long trench coats

Okay but.

Have you ever considered…Nick Valentine and his relationship with children?

That he had been in Diamond City for so many years that he’s probably seen the citizens grow from little ones, into adults and then starting families with children of their own?

That he probably always smiles to himself when he hears the news of another member of Diamond City giving birth to a new bundle of joy, and knowing that even though the world is dangerous – that they now have a new little star to light their way in the darkness. (And later going to introduce himself to them and the happy parents, because babies always seem fascinated by his glowing eyes, and he loves their bubbling)

Or that Nick more than likely goes out of his way to learn the names of the children of Diamond City, and does his best to become a mentor to them and answer any and all questions that they have for him – because the children were never afraid of what he was – and are always overjoyed when “Cool Detective Nick” gives them extra attention when he’s not on a case.

“Why do ya smoke, Mista Valentine?”
“Cus it helps this ol’ noggin of mine feel relaxed, kid.”
“Can I smoke too?”
“Aw, I don’t think so, pal. You don’t wanna wind up a dusty old mess like me, do ya?”

Think about Nick bringing one of the kids from the School House in with him to his office after their classes, and Ellie rolling her eyes playfully.

“Another one? Nick, really?” She would say with a sweet giggle, and Nick would ruffle the kid’s head and lean down to their height to place his hat upon their head.

“Nah, but you don’t get it, Ellie,” He would say in response to her. “This here is my lucky partner for the day.”

Now, think about Nick picking the squealing, smiling kid up over his shoulders, and carrying them out to the market place. Telling them that he needs their help, and relying on their wits and detective skills to discover just what happened to Takahashi‘s last batch of Power Noodles.

“Great job, partner! Without’cha the city would’ve been starving tonight! How, how’bout we get a bowl or two to celebrate our detective work, huh?”

Think about Nick turning fiercely protective whenever one of them are bothered by rude people on the Upper Stands, calling them “urchins” or “snot nosed brats”, or someone from the outside that had the gall to try and injure them to prove that it isn’t all fun and games, and “This is what happens to kids out here in the real world.”

Think about Nick placing a hand on the kid’s shoulder and retorting with wisecracks of his own to get the rude person to back down, or worse…standing in front of them, shielding them from the raiders and firing a warning shot, before picking up the kid and tucking them safe under his neck as they travel back home together; telling them that it will be okay.

Just…Nick Valentine and kids, okay.

Because, even though the world is a post apocalyptic hell… Nick is going to do all that he’s able to make sure that the children around him are taken care of, and above all safe, even when they’re parents aren’t able to.

And if all he can do is buy one of the kids a round of noodles, or play detective with them, or watch over them when they’re scared and crying and keep them safe from the close-minded of the city, and the outside world…by goodness, he’s going to do that.

Because he knows what it’s like to be lost in world that is too big and too terrifying for one person to take in on their own. And he knows that to overcome that fear – you need to have hope. You need to have joy, and you need to have a childhood.

And Nick is going to do all he can to make sure that the kids out in the Commonwealth get just that, even if it’s from a weathered old Synth Detective like himself.s

light wash mom jeans, chipped red nails, tall black socks bunched down, white sneakers with the laces dirty, freckles on your wrists and nose, a long cream trench coat where the belt hangs down and is never tied, a soft pink beret, wisps of hair poking out and tangling into a messy braid, nipples poking through a thin shirt, a bottle of rosé covered in raindrops in one hand and a baguette under your arm

Holy Trench Coat || Stiles S.

Word count: 1020

After watching Mr. Stilinski get into the police cruiser and drive away, I stepped out of my car from across the street holding the coat tight against me.

Immediately, my almost naked body was freezing underneath the long black trench coat and I wondered to myself if it was actually worth spending the extra twenty-five minutes in the shower shaving my legs if it only took three seconds in the cold to grow back. 

However, as I took more steps toward the house my heart started to pound so hard, it felt as if it would burst from my chest at any second.

“How did you convince yourself to do this Lyla?”  I grumbled, watching as my words came out in a gray cloud of smoke in the chilly night air. 

My uggs slapped against the road as I crossed it, walking up the driveway to the front steps. I thought about knocking, but I wanted it to be a surprise and I knew that Padre Stilinski never locked the door unless no one else was here.

Slowly, I turned the knob in my hand and for a second I thought of how this would look to an outsider. It probably seemed that I was waiting for the sheriff to leave, being all stalker like so I could rob his house, but in all reality, I wasn’t here to rob anything.

Well, unless you count Stiles’s virginity.

Now, that sounded as if I planned to rape him, which I wasn’t. I was only here trying to save both of our lives and because I’d been in love with this schmuck for the last five years and I wasn’t going to let his life end all because some stupid evil creature wanted to have virgin sacrifices.

After opening the door, I quietly shut it and walked up the steps to Stiles’s room. With every step I took, I felt my legs get weaker and my confidence falter.

