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gordvendomewhore · 4 years

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Do the preps have any hobbies?

hey anon!! thank you for the ask, this was pretty fun and easy to work on since i already had a pretty set idea on what the preps like to do in their spare time :))

hope you enjoy reading <3

derby:

putting down poor people.

jokes aside (god knows this isn’t a joke though), i think derby is secretly a big nerd

he probably spends a lot of time analyzing old historical literature and artwork, or even studying french (since it’s canon that he knows at least a little bit due to his voice lines)

and while those things seem all fancy and rich and cool, it’s still,,,, SUPER nerdy

and derby definitely knows this, oh of course he does

but he hides behind the prestige of it all in order to cover his ass smh

huh it’s weird how the arts used to be so heavily associated with wealthy culture AKDJSKDKD now all creative people are just gay and depressed

which,, derby fits into the categories of

he’s probably a day drinker too ❤️

bif:

bif has no personality outside of being a boxer. he is, sadly, a one trick pony.

OKAY but to not do bif any injustice, i will say that he is 100% the type of person to have a little backyard garden that is essentially his child

he’d name his plants, set up watering schedules, talk to them about his day and the latest bullshit derby has put him through, play music for them

canonically, bif would NEVER do this. but that does not change that he is the TYPE of person who would.

gord:

shopping. his hobby is shopping.

when he’s sad? shopping. happy? time for a trip to aquaberry. angry? no better way to blow off some steam than by shopping. stressed? daddy’s credit card is already out and ready.

gord probably gets bored of shopping for himself all the time so he forces the other preps to be his little dolls and dresses them up

they all hate it with a passion, but will gord ever stop?

no. the answer is no.

tad:

baking 💕💕💕💕

i know that tad baking was only mentioned in one singular voice line but GOD how did rockstar ever expect me to NOT latch onto that voice line for the rest of my life

anyway yes tad loves to bake 💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕

he probably hid his interest since,,, he got into baking in order not to get teased

and he 100% stopped baking after the Pitchfork Incident

but i like to think that at one point he opens up about it even if it isn’t anytime soon, or even fit for his canonical personality

i just want tad to be happy :(

also this isn’t exactly a hobby but tad is the type of person to fold laundry when he gets sad

parker:

i feel like parker would be into real soft domestic shit, like crocheting and sewing

he probably makes little sweaters for the gnomes at the harrington house

or maybe even little stuffed animals for himself

like,,, there’s no way to convince he otherwise

one year he made all the preps matching mittens and everyone wore it for the entirety of winter in order to not hurt parker’s feelings

parker is so cute i PHYSICALLY cannot handle it

chad:

chad is one of the preps who has canonical hobbies outside of boxing, so we got got some starting ground woohoo

so canonically, chad boxes and takes flute lessons, and then he used to be apart of the glee club and he used to run track

we also know that the scar on his cheek is from fencing, so yeah we can assume that he fences

(or used to fence, since i HC that chad quit after he got his scar)

look at my boy being so multitalented omg i love him

as i have said before, and will ALWAYS repeat, i think chad is a completionist

he likes to try everything at least once, and so i think he has a lot of skills and hobbies that he does on the side

he’s the type of person that gets stressed if he has too much free time LMAO he constantly needs to be doing something

justin:

justin fucking does SPORTS for FUN

he canonically boxes and swims, but he probably does,,,, other,,,,, sports,,,,,,,,

uhhh what are. sports

HAHA okay okay but he probably plays tennis, lacrosse, golf, maybe he even does archery

justin would do those rich boy type of sports, the ones that have prestige and make him seem all cool and fancy

i think that he’s is similar to chad in the sense that they both need something to keep them busy and occupied since they don’t like having too much free time

and to fill up his time, justin does a lot of hobbies that involve physical activity which is valid

bryce:

he watches a lot of movies/tv shows in his free time

he probably listens to a bunch of audio books too lmao

it’s a good way to escape reality and are all good forms of media that keep bryce entertained yet not too distracted

he canonically works at boat & yacht which is,,, a yacht club LMAOO it’s in the name, but with bryce just being a high schooler, i really doubt he’s doing any high ranking special job

so he’s probably just stuck with working the front desk or working as a server/water

