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boldlyvoid · 3 years

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Amoreena | Chapter Five

Chapter Five

main summary: Heaven is a real place and it's located exactly 14.6 miles away from the FBI, Quantico Headquarters. Off behind a small park, under a fantastical willow tree surrounded by wildflowers, in every colour young minds can imagine.

Don't forget, heaven also comes with angels.

Chapter Summary: (fluff only) weekly Saturday reading only they are joined by an extra 15 lost boys, not just Spencer

Warnings (adding as they happen): fluff, hurt/comfort, depressed spencer, reader has a daughter, falling in love, strangers to lovers, library smut, oral (female receiving) lots and lots of fluff

word count: 3K

from the beginning <3

He woke up Saturday morning to the sound of a bunch of voices coming from beyond the walls of his room. Only it wasn’t his room, it was the room he slept in when he stayed with Y/N and Amoreena, he hasn’t left since he arrived on Thursday and he had no plan to either.

They still hadn’t told her about their relationship, not wanting her to come crawling into bed with her mom in the morning to find Spencer there too. She wasn’t ready to explain to Amoreena what it meant for Spencer to be in her bed, how they were in love and that she might need to learn how to knock before entering.

So he slept in the spare room, completely contently because he knew she was only on the other side of the wall, instead of 30 minutes away like she would be when he slept at his own apartment.

It had been a week since he saw them reading in the park, and now they were his family. It was incredibly fast, anyone who heard the news would say so. But that’s how his life worked, he blew through everything incredibly fast, it only made sense for him to skip every step in the book and become a stepdad overnight.

He woke up then, missing Y/N and Amoreena as he thought about the last week. Finally getting dressed and peaking outside, through the crack in the blinds, to see what was going on on the farm.

There were a bunch of men in the field with the cows dropping new cattle off in a big truck as a bunch of children ran around the yard. Y/N wasn’t kidding when she said her 7 siblings had produced 15 cousins for Amoreena to play with. Children all between the ages of toddler and 7-years-old, screaming while they ran after Rufus and the cats, it was a pure dopamine rush to witness.

He found Y/N in the living room, a book in one hand and a coffee in the other, “good morning cutie, all the ruckus on the farm wake you up?” She did her best fake southern accent as she smiled at him. Beautiful as ever in the early morning sunshine.

He nodded with a yawn, sitting beside her and snuggling into her shoulder. She placed her mug in his hands so she could wrap an arm around him and pull him in closer, letting him take a sip of coffee and become a real person again.

He noticed she was reading a book he had never seen before, reading the pages and not know the words. It was a first for him.

“What’s that one about?”

Y/N closed it to let him look at the cover. It was a hand-bound book, wrapped in green fabric that was at least 30 years old and in well-loved condition. The gold lettering reading Amoreena, along with a pressed gold rose and the author's name. He had never heard of it before.

“My grandma was an aspiring writer and the reason I love books so much, her name was Peggy and she had a dream once about a wonderful little girl named Amoreena and the magical life she created for herself. She wrote it all down and my grandpa had it typed and bound for her, she was so proud of this book,” Y/N gushed, smiling as she held it to her chest softly, thinking of all the memories Spencer didn’t know yet.

“Really?” Spencer couldn’t help but smile at her.

She nodded softly, “she loved Elton John, so much so that when my sister Ashley came out she threw her a party. Almost all those kids out there are Ashley's, by the way, she went down the adoption and foster root after I did IVF.”

She pointed out the front window at all the people gathered on her land, “Ben and Dylan dropped their kids off too while they help dad and Evan with the farm. Those are my brothers in case you didn’t know their names yet, there’s also Carver and Francis but they don’t live as close.”

Her little life was just so perfect, “did they want to come with us to read this afternoon? We need some lost boys.”

“They’d love that, are you sure you can handle 16 kids between the two of us?” she smiled, pure love spreading through her body as she held him.

“They’re not so different from psychopaths right?” He teased, watching her settle against him even more as they enjoyed their Saturday together.

“What else can you tell me about your grandma?” He snuggled into her more as he asked, wanting to know as much about her happiness as possible.

“She was always listening to music, she loved Elton's song Amoreena the most. It was the song she played for the majority of my childhood. It only made sense for me to name my little miracle Amoreena too, cause I wouldn’t have her unless nanny suggested I have a baby.”

“I would have loved to meet her.”

Y/N’s smile changed then, “she would have loved you and your big mind.”

“My mom wants to meet you and Amoreena,” he announces softly, he hasn’t really told her anything about his family yet.

“What’s she like?”

“She has schizophrenia and Alzheimer’s and she lives in a care home in DC right now, I try and see her when I can but she has her own schedule so I have to fit around when she’s having a good day,” it was hard to explain it to most people, but not to her. He didn’t feel any shame or fear in introducing them. Y/N was the most loving human, and Amoreena was just the same.

“When is she free next?” A simple question that made him feel incredibly giddy.

“Tuesday from 3-5,” he snuggled in closer to her as she wraps her arm around him.

“We’ll pick Amoreena up from school after work and take her over,” Y/N agreed, their lives intertwining like they were always meant to.

Like she was the ivy on his old cottage, she took him in and made him her own, wrapping herself all around him and never letting him go again.

He basically finishes her coffee while she holds him on the couch. The sound of the kids outside making them laugh every once in a while, dogs barking and cows mooing, the farm was alive and roaring while they enjoyed each other's company.

“Did you bring your costume for the reading today?”

He sat right up then, looking at her like she lost her mind, “of course I did, I wouldn’t have Penelope spend a week tracking down a Captain Hook costume just to forget it.”

Y/N’s jaw dropped, “you didn’t?!”

He simply nodded with a cheeky grin, “come on Tinker Bell, everyone knows she had a thing for Hook.”

“Who didn’t? He was the first and last bad boy I was interested in, I typically go more for Milo’s and Ariel’s; full of adventure and always learning something new,” Y/N teased him.

“Mhm, I always had a thing for Aladdin and Belle in search of far off lands and happy endings,” he mused, making her smile just as much as he was, “but for real it was between Hook and Wendy for my costume,” he made her laugh again, wanting to hear it for the rest of time.

“You still can, I have a blue nightgown you can borrow,” it was so easy for them to flirt, it fit into their conversation so simply it felt like they had been together forever.

He couldn’t help leaning in to kiss her, resting her back against the couch softly as she held onto him. He loved kissing her, she tasted like coffee and happiness every single time. She made the cutest sounds when they would make out like she was surprised by it or she wasn’t used to it at all.

She made him feel like he was young again like he was 21 and in love for the first time. All his trauma disappeared and that Spencer who used to stare back at him in the mirror was gone now. That guy packed his bags and left the farm to never be seen again.

Good fucking riddance is all he had to say.

He was happy, he enjoyed being happy and he was going to stay happy. It was the only goal he had going forward, and as long as he was in her embrace, surround by the laugher of her child and family, he knew it would be possible.

Amoreena came running inside then, finding the two of them making out on the couch before they could part from each other.

“Ewww!” She cried, jumping on top of the two of them and knocking the wind out of Spencer.

“Get off,” Y/N tried to speak as she was crushed by the two of them. “Mom down!”

Spencer picks Amoreena up then, taking her away from the couch and spinning her around like she’s an airplane. She cheers and cheers and doesn’t want him to put her down because it’s so fun. The next thing he knows he’s being dragged outside to twirl all the kids around like they’re Peter Pan, flying through the air on their way to Neverland.

He’s surrounded by giggles and tickles fights, he’s tackled down against the dirt as a herd of tiny children dog pilled him. Laughing until he cried, feeling more joy than humanly possible and then Y/N’s telling them all to get ready to he’d to the park.

Coming down the stairs in a pirate costume to a bunch of screaming kids was an experience and a half. Spencer couldn’t believe how happy it made them all to imagine Captain Hook had broken into the house and Amoreena, or Peter Pan as she corrected him, chased him outside with all the lost boys.

He took a moment to learn all their names, all 15 of them, however, unlike the cats, they had relatively normal people names.

Kate, Cade, Jet, Lauren, Cassie, Sara, Evan, Benny, Olivia, Jessie, Owen, Maddie, Gwen, August, and Parker, were the cutest little family of cousins. some looked like Amoreena, some looked like their own mothers, a handful of them were adopted out of the country, they were the most perfect cast of lost boys.

He's never had any cousins, no pets, no siblings. His life never felt lonely until he realized what he missed out on.

“Dad,” Amoreena whispered as she tugged on his shirt lightly, “look!”

She pointed towards the house where Y/N was standing. When she said she was going as Tinker Bell he really didn’t think she meant looking exactly like Julia Roberts at the end of Hook.

She looked magical in her beautiful white dress, curly hair with the most perfectly placed flowers and flawless wings wrapped around her shoulders. She was a vision standing on the porch, waiting for him to pick his jaw up off the floor and compliment her.

“Tink,” the words are more like air, soft and barely there.

“Is Captain Hook being nice? Or should we take him to the pond and let the Alligators deal with him?” Y/N teased, marching down the stairs and poking Spencer's chest.

“Ouch,” he teased her, holding his hand over his heart to make her feel bad.

But she didn’t, “some Pirate you are,” she teased, sticking her tongue out at him before taking Amoreena’s hand and running off down the trail towards the main house, everyone following her lead.

Nanny packed enough snacks for all 16 kids, and a little extra just in case. Spencer slipped the lunch box over his shoulder and they made their way towards the adventure. Y/N pulling a wagon just in case the littlest ones didn’t want to walk anymore. It was spectacular.

Y/N stopped then, pretending to stand like an army man turning around abruptly to look at the troop. “Lost boys, are we ready?”

“Yes, Tinker Bell!” They cheered back.

“On my lead, 1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4,” she marched, bringing her knees up high as they all followed her down the path. “We’re following the leader, the leader, the leader,” she began to sing.

Spencer was in awe, his heart felt like it was going to explode as he watched everyone follow her. Singing along as they marched their tiny little butts down to the park.

“We’re following the leader wherever she may go!” Amoreena yelled the lyrics back, leading the pack as Peter Pan should.

“Tee dum, tee dee, a teedle ee do tee day Tee dum, tee dee, it's part of the game we play Tee dum, tee dee, the words are easy to say Just a teedle ee dum, a teedle ee do tee day

Tee dum, tee dee, a teedle ee do tee dum We're one for all, and all of us out for fun We march in line and follow the other one With a teedle ee do, a teedle ee do tee dum”

It was like magic, they all knew the words and they sang the whole way down the path. Every verse and then repeating it. Not a single kid strayed from the path, no one complained about sore feet or hot backs, they loved their Aunty Y/N and so did Spencer.

“We’re off on an adventure, adventure, adventure,” Y/N changed the words, making him smile as she brought happiness into the world. “We’re off on an adventure to read out in the sun! Tee dum, tee dee, a teedle ee do tee day…”

Every single time he thought she had given him the best day of his life, she manages to outdo herself.

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They barely listened to the story, it was a disaster of epic proportions but they tried. 15 kids is a lot to handle as an ex FBI agent and a librarian, they had lunch and instead ran around the field playing lost boys instead. It was still an amazing afternoon.

He was going to be covered in bruises the next morning. He had been kicked, poked, trampled, jumped on, the whole 9 yards. They were the most energetic bunch in the whole world, and then they came home to ice cream.

“Y/N,” Spencer finally pulled her aside when all the kids were preoccupied with their cold snack after a hot day.

“Yes, cutie?” It was a nickname that was sticking, much like pretty boy, and he didn’t mind it at all.

“We’re going to need more than 2 songs tonight to get her to go to bed,” he teased, stepping into that step-dad role with ease.

She couldn’t stop smiling at him, wrapping him up in her arms gently so he didn’t crush her fairy wings. “We’ll take her swimming, that’ll tire her out instead. Are you lookin’ for some alone time?”

“I love her dearly, but I can’t kiss you as much when she’s around,” he whispered before pecking her quickly and hearing the group of lost boys pretend to be sick.

