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cheynovak · 1 month

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Sweet child o' mine

Part 1: Don't cry

Dean Winchester & Y/N Winchester (Daughter)

Warnings: Dead, fighting, trauma, abuse, ...

Side note: English isn’t my first language. Please be kind.

Fun fact: The titles of the series and chapters are Guns and Roses songs. In my vision/ this fanfic: is Dean even more traumatised by his father and the loss he suffered. And since this is a alternative universe, I also wanted to go with a (heavily) tattooed Dean so picture him like that.

This story takes place in an alternate universe. Where John didn’t die but found the bunker and helped/guided people during yet another end of the world situation. A world where Dean had a daughter Y/N who grew up in the bunker with him. And helped her dad and granddad run the military household/ camp.

The angels had fought their war leaving the world a cruel place, killing millions of people. Making it even easier for monsters to rule the world. And that was exactly what was happening.

Part 1: Don't cry

The nights at the bunker where always quiet, you could hear a pin fall on the floor, except for today. John, Y/N’s granddad and her father Dean had found new refugees and they seemed to have a difficult time settling in.

Y/N a young girl, just turned 10, heard her dad correcting the new people. “Listen, you either stay here and follow our rules or you can get the fuck out of this place!” She hated it when he had to act like this.

It made her nervous, crawling deeper under her blanked. But Y/N jumped out of bed after she heard a loud bang.

Even though she knew her dad could handle anything, he was her hero, she was still afraid something would happen to him. Afraid to lose the only person she felt that still loved her.

She opened her door, peeking outside. She saw the man of the new group on the ground. Her dad stood over him with his shirt in his fist. The second Dean saw the man’s eyes widen, looking to the hall behind, him he turned around.

“Go to bed sweetheart, I’ll be right with you.” He said in a sweeter than honey voice completely different from the one he just spoke in.

Dean had never raised his voice to her. Not once, he wanted her to feel loved like his mother had made him feel. His dad on the other hand had raised him a soldier. His wingman, his right hand in this operation.

Especially after his brother had died, Sam was his favourite, the smart one, but Dean was all he could count on now.

Young Y/N nodded and walked back inside, not wanting to upset her father.

A few minutes later her door opened. She saw her dad walking in. “Hi baby, sorry I woke you.” He saw her tucked in bed with the brown teddy bear he once gave her. “Dad? Why where you angry?” she asked while palming him in with her big doe eyes.

Dean crawled next to her in the bed, her little face snuggled against his flannel shirt. She loved the smell of her dad, it made her feel safe. “They just have issues with the regime and rules your grandad has sweety, nothing to worry about. They get it now.”

She crawled even closer to him, her little hand holding on to his shirt. Feeling how his large hands moved in circles over her back, until she falls asleep again. He had done this countless times since her had mom died.

Dean wasn’t a present father from the start, he met her a few years back when Lisa had contacted him. She told him she had a kid, his. Dean didn’t believe her at first, but the second he met her, he knew she was his baby girl.

He took her and Lisa to a fair, this was right before the whole end of the word shit happened. Dean had asked her why she didn’t tell him immediately. “I know your life Dean, a kid shouldn’t live like that.”

“Then why now?” he had asked. To which she responded that she was ill and that she needed to know someone would take care of her.

Dean was upset knowing he had missed the last 5 years of her life. Determined to be there as much as needed, so she could get to know him. That day he won the brown teddy she still sleeps with. A year later Lisa died, and Y/N moved in with Dean, 6months later the world fell apart.

He looked over to his little girl sleeping, seeing how she held on tight to him. He felt horrible that she needs to grow up like this, knowing how much pain her mother’s dead still caused her. She tried to pretend to be ok, for him.

But he knew her struggles.

-- Skip forward in time --

A soft knock on the door woke her up. “Good morning sweety. Are you ready?” her hand rubbed her eye. “I’ll be there in a sec, dad.”

Every morning, he woke her up to follow the daily meeting John insisted on having.

As usual she threw on some jeans she wore the day before, a new shirt and some old flannel her dad complained about losing, knowing very well she borrowed it when he was on yet another mission or hunt.

Every morning, she would see people walking out of their rooms to the control room. But this morning was different.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY Y/N!” the control room was filled with people, Dean walked through the crowed with her present. “Since you keep begging to ride baby, I thought this might be a good present.”

He handed her a small box wrapped in old paper. As she opened it, she found a keychain with one old car key on it. Her eyes widened. “I found an old Camaro. It still needs some work, but I think we can get it running by your 16th birthday next year. If... you help me out.”

She hugged her dad as tight as she could. “You’re the best!” Tears filling her eyes. She could feel his strong hand on her back, hugging her back.

“Right, can we start?” John’s voice filled the room. Dean gave his girl a kiss on her head and moved back to his usual space, slightly behind his father to his right. “As you know Eve and her monsters are still out there...” John continued, but Y/N was too distracted to listen.

After the meeting two of the other kids followed her to check out her present. “Oh my god I can’t believe he gave you a car!” one said. “I know right.” Y/N agreed moving her hands over the car. “She needs work, but she will be a beauty.”

“Don’t you kids have chores to do?” The teens jumped at the deep voice behind them. Dean stood in the door of the garage. Arms crossed before him, sleeves rolled up, showing an imposing man looking down at the teenagers.

Scars a crossed his tattooed arms, piercing green eyes who could see through all the bull shit. A firm hand in the control of this safe place. John trusted him although he would never tell him. John’s tough upbringing made him to the man he was.

To her it was just her dad. To the others Dean was the next leader, a man all adults kind of feared. Specially since he was the muscles for John. He looked like he had fought and won hundreds of fights. Which he probably did, one of the only people in this place who wasn’t afraid of the angels and other monsters outside.

“I’m sorry sir,” the teens mumbled and walked quickly past him. He looked over his shoulder to make sure they were gone before he turned to his daughter. “I know, I know you just wanted to see her.” He nodded to the car.

“But you to have your duty, young lady.” He said walking towards her. “Kitchen duty, woopy.” she said sadly. “It’s important to have food on the table.” “And why do all women have to take care of that when the men get to get outside?”

“Not all women.” Dean corrected. ”Right,” she rolled her eyes. “Jody is outside too.” He sighed, “It’s no fun going outside, it’s dangerous, trust me.” - “Exactly, you could use all the help you need!” she begged him.

“Y/N...” he tried to cut her off

“You were my age when you started hunting... a-and your brother too!”

��GODDAMNIT, Y/N!” he hit the roof of the car with his hand. Y/N’s eyes grew big in shock, he had never raised his voice to her. “I said no! I already lost Sam out there I won’t lose you too, understand!”

Tears stinged her eyes when she nodded in agreement. “I can’t lose you too baby, I need you safe inside.” He saw the fear in her eyes melt away. “Promis me.” He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her head. “I promise.” she whispered back.

“Good, now go do your chores, the sooner we’ll have some time to celebrate your day.

Y/N walked in the kitchen, hearing the other young women gossiping. “Y/N is always late, when we are, we get in trouble.” - ”Yeah must be nice to be daddy’s little princess.” - “You know what I heard? She isn’t his daughter, I heard Dean killed her family and that he took her to the bunker.”

“No way!” - “Oh yes!” -”No, no I heard he had slept with a married woman, and when her husband found out it wasn’t his, he threw her out.”

Y/N couldn’t listen to their horrible stories anymore. So, to stop them she walked in the room. “Sorry I’m late.” She apologised and got right back to her task.

Later that night Dean knocked on her bedroom door. “Still away Sweetheart?” He noticed her curled up in her bed. Hearing soft sobs. “Hey, what’s wrong?” He sat on the bed beside her, caressing her shoulder. But she turned away from him.

“Y/N? Talk to me, please?”

“I miss mom.” she softly sobs. Dean thought a second before he responded, “Is this because I was angry earlier today?”

“No... Yes... Maybe.” she sniffs looking at her dad who now took place in her bed. His back against the headboard. “I overheard Clara and Tammy talk. They were gossiping about me.” She saw how Dean frowned his brows.

“Do you want me to talk to them?” She sat up next to him. “No that will only make things worse.” He hummed in agreement. “So...” he changed the topic. “What do you want to do tonight?” She shook her head. “Nothing, I just want to sleep.”

Dean lifted his arm so his not so little girl anymore could snuggle against him like she used to do when she was younger or afraid. In the silence between them he could hear the soft music humming. Realising she had stolen one of his cassettes again.

With a soft smile his eyes scanned the room. “Is that my shirt on your desk?” He tried to sound upset, but she knew he was smiling. “How else am I supposed to sleep when your away at night?” She sighs, “It smells like you.”

The days went by like they always did, left in the kitchen. She heard the two girls’ approach. “Hi, Y/N? We are having a party tonight and we thought it might be fun to join us.” She looked them up and down. “Me? Why, you don’t like me.”

They smiled, “well we don’t know you do me? You never join us.” - “Oh, come on, it will be fun.” The other one begged. “Where is this party of yours?” Y/N asked folding the towel. “By the old junkyard.” Y/N’s eyes widened. “We’re not allowed to be there!”

“See I told you she was no fun.” Clara said to Tammy. “Well, I tried, but ones a daddy’s girl always a daddy’s girl.” - “I-I’m not!” Y/N tried to defend herself. “Fine than prove it. Steal a car and drive us.” They saw the doubt in her eyes. “We know Dean learned you to drive. So, what will it be?”

“Fine. I’ll drive.”

The whole day Y/N was thinking on how she was supposed to steal a car without getting caught in the night. But when her dad and grandpa where out for the night she saw her chance. Clara and Tammy were watching her kickstarting a random car at the garage.

“Too bad it isn’t your dad’s car.” Tammy said once the girls were outside. “First of my dad would be pissed knowing someone drove his car, and second, Baby would have made to much noise leaving.”

”Look what I got out of the liquor cabin.” Clara held out a bottle of whiskey. “No, you didn’t!” Tammy squealed.” Y/N looked at them feeling good about joining them. Maybe she would finally make a few friends.

Which wasn’t easy being the boss his granddaughter.

The girls arrived at the junkyard. To their mistake they started playing the music to loud catching the attention of what lurked in the dark. “Shh!” Y/N turned the music down. “Did you hear that?” Clara turned the music back on.

“Don’t be such a pussy.” Y/N walked around the car “No seriously, I heard something.” Tammy seemed to be scared. “Y/N stop it, this isn’t funny.”

And then Y/N saw the glimpse move between the old cars. “Get in the car! NOW!” She ran back to the girls. Desperately trying to start the car but if failed. “Come on, come on, come on!” “ Y/N...” Clara’s voice was filled with fear.

Y/N look up, seeing the werewolf provoking them by walking slowly towards the girls with his teeth bare. Y/N finally got the car starting. With squealing tires, she drove off.

The girls looked out the back window a few miles further up the road. “Did we lose it?” Tammy asked scared.”

“I have no idea.” Y/N said but when her eyes were back on the road she noticed the same creature a head of them. Making her yank at the wheel. The car tumbled on to the roof to the side of the road. The three girls were in shock. “Is everyone ok?” Luckly, they responded quickly to Y/N.

Y/N looked out the window, seeing how a set of boots walked towards them. Desperately she started tugging her belt, trying to get it loose. Just when the creature reached their car the girls hear a loud roaring.

The car stopped with screeching tires, and before they could think they heard two loud gun shots. Which made Clara yelp before covering her mouth. Dean’s head popped up in the window before pulling the car door open.

He cut the girl lose, lining them up before the beat-up car.

“Now can someone explain to me why the hell you were out here?!” Neither dared to speak. Dean looked furious. “Dad please...” His finger flew to her face before he bald his hand into a fist. Clearly upset.

“Don’t get me even started on you, young lady! I explicitly told you NOT to go outside!” He turned back to all three of them. “Do you have any idea how lucky you are I noticed you were gone?” silence filled the air, a big contrast to when Dean spoke. “Get in the car!”

He grabbed Y/N’s arm, he looked down on her. “I’m very disappointed in you.” Tears started to blur her sight. Then he let her go running to the passenger's side.

The drive home was silenced. All Dean could think about was that the creature now had their smells. Him showing up just scared it away. He had fired shots but didn’t kill him. So, all he wanted was to get the girl home asap.

Dean got out of the car opening the garage door, he heard howling. He looked at his daughter, she heard them too. This wasn’t one werewolf anymore. “Go! Get inside... Get John!” Y/N ran inside, doing what she was told. John rushed outside Y/N tossed him a gun filled with silver bullets.

By the time they got back, Dean was already beaten up, fighting three werewolves at the same time. His gun next to the car. John was shooting which made one come other him, Y/N witnessed the fight seeing how they couldn’t fight of all three at the same time.

On instinct she ran towards Deans gun, pointed it at the werewolf holding her dad, she took her shot but missed and hit its shoulder. John had just killed the other one, he witnessed how the wounded one ran marched towards Y/N.

Dean yelled out in full panic. “DAD!” But John had no clear shot. Y/N tried to shoot again but was out of bullets.

As Dean saw the monster moving to his little girl he ran towards her, without a second of doubt he blocked her body with his. The wolf pierced his nails in Dean’s back. Y/N looked in Dean’s green eyes while his large body hovered over her.

John got a clear shot. Once he shot the last one it let go of Dean’s body.

Dean leaned forward, Y/N tried to hold the weight of her father’s body. “Dad?” she slowly sunk down, holding him in her arms “Dad...” She saw the tears in his eyes. His hand took hers. John dropped beside them.

Y/N saw how the light in his eyes dimmed. “Dad, please, please dad... stay with me.” Y/N started to cry her eyes out. “Please, wake up... I’m so sorry dad. Please.” She pulled his shoulder up to hold him closer in her arms.

Her head against his hair, tears steaming down her cheeks. “Please dad... I love you.” She saw John standing up, “I’m sorry... I’m so, so sorry.” Y/N said towards him but more to her father.

Y/N stayed the rest of the night outside holding his body while John and the other prepared the funeral. By sunrise John stood over Y/N. “It’s time.” was all he said

The way he looked at her was not to describe. All these emotions, anger, disgust, pain, ... she knew he would never forgive her.

Neither will she.

Sneak peek part 2

“Dean! Wake up, you can’t be late again!” Sam yelled at his son. “Where is he?” Eileen signed. “Upstairs.” Sam answered. Eileen kissed Sam goodbye, ready to leave for work. But before she could set foot out the door...

“Eh... Sam?!” she called him. Sam walked towards the front door, seeing his old man standing there. John smiled soft, “Sammy... I need your help.”

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Red vs. Blue: Restoration

Writing this as I watch, Spoilers ahead

Doc and Wash's conversation feels like an exposition dump, and I can't tell if it's because Wash is being interrogated or the dialogue really is that clunky.

THE AIS ARE BAAAACK. Also poor Tucker, being conscious through it all and knowing Sigma wants to kill him.

I feel like Church's animated explanation feels kind of out of place, not because it's not something he would do but because it feels so modern compared to where the Chorus reds and blues left off. Like it feels more like a dig at the audience than a joke in universe because up until this point they got by with verbal explanations. It would have felt more natural for Church to day "Since we don't have time for you guys to not understand, I made a video" instead of "Since no one can understand anything without fast moving pictures" (or whatever the exact line was).

Also, Church's inability to predict what Caboose says is so funny.

This whole thing is just Valhala and the hunt for the director all over again. Which is fine because at least there's no cyclops. This isn't a complaint, just an observation.

Anyways Church should have withheld Omega, not the memories of why combining is such a dumb idea. Like, one of the pieces that build the basis of his sanity (I.e Delta, Theta, ect.)

Was the pilot supposed to be 479er?

Lmao, Simmons getting "Shut up Caboose"'d and Caboose apologizing.

Caboose still has the confetti gun!

"It looks more like they're making fun of the last four years, which is fine because that's what it started as" -my dad, who I agree with when you look at it like that

Anyways, that was prompted by the security team working from home, which was a funny bit

It was 479er! Pretty sure the VA is different, do love her re appearance.

Love Tucker taking control, Caboose telling him not to blame himself, and Sarge going back was a really nice sequence.

