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chaussetteblanche · 11 months ago

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Okay I’m obsessed with your Luke castellan stuff! Is there anyway I could request one where Luke and reader are a couple but get into a huge fight right before a quest? Something goes seriously wrong on the quest but they make back in in the end? Sorry if that makes no sense 😭

omg thank you !! and thanks so much for requesting ! this turned out a little dark, I hope you don't mind !

deception

pairing : luke castellan x fem!reader summary : you and luke have a fight before leaving on a quest, but after something goes very wrong, you make up word count : 3.5k warnings : a little dark, violence, fighting (verbal and physical), swear words, killing of another camper, depiction of death

"Where were you?" The words were out of your mouth as soon as you saw the dark figure walking towards you. You needed no light to recognise him. You knew him by his walk, the way his shoulders swayed slightly and the unrecognisable limp in his left leg from an old injury. You knew the shape of his shoulders, for you had cried on them many times. You knew the swing of his hands, for they had held yours for countless hours. You knew the way he hung his head meant he was tired. But so were you. So, so tired. "We leave tomorrow, Luke. For a quest that could change all of our lives. Do you truly care so little?" You stood up from where you had been sitting down for the better part of an hour in front of your cabin. "Baby, I really don't want to do this now," he all but pleaded. You could hear it in his voice. The fatigue, the worry, the sadness. He stepped closer to you and took your hand in his, lovingly brushing your knuckles with his thumb.

You pulled your hand out of his grip, even though it physically hurt you to do so. You felt him flinch. "No, Luke, you do this every time! It's always the same with you!" You knew your voice was starting to rise but you couldn't help it. "You go out, won't tell me where you're going, won't let me come with you, come back hours later, looking like you've been holding up the sky for seventeen hours, still won't tell me where you've been, and ask me to-" "Baby, can you please drop it?" His voice was incredibly quiet in the dead of the night. You could see his brows furrow in the faint glow of the torch on the side of your cabin. "-drop it," you finish with a sigh, dropping your hands by your sides.

"Look, I'm sorry, alright?" He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "I just- I'm sorry." You could see his chest deflate like a balloon and felt tears well up in your eyes. You shook your head. You couldn't keep up with his lies. "No." His head snapped up and you felt his intense gaze on your face within seconds. "No, don't apologise for shit you're just going to keep doing. Apologise when you're actually going to change something, because I can't keep doing this." You willed your voice not to shake too much. You ran a hand over your face, sighing shakily.

"What do you mean you 'can't keep doing this'?" he asked softly, stepping closer to you and taking both your hands in his. You tucked your chin, not wanting him to see the tears slowly running down your cheeks. He lowered his head to look at you. "I mean I can't keep," your voice broke, "doing this. Us, Luke. It's not healthy." "No, no, no, what do you mean it's 'not healthy'? Baby, we're okay. You're okay, alright? Nothing has to change, we're good!" The urge in his voice broke your heart. He leaned down to look into your eyes as he cupped your face and wiped your tears away with his thumbs. "It's okay, baby, we're okay, I promise. I- I can change, we can work through this. Together."

You bit your lip to keep it from wobbling too much. You shook your head. "No, Luke. We- we can't. I can't keep doing this to myself, it hurts too much. And I can't change that I worry and get worked up, but you can't change whatever it is you won't tell me. So this needs to stop." Luke shook his head franticly and started pulling you towards his cabin by the hands. "No, baby, all you need is a good night's sleep, okay? In the morning, when you'll have a clear head, we'll talk about it again, okay? I promise we'll work it out, all-" "No, Luke!" You pulled your hands out of his, tightly crossing your arms over your chest. You didn't know when you'd started being cold, but you suddenly realised you were shivering violently. "I have a clear head right now! We don't need to talk about it in the morning! The situation will still be the same! And neither of us will have changed a thing! We're just pushing this back to later!" Your voice rang out into the night and it angered you even more to know that many campers were probably listening in on your exchange with Luke at the very moment.

"Wow. I can't believe this." Luke shook his head. You felt a few raindrops land on your face and arms before it started raining. "I can't believe you're willing to just give up on our relationship like this, Y/N." "I'm not giving up on anything! There just isn't anything left to-" "Maybe if you minded your own business more, and stopped worrying and fretting so much-" You scoffed loudly. "That's who I am, Luke! That's my personality! And I love you! So, excuse me for caring and worrying about you when you disappear for literal hours and won't tell me where you've been!" "Well maybe if you-" He cut himself off and raised a hand, shaking his head. Through the raindrops, you could see tears running down his cheeks. It shredded your heart to pieces knowing you were the cause of his pain. "Look, Y/N, I care about you, I admire you and I love you. So do this, go ahead, but remember that, and remember that it will have been your fault."

You had what was probably the worst night in the history of all worst nights. You hadn't slept a wink, had cried out all the water in your body and had second-doubted every choice you'd ever made in your entire life that had led you up to this moment. When you looked at yourself in the mirror the next morning at the crack of dawn, you grimaced. One good thing came out of having to meet so early, you wouldn't have to face the other campers who you knew were listening in on you and Luke last night. You would have to answer no questions and would have to ignore no strange looks.

Everything was still damp from the storm during the night. You hated the feeling of the cold humidity making its way through your clothes and sticking to your skin. You met with Chiron, Luke and the third member of your quest, a girl named Natasha, at sun rise near the border. You didn't meet Luke's eye as Chiron spoke before sending you off. You didn't even speak until Natasha brought up the tense silence.

"Look, I don't mean to pry," she spoke as she pushed her way through tall grass with you and Luke in tow, "but I'm not digging the vibe you both have going on right now." Luke inhaled before speaking, but he was interrupted by Natasha. "Just to be clear, I don't care what happened, just don't let it get in the way of the quest." "It won't." You answered without even glancing at Luke. You heard him exhale sharply. Natasha nodded curtly.

Even though the tension had been palpable since the start, within seven days you had managed to retrieve the artefact you had been sent to fetch and had started making your way home. Natasha most certainly had a concussion, but other than that, none of you bore any serious injuries. Still, you felt restless and anxious. The Oracle, though you could not remember her exact words, had mentioned deception. At first, you had thought it would be the monster from whom you had stolen the artefact who would be responsible of this deception, but that had not been the case. So you had been on edge for days. You'd barely slept, as Luke had pointed out many times.

"Do you not trust me anymore? Is that it? Is that why you won't sleep?" He'd asked you one night while he was on watch. You had tried to sleep, you really had, but thoughts of betrayal and deception clouded your mind and kept sleep far away. You shook your head. "That's not it." You couldn't bring yourself to tell the boy you loved that you feared he would turn on you. You leaned your head back against the humid trunk of the tree you were sitting against. A few raindrops landed on your face. You couldn't wait to be back at camp. You couldn't wait for all of this to be over.

"Then what is it? Why won't you sleep?" You shrugged. You wouldn't tell him about the nightmares you kept having. When you did manage to close your eyes for a few minutes, your mind was swarmed with dark sights and horrible fears. You would see Luke drowning, yourself burning, the artefact getting lost. "I guess I'm too nervous. We need to get it back to camp as soon as possible. I'll rest when we get there." "But-" "Please, Luke. Don't."

Despite your nerves, your fatigue finally got the better of you and you fell asleep. You awoke to strange, muffled sounds. Slowly opening your eyes, you squinted and tried to get used to the dim light of the flickering fire. After a second, you saw Natasha digging around in your bag a few meters away from you, one hand tangled in Luke's hair. You frowned. "Shut up," she snapped at Luke. You realised the muffled sounds must have been coming from him. You couldn't see much, as Natasha's body hid most of Luke and your bags. Quietly, you sat up and grabbed your bow and quiver. You slowly stood up, hiding your weapon behind your back.

"What are you doing?" you asked. Natasha whipped around, a scowl on her face. You'd never seen her look like that before. With her body more to the side, you were able to get a better look at Luke. What you saw made your skin crawl. He had a large black eye and a cut on his forehead. A dirty rag tied tightly around the bottom of his face kept him from making too much noise. You guessed from his position on the ground that both his hands and feet were tied up. And judging by the state of his shirt, which was torn and dirty, he'd put up quite the fight. Your blood ran cold but you couldn't help but feel relieved at the same time. Luke had not deceived you. Natasha had.

"Something I should have done a long time ago," she snarled, putting her boot against Luke's face and pushing it hard. He fell to the side with a muffled grunt. You felt your blood boil at the thought of her hurting him even more than she already had. You notched an arrow immediately and aimed it at Natasha's heart. "Natasha," you called icily, "I think you should think twice about this." "No need. I've got someone who will pay me a fortune for this," she held up the artefact in her hand, "and for the knowledge of two half-bloods roaming in the forest near a big town in New Jersey." "You wouldn't." Your blood ran cold. You knew you wouldn't let her get away without a fight, but judging by Luke's state, he had thought the same thing. You cursed yourself for choosing the strongest fighter in camp to accompany you on the quest. "You don't know me well enough, Y/N. I couldn't care less about that shit hole you want to go back to, there's nothing for me back there. So, if you're smart, you'll let me be on my way now."

You set your jaw. "I'm afraid I can't just let you go." She smirked. "I thought you might say that." She reached to the side and grabbed Luke by the hair, violently pulling him to his feet. He winced and you saw his jaw twitch. "Luckily, I have some leverage right here." Your stomach churned at the sight. Luke shook his head at you, but you ignored him. She may have beat him, but she wouldn't get through you. You'd die before you let anything happen to him or the artefact.

You raised your bow, aiming for her leg. You didn't want to kill her because she was a camper. That would be the equivalent of killing a cousin and you wouldn't be able to live with yourself if you did. Suddenly, you felt your bow get white hot beneath your hands. You shrieked and let go of it nanoseconds before it turned to flames. You heard Luke cry out your name and watched as Natasha kicked him to the ground. You grit your teeth, the fire in your stomach growing bigger by the second. "Mother taught me well." She twirled her fingers and flames danced between them. You cursed under your breath. You'd forgotten she was one of Hestia's children. Not giving yourself the time to mourn your bow, you darted forward, narrowly missing the flames of the fire which followed you closely.

Deciding to let go of dignity and humility, you tackled her to the ground. Surprised, she yelped and let the small turquoise artefact slip through her fingers. You both hit the floor with a thud. Frantically looking around for the artefact, you were relieved to find that Luke had managed to get ahold of it despite his bound hands. He locked eyes with you and started crawling away. Natasha grunted as she tried to push you off her. You resisted and managed to hit her in the face with your elbow. "Fuck you," she growled before punching you in the stomach. She harshly pushed you off her ribcage as you coughed, tears welling in your eyes at the pain.

You realised she was going after Luke when she pulled a knife out of her boot before running off. Terrified, you scrambled to your feet and took off after her. You tripped on vines and stones as you caught up with her. You had no idea how she could see so well in the near darkness of the forest. You abruptly spotted Luke near a tree, rubbing his bindings against the harsh bark. "Fuck, Natasha- Stop!" you yelled. She ignored you. Before she could get to Luke, you threw yourself forward, landing a hard kick to both her knees. She cried out in pain and collapsed in a head to the ground. You scrambled to get on top of her and pressed your knee against the side of her head. "Stop it!" you pleaded. "You don't want to do this! Money won't solve your problems!" "Yes, I do want to do this," she grunted as she struggled against you. She kicked out, knocking you off her. You got to your feet as quickly as you could, standing in between her and Luke. You spared Luke a glance before raising your fists in front of your face. He was frantically trying to get rid of his bindings, desperately tugging at them.

"Just get out of the way, Y/N!" she screamed angrily, spit flying out of her mouth. "Make this easier for all of us, will you?!" "You know I can't do that, Natasha." She let out a frustrated yell before charging at you with her knife. You ducked and hit her in the ribs before catching her by the hair. You pulled her away from Luke with a grunt. She cursed loudly and sliced at you with her knife. You hissed in pain as she nicked your side, letting go of her for a second. You stumbled backwards as you looked down at your right side, where blood was rapidly staining your shirt. Distantly, you heard Luke's muffled yell of your name and a string of curses. You looked back up just in time to see Natasha's face coming at your full speed. She hit you in the cheekbone and you collapsed to your knees, dull pain making your face uncomfortably hot. You were dazed for a second before you shakily got to your feet.

Natasha was trying to pry the artefact out of Luke's hands, her knife much too close to his skin for your liking. Growling, you bolted forward and wrapped your arm around her neck from behind. Choking her with your elbow, you pulled her off Luke with all the strength you could muster. She thrashed wildly against you before reaching back and grabbing on to your upped arm. Before you could comprehend what was happening, she had flung you over her shoulder. You landed on the ground with a thud and your breath knocked out of you. You coughed. Despite the haziness of your vision, you still registered the knife lying on the ground next to you. You reached for it but Natasha was quicker. She kneeled over you, the knife dangling from her fingers.

"I was really hoping I wouldn't have to kill you, you know?" She wiped from blood from her bottom lip. "But I have a feeling I'm not going to be able to get anything done with you in the way, so..." Slowly, she started bringing the blade of her knife down into your abdomen. You pushed at her forearms, trying to stop her, struggling and kicking but it was no use. She was too strong. With horror, you realised that you were going to die. You were going to die. In the middle of a forest, alone-

"Y/N!" Your head snapped to the side at Luke's voice. He was running towards you at full speed, having gotten rid of his bindings. He threw something at you, which you barely caught. A knife. His knife. Without thinking, you drove the knife deep into Natasha's stomach. She cried out in pain and her legs went out, her whole weight now resting on your ribcage. She looked shocked as she looked down at her wound, which was covering both your bodies in blood. You paled at the sight. She tried to speak, but only blood bubbled past her lips. She looked up at the sky before entirely collapsing on top of you.

"LUKE!" you shrieked and kicked her off you, scrambling to get as far away from her as possible. You'd just killed her. Natasha. Another camper. And you'd just killed her. What had you done? Luke threw himself down next to you, immediately gathering you in his arms. You sobbed loudly as you held on to him, surely leaving fingerprints. "I killed her! I killed her, Luke, and she's dead!" you screamed hysterically, your eyes stuck onto her lifeless form, lying just meters away from you. "Baby, are you hurt?" he asked, concerned, as he checked you over. He tilted your head to both sides, his heart breaking at the tears flowing down your face. He was horrified to see your side and immediately put pressure onto it. You hissed in pain. "It doesn't matter if I'm hurt! She's dead!" Your voice broke as you hit Luke's shoulder, sobbing.

"It was you or her, baby. You or her. You did what you had to do," he spoke softly into your ear. He held you closer to him, as if he wanted to squeeze the traumatic event out of you. "She's dead," you sobbed loudly, turning around to bury your face in his chest. "I know, baby. It's okay. You did what you had to do, you had no choice. She turned on us." He soothingly rubbed your back as he spoke. "But- but-" "You saved the quest, darling. You saved your life. And mine." He stroked your hair, trying to calm you down. "There was nothing else you could do." You cried for what felt like hours. He held you the whole time, whispering words of assurance and comfort. By the time you felt ready to go, the sun was almost up.

The trip back to camp was mostly a blur. Luke took care of everything while you followed him around like a phantom. He stitched you up and disinfected your wounds before you got to camp. When you finally reached the border, you were greeted by Chiron, who was chocked to see only two of you come back. He was even more chocked by what had happened when Luke explained everything to him once you'd been taken in by the infirmary.

When you awoke a day later, you had a long talk with Chiron, who reassured you on just about everything that had happened. You would be granted a recovery of undetermined time. You could taker as long as you needed to get over the quest. Feeling a lot better, you'd thanked him and immediately went to find Luke.