(or a caddie if boat & yacht is also a country club; a caddie is someone who carries around a golfer’s clubs and sometimes they help with other things)

so he has a lot of time to watch/listen to things as he works his job!!

pinky:

she owns a blog where she trashes on people at bullworth and rants about her life

she would be totally dedicated to it LMAOOO she’s the 2000s equivalent of those dumb tea spilling accounts

oh and the 2000s equivalent of vloggers

pinky also loves doing nails and like gord, forces the preps to sit down through hours of home nail care and spa days

imagine the preps with all these colorful nail colors,,,, they said screw toxic masculinity

and that’s it!! so sorry this post is long akdjsjd im on mobile and my posts also don’t pop up in the tags if i add a cut

but yeah thanks for reading!! i tried to be a lot more lighthearted with this post, since i think i worry too much about making everything seem perfect or accurate

in the long run it’s just my interpretation of some random video game characters, so who cares whether or not it’s perfect??

reblogs are appreciated and also feel free to leave more requests woo 💕💕

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wowtobio · 4 years

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Hey there!! Could I request some summer first date hcs for bokuto, akaashi and noya?? Thank you so much, hope you're doing great!!

⋆ ˚｡⋆˚Bokuto, Akaashi and Nishinoya Summer First Date Headcanons˚⋆｡˚ ⋆

no thank you! i hope u like it :) and i’m great ty, i hope ur doing better! (summer is around the corner and corona still lingers. let us pretend we ain’t on lockdown in fear of the virus for these hcs. with that said, stay inside, wash your hands and be safe everyone ! ❥)

warnings: none | genre: fluff

Bokuto

Bokuto for sure lives for the heat of summer. If you both are together when the sun lingers for longer along with its heat, expect to do something active with the energetic guy.

Most likely your guys’ first date would be going to the beach and you guessed it: play some good ol’ volleyball!

If you already know how to play, it would be some fun rallies between the two of you playfully competing against each other and seeing who gets the most points. Loser buys ice cream of course.

If you don’t know how to play he is more than happy to teach you everything from the basics to actual gameplay. Be prepared though, he’ll get overly excited and probably ramble on and on about how amazing of a spiker he is and why you should take after him. You just roll your eyes and smack the back of his head in a playful manner, which erupted the owl-head into dramatic cries.

You’re surprisingly really good and pick up the sport very quickly, and Bokuto praises you to no end. He would even pick you up and spin you around after you make your first serve over the net. At first you are screaming wildly for Bokuto to put you down but eventually you say screw it and laugh along with him. After he puts you down you can’t help but pout at him and he laughs loudly at your cute face.

You miss his occasional glances and stares at you in a bikini

Afterwards, you both sit on the shoreline on a towel, out of breath from the fun day you both experienced. The glowing shades of yellow and orange from the sunset cascades over the relaxing flow of the ocean waves giving it a shiny, almost illuminating gleam.

Your head rests on Bokuto’s broad shoulder, hand wrapped loosely around his as you both sit in comfortable silence taking in the glows from the sunset. It’s quite a rare moment to catch Bokuto being calm and quiet so you savor this moment.

Bokuto tears his eyes away from the view and peeks down at you, placing a loving kiss on the top of your forehead and you sigh with content.

“I can’t wait for our future dates (y/n)-chan!”

Akaashi

Akaashi is a simple man, dates with him reflect that. Sweet and simple, nothing too over the top.

Maybe a date to a cute cafe that recently opened up nearby school. You constantly walk past it with him, claiming sometimes you want to give it a try but never got the chance too due to how busy you both were. Akaashi of course remembers such a minor detail and surprises you by taking you there for your first date.