... THEY KILLED SARGE, NOOOOO. I mean, I guess it's character growth for him but... the idiots were all supposed to leave together.

Why does Blood gultch look a bad 3D rendering?

Griff finally got discharged and he stuck around!

It kind of feels like this was roo focused on being the end. Like that campfire scene? It was cute, and the memories were nice, but it felt too final.

Nothing will beat Church's hero speech, but Caboose's speech? The story of Allison and memory? Definitely a favorite

It's also fitting that Tex and Carolina took Meta down, along with the reds and blues, because the Meta exists because of them. And it tormented them. It was their closure, and Carolina getting to fight with her mother made it necessary and not just a rehash of Alpha letting Tex go and the director dying. Also, Tex finally got to do what she wanted. She got to choose her fate.

Also, that twist with Doc made that clunky conversation make more sense. Seeing the freelancers made me happy, and holy fuck finding out Doc was dead was sad.

Wait, I never saw past s16, is one a reference to something? Also, one sounds like 479er, is that the real 479?

Tucker’s after credit scene was sweet... Bow-Chika-Bye now!

All in all, this wasn't a bad finale. I definitely think it would have been better as episodes because the tone wasn't consistent enough for a movie, those Wash bits early on felt a bit shoehorned in. But I don't really think anyone's characters were butchered, even Sarge dying is understandable.

Red vs Blue is about cycles, and this put an end to them all. The AIs are gone, Wash isn't letting the memories of the dead control him, Sarge isn't stuck in endless search of battle, and Griff is free of the military.

The show definitely isn't worse off with this finale, and the memory speeches (both Caboose's and Carolina/Wash's halucinations), are definitely in the top 3 with Church's hero speech for me. I am kind of glad they did this though, because the end of s13 did sort of imply that the AI fragments would be back and this finally and truly put them to rest.

EDIT: I FORGIT THE MOST IMPORTANT PART! Tex being able to kick Meta's ass because she was the Reds and Blues memory and not Alpha or Leonard's was a nice touch. I thought when Caboose was telling the story of Allison it was because it was such a huge driving force for Chruch, but it was because it was Tex and she needed to know who she was.

#anime devil's thoughts #red vs blue #red vs blue restoration

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50calmadeuce · 2 years

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Ch. 35: Scott

Disclaimer: This is a work of fan fiction using characters from the Top Gun: Maverick world, trademarked by Paramount Pictures Corporation. I do not claim ownership of the characters and the world that I am borrowing.

The story and situation I am creating are a work of my imagination and I do not ascribe them to official story canon. This work is for entertainment only and is not a part of the storyline.

I am not profiting financially from the creation and publication of this story, but I do hope it gives you happy thoughts.

These stories are my own, so please do not take them and use them for yourself without my permission. If you see them somewhere else, please let me know. :)

WARNING: This chapter is about being held captive. There's is one slap and some swearing, but other than that, that's it. If that is a trigger, please don't read.

You moaned as you struggled to open your eyes and you tried to move your hands and feet, but realized they were tied.

"Fuck," you say as your eyes started to clear and your head started to hurt. Thankfully your mouth wasn't covered, but you were in the middle of nowhere, so who would hear you?

You looked down and saw you were tied to a chair in a room that held a single bed and one single bulb lit up the room. You faced a closed door.

Scott had taken off your jacket and boots and found all of your weapons. You sigh, wondering how long you'd been out.

Just then, you see the doorknob turn, the door open and Scott came walking in.

"How was your nap?"

"Where am I?"

"You're in the wrong situation to be asking me questions, Y/N. Let's try this again. How was your nap?"

Your eyes opened wide in shock from his response. This wasn't the Scott you knew. "Fine, for being forced to nap."

He grinned evilly. "Well, then to answer your question, somewhere no one will find you."

Realization hit you. "You sent me the text."

"Isn't technology grand?"

"Why are you doing this?"

"I'm taking what is mine."

Puzzled, you look at him. "What are you talking about?"

"You, Y/N. You should be mine." His blue eyes started looking crazy. "You should be married to me! I've failed and mother is not happy."

You just look at him. "Your mother?"

"I was hidden. The bastard. Christian was the Golden child."

Your eyes get wide. "What?!"

"She had an affair. That's why they divorced. She was pregnant with me."

"Holy shit. You mean, Celine," you say as the realization really hit you.

"Christian joined the military to get away from everything. He wasn't supposed to fall in love. He was supposed to die and leave us everything!"

Appalled by his statement, you look at him. "You were trying to kill Christian? I'm sure if you would've just talked to him..."

"Talk to Christian?" he scoffed. "His dad had him so controlled."

You shook your head. "No. Christian wasn't like that."

"How would you know? You only knew him for 3 weeks before you married him, and he was gone a majority of your marriage!" He threw his hands around. "And then you got pregnant with little Christian." He looked at you angrily. "That ended everything, so Mother came up with the plan for me to marry you."

"Scott. Still. This isn't right."

"How the fuck do you know what's right? You go on vacation and get married a week after meeting a guy! What does he have that I don't?"

You stare him dead in the eyes. "Jake has confidence, compassion, understanding, but most of all a heart full of love."

Scott stepped toward you and slapped you so hard your head turned. "I could've given you all of that!" He left the room, slamming the door behind him.

Sitting in the kitchen and the island, Sheila looked at her watch and then at Montgomery. It was almost eleven at night. "Shouldn't Y/N be home by now?"

Trying not to show concern, he answered. "I would think so."

Sheila's phone rang and she looked at it. It was Jake. She looked at Montgomery, showing him the phone and then answered it. "Hey, son!"

"Momma. How are you?"

"Good, you?"

"I'm fine. Listen. I tried calling Y/N, but it kept going to her voicemail. That's not like her."

"Oh, she's in bed honey. She wasn't feeling too well."

"Really?" Jake questioned. "Oh, well, I was calling to tell her I was coming home for Christmas."

"Oh, Jakey! She's going to be so happy! I'd wake her, but she really needs some rest."

"Okay. Well, tell her I called."

"I will son. Love you!"

"Love you too."

Sheila looked at Montgomery. "Jake knows something is up."

Montgomery picked up his phone and dialed a number.

Jake looked at Phoenix after he hung up with his mom. "Something is wrong. If you tried and I tried and she's not answering, something is wrong."

"Agreed. I've known Y/N for twenty years. She's never not had her phone on in case of emergencies."

"Good thing this mission is done. Hopefully we can catch an earlier flight home when we reach land."

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beinfriends · 1 year

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introit

REQUIEM ASKS / WRITING EXERCISES | Accepting

introit - if your muse could revive one person from the dead, who would it be and why?

( Love this question because every single muse I have has an answer. The Juarez-Begays' answer is self-explanatory, so I won't bother mentioning Hinawa. I obviously won't answer for all of them, but here's a select few:

Paul would probably pick his older brother. They were super close as kids, and Paul has a lot of residual guilt about the way his brother wound up dying (it absolutely was not his fault to be clear-- George got sick and died due to that, but Paul always felt bad about the fact that he couldn't take care of/visit him since the White Ship kept all the sick people in one spot to try and prevent contagion) and felt that he deserved better.

And he did, I love that kid. Paul would've had some actual family in Tazmily if his brother had made it.

Linda would struggle to pick tbh. She loved both her parents and she had two sisters, so who out of all of them would she pick? Maybe her mom or her younger sister. Probably the younger sister, if only because she was so young, so the idea is like... she deserves to be able to grow up? But it'd be impossible for her to fully pick. I don't know if she'd pick anybody just because she'd feel guilty with whoever she wound up choosing.

Abbot and Abbey would pick Abbey's parents. Abbot would probably pick Abbey's dad, and Abbey would pick her mom. Abbot had a very poor relationship with both of his parents, but Abbey's parent took him under their wing, so he really loved the both of them as parents more than his own. So it'd be nice for the both of them to see those two again. Neither one of them had siblings, so that's an easy pick.

Bob would pick his mother. He had no siblings and his dad was out of the picture, so that's an easy one, though his uncle helped raise him for the first few years of his life up until his death... but ultimately, it'd be his mom. He was extremely close with her, and she would fit into Tazmily well since she was the one who took care of all of the kids while they were on the White Ship, so she was pretty loved up until she died!!

Ollie would pick her mother, probably. Ollie got along well with her dad, but she was a lot closer to her mom. Her dad could be pretty strict and a little distant, but he did love the hell out of her. He had just grown up in a very cold environment-- he was Pusher's younger brother by fifteen years and their mom and dad were equally distant, so he never was close with his own family, especially because he wound up going no contact with the entire family to elope with his wife. He tries very hard, but he's just a naturally introverted and distant person, so Ollie meshed with her mom a little more. But it'd still be a hard choice.

Isaac would pick his grandfather. Isaac's dad was in the military and his mother was never in the picture, and so they didn't really raise Isaac. He just left Isaac with his own parents so he wouldn't have to move around all the time. His granddad was a really excellent father figure to him, and he loved both his grandparents, but his grandfather had a big impact on the kind of person he wound up being, ultimately.

Leder would pick his wife. Leder had very few friends prior to the White Ship, but his wife was his best friend and his confidante. She just understood him in a way that no one else did, and so if he had the chance, he would bring her back. Leder still lives a pretty isolated life, though he does have a few friends, at least. But it isn't the same, y'know? )

rex tremendae - what does your muse fear most about growing old/er?

( I'll answer for Lucas. Kid is terrified of having to deal with loss more than anything. He hasn't exactly processed his trauma surrounding death well, so the thought of anyone in his life dying just fills him with immense, irrational dread (it's not like anyone's dying anytime soon!). But it's understandable why he'd be so scared, but he needs to work through that, or else he's really going to struggle with getting older.

The most pressing example is actually Boney? Like, Boney is 10 now, so he probably has a couple more years left, and just thinking about him dying makes Lucas freak out. He can't even handle the idea of his dog dying (who can, but like, y'know), it's very sad. I'm sure Lucas has considered asking the Dragon to extend Boney's lifespan, but I don't know if Boney necessarily would want that. He's an old man. If it's his time, it's his time, and he can accept that.

Dealing with the loss of a pet is kind of going to wind up being Lucas's first test in coping with death in a better manner. One can only hope that whenever it happens that he can work through it properly with his family. He's going to need those skills for later-- like, it's always hard coping with death, but Lucas is not equipped for it at all due to the triggering nature of it. But I believe in him and believe in his ability to begin working through that with time. )

#recklessinventor #A Letter to You [ASKS]#Deeper Into the Subconscious [HEADCANONS]#( thanks for sending!! )

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Hello, Nurse!

chapter five: slowly, then all at once

( bradley “rooster” bradshaw x oc, eden benjamin )

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Eden isn't sure what to do, swimming beneath the ice, but a few hands will reach down to pull her back to reality.

word count: 4695

notable characters: pete “maverick” mitchell, bradley “rooster” bradshaw

tws: cursing

ao3 link!

The suitcase Eden grabbed slammed on the floor as it fell out of her closet and it took everything in Eden not to fall in sobs with it. She grabs her makeup, or what she can fit into her travel bag, and throws it into the suitcase along with her hair products and personal care items. She grabs every military outfit she has in dress bags inside her closet and throws them in there too. And a steamer. Just in case they wrinkle. And then she grabs just random things of clothing. There’s no rhyme or reason as to why she grabs the items, she just does.

Her phones have been ringing for ten minutes straight, she realizes when she comes out of whatever deadset haze she’s in and she curses to herself. Grabbing her phone off the carpet, she clears her throat and answers it.

“Hello?”

“Eden,” Bradley sighs, “are you okay? What’s going on?”

“I—“ Eden pales, realizing she has to explain this to Bradley somehow. She curses under her breath, sitting down and curling her knees to her chest, “I… Bradley, I need somewhere to stay. Just until the mission’s over.” or until I can leave this place goes unsaid, “do you have space..?”

Bradley pauses before responding, “yeah. I’d just have to move some boxes around and such. It’ll take me like twenty minutes. What happened, Eden?”

“Can I tell you when I get there? I think I might start crying again if I say it right now.”

“One question,” he asks, “is anyone hurt, sick, dead, or dying?”

“No, no, no, and no.” Eden replies softly, slowly dragging herself to a standing position, “and that was four questions.”

“So?” He says, and Eden appreciates his attempt to at least crack a smile on her face.

“Just knock before you open my door, okay?” He says, “It’s unlocked. I’ll text you my address.”

“Thank you.” She murmurs.

“Of course, Edes.”

Once he hangs up, Eden grabs the rest of her essentials, a spare blanket, pillow, and the teddy bear that was a gift from Miss Carole years ago for her third birthday. She shoves her suitcase closed, surprised she can zip it. Then, she’s grabbing her purse, keys, and phone off her dresser and her mental clarity before she leaves.

She makes sure to grab the picture books her mom left for her too.

As she makes her way downstairs, she drags her heavy suitcase behind her and luckily finds the kitchen tmpty, the silence deafening her iblissfully But before Eden can leave, Amelia comes through the little entryway from the front door. She'd kinda been hoping to leave in secret, but she's glad it's not her mom. She can’t do a screaming match tonight.

“Eden?” Amelia asks, “Are you leaving for the mission?”

“Uh–” Eden cuts herself off, mentally cursing, “Not the mission, but I am going to live on base. It’s easier for me, and they want us on base because they’re not sure when we’re gonna have to leave, it might be sooner than later.”

Amelia seems to buy Eden’s quick thought lie and she nods, before swooping in to give Eden a bone-crushing hug as she whispers, “Come home to us, okay?”

“Of course, Elia.” Eden murmurs, hiding her shaking lip by biting it as she squeezes Amelia tight between her arms, “You keep Mom on her feet, okay? Just like we did after your dad bounced.”

“Always.” Amelia smiles as she steps back from the hug, “Give ‘em hell for me, Eden. I love you, I always will.”

“Hey, this isn’t my goodbye, it’s my see you later.” Eden chuckles, grabbing her suitcase, “I love you too, don’t forget it. See you around, I’ll be in the area for a few days, so call me if you need me.”

“I might need a ride tomorrow,” Amelia admits with a flush on her cheeks and Eden starts to laugh as she nods.

“Just give me a time.” She says before one final hug happens between the sisters, then Edens out the door. She shoves her suitcase into the backseat of her little Honda Civic, before she climbs into the front seat. Her mom’s car is still in the driveway, so Eden honks as she pulls out of the driveway, a small goodbye to her mom too even if she can’t face her right now. She knows she’s mad at her mom, but the more she thinks about it, mulling over it on the thirty-minute drive it takes to get to Bradley’s house, she realizes she wouldn't want to be in her mom’s shoes either. It hurts to think about though, so she opts for cranking up some old CD full of rock music Carole gave her years ago. Suddenly, the name on the tape being ‘MAV CD 1’ makes more sense to her as Iron Maiden comes through her speakers.

She parks on the road, a good ten feet away from the mailbox, before she’s climbing out of her car. Eden can tell it’s Bradley’s house because of the bright blue Bronco in the driveway.

“Hey, Eden,” A voice calls and she turns to see Bradley walking over in a hoodie and sports shorts. She smiles at him, waving with one hand as the other swings open the back door to her car a little forcefully.

“Hey, Bradley.” She smiles back at him as he makes it up to stand beside her. He offers to take her suitcase and she smiles, letting him grab it. Awkwardly, Eden stands a bit off to the side as he pulls it out of her car. She’s holding one of the picture books to her chest, the small image from a baseball game fluttering out and falling onto the mud by her feet. Before she can process what she's doing, Eden leans down and grabs the picture, nearly pushing Bradley over so he doesn’t step on it.

“Woah–” He stumbles to the side, huffing out a soft laugh before he freezes. Eden’s eyes stare down at the picture in her hands, and she looks up at him. Once she’s able to blink away the tears that blur her eyes, she turns the picture to him.

“My mom.” She starts, shutting the car doors behind her as she turns to Bradley, “She told me who my dad was. I freaked out. It was like, suddenly I just. Let me restart, it was like someone else opening a door with a key you've always had in your junk drawer, but never knew what it went to.”