You found him near the lake, staring thoughtfully out onto the water. "Hey." He turned around as soon as he heard your voice. "Hey," he spoke softly. He opened his arms once you were closer to him and you didn't think twice before engulfing him in a tight hug. He buried his face in your hair and inhaled deeply. It felt good to feel the familiar weight of his arms around your shoulders again. "I'm so sorry." He sighed into your hair. "For everything." "I know. Me too." "I love you, baby." "I love you too."

#luke castellan #luke castellan imagine #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan x y/n #luke castellan x you #percy jackon and the olympians #luke castellan angst #pjo series #pjo tv show #charlie bushnell

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xxzlushiez · 2 years ago

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My American dream

“You’re so Art Deco out on the floor, shining like gunmetal, cold and unsure”

Bill Kaulitz x f!reader

Synopsis: I’m in such a mood right now I just want to write everything that comes to mind. Basically, bill takes a liking to a teen singer that came from America to Germany

Tags: 18+, implied smut, Name is from America, Tom being Tom, kissing, bill is a tease but means well, making fun of American accents, language barrier (this is based before the members spoke fluent English), confusion, reader smokes weed

German in bold

English in italics

- it started with your tour manager saying you should consider going to another country to gain more popularity

- you believed it was a good idea and could benefit your career so you agreed, easy enough right?

- you were wrong…so so wrong😭

- Communication was ROUGH

- Your team had to rent out a whole car because talking with transportation workers was too difficult for everyone without a translator

- Your managers were definitely getting gray hairs because of you

- When the day of the interview came, your manager surprised you last minute saying you would be collaborating with a popular German band in the interview

- It was a good idea essentially

- Rising teen artists from two different countries hanging out would cause some attention

- But both parties couldn’t even speak to each other so it was a wreck for everyone up until the interview finally started

- you rambled about how excited you were to your makeup artist and you swear he pressed down on your eye extra hard while applying the makeup just to get you to shut up

- When the interview started and you settled into your seat you took time to look at all 4 of the members

- You looked for who your manager had described as the main vocalist of the group and he easily caught your eye

- The same could be said about you

- Bill noticed when you walked out that your styles were similar and he was mesmerized

- you saw the way he was eyeing you up and down while the other band members were answering questions

- “he’s definitely judging me rn”

- In a way…but he was just checking you out don't worry

- the interviewer decided you should all play a game of charades between languages and see who wins

- And with his luck he had gotten partnered up with you

- While you were so excited to be partnered up with another lead singer, he was shaking in his skinny jeans💀

- he was also very happy he just got a little nervous because he had to speak English which he wasn’t completely confident in

- He sat with you on the cramped sofa and tried to introduce himself to you

- “I'm Bill, it’s nice to finally meet you! I’ve heard some of your songs”

- You stared at him with the stupidest look of your face

- Bill:😊 you:😁

- “Oh I didn’t know the game started already”

- It was so awkward for the first few minutes that the translator had to come help you guys out out of her own secondhand embarrassment

- But once you properly introduced yourselves you were able to “talk” with each other so easily

- the convos flowed so naturally between you two that fans started to get jealous🤭

- half way through the game he was trying to help you understand a German word and saw you had gotten extremely close to him

- When he noticed he went dead silent and went as still as a statue, fans swore he turned into concrete and you were just 3 inches away from his face like-

- “Why’d you stop? I almost had it.☹️”

- there was so many urges he was holding back on when he was near you

- was staring at your lips the whole time but played it off as learning the pronunciation of the word you were saying when you asked him

- everyone noticed how he was looking at you, and how he touched you even when there was no need

- You guys both had undeniable chemistry with one another

- the band teased bill on how quick he cozied up next to you during the game

- Tom dry humping the air and George pretending to make out with Gustav to embarrass Bill and he’s just there like…

- 🧍”and that’s why I’m leaving”

- He would go off to find you and complain abt how annoying they were as you both munched on some snacks until the break ended

- He would always giggle when you spoke and you thought he was making fun of you

- He kinda was in his mind but he mostly just loved the way you sounded and when you tried to speak German it made him all giddy for some reason

- couldn’t contain himself around you he was always laughing at your jokes and smiling so hard when you talked to him and he himself didn’t even know why

- wouldn’t stop complimenting you because he loved how happy you got when he did

- always positioned himself so he was touching you in someway be it your thighs being smushed against his when sitting down or his arm slung over the sofa to play with you hair

- sat with you even after the game was over not caring how his band mates were snickering at him

- he loves your accent it’s his new favorite thing

- you always caught him staring into your soul while you were speaking with the interviewer (he doesn’t know how mean he looks pls forgive him)

- fans got butterflies on how he would just randomly stare at you for a few minutes before looking back at whoever was talking

- Tom said you looked like a tomato the whole time and wouldn’t stop making fun of you and bill had to smack some sense into him (literally) to get him to stop

- during the middle of the interview some random questions were asked and he saw how quick you got weirded out

- was annoyed the rest of the time, he was sitting there giving the interviewer the biggest stank eye ever while talking to you

- He’s good at making ppl look stupid I just know it

- The interviewer would ask him something and he’d be like “Idk, what do you think?😐”

- his manager had to tell him to get his act together bc ppl were starting to notice💀

- when the interview ended you made your way out to the balcony to relax before you had to leave to the hotel

- You didn’t notice Bill had rushed off to follow you until you heard the emergency exit door being pushed open

- he looked around the small balcony until he spotted you

- His face lit up when he saw you 😕 to -> 😃

- he waved as he jogged over to you

- he tried to apologize for the questions but it came out more in German than English but you understood

- You smiled and looked up at him with heavy eyes before puffing some smoke out of your nose and telling him it was “whatever”

- He was practically drooling over you he thought you looked so pretty

- the way your eyes looked with that lazy smile on your face was doing something for him

- But he just smiled like he understood what you said before grabbing the blunt from you and taking a drag

- He coughed

- so much

- it was nighttime and dark so he thought it was a cigarette and quickly found out it wasn’t

- “you, okay?”

- “Ja! 😊” (He’s not okay)

- it was fine though you both laughed and made fun of the incident after

- he was basically caging you between the chain fence with his body (I’m going crazy) without noticing

- When he finally did the blunt was dying down and you were gazing at the stars while he gazed down at you

- “I wanna kiss you so bad right now”

- you just stared at him with the sweetest smile he’s ever seen because you didn’t understand what he was saying

- if you knew the things you did to him oh my god

- before you put out the joint you shot gunned some smoke into his lips and that seemed to finally pushed him over the edge

- when he kissed you he tried to be slow n soft but it escalated quickly bc he has no self control with you

- he’s a lightweight and was so out of it, eyes droopy and everything

- so noisy with it to, gasping into your lips the whole time when your fingers even slightly grazed his skin

- had his hands tangled in the fence and his knee pushed up inbetween your legs to rub against you

- rutting himself into your thigh while making out (dude’s starved)

- since he was so much taller he was basically hunching over to reach you

- everywhere you touched all you could feel was him and it made you so dizzy

- whined into you neck the whole time, he couldn’t get enough of you, wanted all his senses to be filled up with you

- “Want you, need…need you. Need to feel all of you”

“Name please- need you now, please I’ll be good”

- makes his brain all fuzzy and he can’t think when you kiss him

- gets out of breath so fast bc he’s so overstimulated but doesn’t wanna stop so it leads to him panting like a dog in heat

- he’s never had it so bad for someone like he had it for you

- grins into the kiss when you notice his tongue piercing

- you had your arms around his neck to bring him down to your level and played with a hair for a second and his eyes rolled back and he let out the most pornographic moan you’ve ever heard and had no shame abt it

- kept doing it when he noticed how heated you got from it

- forgets how to function when making out w/ you

- got a little to frisky and you had to stop him before you went to far and risked being caught

- your manager was so frustrated with you both when he found out but you both just giggled and ran off to go do it again

- if you googled ‘dumb teens in love’ you two would show up as the definition

- you hung out with him and the other three the rest of the time you were in Germany

- you and Tom scare him all the time and he’s so extra abt it

- Screams, then gasps for air, and then pats down his body to make sure he didn’t ascend before glaring at you both and throwing whatever’s nearest to him at you

- the media loves you guys together

- some thought the relationship was fake because you guys were just that couple

- He helps you learn German and you help him learn English

- literally started bawling into your neck when you had to leave a few weeks later

- whined abt how you should “just move in with him bc it’d be easier”

- travels to America lots but mostly pays for you to come out to Germany because he thinks it’s easier

- always calling and texting each other when your both free

- go to each others concerts to support one another (so cute!)

- so many pictures of one of you at the others concerts cheering for them in the crowd

#bill Kaulitz #bill Kaulitz x reader #bill Kaulitz smut #tokio hotel x reader #Kaulitz twins #Tom #Georg #bill #Gustav #stoner! reader #x reader #tumblr #writing #fanfic #smut #implied smut #strangers to lovers #fling

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olive-fics · 1 year ago

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Or you write abt abby being co workers with your older sibling and you guys meet for the first time!😭

OMG yes in love with this idea. ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

NOT PROOF READ!!

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Abby Anderson and your brother,Leo had shared an incredibly tight bond. They weren't just close friends and co-workers; they were practically inseparable. You couldn't help but assume that there was something more between them, perhaps a romantic connection or at the very least, an extraordinarily close friendship.

You were constantly caught in a whirlwind of mixed signals from Abby. After all, it seemed almost unfathomable that she didn't like women, considering her magnetic personality and charm. And on the rare chance that she did have an interest in men, you found yourself puzzling over what exactly she saw in your brother that made their connection so undeniable...

It was hardly a secret to Leo that you found Abby undeniably attractive. He could easily see past your occasional moments of "gay panic," and your unspoken feelings for Abby were an open book to him.

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The final days of summer were fast approaching, and as a high school senior, you were nearing the point where your seasonal work would typically come to a halt. Naturally, you began the search for a job that didn't mind your complex hours from school and your afterschool clubs or tutoring you did. Luckily, your older brother Leo, who happened to be the manager of a popular local restaurant, extended a helping hand. He offered you a position as a waitress, knowing that your hours were "weird" so he "didn't mind.." he claimed.. You still debated working there though.

Desperately, you'd turn to Leo and say, "Leo, you know I struggle with communicating with strangers. I'm not sure if I can handle this." You whispered, fully aware that Leo's determination to secure this job for you was unwavering, as if his life depended on it.

"No, Y/N, you're taking this job. And don't worry, I have a friend who can give you a hand." He chuckled at your apprehension.

Your eyes widened in suspicion. "Who, Leo? If it's Abby, I swear to God..." You threw your hands to your side trying not to literally fight him.

That's when Leo slyly handed you a sticky note with the words "Anderson, Abby. 4:30 training."

You couldn't help but groan in frustration, and as you glanced back at the note, you realized your fate was sealed. "LEO YOU'RE SO DEAD!"

. . .For the rest of the day, your heart raced in your chest. The anticipation and anxiety over working with Abby were almost unbearable. You felt an overwhelming desire to escape, as if you could shed your own skin and start anew in a different city, far away from the turmoil of your emotions.

Despite the overwhelming emotions, you knew there was no escape. "Just tough it out, Y/N," you repeated to yourself as you reluctantly slipped on the restaurant's uniform - a plain navy blue button-up shirt and black dress pants.

You couldn’t help but attempt to do your makeup today,curl or straighten your hair.? You couldn’t decide,what would Abby like..? You were so caught up in how you looked you almost lost track of time,it was already 4:00.

You rose from your desk, applying a quick coat of vanilla-scented chap-stick before gathering your courage and heading out for what was called.. "training."

Arriving at the restaurant, you heaved a sigh of relief that you had made it on time. Abby was already waiting for you by a small booth, and her warm, welcoming smile instantly put you at ease. The scent of pine from her soap wafted toward you, and for a moment, you stood there, rendered speechless by her presence.

"So, you're Y/N, right? Leo's sister?" she asked, offering a friendly pat on your shoulder, and you simply nodded in response.

Abby's friendly and confident demeanor instantly put you at ease. She leaned in a bit and said, "Alright, Leo mentioned that you might not be so good with your words. But I think we can work on that, what do you say, Y/N?"

Your reaction was immediate, and you almost choked on the air in your sudden nervousness. You managed to stammer out a response, nodding with a shy smile and a soft, rosy blush gracing your cheeks.

“Y-yeah..”

Abby took out a small electronic tablet for taking orders.

"That's a great place to start," she said, flashing a warm smile. "I'm going to teach you how to use this, alright? Sound good, doll?"

The moment felt almost surreal, and you were convinced that you might faint. Abby's beauty and perfection were so captivating that it felt like a dream come true.

"Sounds..Sounds good!-" You managed to say sighing quietly.

As Abby patiently guided you through the ins and outs of the register, taking orders, and the various parts of being a waiter/server, your attention couldn't help but wander. You found yourself subtly studying her toned arms and the way her muscles moved, noticing the delicate veins that seemed to gently protrude in certain areas, creating a contrast that had your mind wandering as you tried to focus on the task at hand.

As Abby noticed your distraction, she leaned in close, her warm breath brushing against your neck, and whispered, "You alright there, Y/N? I promise, I won't bite.." Her words were laced with a hint of playfulness and flirtation, creating an electric atmosphere that left you both intrigued and blushing.

You chuckled nervously, tapping on the small tablet in front of you,"I-Oh, please," you replied with a shy smile.

Abby playfully scoffed, leaning even closer as she whispered, "You think I won't, Y/N?" "You wouldn't dare to," you challenged playfully, meeting Abby's gaze with a hint of amusement.

Abby's smile widened, and she gently touched your shoulder. "Is that a bet, Y/N?" She let out a soft, melodic giggle, and the air between you seemed electric.

"Shush it, Anderson," you replied with a playful eye roll.

Abby smirked and playfully mocked, "Mhm, that's what I thought." She then turned away and asked, "So, are you going to go tell Leo all about me now?" Her tone was light and teasing you..

"HE TOLD YOU?!-" You couldn't help but nearly die considering your own brother would share your thirsty comments about Abby to HER. You were going to kill him when you got home.

"Hush, it's alright. I think it's cute." "I hate you." You grumbled quietly." "I'm sure you hate me soo much.. 'Tis too bad.."

With a soft giggle and a roll of your eyes, you 'clocked out' of your training day. Walking home, embarrassment still coursed through your veins, you couldn't help but fidget with your pockets. That's when you felt a small piece of paper tucked into your back pocket.

"2425 Constance RD, 8:30"

~Abby ♡︎

You weren't missing this.

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OK IF THIS WAS DUMB I'M SORRY! ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

I'll start the officer Ellie thing from @offtwotheraces Tiktok,I would've posted it but my inbox has been kinda full recently and wanna do anon requests :)) Thnx!