Overjoyed, you excitedly grab ahold of his sleeve and rush in and take a seat. He chuckles at your eagerness and you ignore him, exploring the menu. The menu’s nice. Cute and simple. Straight to the point, just like him.

Your orders are soon taken and you both have a light conversation of how your weeks went. The cafe’s warm ambience and decor added nicely to the situation.

The light breeze coming from the opening of the doorway brushes lightly against your being. Clad in a cute, flowy skirt and a simple white thin top, Akaashi couldn’t help but let a small compliment escape his mouth. You flush red and quickly glance towards the window.

The streets had a couple folks walking the sidewalks, ice cream carts attracting playing children nearby, the sun shone brightly upon the view.

The light sound of drinks and plates being placed down in front of you snap you out of your trance. Ecstatic at the pretty plating, you quickly take out your smartphone and snap a few photos. Akaashi once again chuckles beautifully, catching your attention.

“You’re too cute you know”

You both eat your plates and drink your drinks. You were practically basking in happiness, the food tasted amazing. However, you still eyed Akaashi’s pretty plate of chocolate cake and curiosity gleams over your eyes. Ofc the setter notices.

He offers to spoon-feed you. He. Offers. And you’re soon a stuttering blushing mess. Akaashi doesn't admit it aloud but he was thoroughly enjoying the whole thing.

After some convincing, he eventually feeds you a bite of the rich chocolate cake. Heat spreads on your face, Akaashi surprisingly has a tint of pink on his cheeks as well. You two switch in eating the dessert and are both satisfied with the visit.

He offers to pay! Ofc he’s a gentlemen. And he walks you home as the sun sets, pinkies intertwined with his. akaashi is a pinky-holder idc what anyone says. You don’t hesitate to bid him farewell with a kiss on the cheek, and he kisses your hand lovingly. The night ends with two happy, warmed souls and anticipation for your flourishing relationship.

Nishinoya

Like Bokuto, Nishinoya seems to never run out of energy. However, I feel like your guys’ first date would be more on the chill side.

I imagine it like a mini picnic. You would cook and prep all of Noya’s favorite food, drinks and snacks and when you present it to him all on a cute blanket of yours he would just get all teary-eyed and amazed.

Probably tackle you on the blanket and squeeze the life out of you claiming you were the best girlfriend ever :’)

You both indulge and feed each other delicious snacks and laugh about your days. Chatting away. If Noya isn’t running his mouth then he is intently listening to your own stories.

He would most definitely bring a volleyball with him and he would just bounce the ball up and down and lazily play around with it on the grass nearby as you lay down on your soft blanket just watching him. You’re of course mesmerized by his perfect form. When he flashes you a bright smile and thumbs up you smile back.

“I only play the best for you (y/n)-chan!”

After Nishinoya tires himself out, he collapses on top of you with no shame and you burn a bright red. He just lays on top of your chest with his eyes close and you bring your hands up to pet his hair.

The trees from up above providing you two shade rustles its leaves due to the light summer breeze that passes by. You stare up at the sky, it’s electric blue contrasting the white, puffy clouds casually floating by remind you of the relationship that has just blossomed for you and the libero currently resting on you.

Eventually he knocks out, his light snoring and even breathing being a dead give-away and you smile contently. Not in a creepy way, you stare and admire his sleeping face. He just looks so soft!! You poke his cheek, he doesn’t react and you giggle.

As you lay there, cradling Nishinoya’s head atop your chest you feel even more warmth erupt in the spot he’s laying on. Hands entangling in his soft black locks, you feel your eyes droop from an unknown weight and you can’t help but think to yourself; this is summer.

a/n: sorry if akaashi was a little bit longer, i just couldn’t help myself and come up with a bunch of scenarios for his and i love him hehe. either way thank you guys for reading and thank you so so much for 300 followers!! that’s just crazy to me omg i love y’all :)

ok bye bye, ily !!