“Just because he’s my dad doesn’t mean you have to be gross like your mom and dad, mom,” Amoreena’s smart mouth making them both shake their heads and laugh.

“What would you do if I did this?” Y/N teased before dipping Spencer back like a princess and kissing him, he stuck his foot out in shock as she held him there.

“Ewww!!” All the kids yelled as she returned him to his feet.

“Or this?” Y/N pulled him into another kiss, her leg popping like Princess Mia’s in the princess diaries.

Amoreena and her cousins were all screaming then, laughing at how gross their aunt and her new boyfriend were being. Used to it clearly, their grandparents were just as in love and watching from the porch as they held each other on the swing.

“I love you,” Spencer announced, loud enough for all to hear without a care in the world.

“You better,” she smiled. “I love you too, cutie,” she added before kissing him one last time.

His life felt perfectly complete.

Y/N’s brothers were incredibly kind just like her. He learned that Ashley was the oldest with 5 kids and her wife Susie, then Ben who was 46 and his wife Shannon, they had 3 kids. Dylan and Laurie had 4 and Even, her twin brother had 3.

Turns out her mom had 2 sets of twins back to back, 7 children and only 5 pregnancies. It felt crazy for him to think about having that many people in his life for his whole life, he wouldn’t have known what to do with anyone more than just his mother growing up.

Spencer helped Bob with the barbecue, they made burgers and hotdogs for all 16 of the children while they continued to run through the fields. They had enough energy to last them 5 straight days of chaos. It was amazing.

Y/N and Spencer managed to wander off while all the kids ate, sitting under a tree with their dinner so they could finally have some time alone together.

She was beautiful, sitting in the afternoon amber glow as she tried to keep her hair from blowing in her face. Tucking the strands behind her ears so she could eat her dinner in peace before spencer handed her the hair tie on his wrist. Then she got ketchup on her cheek, seemingly on purpose as she smiled at him and laughing as Spencer wiped it off with his thumb. He was so in love he felt stupid, smiling at her like he’s never seen another person before, absolutely enamoured.

“Derek and his wife wanted to come over tomorrow and have his son meet Amoreena if that’s okay?”

Her face lit up, “his son is the one named after you right? Not your godson?”

He nodded with yet another smile, his lips were going to fall off at this point. “Yeah, he’s the sweetest little guy, Hank’s never been to a farm before.”

“You tell them our gates are always own to new minds and pure hearts,” she smiled. “That’s what nanny used to say.”

He leans in and kisses her then, resting his forehead against hers as she held his cheek in her free hand, smiling ever so softly as she stared into his eyes, they didn’t need words, he knew she loved him too. A week of pure bliss had passed within the blink of an eye, and they still had forever to go.

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richincolor · 3 years

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New Releases for the Week of April 5th

We have six titles on our release calendar for this week. There is quite a variety with fantasy, sci-fi, contemporary romance, and even nonfiction represented. Are any of them on your TBR?

The Cost of Knowing by Brittany Morris Simon Schuster Books for Young Readers

Sixteen-year-old Alex Rufus is trying his best. He tries to be the best employee he can be at the local ice cream shop; the best boyfriend he can be to his amazing girlfriend, Talia; the best protector he can be over his little brother, Isaiah. But as much as Alex tries, he often comes up short.

It’s hard to for him to be present when every time he touches an object or person, Alex sees into its future. When he touches a scoop, he has a vision of him using it to scoop ice cream. When he touches his car, he sees it years from now, totaled and underwater. When he touches Talia, he sees them at the precipice of breaking up, and that terrifies him. Alex feels these visions are a curse, distracting him, making him anxious and unable to live an ordinary life.

And when Alex touches a photo that gives him a vision of his brother’s imminent death, everything changes.

With Alex now in a race against time, death, and circumstances, he and Isaiah must grapple with their past, their future, and what it means to be a young Black man in America in the present. — Cover image and summary via Goodreads

Somewhere Between Bitter and Sweet Laekan Zea Kemp Little, Brown Books for Young Readers

As an aspiring pastry chef, Penelope Prado has always dreamed of opening her own pastelería next to her father’s restaurant, Nacho’s Tacos. But her mom and dad have different plans — leaving Pen to choose between disappointing her traditional Mexican-American parents or following her own path. When she confesses a secret she’s been keeping, her world is sent into a tailspin. But then she meets a cute new hire at Nacho’s who sees through her hard exterior and asks the questions she’s been too afraid to ask herself.

Xander Amaro has been searching for home since he was a little boy. For him, a job at Nacho’s is an opportunity for just that — a chance at a normal life, to settle in at his abuelo’s, and to find the father who left him behind. But when both the restaurant and Xander’s immigrant status are threatened, he will do whatever it takes to protect his new found family and himself.

Together, Pen and Xander must navigate first love and discovering where they belong — both within their families and their fiercely loyal Chicanx community — in order to save the place they all call home. — Cover image and summary via Goodreads

The Infinity Courts (The Infinity Courts #1) by Akemi Dawn Bowman Simon Pulse

Eighteen-year-old Nami Miyamoto is certain her life is just beginning. She has a great family, just graduated high school, and is on her way to a party where her entire class is waiting for her—including, most importantly, the boy she’s been in love with for years.

The only problem? She’s murdered before she gets there.

When Nami wakes up, she learns she’s in a place called Infinity, where human consciousness goes when physical bodies die. She quickly discovers that Ophelia, a virtual assistant widely used by humans on Earth, has taken over the afterlife and is now posing as a queen, forcing humans into servitude the way she’d been forced to serve in the real world. Even worse, Ophelia is inching closer and closer to accomplishing her grand plans of eradicating human existence once and for all.

As Nami works with a team of rebels to bring down Ophelia and save the humans under her imprisonment, she is forced to reckon with her past, her future, and what it is that truly makes us human. From award-winning author Akemi Dawn Bowman comes an incisive, action-packed tale that explores big questions about technology, grief, love, and humanity. — Cover image and summary via Goodreads

Zara Hossain is Here by Sabina Khan Scholastic Press

Seventeen-year-old Pakistani immigrant, Zara Hossain, has been leading a fairly typical life in Corpus Christi, Texas, since her family moved there for her father to work as a pediatrician. While dealing with the Islamophobia that she faces at school, Zara has to lay low, trying not to stir up any trouble and jeopardize their family’s dependent visa status while they await their green card approval, which has been in process for almost nine years.

But one day her tormentor, star football player Tyler Benson, takes things too far, leaving a threatening note in her locker, and gets suspended. As an act of revenge against her for speaking out, Tyler and his friends vandalize Zara’s house with racist graffiti, leading to a violent crime that puts Zara’s entire future at risk. Now she must pay the ultimate price and choose between fighting to stay in the only place she’s ever called home or losing the life she loves and everyone in it.

From the author of the “heart-wrenching yet hopeful” (Samira Ahmed) novel, The Love and Lies of Rukhsana Ali, comes a timely, intimate look at what it means to be an immigrant in America today, and the endurance of hope and faith in the face of hate. — Cover image and summary via Goodreads

Oculta (A Forgery of Magic #2) by Maya Motayne Balzer + Bray

After joining forces to save Castallan from an ancient magical evil, Alfie and Finn haven’t seen each other in months. Alfie is finally stepping up to his role as heir and preparing for an International Peace Summit, while Finn is travelling and revelling in her newfound freedom from Ignacio.

That is, until she’s unexpectedly installed as the new leader of one of Castallan’s powerful crime families. Now one of the four Thief Lords of Castallan, she’s forced to preside over the illegal underground Oculta competition, which coincides with the summit and boasts a legendary prize.

Just when Finn finds herself back in San Cristobal, Alfie’s plans are also derailed. Los Toros, the mysterious syndicate responsible for his brother’s murder, has resurfaced—and their newest target is the summit. And when these events all unexpectedly converge, Finn and Alfie are once again forced to work together to follow the assassins’ trail and preserve Castallan’s hopes for peace with Englass.

But will they be able to stop these sinister foes before a new war threatens their kingdom? — Cover image and summary via Goodreads

Everything You Wanted to Know About Indians But Were Afraid to Ask: Young Readers Edition by Anton Treuer Levine Querido

From the acclaimed Ojibwe author and professor Anton Treuer comes an essential book of questions and answers for Native and non-Native young readers alike. Ranging from “Why is there such a fuss about nonnative people wearing Indian costumes for Halloween?” to “Why is it called a ‘traditional Indian fry bread taco’?” to “What’s it like for natives who don’t look native?” to “Why are Indians so often imagined rather than understood?”, and beyond, Everything You Wanted to Know About Indians But Were Afraid to Ask (Young Readers Edition) does exactly what its title says for young readers, in a style consistently thoughtful, personal, and engaging.

Updated and expanded to include:

• Dozens of New Questions and New Sections—including a social activism section that explores the Dakota Access Pipeline, racism, identity, politics, and more! • Over 50 new Photos • Adapted text for broad appeal — Cover image and summary via Goodreads

#new releases #sci-fi #fantasy #contemporary #romance #YALit

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mishavacado · 3 years

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SPN has so much spinoff potential and so much canon to work with, it's such a waste that none of it's getting used. This post is just all of my spinoff ideas, I'll apologize in advance because it is VERY long.

Wayward Sisters, obviously. There are so many possible storylines to work with, so many stories to tell. I'd really love to see some Charlie, Eileen, or Krissy Chambers cameos. I think that Charlie and Claire would get along really well (just read this post). Rowena is another character that I think could easily be worked into the canon. She could teach the girls all kinds of magic and be the fun wine aunt that spoils the girls on their birthdays. I don't think that Claire would like her very much, but, Rowena and Alex would probably get along just fine. How much I need this in my life: 1000000000000000000000000/10 when I heard that this idea had been tossed out I was so angry. Why doesn't this exist?

Men of Letters prequel that's mostly set in the bunker. This show could really expand on the canon lore and give us some more background on the Men of Letters, as well as any other similar/rival organizations that were around before the main show's time. The Men of Letters have so much story potential for a spin-off; corrupt leadership, new monsters, other organizations, expanding the MoL to outside the U.S. Episodes could be in a monster-of-the-week (MOTW) format, starting and ending with the Man of Letters the case is assigned to making notes in his journal or case file or talking about the case, as well as the overall season arcs. Episodes would be titled by their case number, i.e S1 E1 Case No. 1925-4, etc How much I need this in my life: 1000000/10, the supernatural/historical drama combo would be absolutely stunning.

A series focusing on all of the alternate timelines and universes, both the ones mentioned in the main show and ones just randomly created for an episode. There are infinite possibilities. Each episode would be in a MOTW format, but with different versions of Sam and Dean. The HunterCorp universe, Jared and Jensen from the French Mistake, a universe where their names are switched, a universe where Dean went to college and was the one with the demon blood powers, a universe where they drive a Mustang instead of the Impala, a universe where Sam isn't scared of clowns. I could go on, but I'm going to stop myself here. How much I need this in my life: 9/10 I think it would be pretty funny, but it's not my best idea.

A Bobby and Rufus spin-off where they talk about cases they worked on together or with other hunters, but the stories are told similarly to Tall Tales. It's the same story but told from different points of view depending on who's talking. I wish we'd gotten to see more of Bobby and Rufus because I think those two are hilarious and really think that this could be funny, even if it was just a web series with twenty-minute episodes. How much I need this in my life: 10/10, I love Bobby and Rufus and I think that they have a lot of interesting hunting stories to tell.

GHOSTFACERS GHOSTFACERS GHOSTFACERS. How much I need this in my life: 100000000000000000000000/10, I love the Ghostfacers. That's my whole idea.

A Jack-centric show that's almost a political drama. Jack is the ruler of heaven and is constantly being manipulated by angels, demons, and Death herself. He just wants to make an afterlife paradise, but power-hungry angels won't leave him alone. Remember that Jack is very young and trusting by nature, so there is a lot of potential for disaster if he gets goaded into doing something, like making new universes or ending existing ones. Cas is a main character and he does his best to protect Jack, but he has to be careful to not seem overprotective/like another manipulator or Jack won't trust him either. I have no idea if I'm making any sense, but shoutout to me if I am. For some reason, I've always thought that heaven would be an interesting setting for a spin-off, and those angels are pretty similar to power-hungry politicians. How much I need this in my life: 800/10, I would totally watch this.