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verdemoun · 6 months ago

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WHAT HAPPENS WHEN JOHN MEETS ABIGAIL AGAIN😭😭😭😭

oh my sweet summer child which one. don't worry i'll do both

john's death is awful. it's abrupt but it's not fast. he wheezes, knowing any breath could be his last but still fighting despite there being more lead than bone in his body in case he still needs to protect abigail and jack. falls to his knees, still trying to make his lungs inflate, feels himself falling backwards as the clouds in his vision turn to black

feels someone catching him. pain is gone instantaneously and he gasps like he was suffocating. strangely familiar voice he'd almost forgotten but could recognize anywhere tells him to take it easy, it's alright. wildly glances over his shoulder to see arthur. hosea's there, kneeling in front of him, trying to assure him that 'it's okay, son' in that crackly old voice he hasn't heard in over a decade.

still trying to catch his breath, looking around wildly and the first thing john asks is where's addie. not abigail. addie. because if he's seeing arthur and hosea, he's dead, and he can deal with that later but that means he can see his little girl again

and arthur, who once mocked his brother as 'father of the year' and despised how he acted with jack for so long can't feel anything but pride because the first thing stupid dumb younger brother asks for is his daughter. can't help himself from chuckling, because charles is no doubt struggling to keep her in the car, makes some gesture to release the little demon who has been bouncing up and down since she found out her dad was coming 'home'

john hasn't even picked himself off the ground before he's holding his arms open and abigail marston jr is sprinting to him. beaming like he is the luckiest man in the world for being shot 21 times because he gets to hold his little girl, kissing her cheeks in adoration, asking where she got the idea to get so big.

it's been less than a year but to not see a child for almost a year feels like a lifetime. she's almost 3 inches taller, she's giggling and whining he's going to squish her he's hold on so tight and he has to stop himself from thinking about the last time he saw her. last time he saw his little girl he was burying her.

the gang are almost glad to be forgotten about. there's john marston, older than they'd ever seen him, older than arthur ever got to be in 1899, who experienced his own death seconds ago immediately becoming a father again.

he answers her excited questions so gently - so sorry he was away so long. he went to mexico and all over new austin, but he thought about her every night. that mommy and jack still need to look after the farm so they couldn't come with him, that she better have said thank you to uncle arthur and uncle charles for taking care of her while he was gone and he's never putting her down again, despite her squirming and wriggling in his arms because she's a big girl who doesn't need to be carried

on the drive the gang can't even talk to him because he's just staring at his little girl nestled up beside him with so much love, trying not to look obviously confused and slightly horrified by her holding up an iPad and eagerly explaining how to play way of the turtle because 'arthur i swear to god if you converted my daughter into chelonianism i will find a way to kill you also why is this moving picture show handheld and interactive'

if he ever struggles adjusting to modern era he doesn't show it. the second he saw his daughter he knew that eventually (sooner than he'd like) his family would be together again and he would go through hell/learning to drive and work a mobile phone and getting a shitty part-time job as a laborer to make sure they are all safe with a place to call home again

in direct contrast, abigail marston nee roberts death is so peaceful. bedridden for days, knowing her body was quitting and blaming the immeasurable toll of heartbreak despite how much she tried to pull herself together for jack's sake. jack, who looks so much like his father, sitting at her bedside and insisting he'll be okay (for her sake. he very much won't be)

it's a blink. one blink, she's looking at her son, and the next it's her husband. the images almost overlap each other, their similarities and differences never more obvious. jack squints because he reads too much, young enough that it hasn't formed lines on his face yet but promises to. john squints to make his singular eye focus (well, he has two eyes, but she knows he can only see out of one after those damned wolves). his face is worn, an old, scarred map of the lives he's lived. the corners of his mouth tug more with smile lines than frown, though. it's like a secret between them, how often he smiles

it's like jack and john are in the exact same spot, sitting beside her, but the walls of bedroom have become a field, as john takes her hand delicately as if it isn't as rugged and haggard as his from years of washing, cooking, tending to the chores on the farm that used to be his

"hey"

he sits beside her, staring at her as much as she's staring at him. she looks so beautiful but so tired, holding onto so much grief that no one person should shoulder alone. abigail notices he's somehow older, like the three years they've been apart have affected him too. more crinkles in his face, but his hair doesn't look so dry

he cuts her off before she can work herself into a panic over where their daughter is, as much as he knows it's been so much longer for her. addie's fine, arthur is entertaining her, she's as bossy and demanding as her mother (to which abigail playfully hits him for) arthur's here, sadie's here, charles and hosea and lenny and sean and karen, the whole gang, they're here too. not heaven or hell but something else she can worry about, figure out and understand later

might as well be speaking latin because abigail could not care less after she heard her daughter was there. she just so wholly, entirely missed john she doesn't want to take her eyes off him in case she blinks and he's gone again

#rdr2 timewarp au #john marston #abigail marston #abigail roberts #marston daughter

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eris-snow · 11 months ago

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Hiiiii!! I hope you’re doing well ^^ this concept has been plaguing my mind for DAYS. listen. Mute reader joining class 2A where bakugou has already started going deaf from his quirk. AGH I swear it’s so cute I’m already dying, probably angst to fluff type stuff idk ur the boss here :3

(this is my first time requesting I hope I’m doing it right lol)

Oh you're so sweet! Don't worry about requesting your request was so cute 🥰

But YES, this is such a good headcannon 😭😭

Katsuki would think that you're way too quiet, and imagine his surprise when you start signing to him.

He'd just gotten back from the hospital after a particularly shitty injury, so he wasn't there when you were introduced to the class

He didn't know that you were mute, so when you camd rolling up to the dorms, all he saw was a way too quiet girl holding a way too big box for your size.

You must be the newbie, Katsuki sighs, squinting at you. It takes him five seconds to realise that your quirk wasn't strength based, and 10 to realise you had 5 of those big ass boxes to get through, before he kicks off the couch to help.

It's fine. He's been through this, he's gotten help. He can talk to people without brandishing insults now.

"Jeez, pass me that, you freak,"

Head, meet hard wood.

You, however, don't seemed fazed at all. Instead, you let out a sigh of relief, happily passing him the box and taking another one to carry to the lifts.

He's almost glad you don't say anything, because at least then, he doesn't have to go 'SPEAK UP, NERD' on ten different occasions. He wasn't wearing his hearing aids, after all.

When he does finish helping you, you're bowing to him profusely, and to his utter surprise, you lift your hands and start signing to him.

Do you know handsigns?

He almost rolls down the stairs.

Yes, Bakugou signs back. You bow at him again, and Bakugou feels giddy.

Thank you! I'm sorry if you found it rude when I didn't respond, but I am mute. I appreciate your help, Bakugou-san! I hope we get along !

And that's how Katsuki gained a new friend.

Oh and don't forget about the silent conversations.

Besides Deku, you were the only one fluent in handsigns and Katsuki took full advantage of that.

Just imagine, 20 odd class mates and no one knowing what words being exchanged between the two of you.

Communication is the one of the most important thing on the battlefield, and the scariest thing was that Bakugou was starting to have difficulty doing that, patrol or not.

For some reason, having someone who understands that fear makes Bakugou feel just a little bit more stable.

On paper, your disabilities should hinder your ability to get along, but like how two unlike poles attract, you get along swimmingly. Communication, which is supposed to be one of the most difficult actions to carry out is so smooth with Bakugou it's basically telepathy at this point.

A glance at you.

Oh, you want your protein shake.

A gesture to the teacher.

Oh, you need help with a question.

A middle finger...("Oi, Bakugou that wasn't a handsign-WAIT WAIT NO DON'T-")

Means a dead Kaminari.

And for some reason, even if Katsuki can never hear your voice. Even if you can't ever tell him how much he means to you, you'll stand by his side even if the world tilts sideways, or be the first at his door when his nightmares overtake him.

You'll be the first to guess what's one his mind and stand by him no matter what.

After all, actions speak louder than words, don't they?

#mha #mha fanfiction #my hero academia #bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugō #bakugo x you #bakugou x y/n #bakugou katuski x reader #fluff #bakugou fluff #bakugou angst #mha angst #angst #requests #request

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jasntodds · 8 months ago

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Petrichor [18]

Pairing: Jason Todd x Fem!Powered!Reader (little bit of fwb)

Words: 9,775

Chapter Warnings: Swearing, angst, canon character death, blood, canon violence, mention of previous abuse, mention of drug use, mention of drug addiction, mention of canon gore, kind of a mention of alcoholism

Summary: ❝Pylades: I’ll take care of you. Orestes: It’s rotten work. Pylades: Not to me. Not if it’s you.❞

Gotham is home, not just for Jason but for you, too. And now that you’re both finally back home, together, you’re ready to see where this next chapter brings the two of you. He’s your best friend and you’re his. And you both might want a little something more with being back home, the place you both feel most comfortable. Surely, nothing could possibly go wrong now.

A/N: I can't believe I've had to type out canon character death 4 times for this series lol You can add yourself to the tag list below, ask me to be tagged, or you can follow my library blog @jasntoddslibrary and turn on notifications if you prefer that!! I love feedback, I swear it keeps me posting on a weekly basis 😭

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You and Gar are seated on the floor facing each other while Rachel went out to get you some supplies. You're trying to wrap your head around how you're supposed to function around the city and take down Crane when the entire city wants your heads on spikes. The GCPD has always been weird about Batman but now they actually want all of the Titans taken down and with Crane behind it, that can't mean just throwing you all in cells and tossing away the key. You can't just go out and fight every civilian that hates you now. They're brainwashed because that's what Crane does and fighting people who have no clue what they're doing isn't going to help your situation. It feels more like you're all sitting ducks at this point.

"Doesn't it bother you?" Gar asks, breaking the silence between you, earning an eyebrow raise from you. "How Jason came back."

Your eyes narrow slightly, unsure how or why it would bother you. Him being alive is a good thing. "Why would it bother me?"

"I mean the Lazarus Pit." Gar states as he leans forward. "Like, he came back and that's just it? Some water somewhere is magic and can bring people back from the dead. That doesn't make sense."

You nod your head slowly, this is the same thing he told you at the manor when he showed you some of the books Bruce had on it. "Yeah, we went over that. It's because of Ra's which I think makes a lot of sense, honestly. It's still bothering you that much?"

"Yeah, like why doesn't anyone know where it is? Or what if they do but it's a secret. Bruce knew, right? Why didn't Bruce close it off like the others? Why did he keep the one in Gotham open?" Gar rambles off his questions.

Of all topics that's going to pick at Gar, this is it? The Lazarus Pit? You're bothered by it, too but not enough to be sitting here thinking about it when you're worried the Titans are going to be hunted for sport now. You've been separated and you're going to need each other but Gar doesn't seem bothered by it at all. Just the Lazarus Pit.

You blink at him a few times. "I've been trying to rationalize the decisions Bruce makes but I think that's more of a dead end than anything else. If anyone is going to have that answer outside of Bruce, it'd probably be Jason or Dick. But, they don't really get him either. I don't know." You shrug your shoulders. "Bruce is paranoid, maybe that's all there is to it. Couldn't explain why no one else knows..."

"Yeah, he's paranoid!" Gar groans. "So why leave it open?"

"No, I mean that's probably why. Or research." You let out a breath. "Maybe he's worried something will happen if he closes all of them off. Or he needs it to do more research. I don't know." You scoff. "I don't know how he feels about resurrection so maybe he wants to use it to help people or something I have no fucking idea, Gar. I think you'll drive yourself insane if you try to rationalize Bruce Wayne." You lean back on your hands, stretching out your legs.

"Maybe more people know about it." Gar says quietly. "If Crane knew..." Gar trails off as his eyes grow worried.

Without him finishing, you know exactly what he's thinking.

"Yeah, thought of that." You nod your head, your heart skipping a beat.

If Crane knew and his guy knew, more people know. They have to. Gotham is a big city so anyone can stumble upon it. People talk, it's what they do. It can't be that big of a secret. The question is who knows about it. If Crane knows, more Arkham inmates might know. More people who are crooked might know. There have been some really bad people who've been killed. If Jason can come back, so can they.

"We have to find it." Gar states.

"Why?" You ask flatly, tired of the circles you've been running.

"So we can do something about it." Gar says sternly.

"Like what?" Your voice raises.

Considering Crane is literally taking over the city, poisoning the water, and still might be wanting to distribute his drug, you think your hands a little bit full at the moment. Why go messing with something like a Lazarus Pit? That just sounds like a bad idea. Doing research into it is fine but the way you see it, it's probably best to leave well enough alone. Maybe you all should tackle one problem at a time and the Lazarus Pit doesn't seem to be a problem right now.

"I don't know! But maybe we can understand more about it and...use it for good. Or close it off so people like..." Gar's voice trails off as his eyes dodge yours. "The Joker don't get brought back."

"We should leave it alone." You urge, not missing a beat. "That's...that's Bruce and Ra's' business and Jason filled me in on the whole League Of Assassins and the Al Ghuls and I don't want to fuck with them."

"Since when are you on Bruce's side?" Gar scoffs in disbelief. The you he knows would love to do anything to get one over on Bruce, to show him up, prove he's wrong. Or just spite him in general. "He left. He left Dick to clean up his mess."

"I'm not on Buce's side." You grit your teeth. "I don't know why I have to be on anyone's side besides my own, by the way. Look, he's been doing the Batman shit a long fucking time and his methods don't always work but there has to be a reason the pit was left open." You pause for a few seconds before you shake your head. "It brought Jason back. It's not up to us to close it or do something with it."

The room falls silent with your final words. A lot of really bad people can be brought back and that is obviously a big concern. And you disagree with Bruce like you get paid for it but you know if that, of all things, was left open there is a reason for it. It brought Jason back. The way you see it, it can't be up to you and Gar to do anything about it. The Lazarus Pit isn't a battle and it's not up for Gar and you to make it into one. That's Bruce, Ra's' and Jason's business now.

"I got everything." Rachel states as she walks into the room, gaining Gar's and yours attention. The two of you get to your feet as Gar takes the bag from Rachel. "So, this happened last night? With the GCPD?" Rachel asks as Gar looks through the bag and pulls out a box of Cheeze Its.

"Yeah." You nod. "We, uh, we were set up. Dick and Babs had a plan to get the public off our backs but uh, Crane has basically the rest of the department on his payroll now so, uh, yeah." You nod your head as you look to the ground. Gar nudges you softly, offering you the bag. You look inside, seeing clothes. "Thank you." Your eyes widen at Rachel as you nod your head but before you can go to change, all of your phones start blaring an alarm.

The three of you pull out your phones, hoping this means cell towers are back up and running but you can never get so lucky. Instead, Jason wearing the Red Hood suit appears on your screens. Sam's heart falls to her feet. This is never good.

"Hello Gotham!" Jason cheers. "It's Red Hood coming to you live from the most exclusive spot in town: The Batcave. For too long, this city has been at the mercy of criminals and I'm not just talking about the Penguin and the Riddler and The Joker. I'm talking about the ones who pretend to help but only make things worse. First Batman and now the Titans. Hypocrites who feed off of your terror and pursuit of glory and they turn Gotham into a city of carnage. But it all comes to an end today. There's a new savior in town. First thing I'm going to do is burn the trash. You hear me, Nightwing? You're public enemy numero uno. But not for long, meet me at midnight. You know the place. It's time for us to finish this." Jason finishes before the screens go black.

You can feel the headache coming back. What the fuck?

"Okay, what the hell was that about?" Gar asks, looking to you.

Just last night Jason got you both to safety, took out the snipers. Gar might have been a bit out of it but he remembers that pretty vividly. Now, Jason is back with Crane?

"I literally have no fucking idea." You let out a groan, stuffing your phone back into the pocket of your suit.

"I thought he was on our side?" Rachel asks.

"Yeah." Gar raises his brows. "Isn't he supposed to be?"

"He is!" You immediately defend, desperately grabbing for an ounce of faith and reason Jason might have. "I don't know what he's doing. Maybe..." You pull in a breath, trying to figure out why he'd be acting like he's trying to target the Titans. If it were you, it'd be an act, a ploy to play both sides. "Maybe it's to meet up with Dick? I don't know. I mean, he has to make the public think he's with them and not us. He has to play along with Crane or he's dead again. And Crane clearly has access to the towers so it's not like Jason can just...call Dick. Crane might know." You nod your head, mostly just blurting out whatever bullshit you could come with on the spot.

"That's not reassuring." Gar remarks. "How do we know he's not working with Crane again?" Gar asks and he wants to hold onto hope that's not the case but after everything, even he's starting to be chiseled down into a calloused version of himself.

"We don't." You state, holding your head steady, careful not to waver. "We don't know. I don't think he would but it's always possible Crane drugged him again, I guess." You roll your eyes before you roll your shoulders. "Okay, I'm gonna go find Dick."

"No!" Gar protests. "They're going to try to kill you if you go out there. We need to stay hidden until we think of a plan."

"Yeah, I'm with Gar on this one." Rachel states, glancing between the two of you.

"I know this city like the back of my hand. I can find him and be fine." You argue back casually.

