you fools (c)

imagine MC ends up with 707, and she leaves the house one day but leaves her phone

*707 sees the phone an automatically has an idea*
*he goes into your bedroom, and puts on your signature sweater and leggings*
*he pulls a wig that almost exactly resembles your hair*
*he takes your phone, poses, and takes a picture in the mirror and sends it in the group chat*
Zen: I hope this isn’t out of line but,,,,, you look so beautiful MC. Seven is a lucky man.
Jumin: Indeed he is, she is a very elegant lady.
Jaehee: MC, weren’t you supposed to be going out today?
Yoosung: *doesn’t say anything because he KNOWS it’s 707. He’s gotten enough of his girl selfies to know.*
*Seven sends another selfie,, but it’s without the wig and he’s blowing a kiss*
*jumin has left the chat*
*jaehee has left the chat*

////mission accomplished, agent 707 out////

Love and Other Questions - Update!

Guys. Guys. I’ve got the best prank idea ever. You know what it is? Write a fic with nice, manageable 5k chapters, and then… Then write a 14k chapter for it. It’ll be great. Especially when you planned for this to be a light writing week! haha April F–oh, wait, no, that–that’s pranking myself. Crap.

Anyway, the new chapter, “Marmora,” is up now on AO3, and yes, it really is 14k. This is a big update, in more ways than one. ;)

Philip Schuyler to Elizabeth Hamilton, July-November, 1804

My Dear Dearly Beloved and Affectionate Child:

This morning Mr. Church’s letter has announced to me the severe affliction which it has pleased the Supreme being to inflict on you on me and on all dear to us.  If aught under heaven could aggravate the affliction I experience, it is that incapable of moving or being removed I cannot fly to you to pour the balm of comfort into your afflicted bosom, to water it with my tears, to solace yours and mine in this depressing situation.  Under the pressure of this most severe calamity let us seek consolation from that source where it can only be truly found, in humble resignation to the will of heaven.  Oh my Dearly Beloved Child let us unanimously entreat the Supreme being to give you fortitude to support the affliction, to preserve you to me, to your dear children and relations.  Should it please God so far to restore my strength as to enable me to go to you, I shall embrace the first moment to do it, but should it be otherwise, I entreat you my beloved Child to come home as soon as you possibly can, with my dear Grandchildren.  Your sisters will accompany you.  May Almighty God bless and protect you and pour the balm of consolation into your distressed soul is and will always be the prayer of

Your affectionate and distressed parent.

Ph. Schuyler.

My Dear dearly Beloved Child

Extreme as my distress is, and indisposed as I may have been, and still unwell, it has pleased the divine being to support me in the severe trials Bishop Moore’s account of the last moments of my dearly beloved son has conveyed great consolation to me and doubtless to you my dear afflicted child.  My Hamilton’s spirit is now in heaven and that of your parent hopes in God’s due time to meet in the abodes of bliss.  I have too long neglected the sacred ordinances directed by our Saviour, but I hope soon to become a partker and if you should be here or I in N York with you, you shall lead me to the alter with the divine ____.

The wounds in my legs bear a favorable aspect and promise a ____ the harm of the Gout although severe is a necessary condition of my constitution and when the ___ subdues, I shall probably enjoy good health for a considerable portion of time, and devote myself to those duties you and my dear grandchildren which my love and tenderness for you and them and my dear departed friend so fondly call for.

Grief is natural on such an occasion as we experience but we owe duties to the living, which together with an humble resignation to the divine should induce to exert ourselves to become calm.  A mind so pious as yours, so deeply embarrassed with the duties of a mother will feel the force of my remarks.  May indulgent heaven support you and rain those blessings on you and my dear grandchildren which your affectionate parent implores of heaven for you and them.  Let the children participate with you in my love.  Assure them of my […] invariable affection.  Adieu my dearly beloved, my amiable, my good, my virtuous child.