A very short series that just destroys the canon finale. Twelve episodes, detailing the storylines that were ignored or destroyed by Carry On. E1: Rescuing Cas from the Empty and he and Dean have a long talk about their ~feelings~. They kiss, and for the first time, Dean’s mind is free of doubt about whether or not anyone could ever love all of him. E2: Eileen returns. She says nothing when she sees Dean and Cas holding hands, just raises her eyebrow and smiles knowingly. Some excellent movie night content. E3: 1 year later. Sam and Eileen’s wedding. Dean and Cas aren’t legally married, but their matching gold rings are very prominently shown. It isn’t mentioned. The wedding is almost canceled because of the rain, but with a wave of Jack’s hand the clouds disappear and the birds start to sing. E4: Sam and Eileen have moved out of the Bunker. Cas finally convinces Dean to downsize, so they find a little house in Lawrence and settle down. Cas works as a special ed teacher. Dean works as a mechanic. Miracle loves the backyard but makes sure to stay away from the beehives in the back corner. E5: Sam and Eileen’s twins, Mary and Maura, are born. Dean and Cas love their nieces, and Jack loves them too. He doesn’t know what to call himself, so they settle on Uncle and call it good. E6: Deaths. They all die old. Cas’s vessel has aged, but he can’t die, so when Dean finally passes away in his sleep, Cas scatters his ashes in the woods and disappears, ascending to heaven, to spend eternity with Dean. The closing scene is a dark screen, with the whoosh of wings and a soft “Hello, Dean.” OK. That was a long one. My apologies. How much I need this in my life: 100000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000/10. I would reach nerdvana thirty seconds into episode one.

Another spinoff of that idea is just...Dean and Cas living a normal life. Short episodes. Cas goes to the grocery store. Dean drags Cas to a horror movie fan convention. Cas meets a roomba. How much I need this in my life: I can’t type enough zeroes to express it.

Campbell prequel that focuses on Mary and her childhood. Mary being raised as a hunter but not being allowed on hunts. Mary rushing home to finish her chemistry homework so she can help her dad track a nest of vampires moving east. Mary missing her prom to help Samuel on a hunt. Mary trying to keep her real life secret from John, a man she knows loves the parts of her he knows about. Mary always being an outsider, the kindest and most beautiful girl in her class, but so slow to trust and quick to speak that everyone is afraid to be her friend. Mary is a character that has the potential a lot more development, for twelve seasons she’s the burning martyr in every Winchester’s imagined paradise. She deserves more. How much I need this in my life: 11/10, Mary isn’t my favorite character but I would die for her.

Gabriel spin-off. That’s it, that’s the idea. How much I need this in my life: 10000000/10, Gabriel is a character that we don’t know a lot about so there are so many possible directions for a story about him to go.

Show set in the SPN universe that doesn’t really interact with the main show’s canon. It’s about two cops in the 30s that become hunters by accident. After investigating the apparent suicide of a hunter in their small town, they become enthralled by her library, filled with books about ghosts and vampires. They pour over her journals on their own time, fascinated by what they’re reading. They get to know the hunter through her writings, her accounts of her hunts and travels. Eventually, a nest of vampires settles in the town and the two put their newfound knowledge to the test. This show would just be based on canon lore, there wouldn’t be any mention of the Winchesters or other main characters, although a few MoL team-ups is definitely a possibility. The two become quite a team, tracking werewolf backs on bulletin boards in their basements and hoarding rock salt. How much I need this in my life: 89/10, I think this could be really interesting and I am a sucker for historical hunters.

Speaking of historical hunters-Samuel Colt prequel. Cowboys, vampires, cowpires. Hunting in the wild west, galloping across the prairie chasing a pack of werewolves. This show could also tell us a lot about how different types of monsters spread across the U.S. Ghosts will go anywhere people go, but what about vampires? Shapeshifters? Ghouls? What was it like to hunt without technology to help with research? The hunters in this series would be the authors of the journals that modern hunters use every day. They’re the ones that tested tracking and trapping methods. Again, no idea if this is making sense, but I think that a supernatural western would be really awesome and would expand/substantiate the canon lore. How much I need this in my life: 1000000000000000000000000000000/10, I love cowboys and I love Supernatural. This is literally the best thing that could ever happen to me.

Crowley. I want to know more about him. A series that tells us all about Fergus Roderick MacLeod, starting with when he was born in Scotland and ending with his death in All Along the Watchtower. We know that Rowena was his mother, that he was a tailor, that he sold his soul for an extra three inches ~down there~, and that he was a terrible dad. I want to know more about his childhood, about the people he made deals with, about how he became king of the crossroads and of Hell. Crowley was a very interesting character that was abused by the story. I want to know more about him. How much I need this in my life: 10000000000000000000000000000000000000/10, I really do love Crowley and I would watch this a thousand times over.

Final idea: MOTW only. No season arc, no overall storyline. New hunters every episode, from all different times, from over the world. All kinds of monsters. One episode in Victorian England, the next in 1990s Los Angeles. Very few recurring characters, if any. The recurring characters would be the Bobby Singers of the world; the lore guys that you call when you need help. Each new character has their own style, own car, own music, own personality. The show could have some a m a z i n g guest stars because they’d only appear in a few episodes. There are so many possibilities for episodes, even if they weren’t full length. How much I need this in my life: 100000/10, I love MOTW episodes and would really like to get to know the characters. It would be very easy to write one-off fanfics for this show, and also very easy to introduce this show’s characters into Supernatural’s canon.

You made it to the end!!!!!!!! That’s all I have for now. Sorry for writing so much, I just can’t stop thinking about SPN and all of the wasted stories.

#al speaks #spn #spn spin-offs #my ideas #i worked hard on this #big brain time #do you like it?

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dr7girl · 4 years

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The Book Author?

A/n this is my first fanfiction on tumblr and I’m still learning how this all works. So sorry if it’s horrible. Or just not well put together. You can also find me on Wattpad with the same username. Don’t go their unless you like a half done Harry Potter fics. Also credit to everyone who owns Supernatural and Knives out and the ones who made the gifs. There also might be a part 2 if you guys really want there to be one.

Warning there are spoilers for Knives Out and I think Season 9 of Supernatural

Y/n and her husband Harlan sat in their study. Working on different things but able to fill in the silents every once in a while with a question. Like ‘How long does it take for a person to bleed out of a stab wound from a lung?’ Which Y/n would answer with a simple ‘not even 20 minutes’(Not sure if that’s true). Harlan would be writing his next New York Times best seller. While Y/n looked for cases nearby. If she found one away from her home. She sent it to Bobby a friend of hers that was also a hunter.

Soon Harlan’s kids and Grandkids and His mother would be over to celebrate his 85th birthday. Yet they sat in the study side by side working on their own things. After a couple hours of quite. Someone opened the door neither of them noticing. When the person was about to talk Y/n had a gun already pulled out on the person. When she realized who it was she put the gun down.

“Sorry Linda. You were to quiet”

“You never did tell me what you do.”Linda said trying to get the answer the rest of the family wanted to know.

“If I told you, Linda. I’d have to kill you.”Y/n said smiling at her.

“Y/n, Darling. Could I get some alone time with my daughter. Please.”Harlan asked.

“Sure, Hon. Love ya.”Y/n said closing her computer screen and getting up. She walked out of the room into the living room where the rest of Harlan’s family was at.

“Nana!”Meg said walking over to her Grandpa’s wife.

“Hey Dragonfly.”Y/n greets getting everyone else attention.

“Nana.” Y/n’(s) grandson Jacob said.

“Jakes.”

Meg hugs the women and smiles big. Jacob also hugged her and smiled at her. Y/n brought the good out in the family. Sometimes.

“Hey Mom.”Walt greets her with a smile. Y/n smiles at him and leans in to hug him. By the time Linda and Harlan are done talking Y/n has caught up with everyone and was really waiting to lay in bed by now.

Time Skip

Marta had giving Harlan the wrong medicine. She was freaking out but Harlan and Y/n wasn't. Harlan and Y/n also had two different Ideas on how this was about to go down.

“Come on Harlan. We can pretend you died in your sleep. I’ll say I gave you your medicine because Marta was feeling sick. So you sent her home before she could do it.” Y/n said helping Harlan up. He nodded and they walked down to their room. Harlan and Y/n got ready for bed like always. Harlan laid on his side and Y/n cuddle into his side. Her head on his chest. Like every-other night.

The next morning Harlan would have died in his sleep if Marta had really giving’ him the wrong medicine which she didn’t. Which was proved in the autopsy. It actually showed that he died within his sleep. Like his heart slowly stopped beating. Everything that Harlan had went to Y/n. His now widow wife. Of course his kids were upset but they knew Y/n. She’d handle things they way the needed to be.

After a year Y/n had the Thrombey and Drysdale family in shape and none of them were assholes because of her. She made them work hard to get want they wanted in life. Which they worked and earned all by themselves. No help from her. Maybe some advice here and there but that was all. They had a lot to thank her for.

Time Skip a couple years

Y/n had met the Winchester Brothers. Who welcomed her into their hearts as if they were her younger brothers. They were all sitting at Jody’s dinner table enjoying Jody’s good homemade food. When Jody brought up something about sex. That both Dean and Sam wanted to leave right away. Y/n wasn’t really paying attention to them at all.

“Not all guys are packing right boys, Y/n?” Jody asked causing Sam and Dean to choke. While Y/n still wasn’t paying attention to them.

“When did you lose your virginity Y/n?” Alex asked finally making Y/n snap out of her mind. She looked up at her name.

“What?” She paused to look at everyone. “Not gonna lie have not be listening to a thing you guys have said.”

“When did you lose your virginity?”Jody asked this time.

“Why?”

“Because I’m trying to prove my point.”

“Oh, I think 27, 28.”

“Really? I lost mine at 16.”Dean question/said.

“I lost mine to Jessica.” Sam butted in.

“Don’t pull a me though girls.”Y/n said shaking her head.

“No, I want them to wait. Just like you did.”Jody said. Before Y/n could say anything.Her phone rang. She looked at the caller ID and answered. Everyone went quite as they wondered who she had answered the phone to.

“Hey baby boy. What’s up?” They could hear a male’s voice on the other end.

“No I would never miss you birthday Jacob.” Y/n said. The voice answered her.

“Okay I love you. Bye Jacob.”Y/n hung up after that.

“Who was that?”Claire asked finally cutting back into the convention.

“It was my grandson asking if I’d make it to his 17 birthday.” Y/n said shrugging her shoulders at the group.

“When did you have a kid?”Dean asked.

“I didn’t”

“Then how do you have a grandson?”Sam questioned her.

“My late husband.”

“What?” Jody tilted her head to the side a little.

“My late husband. He’s dead.”

“Yeah we kinda figured that out already. But that doesn’t tell us how you have a grandson.”Clair said.

“I married a man. That already had kids and grandkids. When he died I kinda took over the family.”

“What was his name?” Sam asked.

“Harlan Thrombey.”

“Like the book author?”Alex asked.

“Yeah. That was my husband. When he died, I took his asshole family and turned them into hardworking non-assholes.” Y/n said smiling at them.

“So what do you think I should get a 17 year old boy? Playboy?”Y/n asked the boys. Who looked dumbfounded at her.

“I’m still stuck on the part you were married to Harlan Thrombey. Who was 85 when he died.”Sam said.

“How long were you married to him?”Jody asked.

“Well, I was hired at 18. Then at some point when I was 20. He asked me to marry him because he wanted someone to get all of his things that wasn’t he’s kids and he was lonely. And I knew in this life the chances of me actually falling in love and getting married are really low. So I blew it to hell and got married to him after 5 months of us being engaged. Then we were married for 6 years before he died.” Y/n said explaining herself. Which she knew she didn’t have to but she felt like she did. No one said anything after that.