At this point, you aren't too afraid of what's out there. It can't possibly be any worse than anything you've experienced lately. You can change, go out as a civilian until you find them. It shouldn't take too long and if it does, you know where they'll be at midnight and you can go there. Someone has to find Dick before any of this gets any worse. And someone needs to find Jason to make sure he's not actually going to try and kill Dick again. You're volunteering, again.

"How are we supposed to find you again then?" Gar asks.

"I don't know." You shrug. "Rache's ESP or whatever?" Rachel offers a slight glare to you as you shrug and give her a grin. "That's kind of what it is." You mutter under your breath. "Whatever Rachel just used, use that. I'm gonna find Dick and if I can't, I know where they're gonna meet."

"Why do you know that?" Rachel asks.

"Because I know Jason and so does Dick. So I'm gonna go there if I have to." The casualness of your voice is not reassuring to Gar or Rachel.

"We're gonna try to find the Lazarus Pit then." Gar states, holding his head high as he crosses his arms.

"You're not gonna stop about that are you?" You ask slowly, giving Gar a slight glare.

"Nope." Gar offers you a smile right back which gets your rather cold exterior to crack just a little.

"Fine but can you promise not to mess with it...like don't take any water...liquid? From it, okay? Or have Rachel try to destroy it." You raise your brows at Rachel and then at Gar who starts to beam.

"Of course not." Gar nods his head once. "I just want to find it, learn more."

"Alright." You let out a sigh. "I'll change and head out. If we don't meet up and you don't hear from me before somehow, we'll meet back here at noon tomorrow, okay?"

"Sounds good." Rachel offers a soft smile. "Don't do anything stupid."

You let out a soft laugh. "Yeah, too late." You look back to Gar. "You guys don't do anything stupid." You smile cheekily at Gar before you turn on your heels. "Be careful!" You wave a hand as you leave the room.

You start your search near the tunnel system, hoping Jason will be there at least but he's not. The reality is that if Jason doesn't want to be found, he won't be. That little bit of information about him has you starting to really worry. It's probably nothing. Jason is probably just with Crane, getting information and saving his own ass. But, there's this small part of you that does wonder if he's preparing to go after Dick again. As much as you don't want it to be true, a part of your trust in him is gone. It's been ripped and torn to unrecognizable shreds. It's as if he took that trust and ripped it apart, baring his teeth with anger like a rabid bear and it can't be mended from that. It's not how it works. There is no fixing it. Just gaining something new and you are not there yet. That leaves you questioning his motives even if the beating between your ribs is telling you his intentions are only pure.

Finding Dick is of no use either. You don't even know where he would go. At least with Jason, you know he likes the school around the block from the library but he doesn't care for that library. He prefers the one near the shelter that houses mostly kids. He has his favorite gargoyle. Finding Jason, when he wants to be found, is easy but Dick? You have no clue where he would even go. He probably has places to go but you aren't sure of any of them which leaves you mostly wandering around until it gets closer to midnight.

By then, it's time to change and meet them at the spot. If nothing else, Dick will be there and you'll be able to tell him where Gar and Rachel are.

This is not how Jason wanted this to go. He wanted to meet up with Dick but with Crane having control of the entire city, he couldn't risk it. Too bad for Jason because Dick does not trust him. Dick has offered him no benefit of the doubt of this not turning into a fight and no part of Jason actually blames him even if he's mad. Of course, Dick doesn't trust him. Why would he? But Jason doesn't stop fighting him to try to explain anything and neither does Dick. Instead, the two of them fight, throwing punches and kicks. Dick uses the enigma sticks and Jason shoots at Dick a few times. It's turned into chaos.

Somehow the roles have flipped. Jason doesn't want to kill Dick but by the way Dick is fighting, Jason is scared Dick will fight him till the death and Jason doesn't want to die again...not yet. It leaves him with no choice. Fight harder, faster, better. Be better.

But Jason and Dick's attention is pulled away from each other.

"What the fuck are you idiots doing?!" You yell, fully suited up again and just walking up to see the chaos they're creating.

This does not look good. They shouldn't be fighting. If all Jason wanted to do was meet up with Dick, they shouldn't be fighting. Something went wrong and at this point, you aren't even sure who caused it this time. But by the way Dick snaps his attention back to Jason and smacks him with the stick, you almost wonder if it were Dick that started this.

Jason doesn't take it lightly, immediately stepping back into combat mode and firing a shot at him. You roll your eyes, pulling out your grappling hook and a knife. You aim the hook at Jason's feet and the knife at Dick before you fire and throw. The hook smacks Jason's feet, throwing his aim off while the knife's end hits Dick's arm with enough force to get him to drop his stick.

"Hello? What the fuck are you two morons doing?" You snap again.

"He started it!" Jason yells as he points at Dick like a child.

Dick snaps his attention back to Jason. "Me?!"

"You threatened to kill him again, Jason!" You yell at him. "Seriously, what the fuck is going on?!"

Jason spins to look over at you. You cannot believe he wanted to fight Dick again. Of all people, you have to know this is not what he came here to do tonight.

"I just wanted to fucking talk and he attacked me!" Jason points at Dick again.

"Gee, I wonder why Dick would attack someone who just threatened to kill him. It's a real brain teaser, Jay." You quip back but you roll your eyes and look over to Dick. "So...you gonna kill him now?"

"I saw him!" Dick defends as he points the stick at Jason once he picks it up. Are they both five? "At the PD." Dick clarifies. "He was on the roof when we came out. He was in on it!" Dick closes the distance between them and smacks him with the stick again.

Jason doesn't miss a beat in fighting back, not even bothering to explain that he was at GCPD to help. Of course, Jason isn't going to try to explain that now. You're just exhausted with these two. At some point, they need to learn how to communicate with words and you figure, maybe they can just fight it out for once. Maybe they need to just fight until they get tired. So, you cross your arms and decide you'll watch and try to intervene if it looks like they might actually kill each other.

Dick ends up disarming Jason entirely, sending him to the ground just as a crowd of civilians gather around to watch the show and that's when your stomach starts to sink. Jason will be fine but these people hate Dick. The fight turns into a violent hand-to-hand fight, the two of them throwing punches and kicks as hard as they can and going for the neck. Jason grabs Dick's neck, pushing him back but Dick grabs Jasn, throwing him over Dick's head and slamming him on his back onto the hard pavement. You wince at the sight and sound. Dick walks over and picks up one of Jason's guns before he goes back to Jason and stands right over him. Dick points the gun at Jason's head.

You're quick to run and stand over Jason. You look up at Dick. "Dude, put the gun down." You put your hands out in surrender, the gun aimed at your stomach. "You're not gonna kill him." Your voice doesn't waver even if you're not entirely sure if that's true anymore.

Would Dick kill him?

Jason doens't want to die. It feels wrong to be back. It feels wrong. Like he's stretching the universe too far and it's all going to snap back, straighten itself out and toss him back into the grave where he belongs. But today, at the hands of Dick Grayson? No. He is not dying tonight so he decides to taunt Dick. Even if Dick wants to kill him, he'll never do it. He'd never give Jason the satisfaction even if Dick were able to toss his morals to the side.

"I did this to you." Jason mutters.

"Shut the fuck up, so fucking help me." You look to the sky in annoyance.

"You did this to yourself." Dick points the gun past you, aiming at Jason again. You move to stand in front of the gun again.

You were just shot two days ago. As badly as it hurt and as bad as it still sucks now, you'll take the bullet if you need to. No one is dying tonight. You've all lost too many people already and this is over a miscommunication.

"Come on. Give me the fucking gun." You mutter. "You're not like us." You plead, locking eyes with Dick.

There's something about the way you say it that gains even Jason's attention. It's not pained or sympathetic, it's just honest. It's not remorseful even, just honest and candid. But it's sad with the smallest touch of desperation. It says everything Dick and Jason need to know about how you really feel about people killing other people.

Dick looks at the gun and back to you. He hands you the gun and you take it, removing the bullets immediately and tossing them before you bend down beside Jason to make sure he's okay. For a second, you really thought Dick just might pull the trigger.

"You okay?" You ask softly as Jason leans up on his forearms, his head and back throbbing from the impact.

Jason looks back at you, brows pinched tightly together but then he sees movement from the corner of his eye, grabbing his attention behind Dick. "Nightwing." Jason's voice is rough but stern, harsh. A warning. Jason's eyes widen with the slight nod of his head.

You follow his stare, seeing an innocent civilian aiming a gun at Dick. Dick's brows pull together but before he can turn around, the kid starts shooting. Lucky for Dick, the suit is bulletproof. The bullets bounce right off as Dick turns around. The gunfire comes to a stop as you and Jason watch from your spot behind him. The both of you start to worry, just a little because the suit might be bulletproof but the kid just needs one lucky shot for this to be catastrophic.

"Woah, easy. I'm not here to hurt you." Dick says, putting his hand out as he walks towards the kid.

You get to your feet first, offering Jason a hand up. Jason takes it but the two of you keep your eyes on the kid. Scared kid, a gun, a guy painted to be the enemy fighting the guy painted to be the hero. The air fills with dread, suffocating Jason with its bare hands tattooed with guilt and regret. It's his fault Dick is here. It's his fault he didn't just say what happened and what he wanted. None of these people should even be here. What is he supposed to do?

"Careful, put the gun down." Dick states.

Jason pulls out another gun, switching to new bullets. He's definitely not going to shoot a scared kid who thinks he's doing the right thing. But, he can shoot in that general direction, he can just use it as a threat if he needs to. He doesn't want to threaten the kid but if he has to he will. He did not come here to kill Dick, get Dick killed, or watch him die. Not tonight.

"What the hell are you doing?" You whisper to him.

"Being prepared." Jason mutters back.

Dick hears Jason and turns around to face him before he starts walking back toward you and Jason. Dick is on guard, feeling as if he can't trust Jason. The second his back is turned, Jason is reloading a gun. From Dick's perspective, Jason isn't done fighting and Jason poses more of a threat than the kid. So, he pulls out the enigma stick again.

Before Dick can reach you and Jason, the kid starts shooting again. Dick is blocking them but Jason pulls you behind him, blocking you from the few shots not even putting any thought into it. But, by the time the third shot rings across the stale air, it finally makes proper contact with Dick. The kid got lucky. The kid got lucky, sending the bullet into Dick's neck right above where his armor stops.

It's as if the entire scene falls into slow motion as you and Jason watch in horror as the blood spurt from Dick's neck. Jason's heart stops beating entirely as Dick's hand goes to his neck, trying to put pressure on the wound. Jason eyes the kid who doesn't even look surprised or sorry or fucking scared. He doesn't look scared. He should look scared.

Jason didn't feel scared killing all those people but if he weren't high, he would have at least felt something. There would have been some part of him that would have felt some sort of fear or remorse or pity or he would have had a thought questioning if it were the right thing to do. Is this really the last resort? He would have felt fucking something other than pride for a job well done. This kid does not look like any of those things. He looks like he just did something on a random Tuesday night. No remorse, no consequences. Just a thing he did.

What is the city turning into?

What has Jason turned this city into?

"I did it for you." The kid's wavered voice breaks the silence, shattering the slowed illusion.

Jason glances to Dick as he falls to the ground and then he looks back to the kid. This is not what he wanted. Crane, Jason, they convinced the public of this. That this was the right way. Jason may not have had a part in that video but it never would have been made if it weren't for him. The public is gonna get blood on their hands. This will clear up, somehow, someway, it will and now this innocent kid, has to deal with the death of someone on his own hands for someone who was masquerading around like a hero, like a savior.

"Red Hood." The kid states, this time the unsteadiness of his voice is gone. And then he starts chanting Jason's vigilante name, over and over and over again as the rest of the civilians join in.

You look at him with heartbreak before you run over to Dick, pushing him onto his back where you put your hand over the neck wound. How could this happen? Another person? Another fucking person? Dick was always right about Gotham. Maybe Bruce was right about Gotham.

Jason went into more detail about what Bruce said to him the day he took Robin away. Bruce had said something about how people lose themselves to the city. Maybe he was right. Maybe they go mad, maybe they turn into murderers, and maybe they die. But eventually, maybe everyone gets lost in the city of damaged hopes. And maybe Dick was right, too. This city takes and it changes people. It's as if this city needs the chaos of destruction in order to stay afloat and it waits in the shadows, just waiting for the perfect victim at the right time before it sinks its teeth into them. It bleeds them of all their good parts until there's nothing left. A perfect sacrifice for the city.

Maybe that's all Gotham is because Dick is bleeding out because some kid got fucking lucky with a gun.

Jason watches in horror and having everyone chant his name does not sound as good as he once thought it would. At one point, he thought having everyone cheer for him would feel good. He would be important but he just got his brother shot. Someone who has almost always just tried to help him. Jason has been out here trying to kill him and thanks to you, Dick was willing to trust Jason and give him a second chance but now he's just been shot and it's his fault. And he's going to die because of him.

Jason knows what it's like to die and it's fucking terrifying and painful. Tears brim his eyes and the crowd is still chanting and he sees your cheeks glistening in the low streetlights around you. He wanted to talk but when Dick attacked first, rightfully so, he just couldn't help it. He thought that it was over for him and maybe it didn't have to be. How the fuck did he get here again? He should have just surrendered. That's all he had to do but his ego and pride get in the fucking way. All he ever does is get in the way. Dick's gonna die and it's all his fault.

He wants to run, get out of here because it's all too much. Too loud, too heavy. Too much pressure. Everyone is cheering as if Jason pulled the trigger and killed the worst of the worst. They're brainwashed and Jason knows that better than anyone. Someone has to snap them out of it. It's too much but running and pushing has never done him much good.

"Get out here!" Jason yells over the crowd as the chanting slows down. Your attention, like the rest of the crowd, lands on him. "Go! Before I start fucking shooting." Jason aims the gun into the air, his arm steady and his eyes threatening.

"We're on your side!" One of the citizens announces.

"So do what I fucking say." Jason snips back. "Didn't ask for you fucking help here. Get out of here." Jason takes steps toward the crowd as they start to back away.

They grumble and mutter amongst themselves before they eventually disburse. Jason takes that as his cue to run up beside you, leaning over Dick. There's blood pooling out of his mouth as he gasps for air.

"I can't stop the bleeding." You state. "Think he hit the fucking artery."

"I got it." Jason mutters, slightly nudging you out of the way where he can replace your hands with his. You have had enough blood on your hands lately, this is on Jason.

Neither of you have ever seen Dick look scared or panicked. Surely, he feels it. He is human and normal, mostly. But, he's really good at hiding it. With Deathstroke, you didn't see the look of pure terror on his face when you were standing outside the window. You didn't see the look of horror and agony on his face as Jason was falling to his death. You didn't see it because Dick has always been good at making sure no one sees those emotions from him. He has to be strong, sturdy, and a little calloused in order for everyone else not to panic. If the leader looks panicked and scared, so will everyone else. If everyone is scared and panicked, mistakes are made and more people die. So, he hides it. Until now.

Dick can feel the blood loss taking over, making him light-headed. The blood loss and bullet wounds alone are making it harder to breathe. He knows how long he has, maybe minutes but nothing more. Not unless you or Jason can get some sort of help in the next few seconds. He's going to die and it is fucking terrifying. He isn't ready. He has too much left. Who is going to look after the Titans if he dies? Who's going to stop Crane? He has too much life to live, outside of the Titans to die tonight but he is helpless. There is no help and there is no hope. It's just him bleeding out in the middle of downtown Gotham.

"Get." Dick tries to pull in a breath. "Help."

You look around and you don't see a single person around. Your heart starts to break as the lump comes back to your throat. It destroyed you when Jason died and it destroyed you when your mom died. You're actually pretending like Tim survived just in case he didn't. You can't deal with it if he died, too. But, you look back at Dick and you're really scared he'll die.

