With all due respect, I think I’ll sit and wait and watch that fandom when it hits NA shores so I can tell what firestorms to avoid before I get into it. Seeing drama before it even officially comes out in English… ehh. Not good.
So this is the Model Home inside the Gibson house in Minefield in Fallout 3.
When I first started playing 3 I stumbled into Minefield during the Wasteland Survival quest. I saw this little model and I was extremely excited when I saw it had a very hard lock on it- I thought there was going to be some rad loot in it. So I leveled up and spent a good portion of my skill points on lockpicking so I could open it. Then when I returned and opened it and saw that it only contained low grade misc. items I was pissed. This sent my character on a violent killing spree across the Wastes.
Did anyone else have a similar reaction?
-It’s 2 am but you’re craving cake and we’re both up anyway so let’s bake in our underwear AU-
Okay, so I couldn’t resist this AU prompt, so I took it into my own hands to deliver you this disgustingly fluffy and slightly kinky AU. Enjoy.
Obviously rated NC-17 for sexual content and such— you know the drill.
She’s lying awake— has been for a while. Staring blankly at the wall in front of her for a good hour or more has caused more than her vision to begin to become bleary. And through the haze of sleeplessness, she feels movement behind her. An arm tightens it’s hold around her stomach as his voice resonates into her skin, blowing forward the loose hair from her neck.
She sighs, wiggling in his arms until his grip loosens just enough for her to swivel around to face him.
“I was going to ask if you were awake, but I think I already know the answer to that.” With the moonlight gleaming through the cracks in the blinds, she’s just able to make out his boyish grin as he looks down at her.
“I’ve been awake for a while,” she whispers, reaching up to run her fingers through his unkept curls. “Couldn’t sleep.” And as if on cue, her rumbling stomach swoops yet again, the emptiness making itself evident. She reaches down, then, rubbing soothing circles across her belly.
“I heard that,” Peeta chuckles, shifting so that he’s leaning up on his elbow. “I can’t lie and say that I haven’t been up for a while as well— also not going to lie and say it’s not because I’m incredibly hungry.”
“You’re always hungry, though,” she says pointedly.
“So are you,” he retorts. “Well, since we’re both awake, why don’t we make something to eat?”
She lifts herself into a sitting position, rubbing her eyes tiredly before glancing being Peeta at the clock. It flashes 2:04.
“Peeta…it’s two in the morning.”
“So? If you haven’t noticed, it’s our house, and we can do whatever we please at two in the morning.” She rolls her eyes, shaking her head. “So, what would you like?”
“I can choose anything?” she asks, raising her eyebrows questioningly.