“Trust me. That man was my best friend for 9 long years. He knew about the life. So he understood a lot of things. Hell he even met Bobby and Rufus.” Y/n added.

“Well, let’s finish dinner.”Jody said feeling the empty silence that filled the air. Sam nodded his head in agreement and everyone went right back into eating.

#supernatural fanfiction #spn #dean winchester #sam winchester #jensen ackles #jared padalecki #knives out #ransom drysdale #spn x reader #Dean Winchester x reader #sam winchester x reader #ransom thrombey x reader #jaeden martell #jaeden lieberher #x reader

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yourxoxogossipgirl2020 · 4 years

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The Wrong Goodbye (4x22) Analysis

By Jadenne Radoc Cabahug

The stakes are high in the season four finale of Gossip Girl. Serena van der Woodsen and Vanessa Abrams are at odds with each other over their shared ex, Dan Humphrey. Serena’s cousin, Charlie Rhodes, is accompanied by Dan to the Constance Billard and St. Judes Alumni Fundraiser Gala. She is seen to be the cause of the three’s problems with the revelation that she is not mentally stable due to throwing her pills out instead of taking them. Throughout the night, she tries to imitate her cousin, Serena, to get Dan to like her. When the plan fails, she avoids Serena, Dan, and Vanessa and sends them on a wild goose chase, inciting worry (Serena and Dan) and resentment (Vanessa). They find her in front of an open window on the top floor and try to reason with her to get away from the ledge. In the second storyline of the show, Chuck Bass and Nate Archibald are scrambling to find Blair Waldorf, who has been missing the entire night. Blair was been kidnapped by Russell Thorpe, as retribution against Chuck. Raina Thorpe, Russell’s daughter, goes with the two boys and discovers this and is planning to murder her by arson in an abandoned building. Raina convinces her father to cease his devious plans to use killing Blair as revenge against Chuck (earlier in the season, Chuck discovered that Russell murdered his wife, and Raina’s mother, Avery Thorpe, after discovering she had an affair with Chuck’s father, Bart Bass).

In the show as a whole, women are presented as conniving, scheming, spiteful, and vengeful. Most of them are wealthy white women who like to create problems and stir drama with their friends, enemies, and lovers. This episode begins with Serena and Vanessa immediately at each other’s throats over what to do with Charlie, who seems to be off her rockers, and over their romantic interest in Dan. This portrayal that women are spiteful is portrayed through all the female characters in the show. Charlie is jealous of the fame and attention that Serena receives, so she tries to change herself to get Dan to like her. This feeds into the harmful narrative that women compete with each other for the validation from people around them. On the other end, Blair is shown to be having an affair on her fiance, the Prince of Monaco, with Chuck Bass after he rescues her from being kidnapped. Prince Louis is shown through various clips to be waiting diligently for Blair and defending her when someone presents doubt against her. Meanwhile, Blair crashes a bar mitzvah (the only Jewish representation on the show), drinking and dancing with Chuck. Through this lens, Blair is perceived as a shameless woman who cheats on her loving fiancé with her ex.

These are common stereotypes that women in media play. As stated in our Gendered Lives textbook from the article, “Media Representations and the Creation of Knowledge” the authors detail this problem, “Much media representation serves to reinforce ideological notions of women’s roles, bodies, and sexuality” (Kirk & Okazawa 2020). The ideological notion of women as selfish and evil perpetuates how audiences can or already view women in real life. This quote is embodied in every character from how gender, sexuality, and class is portrayed. In terms of the male characters on the show, they all appear to be strong and loyal. Chuck is shown to be scrambling to find Blair and succeeds in saving her from Russell, and his best friend, Nate Archibald, is there alongside him to help him. Nate is also understanding of Serena, who was given an ultimatum by himself and Dan to choose between them. Dan is shown as caring for Charlie despite her earlier outburst and also shows compassion to Serena. Everyone appears to be cisgender and straight. There are no non-binary or a-gendered characters and this feeds into the notion of erasure of people from the LGBTQ+ community in media and in real life.

The main reason I chose this episode was how the show played into the stereotypes of people of color. Most people of color in the episode, and show, portray and perpetuate negative portrayals and stereotypes. Russell Thorpe is the only Black man in the show. He has a significant part as the main antagonist of season four, however, he is written a flat character with nothing but hate for everyone except for his daughter. Throughout history (and media history), Black men have always been portrayed as brute villains against white people, who are heroes. In this episode, Russell is seen as a crazy vengeful man who murdered his wife after she had an affair with his business partner, Bart Bass, Chuck’s father, and wishes to inflict the same end on Blair, an innocent white woman, who is the love of Chuck’s life. The show relies heavily on the stereotype of people of color to be evil to move along the plot that the man needs to save the woman. Vanessa, a mixed-race woman, is shown to be spiteful and mean to the other characters in the show – in this episode, she lacks empathy for Charlie, who is undergoing an episode of mental illness. Raina Thorpe, Russell Thorpe’s daughter, is the only dark-skinned full Black woman in the show with a somewhat primary role in the show. Throughout the season, she is shown to be determined and strong, refusing to accept nonsense from anyone. In this episode, she is pushed to the side, despite her central role in the earlier part of the season. In this sense, Raina plays into the stereotype of the role of a strong Black woman that is so often shown in the media. The Combahee River Collective’s “A Black Feminist Statement”, delves into early stereotypes and conceptions of Black women as characters like mammy, matriarch, Saphire, whore, bulldagger (Kirk & Okazawa 2020). The strong Black woman stereotype narrows other representations in media and perceptions of Black women.

The characters appear to be in their own world of wealth and scandal. Throughout the episode, there is little regard for anything that happens outside of the Upper East Side. At the end of the episode, Russell Thorpe is given a sentence of twenty years for the murder of his wife, and the main cast is seen to be packing to embark on vacations to places like Monaco, the Hamptons (where the van der Woodsens own a vacation home), Malibu, or anywhere in the world. This in itself can address the political issue of how wealthy people live away from the rest of society. Although Dan and his family are from Brooklyn and are of a lower class, they assimilate into the world of the Upper East Side because Dan’s father, Rufus married Serena’s mother, Lily. They are seen relaxing in a spacious penthouse (a much different abode from their original loft in Dumbo). Vanessa, who is also from Brooklyn, can be seen telling Dan that he no longer cares about anything outside of the bubble he now lives in because the wealth has gone to his head.

Citations

Harding, S. “Creating Knowledge : Epistemologies, Values, and Methods” In Kirk, G., & Okazawa-Rey, M. (2020) Gendered lives: Intersectional Perspectives. New York: Oxford University Press.

Safran, J. (Writer), & Norris, P. (Director). (2011). The Wrong Goodbye [Television series webisode]. In J. Schwartz & S. Savage (Executive Producers), Gossip Girl. Retrieved from

https://www.netflix.com/watch/70212662?trackId=14170289&tctx=2%2C2%2C62d0ef2d-3826-48f6-9dde-e039476dc067-652967488%2C1d2fe6f1-a3d2-4539-97c5-21c16cfee2af_43014171X3XX1605211350412%2C1d2fe6f1-a3d2-4539-97c5-21c16cfee2af_ROOT%2C

The Combahee River Collective. “A Black Feminist Statement.” In Kirk, G., & Okazawa-Rey, M. (2020) Gendered lives: Intersectional Perspectives. New York: Oxford University Press.

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nothing takes the past away (like the future) - Part 6

Lucy Preston x Garcia Flynn

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5

AO3

Words: 5114

Series Summary: There are no guidelines for being handed your future child. Especially one who’s being hunted through time by an evil organization. Lucy and Flynn, who haven’t even admitted their feelings for each other, are in for one hell of a surprise. Battling Rittenhouse in the past had been their only mission for so long, but now they have to face their future, and even worse, their feelings. Being faced with your future child kind of puts things into perspective.

Chapter: 6/20

Author’s notes: Alright please don’t kill me. So I know I haven’t updated in like 10 years but I got a job like a proper adult job at a District Attorney’s Office as an Investigator so like I have no time and when I have time I’m so tired I fall asleep at 10 pm which sucks. But anyways I need to get back into writing because I have this whole thing planned out. Since the finale murdered me and I refuse to talk about it I decided to change this chapter to be the Titanic instead of what I had originally planned. Anyways Garcia Flynn is alive and no one can convince me otherwise. Hope you enjoy!!!

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A kiss shared between two people who weren’t quite in love yet should have caused some awkwardness. Especially when those two people were sharing a room. With their future daughter sleeping in the adjoining room.

But awkwardness couldn’t occur when Lucy Preston’s master plan was to avoid Garcia Flynn like the plague, right?

Lucy’s eyes closed as Garcia’s lips pressed softly against hers. Her hand reached up to wrap around his neck but fell as it was met with just air. And when she opened her eyes, the man before her had vanished.

The obnoxious rattling sound of a train rocked Lucy out of her dream, and with a groan, she buried her face into the soft pillow.

She couldn’t even avoid Garcia in her own subconscious.

After the kiss they had shared, Lucy had been avoiding the talk that clearly needed to happen. And the only way to avoid that talk was to avoid the man in question. She spent nearly the whole day making sure she and Garcia were never alone. And barely said two words to him, worried that if she started talking, she would ramble on about all the crazy thoughts going through her head.

The rest of the team didn’t seem to notice anything weird going on between the two, and if they did they most likely assumed that it was because they were raising their daughter from the future.

But there was one person who did realize something was wrong. And that was Grace. She had asked Garcia whether or not her momma was mad at him again.

“Again?”

“Yeah, like last time when you didn’t bring her favorite cookies home.”

Lucy knew she couldn’t keep avoiding him much longer. She wasn’t one to run away from conflict. But she also wasn’t one to be open about her feelings.

Running her fingers through her hair to smooth down her bedhead, she slowly sat up. She hadn’t slept much last night and she was exhausted.

The last thing Lucy remembered was drifting off on the couch, watching Grace sleep in the adjoining room. Garcia must have moved her sometime in the night. But it still didn’t feel like she had gotten enough sleep. She just kept having nightmares on repeat. Emma kidnapping Grace. Or that Garcia got hurt.

The room was surprisingly quiet, which was a rare moment of peace, as the life in the new bunker had been anything but.

Getting used to a new bunker wasn’t as easy as one would expect. Lucy wasn’t sure when she got comfortable living in that underground cold steel cage, but she would give anything to be back in their old bunker.

It would definitely prevent the awkwardness of getting lost and ending up in the wrong room.

On just the first day alone, Rufus had walked in on Connor in the bathroom twice, the older man screaming bloody murder each time.

Jiya had fallen asleep in Garcia and Lucy’s room thinking it was her own.

Wyatt had been MIA and Lucy wouldn’t have even believed he was there if he hadn’t been in the car on the ride over.

And Denise had mixed up the bunker codes and had accidentally locked herself inside with the team for the time being.

The only one who loved this new place was Grace. The little girl was a bundle of energy and on the first day gave each time team member a job to decorate their new home.

The first few hours were spent making snowflakes. Denise was surprisingly good at it. Rufus had cut himself multiple times. And Connor had given up after his twentieth attempt.

Later, Grace had recruited Connor in creating a playlist for the “time team”, which is apparently what they were called in the future. After a while, Garcia had officially banned country music after the same song played on repeat for four hours straight. Rufus hadn’t listened and instead started performing karaoke with Jiya.

Around dinner, Grace bribed her poor father into teaching the rest of the bunker how to cook and bake. She claimed Jiya made the best chocolate chip cookies, but the woman herself stated she had never touched an oven before in her life.

And before bed, Grace found Wyatt and convinced him to play cards with her. The man was sullen but smiled as the girl tried to “cheat” which Lucy reprimanded her for. However, when the little girl claimed she was counting cards like her dad, Lucy let it go with a smile.

Lucy wasn’t sure what her daughter had in mind today, but she was excited to find out.