My Amiable and dearly beloved Child

Yesterday morning I received letters from your sisters & their husbands and one from my beloved Grandson James.  I immediately determined to go to you and made the requisite arrangements when Mr. Stringer came to drain my wounds.  I commented to him my ambition to embark without delay, and requested that he should state my case to Dr. Charlton or Dr. Post and recommended the proper dressing and medicines.  He replied that my wounds although now in a fair prospect of being healed and the pain diminished required the most unremitted attention.  He apprehended that I could not be removed from his care without and danger and that the result of any accident might probably terminate in an additional calamity to you and my family and therefore insisted me to remain until I could go with safety.  Reflecting on the high and tender duties devolved on me as Your parent and the parent of my dear Grandchildren, and that I might not to risk to hazard a life now so deeply devoted to your consolation and comfort and that of your dear children.  I acquired to Mr. Stringer ______, but do not my beloved conclude from this statement that I am not in comfortable health.  Indeed my Love my wounds are so favorable an affect and the gout diminished that I hope soon to be able to see you.

I have not my dearly beloved child on which condition you and my dear grand children are left as to pecuniary resources but I know that I have the power and thanks be to god the attention and determination to render you and your dear Children perfectly comfortable as long as it shall please my beneficent Maker to keep me in life, and that by my conduct and testament I have bequeathing you considerably more than a mere competency for you and them when I shall be no more.  Oh: If the blessed spirits of no one in the full protection of bless with their God and their redeemer ____ of what happens in the minds of those who have survived them.  The spirit of my dearly beloved Hamilton now comfortable with complaceny my affectionate and tender feelings for you and his children.  My fixed determination to pass the residue of the days which my Creator has allotted me in unremitting attention to promote your happiness and that of my dear grand children.  That in the discharge of this sacred and tender duty.  I shall be upheld and officially seconded by your brothers, by your Sisters and by their husbands.  Oh how much have they already alleviated my heart rendering grief by assurances and tenderness, which clearly indicates these affections for you, your children and farme, and their anxiety to promote you their and my happiness.  Gracious God be pleased to accept my most humble and dearest thanks for having given me Children whose hearts are so deeply entrenched with love to you and me and who so pleasingly anticipate my wishes and wants in respect to you and my dear Grand Children.

Exert all your fortitude my amiable and beloved child to comfort your mind, you and I have great sacred and important duties to comfort for each other and to your dear children.  Notwithstanding my last grief for the loss we have sustained, I already feel great consolation in anticipating how pleasantly I shall be employed in discharging the duties of a parent to a virtuous and Amiable Child and her tender offspring, and that I shall be so affectionately supported in the tender task by all my Children.

I give thanks to my beloved Grandson James for his letter to me.  Embrace him, his Sisters & brothers most affectionately for me.

My Catharine and her husband are both unremitted in the most affectionate attention they have both given me the most unequivocal proof of their tenderness to your children.  They both unite with me in love and wish & pray for your happiness.

Adieu my beloved and dear child.  I hope soon to ____ you to that were you are so deeply _____ and health.

I am your affectionate father

Ph: Schuyler

My beloved Eliza

(To Mrs. Hamilton

To be left with John B. Church Esq.

Robinson Street

New York)

My Dearly beloved and distressed Child

The tempest of the Lord has beaten severely on us in the inexplicable calamity we have sustained.  ___ and example has the son of god concluded resignation in the ____ of the divine will. Let us then humbly bless the Lord, and what we tenderly and dearly lament the loss of one so dearly, so _____ beloved.  Let us address the throne of Grace to attack an affliction and to pair the balm of Comfort into our wounded souls.  Let us always and under all Occupations, remember that what the divine will advises flows from a source which cannot err and altho we shall regret mortals can not investigate the causes which lead to the effects we experience.  Yet we may rest apprised they are for wise purposes.  The Almighty has promised residence to the reverent, [and] our dear departed friend was eminently so, and his spirit now enjoys the promised blessed home you, and I, and all ours  ___ there the mansion of the blessed redeemer and shall in god’s good time meet him, never again to be separated.

When I shall learn that indulgent heaven has calmed your pious mind, a degree of peace will be restored to mine, and accelerate my recovery, and enable me to discharge those tender duties, which your piety and unbounded affection for me, render you so highly indebted to.  Embrace most tenderly all my dear Grand Children, and if I am not conduced able of going to you as soon as I can, let me intreat you my beloved Child as soon as you conveniently can to [come here] accompanied by Your Children and your Sisters.