“I… I’m slightly following?” Bradley begins dragging the suitcase inside, leaving Eden to follow like a lost puppy. She does, the only thing that would make it more like a sad cartoon is if she was kicking a rock, or if it was raining.

“I’ve known my dad my whole life, Bradley, that’s what’s so… mind-blowing about it.” Eden huffs as they make it to his porch, she opens the door for him and steps inside, “My mom always kept him at a distance, but Miss Carole would let me hang out with him. Mister Mitchell.”

“Maverick’s your fucking dad?!” Bradley turns in the doorway, his exclamation echoing around his quiet neighborhood. Eden finds it impossible to not laugh, bringing her hands up to her face in disbelief.

“Yes! He’s been here the whole time and I… I never…” Her lip trembles, a hand coming to cover her mouth as she finds her knees beginning to buckle. Bradley wastes no time grabbing her arm and pulling her to him. Her suitcase is left to tip and fall over in the middle of the foyer as he kicks his front door shut before dragging her to a small couch just barely inside the living room to the right.

“Hey, breathe, it’s okay Eden.” He coaxes her, sitting her down before taking a seat on the coffee table across from her.

“I can't believe I’m so stupid. How did I not remember this?” She cries, wiping her hands across her face continuously, “I just– I’m clearly not smart enough for this mission and for everything I’ve done, have I just been lying to myself this whole time? I don’t get it, how do you not–”

Bradley leans forward to grab her face, cradling it in his hands, “Hey. Relax. You’re not stupid. You’re freaking out right now, Eden, You just learned life-changing information. Take a breath and relax, okay? Just… Do you need to be grounded or something, do you want me to talk so you can focus on it? What can I do to help you?”

“Your touch is grounding.” Eden murmurs after a pause, “I’m sorry for not remembering you.”

“I’m not mad you didn’t remember me. I’m not all that surprised, I barely remember much from before my tenth birthday,” He squeezed her hands, then let one of his hands drag up to begin rubbing her arm. Eden physically melts into the touch, eyes fluttering slightly as she sighs.

“I'm a mess right now, maybe it would be the best if I pull out of the mission.”

“God, no, don’t do that.” Bradley murmurs, leaning a bit closer and Eden watches his face contort in some sort of sadness, “We need you here, Eden. You’ve helped the team so much more than you could ever know.”

“I just… I love you guys and I love my job but I can’t stand the fact that I’ve been living a lie this past… Well, my whole life I’ve been living a lie, but more so this past week.” Eden leans forward so her forehead bumps against Bradley’s shoulder, and he brings his other hand up to her back where he rubs it, the hand on her arm falling to rest by her elbow.

“Eden, I would love for you to stay. To help us, to be there on the carrier during the mission, but I also know I’m not ever gonna understand the way you feel right now. Do you want to sit here for a bit and think about it, or do you wanna rip off the bandaid?”

“Rip it,” Eden murmurs into his shirt, but she makes no attempt to move. So, neither does he. They end up sitting there for a while, Bradley rubbing an attempt of comforting circles into the skin of her lower back, squeezing her elbow to ground her. Eden doesn’t cry, surprising herself, but she soaks in the grounding presence of her childhood best friend. Once she feels ready, she nods to Bradley and he gently brings her out to his car.

“Listen.” He says as they start to drive away, “I don’t want you to make a decision you’ll regret. Talk to the admirals about this, see what they say, and take time to think. We have three days until we leave, Edes. And no one will be upset if you choose to drop this mission because of what you found out today.”

Eden nods, leaning her head on the window, “Part of me wants to stay, but the louder part of me wants to leave. I don’t know if I can face Maverick again.”

He nods, staying silent for a moment before reaching over at a stop light and pulling Eden to his side. She melts into his touch, letting a soft huff leave her as he whispers, “No matter what, we still care about you.”

“Thanks.” She murmurs into his shoulder before the light turns green and he pulls away to shift into gear. Once they pull up, he drops her off at one of the office buildings, and after fishing her ID card out of her pocket (where she shoved it after going in the gate) she makes her way into the office building where she knows she’ll find Warlock at the least. Though it’s decently late, and she’s not sure if he’ll actually be there. Every office she checks ends up being empty, and Eden finds herself at her wit's end.

“You’re fucking with me.” She mutters as she turns to the last office they could possibly be in and finds it empty again. She runs a hand through her hair, biting her lip to hold back the tears that pool in her throat and try to break past to her eyes. She swallows them down and drops her hands to her sides in defeat.

“Are you lost, Eden?” a voice calls and Eden’s head snaps to the side at the source. Standing with keys in his hand, and a leather jacket draped over his shoulders, is none other than the man she was hoping to avoid.

“Mav—“ she goes to say but her voice gets caught, and he softens his teasing gaze instantly.

“Hey, Eden.” He whispers and it doesn’t take long for the tears to start trickling down Eden’s cheeks. She tries to swipe them away, but they only get replaced by more.

“Sorry—“ Eden laughs, “my mom told me… and…”

“I’m so sorry I never knew.” Maverick takes a slow step forward, giving her a soft look as he brings a hand to tuck her hair back. She stutters out a breath and bites her lip, taking a moment to calm herself down.

“It’s not your fault, Maverick. You didn’t know any better. She’s the one who kept it from us.” Eden blinks away more tears, and though she sees Maverick nod, she can tell he doesn’t one hundred percent agree with what she’s saying. He then sees the way she’s tightly gripping her phone, and her fingers rest on the door handle as if praying someone will open it, and he gets it.

“I assume you didn’t come here to find me.” He murmurs and Eden nods.

“Bradley dropped me off. He’s waiting outside for me.”

Maverick sighs softly, letting his hand finally fall from where it cups Eden’s cheek to his thigh, “Don’t drop this mission because of this, Eden. The team needs your morale.”

“Honestly, I wasn’t sure if I’d ever be able to face you again without feeling sick.” Eden runs a hand through her hair, and MAverick notes how similar she looks to him as she continues to speak with gritted teeth, “Like, I’m learning my grandparents knew, and they never said a thing! Did she tell them she told me? Who else knew? Did Amelia’s dad know, I don't think he would, but what if he did? He was in the Navy too! God, why did she wait until the end of the training to tell me this?!”

“I don’t know why she did it, Eden. I wish I could tell you because I’m in the same boat as you.” Maverick sighs, biting his lip for a moment as he looks away, “She told me after your graduation when we were all at the Hard Deck. We fought over it all weekend, and I told her she had to tell you before the mission because I refused to fly it if you didn’t know who I truly was.”

There’s an implication of ‘refusing to fly’ actually meaning ‘refusing to die’ but Eden doesn’t comment on it.

“I had to distance myself because I couldn’t even imagine being a father. It’s something I’ve always wanted, don’t get me wrong, but it was never the right time and then I was too old to have a kid, or too career-focused, but mostly…” Maverick sighs, “I’m too reckless. Bradley’s right when he says I fly the way I do because I have no one to come home to.”

Eden’s breath hitches in her throat when she sees the tears glistening around Maverick’s eyes, and she bites her lip as he gives her a watery smile, continuing to speak, “but now… now I have you to come back to. God, I’ve never been one to settle down, and now here I am, with a fully grown daughter I watched grow up from a distance.”

“Miss Carole let me spend a lot more time with you than my mother would.” Eden chuckles and Maverick laughs too, and the two spend a second just looking at each other before Maverick pulls her into a tight hug.

“I’m never letting go of you again, ever .” He whispers, “No matter what happens on sea, on land, or in the air, I will always find a way to come back to hold you.”

“Please do,” Eden whispers back, afraid of breaking the gentle serenity she finds herself in as her knees buckle against Maverick’s grip. He tightens it.

“I can't reverse time, but I can make up for it.” He says, holding her in his arms so tight he’s afraid it's hard for her to breathe. Eden never complains, so he doesn’t loosen his grasp, even when she buckles and falls against him in a heap of sobs. He stands there, being her rock, holding her up even when she can’t support herself, and when she regains her composure and steals a few tissues from a random office to blow her nose, the two find their way back out to the parking lot.

Bradley gets out of his Bronco when he sees Maverick, ready to come to Eden’s defense, but he notes the way she leans on him a bit to walk, and he’s walking to the passenger's side to open her door instead.

“So, I’m staying on the mission.” Eden wipes her face and Bradley laughs softly, holding an arm out to her, which she takes as an invite to smush against his side.

“Good to hear, Edes.” He murmurs into her hair, letting his eyes close as he presses a soft kiss to her temple. After a pause, Eden detaches from him and climbs into the passenger's seat, tucking her legs in as Bradley shuts the door.

“Thanks for helping her.” Maverick says, his hands shoved in his pockets, “Seriously, Bradley.”

With a bit of hesitance, Bradley nods and clears his throat as he looks back at a sleepy Eden with her knees tucked up to her chest, he sighs, “It’s no problem, Mav.”

“I’ll see you guys tomorrow.” Maverick waves and Eden murmurs a goodbye through a yawn as Bradley waves and watches Maverick walk away until he tucks back into the building. He contemplates calling Maverick, asking a hundred questions, but when Eden shuffles behind him in the passenger's seat he simply turns around instead. As he climbs into the driver's door and turns on the engine, he peers over to see Eden with her body in a ball, almost asleep.

Something in it makes his heart soar. So he drives off, the radio low and the windows down, letting Eden sleep as the wind blows her hair about.

–

Dog fight football is going about as great as Eden had expected it to, but also way better than she had imagined. The first few rounds were rough, and she ended up having to ref with Hondo because the boys kept claiming the calls against them were bullshit and trying to fight each other over it. But soon, as the sun soaks into everyone’s skin, they actually start to work together. It started with Maverick deciding to play, and Bradley saying he could join his team, and then it slowly started to spread through the whole squadron.

“This is the most teamwork I’ve seen through all the whole deployment,” Hondo murmurs to Eden between games, and she giggles, throwing a spare third ball back and forth in her hands as she watches MAverick dip out in favor of walking over to a beach chair he’d set up.

“Watching the fruits of your labor, Mav?” Eden shouts, and Maverick responds with a shrug that makes Eden burst into laughter.

The only thing that makes the day awkward, for Eden, is the presence of her mother only around a hundred feet away. No one seems to notice that the two keep sending glares and glances in each other's direction. Except for Bradley, who is all too aware of it.

So when Penny offers to have the Daggers inside for lunch, and Eden detaches from the group with Maverick, he does his best to distract the group from the fact that the two didn’t follow them inside. And even later, when Maverick’s gone home, but around half of the squadron stays to keep playing and relaxing in the sun and Penny offers them dinner, he decides that it’s time for him and Eden to leave. So, he also decides that they can have a little dinner of their own with whatever he can fish together in his kitchen.

“What is this supposed to be?” Eden teases as Bradley brings her into the kitchen, though her expression doesn’t lift as high as it usually does, “a date?”

“If you want it to be,” Bradley says as he lets go of her shoulder and uses his phone to play a random cooking playlist on his phone.

“Is this Chiquitita?” Eden laughs, “Do you listen to Abba?”

“Of course I do,” Bradley closes his fridge, happy he’d decided to buy some groceries earlier in the week because now he has enough food to make a simple chicken-based dinner. He hopes, mentally, that Eden is not some sort of vegetarian, because this is all he has. The two end up singing along to the music, Eden helping him out where she can, and sitting back when there's nothing else to be done.

“Oh, I love this song.” Eden giggles as some generic love song plays through the speaker as Bradley slides the chicken off the hot pan and onto a plate to serve it.

“Really?” Bradley says and he holds a hand out, Eden gives him a weird look, but takes his hand and squeaks when he sways her around, “My mom and dad used to dance to this song, then my mom and I did.”

“That’s so sweet.” She smiles, letting him guide her through a small simple sway around the kitchen. As the song comes to its swell, Eden finds herself in a mini-waltz, the chicken forgotten on the counter as Bradley grins down at her.

“I haven’t danced around the kitchen in years,” Eden giggles, “It’s such a romantic thing.”

“You know the one thing that would make it more romantic?” Bradley murmurs and Eden looks up at him, her pupils dilating when they make eye contact.

“A kiss?” She teases, expecting Bradley to be joking around, but when she sees him nod– well, she turns as red as the tomatoes on the counter.

“Well, if you’re up to it.” He whispers as the song begins to twindle out.

“I’m a bit nervous.” Eden chuckles and Bradley hums softly,

“Why?”

Eden’s face flushes as she rocks from side to side with Bradley, “It’s you.”

“It’s just me.” Bradley chuckles softly, leaning back so Eden can see him fully and she flushes.

“That’s my problem.” She murmurs, sliding her arms from his arms to wrap around his neck as she pulls him down slightly. Her chest is heavy against his as she breathes deep, her eyelashes fluttering as Bradley dips in to connect their lips. But, the connection is never made.

Amelia’s ringtone plays from Eden’s phone, startling the two away from one another. Eden curses, pulling herself away from Bradley as a rock song starts to play, and the romantic tone of the night is crushed as she lifts the phone to her ear.

“Well…I can come to get you,” Eden sighs, “I don’t think Bradley would mind.”

“Who are we getting?” he asks leaning down to grab tinfoil from a cabinet by his hip.

Eden sighs, “Amelia, she’s actually just off base at a friend’s house.”

“I can put this in the microwave when we get back, it’s probably not that good anyway,” Bradley grins, “We can dance more when we get back too.”

Eden perks up at the second part, a small smile on her lips, “Sure. That sounds great.”

–

The ride with Amelia isn’t as awkward as Eden thinks it will be. Bradley lets Eden answer all the questions about her living on base, why she was with Bradley, and similar topics so she can say what she needs to. She’d explained on the car ride over that Amelia thought she was living on base to prepare for the mission, not living at Bradley’s house because she’d run away from her problems. He understands, even if he doesn’t like to watch the way Amelia hangs on every word that leaves her sister's mouth, even the lies, he understands having to lie.

That’s how he’d survived this long in the Navy.

So when he wishes Amelia goodnight and gives the sisters privacy as they hug outside his Bronco, he stares at the motorcycle parked in front of him and tries not to think how someone is most definitely not coming back from this mission as he looks at the Navy patch crappily sewn into the back of the seat of the motorcycle.

Eden slams the door when she’s back in, and he turns to her.

“You good?” She asks, “You look a bit frazzled.”

“Thinking about the mission, we’ve gone through a lot as a squadron, we have two more training days, and then what?” He sighs, “I don’t wanna lose anyone on this mission.”

Eden squeezes his shoulder, “Who says you have to lose someone?”

“It’s like Mav told me, if you fly long enough, you will.” He sighs, rubbing his face with one hand before looking over at Eden, “I haven't lost one yet. I’m not about to.”

“Again, Bradley, who says you have to lose one? You guys can fly this mission, I know it in my heart. Tomorrow, you all will kick ass at the practice and you’ll bring everyone home.” She says, “I swear, everyone will come home.”

Bradley sighs, “I don’t wanna leave for this mission without covering my bases though.”

“Then cover them, you still have some time–” Eden’s cut off by Bradley grabbing her jaw, and her stomach flutters as he tilts her to look at him. Their faces are less than an inch away and Eden can feel his breath fan across her skin.

“I’m going to kiss you now if that’s okay?” He whispers and she laughs softly, her cheeks dusting red.

“More than.” She replies, and Bradley wastes no time finally connecting their lips. They lock into each other, slotting together perfectly, and Eden’s never had a kiss like this. Her fingertips go numb as he leans into her, and when they disconnect and reconnect right after, Eden brings a hand up to tangle in his wavy hair. When they break apart, Eden panting slightly, he kisses her jaw, lips soft and delicate, before he lifts up to kiss her lips softly once more.

Eden has to raise a hand to block the headlights that shine on her face, and the two pull away at the light, only to recognize the man on the motorcycle who zips past them, as Maverick.

“Oh,” Eden whispers.

“Oh.” Bradley echoes and then Eden punches his chest as she groans

“That was my fucking dad, Bradley!”

“Oh, right, he’s your dad.” Bradley blinks and Eden pauses, before groaning as she slumps down in her chair and he smiles, reaching across the center console to rub her thigh.