You might fight with him all the time and disagree with him usually, but you have a lot of respect for him. He saved your life more than once. You might not like his morals but you think he is a good person and he tries a lot harder than anyone else ever would. To help innocent people. To help you, no obligation, no transaction, no contingencies. He helps you because he just does. Just like with Rachel and Gar, and despite what Jason thinks, you think that's why he tried to help Jason, too. Just because. It shouldn't be Dick to die. The Titans need him. He's a really good leader, usually. It's almost shocking but he is. And everyone trusts him. The Titans will fall apart if he dies. They practically fell apart when Donna died but Dick would kill them. The Titans need him. You need him.

Jason glances over to you, knowing this is going to be bad. He's not going to make it and by the look of devastation in your eyes, he knows you feel it, too. And then the throbbing under Jason's hands comes to a slow halt.

"Dick?" Jason questions, looking back at him. "Hey, man, stay awake." Jason holds his voice steady, careful not to let it slip how much this is ripping him to shreds. "I can't feel his pulse." Jason says quietly, glancing back to you before he pulls his hand away, trying a different spot but he still feels nothing.

"Keep your hands on the wound." You mutter, moving to the opposite side before you place your hands on his chest and start chest compressions.

Jason watches you, trying to keep his hands steady on the wound but with every ump, Jason can feel blood coming from the wound, warming his hands. The tip of Jason's nose starts to feel like it's on fire while his eyes feel like someone's just thrown sand into them. This cannot be happening. Dick is otherwise dead and he's got you doing CPR, just as you did the night Jason died. And Jason can't peel his eyes away from you as some sort of self-torture because he thinks this is probably similar to how you looked that night.

The hood of your suit falling off of your head, resting lazily on your shoulders and moving with every compression. The way your hair is a complete mess. Tear-stained cheeks shining against any light that they catch. And blood soaking your skin. Jason wonders if this is the exact sight Babs walked in on. You must have felt so alone.

"Dick!" You and Jason hear Gar's voice from across the pavement, wet footsteps picking up their pace. "What happened?" Gar yells as him and Rachel get closer to the two of you.

"He was shot." Jason states as you don't miss a single beat.

"He's not breathing." You rush with heaving breath.

"Are you sure?" Gar asks with glossy eyes.

You stop, feeling for a pulse and there's still nothing. "Positive." You continue chest compressions, looking to Rachel who falls to her knees beside you.

"Is there anything you can do?" Gar asks, looking at Rachel.

You stop, sitting back on your toes, to see if Rachel can use her powers somehow to save him. It might not have worked on Donna but maybe it could work on Dick. He hasn't been dead long. Maybe that matters and Jason and Gar seem to have the same hope. Jason pulls away while Gar keeps his stance steady, almost holding his breath as Rachel tries her powers, a purple glow coming from her hands over Dick's neck. But nothing comes from it. Instead, the purple fades as Rachel lets out a cry.

"It's too late." Rachel sniffles, looking to Gar.

Gar lets out a scream as tears start to fall from your eyes. Jason's eyes stay trained on Dick, almost distant as he thinks the pain of it all has just chewed him to pieces. What are you gonna do?

You look to Rachel who looks like she might break into a million pieces right in front of you. Gar yells again as bats crowd the space above all of you. The four of you look up, watching the bats circle around all of you. Gar starts to have problems with his eyes as he rubs them only for his face to start turning green and then his hands start to change until his body follows. Suddenly, Gar is a bat, flying with the others above you.

"Gar?" Rachel asks.

You, Jason, and Rachel get to your feet as the bats circle closer and closer to Dick, Gar right in the mix of them. You all back away as the bats fly down to Dick and start to pick him up, all of them working together. They fly Dick high into the air before they start moving.

"What...the....fuck?" You look to Rachel as she'll have some sort of answer.

"That's new, right?" Jason looks to you who just nods.

"Come on." Rachel says, without missing a beat, grabbing some of Gar's clothes before she starts following the bats and Gar.

You and Jason exchanged a confused look before deciding to follow. You both have absolutely nothing left to lose at this point.

"I thought he couldn't turn into anything else?" You ask as the three of you run to keep up with the bats.

"He turned ito a snake once." Jason answers, not even thinking.

He was possessed at the time and the reason Gar turned into a snake in the first place but Gar talked about it a lot at first. Jason tried to help him transform again, several times with different methods. Getting him mad, scaring him, sparring harder with him, they tried everything but nothing ever worked. And then Gar stopped talking about it.

"Yeah, once but now he's a bat?" You question. "What the fuck?"

"Is that really what you're concerned about right now?" Rachel asks, her voice torn between amusement and worry.

"I mean..." You suck in a breath. "It's better than the alternative. I would prefer to focus on the weird shit than the sad shit."

Rachel gives you a subtle glare as you keep up your fast walk. It's not a long walk before you all reach the entrance of a building and Rachel is the only one who understands what's happening.

"They're taking him to the Lazarus Pit." Rachel says as Gar and the bats take Dick into the building.

"What?" Jason almost demands as his steps come to a hard stop. "You found it?"

"Yeah." Rachel mutters softly, turning around to see Jason not walking and you standing a few feet in front of him.

He can't go in there. It feels wrong. How do you know Dick would want that? Would he want it? If someone were to have asked Dick before he died if this is what he wanted, would he say yes? Would he agree to it without knowing the consequences of being brought back? Would he be okay with the constant feeling of being pulled back to the dark where the Grim Reaper waits with a smile?

But Jason looks at you and Rachel, the two who Dick has saved. It's not his place to argue it. Dick hasn't been dead long. Maybe he won't feel the way Jason does. Jason was dead a few days. Maybe it's different. Maybe the Pit has different effects the longer someone is dead so it's not his place. Jason hasn't been on good terms with Dick in a few weeks, he doesn't get a say. But, he can't go in. The pull is too strong and his bones feel like they might vibrate and shatter right through his skin. He can't do it.

"You coming, Jay?" You ask softly as you close the distance between you. You thought maybe he'd want to see the thing that brought him back. It is fascinating. And maybe he could be there if it works for Dick. Maybe help.

"No." Jason shakes his head. "I'm going to Crane." Jason spits it out without thinking as he watches the shock consume your face.

"Do you think that's really a good idea?" Rachel asks as a wince almost consumes her entire expression.

Jason takes a step towards you and nods his head at Rachel before looking back at you. "I gotta try to fucking help. Maybe I can get Crane to spill with Dick dead. He won't know about the Pit."

He has to do this. Maybe he can convince Crane to give up some form of information. If the Pit can bring Jason back, it can bring Dick back. He's going to wake up in a few hours and now it's Jason's job to get him some answers so they finally put this whole thing out of its misery. He owes Dick that much.

"Are you sure?" You ask, eyes scanning his face as if fully convinced this is just him avoiding something.

Jason nods softly. "Yeah, go with them. We'll meet later." Jason offers something that's not quite a smile.

You don't like the idea but...maybe Crane will think Nightwing's death is on Jason's hands. Maybe that'll be enough for Crane to actually trust Jason just enough to offer some sort of information to him. It's the right thing to do.

"Okay." You nod reluctantly. "Be careful, yeah?"

"Always." Jason gives you the subtle smirk he always does before he nods and runs off in the opposite direction.

The two of you go into the building, following the way Gar and the other bats took as you run to catch up. You get to an open room where a glowing pool of blue liquid sits right in the middle of the room. Gar and the other bats hover above it, holding Dick's lifeless body.

"Gar, now!" Rachel yells as the bats start to lower Dick into the water.

Once Dick is lowered, the bats fly around until Dick is completely submerged and then they disburse. Besides Gar. You and Rachel sit at the edge of Lazarus Pit, just watching as it starts to bubble. This whole thing is weird but you can't help but feel just a little bit of hope. If it worked for Jason, it should work for Dick.

"You're not allowed to leave anymore." You mutter, keeping your eyes on the Pit.

"What?" Rachel shakes her head in confusion.

"You're not allowed to leave. Everything went to shit and you show up, find me and Gar and then the damn pit. You can't leave, Titans need you." You nod your head quickly as Rachel smiles softly, looking back to the pit.

Gar transforms back to himself and starts getting dressed. Once he has his pants on, he walks to the edge of the pit, standing opposite you and Rachel. He's blinking dramatically, having a subtle sway to stance as he tries to get his equilibrium back to normal.

"He's gonna make it, right?" Gar asks, looking at you.

Gar isn't sure how you would know but you're the one who's had more conversations with Jason than anyone. Jason might not know a lot but something about asking you gives Gar hope. Maybe you do know the Pit works every single time. Gar hopes it works like that.

"I don't know." You shrug. "Uh...J-Jason just said, uh, that someone put him in it and then he was alive. So..." You nod your head. "I-I guess if that's all there is...yeah. Jason was dead for a few days so..." You pull in a shaky breath.

"I can't believe he actually died." Rachel states, her eyes on the pit. She says it mostly out of hope that whatever happened with Jason to bring him back, will bring Dick back.

You glance to her before you pull your knees to your chest. You know it's because Rachel is finding all of this out for the first time while everyone else has had a few weeks to digest the news and fumble their way through the aftermath. But, no one can believe Jason not only died but then came back. It's the way it's talked about, how it's said in passing and so casually that you almost wonder if they're all just...fine with it. At the end of the day, Jason died. He died. That was something that happened and he remembers it. As someone who was nearly beaten to death, you know that was haunting. Is haunting. You can't imagine what dying is actually like. And how terrified he probably still feels. But, everyone else is...it's as if that aspect of it, doesn't matter. To some extent, you get it. You understand because he became Red Hood and decided to kill Dick. You understand because they didn't see it. But, it irks you anyway.

"Sorry." Rachel says quietly. "I didn't mean anything by it. I just meant that it's kind of crazy. Jason was reckless but I didn't think he'd actually get killed." Rachel explains calmly.

"No, it's okay." You shake your head. "You're just getting the news of everything and then Dick is killed. I get it, don't worry about it."

"Are you okay?" Gar asks, his brows knitted together in their usual state of worry.

"I'm fine." You look up to him with one stern nod. "Been here a few times, right?" You quip bitterly.

"That's why I asked." Gar nods his head.

"Yeah, I'm good." You sniffle. "Are you guys okay? I mean...it's Dick." You look between Rachel and Gar as if feeling you have no right to grieve him as much as them.

You've been at odds with Dick most of the time over the last few weeks. It doesn't seem fair for you to absorb any space for grief. It should be given to Rachel and Gar.

"No." Gar answers. "What're we supposed to do without him?" Gar's voice nearly shatters.

"We don't have to think about that because if it worked for Jason, it'll work for Dick." Rachel states with ease and you're not sure who she's trying to convince.

"Yeah." Gar says shortly.

"I think we need to force the batboys into therapy after this. Group and individual until they learn how to have a conversation." You groan, trying not to focus on Dick actually dying and not coming back from this.

"We all need therapy." Gar mutters as he comes to sit on the other side of you.

The three of you fall silent, just watching the pit with no idea how long this is supposed to take or if you'll even know if it works or not. This is definitely the pit but none of you know the logistics of it. For all you know, this isn't going to work or it could take hours or days. So, you just fall into silence, mostly thinking of everything that's happened.

It's haunting and sets reality into stone of the work you all do. Of couse, it was real the day Donna died. Wonder Girl was killed. It was real then, too. But, it was an accident. And then it was real when Jason died. But, it was Jason who was killed by The Joker. That was different. This is Dick though. He's the leader and even when he's wrong, he still knows what to do. He was Robin. He's Nightwing. He's not supposed to die and he did anyway. And it was by some kid with a gun. It wasn't The Joker or Two Face or Deathstroke. It was just some kid. A kid Dick would have protected but everyone turned their backs on the Titans over Crane. And Dick was killed for it.

What are you all supposed to do if this doesn't work? Just go back to San Francisco like nothing happened? That doesn't seem possible. It'll just feel cold and lonely.

Between the three of you sitting here, he's saved your lives more times than you can count. He is the older and annoying brother none of you really asked for. It's losing another family member. But...it hits a little different this time. So, the air around you feels like it's carrying bricks and the guilt of the entire world.

Jason, he's also still processing everything that's just happened. When he left to meet Dick, he knew he'd have to start talking immediately, given his own broadcast and conversation with Dick. But, then the flashbang went off and it's like it...triggered something in him where he just had to fight. He just had to. Something deep inside of him told him Dick would never let him explain why he did what he did. It's the immediate defensive mechanism and he knows it. But, he's on the way back to the manor and he's thinking that was just dumb. It was not giving Dick any bit of credit which Jason doesn't like to do on most days but he deserved this time. And now he's dead. He's dead and that's Jason's fault because that kid was defending him. Everything is his fault even when he is desperately clawing his way away from all of this. It follows him.

He told you that, months ago, it follows him like a curse and he has never been so sure of that. First it was his mom. He is not mad at her and he holds no resentment towards her but he wasn't enough for her. She chose those drugs every single day over him and he knows part of that was so she could function. That's how it started. It started so she could take care of him. If it weren't for him in the first place, his mom wouldn't have gotten addicted and then she'd still be here.

His dad was angry and desperate because he was just trying to provide for them. He was down and out and he was an ass and abusive but there was a point, before the alcohol, where he was trying. He was trying and if it weren't for Jason being an extra mouth to feed who needed other things, maybe his dad wouldn't have been so angry and desperate.

Had he never gone after Deathstroke, you wouldn't have been there. Had he never gone after Deathstroke, the Titans wouldn't have left and the tower wouldn't have been attacked or the Titans would have fought together. Gar wouldn't have been kidnapped and turned into a killer. Donna wouldn't have died.

You wouldn't been traumatized had he never went after the Joker. You wouldn't have been shot. Dick wouldn't have been shot and killed. Hank wouldn't have been killed. Everything that's happened has been following right on his heels like a rabid dog chasing him down a dead end alley. There is no escape. He is just stuck in this constant spiral of agony and causing everyone else around him the worst pain they will ever experience.

This is all his fault and there's nothing he can do anymore.

Even if the Pit works, will Dick remain the same? Or will he be as terrified and traumatized and stuck as Jason? Whatever side effects Dick gets from the Pit, that has to fall on Jason, too.

Jason reaches the Batcave, the cuts from Dick's punches still bleeding over his face. Crane is dragging his scythe on the floor, his face covered in fresh cuts. He's got this evil and eerie smile while there's a body on a table, cut open with his organs sticking out. This is the first time he's ever felt terrified of Crane. At the hospital, it wasn't Crane Jason was worried about it. It was who would call in. But this? This is Crane losing his damn mind on some, likely, innocent person and Jason thinks his days are definitely numbered with him. Everyone's days are numbered with him.

"Nightwing's dead." Jason states, his words flat and pained.

"Batman saved my toy." Crane says but it's only slightly enthusiastic, almost childlike as he holds up the scythe by the chain. Crane lets out a light chuckle as Jason just watches him closely, ready to move if Crane tries to pull anything. "A trinket of our courtship together. Who would have thought he was so...sentimental."

Jason's eyes narrow as he watches Crane. All of this...over his scythe? Jason knew he was insane but he's really pushing the envelope tonight.

"Did you hear me?" Jason questions but with no venom or snark. His chest is in so much agony, he doesn't think he can muster it at this second. "I said Nightwing is dead!" Jason gets himself to yell, growing frustrated.

"So?" Crane states. "Wasn't my monster." Crane states plainly but not in the way where his words feel light. This time there's something heavy and dark in his tone, running a chill up Jason's spine. The scythe drops to the floor, Crane still holding it by the chain. "He's your monster. What do you want? A cookie?" Crane offers a half-assed chuckle, mostly to himself.