Adieu my beloved Child may heaven be gracefully pleased to sooth your affliction and afford you and all of us every temporal felicity while in the life and a happy immortality hereafter

Most tenderly and affectionately

The parent that feels for a virtuous & beloved Child

Ph. Schuyler

For my beloved Eliza.

Your sister would have gone to you but my indisposition and her advanced situation has prevented.  She most cordially unites in love to you & the children.  I am at present free from bodily pain and the wounds in my knee are nearly discharged of the matter which has retarded them healing.  I have stated to Mr. Church the real state of my health.  It will afford you some consolation.

My Dear dearly beloved Child

From the state of the winds for two days after you left Tues, I concluded that you had a short passage, I hope you and my dear grandchildren arrived safe and in health.

On Friday last the ulcer in my foot was opened and the discharge of matter so copious that it has greatly very greatly reduced my pain, the wound digests perfectly well and Mr. Stringer thinks that in ten or twelve days a cure will be performed.  If I keep in bed, where I now am, and where I shall continue as he advises.

Your sister has suffered much since you left us, but is now better but still very feeble.  She is in the room opposite to mine, this enables her altho weak, to visit me frequently–

Ah: my dearly beloved child how greatly do your affectionate attentions and those of my other children, sooth & comfort me, and how sincerely do I reciprocate those affections.

Pray let me know if you have as yet obtained a comfortable and convenient house.  Procure one if possible sufficiently large that you may not be in the lease crowded, for remember, that it is my intention that you should be well accommodated, and make Every want immediately known to me that I may have the pleasure of obviating it.

What has been the decision relative to my Dear Alexander? Has my Dear Johnny obtained permission to enter college?  Are they their sisters & brothers all well, is your health good my amiable child? These are interesting questions on which I wish to ____.

Mr. Malcomb went on friday to the _____, your Sister’s child is perfectly well, I hope she will soon be so, she embraces you and the children most cordially, and tender within.  Love to you and them adieu my Dearly beloved child, may heaven preserve you & them in its holy protection, and pluck every thorn out of your future path, is the prayer of your affectionate parent.

Ph: Schuyler

I felt my Dearly beloved Child the pangs you would experience on a return to a place where the sweet smiles, the amiable affability, the cheerful and enduring attention of the best of men had been wont to meet your eyes and apprehending from what I felt, that your pangs would be severe, I have addressed, and I hope with humility and fervor, the divine disposer of all events to mitigate your grief and to pour the balm of consolation into your wounded bosom.  It is a beneficent God and his gracious providence that our comfort, our consolation, our peace of mind must be derived


in this seeking let us remember that we do not injure that health which is so precious to our dear Children.  Yes my beloved I say our children, for of you and yours I am the parent, and may it please the almighty to let me remain in life, that you and they may constantly experience my love, my tenderness, and my gratitude to the dear deceased.

That your afflictions, my dear, dearly beloved child, have added to mine, was the natural result of a parent’s tenderness for so dutiful and affectionate a child, as he invariably experienced from you. My affliction, has, however, been mitigated, by the favor of Divine Providence in preserving your life, and in enabling me to administer every possible consolation; and it will be no small one to you to be informed that since my last letter to you I have had no gout; that, although the ulcers in my feet and above my knee have been extensive, they bear a most favorable aspect for healing; that I have next to no pain from them; that my appetite is restored; that I sleep well; and, although I cannot walk, I have, for some days past, been carried to the dining room, where I have quietly sat from one to six o’clock.  I impute this happy change, under God, to the excessive discharge of gouty matter from my foot.  Indeed, I am not without hopes of being able to visit you in the winter, if there should be sledding.

I am happy that you have obtained a comfortable house.  Render yourself and my dear children perfectly comfortable at your table, and call on me, my beloved child, without hesitation, for the means of rendering you so.