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badcowboy69 · 6 years

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Feeding Knowledge to a Fever

This was an abandoned WIP of mine. I found it semi started in my files and thought it’d be nice to modify it and finish it. So, here ya go. Simple and pure fluff between my courier six Travis Blackfox and @zoey-and-dakota‘s sole survivor Riley White. This story takes place in the early part of their relationship and will be Travis’ first time experiencing the chill of fall in the Commonwealth. It’s also short compared to what I usually write....it’s five pages. It’s also very safe for work. Thanks for reading and as always reblogs, comments, and questions are always welcomed! Thank you! Under the read more thing due to length.

The sun had just set on Diamond City allowing the chill of autumn to slowly creep in. The scent of burning wood billowing from chimneys filled the air as the residents began to settle down for a long evening. At the dwelling called Home Plate, Riley White and his partner, Travis Blackfox, were prepping for a peaceful night together as well.

Today was game night for the couple and the fun usually lasted until the wee hours of the morning. After that, if they weren’t too tired or drunk off their rockers, they were prone to find something a bit more physical to do before succumbing to sleep. While Travis made his way upstairs to get his deck of Caravan cards, Riley began to brew a fresh pot of coffee to not only warm them, but help give their energy a boost.

“Coffee’s almost done, Travis!” Riley called moments later while he brought out their coffee mugs and the sugar bowl. He waited for Travis’ typical ‘a’yup” response, but got none. “Did you hear me? Coffee’s about ready.”

Still not getting a reply, he set the mugs down on the bar and went to the bottom of the stairs. He looked up towards their loft bedroom, but saw and heard no movement. “You ok?” he inquired.

A soft, pained grunt hit his ears making him arch an eyebrow. Ascending the wooden stairs, Riley took a quick glance around the dimly lit room and spotted his shirtless lover sitting slumped on the bed. “Travis..is something wrong? Are you alright?” he asked with mounting concern as he made his way to Travis’ side.

Travis shrugged and the very act made him groan and lean his elbows heavily on his knees. “Ain’t right...came on all of a sudden. Been feeling shitty, but I’ve been fighting it. Throat hurts...head...feel weak.”

Riley took a seat next to him and gently placed his hand on Travis’ bare shoulder. He gasped in surprise feeling how hot his partner's flesh was. “Shit, babe, you're burning up, “ he said in concern while placing the back of his hand against Travis’ brow. “Possibly got yourself a fever.”

“Thought I was just getting over tired so’s that’s why I ain’t said nothing,” Travis muttered while leaning wearily against Riley. “I'm sorry.”

“Sorry? You've done nothing wrong. Listen, let's get you tucked in. I'll get you some aspirin and bring up our coffee. We'll stay snuggled and warm here the rest of the night. How does that sound? Would you like that?”

Travis slowly nodded and flopped onto his side with a grunt while he squirmed to get under the covers. Riley stood and and helped cover his partner with the quilt. He pulled it up over Travis’ shoulders and tucked it around him comfortably. Inclining his head forward, Riley gently pressed his lips against Travis’ warm brow. “Try and relax. I won't be long.”

Heading downstairs, Riley sought out the small medical bag he kept behind the bar. Digging through it he found the pill bottle and shoved it in his pocket. Getting an idea he grabbed a flask off the counter and filled it with some whiskey. Not only would alcohol help Travis wash the meds down, but it would help relax and further warm him. Taking a quick swig from the flask, Riley stuffed it in his other pocket then went to prepare their coffee.

After sugaring it how Travis liked, Riley added a dollop of cazador honey (brought back from his visit to New Vegas) to help soothe Travis’ throat. Carefully gathering the steaming mugs he next made his way upstairs to his ill partner. “I’m really sorry you aren’t feeling well. I’m sure this northern weather isn’t exactly something you’re used to right yet,” Riley commented as he placed a mug on the little table next to where Travis lay. “Hopefully these aspirins will help. My experience in doctoring isn’t exactly too high up there, but I most certainly won’t cause your demise.”

