hippie who probably could afford a much nicer place than they have?

- who’s the one working four jobs who sympathises fully with the ‘I have two dollars and a paperclip to pay rent’ struggle?

- who’s the coffee shop employee who notices person A is always quietly studying with the cheapest coffee and ends up catering to and entire apartment building?

- who’s the college classmate who comes over for a project and ends up befriending someone and is now sort of here?

- who’s the asshole who got kicked out of three apartments before now and isn’t even trying to keep this one?

- who’s the cat hoarder?

- who’s the person who has a job that…isn’t entirely legal?

- who’s the activist someone finds protesting outside A’s college and who keeps trying to raise money to get A out of there and accidentally gets roped into this mess?

- who’s the person with either a mental disorder or a disability that’s pretty honest about why they can’t afford anything better and exactly how many punches they’d like to give their country in general?

- who’s the scientist that nearly burnt their apartment down?

- who’s the person that attempts to fight A’s family?

- who’s the established couple who love each other too much and can’t afford anything better than a studio?

- who’s the older one who’s never quite sure if they’re a parent or a friend?

- who’s the self-made millenial trying to get person A to believe in themself?

- who’s the person with a crafty profession and sixty potted plants?

- who’s the person who hates being poor, and tries to look rich?