What if he didn’t want to?

What if he thought I was ugly?

What if he was saving it for my sister?

That last thought struck a chord in my gut and I stopped on the stairs. It wasn’t a secret that Stiles held feeling for my sister, Lydia Martin. Hell, I had even heard him say it once.

It was the first day of sophomore year, the day after Scott was bitten by that stupid alpha, Peter. Lydia and I had just gotten out of her car when I saw Stiles and Scott talking to each other. Instead of following Lydia, like I normally did, I branched from her path and headed towards my two awkward best friends since seventh grade. 

As I walked up to them, I heard Stiles speaking. “Dude, this is the best thing that has ever happened in this town. It’s almost as great as the birth of…” Scott nudged him as I arrived in their presence, alerting Stiles, whose eyes got wide before looking away from me at my sister. “Lydia Martin.”

I raised an eyebrow, trying not to give away how much hurt was in my chest before piping up. “You know, that was my birth too, perks of being twins.”

Stiles stated some joke after that but it never left my mind and it still holds a name to a crack in my heart today. 

Shaking my head, I rid the memories of that day before continuing up the stairs. Soon, I was face-to-face with Stiles’s door and I could hear him talking inside. The sounds of a tv and gunshots rang from outside the door. 

“Take that zombie! Couldn’t get me! I’m the Alpha now, bitch!” All were things that I heard as I waited outside the door wondering how long it was going to take me before I chickened out, walked back to my car, drove home, put on some comfy pajamas, got into bed, and wondered about the what if’s that could have happened tonight.

Memories of that boy tied to a tree with his throat slit burned into my mind. I couldn’t let that happen. Not to me and certainly not to my Stiles.

Once again, I slowly turned the knob and entered the room. Stiles sat in his computer chair with a remote controller in his hand and headphones on his head as he continued to kill the zombies that approached him on the screen. He was barking orders at what I assumed was the other players in the game.

A part of me wanted to continue staring at him, but then I realized just how creepy and Edward Cullen like that really was. So, to get his attention, I cleared my throat.

As if nothing had happened, he continued to play the game yelling out vulgar things and commanding orders. 

Irritation started boiling in my veins. I tried once more to clear my throat, but it was to no avail. Finally, upset with the lack of attention I was getting (I was a Martin after all), I yelled. “Stiles!”

His hands went up in the air, letting go of his controller as it flew above his head and landed on the ground with a soft thud. His chair almost tilted backward from the sudden motion of his body as he jumped and a loud squawk left his lips.

Turning to face me, he removed the headphones from the back of his neck where they had fallen as his breaths came to him in pants. “Lyla? What the hell are you doing here and why did you scare the living crap out of me?”

Mustering all the courage I had I let the words flow from me.

“I’m not going to die a virgin Stiles, and I’m going to let you die either.”

With that, I let my hands drop from the trench coat and watched Stiles’s expression as the material pooled at my feet. The only thing left on my body was a matching set of black lace lingerie. 

His eyes went so wide, I almost expected them to pop out. A choking sound left his lips before actual words.

“Holy shit.”

Part 2? With some smut? ;)

30. Acting like children in the store, much to Sam's annoyance.

A/N: To be completely honest I don’t even remember what number this is anymore. Anyways, here’s the next one that I’ve done. Enjoy!

Word count: 832


“Look! Look! Guess who I am?” Dean says quickly, disappearing into the coat rack for a few moments before returning in a long trench coat and a pair of aviator sunglasses.

“Cas doesn’t wear sunglasses,” she remarks, grinning as she took them from his face and slipped them on.

“God, can you two grow up?” Sam mutters, rolling his eyes as she turns to him with a scowl.

“Guess who I am,” she says, glancing to Dean while lifting the sunglasses to rest on top of her head. She stands up on her tippy toes and puffs out her chest, trying to look bigger. She looks Sam right in the eyes and mimics his voice. “I don’t like having fun because I’m always so grumpy.”

“Seriously?” he murmurs as he shoots her a glare, while Dean laughs his ass off.

“Loosen up, Sam,” Dean remarks.

“Yeah,” she returns, pouting slightly. “We just killed an entire coven of vampires with like zero injuries.”

“That doesn’t mean you act like children,” Sam snaps, stalking off a little ways down the coat racks.

“Someone needs to get laid,” she mutters just loud enough for him to hear, and she looks away as he returns her glare with a frosty one of his own.

“I have an idea,” Dean murmurs quietly, sliding his hand down to grasp hers. She nods and lets him lead her away, down the aisles until they make it to the toy section.

“What are you doing?” she asks as he starts to press every button that he could find, until eventually the whole aisle fills with overlapping sounds.

“Acting like a child,” he winks and dashes around the aisle to start pressing a fresh set of buttons.

She follows his lead and presses every button that she could find on every toy, from Baby’s First ABC’s to Sofia the First to Bumble Bee from Transformers.