Travis twitched his moustache and grimaced over Riley’s attempt at a little joke. “That’s mighty kind of you,” he rasped while taking the aspirins and flask from him. Travis popped the pills in his mouth then took a few deep swallows from the flask before he handed it back to Riley.

Taking a mouthful of alcohol himself, Riley went to his side of the bed and set his mug down on the nightstand. “The best thing for you now is to rest and let those meds work on you. Getting something warm inside of you should help even more.”

“Like you?” Travis jested and wished he hadn't as he began coughing.

“Glad to see you haven't lost your sense of humor,” Riley smirked as he stripped down to his boxers. Flipping back the covers he crawled into bed and gathered up his coffee, gently blowing on it before taking a sip. “I think I’m going to catch up with my journal entries. I am a little behind with that. Is there anything else I can do for you before I start, or are you set?” Riley asked while reaching for his book and pencil.

"Well... I'd love hearing a pre-war story...love hearing your voice...relaxes me," Travis said as he gingerly sipped his coffee.

"A story? Travis, you need rest, not listen to my ramblings," Riley replied as he reached over and absently began stroking Travis' hair, letting the black strands sift through his fingers. Travis shifted his position and gazed up at Riley, his blue eyes shining eagerly. Riley sighed and gave a soft chuckle. He could never quite tell Travis no, especially when it came to talking about some pre-war topic. "Fine. What is it you'd like to hear about?"

The ends of Travis' moustache lifted to a weary grin which quickly disappeared as he began to cough. "The old west," he grunted while taking a mouthful of coffee. "Cowboys mostly...I wanna know about all that stuff.”

Riley inwardly groaned. Even though history was right up his alley, cowboys wasn't a topic he was totally savvy with. Hopefully the limited knowledge he did have would be more than enough to satisfy his own cowboy. "Well," he began slowly, not exactly sure how to start this pre-war history lesson. "The word cowboy comes from the Spanish word vaquero as I’m sure you might know. Buckaroo, from what I gather, is English speaking people back in the day not knowing how to say vaquero correctly.”

Taking a sip of his coffee, Riley took a moment to ponder what information he could even tell Travis that would be new. Travis had a decent knowledge of the pre-war west thanks to his vaquero ghoul friend Raul. There was also a small assortment of books dealing with colonizing the west up in the penthouse that he knew Travis read countless times. For that matter, Mister House no doubt had plenty of discussions with the courier about such things.

Furrowing his brow, Riley considered asking if there was a more generalized topic Travis was interested in. The western subject was rather vast and varied and Riley honestly had no clue where to start. Fortunately, Travis unwittingly helped the situation. “How's about the cowboys in movies? Was the west much different in how it's portrayed on holotapes?”

“Movies? Ummm...oh! Hell yes! Western movies hardly came close to accurately depicting the true life of cowboys. In fact movies had it where basically anyone wearing a Stetson was considered a cowboy. White hats were the good guys while black hats were the bad.”

“Reckon I'm a bad cowboy, huh?”

Riley smirked and took a swallow of his coffee before reaching for his flask. “Not even close,” he grinned as he poured the whiskey into his mug. Seeing Travis had his mug held out to him, Riley poured the remainder of the alcohol into it then settled back comfortably against the covers.

“Anyway,” he continued. “Cowboy life was almost always shown as a glamorous one. Huge herds of prime cattle, champion horses, the finest gear. Real cowboys were usually poor men simply trying to make a buck or two. Movie cowboys were also portrayed as dashing, clean cut white men. In reality most cowboys were people of color and that included Native Americans. Speaking of Indians, they weren't even portrayed by Natives in movies or television shows, but rather they were mostly Italians.”

Travis snorted, “That's mighty stupid. Why'd they go and do that for?”

