I was tagged by @broodwolf221 for WIP Wednesday! And I know it’s Friday not Wednesday but life has been super exam stress busy so here are some of the things I’m like working on :D
I will also tag some people, participate if you want toooooo maybe I never know who to tag 💛💛💛
@intranetprincess @satiricalkat @ray-elgatodormido @luubyart @sswitchblade03
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My fallout courier darla and also some dragon age origin background practice and such
I love them a lot they make me physically sick
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Adventure ↠ Dean x Reader
➼ Word Count » 0.6k
➼ Warnings » None
➼ Summary » Platonic/Romantic, Fluff
“We’re headed to Vegas, darling! You and I are gonna make a name for ourselves. Stars in the center of the wastes!” Dean never seemed to stop talking in the few weeks you'd been traveling with him. He'd just go on and on about what he wanted the future to hold, and currently, he wanted the end to hold both of your names in neon signs and spotted lights. As lovely as it sounded, you weren't exactly one for big crowds and fancy stages, you'd instead want to do something backstage.
"Vegas? I thought you let go of your 'getting rich' obsession."
"I let go of the Madre, not my career." He retorted, brushing the dust and sand off of his suit. "Besides, we're gonna need somewhere other than a shed to sleep in if we want to continue living out here."
"We?" You repeated, smiling teasingly at the ghoul, "Don't say things like that too loud, people might talk."
His eyes flicked over the rim of his glasses, meeting your own momentarily, "So what? Would that really be so bad?"
You shrugged, noting the shift of tone in his voice as he spoke, "Depends, what kind of reputation do you want to uphold?"
He chuckled, "Let me worry about that, dear, I've got most everything worked out."
"Oh yeah?" You said, curiosity dripping from your speech, "What's the plan for when we make it to Vegas?"
"I'll get myself a job, of course! Be an entertainer in one of the casinos and you could do―well, whatever you do best, I suppose."
Whatever you do best? A bodyguard perhaps? You're pretty decent with a rifle, and you made it out of the Madre alive, didn't you? You could act as a hired gun around the surrounding towns while Dean made a name for himself. Yeah, you decided, that'd work out just fine with you.
"Sure, just don't forget about me when you’re famous." You joked. Well, it came out as a joke, but it was something you were genuinely concerned about, you just didn't know how else to bring it up in conversation.
"Forget about you? No, my dear, I couldn't! It's too late for that! So far, you're the only person I've got! Besides, you're too capable for me to simply hire a hit. No, I'd much prefer that you and I were on good terms, from now until we part to our graves." It wasn't the best response you could've gotten, but it answered your question and gave you a slight surge of confidence in the process.
"Alright, Dean, let's go get rich!" You proclaimed, punching his shoulder.
This certainly wasn't what you thought you'd be doing once you escaped, but it wasn't entirely unwanted. The strange relationship you had with the lounge singer could work out nicely if the two of you compromised with each other and worked hand in hand.
Despite what Dean preached, you weren't sure what your future would hold. Everything here with Dean would continue to be one grand adventure―a chance into the unknown with the unknown, but that was all a part of it, wasn't it? If the two of you wanted to begin again you had to let go of the things you found familiar. It was all a part of this unique journey you both decided to trail behind. The biggest difference in the scheme of it all was that now you’d both have someone to fall back on―a plan B so to speak. Someone that you had shared a part of your history with. You had to admit, you were a little excited about what Vegas had in store for you both.
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Incorrect quotes:
Daniel: Joshua wants to fight because the White Legs have stoked naked flame inside of him. You, you see the light, but do not yet feel the heat.
Red: Listen ma dude, I've legit fought the legion's main camp, 1 on 1 with nothing but my guns, an eyebot and a depressed sniper.
I know what heat feels like! What you are dealing with is nothing but a tiny flame cause ... huh ... you haven't seen me ! Hell is jealous of my flames baby!
Daniel : You should not be proud of-
Red : Dude ... please shut up.
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