“Dean!” Sam yells from the next aisle over, and she squeaks nervously as he takes her hand to dash away.

“Quick, this way!” she leads him to a hat rack and throws a dog shaped beanie on, as well a her pair of aviators from before.

Dean manages to pull on a cowboy hat and a bandanna around his face before Sam finds them.

“Hey, Sweetheart, you come here often?” Dean asks her with a wink.

“Seriously, you two need to go sit in the car or something,” Sam says with a frustrated growl as he comes up behind them.

“What in tarnation?” Dean asks, and she has to stifle a giggle as he looks his brother in the eyes. “You got a problem, sonny?”

“My problem is you two,” Sam holds his ground, not seeing their humor.

“Then let’s settle this like men. With a duel,” Dean holds up a toy gun that he must have picked up from earlier and points it at Sam.

“You’re so immature!” Sam yells, rolling his eyes. “Let’s just go. While you two were goofing off I got what we needed.”

Dean lowers his toy gun and looks back to his girlfriend, making a face as their fun had to end.

“Can I keep the aviators?” she asks as she pulls off the beanie that served as a poor disguise.

“No,” Sam returns curtly, and she pouts as she sets them down with a mess of other sunglasses. “Let’s go.”

Dean shrugs as he pulls off his bandanna and hat, following after Sam like a scolded child.

They make it to the checkout line, and Dean picks up a candy bar and tosses it into the basket as Sam is placing items into the conveyor.

“Can I get a soda?” she asks, giving her best puppy dog expression to Sam, like she remembers doing as a child to her father.

“No,” Sam repeats his previous sentiment, and she crosses her arms over her chest.

“Dean got a candy bar though.”

“If you get a soda will you shut up and act your age?” Sam finally snaps, and she giggles slightly, winking at Dean subtly.

“Yes,” she agrees, and Sam finally sighs.

“Fine, get a soda,” he exhales, looking at the cashier who was a smiling older woman who seemed to find their games amusing.

She clenches her fist in victory and places a soda onto the conveyor while looking to Dean.

She winks again, and then steps on his foot. He winces slightly.

“Sam, she just stepped on my foot,” Dean sings in a mock childlike voice.

“I swear to God, I’m going to leave both of you here,” Sam threatens.

“Maybe that’s enough?” she asks Dean, noticing the pounding heartbeat in Sam’s temple. He was beyond annoyed with them, and maybe they were taking it too far.

“I guess,” Dean agrees with a long sigh.

Sam pays for their items and they follow him out to the Impala. Once everything is put away, Sam looks at the both of them with a scowl.

“Just remember, payback is a bitch.”

Story time today at school I was wearing my Slytherin scarf and this girl from a table near me comes over wearing this long black trench coat with a teeny Slytherin bagde on it and she goes “…come sit with us.” And they’re all a bunch of fucking Slytherin weebs long story short wear your house on your sleeve cause you could make lots of friends

anonymous asked:

Be my friend?

I daresay that asking anonymously kind of defeats the purpose.

If someone came up to you with a hat on, big sunglasses, giant fake beard, voice disguised, wearing a long trench coat, and asked you to be their friend, what would you say?

How do you know there’s not two short people under that coat? Do both of them want to be your friend? What if it’s only the top one? Why do they travel around like this? I have so many questions!

So Anon, I have basically just assumed that you are, in fact, two short people wearing a long coat, hat, sunglasses, and a fake beard. But it would be kind of cool to have a friend (friends, I guess) who do/does that…

A Little Love

Hanschen’s neighbors hated him.  When sweet Ernst, who baked pies whenever someone moved in and had a key to everyone else’s apartment, announced he was finally getting a roommate and the roommate was his boyfriend, everyone had been thrilled.  Wendla and Ilse across the hall had even offered to throw a party for the new guy, or at least help him move in, but Ernst had politely declined.  “He’s kind of private,” he told them, thanking them profusely for the offer.

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maskedmanlucas  asked:

Hey can you tell me about the story and why os sans having red eyes and that outfit

In the navigation section of my blog, you can find information on V!Sans :) Here’s the link to it explaining some things about him: http://hammie-heart.tumblr.com/myaus/vsans It seems long because there’s a bit of a history section at the bottom about the past leading up to the point of how Sans became who he is here.

The reason Sans would have red eyes is because of Faris who takes possession of him during the night. Faris, originally existing as another monster, had red eyes.

The outfit was Sans’ own choice. Because he was no longer ‘himself’, he decided to change his identity. He gave himself the nickname V, meaning vampire, and followed one of those modern vampire clothing stereotypes: long trench coat. His trench coat was actually inspired by the vampire antagonist in Fright Night, one of my favorite old Halloween movies <3

Another fun fact, his striped pants came from Beetlejuice and Jack Skellington of Nightmare Before Christmas, also my favorite Halloween movies.