“Relax, I’m sure he didn’t see us or at least recognize you.” He tries to console her, “Why don’t we finish what we started when we get back to mine?”

“Only if you let me eat first, I’m fucking starving,” Eden says and Bradley starts to laugh.

“Of course.” He grins, leaning over to press a soft kiss to her lips, before he puts the old Bronco in drive, and pulls down Penny’s street to the intersection where he has to turn to get to the highway. He pretends not to see the giddy smile on Eden’s face because he knows if he does, he’ll fall in love with her all over again.

#IM BACK BABYY #top gun: maverick #top gun maverick #top gun #top gun fanfiction #bradley rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x oc #bradley bradshaw

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bog-water-030 · 7 months

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Bogs Bullshit Save for Sim Noobs

So I've started a new save on the sims 2 and unfortunately I have like one friend who's well versed enough to really get wtf I'm talking about when I yap about it. Then it hit me it would probably be a good idea to explain from zero. THIS is zero. If you know anything about anything in the sims 2 please skip this post.

If i sent this to you, congrats, find a screenreader, you're gonna be here a while.

"Strangetown is a small desert town with few inhabitants. There are two main streets, known as the Road to Nowhere, placed parallel with each other, around which the majority of the town is built. There are also three smaller roads, two of which are dead ends. Strangetown's landscape is barren, with only scattered cacti as flora... Considering the desert setting and references to Area 51 aliens, Strangetown may be located in the state of Nevada." (Sims Wiki)

THE SPECTERS

The Specters live on this god awful graveyard built up of the lovers and neighbours of Olive Specter.

Olive (pictured far left) is painfully in love with the grim reaper and has one child, a son, who was swiftly whisked away by the government, for obvious reasons. She's also raising her sisters only child, Ophelia Nigmos (pictured to the right), and god bless this poor child's soul she is STRUGGLING. Olives late husbands are just as unfortunate as their names suggest. Earl E Demise, Hugh Thanasia, Rigger Mortis. Its. Its really bad. Ichabod Specter is the only one she stuck with long enough to get her name changed.

Ophelia, bless her heart, is living on the community graveyard and these god damn ghosts REFUSE to leave her alone. She has pissed herself several times and it's genuinely effecting her terribly. Ophelia has two secret boyfriends (they both know about each other. I did not choose to make them polyamorous). Johnny Smith (pictured in the thought bubble), a half alien. And Ripp Grunt, the son of a space racist. She's still a teen so she has very little lore beyond being an orphan at first.

THE SMITHS

The smiths are genetically the worst family. Pollination Technician (pictured far right) Smith (yes that is his full legal name) is kind of a slut. He has four kids. Jill (pictured far left) and Johnny (pictured to the right of jill), with his wife Jenny (pictured to the left of Pollination tech). And Chloe and Lola with what would now be considered his own fucking father in law. This asshole who I will now call Paulie, spent his days as a space man impregnating random men all over the globe. And decided, after it all, to settle down with the DAUGHTER OF HIS FIRST LOVE QUEST. hate. Hate him. He also has a lawn in the DESERT. hate Paulie.

Jenny, bless her heart, does not know of her half-sister-half-daughters, she just really likes the colour green. Their two kids are your standard suburban kids aside from the space racist military man next door. Johnny is so sweet and just finished high-school. He didn't go to college but that's okay. He did his best and he's moving out very soon. And Jill despite being a little shite who doesn't do homework, has my heart and I can't wait to see how she turns out. She's just started ballet and she loves video games. Sweet summer child.

The Grunts

The grunts are my least favourite. They suck balls. They refuse to do the dishes. The dad, Buzz, lost his ex-wife to god knows what I think she was electrocuted. His hate for the world is leeching into his poor poor kids and it infuriates me. Realistically Buzz and his eldest son Tank are the only awful ones. Tank is a clone of his father. All he wants to do is join the military. He refuses to shower and keeps bothering the Smith kids. Ripp is the second and he's a dork I love him. I unfortunately cannot stand his father so I haven't played his household much,

The Curious'

The Curious' are a mess. From oldest to youngest it's Pascal Vidcund and Lazlo. Immediately when you enter the lot pascal goes into labour and has one alien child named Octavius. Lazlo cannot get bitches. He's very handsome and a good chef but good heavens he's too forward. Vidcund pissed himself in front of his first love Circe as a teen, and so struggles with women nowadays. Vidcund is obsessed with his telescope. So obsessed that he uses it during the day for people watching. He has gotten beat up by various neighbours. Mostly Olive. He speaks to one woman consistently and its Bella Goth. Despite also being pussywhipped for the woman he cant stop insulting her. She's exactly his type. He's genuinely very interested but he has negative rizz and everything he says is wrong and bad. He's lucky he's hot because if he wasn't I'd kill him.

Pascal is the only Curious brother capable of speaking to women and he is painfully gay. I love him he's the most tolerable Curious

The Beakers

The Beakers are awful. Circe is this money hungry bitch who enjoys the suffering of children, she is pregnant, I worry. Loki is a general asshole incapable of doing anything for himself. He has a maid, a butler, a gardener. I expect he'll want a nanny for his kid. He has a gun capable of sucking the skills out of people and he uses it on his pet human Nervous Subject (Olive Specters kid). Nervous had an AWFUL upbringing. He's a shy, grouchy, slob who's only capable of working out. He constantly smells. He's constantly offending people. His only friend is Pascal Curious and Erin Beaker, and those two are incapable of having enemies. I say pascal is his friend but he's like 2 minutes away from marrying the man. The issue is he's basically nocturnal, he cant stay awake long enough to call Pascal let alone get ready for a real date.

The Singles

So the singles are this 4 person disaster household consisting of the aforementioned sister daughters Chloe and Lola Curious. Alongside Erin Beaker (Loki's sister), and Kristen Loste who has zero lore beyond being gay as shit and in denial. They're a bin family which basically means the sims team couldn't find a way to make them not fuck their siblings so they've been banished to the shadow zone.

Chloe is a mega bitch. She's actively mean to everyone and generally is only nice to get in everyone's pants. She takes after her whore father I guess.

Lola does nothing but work. She has no other hobbies or interests which is to her favour.

Erin is also gay, she's loved by many (except Chloe who ceaselessly harasses her).

Kristen is doing her best but she spends all her time working, eating and sleeping.

The Goths

Bella Goth is a cross neighbourhood sim so while her lore doesn't actually effect her in this save it matters to me. She's a wife and mother of two but has no memory of this thanks to the power of alien abduction. All she recalls is the name on her drivers license. She was originally from Pleasantview, married to Mortimer Goth and raising Cassandra and Alexander, but after her affair partner's affair partners decided they weren't into sharing she was abducted by aliens and dropped in the middle of strange town. Bella has only just paid to put a roof on her shack house. Since she has no memory of her children she's a okay slutting around with no remorse. Unfortunately, I allowed her sluttery without prescribing birth control. She's gotten with (as of winter) ajax, Lazlo, and 3 miscellaneous townies.

#the sims 2 #ts2:strangetown01

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phoenixyfriend · 3 years

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The Family Tree is... a Disaster

Takes place in the TCW Leverage AU. It does contain a few deviations, namely that the narrative ended up shifting Plo's role in Ahsoka's life, and Ventress's role overall.

This is mostly just dialogue where I outline the fuckery that is the disaster lineage family tree, not actual fic. It stemmed from my incessant need to justify "25yo Obi-Wan somehow got custody of 9yo Anakin without Shmi dying."

Warnings for: canon character death (modernized), canon violence (modernized), and references to Nazis and white supremacists (Palpatine collects WWII weaponry as a parallel to his canon display of Sith artifacts in his office as chancellor, and Ahsoka thinks it's sketchy)

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"Okay," Cody says, setting down a glass of whiskey as he drops into the seat across the table. "What the hell is your family tree like?"

Obi-Wan raises an eyebrow, and continues cleaning off the definitely-not-stolen crystal komodo dragon he'd won in today's job. "I beg your pardon?"

"You and Skywalker," Cody says, gesturing between Obi-Wan, who is just sitting there minding his own business, and Anakin, who is across the closed-for-tonight bar and doing something inadvisable on the pool table. "You've said he was your brother, and mentioned raising him, which, sure, I'm over twenty years older than my youngest brother, people take over parenting roles all the time. But you have different last names, have mentioned stepfamilies that the other doesn't have, reference things as 'your aunt, not mine,' and I am just getting... very confused. I figured it was personal and I could leave well enough alone, but considering your older brother almost shot us today--"

"Okay, Xanatos is not my brother," Obi-Wan immediately says. "Just. I just have to stop you right there. Xanatos was a student of my father's for a time, but I promise he's not family. Nobody except maybe Komari would consider him even close, and she doesn't count since she's in prison for life and the farthest thing from stable."

Cody gestures. "That, Obi-Wan. That's what I'm talking about. I don't even know who Komari is."

Obi-Wan purses his lips in a failed attempt to not smile. "Do you actually want the explanation? It's long and unnecessarily complicated."

"So's mine," Cody snorts. Obi-Wan waits, patient and pleasant, and is rewarded when Cody sighs. "Please."

"Of course, my dear. To answer your first question, though, Anakin is my half-brother." With a smile, Obi-Wan digs a piece of paper and a pen from his briefcase. "So, center of the chain: me, my father Qui-Gon, my grandfather Yan, and my great-grandfather Yoda. With me so far?"

"Easy enough. Do you have to go back that far?"

"Great-grandfather Yoda is still alive and regularly escaping the old folks' home to terrorize younger relatives, so yes," Obi-Wan says. "Given that you may just meet a tiny, meddling relative of mine when he's bored, we do in fact have to go back that far."

"...how old is he?"

"We don't know for sure. A hundred and eight-ish is the best guess." Obi-Wan shrugs. "It's not a huge deal, mostly he likes bothering Anakin these days. Anyway, grandfather. Yan Dooku. Inherited a minory duchy from his maternal grandfather decades back. Mostly hangs around there because he's on terrorist watchlists in the States."

"Oh, lovely."

Obi-Wan grins. "Trust me, it gets worse. Anyway, grandfather never actually married, but spent most of his time with his 'best friend' Sifo Dyas, who died about a decade back."

"Gay?"

"Well, we know that now, but they got together in the seventies, and this was back when they were both working government jobs, so, you know. It happens."

"Good to know," Cody says. "So, Yoda's kid is Yan, who inherited a title and land from a maternal relative, and had a life partner but never married. With you so far."

"All of Yan's kids were adopted," Obi-Wan continues, sketching out the first branch away from the Yan/Sifo partnership. "Rael was actually grandfather's cousin, maternally, and ended up in his custody after getting orphaned at five. These days, he does most of the stewardship duties at the Serenno Duchy. His daughter Nim is teaching military history at a university in Germany."

Cody nods. "Uncle number one is named Rael, technically your dad's cousin, has a daughter. Got it."

"About a decade after Rael, they adopted my father, Qui-Gon. He and grandfather fought, frequently, but they did care for each other. My father was a botanist, did bio-engineering. We'll get back to him later, because he's where things get complicated." Obi-Wan made sure to leave room around the name. "Just a few years older than me was--is--Komari Vosa. She is... serving a life sentence. I think she fought Jango once."

"She fought my father?"

"To the best of my knowledge, they both almost died, yes," Obi-Wan says. "She's in maximum security these days. She was an assassin. I'll get a call if she breaks out, and I'll let you know along with everyone else."

"Bad news auntie, got it."

"Last adoption, sort of, is Ventress," Obi-Wan finishes off. "A few years younger than me, is technically grandfather's personal assistant and does secretarial work and the like, but we all know he's planning to leave as much of the inheritance to her as he is to the rest of us. She's aggressive and unpleasant, but she takes care of him and hasn't actually threatened to kill any of us yet, so that's fine."

"How'd she join?" Cody asks.

"Ky Narec was a friend of Qui-Gon's; Ventress was his daughter. Ky died a few years after Qui-Gon did, and Ventress was a mess, after." Obi-Wan shrugs and scratches that connection into the little sketch of a family tree as well. "Grandfather offered her a job until she got herself back together, and then she just kind of... stuck around."

"Youngest aunt, more of a cousin." Cody summarizes. "Now we go back to your father?"

"Qui-Gon Jinn was a man of many skills," Obi-Wan says drily. "Adequate birth control was not one of them."

It's almost a pity that Cody wasn't drinking anything, because going by the way he chokes, Obi-Wan's pretty sure the spit take would have been spectacular.

"I'm sorry," Cody says. "Can you repeat that?"

"I was an accident," Obi-Wan says, not even bothering to hide his smile. "So was Anakin."

"So that sounds like... a story."

"It is," Obi-Wan confirms. "My biological mother has never been in the picture. They had a fling, she wasn't sure if she'd want to abort or give me up, just that she wasn't ready to be a parent, and Qui-Gon volunteered to take full custody so she could go back to her life after the birth. I've never met her, but I kept her family name. You can consider her irrelevant beyond that."

Cody nods.

"So, when I was about a year old, Qui-Gon reconnects with an old flame, they get married two years later. Step-mother number one is Tahl. Lovely woman, I absolutely adored her, and she had a daughter, my stepsister, Bant Eerin."

"I met her, right?" Cody asks.

"Yes, she was the doctor who patched up my bullet wound a few months ago," Obi-Wan says. "With the giant glasses that make her look a little fish-eyed."

"She was nice."

"She is," Obi-Wan agrees. "At any rate, that was our family for a while, and then Tahl died when I was fourteen. Bant wanted to go to a magnet school for medical studies, and Qui-Gon's grief was... not optimal for taking care of multiple teenagers, shall we say, so Bant moved in with her paternal uncle, Kit Fisto, and Kit's son Nahdar. He's a marine biologist, incredibly friendly, and has no idea of any of the rest of my side of the family's questionable activities. If you ever meet him, you will pretend that we are a legal firm with a team of security consultants."

Cody raises a brow. Obi-Wan despairs. "Best you could do?"

"We're not that likely to run into him." Obi-Wan draws out a new line. "So, Qui-Gon deals poorly with grief. This is also around the time that Xanatos came around to ruin our lives a little. He was a very rich and unpleasant man, but he's dead as of four hours ago, so you don't have to worry about him. Or his son."

"His son?"

"Anakin handled that," Obi-Wan says. "Thoroughly. Granta Omega is no longer an issue. He's not dead, but... well. Anakin has his ways. Er--I should probably mention Feemor; he was my father's assistant at the university for a long time. Anakin and I still call him our uncle."

"Also a person to avoid mentioning criminal activity to?" Cody prompts.

"Well... no, but only because I don't think he'd care. The man is, forgive me, more of a 'walking sweatervest' than I am. He's a very bland and unassuming man. He once described himself as the background character of the soap opera that is my family's existence."

"Sounds like a charmer."

"Oh, he's very kind and clever, and witty as well. I adore him, and he really is family. He's just also very, very normal. Not boring, but..." Obi-Wan trails off and shrugs helplessly. "He's an editor for an agricultural research journal. Also not someone I anticipate us running into."

"Noted."

"Right, so, Qui-Gon dealing poorly with his grief didn't involve much drinking, but there were a few months of him trying to... lose himself in the pleasures of the flesh?" Obi-Wan tries, and then deflates at the look on Cody's face. "He was slagging around. Shmi got pregnant with Anakin, who was born when I was sixteen. Shared custody at first, Qui-Gon got him weekends and every other holiday, that sort of thing, and then they got married because they actually did like each other well enough, and it was easier on the taxes."

"So Shmi is stepmother number two."

"Shmi is stepmother number two, yes." Obi-Wan sketches in Anakin and Shmi. "About nine and a half years after Anakin was born, Shmi and Qui-Gon were in a car accident with... well, it later turned out it wasn't an accident, there was a hitman called Maul involved, he's actually Ventress's second cousin or something, I don't know. Grandfather handled most of that problem. Qui-Gon died, Shmi was in intensive care, and I got custody of Anakin as his nearest adult relative. We weren't very close before that, because I was off at university by the time he was old enough to form memories, but that changed once he started living with me. I more or less raised him as a single parent from that point."

"This is why he jokes that you're like a father to him."