A fire starts erupting through Jason's blood like an overdue volcano. He can't be serious. Getting clean, Jason realizes that so much of the shit Crane was spilling was just him manipulating him, making sure Jason had no one to run to besides Crane. But, there's some part of him that is still hurt and disgusted by the reaction. It was Crane's idea.

"You said that's what you wanted." Jason argues softly, taking just a few steps toward Crane. "When it was done, we would save Gotham my way." Jason's voice is small as the sense of betrayal kicks in.

He is only here to find out what Crane has planned and then he's gone. But, he can't help how badly it hurts. It would hurt anyway because he was manipulated into it. Turned against someone who has been looking out for him. But, Jason, as far as he knows, felt like Crane figured they were still on the same side. This doesn't feel that way. That's when Jason is realizing that's the point. Jason does the dirty work so Crane can be up at the top, hands clean and filled with the power Jason served him on a silver platter.

He knew that's all it was but maybe a part of him still believed otherwise and for the life of him, he has no idea why.

"Gotham will be saved." Crane starts his walk towards Jason, holding his scythe so it doesn't drag on the floor. "But first, it must be destroyed. As clever hopes expire, waves of fear and anger circulate over the bright and darken the lands of the earth." Crane explains as he uses the chain to sway the scythe back and forth while he paces in front of Jason.

"What the fuck kind of gibberish is that?" Jason quips back not even entirely sure if Crane is actually coherent.

"No," Crane says quickly, turning to face Jason. "No, not gibberish. No, it's the past come to life in the present." Crane pauses and Jason realizes how completely fucked he is. "An ode to the bat and his wee bird. When they stopped me, but they can't stop me now. No." Crane is looking away from Jason and Jason is starting to wonder if Crane is talking to him or just talking to himself or some third person Jason isn't aware of. "They can't stop me now...because." Crane shakes his head. "Because we will walk among them. The dead." Crane looks back at Jason and Jason hangs his head, something about him basically being the dead. "And the fallen city will be like...it'll be like a beacon. Very soon, very soon, Jason, very very soon they will die. Yes, they will die."

What the hell is this maniac even talking about?

"Who will die?" Jason asks cautiously.

"All of them!" Crane faces Jaosn as he screams, his entire face turning red. "All of them! Everybody." Crane looks to the floor and this is not how Jason wanted to fix Gotham. The answer isn't gutting the fucking the city. "You still stink of fear. After all that I've given you."

Jason's growing tired of Crane's babbling. It's not making any sense and he wants to get the fuck away from him before Crane tries to slice him in two like the other guy.

"You said I was gonna be a savior." Jason nods his head at him, a hint of disgust in his voice. "Is that your whole plan? Destroy the fucking city?"

"Is that not what it's been about?" Crane states almost whimsically.

"And how the fuck do you plan to do that?" Jason lets out a scoff but Crane just offers him a harsh glare as Jason sees his grip tighten on the chain.

Crane isn't going to tell him anything and even if he does, it'll likely be an incoherent mess like it has been the last few minutes. It was a waste of time, mostly. What Jason does know now is that he wants to destroy the entire city. There are a lot of ways to do that though and that's where he finds himself stuck. But, he can't stick around here. Not when there's no chance of getting a good answer.

"I won't help you destroy the city." Jason holds his stance, firm but calm.

"Well," Crane says with disappointment. "Perhaps you won't." Crane says before there's a pause and then he turns around quickly, throwing a scythe at Jason, still holding onto it by the chain.

Jason dodges just in time, moving quickly away from Crane. Crane follows right after him, swinging his scythe at him and just missing by a few inches. Jason keeps moving away and running, avoiding the blows each time. He does not want his head taken off tonight. That is not the plan. So, he dodges and once he sees the opportunity, he runs out of the Batcave as quickly as he can.

Crane has officially lost it which was only a matter of time before that happened. Jason was hoping they had a little bit more time but, if Crane is losing it, that means he'll be easier to take down. Once Crane starts losing his mind, he gets distracted, starts losing some of the quick thinking he's so proud of. But, Crane has something in place. It's the way he talked about it that tells Jason Crane won't need to do anything else. It's already in motion. So, now he needs to find at least you, Rachel, and Gar and maybe the four of you can figure it out. Maybe you've had some luck with the Lazarus Pit.

Jason hopes you've had luck with the Lazarus Pit.

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lowkeyrobin · 10 months ago

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EVIL DEAD RISE ; crush headcanons

includes ; danny & bridget

warnings ; swearing, that's it lmao

pronouns ; they/them

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DANNY

probably realized he was falling for you on a late night karaoke drive

you guys had nothing better to do so you drove around town and blasted music in the car to try and get tired on that random Friday night

just seeing you all dancey and happy, like, couldn't stop staring at you with a smile

if you give him any compliments, he kinda stutters up a thank you and tries to hide his face getting a little pink

once you walk away or anything he then overthinks the whole thing and starts mumbling to himself

"what the fuck was that????"

he tries to reach for your hand to hold it but always backs out

you catch onto it

at one point it pisses you off sm that you just grab his hand and drag him along

gets all red and shit

"What's this for??"

"Just hold my hand, pussy"

probably one to remix songs you like and stuff and send them to you

you upload them to a spotify artist account for him so you can listen to them and stuff

plus he can start growing a platform early on, so win win situation

he probably attempts to make you fanart but gives up

his art style is music, not drawing lmao

I hc that he knows how to play piano (much to his father's dismay, he says piano is for girls only,) and plays some piano to you over one of those YouTube videos where you click the numbers for the notes cause it'll skip through the video LMAO

you definitely ask him out first

he tried to once and backed out...

"hey, y/n/n, can I ask you something???"

"uh- nevermind, it's not important"

the way you make him smile.

his family are your biggest shippers

bridge thought it'd be funny to make an edit acc for your little ship and holy shit is she a good editor

she got videostar and everything 😭🙏

BRIDGET

I feel like she tries to stray away from her feelings about you

she has more important shit to worry about like equal rights and protesting to help free colonized/enslaved countries

she probably met you at a pride parade (whether you're just an ally or not, you were there lmao)

and you became friends rlly quickly, you complimented her hair, she complimented your outfit

probably realized she was falling for you during a sleepover while you were watching a movie

the way you were making some commentary over Terrifier to not puke out of disgust had her cackling in laughter

she worships you like a God when she gets past her "I don't like them" phase

constantly talks about you to her mom and danny

danny teases the hell out of her 💀💀💀

she probably has the balls to ask you out first bc she never gave you any signs to work off of other than being extra nice to you and always talking to you

her friends constantly take pictures of you guys holding hands and stuff

she's not big on pda so hand holding is mostly it for public and stuff

you guys probably started a YouTube commentary channel to react/talk about movies and stuff lol

#danny bixler x reader #bridget bixler x reader #evil dead rise preferences #evil dead rise oneshot #evil dead rise x reader #danny bixler #bridget bixler #morgan davies #gabrielle echols #lowkeyrobin

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writer-of-the-shack · 1 year ago

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pls can u write ANYTHING for a pretty boy x gn! reader? no one writes 4 him n im so desperate u don't understand 😭

In all honesty, I can agree with this. The lack of Intersection Pretty Boy fics just makes me- GGGGGGGGG

Also, sorry for the long wait!! Honestly, I had to rack my small brain for some prompts that would make a good scenario so- Ehe..??? HOW MANY YEARS??? THIS IS THE LONGEST I THINK THAT A BLOG HAS RELEASED ITS FIRST POST AND I'M HONESTLY SO SORRY I PROMISE I'LL DO MY BEST WITH THE OTHERS IT WOULDN'T BE A YEAR LONG WAIT I SWEAR--

Within the Fog

The town of Nanchou-Shi was eccentric in its own right. With the obsession of the townsfolk over intersection fortune telling and the rumors of the ghost that haunts the town's tradition, the Intersection Pretty Boy. Though intersection fortune telling was something that people mostly do in search of that one seed of hope, the circulating cases proved otherwise. If not, it proved to be more dangerous than helpful.

In truth, the strange problem of the town seemed to have beckoned a morbid curiosity within you. The fact that these unfortunate souls met their ends when all they wanted was hope for their romantic struggles was a tragedy in its own right. Yet not only were they caused by random strangers that happened to pass by, but the most intriguing part was that the victims would often talk of a beautiful boy in black wearing red lipstick. He was an unknown entity that piqued the fear and interest of many.

With the mystery of the Intersection Pretty Boy's origin and identity, all fingers are pointed at your unfortunate friend, Fukata Ryusuke, claiming he was the Intersection Pretty Boy. But doubt would always wrap your mind in its shadowy cloak as you think of the connection between the Intersection Pretty Boy and Ryusuke. He never wore earrings, nor had you seen him owning red lipstick. Yet the tension of his posture and the sweat trailing down his face roused your suspicion.

As usual, the rumors regarding Intersection Fortune telling had been one of the school's favorite topics to gossip about, and your piercing gaze with the worried glances of Midori was of no help as Ryusuke struggled through the day.

Through the classroom window, it was easy to know that it was another gloomy day in Nanchou-Shi. Though the school had sheltered the students from the fog, they couldn't stay in school for long. But it was a thought that barely reached their restless minds, for what drowns their caution was the overpowering curiosity and temptation of Intersection Fortunetelling. Ryusuke never seemed to do it for the sake of his struggles, but it seemed more of a responsibility for him, one that seemed to come at the price of his well-being. As the fog hung in the air, he'd walk through the town, passing through intersections and giving advice. As days went by, curiosity crept from behind, slowly engulfing your mind as the image of what remained of your friend, Ryusuke, would occasionally flash within your mind. How thin he had become, how dull his eyes would come. He seemed like a dead man walking.

Your thoughts continued to dive deep into the intriguing mystery of Nanchou-Shi. But with the chilling hush of the wind, you were dragged back into reality, your view obscured by the overwhelming fog. "Tsk… Lost. I shouldn't have spaced out like that." Frustration clung from the back of your head as you internally scolded yourself. Helpless, you tried to navigate through the fog, wishing for something to enter your line of sight, perhaps a wall or a sign. And so, your wish came true as gray walls entered your line of sight, concealed by a veil of fog. Towards the wall, you walked. Mind running through memories to see if this wall was a puzzle piece to a place you've walked past at some point. But to no avail, your thoughts froze as your fingers made contact with the sharp turn of the wall.

You were at an intersection.

Cold realization struck as you froze in your spot. It felt like the wall was absorbing your hand, refusing to let you escape. The silent atmosphere of Nanchou-Shi felt more ominous as your eyes darted around the fog, paranoia creeping in like a silent predator. Was that figure walking towards you just a figment of your imagination? A hallucination? A tall, slim figure walked through the fog, seemingly unaffected by the heavy fog. It wasn't in a hurry like a businessman running late for work or a daydreaming student idly walking from school with their bag in hand or shoulder. The figure strolled casually, the rhythmic clack of their footsteps growing nearer and louder.

Paranoia turned to panic as your silently wary mind exploded into a flurry of thoughts. Whether you believed in the tales of the Black-Clothed ghost or thought it was just an elaborate cover for someone's crimes, you knew the outcome was inevitably grim.

The fog soon made way for the figure, revealing an otherworldly beauty. Eyes devoid of life, red-stained lips curved in a small yet mysterious smile, he wore no other color than black. The fog didn't seem like an entity of its own, but rather, it was akin to a veil that lovingly embraced him.

And as your eyes found him, it felt as if your heart froze. It was a contrast to your mind running in a storm of frenzy. Yet like the calmness in a storm's eye, one thought echoed in your mind like a voice lost within a looming cave.

Run.

With sudden courage, you ran from the intersection. Your beating heart echoed in your ears as the heaving of your breath grazed past your auditory senses. Yet none of those seemed to drown the echoing footsteps of the Intersection Pretty Boy. The image of the tall ghost was carved in your mind as you ran through the streets of Nanchou-Shi, using every turn to your advantage. But no matter how many turns you took, the chill that clung to your back didn't fade.

With the doubtful reassurance of your mind, you finally slowed your pace as you leaned on a lamp post for support, catching your breath. As you looked up, your eyes met the all-too-familiar gaze of Ryusuke. His confused gaze set upon you as he approached you with caution. "(Y/n)..?" The sickly-looking boy gazed at you, cold sweat trailing down his cheek as he took in your disheveled appearance. With the haunting image of the Intersection Pretty Boy flashing in your mind, you chuckled as you smiled at Ryusuke. Finally, in the presence of a familiar face, the veil of caution and fear slowly slipped from your mind, leaving only a tiny stain of vigilance within your mind.

"Ryusuke! " A sigh of relief escaped from your lips which curled into a smile that Ryusuke reciprocated with an uneasy smile, shoving his hands in the pocket of his uniform slacks. The fragile smile on his face dropped, unease flooding through his eyes as he looked at you as he spoke. "I didn't expect that I'd see you here…" With his hands still in his pocket, he walked past you. The Black-Clothed Ghost loomed over you, and he stood with his back straight. Ryusuke, though he hid his hands in his pocket, walked with a slouched back and heavy shoulders.

"… The fog's heavy. You should go home." He said as he looked at you over his shoulder. Unlike the ghost, who seemed at home in the fog, Ryusuke seemed like a fearful prey within the heavy fog. As his figure disappeared into the heavy fog, you struggled to take in your surroundings through the heaviness of the fog. Relief flooded over you the moment you recognized the streets.

You were finally near your home.

Finally, inside the safety of your home, you hurried towards the privacy of your room and into the comfort of your bed. After your eventful walk back home, you were too tired to get back up from your bed to change out of your uniform. The softness of the bed was just too comforting for you to leave as your eyes shut, slipping into your dreams.

Opening your eyes, you found yourself on the cold streets of Nanchou-Shi. Upon noticing the familiar fog surrounding you, your eyes widened as you sat up and looked around. Echoes of steady footsteps reached your ears, sending your blood running cold as you turned your head to see the all-too-familiar silhouette of a looming figure.

As the silhouette grew nearer and nearer, your mind began to yell at you to run. But as you tried to stand and run, you couldn't. Your body felt as if it was frozen, glued in place. Why? You couldn't move your own body, and he was nearing you. His eyes were an empty void of lifeless white. With his red-stained smile, you could feel his gaze on you.

At last, you managed to stand to your feet, taking your steps back, away from him. Set on running away from him, you finally turned away and ran deeper into the endless fog. You couldn't tell where you were going. Your mind plagued with fear as the sounds of his footsteps didn't seem to disappear the more you tried to run from him.

It only seemed as if your attempt was futile. Wordlessly, he appeared from within the fog and walked past you. Each time he opened those red-colored lips, you ran faster, not wanting to hear any words coming out of his mouth. The more you ran, the more it seemed like you were in a desolate town. You expected to run into someone, perhaps Ryusuke, but there was no one except the Black-Clothed Ghost.

Feeling your heart hammer through your ribs as you ran deeper within the fog, breathing felt heavy as your body gave out. You didn't know how long you were running, and the more you ran, the more pointless it seemed. Countless turns and intersections greeted you, and it only seemed like you were running in circles. No matter how many turns you took, he's always there.

Leaning on a wall as you tried to catch your breath, you lifted your head to find the heartless ghost walking past you with an eerie smile. As you watched him walk past an intersection, a sigh escaped your lips. The momentary relief washed over you as you thanked your luck that you stopped on the length of the walls and not its corners.

Resting your head against the wall behind you, you closed your eyes in hopes of waking up. This was a dream, you were sure of it…

… And you woke up. Not on the streets, and most certainly not on your bed. Turning your head to look over your shoulder, you found yourself leaning against a person's leg. Standing with the back facing you, you let your eyes wander upwards only to find him again. His hands hidden in his pockets, his lithe figure loomed over you who remained on the ground.

Turning his head, he looked over his shoulder. Though his eyes were empty, you felt his gaze at you, felt him staring at you with the seemingly amused smile still on his red-stained lips.