With a sigh, Lucy glanced at the clock, which was blinking noon. She had always had an issue with sleeping in. As a professor, she hated early classes almost as much as her students. And that hatred for early mornings certainly didn’t go away just because she was chasing a mad woman and terrorist organization through time.

Dragging herself out of bed, Lucy dressed and quickly made her way to the kitchen, her stomach growling as she smelled the lingering scent of French toast.

Because Rittenhouse hadn’t jumped since they moved bunkers, the team seemed to have taken to relaxing, which was why Lucy wasn’t too surprised to find an empty kitchen.

She would have assumed no one else was awake if the kitchen hadn’t been a complete mess of flour and smelled delicious.

Stepping around the table, to see if there was any food left in the fridge, Lucy slipped on something, catching herself on the counter. Reaching down she picked up a shirt. Her brows furrowing she looked around at the piled of clothes and kitchenware that was dumped into a pile on the ground.

All the things that had been packed away in boxes and left to be unpacked into their new bunker.

A small giggle echoed through the room, and Lucy peeked into the living room, finding that the boxes were being used as a makeshift fort in front of the TV.

Tip-toeing up to the back, Lucy knocked on the roughly cut door.

Grace’s head popped out and she excitedly waved her mother in. Lucy smiled and scooted into the box fort, finding Garcia sitting on the ground, his hair filled with barrettes. Grace jumped back onto the couch and began what Lucy assumed was braiding her father’s hair.

Lucy leaned down pressing a kiss against Grace’s head and the little girl immediately threw her arms around her mother’s neck. Lucy just held her for a moment before she opened her eyes, catching sight of Garcia’s and blushing in response.

“Momma, let go I need to finish daddy’s hair or he’s gonna look like a mess.”

“Nope, no can do sweet girl. I need more hugs.” Lucy fell back onto the couch holding Grace close to her and tickling the little girl. She laughed loudly, the sound echoing beautifully off the metal walls.

“Daddy, save me!”

Garcia chuckled, “No can do, draga! I’m sorry but here comes another tickle monster!”

“No no no!” The little girl pulled away, and Lucy let her go, her tiny feet taking her out of the fort and across the room as Garcia chased after her.

Lucy watched with a smile as the two continued to play as she got food ready for herself.

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“How did you know when you loved Rufus?”

Lucy and Jiya sat at the kitchen table, the later working on the Rubik’s cube Rufus had gotten her, which she had found in his things and promptly stolen but definitely planned to put back before he realized.

Jiya glanced up and shrugged, about to look back down at her cube when she realized Lucy wasn’t even looking at her but was staring across the room at Garcia who was throwing a laughing Grace up into the air.

“Ohhh!” Jiya said putting the cube on the table as she scooted her chair closer to Lucy’s.

“So you and Flynn?”

Lucy threw her a startled look, “I mean I’m not sure? I’ve never really loved anyone. I didn’t have time for boyfriends in school and there were a few relationships later on but my career has always been more important. I just...I don’t know what I’m supposed to be feeling.”

Jiya smiled at the panicked look on Lucy’s face, “You’re not supposed to feel anything. You just know.”

“Everyone keeps saying that.” Lucy groaned, placing her head in her hands.

“Lucy,” Jiya said reaching out and placing her hand on her arm, “just because you have a child together doesn’t mean that you have to be feeling things so soon. Clearly, your prodigy over there is not coming for another few years. I mean even Rufus and I are gonna have a kid and I’m freaking out too. But I guess it’s different because Rufus and I are together... and you and Garcia are- ”

“We kissed two nights ago.” Lucy blurted out.

“YOU WHAT?!” Jiya squealed, her voice echoing through the metal bunker.

Silence sliced through the living room and Lucy peeked out from her hands watching as Garcia sent over a curious glance smirking as he caught sight of Lucy’s reddened face and Jiya’s excitement.

Lucy shushed Jiya as she swatted her arm and the woman whispered, “Sorry sorry. Lucy that’s amazing! You know I was always rooting for you guys.”

“I thought you hated Garcia.”

“I mean I did. But the man knows his Doctor Who. It’s refreshing.”

Lucy’s brows shot up as she stifled a laugh, “I...alright. Well you need to help me because I still don’t know what I’m feeling and now everything is awkward and I haven’t talked to him since the kiss.”

Jiya eyes widened, “You can’t ignore him!” and then she smirked, “I know just want you need.” The woman leaped to her feet, “Grace, my perfect little niece, I need your conniving scheming smarty-pants brain!”

The little girl squealed and the pitter-patter of her shoes should on the floor, her shoes lighting up as she ran over to them from the living room, Garcia following close behind, “Coming Aunt Jiya! Bye Daddy! Bye, momma! We’ll try not to make something go ‘boom’ this time.”

“’Boom?’.....WAIT, JIYA!”

But Jiya’s face just lit up as she imagined all the chaos those two had probably caused in the future, before she dragged Grace out of the room, “We’ll be fine!”

Biting her lip, Lucy listened to the sound of laughter echoing down the hall as they got further and further away.

Garcia sidled up alongside Lucy and she closed her eyes knowing what he was going to say.

“Should I leave so you don’t have to come up with an excuse to avoid me?”

Lucy turned to face him, but the words were caught in her throat.

“Lucy,” Garcia smiled sadly, “if the kiss was too soon, we can act like it didn’t happen. I don’t want to force you into anything. ”

But Lucy shook her head, “No, it’s not that. I just...I don’t know how I’m supposed to feel. I don’t want to start off our relationship not being able to communicate, that would be a horrible way to raise a family. I’m just....what?”

“Nothing.” He said, his tongue darting out to lick his lips, a smile tugging at his mouth at how she had used the word family.

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“Lucy!”

Lucy shot up, her heart beating fast. She raised her hand to run it through her hair but froze when she saw it shaking in the stream of light that shone through the bunker’s living room window. Another hand reached out toward her shaking hand and unwittingly she flinched away, watching as the hand retreated.

That was when Lucy looked up, finding Garcia crouched down next to where she must have fallen asleep on the couch, her body trying to catch up on the lack of sleep from the prior night.

Garcia’s eyes were dark with worry, the unspoken question “are you okay” on his lips.

Lucy swallowed hard and tried to give him a smile, but all she managed was a grimace.

“Is it ever going to end?”

“What?” Garcia murmured, his hand reaching out and brushing some hair back behind her ear.

“Do we even have a plan to defeat Rittenhouse? Or is it just a never-ending chase throughout history? I don’t know how much more I can take Garcia. I can’t-“

Garcia grabbed onto her hand and opened his mouth to speak when a loud alarm shot through the room.

“The Mothership has jumped! You gotta go.”

Lucy pulled her hand out of Garcia’s and the couple moved over to the rest of the team.

“I’m going.” Lucy stepped forward.

Garcia pulled her to the side, “Lucy...you didn’t get any sleep last night. And you just...what about Grace?”

“It’s my fault, Emma has my journal, Garcia. It’s my fault. I need to do this. I need to fix this. For our future. When did they jump?”

Connor froze, “April 1912.”

No.

Lucy and Garcia shared a look. Knowing they both had to go. Lucy had read that entry in her journal and she knew that was the moment that rocked her and Garcia’s relationship forward. She swallowed hard and looked over at Grace, who was sullen as she held tight to Jiya’s hand.

As Rufus got the Lifeboat ready, Garcia and Lucy crouched in front of Grace. And they knew that she understood what was coming. She pulled them into a tight hug and they hugged their daughter as tight as they could. It took all their strength to pull themselves away from her.

As they sat in the Lifeboat, Lucy and Garcia gripped each other’s hand tight as they watched the door close, their last sight, their daughter. And they couldn’t stop their minds from wondering how many times had they both had to leave her behind in the future.

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Walking on the deck of the Titanic was overwhelming. As Lucy’s heels clicked against the floor, she gazed around in wonder, the ocean’s breeze sending a shiver down her spine. It was a wonder how this magnificently big ship could end up at the bottom of the ocean, because looking at it, it looked like it could withstand a hurricane.

Garcia was at her back, his hand resting warm around her waist, holding her close as they passed people left and right. Rufus a few steps behind, complaining about leaving the Lifeboat so far away.

“Do you think there is a sleeper agent here? You said you mentioned that you wrote about it in your journal. What did it say?”

Lucy blushed as she remembered the details she had read about Garcia and herself and cleared her throat, “No, no mentions of a sleeper. But they could be here to kill more people. Could be Margaret Brown, better known as The Unsinkable Molly. She saved dozens of people when she made the crew of one of the lifeboats turn around and save survivors. She also goes on to work in our criminal justice system. It was because of her that we have a juvenile court. Before that, there was nothing like it and children offenders were getting thrown into prison for years and even getting the death penalty. She was the one that helped create different punishments. She’s amazing.”

“Excuse me, miss.”

Lucy turned around, her eyes going wide as she saw the woman standing in front of her.

“I heard you speaking on juvenile offenders. I am actually working to create a different system for children so that they will not be tried as adults are. Would you care to talk over tea?”

Lucy’s mouth was wide open and it wasn’t until Garcia nudged her clearing his throat loudly, did she stick out her hand.

“Hi! Yes, hello. I am Lucy Preston. I would love to discuss juvenile offenders.”

“Marvelous. I am Margaret Brown. However, please call me Molly.”

“I- yes I will do that.”

Molly laughed, “We shall meet in the dining hall, tonight?”

Nodding her head in awe, Lucy listened silently as Molly bid them a farewell.

Speechless, Lucy watched as Molly walked away, Garcia and Rufus stifling laughs as they watched her point at Molly.

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Rufus decided to pass on dinner, instead focusing on trying to find any sleeper agents, while Garcia and Lucy prepared for their dinner with Margaret Brown.

At dinner that night, the orchestra played softly, as they were offered plates of food. Molly had invited Garcia and Lucy to join her and her friend at their own table.

Lucy was practically vibrating with excitement as she asked Molly about her family and her involvement in establishing the United States first juvenile court system.

Molly explained how she had peacefully separated from her husband and he had given her an allowance to do what she loved, which was helping destitute children.

It was rare to find a divorced woman in this time, let alone one who was still accepted into high society. Lucy hung onto every one of her words, in awe at how much the woman in front of her had accomplished and would accomplish.

“I just think it’s wonderful how much you’re helping these children. It’s just not fair that children are being punished for crimes as adults, there’s such a developmental difference between the two.” Lucy said.

Molly sighed, “Which is exactly what I have been trying to tell various other judges. There is only one who agrees with me, a Judge Ben Lindsey. He has worked wonders in helping me.” Molly spoke, “But enough about me and my job, do you two have children? I am assuming you are married, yes?”

Garcia smiled, “We are. And we do, a daughter. Grace. She’s almost five.”

“A wonderful age. And I bet she takes after your wife’s brilliant brains.”

“That she does.”

Garcia threw a smile at Lucy and for a moment Lucy felt as if time had frozen. Garcia’s hand was warm, wrapped around hers and she could feel the steady beat of his heart. After a moment, she smiled, finally able to see how this would one day be their future. As a family.

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Later on that night, when the three travelers were in their cabin, the ship suddenly rocked to the side, glasses and other items flying off the dresser; the dresser itself teetering dangerously.

Rufus grabbed both Lucy and Garcia as they stumbled over their feet, trying to regain balance. The ship rocked hard once again, and Lucy fell right into Garcia’s arms, the man taking the brunt of the hit when they slammed into the wall.

“No, this isn’t supposed to happen yet. It’s only the 13th. What’s going on?” Lucy gripped tight to both men as the ship jolted to a stop as if it had rammed into something.

Propelling himself off the wall, Garcia yanked the door opened, peeking down the hall, watching as the other passengers rushed out of their rooms.

“Come on.” Garcia grabbed onto Lucy’s hand and she, in turn, grabbed Rufus’s as they made their way through the sea of people trying to make it to the ballroom, where everyone was whispering that the captain was going to be making an announcement.

People were screaming over each other and shoving each other left and right as crazy theories were coming out about what was happening.

Lucy pushed her way through the people when she spotted the captain, “Captain Smith!”