"Precisely," Obi-Wan says. "Shmi took about a year to recover enough to move again, and grandfather covered the costs. She still had to live with a dedicated carer and attend daily physical therapy. At that physical therapy, she met Cliegg Lars, whose son Owen was also a patient there. They hit it off, and three years later, they married. When Anakin refers to his stepfamily he's talking about the Lars out in Nevada."

"Nevada?"

"They have a farm. A very, very normal one. We don't drag them into our activities, unless we have an at-risk person who needs a safe house." Obi-Wan pauses, and then decides this really needs to be stressed. "This is important to me and Anakin, that we don't get them involved unless there's absolutely no other choice. Shmi's been through a lot, and the Lars are busy enough running the farm."

"Works for me," Cody says. "We've got enough safe houses that it shouldn't be an issue. I'm guessing this story doesn't end there, though."

Obi-Wan grimaces. "My own love life has been... a bit of a mess."

"I already know about Kryze, at least."

There's that. "I was temporarily engaged to a friend, Siri Tachi, shortly after high school. We were in a relationship, but this was mostly something done to appease a relative of hers that was getting overbearing to the point of absurdity, and she couldn't just cut them off. We broke off the engagement after the relative passed, and we're still friends."

He notes that down, then adds the other embarrassment of his early years. "First marriage was actually a drunken joke between myself and my best friend when we were in college. We got it annulled a few months later because we just didn't have time to drop by the courthouse before then, and he's actually engaged to Asajj now."

"Asajj?" Cody asks, watching in fascination as Obi-Wan tries to mark in both his own short marriage and the newer, long-term engagement without crossing any lines. He settles for just writing the name twice and including an asterisk with 'this is the same person.'

"Ventress," Obi-Wan clarifies. "Yeah, Quinlan's a fun guy. His little sister, Aayla, treats Anakin like a beloved younger cousin."

"Are they also off-limits for criminal activity?"

"No, Aayla's the one that taught Ahsoka how to vent-crawl," Obi-Wan says. "And I'm pretty sure Quinlan has contacts in every major government branch, criminal organization, and Fortune 500 company on the planet. I reach out to them regularly."

"Resources, then."

Obi-Wan nods. "Some time later, I married Satine. We had a son; you've met Korkie. We split due to incompatibility a year and change before Qui-Gon's death. Satine doesn't engage in criminal activity, but Bo-Katan is..."

"I've met Bo-Katan. I know what she's like, Obi. You don't have to explain."

"She works with Maul sometimes."

"...the man who killed your father?"

"Yes. It's all very stupid and convoluted." Obi-Wan still writes her in. "So, that's them. Korkie goes to boarding school, and I try not to involve him in anything. Anakin and Ahsoka like to teach him self-defense and the like, but Satine is adamant that he stay unaware of my less legal dealings until he's an adult."

Cody shrugs. "Makes sense. Is that every--wait, no, Skywalker's married."

Obi-Wan grins. "Yes, and Padme's got twins on the way."

"I was there when he told us," Cody says drily. "He was very loud about it. Okay, how does Ahsoka fit in?"

"Hold on, I forgot Beru," Obi-Wan mutters. "Owen's fiancee. Same rules as the Lars. Okay, you asked about Ahsoka. Right. So. Um."

He dithers. Cody waits for him, and then Obi-Wan just gives up. "Ahsoka, dear, would you like to explain how you joined the family, so to speak?"

Ahsoka looks up from whatever she and the boys are doing--there are multiple beer glasses and straws and duct tape involved, and Obi-Wan doesn't really want to know--and then flips off the table and over to Obi-Wan and Cody. She looks over the family tree chart, and then says, "Oooh, did you tell him about the cult?"

"You were in a cult?" Cody demands.

"No, Komari was. She was head priestess or something. I dunno, it's why she's in prison and stuff."

"I did not tell him about the cult," Obi-Wan mutters, already regretting this. "The Bando Gora aren't a problem anymore. I've already gotten to explaining how you and Anakin know each other."

Ahsoka rolls her eyes, steals his pen, and starts sketching in around Quinlan's name, over by Asajj since Obi-Wan's section is too crowded. "Okay, so, Quinlan's adopted. His dad is Tholme, and Tholme's dad is Plo Koon. Plo Koon is good friends with my Auntie, Shaak Ti, who raised me. They live next door to each other, out in the country, and I'd play in his yard a lot, because he had puppies, and he took me to visit his bees. Whenever Auntie needed a babysitter, she asked Quinlan or Aayla to do it since she knew and trusted them, and Aayla needed pocket money."

"This is so unnecessarily complicated," Cody mutters.

"It is!" Ahsoka chirps. Her grin is far too sharp. "So, this one time, Aayla was watching me when I was fourteen, and she was just helping me with my physics homework. BAM, the door slams open, and in stumbled Skyguy with his arm missing. I've never met him before, and my first introduction is him shortly after he's gotten an unplanned amputation."

Anakin, on the other side of the room, giggles. Obi-Wan just sighs. The Fett brothers appear to be in the land of 'horrified fascination.'

Ahsoka revels in it. "There's blood everywhere, I'm screaming, Aayla's panicking, Anakin's halfway to unconscious and insisting we can't call the hospital, and nobody can get Obi-Wan on the phone. Quinlan's in another country, and Auntie Shaak and Uncle Plo are at a movie, so they've both got their cellphones off. Tholme was faking his death at that point to get away from an incident with the Irish Mob, so we didn't even try him."

"What the actual fuck," Rex breathes.

Ahsoka continues with relish. "We get Bant to pick up, and she's there an hour later with Padme, because Padme knows how to drive the way Skyguy does, and the entire drive there is just Auntie Bant on speakerphone telling Aayla how to stop the bleeding and get him stabilized while Padme's screaming at traffic at the top of her lungs."

"I owe Aayla a fruit basket," Anakin muses aloud. "The anniversary of her saving my life is coming up, it's warranted."

"Five years, baby!" Ahsoka crows. She fist-pumps.

Obi-Wan just drops his head into his hands. "You're killing me, children."

Anakin shrugs, grinning. "You know, I think Fett Senior might have been involved in that fight."

"My shitty dad cut off your arm?" Rex demands.

"No, I think he was busy fighting the Interpol guy," Anakin says. "But he was definitely there. I think. Blood loss kinda got to me after a bit, but I'm pretty sure Jango Fett was there, and also Boba might've been hiding in the getaway car?"

"I need another glass," Cody mutters. He doesn't stand up, though.

"Wait," Rex says. "So who cut off your arm?"

Anakin shrugs with an unsure noise. "Someone tried to convince me it was Grandpa Yan, but he was in the middle of a court case in Italy for some kind of parole violation when it happened, so he had an alibi."

"...did he actually violate parole?" Cody asks, and Obi-Wan thinks he looks like he doesn't know if he actually wants an answer.

Ahsoka shrugs. So does Anakin. Obi-Wan carefully looks at a spot behind Cody, and doesn't explain anything about wine tastings used as covers for illicit arms deals.

"The arm?" Rex prompts, sounding a little desperate to get back to the question he likely thinks is the most important.

"I still say it was Skeevy Sheev," Ahsoka chimes in.

"It wasn't Palpatine," Anakin snaps.

"Your creepy older friend who took you to operas and gives you fancy gifts and knows way too much about swords who was conveniently there to talk to the police and cover for you so you didn't get arrested for getting in the middle of a gang war in the first place, yes," Ahsoka says, dropping into a chair and sighing dramatically. "The guy who definitely hasn't been trying to convince you for a year and change that your wife is cheating on you with your older brother."

"Ahsoka!"

"What? He is."

"Anakin," Rex says, "your life sounds like a trainwreck."

"I'm not going to assume a frail, elderly man cut my arm off!" Anakin protests. "Even if he wanted to, he doesn't exactly have the muscle for it!"

"Grandfather's older," Obi-Wan points out, even though he knows it won't help. "And he definitely still could."

"Ha!" Ahsoka shouts.

"He could have hired someone?" Cody suggests. "Doesn't need to do it himself, if he has enough money."

Obi-Wan has a sneaking suspicion that Cody is deliberately stirring the pot as revenge for Anakin sending him eighty-seven cat memes inside an hour during last night's dinner.

"You all suck," Anakin declares. "Also, what the hell do you mean 'knows way too much about swords,' Ahsoka? You know way too much about swords!"

"Yeah, but I'm like ninety-percent sure that his antiques are Prussian and mid-century German military officer dress uniform relics, and pairing that with the Nazi pistols he's got on display--"

"He's just a history buff! And his family's German, of course he prioritizes that region, it's not like he doesn't have Russian or French or English antiques in there too, it's all sides of the war and--"

"I'm just saying he's almost definitely sending me sketchy glances like he thinks I'm planning to steal the silver on the three occasions you've had me with you when you stop by, and I'm pretty sure it's got less to do with my criminal record and more to do with me being, you know, not white."

Anakin looks ready to blow, so Obi-Wan interrupts. "Ahsoka, you were explaining how Anakin passing out on Aayla and scaring us all half to death led to your friendship?"

Ahsoka blinks at him, and then sticks her tongue out at Anakin and turns back to the chart. "So basically, Skyguy had to recuperate in Uncle Plo's living room for a week or two, and I kept showing up to bother him because he was bored and nobody would give him a laptop for 'security reasons,' because he had to lay low and stuff. He made me help him sketch out designs for a prosthesis and do all the writing for the math he had to do for the 3D printer, and we got to chatting."

Ahsoka hops up and back onto a table, legs swinging below her. "I decided he was cool and started following him around while he was getting used to only having one hand, mostly because I was bored. He showed me how to hotwire a car, and explained the best places to put a bug if you were looking to make it sneaky, and he picked my pocket to show off so many times when he was walking around Uncle Plo's house that I made him teach me that, too. And, uh, then Aayla found out and they got into a shouting match about it and decided they both needed to teach me parkour so I could get out of any mess I got myself into, since I was obviously going to follow them into a life of crime."

"And you did," Anakin says, far too proudly. "You're the best thief in this half of the country."

"Only because Aayla moved out east."

Anakin rolls his eyes and pulls Ahsoka into his side, digging his knuckles into her skull. "Best thief! You are the best thief! Be proud of yourself!"

"Let go!"

"Never!"

Obi-Wan sighed heavily and rubbed at his forehead. "Children, please."

"You're not my dad," Ahsoka growls out at him. "Skyguy, I'm going to bite you!"

"Good luck, the only arm you can access is the one that's going to break your teeth."

Ahsoka shrieks in outrage and stomps on Anakin's instep.

It's almost funny, for all that Obi-Wan's seen it play out a million times before, but the really interesting part is seeing Rex's look of fond dismay.

Obi-Wan thinks he might be adding a branch out to the Fetts soon. He's not actually sure if Rex is interested in Anakin or Ahsoka, and he's smack dab between them in age, so that's not a help either, but... well. The expression is familiar enough.

"Please tell me you don't match-make," Cody mutters to him.

"No, I plan to let the pieces fall where they will," Obi-Wan responds, just as low, and far more amused. "I'm simply trying to predict where those landings are to be."

Cody looks at him, and then back at the roughhousing trio, and sighs heavily. "You know, I really didn't think that you technically being minor royalty was going to be the least convoluted thing in your story, Obi-Wan."

He laughs, because it's true. "I'm first in line to inherit the title, since Rael denounced his claim. Nim isn't interested, and Qui-Gon's dead, so... I'm next."

Cody makes a face. "Delightful. I'm guessing that's not a connection we can safely make use of."

"No more than the Kryze or Naberries, I'm afraid." Obi-Wan claps him on the shoulder. "Chin up, I've plenty others in the metaphorical rolodex, all far less legitimate and far more amenable to work with our little outfit."

"Rolodex, really?" Cody snorts. "You're not that old."

Obi-Wan smiles winningly. "You don't know how old I am, Cody. All my IDs are fake."

"Anakin's twenty-four, and you're sixteen years older than him, going by the story you just told me," Cody points out. "I do know how to do basic math, Obi-Wan."

"I had to try," Obi-Wan admits. "I threw a lot of information at you all at once; I'd hoped you missed some of the ages in there."

"I have eight brothers," Cody scoffs. "And literally dozens of cousins, plus niblings, uncles, aunts, and so on. I have experience on this."

"If I asked you to list of the age of every single relative you have, you'd be able to do it?"

"Do you want me to draw a chart? I can draw a chart."

Obi-Wan can't help but laugh. "I'd be delighted, my dear."

Cody rolls his eyes, but Obi-Wan thinks--it's hard to tell in the dimmed lights of the closed bar--that there's a hint of a blush on the man's face. Obi-Wan lets himself slouch to the side, drops his head to rest on one fist, indolent debauchery in every line of his body. Cody does his best to ignore him, but Obi-Wan knows how to smile lazily and blink slowly and draw a man in.

(The whole 'indolent debauchery in every line of his body' phrasing is Anakin's, from back when he was a teenager trying to read highbrow literature to impress a cute girl... and to come up with new insults for his older brother.)

"So," Cody says, with a cough meant to somehow distract Obi-Wan from whatever's showing on the man's face. "Why, uh, why is your grandfather on terrorist watchlists?"

"Well, he didn't initially do anything," Obi-Wan says. "He was just a gay man who didn't hide it quite well enough, and had too much money and too white a face for someone to just call the cops on a faulty report. The Red Scare was technically over by that point, I think, but if a few people made suggestions that he was more loyal to the country that gave him a noble title than to the United States... he received a few warnings, of course, and it could have all blown over..."

"But?"

"But my grandfather is not a man to do things by halves, and instead decided that if the government was to list him as a threat, then he would oblige and make himself a threat," Obi-Wan finishes. "Living up to their labels, rolling with the assumptions, whatever you'd like to call it. It all irked him, and so he made some incredibly questionable decisions to make the government's lives harder. Some weren't bad, like donating to anti-war foundations that were protesting the Gulf War and the interventions in Yugoslavia, that sort of thing, and some were... nobody really looks well on gunrunning, you know."

"For fuck's sake..."

"Indeed," Obi-Wan chuckles. "Ironically, he has minimal opinion on the optimal form of economics, for all that virulent xenophobia and the remnants of anti-communism were involved in the whole mess. He just wanted to create problems for the people that were causing him problems."

Cody shakes his head. "I want to judge that, but you've met my father."

"Jango Fett is, indeed, also not a man to do things by halves," Obi-Wan agrees, attempting to nod gravely but breaking into a smile at the end. "That man is absurd."

"At least he's not dragging Boba into it anymore," Cody mutters. He drags over the fresh sheet of paper and pen that Obi-Wan offers him. "Okay, right, let's start with Jaster..."

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chocominnie · 3 years

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One Last Time 02 — Pjm. (M)

⇢ pairing: Jimin X Reader

⇢ Genre: Idol!Jimin, Exbf!Jimin, model!reader, sad au, fluff, tons of smut, angst

⇢ Synopsis: Your idol ex boyfriend Jimin cheated on you. You two have been broken up for a while now and the media has been keeping track of you and him. You’re trying to get over him, but the things that happen inbetween makes you re-think the entire breakup, and so does Jimin…

⇢ Song : xxxxx

⇢ Previous : 00 01

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⇢ Warnings: dominant jimin, makeout sessions, this is honestly a sad angsty au, cheating, pregnancy, unprotected and protected sex, a bunch of sex, no really a LOT of sexual themes too, I know I’m forgetting some but sorry in advance!

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⇢ Authors note: This is my mini series for the summer! Get your tissues, things to take your anger out on, and sit back and watch the drama unfold. Shall we begin?

Your eyes shoot open, chest heaving heavily as you let out a blood curdling scream. Not this again. The same dream over and over again each night. It leaves you sleepless. The time on the clock on your nightstand reads 3:04 am. Just only four hours ago is when you fell asleep. But a full night’s sleep hasn’t happened for a year so why would it matter anyways.

Once you catch your breath you unplug your phone from the charger and read some of the notifications. From your window, the night-time critters sing their songs along with the persistant owl that’s somewhere around the apartment complex. You’d only noticed him, the owl, just a few months ago when your cat started meowing with his hoots.

A missed call from your uncle.