My winter store of fat cattle and hogs are not expected until the middle of the month.  As soon as they arrive, everything will be prepared for you.  Your sister is collecting the best of butter, which she carries to be watered over to be sent to you and says she will add Bolletjes & Pig’s feet souse.  There are truffles but of value to me as they ____ my soul from the affection and attention, which it evinces to you.  Her breast is not quite well, but a prospect of being soon healed, her babes grows rapidly.  She and Mr. Malcom unite with me in the tenderest wishes and affection for you and my dear Children, may God bless you and them is the humble prayer of your affectionate parent.

Ph: Schuyler

Let me know the number of your home & the street

You did not mention by whom you found a volume of the Church history, which will have just received.

anonymous asked:

companions react to Sole being gravely injured because of them (e.g. taking a fatal bullet?) >;3c

Great idea!

You though it was gonna be all fluffs and rainbows on this blog? HECK NO! Enjoy 3,000 + words of suffering plebs. (Love you ^3^).

Hancock: They knew better, they knew better. Hancock pressed his fists into his forehead. Sole was bleeding out, right there in front of him on some dirty Goodneighbor back alley. The shady chem dealers were already painting the concrete with the inside of their skulls, but so was his Sole. They knew better than to jump in front of him like that. “Gah, why ‘ya gotta go and do stuff like that?” Hancock kneels beside Sole and bends down to rest his forehead on their tummy. They had already stopped breathing; he noticed that whenever his head kept sitting perfectly still on Sole’s armor. The ghoul scrunched up his face and clenched his teeth; it was all he could do without his tear ducts.

He doesn’t cry, and he doesn’t sob or moan. He just sits there for a while, waiting for Sole’s heat to eventually disperse because he knows that when he finally notifies Dr. Amari, that would be the last time he ever got to see Sole. So he lay there, silently staring at Sole’s long vacated expression. He eventually reaches out to grasp one of their hands. They’re starting to feel cold. He lets out a shuddering sigh. It’s time.

Getting up felt awful, like there was a lead ball rolling around in his head. Hancock finally began to break down as he picked Sole up. He had to bite on his bottom lip to keep it from trembling, and almost bit down hard enough to draw blood when a sob worked its way to the surface. When he entered the Memory Den’s basement, Dr. Amari took Sole from his arms. She let him say one last goodbye. Hancock gives Sole one last touch to their hand, “See ya later pal.”

Nick: “I can’t believe you!” Nick scolded Sole. “That was stupid! That was beyond stupid! I can be replaced with parts Sole, you can’t!” Nick crushed Sole to his chest as he made a mad dash to the Old Church. Barreling into Railroad HQ, Nick shoves Drummer Boy out of his way. He needs to see Carrington. “I need some help here dammit!” Nick yelled. “Calm down Mr. Valentine, please! Let me see Charmer.” The doctor swiped all of the equipment off one of the desks sitting around and ordered Nick to put Sole there. Nick forced his hands to release Sole, but he still hovered over Carrington. A small audience had begun to form a little ways from scene. “If I could have some space please, everyone.” Carrington frowns at the gathering agents.

Nick left with the others and marched outside. It was too crowded for him to think down in that awful crypt. That thought would’ve made him vomit if he could.  About a pack of cigarettes later, Drummer Boy came up to fetch him. “Dr. Carrington’s got them stable, but…” The messenger lets the sentence die on his lips. Nick understands well enough. This might be Sole’s last night here in the Commonwealth, in his life.

As he walked back in, Nick saw Sole resting on a secluded mattress in the back of HQ. He took a seat beside their head. “Hey kid.” The silence was killing him. “Did I ever tell you about the time I tracked Ellie while she was on a date? The guy was a real creep, but Ellie had never been more embarrassed to see me in her entire life. Heh.” Nick blinked a few times as if tears were forming in his yellow eyes. “I got another one for ya,” and Nick began telling Sole all of his best detective stories to a sleeping Sole. He stayed with them until he saw the last breath leave their body. Nick squeezed his hands into fists as he closed his eyes. Without another word, he left the building. As he pulled out his last cigarette, he regrets not being able to tell Sole his stories while they were still alive to enjoy them.