And as his red lips parted, his voice rung to your ears, his words echoing in your mind.

"Never return."

#Intersection Pretty Boy #Lovesickness Dead #junji ito #junji ito x reader #Intersection Pretty Boy x reader #Seriously I'm sorry for taking A G E S

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perfectfangirl · 6 months ago

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notes after rewatching fallout s1 ep8

• maximus is once again on a [brotherhood of steel] vertibird. this time is much different though. he's no longer a nervous, inexperienced squire. he's a man with a mission. a completely different one from the start. he's going to dupe the brotherhood of steel and buy time. to help lucy. • as he stares at two knights, it flashes back to lucy telling him to find her after all this. they do. but they cannot stay. • as the vertibird travels to filly, the transmission on the vertibird goes "the locals put up a fight, but so did we". makes so much sense why cooper told lucy to leave the griffith observatory, the brotherhood of steel really probably would've killed her • filly has been uh "secured" by the brotherhood of steel and maximus presents the not actual head to elder cleric quintus. elder cleric quintus in an obvious move asks maximus "you're wearing the knight's red. where's your knight?" in this moment, it is [the still injured] dane who takes the head from maximus to give to elder cleric quintus. maximus makes eye contact with dane and i swear i felt a mountain move

• maximus divulges that knight titus is dead to elder cleric quintus. elder cleric quintus, ever the inquisitor says "this is not the first time a brother in your company has fallen into misfortune..." dane precariously climbs the stairs elder cleric quintus is sitting atop. worry and fear spreading across their face with every step. "is it?" elder cleric quintus finishes. • of course they check this fake head and it does not register anything in it when a device is used on it to detect the resource. maximus has been had. "i fear you lied then. just as you lie now." elder cleric quintus accuses. "no artifact, m'lord" • maximus is visibly going into shock, his deception having been rooted out swiftly, easily • the problem here is that accidentally getting the wrong head is plausible. but coming back without your knight and possibly being the one who sabotaged another member are all red flags. elder cleric quintus is left with no choice but to assume here tbh

• as maximis initiates a speech check to begin bargaining for his life, two knights who escorted him in now hold him down. priests or whatever start chanting. a third knight with a gun walks up behind a kneeling maximus. ah ok this is an execution now, got it • "please listen to me! i can get you the real head!" maximus begs, the barrel of this large gun touching the back of his dome. the terror is visible and palpable but only on maximus' and dane's faces. "confess." elder cleric quintus hisses. maximus pleads again "don't kill me and i can lead you to it!". fair bargain to me, nobody else in that town knows where it is except maximus • in this same line, the camera is on dane. such fear in dane's face. • as maximus yells "i can help you!" dane drops to their knees, breaking the thick tension with a confession of their own, "please, m'lord. my injury was my own doing. not his." before dane can continue, maximus once again reminds, desperately "please... please, i know where the head is!" with dane next going "for the sake of the brotherhood, please listen to him!" • elder cleric quintius says something interesting to me. he says "such a display of loyalty. don't see that much anymore." elder cleric quintus is not talking about the brotherhood of steel. elder cleric quintus is talking about dane's loyalty to maximus. remember back with episode 1 where i said dane is maybe in love with maximus? yeah

• in this scene we learned that not only did elder cleric quintus still suspect maximus gave dane that foot injury despite having him squire for knight titus but that dane also self inflicted that injury • maximus is let go, almost assuredly having pissed his pants 😭 • notice how elder cleric quintus was elevated above everyone else in this scene. he was atop the stairs in filly and anyone who spoke to him kneeled. his position and his rule in this faction is of interest to me for sure • the next shot with elder cleric quintus and maximus is very star wars and i'm going to explain that • in a dimly lit private meeting, elder cleric quintus asks maximus "you think you're the first squire who coveted his knight's armour?" he then asks how knight titus perished. "he died running" maximus says almost in a disillusioned way. upon hearing this, elder cleric quintus replies "the brotherhood has lost its way." i wonder how many other knights are scared

• "we once ruled the wasteland... and yet power is taken. not given." oh, fallout--- • "a lesson you seem to have learned." yes and no, i love how maximus taking the armour of a [terrible] dying man wasn't so bad to me, it felt like self preservation, that man was going to get maximus killed otherwise • "so, if what you say is true, and you can lead us to the relic, then together, you and i, we will have power. and with it... we will start a new brotherhood." here is exactly where i see some star wars. anakin. anakin and palpatine. the circumstances are only a little bit different. orphan, raised in a cult, never given opportunities they desire, vulnerable so an old manipulator is in their ear trying to gain power. practically twins. • listen... i only now understand elder cleric quintus runs a chapter and not the entire thing. mans wants it all. not a bad bargain for maximus and the fusion core can do this. • elder cleric quintus reminds maximus that his entire life he wanted a home. there are flashbacks to maximus surviving the shady sands incident and him seeing a knight. he asks maximus simply this "build one with me."

• lucy freshly laundered, hair laid, clear skin, with the stinking, rotting head lands at the observatory where moldaver is. armed femme guards greet her at the gate. • crazy scene! as lucy strolls through the observatory, there's crops, farmers, children playing. and even ghouls. a ghoul she saved at the super duper mart recognizes lucy, "it's her." the person next to them puts an arm on their shoulder. i am not crying! • getting sick to my stomach realising the brotherhood of steel descended on this place with children 😞 • meanwhile, the cowboy ghoul we all know and love slinks across the wasteland, trailed by dogmeat. this flashbacks to the day cooper's life turned upside down. the day he spied on barb at vault tec • billboard on the side of where cooper and dogmeat are walking is for sunset sarsaparilla, a consumable item in fallout: new vegas

• cooper having to put on a mask and pretend [act!] like he's not spying on his wife by driving her to work [wonder if he "bungled" that oil change on purpose] • "you know, most guys with a ride this nice, they wouldn't be willing to get their hands dirty." foreshadowing, metaphor, a thing, front and center • this was the last time cooper told barb he loves her and still meant it • cooper is spying on barb in the parking lot, the military taught him nothing 😭 • here come bud askins! enough! i hate him! go away 😭 • the car bud is driving is the messerschmitt kr200 • because cooper is actively spying, barb has yet to enter the building, fiddling with the prototype pip boy. but all the while, bud interrupts cooper's espionage to have another rambling business meeting type conversation with him. cooper is once again nice to this evil man

• barb states after being asked by bud what's wrong "uh my pip boy. it's been acting strange. the transmitter is always activated..." cooper looks spooked. he's been listening in a lot, i see • bud suggests taking it to it but barb says she can fix it herself. wonder if she did finally figure out where the pip boy was transmitting to before... • lmao cooper's like "i'm heading out. i promised janey that i would teach her some roping [😢] and bud, who cooper is not fucking talking to responds to this statement anyways "oh, yeah? i don't have kids myself. but i do have a training program for up and coming executives and that's basically the same thing." bud spilling the vault 31 thing right there yet another time • once again, someone else is trying to talk to cooper but all he is thinking about and fixating on is barb. i am hurt but i am also amused 😭 • no, barb has not told cooper 'bout no junior executive program, bud. bud calls this shit "bud's buds" 😭. bud explains "the basic idea is that the biggest obstacle to achievement has been the brevity of the human lifespan. it's prevented us from working on projects that require centuries, maybe even millennia, to see through. so ideally, bud's buds will keep my project on track centuries into the future." the ravings of a madman, your honour ☝️

• cooper's face through this spiel is comedy but also barb having to pull this man off her husband is too, like get off of him 😭 • bud's statements about architecting programs that run centuries into the future being paired with cooper telling lucy her life was planned hundreds of years ago... oof, chills • because of the frequency and distance, cooper is starting to hear static. barb and her pip boy are getting too far away. cooper overhears barb ask bud if his pip boy has been acting up before it is consumed by static. copper rather softly says "fuck." to himself. now parallel this to the bait scene where he loudly yells it lol • i guess cooper goes there a lot because cooper decides to walk in the building to get closer to hear better and there's no issue there

• lucy enters the observatory and it's very beautiful inside like a painting of a decadent ruin. you can see the sky because there's a huge hole in the roof. • hank is there or whatever, trapped in a cage like a damsel in distress. there's a new california republic flag on what's left of the wall, you can hear the hissing and groaning of feral ghoul rose before she is panned to. this is hank's worst fucking nightmare, huh • i just realized... hank has a ring on his ring finger on his non dominant hand. a gold band. he disgusts me so much omg • moldaver welcomes lucy to this unnerving and gothic abode. moldaver is having uh dinner, freshly made, warm on the table. there's fruits, bread, stuffed meat. hopefully she's been starving hank this whole time and he can only look. moldaver's hair is also laid and billowing in the wind • feral ghoul rose is tied down with rope in the chair ☹️

• "join us. it's my turn to host, isn't it?" sick! moldaver offers lucy a chair. lucy expressed her pre reveal rage "i've had a lot of time to think about this moment. you wouldn't believe the things that went through my head. one night, i actually tried to stuff an old grenade into the neck hole. i guess i was gonna walk in here and blow everybody up. but it's not really how i was raised." oh lucy. it wasn't how hank was raised either. and look at what he did. twice. • lucy then says "so, if you don't mind, i'm gonna keep things civil!" and then plops siggi's head on moldaver's food 😭 she said civil, she's still gonna be petty rotf • rose roars at lucy as moldaver takes the cold fusion capsule out of siggi's head, at last retrieving free energy and releasing it from the shackles of this man's cranium. thank you, siggi ❤️

• lucy then asks for hank back. "very well. but first..." moldaver has put the small capsule in a vial and holds it up to observe it "what if i tell you how i know your father? who he really is?" this has got to be the juiciest episode. hank objects immediately. moldaver is about to ruin this man's whole career. • as moldaver tells lucy that lucy thinks hank was born in a vault like her and her brother, it changes back to norm coming up on vault 31's whole thing. norm finds bud but he's different. this weird guy is now a brain. in a jar. on a roomba. and he's stuck. trapped behind a fallen broom or something 😭 this is funny because back in the vault tec meeting scene, while cooper was spying, they showed bud tripping up the stairs while talking to barb gldgldlf • while stuck before norm helps him, bud keeps saying "no, no i'll get it this time." and "the key to the future is humanity." [parts of his little speech from the vault tec meeting] i'm howling, how long has he been stuck like this? • bud tells on hank quick because bud tells norm once he recognizes "wait, you're not betty. or hank." like oop them the two main villains right there, huh

• lmao ok but when bud sees that norm is like, someone outside vault tec knowledge has found out what's in vault 31, bud decides to idk kill norm?? 😭 • bud's like "initiate protocol 53" and takes out a syringe. the music is menacing. but he's a brain in a jar on a roomba 😭 • norm just dodges bud but bud cannot stop showing his hand "the secret must be guarded. don't go in there. don't you go in there! don't read anything in there. or turn on the lights. don't you access the info tree or look at the terminal." like omg shut uppp 😭 • back in the past, cooper is assisted to a waiting room at vault tec where his film posters are on the walls. he is brought there by a pre war betty. • in the same scene, we get another drop. henry works with barb and asks to meet cooper. he's a big fan. henry is hank.

• ugh this next scene makes me ill but we need to speak on it because it's realistic, it's damning, it's indicative, it's abject. and it's the secret meeting all the powerful entities have while cooper listens in • they got the legion of doom down there, y'all. they got robco, west tek, big mt, repconn, and vault tec. everybody in here is menacing af. barb less so. on the surface. • lol mr. house telling fred of big mt that he could lose money running a casino amuses me, that's so fallout: new vegas • "sure, rumours of the peace negotiations have set us back, but we're here to offer an opportunity." and the opportunity is nuclear annihilation and crimes against humanity • it almost seems like every conversation bud was having with cooper felt like a business meeting because he was using cooper as a practice board for this meeting here. cooper can do two things at once because just because he always thinking about barb doesn't mean he didn't hear every word bud has said

• bud tells the companies at this meeting that the vaults are capable of being sufficient for centuries. but then bud said something i hadn't noticed first watch. "meanwhile, our competitors... you know, every other human who isn't us... will be dead on the surface." very big what the fuck, how did the competition become vault tec versus everyone else • they cut back to cooper listening intently and his brow is becoming more and more furrowed • "because after all, what is the ultimate weapon of mass destruction? time. time is the apex predator. and in the event of an incident, time is the weapon with which we will defeat all of out enemies." whoa whoa whoa when did "competitors" turn into "enemies"? the fuck? • "this is how we will win the great game of capitalism. not by outfighting anyone. but by outliving them." the company's representatives are still not very sold on these vaults. because they all start arguing after bud's monologue

• something happens next i have so many questions about it [and so do others] because next what happens is that barb [who hasn't spoken yet] looks at her pip boy then looks up. there's a shady figure observing all this. who on earth is that? i personally thought it could be the president of the us. others i have seen say they think barb knows she is being listened in on but not by cooper but by this person? i guess this is for future seasons • you know this is the scene where cooper is so sweet and trusting. before barb speaks, he goes "come on, barb. set 'em straight" 😞 he would've put his life in her hands if she asked him too, he would've faced god and walked backwards in hell for her. • barb starts "when i think about the future, i think about my daughter... janey. how do i provide her with a better future? that's what we've invited you here to discuss." cooper was on bated breath and prematurely says "yes" thinking barb was doing something right. but little did he know 😢 • norm walks deeper into vault 31 and sees that it is different, it's smaller than vault 33 or even vault 32. brain on a roomba tells norm this is indeed the vault hank is from. but not before telling norm "you'll never find out." and norm simply pushing a button for lights "oh he's gonna find out" lmaooo • norm has found the plot twist of the century. it's a vault full of people in cryostasis. norm's expression mirrors lucy's upon figuring out exactly what hank has done [though norm doesn't know the full extent of shady sands, he now knows hank is lying] • for whatever reason, bud finally decides to spill "these are bud's buds. my buds. america outsourced the survival of this country to the private sector. but it would have been insane to keep a failed nation alive. so, we kept vault tec alive instead. a well trained staff of highly supervised junior executives from my own assistant training program. because the future of humanity comes down to one word: management." bud's evil speeches are uniquely corporate management but we must listen to his ravings to get a glimpse of the scope here

• it appears it was bud's idea for 31, 32, 33 "because it was the spirit of competition that made our companies great, and i propose we bring this same spirit of competition to our solutions." barb says, adding onto the deal as vault tec vault locations light up on a map behind her and bud • barb tells the representatives that vault tec has over one hundred vaults spread across america. and that any company in the meeting could take some to experiment on and play out their own ideas for how to create conditions for humanity to survive. barb simply adds "whatever you want to do, no one needs to know" who is this man married to? • norm responds to bud's revelation "so what's vault 32 and 33? just people to be controlled?" [yes!] "what? no! when you put it like that, it sounds downright morally questionable." and then bud continues on to talk about eugenics but managers 😭 • "they're our breeding pool, the ultimate expression of hr r&d. genetically selected to breed with my buds to create a class of super managers. people with positivity. people who make lemonade. people who inherit the earth after we've wiped the surface clean." cannot believe fallout made management, already a horror genre, into something even more frightening. norm repeats but in question "we wiped the surface clean?"