Immediately you unlock your phone and dial the number. Bringing your index finger to your mouth you gently nip on it waiting for it to answer, The rings are agonizing to you. If something has happened you only wish and pray it wasn’t as bad as you think. He’s the only parental figure left in your life.

‘‘ Princess! Hello I was just calling to speak to you earlier. But I realized you are five hours ahead of me and you had probably went to sleep.’‘

His soothing voice calms your emotions making you let out a tiny breath of air. Thank god.

‘’Hey Charlie.” You sigh. Looking towards your left, you spot Clara purring quietly next to you. You can’t help but to smile while bringing a hand over to rub her head with your thumb. She’s so small under the shining moonlight from your window.

Her white coat shines brightly amongst her, making you remember the first night you had brought her home. All she did was sleep, and it worried you because you had no prior expierence caring for anything, let alone a small animal. Clara only drank kitten milk and slept back then. Occasionally being awake enough to nip at your fingers whenever you pet or touched her.

Now she’s a bit bigger and walks around the apartment like she owns the place. Quite the little attitude she has, but its too damn cute for you to scold her whenever she does something wrong.

“ Yes I did fall asleep from after a gathering at someone’s house.’’ You continue on, bringing your knees to your chest after opening the curtain of your window fully.

The moons brightness illuminates the entire room, but not so bright for you to complain though. ‘’ Oh- was it Jimin’s? Tell him I said hell-’’

You bite your lip hard at his name. He doesn’t know and you wont even dare to let him know. Knowing him, your uncle would have a fit and oppose to come back to Seoul to ‘set the record straight.’ to Jimin. That’s the last thing you want to do, cause trouble.

‘‘ It was his brother’s house warming party.” You say, lowering your tone in your voice. You look at the nightstand for a couple of seconds just before opening the top drawer of the wooden, polished piece. Your hands shakily pull out a picture of you two together.

It was taken at Marne-la-Vallée, France right infront of Cinderella’s castle. That was the day that you and Jimin had to went to Disneyland in Paris, France. You cant help but to think, with the picture in hand, that it was one of the best nights ever. It was also the same night your virginity was taken.

‘‘ Oh.. I know that tone. Are you two arguing at the moment.”

You shrug, “ I mean you could say that.’’

No you cant.

‘‘ Alright alright I won’t talk more of him. Let’s change the subject.” He chuckles deeply into the phone.

‘‘ How’s Europe? Anything new happening on base?”

‘‘ Same old Same old. It’s been what? 2 years since I’ve left Seoul? The food is different over here. They don’t have kimchi pancakes sadly.”

You can only imagine the frowny face he makes at you whenever he doesn’t approve or like something. It always turns out to be funny.

You giggle into the phone shaking your head slightly, “ Of course. You are in Europe Charlie. Where are you getting food from anyway if you are on base?’’

‘‘ I can go off base to a certain mileage when I am off duty. I just have to report back in time. But you do know that you can always come live on base with me...’ He trails off.

Oh boy. Here he goes. He’s always talking about moving you on base with him. Hell, he’s been talking about it since before he had to go to be based in Europe. By then you were twenty years old and old enough to live by yourself. Growing up in Daegu, Korea since you were six, you felt as if Korea was home to you and you definately weren’t ready to leave yet.

Especially, after losing your parents here. Around eight years old, your aunt and mother were on the way to pick up your father from the airport. With your mom and dad also being military and based in Korea with your dad’s bestfriend, your uncle Charlie, your father had been called to take military leave to go and be based in Korea for the National Guard.

On the way back from the airport, a drunk driver had struck the car knocking them off the road and colliding head first into the railing of the bridge. All bodies were reported dead upon collision, including your aunt. Charlie didn’t take the news well at all, and so did you. Only eight years old and still a bit new to a foreign country. It was devistating for you and Charlie. Charlie did what was right and stepped up to be your legal guardian while taking some time off from the military. Till this day, he treats you like his sacred little daughter and you can’t ask for anyone better than him.

“You are old enough to live on your own and housing is avail-”

You jump at his voice on the line again, being too spaced out from the tragic memory. Before he can go on any longer you cut him off. ‘‘ Im fine with the apartment you left me. Im paying the bills on time and taking good care of it.”

‘‘ Alright fine. But that option is always available you hear me? I will always be ready for you to come with me.’’

‘‘ Okay Charlie” You groan.

‘‘ Alright.. sweetie it’s getting late on this side and it’s already 3 am on your side. Get some sleep okay? Don’t you have a model shoot thingy or something? You have those a lot.’‘

‘‘ Yes i actually do in a couple of hours. It’s been a while since I’ve did a shoot. Please eat and sleep well. Don’t injure yourself.’‘

‘‘ I promise. You promise to do the same right?’‘ He says, rustling movements are in the background.

‘‘ Yes I promise. Good night sleep tight..’‘ You smile as you wait for him to finish the rest.

He chuckles one last time on the other end, ‘‘I’ll always love you, goodnight‘’

Beep Beep Beep

You in a racy light pink lingerie with white duvets and sheets is the concept of your comeback. It’s supposed to symbolize the “Night After’’. Camera’s click and directors yell and praise you in your subtle yet damaging moves and facial expressions. You want.. no need for this comeback to be successful. Not only did your manager schedule this, but she is making sure that they release this same very day.

Nobody in this company’s industry has ever did this before. But you, you are sort of the special one. The special foreigner as they say. It’s not like you don’t like it but you don’t like that they label you as that. Stylists, employee’s hell even anybody who works there treat you as a princess. It’s not bad, but it’s just weird.

‘‘ One last one. Give me a sexy yet innocent look mama.’‘ Elliot, the director says, smiling wide at you.

You slip a finger into your mouth and do a little pout with your lips.

Elliot busts out into a roar of happiness with his hands clapping furiously. ‘‘That’s it mama yes! That’s just what we needed!’‘

Adjusting his microphone earpiece, he turns around to greet and thank everyone, ‘‘ Alright everybody this concludes our shooting! You all worked so hard today. Make it home safe, eat well.’‘

Finally. You sigh out in relief and close your eyes. It’s been a long day. Almost 6 hours of shooting. Three Videos, and five swap outfits for each session of shooting for the ‘’ Night After’’. As everyone heads out and starts cleaning up you bow your head slightly and thank them.

A stylist brings you a satin robe to cover yourself in. You thank her and put it on just before getting up from the bed and walking towards wardrobe. Once you are done putting on your clothes, your manager leads you straight out the exit. Outside awaits the car that drives you everywhere. Literally everywhere.

‘‘ Tomorrow somebody has put in a special request for you to appear as the main lead girl in their music video. It’s short notice and I told them I would have to bump some things around and notify you. But they are paying us and you good money to be in it.’‘

Money? Sounds like a plan.

‘‘ It’s fine. Who am I shooting for?’‘ You say, fluffing your hair just a little while inspecting yourself in the rear view mirror.

Your makeup is still intact with no ruins and the contacts they had given you suited you very well. A hazel with a slight bit of teal. Suddenly the car moves off into the busy streets of Seoul. You can’t help but to notice every couple that walks along the sidewalks. They seem so happy, glad to be around each other.

On the floor of the car lies your little mini backpack filled with all of your items and belongings. Picking it up, you begin to dig through it looking for some hand lotion to soothe your semi-dry hands. Once you find it you gently start to squeeze the tube.

‘‘ Kim Namjoon.’‘

You freeze. Namjoon? The same Namjoon from the group? Joonie? It’s been well… a year since you’ve seen him in person. Hell since you’ve seen all of Bangtan Sonyeondan together. Except for lastnight when Hoseok and.. that guy showed up.

You sigh already knowing the answer from the question you are about to ask.

‘‘ From…?’‘ You ask then put the lotion back in your bag. Slowly you rub your hands together to moisturize.

Your manager quickly flips through the daily planner, ‘‘ Bangtan Sonyeodan but this is for one of his mixtape songs.’‘

Thank goodness.

‘‘ That’s fine. What time will the car be arriving tomorrow?’‘

‘‘ 8 am on the dot. You need to be there by 8:30. I’ll be tending to one of my other models tomorrow so you will be alone. I can send som-’‘

‘‘ No no it’s truly okay. I know how to manage things myself. Besides, I learn from you.’‘ You reassure her with one of your winning smiles, laying your head on her shoulder.

‘‘ Aigoo what am I going to do with you?’‘

The day ends very well. The movies you’ve been watching have kept you occupied. But not occupied enough for you to keep crying at all the sad parts in the chick flicks. Breakups, someone had died, someone had even just spilled something onto the floor and that was enough to send you into tears.Only because when the main lead boy rushed to help clean it up, it reminded you of Jimin last-night helping Isabel.

‘’What is going on with myself.’’ You blow your nose into a tissue for what seemed like the thousandth time today. Clara lets out one of her meows beside you then goes back to grooming herself.

You place her onto your lap and begin to run your fingers through her fur over and over again. Such a soothing effect to you as you stare into space sulking in your thoughts.

Why is it that you weren’t enough for him? Why is it that every single little thing reminds you of him? You gave him your all and he gave you his but what happened? Where did you go wrong? Cooked, cleaned, satisfied his needs. You guys had even started to plan out what you wanted out of a family. When you wanted a baby and what you would name it. It was fun. The whole relationship was fun. Right until that scandal.

Ding.. Ding.. Ding.. DI-

You unlock your phone immediately to stop that annoying dinging noise. Not surprisingly it’s a text from Jeon Jungkook.

Kookie : Im coming over I’ll be there in exactly 3 minutes.

Kookie: Don’t think about leaving either.

Kookie: Im bringing someone with me.

Kookie: We need to have a serious talk babycheeks.

You roll your eyes at the nickname he’s given you. No matter how many times you tell him you want him to change it, he declines. There’s no point in asking anymore.

Why would he want to talk anyways and who is the person he’s bringing. Eh.. it might just be Ryan they seem to do everything together as a team.

As soon as you step foot out of your bed the sound the door clicking makes your head shoot up. How in the living hell does he know the password to your house? Rage takes over you. That’s something that you hate. When people invade your personal space. In this case, personal home.

‘‘ Jeon fucking Jungkook!’‘ You scream, abruptly stomping your feet all the way to and out your bedroom door. Suddenly you stop at the sight of the two faces staring back at you.

Jungkook’s expression holds a concerned yet upset face while the other just stands there calm and cool. But you on the other hand are way besides that level.

Your eyes must be filled with rage and the expression on your face is no good. How dare he disrespect you like that? Bringing him into your home, knowing the bad blood between you two. Oh, they both have something coming towards them. You begin to walk to them again making each step make the floor shake.

‘‘ Get out. Both of you. One you invade my personal private home..’‘

You grab both boys by their collars, making sure to grip the one on the right’s harder than usual. ‘‘ Two, you fucking invite him over here.’‘ You drag each of them towards the exit. Which is going good until Jungkook rips your hands away from his shirt and takes you over his shoulder.

You’ve had enough of him and his invasive ways. Pounding on his back with your fists, you make sure to scream into his ear. “ Put me the fuck down Jeon Jungko-”

You hiss at the stinging sensation on your ass. Did he just? Jimin stands there awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck. You make sure to make eye contact with him and roll your eyes. Something that always had and will piss him off.

‘‘ Hush. I told you all of us needed to have a deep talk about you.’‘

Jungkook plops your frail body onto one side of the couch in which he sits next to you. He motions for Jimin to come sit across from the both of you but you aren’t having it.

‘‘ Don’t you do it.” You glare at him. Jungkook sighs harshly only to pluck your forehead two times. You whine and rub it with your index and middle finger.

Jungkook shakes his head in disapproval, ‘‘ When are you ever going to learn? Jimin sit down now.”

‘‘ Truthfully.. I feel as though I shouldn’t be here so-”

“ Good. Get out you are unwanted.” You snap back causing him to give you one of his long stares with no facial expression at all.

Jungkook glares at you just before getting up to throw his hands in the air full of disappointment. “ Enough! “

Yelling. Something else you don’t like to hear being done at yourself. You finally sit still and quite avoiding any eye contact with the both of them.

He sits back down and clears his throat. Jungkook gives Jimin a look before continuing on.

‘‘ I gathered us here to talk about you..”

‘‘ Why. Im fine. How many times do I have to say it. Im fine im fine im fine im fucking fine!’‘ You exclaim, getting more mad by the second. When will people accept this?

‘‘ Baby.. ’‘

Your eyes shoot up to him and his soft voice. You didn’t want to but you did because his voice to you is like candy that melts into your mouth.

‘‘ Don’t call me that. You have a girlfriend at-least be loyal to her rather than what you did to me.’‘

‘‘ Fuck is anybody going to just sit here and listen? Can we at-least get to the source of the problem? Huh?’‘ Jungkook leans back into the couch clearly pissed by your attitude.

Jimin’s the first to speak and holds a firm eye contact with you, almost daring you to break away from it.

‘‘ Fine. Im just going to cut straight to it then. Why are you so jealous? You aren’t okay at all. I seen the way you looked at us yesterday. You wanted to break down so bad but you didn’t. It looks like you’ve been dropping weight day by day why aren’t you eating well?’’

You’re taken a-back by his jealous comment. Although you are you just cannot admit it. You are jealous. You do want him back. You cant bear to see him with another girl but you. But the fact that Jimin is concerned makes you really hope. Just hope that there is something left of you still in his heart.

‘‘ Jealous? Jealous tuh.” You scoff, leaning into Jungkook’s arms where you rest his head on your chest. You only do this just to see Jimin’s reaction and by the look on his face he doesn’t enjoy that move one bit.

‘‘ Yes jealous. I mean why else would you put almond extra-

‘‘ Woah. No need to go there. We established that it was a so called accident lastnight.” Jungkook does finger quotes into the air and looks down at you.

You lift your head up and furrow your eyebrows in annoyance, “ So called? So you really believe that I did it on purpose. Wow Jungkook. Escort yourself out.’’

He sighs, wrapping his arms around you securly in hopes of you settling down a little, “ Honestly it’s not like that. I wasn’t there to see you bake them nor was I watching her eat it. Im just saying that you knew Jimin was coming and obviously his girlfriend was going to come too. It’s a little sketchy is all.”

There’s no fixing what he said. Him adding onto his explanation just made things sound worse than what he’s trying to say. You don’t have time to be ganged up on, nor like it at all. It’s best if they both just leave, to not turn nothing into something.

‘‘ Get out. Now. Before I call and tell Ryan what you said and then she’ll definitely deal with you.’‘ You say, removing yourself from off of him and onto the other side of the couch with your legs crossed.

Mad isn’t even the word to describe yourself right now. You’re just a mixture of all emotions.

Jungkook now looks of sorriness written all over his face. You bite your lip and shake your head while pointing towards the door. He sighs heavily and takes one last look at you while removing himself from the couch. You watch him slip on his coat and shoes.

Jimin gets up from his spot on the couch, ‘‘ I’ll be leav-”

‘‘ Sit down we aren’t done talking.”

He looks at you with his eyebrows furrowed, sitting back down slowly.

Jungkook keeps his head down as he wraps his blue scarf around his neck. Poor baby, but he shouldn’t of said it. “Please better yourself and talk it out with each-other. Im leaving.”

‘‘ Make it home safely.. Kookie.” You sigh once the door closes behind him. Now you’re here. Face to face with Park Jimin.

The same Jimin who cheated on you. The same Jimin you haven’t seen in a while. You take a few moments to take in his appearance. He seems to have re-gained his muscles that are peaking through his black, longsleeve shirt. His thighs are still thick, just like his luscious lips. Of course he changed his hair color to black. But who knows, he might change it again.

‘‘ You’ve been doing well?’‘ You say, voice low but enough for him to hear. You drop your eyes to your lap instead of keeping intact with his.

‘‘ Yes. But you have not. Im disappointed in you. Why are you doing this to yourself? Don’t do this because of me.”

‘‘ Jimin you don’t know the feeling. You don’t know how it feels to be left wondering why you weren’t good enough for someone. Why they had cheated on you. You don’t understand at all and wont ever.’‘ Your voice cracks on the last sentence and you an feel the lump in your throat become sore.