MacCready: “No, SOLE!” MacCready tried to stop Sole, but it was too late. They had already pushed their way in front of the aimed gun. “SOLE!” Two shots rang out. One from the bullet that blew through the raider’s head, and one from the bullet that was meant for MacCready, but pierced Sole’s heart instead. MacCready could only watch as Sole slowly sunk to the ground. The mercenary hopped over his cover and ran to Sole, dropping his gun in the process. He fell to his knees and grabbed Sole underneath their upper body and put their head on his lap. Sole was halfway breathing through gurgling blood, and their eyes kept focusing in and out on MacCready’s face.

“Come on Sole, don’t you die on me! I’m supposed to protect you remember? Why would you do something so ridiculously stupid!” MacCready’s body shook, and he glared at Sole through the tears that began to gently splish onto Sole’s cheeks. Sole makes a few sounds as if they want to tell MacCready something, but before they can make it out, their eyes roll into the back of their head. MacCready clenches his teeth and digs his fingers into Sole’s shoulders.

“Sole I swear! You can’t leave me alone here! I-I’m afraid of being alone! I’m afraid of not having you by my side everyday! Without you, I’m just another mercenary living between hits, and I c-can’t do that again. Not after th-this. What we h-had.” He couldn’t continue, his words beginning to devolve into hiccupping sobs. He wasn’t sure how long he stayed, but MacCready held onto Sole until he finished crying every last tear he had stored in his body.

Deacon: Deathclaw, an ambush from behind. Deacon decided that he was definitely not made for close combat. The barrel of his rifle was caught between himself and the beast, and the metal began to buckle towards his face. It can only bend so far. “DEACON!” Sole launches themselves into Deacon as the gun snaps. Deacon falls away, and after landing in the packed dirt, he rolls over. For something so horrific, it’s eerily quiet. Sole’s head hangs low over their chest and their feet dangle as they slump over, suspended from the lizard’s impaling claws. “SOLE!” Deacon screams; he puts a bullet in through the monster’s eye. Sole slides off the blades and onto the ground as the Deathclaw falls backwards.

Deacon stood there, no expression, too shocked. He stumbled forward onto his knees. It takes a minute to begin crawling to his fallen partner. As he hovered over them, their glassy eyes stared vacantly over his head. “Hey Charms. C’mon now, you c-can’t fool me. Charmer? Come on Charms wake up!” He slaps their face a few times. “Charms? Sole?” Deacon heaved as a sudden hurt in his chest stole his breath away. “No. No no no! You can’t do this to me Sole! Wake the hell up!” Deacon slammed his fist into the dirt beside Sole’s head; he’s lost his composure. “Dammit Sole get up! GET UP! Oh my g- Sole!  You cannot be serious. You told me to let you in and I did! You said you would help me, and now you’re gonna fucking LEAVE ME! YOU’RE A FUCKING HYPOCRITE SOLE! DAMMIT! DAMMITDAMMITDAMMIT!”

Deacon screams and falls back, holding his head in his hands, sitting beside a dead Sole. He started to sob, and then he couldn’t stop. He’d held it all in for so long: the UP gang, the murder, Barbara, and now Sole. “AAAAAHHHHHAHAAHAAAA! AHHHHHHHHHGGHHHH! AUGH! Ough! Oh!” When he can’t scream anymore Deacon just wails, and his hiccupping sobs jerked his chest with every breath. “Help me Sole. Please.” His head hurt from the sobbing, and he was so tired. He carefully made his way to lay down beside Sole. As he finally drifted off, he can only think of how he never got to say goodbye.

Danse: It was a suicider. Danse’s power core knew just when to fizzle out, and then he was locked in place as the brute sprinted toward him. He closed his eyes braced himself for a potentially gory death, but the beeping began to fade. When Danse looked up, he saw Sole distracting the suicider away from him. “SOLE!” He cried. “ARE YOU INSANE? RUN!” As if Sole wasn’t already, but the supermutant was too, and he was faster. Danse could only helplessly watch from his suit as Sole disappeared in a flare of blinding light. “SOLE!” The paladin exited his armor as fast as possible and ran to where Sole had poofed away. He discovered their body face-down in a steaming crater. An involuntary sound escaped Danse’s normally cold façade. He scooped up the broken, crumpled Sole.