The man turned around and Lucy nodded her head in respect, “Sir, I’m sorry for the intrusion, but is everything okay? It felt like we hit an iceberg.”

“All is fine. No icebergs in sight. I will be making an announcement soon.” The man tried to smile, but a grimace crossed his face as he took in the passengers that were swarming the ballroom.

Garcia and Rufus finally caught up to her.

“What did he say?”

Lucy told them that he hadn’t given her much information, but something seemed off.

She glanced around when she caught sight of Molly and her friend standing toward the side. She nudged Garcia, and he nodded. Lucy quickly walked over to her, “Molly.”

“Oh, Lucy.” The woman reached out, giving Lucy’s hand a squeeze, “Are you and your husband, all good?”

“Yes, thank you. I am worried though. I think Garcia and I are going to be ready if something happens, I think you should be too.”

Molly smiled but it didn’t reach her eyes, “Don’t worry about old me. I shall be fine. We will see you tomorrow?”

Lucy smiled and nodded, bidding the woman a farewell. She knew she would do everything she could to save Molly and stop Emma from wreaking more havoc.

She went to take another step to find Garcia and Rufus when she felt something hard press into her back. Freezing, she felt a hand wrap tight around her arm and push her off toward a side room.

The unknown person shoved her forward and Lucy knocked over some pots, as she tried to right herself. Turning around, she raised her hands up as a man aimed a gun at her head.

“Emma sends her regards. And she hopes that your little angel is doing well.”

Lucy swallowed hard as the man moved his finger down to the trigger. However, before she could think of what to do, movement in the window behind the agent caught her eyes as she saw Rufus peeking through the glass.

“Well, you can tell Emma to leave us the hell alone. I hope the journal is treating her well.”

The man looked confused and Lucy nodded her head minutely before dropping to the ground as Rufus came barging through the door. The gunman turned around in surprise, a shot going off into the ceiling as Rufus forced his arm up.

Crawling quickly across the ground, Lucy grabbed a pan and whipped around whacking it into the gunman’s hand, the gun flying across the room.

“Garcia?”

Rufus grunted as he rammed into the agent once again, “He’s busy with minion number two.”

Lucy nodded and watched as the agent pushed away from Rufus and made to run across the room to grab his gun.

Lucy dove after him, grabbing onto his leg, causing him to slam to the ground. She crawled over him and reached out her fingers just brushing against the butt of the gun. The agent gripped her ankle and began to drag her back, but her fingers closed around the gun and she picked it up as the agent stood up, his eyes widening as Lucy pulled the trigger without hesitation.

Her eyes went wide as he dropped to the ground and she scrambled to her feet, dropping the gun into the trashcan as she rushed out of the room. Rufus followed closely, his hands shaking, as he glanced around hoping nobody had heard their struggle.

Turning the corner, Lucy ran headfirst into a body and raised her hands prepared for another fight, when she saw it was Garcia she relaxed, sighing as she wrapped herself around him.

“Lucy?”

“I’m fine.”

“She’s not fine, she just fought off a man twice her size and shot him. So I’m gonna go and throw up somewhere alright?” He said before taking off out to the deck.

Lucy was silent as she let Garcia guide her to their cabin.

“Lucy.”

“I’m fine.”

“I don’t think you are.” He gritted.

“I said I’m fine Flynn.” She snapped, “I’ve killed people before. I-“

“Lucy.”

Lucy pulled at her hair, “When did killing people become okay with me? I’m no better than Rittenhouse. Murdering people. I don’t even know who that man was, if he had a family.”

“Lucy,” Garcia grabbed onto her chin, turning her to look at him, “he would have killed you. He wasn’t a good man. You did it to survive. You didn’t kill him because you wanted to.”

“But that’s where you’re wrong!” She was hysterical, “I did want to kill him. I wanted him dead because of everything he stands for. I killed him like I tried to kill Emma back in Chinatown. How can I ever come back after this?”

“You don’t, really. And I would know. But one day you will realize you did what you had to do. You told me all those months ago that I could be a father after everything I have done. And you can be a mother after what you’ve done. You can be good because you’ve always been good. You’ve never been anything else.”

“So, if you believe that you can be a father again, then what is stopping you from getting your family back?”

“What?”

“If given the chance to save them, you’ll choose them and I couldn’t blame you for that.”

“Lucy, where is this coming from?”

Lucy sighed, sitting on the bed, her whole body decompressing, “You wanted to talk about the kiss. This is why I didn’t want to.”

“Lucy.” Garcia crouched down in front of her, “I may still love my wife and daughter, but-“ He paused, “I love you. When you first handed me the journal all those years ago and told me that if I followed it, I would be able to save my family, I think deep down I knew that it was a fool’s errand. But I did it anyway because I loved them. And I still do. But along the way I changed. I will always love Iris but I’m not the same man that was her father. And I’m not the same person that Lorena loved. And if somehow I get them back, if somehow we save Iris and Lorena, I won’t leave you. I will be a father to Iris and I will always love Lorena, but that’s in the past. But it’s you, I love you. I’m a father to Grace. And I hope to one day be a husband to you. You’re my family. You and Grace. And this team. And I promise you, I won’t leave you.”

“You can’t-“

“But I can Lucy. Because I’m yours. If you want me.”

That night wasn’t exactly a pleasant one. The tension between Lucy and Garcia was palpable and when Rufus had made it back, they were sitting on opposite sides of the cabin.

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When the dawn broke, it was April 14th, and Lucy knew they had to leave. Garcia was sure that they had taken out both of the Rittenhouse agents and that the Titanic would happen exactly how history should. Their job was done. But if they waited for the Titanic to go down, there was a chance they wouldn’t survive.

With some bribing and thievery, they managed to steal of the lifeboats and row over to the closest ship, which Lucy said was the SS Carpathia, one of the ships that received the distress call from the Titanic and in turn saved over 700 people.

After hours of rowing, the team climbed aboard and Garcia paid their way onto the passenger list. The hours of waiting seemed to draw on and on and the team sat in silence until the distress call sounded on board.

That night, Lucy, Garcia, and Rufus spent the night helping the crew pull people out of the water and treating them for injuries.

Lucy watched as Garcia spoke to a frantic French woman and was dragged over to a little girl that couldn’t have been much older than Grace. Garcia crouched down, pulling off his coat and wrapping it around the little girl, whispering comforting words to her in French.

In the end, the crew and passengers were able to save the 700 people. And thus the journey began home. The Captain dropped everybody off in New York, but the team stuck around as the ship circled back to Liverpool, where they would hitch a ride to where they had stashed the Lifeboat.

Another week on a ship.

After that, the team decided they were never never going on another ship ever again.

In that week, Garcia and Lucy pushed past that one night on the Titanic and began to learn more about each other. Lucy opened up to him in a way she hadn’t opened up to anyone. And Garcia shared with her things that he still had nightmares about. They spent that week talking and growing closer.

Yet the most surprising relationship to come out of this trip was the new friendship between Rufus and Garcia. Both men had grown to trust and enjoy each other’s presence much to their chagrin.

When they finally got off the ship a week later, Rufus fell to the ground kissing the pavement and praising God for letting them live.

Instead of leaving right away to go find the Lifeboat, the team decided to relax the rest of the night in a hotel.

They needed just a little time away from modes of transportation.

And of course, because fate always played a hand, there were only two rooms available.

Lucy and Garcia shared one.

That night as Lucy sat in bed, a blanket wrapped around her shoulders. She knew that it was time to stop fighting it.

And this time Lucy kissed Garcia. Not because she had read it in the journal but because she wanted to.

Lucy knew in the way he was looking at her that he was telling the truth about how he felt. The way he held her, the way he looked at her and talked to her, he made her feel safe and she knew that her heart would be safe with him always.

And in that moment she let go of the hesitation that had been holding her back and let herself be loved.

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Sneak Peek:

When the lifeboat landed, the sound of footsteps echoed through the bunker and Lucy didn’t waste a second jumping out of the Lifeboat and bending down to grab the little girl that ran right into her arms.

She held tight to her daughter, Garcia’s arms wrapped tight around her holding both of his girls close.

“Momma!”

“Yes, sweet girl?”

“I have a surprise!”

“WE!” Came Jiya’s voice from the other room.

“For me?” Lucy asked, her eyebrows raising as she shared a look with Garcia.

“For you and daddy!”

The little girl wiggled out of her mother’s grasp until she was placed on the ground. She held out her tiny hands to her parents, bouncing excitedly on her toes as she dragged her mother and father away from the Lifeboat and into the kitchen.

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Author’s notes: If there are any mistakes I'm sorry I wanted to get this out tonight and it's late and I have work tomorrow so I'm trusting my brain to have edited correctly. I promise I'll try to update sooner! You guys are the best and I love you all!

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hunterswearingplaid · 6 years

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Family Of Blood - Part 5

Summary: The reader and Dean are getting somewhere with finding Sam, accompanied by a pile of dead ends.

Pairing: Sam x daughter!Reader

Word Count: 1.4K

Warnings: None

Author’s Note: I’ve decided to add one or two more parts to this story just so that I can wrap it up better and this part didn’t become one big mega-part! Enjoy! :)

[For anybody confused, the first part of this story (the part in Lawrence) is in third person.]

Masterlist

Lawrence, Kansas.

Sam got out of the car he had hitched a ride from, “Thanks, buddy.”

“No worries, dude.” The woman replied, giving him a once-over. “Hey, listen!” She called out as Sam was going to close the door. “Take care of yourself. Okay? You really need it.”

Sam nodded slowly, adding a quiet, “Whatever that means.”

“You know what I mean!” The woman shouted as she drove off, leaving Sam alone on the dusty road outside the house.

He didn't know what to do now. He didn't have anything with him, except a backpack with three shirts and a pack of Cheezits. He let his backpack drop to the ground, sitting down on the curb next to it.

‘Take care of yourself,’ the woman - Jeanine - had said. ‘Whatever that means,’ he had said back to her. He knew exactly what it meant.

I mean, he had showed up with blood on your face, eyes red from crying too much and a limp, what else did he expect Jeanine to say?

Just when the tears were going to escape his eyes for the approximately forty-third time that day, a woman from across the street approached him.

“Sam Winchester, is that you?”

Lebanon, Kansas.

Here you were at the Bunker once again.

With the key still in ignition, you hurried out of the car to see Dean standing outside, waiting for you. His sunken eyes and tear-streaked face gave away everything.

You stood in front of him. “Dean,” you breathed out.

“Y/N,” He said back, making it sound like a question.

After a few seconds of strained silence, you found yourself putting your arms around his shoulders, pulling him in for a hug. “I’m scared, Dean,” you said, your voice shaking.

His hand came to your back, making slow circles. “Me, too, Kiddo.”

“That doesn’t sound like him,” you said, pacing in the library of the Bunker.”Not that I know him all that well, but I’m going off what you’ve told me,” You reasoned. “He just walked away?” You asked for the third time.

“Yeah, Y/N/N. Is it okay if I call you that?” Dean asked. Once you nodded, he went on, “After he spewed all that shit about having killed a lot of mothers, I found him leaning against the car in the parking lot when I went looking for him. When he saw me coming, he walked away.” Dean stood up too, putting his palms down on the table. “He didn't say a word, I swear.”

You sighed deeply, your hands tugging at your hair. The breath you let out was shaky, still not having recovered from the shock of it all.

“Hey,” Dean said, sensing your sadness. “We will find him.” He walked over to you, grabbing you gently by the shoulders. “Okay? This is not the first time this has happened. I promise you, Y/N, we will find Sam.”

You nodded fast, keeping your eyes shut tight. Your head dropped, tears threatening to spill for what felt like the millionth time. “This is all so much.”

“I know, kid. I know. But you’re Sammy’s daughter. And if you’re anything like Sam,I know you’re going to get through it. Just like your father would.” He said, lifting your head to look up at you.

“Let’s get some food in you.”

After having eaten, you were back in the library of the Bunker, trying to hack your way through various systems to find any credit cards Sam might have used.