He bites his lip unsure of what to say next. Those words had hit him good inside. ‘‘ Im sorry. I truly am. But you know the reason why we had to end it. I fucked up bad and the media was making the scandal bigger and messier day by day. It was better to just call it off.’‘

One by one your tears start to drop. You nose begins it’s running trip but you sniffle it back up.

‘‘ You could of denied it. You know you could of made a statement and denied it. But you felt something for her didn’t you? Didn’t you?’‘ You semi-yell, sobs already starting to take it’s way over.

He bites his lip once again and ruffles his fingers through his hair, “ Baby..’’

You wipe your tears with your hands making your face even more puffy from the crying. “ I am jealous. I am I admit it Jimin. But do you know i have been suffering for one year and two months? I can’t sleep at night because im so used to your touch at night. I look at every couple in Seoul and think to myself, Dang they seem so happy. What’s their secret?’’

Jimin sits up, making eye contact with you with tears welling up into his eyes. It hurt’s you more than yourself to see him crying. It always has.

‘‘ Please don’t do that. Don’t do this to yourself. Please get help from someone to try and move on. Please. I don’t like to see or hear you make yourself suffer.’ He begs, getting up from his seat and coming towards you.

Jimin sits next to you, hesitantly opening his arms up to you. Would it be wrong to embrace him? He’s being too sincere, but thats what you want right? You decide to just do it, and lean into him only for him to pull you in closer into his chest.You just lay there crying and sobbing while he runs his fingers through your hair. You shouldn’t be doing this. He has a girlfriend. But it feels so right.

‘‘ What does she have that I don’t? Why couldn’t you love me the same way you love her “ You cry into his chest, soaking his shirt with your tears.

You’d been waiting for this moment to just let it out. Let everything out.

‘’ Please don’t make this harder than what it is right now. Just try and forget me and move on. Please.” Hypocritcal. How does he expect you to get over him when he’s the one whos holding you so tight right now. Soon enough his sniffles join yours in harmony.

You raise your head up and look him deep into the eyes while you wipe away his tears, “ Don’t cry Jimin. I’m the one supposed to be crying over you. Don’t cry.’’

He takes your hand away from his face and wraps his fist ontop of yours, “Please promise me you will move on okay?’’

You shake your head no, “ I can’t make that promise.”

He doesn’t say anything. He gently cradles you in his arms and lifts you up. You don’t think to where he is going. You just close your eyes and grab onto his shirt firmly not wanting to let go.

Soon enough you feel the cold sheets over your bed. He covers you in the duvet and leans down to your forehead. A kiss. Your fist is still locked onto his shirt in which he tries to pry it away but you don’t want to let him go. He sighs and raises his arms up as he takes off the shirt revealing an extra plain white wife beater under it. Taking your other hand, he wraps your hand into another fist onto the shirt to where both of your hands are holding onto it.

‘‘ Please better yourself for me baby. Sleep and eat well. “

Is all he says before turning off the lights and walking out your bedroom door. You can hear him putting on and zipping up his heavy coat but you just don’t make a sound.

The apartment door clicks and beeps letting you know he’s already gone.

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dove. (frankie morales)

chapter i. previous.

pairing: frankie morales x ofc (’dove’) no use of y/n.

warnings: mention of ptsd/military service, language, violence, brief mention of torture/kidnapping, injury detail, fighting.

summary: frankie was going to propose, until dove found the ring and ghosted. even santi can’t track her down.

rating: mature. wc: 1.6k

Dove was a nickname coined by an old general during her training. He was a traditional man, though not disrespectful. It was a term of endearment that probably softened the influx of powerful women breaching into the male territory. He’d drawled, ‘I ought to call you Dove – I ain’t never seen a girl so swift, yet so fuckin’ lethal.’ She kept the boys in line too, he’d noted. When Benny got too reckless, or Tom’s temper ran away with him, she was the first to snap them out of it. In environments where peace was a very distant concept, she played the peacekeeper.

One time, during a two-month deployment in Nigeria, the group was shoved in the back of an ancient pick-up truck for six hours. Dove was wedged between Will and Frankie, sweltering in the humid air. The stale smell of sweat mixed with blood and diesel was permeating the air, and they were three hours from the nearest checkpoint. To pass the time, she asked them what they’d do if they weren’t special forces.

That was easy for Will – he’d be a teacher of some kind. Benny waffled about sports, making some brash comment about how he’s got to channel all his aggression somewhere. Tom and Santi couldn’t come up with anything that suited them more than the forces, which was not surprising. Frankie would still be a pilot somehow. Dove had never seen him more comfortable than in the pilot’s chair.

Dove dreamed of owning her own bar or café, somewhere relaxed and laid-back. A beach perhaps, somewhere quaint and peaceful, where the air is warm well into the late evening and the waves are gentle, collapsing onto the sand like white noise. She imagined the hum of conversation meeting tinkling music, beach lanterns dotted around the decking to cast an ambient glow beneath the stars. Maybe a chef on weekends could make bar snacks. Tom had snorted at that, throwing a jab about how she can burn the water they use to make their dried food sachets.

The men had recalled this conversation, desperately trying to fathom where Dove might have taken off to. It was met with an aching nostalgia for the type of teammate she was too. That conversation had been a tactic, a peaceful one, to prevent the terrible concoction of adrenaline, exhaustion and heat forming an argument in that truck. She was a natural tactician as well as a good friend.

Frankie had recounted each country they had been stationed and exactly how Dove had felt about them. She had loved Argentina, even when she got shot and Will spent three hours with his finger crammed in the wound to stop the bleeding. But she also liked Jamaica, Brazil and Hawaii. None of their contacts in the forces had any trace of her, not even Santi’s in South America. Her family were none the wiser – they brushed it off, her dad mumbling something about it sounding like her usual antics.

All he had was a scribbled note that read, ‘I need space. I’m safe. I love you.’ It was folded neatly in his wallet, like he was carrying the last piece of her that he had.

Mexico. That was where she was. A small town on the West coast that had enough life to keep her occupied, and the guarantee of anonymity.

If people asked, she was a retired nurse, which wasn’t entirely untrue. She told them she spent a lot of her career in humanitarian aid, to explain the occasional jitters on a rowdy Friday night and the nasty scars. There was a particularly gruesome one leading from the base of her throat up to her bottom lip from a knife fight. She told them it was shrapnel, flung from a collapsing building, and she was lucky it didn’t catch her jugular. The locals had gasped in awe at her heroism. She’d flinched against the memory of how her own knife buried into her attacker’s throat instead.

A few days into her move, Dove had found what could only be considered a derelict shed on the beachfront. It was probably the remains of an old boathouse. With some help from the locals, she had restored the ageing planks of wood. What was spare formed the bar and some rustic furniture. She pieced together a jumble of second-hand bar stools, chairs and lanterns that made for an eclectic combination. It had character and history in its walls, rather than some swanky, expensive build devoid of any personality. It was exactly what she had dreamed of, huddled in hypothermic temperatures or insomniac in her cot at base, sleep beyond her reach.

It didn’t change the fact that every time she entered her bedroom, the old polaroid of Frankie pinned to the wall hits her like a ton of bricks. Frankie knows she took it – it was pinned to the fridge at their home before she left. It’s quintessential Frankie, sat with his arms folded to his chest, biceps straining slightly against an old denim shirt that was getting a little too snug post-retirement. It was at a barbecue, his skin tanned and flushed from a day in the sun drinking, tousled hair peeking out from the sides of a dog-eared cap. Every time Dove glances at it, she wonders if he still has that hat.

‘Of course he has,’ the voice in her head snaps back. Any piece of clothing she’d suggest replacing would be countered with, ‘over my dead body’. The man was sentimental, a little too attached to his home comforts. She’d also bought it him in a seedy gift shop in the middle of nowhere as a joke.

“To add some variety,” she’d said. He would never let it go now.

Once, Veronica had eyed the photograph on her mirror and asked, “Who is he then? An ex?”

Veronica, or Roni for short, had lived in the town her whole life until university. When she graduated and moved home to save money, she needed a job. Dove needed a friend, so she took her on as a bartender. She was young and giddy, but harmless. More importantly, she was too self-absorbed to notice or even care that her thirty-something year old boss had bullet holes in her back.

“Something like that.” Dove had replied, rifling through her sorry excuse for a makeup bag. She’d closed the bar early to have a rare night off in the next town over, which had considerably livelier nightlife.

“You never talk about relationships. Or men.’ Roni observed, peering over Dove’s shoulder to eye another photograph. It was a group picture of the boys, huddled in the same fraying booth in their favourite bar back in Florida. “Looks like you were spoilt for choice.”

Dove scoffed, meeting her friend’s twinkling gaze in the mirror. “Shut your mouth. They were friends from work.”

“Were? Does that mean you can’t set me up now?”

“They’re almost twice your age. You’d tire ‘em out.” Dove set down the lip-gloss she dragged out for special occasions. “Come on, I’m not getting any younger either. It’s already passed my bedtime.”

Thankfully, that was enough to amuse the younger girl into linking her arm and hauling her out the door to the taxi, no more questions asked.

The hollering of spectators and thudding of skin slapping against the mat was reduced to a distant buzzing in Frankie’s ears. It was dimmed by the incessant ramblings of Santiago and Tom, discussing the files Santi had put together on Lorea. He could feel the reawakening of his rusty military senses as he follows the familiar tactics, mentally registering his agreement or noting what he might do differently. He doesn’t vocalise it though, because he hasn’t even agreed yet. Joining the debate would inadvertently signal his agreement. He didn’t want that.

There was a shadow lingering in the space on the bench beside him. It was an empty presence, not Will, who was hooked on the cage of the ring yelling encouragement to his brother. Not Benny, thumping his leather gloves together with his teeth pulled harshly over his mouthguard, judging his competitor with a predatory glint in his eye.

The opponent was a monster, but he lumbered like his limbs were filled with lead. Frankie notes that Benny, nimble and tall, will have a breeze tiring him out. Dove would have joked that it wasn’t worth coming, that they’ll be sat here until their asses are numb watching Benny play cat and mouse. His chest twinges. Sometimes it’s too easy to remember what she’d do, what she’d say. He wished he knew what she’d make of Santiago’s proposition. She always saw through Pope’s glamourisation and Tom’s greed.

What Frankie misses while he observes his pitiful surroundings is Tom and Santi descending into a hushed conversation. Tom nudges Santi, “You got anything on Dove?”

Santi sighs, long and solemn, “Maybe.” As Tom’s face quirks in interest, he holds up his finger, “It’s just a hunch.”

“A hunch is better than what we’ve had in the last year.”

Santi takes a sip of his beer, casting a glance at Fish, whose eyes are trained on the floor and the swirling contents of his cup. He knows him well enough to know his thoughts are the only thing that have his attention.

“I worry about him. We all do.” Tom whispers. “Getting busted just made things worse.”

“Don’t get his hopes up, man. It’s nothing solid. It’ll crush him if I’m wrong.” Tom nods solemnly before Santi continues, “A friend of mine saw an ex-Delta in a bar, a woman. He knew ‘cause of a tattoo she had on the nape of her neck.”

Tom’s eyes widen. In front of them, Benny lands a sickening punch on his opponent’s nose, complimented by an audible crack. He’s barely breaking a sweat, dancing around as the guy heaves and stumbles forward.

Santi’s gaze doesn’t break from the ring. “Mexico. I think she’s in Mexico.”

#Frankie Morales #frankie morales x reader #triple frontier imagine #frankie morales imagine #triple frontier fic #francisco morales #Triple Frontier #frankie catfish morales #Frankie morales fic #Frankie Morales x OFC #Pedro Pascal #pedro pascal fic #pedro pascal fanfiction #benny miller #will miller #Santiago Garcia #santiago pope garcia #ben miller #dove fic

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Dorothy Freeman facts

By facts I of course mean headcanons, because Nile's mom doesn't get a first name in canon (or even confirmation that her last name is Freeman). All we know about her is the picture on Nile's phone lock screen (which is Kiki Layne's real-life mom and brother!) and a few lines that Nile tells Andy about her. I’ve been collecting my Dorothy headcanons for a while now to eventually make a post, and @mprosperossprite‘s excellent post giving non-Americans context for what it means that Nile is from the South Side of Chicago prompted me to go ahead and share this. Disclaimer that I’m white and I will absolutely make corrections if it’s pointed out that I’ve caused harm with any of this.

So here have some fun facts about the version of Mama Freeman who lives in my head rent-free:

Her family and growing up:

she was born in the mid-'60s and named after Dorothy Dandridge

I can’t decide whether she was born in Chicago or moved there later on (maybe with Nile’s dad?) and when in the waves of the Great Migration her family left the South

she came of age in the "post"-Civil Rights movement and went to college in the mid-80s when a lot of what are now the foundational classics of Black feminism were being written

she was a young adult when Anita Hill risked so much to report that a Supreme Court nominee had sexually harassed her, and as a result she HATES Joe Biden

Marriage and babies:

she met Nile's father — I can’t decide how they met and I have two competing headcanons for his name, either Gideon for the hefty Biblical masculinity vibes (Giddy for short among family, that man loved to laugh) or Carl, which started out as a shitty Carl’s Jr burger chain joke that turns out to be perfect (it means free man!), and @knoepfchen used it in the sequel to if you do take a thief where Carl is alive!! — and Dorothy was a little skeptical of his near-religious devotion to the military but he was really hot and really devoted to her and they made it work

she's a little pissed that she was right but it's unbearable if she thinks about it too often

it's going to be a long, long time before she can look back on pictures of Baby Nile stomping around the house in her dad's combat boots (this is a Gina Prince Bythewood headcanon, whyyyyyyyy can I not find a link to where she said this)

she named their second baby Indus, Indy for short (this is nearly as established fanon in Book of Nile circles as how much Booker loves eating pussy, and Indy Freeman as a young adult is portrayed by either Aldis Hodge or John Boyega I don’t make the rules)

Work:

Dorothy did some office jobs but nothing really grabbed her, and she was probably gonna have to move for her husband's career, so she decided on teaching — high school humanities

she’s been active in CTU (one of the strongest teacher’s unions in the US) her whole career and one year she was on the bargaining committee and her babies know damn well never to trust a boss, not even one who says all the right things — if she ever finds out the way Nile said "like Quynh?" when Andy promised to protect her, she will lose her mind with pride

(Nile was 18 and freshly graduated from high school in 2012 when CTU went on strike for the first time in a generation and she brought her mom snacks on the picket line)

one of her very favorite things is getting her students to laugh despite themselves at her "oh my GOD you're so EMBARRASSING" old-people jokes

she's one of those teachers who can get 30+ teenagers to go dead silent with judicious application of body language

she's known to occasionally go easy on grading subjective things like essays when she knows students are having a particularly rough time at home, but the second she gets the feeling they're taking advantage and not trying their best that shit is over and they better mind their Ps & Qs

she's the kind of person who says old-people shit like that

she gives her students assignments like "help 5 neighbors register to vote" and "write a compare/contrast table about the candidates in this local election" and "research 5 different ways you could get grant money to do X" and other practical civic-minded shit

standardized testing is her supervillain origin story, just kidding it’s Rahm Emanuel, why the fuck did Obama trust that asshole

After her husband died:

she would have lost her goddamn mind if it weren't for her church friends after her husband died, people from the church raised money so they could make ends meet while his pension paperwork was taking forever, church friends watched Indy so Nile could go out for the soccer team, etc etc

she sold her and her late husband's house and moved to a 3-bedroom co-op unit when Nile started high school, it's more affordable and it meant she didn't have to worry about household repairs in the same way, she can use a wrench if she needs to but she doesn't have time and it just makes her grief flare up (co-op housing has a long history in Chicago and other US cities (like Washington DC where I live) as a way for Black people to access decent, affordable housing in the face of entrenched discrimination)

the move meant putting a longer commute between her and church, but she didn't even bother looking for a church closer to their new home, she loaded the kids into the car on the weekends, parking is hell in their new neighborhood but it's worth giving up a hard-won parking spot to not have to wait so long for the L on Sunday mornings

Indy lived with her through college and he was gearing up to get his own place when Nile died, Dorothy was planning to move into a one-bedroom in the co-op building because she doesn't need so much space anymore, Indy took a day off from his new job (not so new anymore, her baby's so grown!) to help her sort things to donate when those dress-uniform Marines came to their door

part of her wishes she could've been home more and not had to rely on Nile so much for help with Indy, but he's turned out such a kind young man, and he's a much better cook than his sister is (was, oh God — no wait, is! she’s alive! what do you mean you’ve been alive all this time??)

some of the girls from church are encouraging her to check out this social dancing thing, nobody's pressuring her to date but there's definitely been some ribbing, and with Indy out of the house... maybe? probably not, but maybe

Her feelings and beliefs and likes and dislikes:

she's an absolute badass and also she's a soft human woman with lots of feelings

she's very, very traditional in some ways, and part of her mixed feelings about Nile following in her dad's footsteps is gender stuff, she's proud of her daughter and would never stand in the way of what Nile wants to do with her life, and if Nile came home and told her she's a lesbian she would never reject her, but if Nile came home and told her she's bisexual maybe she can just try focusing on men? “I love you sweetheart and I want you to be happy I just know how hard it is already for us in this world” type shit

she has been on team natural hair basically her entire life and one of the worst fights she and Nile ever had was over Nile wanting to straighten her hair as a pre-teen

Indy takes more after her and Nile takes more after their dad, she's so proud of both of them, but Dorothy's activism was mostly wearing her natural hair to work and daring bosses to give her shit, Indy's out there marching in the streets like her parents had and she WORRIES

she teases Indy for going to so many protests like he's using it as an excuse to meet girls, but she WORRIES

when she turns 60, she gets box braids with streaks of dark purple, subtle enough that it's still work-appropriate but it makes her smile, she may be old now but damnit she’s still pretty!

she loves Grey's Anatomy and Star Trek and she watched Bridgerton all in one day

she has a dirty-old-lady celebrity crush on Chris Hemsworth

if she's ever masturbated thinking about Donna Summer, well, that's nobody's business but her own (do non-Americans know about the queen of disco??)