“Don’t you die on me soldier! We still have work to do!” Danse shook his partner, “Open your eyes, Sole! Now’s not the time to be resting!” Danse refused to believe the futility of his efforts. He placed Sole back down on the ground and began jamming stimpacks into their thigh. After two, he grabs Sole’s shoulders and shakes them again, harder this time. “Sole! Can you hear me?” Danse searches their face for any sort of movement. Nothing… Nothing.

“ARGH!” Danse unravels, and he just didn’t understand why why why Sole did it. He’s so angry. So angry, but he can’t tell Sole. They’ve gone somewhere they can’t hear him anymore. Danse balls his fists into Sole’s jumpsuit and pulls them to him. He wants to cry. He wants to, but nothing came out. He just sat there, holding Sole and breathing heavily as he realizes more and more how divided he is from them. “You were careless.” He whispers into their unhearing ear. “This is not where I needed you soldier. I need you here. Without the brotherhood and without you… where am I supposed to go now?”

Preston: It was supposed to be routine. How many times had he and Sole already fended off raiders from the settlements? They were holing up behind a wall for cover when Sole suddenly hugged Preston’s side. Preston jumped at the embrace. Why, of all places, did Sole decide to bond while under fire behind a flimsy plywood wall, but then he saw it. Their eyes glazed over, and Sole started sinking against him. “General!” Preston quickly hooked his arms under Sole’s shoulders to lift them up. “General, answer me!” Preston felt Sole’s blood seeping into his jacket.

“Oh, no no please no!” Preston held Sole to him as he lowered them both to the ground. “Sole.” He tried one more time, breathing unevenly. They were laying down now, the firefight still blazing above them. Preston looked into Sole’s unresponsive gaze, and he could feel his anchor slipping away. Suddenly he was back in a dark place, without Sole and without a will to live.

Preston just laid there with his General. The settlers had already pushed the raiders back, but no one had discovered the pair behind one of the shacks. Preston couldn’t sleep, and he couldn’t feel. Everything was numb; the only color he had in this life had faded away. Finally, a single tear blinked free from Preston’s eyes, and the minuteman’s lips began to quiver with shaky breaths. He wept softly into his General’s coat and waited for blessed sleep to take him away.

X6-88: X6 slaughtered them. He killed the Gunners, all of them. It was the only thing he could think of to do so that he wouldn’t have to look at Sole’s bullet riddled body. But now, all the Gunners were dead, and Sole was still there, looking up at the sky with white eyes. It was unsettling, and X6 didn’t like it. The courser was still processing the event as he stood over his dead charge. He was supposed to protect them, and now he felt faulty. Sole’s death felt like an error in the code, and for once, X6 envied the Gen 1 synths. They didn’t have to feel the cold misery of failure, of loss.

He doesn’t want to touch them. He’d touched plenty of dead bodies before, disposal, but he couldn’t build up the strength needed to touch Sole. He felt like turning himself into the Synth Retention Center. He felt like sitting beside Sole forever. He felt like following them, even though he knows that’s a stupid and selfish thought.

He decided to ignore his impulses, and left, not looking back once. He lost himself in wandering, and never again activated his courser chip. Let the Institute come find him, he thought, all they’ll find is a defective machine.

Curie: Curie refused to believe it: Her Sole, laying there on the ground with a halo of blood pooling around them. She should have been more vigilant instead of trying to look at some stupid plant. She didn’t even notice the mongrel dog stalking her. All Curie knew was the sudden pressure of Sole leaping into her side and the spray of warm blood across her cheeks. The shock is pervading, and it prevented her from sobbing. Curie could only look on, wide-eyed and open-mouthed.