When Dean walked in to see what you were doing, he looked exasperated. “Y/N Y/L/N. Y/N Winchester. You need sleep.”

“Nah,” you said, turning your head to computer quickly.

“Yeah, you do.” Dean snapped back. “Listen to me,” Dean groaned.

You turned your head towards him, clearly annoyed.

Dean held his hands up in defence, “You need at least a hunter’s four hours.”

“I’m not sleeping in this, I don’t have any other clothes.” You said, making excuses to get back to research.

“I’ll lend you our friend Charlie’s clothes. And while you sleep, I’ll make a trip to your place and get your stuff.” Dean said, a small smile on his face at finding a solution.

“My house is two and a half hours away.”

“So, by the time you wake up, I’ll be back with your stuff.”

“Dean, we have to find Sam a -”

“And we will! But you need to rest, Y/N.” Dean said, his volume rising just slightly. “What if Sam is in trouble, huh? What if some psychopath, or Lord forbid, monster has him? Are you going to charge in with no sleep in your system?” Dean asked. “You won’t be making it two steps before you pass out from exhaustion.”

You pressed your index finger and thumb to the bridge of your nose, your eyes closing.

“Come on, you know I have a point.” Dean pressed.

You finally gave in, getting up from your seat and following Dean out of the bunker.

He stopped at the door of a room that looked identical to the rest. “You can stay here. I’ll get you your stuff and then you can move in.”

You turned around at Dean’s words. “Wait. Move in?”

“What, you think I’m going to let you go back to that apartment? No, now you’re one of us.” With that, he walked away, leaving you to yourself.

You walked inside the room, taking it all in. It was plain. Boring. But you could make it your own once you moved in. You could put up pictures, hang a few knives, stack up books. Just the way you would have done had you had a nice room back when you were a kid.

Maybe this could all work out the way you wanted it to. Maybe, just maybe, Sam might come back unharmed. Maybe things will work out between the two of you. And maybe you could be family. Family dinners. Family hunts. Maybe you could have that.

Just maybe.

Your eyes fluttered open to complete darkness for the first time in weeks. Wow, more than three hours of sleep. That felt like a luxury to you these days.

After getting lost in the corridors of the bunker twice, you found the kitchen, where you found Dean.

“Good morning, sleeping beauty.” He called, taking a sip of coffee from his mug.

“Morning? How many hours was I out?” You asked, taking a seat next to him.

“About eighteen,” he said after taking a look at his watch. “I hope you’re feeling better now. I got your stuff, it’s in the War Room.”

“You seem particularly chirpy for someone who has no idea where his brother is.” You said, taking a sip of coffee from Dean’s mug as he got up to make you another.

“I was just waiting for you to get up.” Dean said. “I’ve got a few ideas as to where he might be, but they might all be dead ends.”

“I thought about it a little before sleeping, too.” You said. “I thought we could check out Rufus’ cabin, and Bobby’s house. Or what’s left of it.”

Dean turned around, giving you a look. “How do you know those places?”

“You forget about The Winchesters Gospel.” You said in a sing-song voice. “I’ve got them all.”

“Ew.” Dean sat back next to you. “Whatever. Yeah. I had those two places in mind. And we could visit Jody. Mills. But you know her, don’t you?” Dean mocked.

“Totally. Love her.” You smiled. You began walking out to get ready to head out.

“Y/N?” Dean called out.

“Yeah?”

“Are you a Sam Girl or a Dean Girl?”

“Of course the ruins of Bobby’s house were going to be a dead end. But Jody’s place and Rufus’ cabin, too?” You were fed up of looking around all over the goddamn country. “We’ve been traveling for two days for nothing.”

Dean rubbed at his tired eyes. “Yeah. For all you know, Sam might just be back.”

“Hey, I’m not going all the way back to the bunker till we’re sure.” You said. “If you’re tired, I can drive.” You asked slowly, knowing you were going to get no for an answer.

“Okay.” Dean said, pulling the keys out and throwing them at you.

What?

Before you could register it, he got out of the driver’s seat and climbed in the back, laying down. “I’m really tired, I could use some rest.” He mumbled, closing his eyes.

But before you could start the car, Dean’s hand shot up and came on your shoulder, startling you.

“Dean, what is it?” You said, your voice sounding jumpy.

“Y/N, I know where Sammy is.”

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written-in-sunshine · 6 years

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Misplaced - Rude/Reno - SFWish

Title: Misplaced Author: Donnie Fandom: Final Fantasy VII Setting: Tseng’s Office, Sector 8 Hallway Pairing: Rude/Reno Characters: Rude, Reno, Cissnei, Elena, Tseng Genre: Romance/Humor Rating: T Chapters: 1/1 Word Count: 564 Type of Work: Drabble; Weekly Writing Prompt #3 Status: Complete Warnings: Gay, Slash, Yaoi, Makeout Sequence, Almost NSFW but not quite, Reno’s a little shit naturally Disclaimer: I don’t own anything. Summary: Reno knew he needed a little bit of time with Rude. He didn’t know that they were already late for that meeting Tseng had been going on about all week. AN: I’m so glad to be getting another one of these done! ; u; I hope you guys enjoy, I haven’t done anything for this fandom in years. I hope I’m not too rusty.

Final Fantasy VII Fic Masterlist Misplaced ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ “Where the hell is Reno?” Elena asked, frustrated despite herself. Cissnei shrugged slightly, glancing around the room.

“Rude’s missing, too.” She observed, noting the sigh that left Tseng, the way he rolled his eyes. “Naturally, they’re both MIA. Something tells me I would rather not know what they are up to.” He told both women, knowing that it wouldn’t stay in confidence regardless of if he wanted it to or not. Elena could run at the mouth at the drop of a hat. Rufus had heard things not intended for him, which was always a bad day. “I think I saw them down by sector eight.” Another Turk, a brunet man with scarred cheeks and a mostly open shirt supplied, looking up from where he’d been pulling out his pack of cigarettes. “Great. I’d rather avoid that hallway, then.” Tseng replied, “I suppose we ought to get this underway.” --- “Reno, we really shouldn’t--” It was awfully difficult to get a word in edgewise when Reno’s mouth wouldn’t stop gluing itself to his lips. With the other’s slim body pressed into his own, keeping him pinned to the wall just around the corner from the training room, he was powerless. Powerless in the sense that Reno was a hurricane and he would get what he wanted regardless of what he had to do to get it. “Just a little bit, partner.” Reno promised, though his hands were already traveling over the white button-up hiding all of that dark, tattooed skin. “Just need to feel you a little.” “You’re feeling a lot.” Once more, Rude was silenced with another paralyzing kiss, his hands tangling in Reno’s ponytail and tugging a little. The redhead gasped, lips parting as Rude slid his own against the other’s teeth. With this little bit of control, he managed to roll them, pinning Reno down and giving a few solid grinds, kissing at his neck. In a second, it was all gone. Rude’s body disappeared and a chill settled over Reno’s entire body, leaving him shaking. He could still feel the ghost of the other’s warmth seeping from his skin, watching his partner walking around the corner without anymore preamble. “We’re late for that meeting.” He informed, and Reno cursed, jogging behind the other to catch up. “Tseng’s going to hang us.” “If he can catch you.” “He can’t.” “Your glibness will do you no good if you can’t keep that promise. Your ass will be mounted on his wall as a trophy.” “At least it’ll be beside yours.” Reno winked playfully, pushing open the door to the meeting room and striding in like he wasn’t twenty minutes late. “It’s about time you two showed up.” Cissnei giggled behind her hand as Elena’s hands found her hips, “Good to know you hold your jobs in such high regard.” Tseng knew that look, the self-satisfied grin, the bruised, puffy lips. He huffed a little, staring at the ceiling for a moment. Why did he have to deal with this? “Take your seats, we aren’t starting over for you.” He informed, picking up the paper he’d been reading from. “You should catch up on your own time. If you can find a way to keep your hands to yourself.” They certainly didn’t, considering Reno held Rude’s hand during the entirety of the meeting they had to sit through. Tseng could suck it. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ AN: I’m actually pretty happy to write for these guys again. It has been quite some time. I hope you guys enjoyed! Prompt: Missing In Action (MIA)

#Fandom: Final Fantasy VII #Pairing: Rude/Reno #Characters: Rude; Reno; Tseng; Elena; Cissnei #Rating: SFWish #RuNo #Rude/Reno #Rude x Reno #Final Fantasy VII #Final Fantasy VII Fanfic #Final Fantasy VII Fanfiction

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daxicab · 4 years

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Chapters: 22/63 Fandom: Compilation of Final Fantasy VII, Final Fantasy VII Rating: Mature (18+) Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Reno (Compilation of FFVII)/Original Female Character(s) Characters: Original Character(s) - Character, Reno, Tifa Lockhart, Cloud Strife, Rude, Elena, Denzel, Tseng, Zack Fair, Rufus Shinra, Aerith Gainsborough, Genesis Rhapsodos Additional Tags: Additional Warnings In Author's Note

Season 1 is finished with 22 Chapters!

Chapter 1 is below. Reader-insert version can be found here.

There is an empty desk in front of Alexis. There is the noise of high schoolers chatting, but it sounds like her head is in a fishbowl. Everyone's faces are blurry as Alexis looks around, then her focus returns to the desk in front of hers. It takes a while for her to remember that a boy sits there. He is usually late for class, explaining why it remains empty. As if on queue, the door swings open, and a young man walks in. Alexis is not sure when the teacher started teaching, but she goes quiet as the kid enters. Tilting her head, Alexis can vaguely make out his face. He pulls the black beanie further down his head, covering his hair entirely. There is an injury on his eye, or at least there was until she looks at him again. The classroom is eerily silent, but Alexis is sure people are moving their mouths. The chair in front of her desk slides out. Looking up at the boy, his eyes make contact with hers. They are such a beautiful color, though Alexis is not sure why she thinks that. She cannot precisely tell what color they are.

Suddenly the school bell rings, and Alexis finds herself in front of her locker. Groaning, she realizes vaguely what is happening. It is another dream of her past, something that is frequently occurring now. Annoyed, Alexis lets the dream carry on though she knows she will wake up in confusion with no answers to a lot of questions. Alexis packs her school bag for the weekend and head outside, the trip being much shorter than it really was in reality. Going towards the bike rack, she unlocks the bike and decides to walk it to the sidewalk. Everything begins to have a sense of deja vu, and Alexis somewhat remembers this day. After leaving the school grounds, a car drives by. It almost drowns out the cry of pain followed by the sound of metal being struck against something. Moving towards the sound and peaking around the building corner, Alexis sees a member of the football team pick up the kid that was late by his shirt collar. There is no feeling of fear, but she remembers the horror of seeing the blood drip from the young man's lip, the eye already turning red.

"Trying to hide from us, slum rat? Shouldn't be trying to cover up that hair either. Only an idiot would color it that way to get attention," the boy that grips her classmate by the collar. When he doesn't get a response, he throws him on the ground and kicks Alexis's classmate in the ribs.

Before his lackeys join in, she finds herself shouting, "Stop!"

The gang turns on Alexis, all of them grinning. All of these boys look the same, their faces existing, yet she cannot discern any features. As she backs up, her back hits the wall, and suddenly she is cornered. They yell at her, calling her names that she cannot remember, but she remembers the fear. As soon as the boy raises his hand to slap her, he stops. Alexis remembers a shout, and she hears it, but again everything is muddled. Behind the bullies, she sees her classmate standing up, face covered in scratches. Suddenly he is taller, a darker face, and carrying a weapon like a pipe. He clubs one of the kids–no an adult now in the head. Alexis shakes her head, knowing that this was not the memory and try to focus back on the dream. As soon as her focus returns on the three bullies and her classmate, back to normal, Alexis hears someone clear their throat, and she looks behind her–the wall suddenly is gone. Lane, dressed as a Turk, stands behind her and causes the bullies to scatter. As soon as he approaches, Alexis is dragged away, and she turns to look at who or what is pulling her and stares into two split red eyes.