• the companies in the meeting start rattling off ideas as follows "we could intentionally overcrowd a vault so people have to compete to survive inside it.", "we have been developing a robot that delivers milk to the front door. it's quite intelligent. i would like to see a vault governed by it.", "what about using a vault to develop super mutants soldiers using illegal immigrants.", "we could pump psychotropic drugs into the air supply.", "we could separate parents and children and only the smartest kids reach adulthood." each more diabolical than the next • cooper is in disbelief overhearing this, his expressions and mannerisms looking like mine • mr. house's evil ass chimes in "there's a lot of earning potential with the end of the word. but we're talking about making a significant investment based on a hypothetical. how can you guarantee results?" barb then goes on to respond to this by saying the most earth shattering plot twist implied in this entire game and show series. "by dropping the bombs ourselves"

• the very next scene is a shot of cooper. looking at it again, i almost want to say his eyes were very well welling up with tears moments before barb's evil reveal, like any normal person would at the thought of people talking about overcrowding a vault to see what people would do or separating children from their parents, all for fun and all after an apocalyptic situation. so if cooper wasn't divorcing over what barb said then, he was sure to start them papers when she suggested they do unethical and cruel vault experiments on innocent people • it's a close up of cooper's face. his expression is so soft. the hurt and betrayal written all over it. he married a monster. and she works for the devil. • not unlike lucy or norm's reactions, cooper is barely processing and is supposed to be meeting hank in that waiting room. three times in the same episode hank is at the scene of the crime. • barb continues on "a nuclear event would be a tragedy... but an opportunity. perhaps the greatest opportunity in history. because when we are the only ones left, there will be no one to fight. a true monopoly." her delivery here almost seems forced, i do wonder if she was prompted. but she still said it. and regardless of her motivations, nothing about this can be good. i do know the statements could be interpreted as vault tec dropped them themselves or vault tec having influence and indirectly doing it. either way, barb looking real unfamiliar and like a divorcee now

• we're zapped back to moldaver talking to lucy • funny hank likes the anticommunist propaganda film cooper made, "the man from deadhorse", and particularly the killing joey, "feo, fuerte, y formal" scene, the scene cooper ain't even like, the scene his principles started to waver. hank found adoration and kinship in that. funny. • all these moments in time are happening at once, they are dropping plot twist after plot twist after plot twist • moldaver informs lucy that hank has walked the earth far longer than she realises "...part of an organisation that thought they had the answers to all of the world's problems." • "this is our chance to make war obsolete, because in our current societal configuration, which took shape without intentional guidance, we have friction. we have conflict, and we have war. and war, well... war never changes." cooper is hanging onto her every damning word, growing numb in front of hank [who is fanboying incessantly]. pair this with lucy finding out who hank really is and what he did to shady sands • i was dissociating like cooper was the first go around so i barely registered hank asking for that autograph in the waiting room, makes cooper's line about it later in the observatory a hilarious drag

• hank... does not not attempt to stop moldaver from these divulgements. only towards the end does he. and by then, lucy already knew them to be true • "he never told you where he's really from. when he's from. he never told your mother, either." the "when he's from" is so?? • lucy asks moldaver what she knows about rose. "she was like you. she was kind, loving, curious." fully onboard with the theory moldaver and rose were together after rose left hank btw • the brotherhood of steel is preparing an invasion of the observatory. maximus and dane meet up here and idk. i think the direction given to the actors here was "look like you want to kiss but don't" • maximus thanks dane for saving him. but by telling the truth, a still injured dane is being sent out to fight too as punishment for self inflicting. dane apologizes too. they never meant to get maximus in trouble • actually started tearing up seeing maximus tell dane about lucy. that maximus thought he was meant to go on that mission with lord titus. "i'm leaving with her. i am going to where she came from. a vault. it's a place that's peaceful... and safe, where nobody ever goes to war." maximus trusts dane so much, he's telling them all this with such a big, wholesome smile. personally victimized again.

• "there's nowhere safe, max. and there's no leaving. i wish there was." i said before that dane is right. and about the brotherhood of steel. there is no leaving. they would find him. not only that, most vaults and especially the one lucy came from are experiments. he wouldn't be able to go even if he wanted to anyways ☹️ • ironically, hank and his cohorts could not control what was going on on the surface so eventually, rose correlated the siphoning of water from vault 33 with activity on the surface. ok but compare this with norm discovering hank and the vault's secrets--- lucy and norm are just like rose omg • in the same moments we learn that a. rose ran away and didn't succumb in a famine b. that she ended up in shady sands with her children c. that lucy only vaguely remembers this time but she was there d. that yes their was thriving communities and e. hank hated what rose had done so much, he destroyed shady sands with a bomb • "that's how vault tec deals with competition" and it's nuclear annihilation

• lucy is aghast. she cannot believe what she is hearing. her face gently contorts into tears. hank keeps saying moldaver is lying. it is all he is saying. • we receive flashbacks of lucy's memories. as they become clearer for where they were, it flash's back to when maximus showed her the giant crater. they have been brought forth with new contexts • the more moldaver speaks, the more it makes sense that hank is in a cage, like a wild animal • as lucy is shown searching through her memories, moldaver and hank begin to talk at the same time. a post apocalyptic cacophony. a song of good and evil. • shady sands is shown with streetcars and some still standing buildings. hope. all gone. • in between lucy's memories is something else. not entirely sure if they are hers. but. it's love. love is the only explanation for why you'd keep a shambling ghoul for twenty years.

• they're talking over each other but i have slammed their words as one. "lucy? she's a murderer. lucy, look at me. she invaded our home. lucy? she killed out people. do not listen to her." hank says. "lucy? what you brought me is cold fusion. it's limitless energy. and we can build our own world. it could be a better world. it has clean water and medicine and power. but for everyone. because when vault tec bought my research, they made it proprietary, so only a trusted vault tec minion can activate cold fusion. all i need is for him to give me the code" moldaver says. • after moldaver says this last part, something in hank shifts. he yells and smacks a stool against the bars of the cage, startling lucy. "lucy, look at me! look at me! lucy!" • ignoring hank, lucy after all this asks through a whimper "my mother. what happened to her?" "i think you know." moldaver responds just as pained • earlier they showed in flashbacks rose wearing a necklace. the camera pans to the ghoul sitting at the dining room table. it is wearing the same necklace.

• the weight of revelation after revelation culminating in the harshest cruelty of lucy's story, that her own father bombed shady sands in such a way that her own mother became a ghoul and was here this whole time on the surface, is breathtaking agony. how could he? how could he? • never mind norm not being there to know or to react, that's a story for another season • imagine being moldaver and being the gift to humanity, starting communities of light, beauty, and goodness at least three times over--- being snuffed by evil almost every time but still dusting yourself off and trying again every time too. moldaver could've filleted hank alive. but didn't. moldaver is a saint. • lucy gazes at her feral ghoul mother, the last vestiges of her old life blowing out of her like the wind blowing through her hair. there's no going back. this is what it is.

"just give her the code. give her the code. giver her the code, dad." me? i would've cocked a gun on the second ask, not asking him a third time • the code is "101097" and that is the exact date the first fallout game dropped 🙂 • mechanisms and machinery whir as moldaver's stolen technology is assembled and cold fusion strikes to life through the apparatus. this is the only good thing hank has ever done. • speaking of crises, norm is still at vault 31, gobsmacked, he walks over to a panel showing everyone who is reactivated and everyone who is dormant. or at least i think everyone--- i just know we do not see barb or janey here • during this time, bud's annoying no body havin' ass scoots his roomba in a compartment and shuts the door so norm can't leave ☹️ • "well, it was great meeting you. i actually have to get home." 😭 this is the first time norm has sounded or acted like a little boy, so i'm crying, this is a thirty year old man in real life so i am pained 😭 • "so you're just... you're gonna keep me here?" norm asks bud. "just until we're all ready to go to the surface." bud says. or rather bud's disembodied brain says. "that could be hundreds of years" norm replies "true. that's why i'd suggest you wait it out in your dad's pod. unless you want to starve to death. not much food in here. except the occasional very large bug." not norm's options being starving to death or cryostasis--- let him out pleaseee 😭

• "i did what was necessary to save our people. and that woman over there... she's no different than me." first of all, he doesn't get to play that game. second, i'm sorry but did moldaver bomb the world twice? hank is a megalomaniac • before moldaver can give the wasteland cold fusion again, some other power hungry and power thirsty entities are arriving. the big [fucked up] fight of the brotherhood of steel versus the nice folk down at the observatory • i now see the full picture of why moldaver is worshipped--- she is the energy messiah. she's been the second and third coming of energy christ • lucy is still stunned so isn't talking or moving much. but hank makes attempts at excuses for what he's done. "lucy? i loved your mother. but she stopped being your mother when she left home. when she took you into danger." lucy is looking at hank like she doesn't even recognize him. hank is looking real unfamiliar right now.

• it is sunset. and the brotherhood of steel is flying down on the observatory. but not before getting fucked the fuck up a little by some strategically placed cannons. one guy even falls out of a vertibird directly into the propellers of another vertibird. these people are in hell • in between invasion shots, hank tries last ditch efforts to get through to lucy "you've seen what it's like up here. everyone equally afraid, equally miserable." a knight uses a gatling gun on people running away. seems familiar, doesn't it? "forced to do horrible things in order to survive. lucy, i had to make a choice. between their violent world and our peaceful one. and i believe, lucy, i know i made the right choice." moldaver waltzes out of the observatory badassedly with a gun. to defend her life's work with her life.

• listening to a man defend committing genocide twice is core shaking. the way i know hank is crazy because minutes before he says him and moldaver are no different but turns around and says he made the right choice. hank, if the choice you made was so right, then how are you no different than moldaver? someone you just said was a murderer, a liar? you're a much worse murderer and liar, hank • this is the first battles for maximus and dane so they go in not knowing what to do exactly • blood spills on the fruits of someone's labour, bullets and rockets shoot by everyone as a fight happens for yet another resource battle in a long line of resource wars • people are being crushed, thrown, stabbed--- you name it. they goin' crazy out there • "if the problem with the world is factions endlessly fighting, endlessly at war, then what is the solution but to get rid of the factions? to make the world us, only ours to shape" in need him to shut up. like enough 😭 lucy is not on this planet, she somewhere else

• as some knight mows down people of moldaver's group, the baddest ghoul in the west has arrived • "i'll bet that outfit makes y'all feel like a big man, don't it? well, i know, cause, well, i used to wear one back in the day. there was only one problem with it. there was a flaw in the welding just below the chest plate. i wonder if they fixed that in the new model?" cooper takes a shot and mortally wounds a knight in said defect. "i guess not" 😭 • everybody's fatal flaw with cooper is letting him talk, people be so focused on what he sayin', they never notice what he's doing. he had a whole speech while loading a gun and the brotherhood of steel let him, his speech stats is maxed out oh my god 😭 • so every knight in this scene fears for their lives and nobody but cooper's brain works so he tricks one of them with a big gun into shooting i guess a circuit breaker. because them lights turn off and then it's chaos lmao

• "did you get him?" "i can't see shit" nameless and faceless brotherhood of steel fellas ask ldgldlg • cooper starts taking these knights out. one by one. through the power suit chestplate defect. in the dark. • "find the fucking ghoul" oh not today, buddy lmao • cooper, playing with these men like it's just another tuesday, takes out a hand grenade. in the dark. and pulls the lever. in the dark. on a hand grenade. • cooper throws it like, on or inside the power armour and the blast is crazy, i simply would not fuck with this man • hank is begging lucy to let him out so they can go home. lucy in tears peers back at her feral ghoul mother still strapped to the dining chair. • a headless armour suit uh walks into the place where they are. then it's maximus behind it. probably the only survivor left in cooper's wake. maybe that's on purpose 💀

• maximus wants to do the right thing but i definitely hate he wasn't putting pieces together [i mean how could be, he just survived by the skin of his teeth] because damn he turned hank aloose 😫 • hank looking at maximus like "who is this?" but maximus is making the mistake of listening to hank because hank immediately turns this into a medium of escape "i'm her father. can you get us out of here?" • lucy's trance is only broken when she is being forcefully removed from the observatory • lucy having to break it to maximus her own father was the cause of his suffering too ☹️ • before maximus can turn into disillusioned lucy and cooper before him, well hank has up and got in a power suit ughhh • kinda think maximus would've either killed hank or given him to the brotherhood of steel so hank trailing along with cooper, maximus, or lucy was a dead start. he has burned every last one of them and now they all know

• "lucy. you're coming with me" hank says in the armour. maximus tries to take a swipe at hank but hank takes a swipe at him and maximus is knocked out. lucy falls to her knees trying to awaken him ☹️ • lucy, having enough of this shit, takes maximus' gun and pulls it on hank. "you see what this place does to people? i'm your father, lucy. you came all this way for me. you're not gonna hurt me." but you know who is? cooper mothafuckin' howard. • "oh, you want another autograph, young henry?" "hell, this kid used to pick up my wife's dry cleaning" get him again for me! flame his ass, cooper! • bear with me while thinking about how lucy has her corpse finger and can't pull the trigger on hank but lucy's trigger finger on cooper's hand did. she did hurt him. • i don't know if lucy was listening but i wonder if she truly registered this ghoul is the movie start cooper howard • the sky is so pretty in these last scenes btw • cooper repeating hanks favourite line from one his movies back at him but with contempt and disdain lmao • "now, i've waited over 200 years to ask somebody one question. where's my fucking family?" cooper triumphantly implores to hank, gun raised. y'all i think he dropped the accent right here for a moment on the last sentence omg • hank still bleeding from being grazed by cooper, says nothing and flees. he leaves lucy behind. he leaves rose behind. again.

• maximus is out cold and lucy can't wake him up, she shakes him and everything ☹️ • as death and destruction is once again in wake, cooper says the iconic fallout line too • "war never changes. you look out at the wasteland, looks like chaos. but there's always somebody behind the wheel. and that's who i want to talk to. that's where your daddy is headed." "but you let him go!"--- ok so first of all, i've been speculating when cooper starts being nicer, softer, more vulnerable around lucy and whoaaa this conversation is as open heart as it gets for this, i mean he already explained he's been looking for his family for 200 years. i get why he told hank that but the monologue about war... i know this comes from a deep place of being a veteran and maybe even flashbacks. but him not keeping that to himself is incredible character development to me. lucy being upset with cooper for letting hank go sends like girl you had the gun locked on him first, maximus was the one who let him out anyways like 😭 • "well, it's easier to track a stuck pig then to ask where it's off to." he's right but can cooper say stuff in regular ways fldgdlgldf •"you want to know how i know your daddy, don't you? let's just say that everything about your whole little world was decided over 200 years ago." must be crazy for all this to happen to lucy and norm in two weeks • "now you can stay here with him, but when his tin can soldier friends take this place... and they gone take this place... they will kill you and everybody here. or you could come meet your makers." whew. the brotherhood of steel is just. not great. • cooper has his back turned to walk off, leaving him open to lucy's gun [again!] but this time, she's not shooting or aiming at him. she's aiming at rose. a mercy kill long overdue. • cooper really thought. i guess he trusts lucy. i don't know. but he lets out a deep breath upon seeing where she actually shot. wow. wow

• "you coming?" 🥹 • lucy all but has to leave maximus behind. they can't be together. not here like this. "i'll find you" lucy whispers as she kisses maximus one last time on the lips [vaultknight, one last time] • lucy arises and has made her decision. "okey dokey", she says, resigned, she will follow cooper to meet the makers • moldaver says "rose" as she returns back to the room. moldaver is wounded. but she is still thinking about rose 😞 • moldaver activates the cold fusion. it begins to light the ruins across the landscape. moldaver lovingly caresses rose's now unmoving hand. and says "we did it, rose." yes. you did it moldaver. you saved the world again, queen • in her last moments, moldaver asks maximus "what do you suppose your brotherhood would do with infinite power? maybe you can stop them. maybe you can't. maybe all you can do is try." moldaver succumbs to her wounds. • dane decides for maximus that maximus must have killed moldaver. dane raises maximus' hand. a chant is started in his honour. maximus looks like he wants to jump out of his skin. "all hail knight maximus" • it is night and we are shown a scene of cooper, dogmeat, then lucy emerging from an entrance and heading past the hollywood sign. "me three (my echo, my shadow, and me)" by the inkspots plays • it takes until sunrise but hank finally makes it to his destination while a deathclaw skull lays before him • we're in new vegas, baby! 🎲

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