“Sole.” She put a delicate, shaking hand on the wound. Stimpacks! She remembers. The panic flooded into her body with full force at the recollection. “Sole! Please hold on! I have some stimpacks. Oh no, please do not let it be too late. Oh, oh!” Curie fumbled the syringes out of her knapsack and grasped the medicine with trembling hands. She completely missed Sole on the first try. “No! Zhis stupid human body is too clumsy!” Tears began to flow hysterically onto her cheeks now and made it even harder to apply the needle, but somehow Curie managed to inject Sole. “Sole, please wake up!”

But Sole just continued to lie there, giving the horizon a thousand-yard stare. Cait throws herself on top of Sole desperately. “Please Sole, please! I do not want to experience zhis world wizout you! Oh Sole, I’m so sorry! I’m so so sorry! Oh!” Curie lets the hysteria roll through her in waves until she’s too tired to weep anymore. Curie remembers having to bury her companions in Vault 81, and cannot bear to leave Sole’s body to rot in the sun. Curie spent the next twelve hours digging and digging and digging a grave for her Sole, and the next twelve she spent digging and digging and digging a grave for her grief.

Cait: “Ya better wake yer’ ass up now Sole!” Cait smacked Sole’s face, then smacked it again. “C’mon you brainless idiot, get up! Argh!” Cait threw Sole back against the wall and started pacing hopelessly around the room. Stupid fuckin’ ferals! And she’d been so daft not to realize one was comin’ straight for her. Sole brawled with the glowing one, and it took a good bite out of their neck. So much blood; not even this much covered the mat in the Combat Zone.

“Why’d you go hand to hand with a feral Sole, WHY?” Cait stopped pacing to crunch down over her knees, holding her shins. “I can’t fuckin’ breathe! I can’t breathe Sole and it’s your own damn fault!” Fingers through her hair, Cait was back up to pacing until finally collapsing in front of Sole. The brawler grabbed Sole’s empty face with both hands and searched with all the intensity she could muster to divine some kind of life in those eyes.

When nothing intelligent greeted Cait from within Sole’s depthless cold eyes, she began to dry heave a little. Cait’s jittery hands fished out a jet canister from one of her pockets. She pushed away the thought of how disappointed Sole would be if they could see her now,;one month clean and about to throw it all away. But to hell with it, she thought, it’s not like they’ll ever know. As the jet hit Cait, she felt her emotions evaporate into a blissful numbing sensation; she didn’t even register when her head hit the floor.

Piper: Out of all the things, a wild, irradiated radstag. A radstag! There Sole was, skewered several times over on the front of the dead radstag. Sole just jumped in front of it and lodged a knife between its eyes. It could have been her, but Sole just… “Oh Blue- Blue! Oh no- Oh my-“ Piper dropped to her knees, defeated. The tears came without effort. Piper reached out her tremor-addled hands to Sole’s suspended body. She tried at first to gently pull Sole off, but the horns were too deeply lodged inside Sole’s ribs. It was almost enough to cause Piper to vomit right there.

“Aaargh!” With a pained wail Piper ripped Sole from the radstag’s antlers, and Sole’s body fell lifelessly onto Piper. “AAAA!” Piper screams as Sole lands on her: so much blood. Piper couldn’t assemble the strength to push Sole off of her. She just let her beloved friend’s body hang limply over her as she cried into the night. “Soooooole! Oh Sole!”

Finally Piper calmed down enough to shove Sole off of her, and she stumbled as she stood up. She ran; she ran so far away, lungs burning at the rush of the cold night air. She kept calling Blue’s name, waiting for them to catch up to her and flash her their smile as they sprinted past her. It didn’t happen. It never would. Piper cried more at the thought, and it was harder to see through the tears. She tripped over some steps and just crumpled at the bottom. Sleeping there for the night, bruised and contorted, hurt a lot less than losing Blue.