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

Bolting upright, Alexis looks around and slams her hand down on the alarm. Taking deep breaths, she slowly calms herself. Groaning, she throws herself back down, head bouncing lightly on the pillows. The dreams are already becoming fleeting memories. By the end of the day, she is only going to remember bits and pieces. Running a hand through her hair, she stares at the time and rolls out of bed. The bathroom is so far away, but Alexis shuffles towards it. Deciding a hot shower should help finish calming the nerves, she steps into the shower and lets the water pour on her head, massaging her scalp.

After the shower, she gets her wait-staff clothes on and fixes her hair up. When entering the living room, she notices that Lane is missing. Saying a small prayer for him, she walks outside, hoping he is simply on another search for answers. Tilting her head, she stares at the gloomy sky, made even darker with Midgar's remains blocking the real horizon. Another rainy day. After a little sigh, Alexis walks to her small car and gets in.

The drive to work seems to get busier and busier as the years go by. Edge reminds her of the rise and fall of Shinra Electric Power Company. Some WRO soldiers pass by her, and she notices their presence has increased as well. Seemingly privately funded, the organization rose from Shinra's ashes almost quite literally. The funding seemed to be timely and generous as well.

As if someone is trying to make amends, she thinks with a smirk. Though it was never released on who funds WRO, only a few people still have that sort of money. The flames of the rumor spread even faster as Shinra employees quickly joined WRO.

Upon reaching the bar, Alexis gets out of the car only to feel the light touch of rain. Then the skies open up.

"Crap," she says, running into the building. It was not fast enough as her clothes are soaked, making her both exceedingly uncomfortable and cold.

"Aw, come here," the bar owner says and drags her down a hallway. The woman gives Alexis a sympathetic smile that reaches her red eyes, then speaks, "Change into the spare uniform and take some time to get yourself together. Once you feel better, you can get to work. Okay? Take your time."

She gives her a small pat on the head and rushes out, her long black hair framing her turn. Looking down at the clean uniform, Alexis lets out a heavy sigh. Hopefully, this is not the start of a really horrible day.

The end of the world did not change anyone. People are still as rude and mean as ever. You'd think you'd be a little more grateful after surviving like how many crises? I lost count.

Unfortunately, she is right in her assumption about the day, the spare uniform does not last long. A small child decides the white front needs to be red like his fruit punch. Of course, the parents only give a half-hearted apology, do not chastise the child, or pay much attention to him. The next customer that Alexis serves is already intoxicated and demands more wine. She denies him the request and insists on buying something to eat instead, hoping to help the man sober up and maybe save his liver. However, this causes him to make a scene that involves her. The insults, plus the embarrassment from the entire diner staring at Alexis, brings a knot in her throat, and she prays no tears to start forming. The owner, Tifa, promptly handles the guest, but the damage is done, and waiting on the tables is now that much more awkward. It is a long nine-hour shift, especially when she realizes it has only been two hours into it. By the fourth hour, Alexis decides that once she gets home, she will plop down on the couch and gorge on whatever ice cream remains in the fridge. Maybe indulge and watch a horror movie. A sigh leaves her mouth as she silently hopes Lane is home. Perhaps the two can finally play this mysterious "Monopoly" game he mentioned last time he was home.

It does not help that her dream keeps popping up. Well, really, it is only the last image from the dream–the two snake-like eyes. It makes her shudder. Alexis feels as if there is a shadow watching her from her peripherals. However, every time she looks, there is nothing there. Tifa catches Alexis, making a worried face several times throughout the night. Towards the end of the night, Tifa finally asks, "Are you okay?"

"Yes, ma'am," Alexis answers, several times, not wanting this caring woman to worry about her more than she probably already is. Alexis is sure once she gets home, she will be much, much better.

At the end of the night, the tips are low, and business is hindered by the rain. After helping Tifa clean up and saying goodnight to her, Alexis walks outside and immediately groans. It is still raining, making her rush to the car and almost slip on the way there. With no defense against the rain, Alexis is once again soaked to the bone. In the car, she decides to wait it out a little, hoping the massive rainband will pass soon. Once it lightens up, she pulls out and drives home. Unfortunately, the reprieve is a fluke, and the rain pours down with a vengeance. Slowing down, Alexis put the wipers on the fastest speed, but the visibility is no more than five feet. It is going to be a nerve-wracking drive home, but the storm might not worsen. Alexis decides to look for a safe place to pull over before someone gets hurt.

As soon as the thought leaves her head, someone steps backward in front of her car. Alexis tries to slam on the brakes to no avail. Even at a low speed, the vehicle hydroplanes directly towards the pedestrian. They look at her right before the impact, and Alexis notices the familiar face. She lets out a scream as soon as the car hits the man. SHIT!

The man rolls over the hood, his shoulder ramming into the windshield, cracking it slightly. When the car does come to a stop, he slides off the hood. Gripping the steering wheel so hard, her knuckles are white, and she tries to calm down. The adrenaline is coursing through her, but Alexis remains frozen in the seat. Swallowing hard, she gets out and makes her way to the front of the car. Kneeling down, she recognizes the black suit, and her blood runs cold when she looks at the owner's face. The hair is dark due to blood and the rain, but the familiar pair of red marks give him away.

"Oh, gods. Oh no. Oh fuck," Alexis says in terror. I just killed a Turk. Not only a Turk but RENO of the Turks. No criminal record until now. Now I'm a murderer, a Turk-killer! I don't even hate Shinra enough to kill them! They were patrons of Tifa's bar, and now they are going to hunt me down and kill me. This is it. Life is over.

Stress overwhelms Alexis, and she begins to cry. It muffles the sound of footsteps, and Alexis jumps when someone speaks.

"Holy shit, you just saved my life," the man says, gripping his shoulder. He tries to hide the gun behind his back, but Alexis notices it. He gives her a friendly smile and walks closer. "Just walk away, lady, and no one will know you killed the Turk bastard."

Neither of them notices the pair of eyes staring the criminal. The man walks closer. "Thanks, again, I'll take the car and get out of here. You better start running now."

A metal ball pegs the man in the chest. A current of electricity runs through him, making him twitch violently before falling over. Covering her mouth, she looks away from the convulsing body on the ground. Alexis notices the Turk grinning while still lying on the street. "Gotcha, asshole…" he says weakly before passing out.

Staring at Reno, Alexis finds herself breathing heavily because now there are two bodies are lying near her. One dead, one probably not dead, but at the same time, is no longer moving. Squatting down, she places a hand on his chest and feels it slowly rise and fall. When she pulls her hand away, she gags when it is covered in blood. That is when she realizes how injured the man is. Staring at the other guy, Alexis groans and decides to drag Reno into the car. Someone else can deal with the random dead man on the side of the road.

Getting a full-grown man into her car is much easier said than done. Alexis ends up dropping him in the back seats causing him to groan in pain, and she panics. Hurriedly, Alexis slams the door shut and gets in the driver's seat before he sees her. The problem is, Alexis does not want to go to the hospital. Even if the Turks are not the most well-liked group of people, they have been helping out more with the public than they were five years ago. Alexis will more than likely have to explain to many people why she is covered in Turk blood, with a Turk body in the back of her not Turk car, while she also does not work for Rufus Shinra and his Turks. Shaking her head, the only reasonable place to go is home, where she has materia and medical supplies. When he wakes up, he can take himself to the hospital after explaining that everything was a total accident.

"Or he dies in my room because this is a stupid idea, he could have internal bleeding," Alexis says to herself. Still, the hospital is a bit of a drive away, and with today's track record, she does not want to risk it. At least if he dies in her room surrounded by medical supplies, it might be obvious she tried to save him. Right.

Alexis also hopes that Lane is not home and does not come back tonight, after all.

As she reaches the apartment complex, she gets the Turk out of the car, hitting his head on the frame. He groans, and Alexis flinches when his eyes weakly glare at her. Surprisingly he does not fight her as she walks him into the complex and into the elevator to her floor. Getting him into her apartment is harder as the Turk goes unconscious in the elevator, forcing her to drag him to the door. Once inside, Alexis catches her breath, then drags him to her bedroom. There is no way she is getting him onto the bed without a lot of effort. So, she gently lays him on the floor and places a pillow under his head. The bloodstains are more visible on his skin and clothes, even after the rain washed some of it away. Looking him over, her eyes land on the two red tattoos, and she absentmindedly runs a finger over one of them, causing his cheek to twitch. Shaking her head, Alexis opens his shirt up to see the bruises from the collision and figures there has to be a broken rib. Suddenly he starts shivering, and she realizes just how cold it is. Jumping up, she rushes to the linen closet and pulls out heavy blankets. Hurrying back to him, she lays them over his body, then runs to the bathroom. Digging through the medicine cabinet, Alexis gathers various medical supplies and a cure materia.

"Okay, Cure can't repair all the major damage or wake him up, but it should take care of some of the injuries and lessen the serious ones," she says to herself. "Sorry, Reno. I don't have enough power to use it a lot…can maybe get off a Cura without passing out."

Nodding, she steps out of the bathroom and feels the cold metal press against her throat, a static shock zapping her throat, and she freezes in place.

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theveryword · 4 years

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July 14

Three days until NT border opens

3,200km from Katherine

Today was all about water. Waking to a stroll along the Murray among fat river gums, we packed, and hit the road west. Most traffic heads south into Victoria, following the Sturt Highway into Mildura and across the mallee into SA. But given the Covid-19 situation, we're hitting the backroads on the NSW side.

And it proved rewarding. Renmark Rd follows the river, before forking with the unsealed Rufus River Rd which skirts the southern levee of Lake Victoria.

It's here where the politics of water are on full display. The natural, oval-shaped lake was locked in the 1920s, reinventing it as a reservoir to supplement and regulate water flows along the lower Murray.

What struck me is that we were standing on NSW crown land, but the infrastructure is owned by SA water. And large signs from the Murray Darling Basin Authority warn s not to enter without its permission.

At minimum, it shows the level of competition for these scarce outback water resources.

The lake itself is a beauty - stately gum trees line the fringe and pelicans, ducks and black swans lob about the shallow waters. Swallows dart about over head. It's much warmer already, despite the mid-winter chill this morning.

There's almost no-one about, as we climb the levee next to a remote-controlled lock. Which is eerie - I could just imagine fishing shacks and holiday homes lining the shore But nothing. Which is probably how the white settlers wanted it.

'They are a squalid dirty lot'

What I learned visiting the rather comprehensive interpretive site next to the lock is that Rufus River is infamous for a massacre of Barkinji/Maruara people in 1841. On August 27 of that year, the signs tell me, troops and overlanders massacred at least 30 - and possibly as many as sixty - of the local mob at a river crossing. 10 more were wounded.

So the contest over control of water and land has been claiming casualties for a long time.

As horrendous as the event was, I was heartened by the rest of the interpretative site, written with the help of the local elders council. There were well-referenced historical/anthropological notes on life before white settlement, information about traditional foods and custom, and emotional, fist-in-the-air messages about continued connection to the land, despite efforts to drive the mob off the land and onto missions in SA.

It's a nuanced, comprehensive display. The antithesis of "black armband" history. Bravo.

Grapes and goonsacks

After crossing the border, we keep following the river downstream, through the thriving Renmark to Berri. Suddenly the saltbush scrub gives way to mandarin trees and vineyards lining the gentle slopes. It's the valley of Eden: the SA Riverland.

After Berri we continue the backroads through the town of Glossop. Along the way are the biggest wineries I've ever seen - Berri Estates, Banrock Station... Wine by the gallon requires vines by the kilometre. This is the world capital of goon. Every uni student, pensioner and hobo owes a debt to this marvel of Australian engineering.

From Glossop, we continue to Waikerie, another member of the Silo Art club, and finally cross the river for the last time at Blanchetown.

From there, the loamy floodplains turn to rocky sheep stations, and eventually the smooth, treeless hills of Burra, covered in young wheat crops. We entered the quaint old copper mining town as the sun set over the range. Beautiful.

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what-is-sibling-test · 5 years

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