“Mighty stupid as you said, but it's a story for another time.” Riley paused from his banter to finish the last of his drink. Glancing to his left he noticed Travis looking as if he were finally fading from the waking world. As Riley placed his empty mug on the nightstand he asked, “How are you feeling, Travis? Do you still want me to continue?”

Travis nodded while staring at the remainder of his drink. He swirled the contents around before downing it. “S-sure,” he said behind his hand as he tried to stifle a yawn.

Riley smirked and took Travis’ mug before he ended up dropping it. Gathering his ill cowboy in his arms and making him comfortable, Riley continued with his unusual history lesson. “One interesting fact about the life of a cowboy is there were a lot of gays joining the roundups. Back in those days folks had to hide their sexuality. No one cared what people did out on the range as long as the job got done. Many gay men knew it was the one way they could be themselves without being judged.”

Snuggling down against Riley’s chest, a soft sound escaped Travis’ throat making Riley wonder if he had fallen asleep at last. A few moments passed and Riley was about to reach for his journal again when the dozing Travis suddenly started to caress over his arm. “Y’all finished?” he drawled.

“I could be if you’d like me to be,” Riley chimed as he tightened his arms around his lover. Travis shook his head no and voiced his interest in hearing more of what Riley has to offer. “Don’t force yourself to listen to me ramble. You need rest.”

“Ain’t forcing nothing...one more story, then I’ll go to sleep.”

“Very well.” Riley began to sift his fingers through Travis’ hair while trying to think of a random tidbit of information on the Hollywood version of cowboys. “Here’s a little bit of trivia. The reason cowboys used to sing sad, lonely songs was mostly for soothing the skittish cattle they watched over. I’m wanting to bet that style of songs was where country music came from eventually. In Hollywood the singing bled into a lot of the shows and almost every actor was now a country singer or vice-versa. Gene Autry is one such actor. Roy Rogers and Dale Evans were a very popular duo and…”

“They're from that song!” Travis excitedly interrupted.

“What song?”

“Let's ride into the sunset together! Part that goes something like I'll be your Dale. I'll be your Roy. I know you heard it back in Vegas.”

Riley thought about it for a moment and suddenly recalled the sweet little country song. “I seem to remember you most certainly did like it. You blasted it and Big Iron every time they played.”

Travis nodded against him when his entire body suddenly relaxed. The minor burst of energy gone thanks to his pending illness. “Y-yeah...I like that song. Riley...can I...can I be your Dale and you be my Roy?”

Chuckling, Riley rested his chin on Travis’ head. I’d love that, but you do know the Dale they’re referring to was a woman, right?”

“Nuh-uh!”

“Uh-huh! Husband and wife team...very popular and beloved. They had a big ranch named the Double R Bar and were in plenty of films...even had their own television show.”

“Dale’s a dumb name for a girl,” Travis grunted as he began lightly caressing his hand over Riley’s arm.

Riley felt Travis’ touch falter every few seconds showing the cowboy’s fight to stay awake was finally coming to an end. “How about you forget about the name thing. Let’s keep the song as I’ll be your Riley and you’ll be my Travis. Does that sound good? Would you like that better?”

A series of unintelligible sounds came from Travis before he lifted his hand up to wave off the conversation. “S’ok...I’ll be Dale...ain’t...uhhh...ain’t shavin’ and...and ain’t wearin’ no dress, though.”

Riley blinked behind his glasses and couldn’t help but chuckle and shake his head at the odd reply. Apparently Travis was suffering from a mild bout of delirium brought on by either the fever, exhaustion, or the bit of alcohol he consumed with his coffee. Maybe it was a combo of all three. “Fine. No dress. You haven’t the legs for one anyway,” Riley jested while bowing his head down to give Travis a tender kiss on top of his head.

He waited for a response, but got none. It was then he felt the steady breathing and weight on his chest indicating that his partner finally passed out. Smiling to himself and hugging Travis to him, Riley said quietly, “Sleep well and get well fast my little buckaroo.”

Fin~

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