Codsworth: “Sir/mum?” Codsworth hovered over Sole’s crumpled body. “Please say something, I need to know that you’re alright.” Sole didn’t respond. “S-Sole? Please… please don’t do this. Please.” Codsworth begged, and he wished with all of his circuitry that he could cry. He wished he could have picked Sole up and taken them to get help, but his ridiculous appendages were useless! He felt so useless! Useless! Useless! He’d spent the last two hundred damn bloody years washing a useless car, now he’s too useless to help his one and only family member, and as for the forseeable future it looked like he was going to be useless for the next two-hundred years too! “Sir/mum please! You must get up! Please! I’ve waited for so long to be a family again, you can’t just leave now! I-I can’t, I can’t… I…” Codsworth began to weep as much as his metal and circuits would let him. He turned off his hover function and dropped down on the hard tile beside Sole, rolling over a little to rest against their side. “I’m coming with you sir/mum. Wait for me.” Codsworth powers down one last time.

Dogmeat: Dogmeat watched in horror as his owner was flung through the air. They had thrown themselves on a grenade thrown close to his paws. Dogmeat dashed to where Sole landed, and tried to nuzzle them awake. When Sole did’t budge, Dogmeat began to whimper and paw at their arm. “Arf! Arf!” Dogmeat looksed around desperately and ran off. He came back with a stick and drops it into Sole’s motionless hand. Dogmeant whined again and again until the whines morphed into solemn howls. He kept his vigil for an hour until he finally curled up beside Sole for one final cuddle.


Strong has lost brothers before, but grief to this degree he had never experienced. He made sure to smash those puny humans for what they did to Sole, and when he was finished he left immediately. He didn’t want to remember Sole as a dead thing in the ground. From that day forward he called off his search for the milk of human kindness, and before he left the area, he called out to Sole, “YOU BROKE PROMISE.”

Remember kids, the only difference between screwing around and science is writing it down.
—  12th Division motto
World of Grey (Crush x Reader)

Warnings: death, angst, 

Word Count: 737 words

Prompt: A soulmate AU, where you live in a world of grey and experience color when you meet your soulmate. The only problem? Sometimes, the person you’re meant to be soulmates with may have another soulmate.

Notes: R/N means random name. E/C/N means eye color name F/N means favorite color. 


Living in a world of grey isn’t fun.

You’ve spent years trying to escape the grey, but there is only one way. All your friends and family have worlds of color. Why? Because they’ve found their soul mates. So, to escape the grey, you just meet everyone in the world, and, soon enough, your world will be in color. Seems simple, right?

The thing is, there are 7 billion - and counting - people alive on earth right now. It’s scientifically impossible to meet everyone alive on earth before one dies. After searching for 20 years, you gave up. Besides, it’s so much easier helping those around you find their soul mates.

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“You get to this age, everyone you ever loved either bit the dust or went into hiding. Too many old faces I knew were puffed into ash; some crying for help, others howling for revenge.” Her voice deepens with a crack, and a green knuckle pushes at her eye. She sniffs deeply, clearing her throat. “It doesn’t feel good surviving this long, no. That thick muscle in your chest doesn’t even go numb after all the shit it’s been put through; it’s nothing like the stories. You lose someone you love, no matter how many you lost, it’s gonna hurt as bad as the last.”

“You won’t always cry. Shit, you might not even be the type, but you’re gonna feel it. Right in here.” Magnus pounds her fist to her chest. “Every time. No, it doesn’t feel good to be immortal. Doesn’t feel good to be an Elder. You lived through so much shit it’s just not funny.” You learn, you’re smart, you’re intellectual, good for you. But the longer you’ve lived, the harder shituations you go through. You experience every betrayal in the book at least once and you experience the feeling of failure more times than you care to count. Everyone you relate to is either dead or didn’t give you the time of night to tell you where they’re going and they just hit the road. It’s a growing, impending isolation. Nothing the new breeds can satisfy.

Yeah, every road on the Earth is one you’ve walked at least once or twice in your entire life. You recognize the feeling in the air, the faint scent of every country. You have memories flood back, or you don’t because you immortals can be forgetful too. But you’ll catch on when your feet drag across that road, or when you notice that one building to the side is gone and replaced with something else all together. Your feet are your map, and the stars above have seen you do things you’ll never confess to anyone else. 

You’re a monster, but at the same time you’re a companion of the Earth. Either a bad one, good one or something in-between. It’s all your home, your birthright. So maybe that’s a small consolation at the end of the day that no one can take from you. Maybe.