If you want to read fic featuring Dorothy:

I won't have to leave alone, 1000 words, Nile has a nightmare and decides to go tell her family she's immortal

I See Your Eyes Seek a Distant Shore, 65k, Nile adjusts to immortality and does a lot of soul searching about what it means to "do what we think is right", Booker goes to grad school for trauma studies, the working title of this fic was Booker Reads Edward Said and Gloria Anzaldúa and Goes Down on Nile and the final product has an annotated bibliography in the author's notes if you’re into that kind of thing, a lot of my Dorothy Freeman headcanons were born of my process writing this

Gather round the table, we'll give you a treat, 2279 words, college AU, Nile brings her Jewish boyfriend home for Christmas

a contribution I made to Shitty Old Guard Deaths: (Booker, USA, 2025, cause of death: a mother’s righteous wrath)

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Maybe in Another Life - Dean x fem!reader part 4

In this universe, Chuck had won, Dean, Sam, and (Y/N) were the only ones left. They must find another reality to live so they can find a way to bring back their own. But after getting separated, (Y/N) must find her Dean while working with this universe’s hunters.

Also Season 15 spoilers

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2005

(Y/N) was a young hunter down on her luck. She was on her last twenty bucks and her last tank of gas. She wanted to get this hunt done so she could go down to Vegas to hustle a couple old men out of a couple hundred bucks. Selling pictures of her body wasn’t honest work, but it was work.

For right now, hunting was more of a duty than a pay bill, her parents had been killed by a vampire clan with (Y/N) narrowly escaping. So when she heard that the vampires who killed her parents were back in town, she wanted revenge. The only problem was that she had to team up with John Winchester. The guy was a complete hardass, military-like instructions. He had little to no respect for anyone, including his own kid.

After the hunt and telling Mr. Winchester the place on her body that he could place his dusty, crusty lips on, she was walking back to her car or as she liked to call it, the mansion. Behind her, she could hear a car pull up and John Winchester saying he would be back soon. She looked over her shoulder, seeing John getting in a car and his son, Dean watching the car leave.

His eyes then landed on her. Dean started jogging towards her car. This outta be good. The guy was a flirt... A good flirt, but a flirt nonetheless. But something told her that behind shell was a heart of gold and so much trauma, it reminded her a lot of herself. Alone in a dark world that kept getting darker.

“What’s wrong? Daddy dearest kick you out?” She asked as she opened the door and threw her bag into the passenger seat.

“Uh no, he went out on his own for a hunt.” He looked at the ground awkwardly, “I wanna apologize about him. He’s kind of-”

“An asshole?” She finished the sentence.

Dean slipped his hands into his pockets, “I was gonna say rough around the edges.”

“If by rough you mean sandpaper.” She looked at him, “Sure.”

Dean smiled, his bright green eyes sparkling, “I guess. Uh, where you headed?”

She sighed and looked at him, “I dunno. Wherever I can earn my next dollar.” She got into her car and closed the door, turning the key. And turning the key. The key, turning. Car not starting.

“Son of a bitch!” She slammed her hand against the wheel. Dean gave her a innocent looked, leaning down into her window.

“Did you know this model is notorious for just not working?”

She looked back at him, “I am well aware.” She rested her head against the steering wheel, “It was all I could afford at the time. And now I’m screwed.”

“Well...” He opened her door, “You could hitch a ride with me.” She turned her head, narrowing her eyes at him.

“What’s the catch? Because this.” She motioned to her body, “Aint free.”

Dean backed off quickly, holding his hands up in surrender, “Woah woah, sweetheart. I ain’t that kinda guy. Not that you’re not...” He looked her up in down, “Incredibly beautiful. But I feel like you deserve it after my dad said what he said.”

“You mean when he told me that the reason the vampires killed my parents was because I wasn’t strong enough at the ripe age of ten?” She got out of the car, grabbing her bag.

“Yeah, pretty much.” He smirked, “I also wanted to apologize for that over a slice of pie at that diner we passed on the way into town.” She hummed, tapping her chin as she walked to the back of her car, hitting it just right so that the trunk opened.

“I don’t have any money.” She said, “So I can’t pay you back until later.”

“I don’t have money either.” He shrugged, reaching into the trunk and grabbing a suitcase of all her worldly possessions, “I’m just really good at shooting pool.”

“Hey dad, it’s Dean again... Why aren’t you answering your phone? And what the hell was that voicemail you left me?” (Y/N) watched Dean grip onto the payphone tightly. They were sitting outside an apartment near Stanford university where Dean was going to talk his brother into trying to find their dad on a hunt that he hadn’t come back and hadn’t answered his phone. In the days since Dean and (Y/N) had been driving, they had actually gotten to know each other very well, they were becoming close friends.

After the line went dead, Dean got back into the Impala and cursed, gripping onto the steering wheel.

“Look, you don’t have to be apart of this if you don’t want to.” Dean looked at (Y/N).

She shook her head, “You’re not getting rid of me that easy, Dean-Bean.” She reached into her bag of cherry twizzlers, taking a bite, “Plus.” She said around the candy, “He may be an asshole, but he probably needs help.”

Dean chuckled, leaning over and taking a bite of the twizzler in her hand, “I appreciate it, sweetheart.” He winked.

“Awh.” She pouted dramatically, “I don’t get a fun nickname?”

“How about snookums?”

“Oh absolutely not.” She laughed.

“Honeybunches?”

“No.”

“Sugar booger?”

“The Spanish word for no is no.”

Dean shook his head, “Alright, alright. How about sweetheart when you’re sweet, and sweet-tart when you’re a little crabby?”

“I do not get crabby.” She narrowed her eyes at him.

“Really?” He raised his eyebrows at her.

She rolled her eyes, reaching down on the floor of the car in front of her and pulling a burger out of the bag, “Shut up and eat.”

2006

After the semi truck crashed into them, John, Sam, and (Y/N) were left with minor injuries while Dean was left in critical condition. He was in a coma, hooked up to a wall of machinery and a breathing tube in his throat.

(Y/N) had been confined to her room with a broken ankle, kept in touch by Sam who would come in to explain what was happening. Dean was in the space between life and death and John was going to summon the demon he had been searching for to get revenge against him for... well, for everything.

As she lay in her bed, tears in her eyes, she spoke to no one, but hoped he was listening.

“I don’t know if you’re hear right now, Dean. But...” She inhaled deeply, “But I want you to know that I love you.” She chuckled, “And I know you’re probably thinking that I’m only saying this because you’re having your out of body experience moment and you could die. The reality is that I love you. You put up that flirty, whore persona, but I know who you really are. Those nights when we’re alone and we talk about our lives together and depression backstories. I’ve never trusted anyone more. And I love you. So...” She looked around, “So please, don’t die on me. I don’t know if I can do this without you.”

Finally, (Y/N) had managed to get into a wheel chair in the night, the night that Dean woke up. The night John died in the basement of the hospital, giving his life for Dean’s.

Sam was passed out asleep in a chair next to Dean’s bed while Dean was wide awake, staring out the window.

“Hey...” She said softly, rolling up to the side of his bed. He glanced at her, a small smile pulled at his lips.

“How’s it goin’, hot wheels?”

She sighed, “You were literally in limbo this morning, but now we’re laughs?”

“Gotta get through the pain somehow.” He looked back towards the window. She reached out and took his hand, giving it a slight squeeze.

“I’m sorry about your dad.” She said, “My last words weren’t kind to him. If I would have known...”

Dean shook his head, “Nah, you had every right to talk to him like that. Especially after the last few days.” He looked down at her, “I heard you by the way.”

Her eyes widened, “No, you didn’t.”

“Yeah, I did.”

“No, no, you didn’t.”

“You called me a whore.” He spoke in a hushed voice, taking a small glance at Sam before looking back at (Y/N).

“Well, you are.” She shrugged, “Kinda.”

Dean rolled his eyes and sighed, “Look... My point is... The feelings are mutual.” Her eyes widened.

“I was on death’s door, I’m not gonna deny what I’m feeling anymore.” He brought her hand up to his lips and pressed a soft kiss on her knuckles, “I love you.”

As they started searching around the town, Sam was finally able to get ahold of Dean.

“Dean? Dean, is everything alright?” Sam asked into the phone. Jack and (Y/N) head’s snapped back towards Sam on the phone. Her heart felt a little less heavy then. Dean was alive and that meant she hadn’t lost everything.

“Okay, we’re in downtown Hastings, we really need to plan out our next move.” Sam said. After a moment, Sam looked up at her, “Yeah, she’s still here.”

That was the other thing that made her heart feel heavy, call it survivors guilt. She came from a dead universe, just like all those hunters had, and she was still there.

It was scary being on an empty planet. You never realize how much noise the world made until the world had gone silent. Everyone in Hastings was gone. Everyone in Minnesota was gone. The whole world. They were all that was left. They made to an intersection on an empty street. Cars stopped or crashed where they were last operated. The soft puttering of the Impala made them pause. Dean parked it on the street corner, getting out and looking around the abandoned town.

Dean walked over to the group, closest to (Y/N), reaching down and holding her hand. She welcomed this touch, knowing it well. He was devastated, he needed something to ground to the world. He was shaking slightly, not enough to be detected by the human eye.

“Everyone's gone.” Sam said, “You see anybody on the way here?”

“No.” Dean answered, sounding like he didn’t believe it himself.

“I couldn't save anybody. Billie-”

“It wasn't Billie. It was Chuck.” Dean said.

“What?” Sam and (Y/N) asked together.

“Where's Cas?” Jack asked. It was only then that she realized that Cas was no where to be found. And when Jack said his name, Dean’s hand clenched down on hers.

“Dean?” Sam asked hesitantly.

Dean looked everywhere but the Nephilim, “He saved me. Billie was coming after us, and Cas summoned the Empty. It took her. And it took him. Cas is gone.” Jack looked like his whole world had fallen apart, and it had. His father was gone.

“This can't be happening.” Sam shook his head. Maybe in a state of shock.

“It is, Sam. I think everyone's gone.” Sam shook his head, bringing his phone out and making a call.

Dean dropped her hand, walking to the young boy, “Jack, I'm sorry.” (Y/N) stayed in his position in the street, looking around.

This was impossible. They had no option. No plan. It all seemed so hopeless. Maybe she couldn’t save them... She couldn’t save this world. How could she save a world that was already gone?

They made their way to a diner in town and made their way inside to regroup. The diner looked like everyone had dropped what they were doing - eating- and disappeared. Food was still on the table, the fryer was still crackling in the kitchen. On the television was what was supposed to be a football game, but all the screen showed was an empty stadium and an empty field.

“Hey,” Dean motioned to the TV, “It brings a whole new meaning to the term "sudden death." He turned the bar’s tap off so the stream of beer coming from the stout ceased.

“Do you think we're it?” Sam asked, “All that's left?”

Dean chuckled darkly, “Yeah. You, me, her, Jack.” He looked out to the window where Jack was sitting on a large cement planter. He asked for space to come to terms with the fact that Castiel was gone. He needed it. Honestly, they all needed it. She had lost Cas before, but losing him again was twice as hard. Dean had poured himself a pint. Alcohol had always been his vice.

Soon enough though, Jack made his way inside, staring at the hunters, “Hey. So, um, what now?”

“I did this.” Sam spoke up, “We could have just given Chuck what he wanted, you know, his grand finale. But I resisted. I pulled the thread. I thought we could beat this game, do it better. We tried to rewrite him, and the whole world paid the price.” Sam looked at (Y/N), “I’m sorry. But you’re mission to save us... I ruined it.”

“Sam, we can-”

“We can what?” Sam interrupted his brother, “There's nothing left, Dean. No one left to save. Everybody's gone.”

“You can't just give up.” Jack spoke up.

“What other choice do we have?” Sam snapped back.

Sam and Dean decided to hash it out with Chuck, agree to his ending of brother against brother. If it meant that they could get things back to the way it was, maybe they could try something new. They had dropped (Y/N) and Jack off at the bunker before leaving.

The two were left at the bunker, hoping the plan would work, but frankly their nerves were shot that hope seemed like a fever dream. (Y/N) had made food but both of them were too emotionally devastated to really eat.

As (Y/N) was cleaning up dishes, Jack walked into the kitchen silently.

“(Y/N)?” He asked.

She turned and gave him a soft smile, “Yeah?”

Jack came around, grabbing a dish towel and slowly drying off a bowl, “I was just wondering what I was like in your world.”

She hummed, “You’re pretty much the same. I think you ate a little more nougat though.”

“I feel like I was happier.” He said, drying a cup.

“Why’s that?”

Jack paused his drying and looked up at her, “Because I would have had you since the beginning. You have been so kind and warm to me. Even after all the things I’ve done.”

She looked at him, handing him a plate, “Jack-a-bug, you have powers that angels have had millennia to master.” She looked at him, “You’re still learning. When you’re learning sometimes you do things you didn’t mean to and you feel awful. But for how long you’ve been with us, with how much you’ve learned, I think you’re doing great.”

Jack nodded and then looked at her with a head tilt that reminded her so much of her friend in the trench coat, “Jack-a-bug?” He asked.

She let out a small laugh, “Oh yeah.” She shook her head, “That’s what I called my Jack. I had a lot of nicknames for you. Sweet boy, Dean two, Jack-a-bug. I’m pretty sure he hated it though.”

“No.” He said, “I like them. They make me feel... Special.”

She smiled, cupping his cheek, “That’s because you are. Not because you’re a Nephilim. Because you’re ours.” He smiled weakly, then excused himself to bed.

(Y/N) was sitting at the world map table, waiting for the brothers to get home. When they did, she stood up from the table, look expectantly. Sam only shook his head and went straight to his room. Dean however stood in the entrance of the room.

“What’d he say?” She asked. She had an idea of the answer, but she needed to hear it.

“Uh, he wants us to rot here.” He said casually. He walked into the room, cupping her cheeks in his hands, “So what do you say me and you play catch-up over some whiskey?”

“Dean-” She said, holding his wrists to take them off her cheeks.

“Sweet-tart.” He sighed, looking down at her, “There’s nothing we can do right now. Or maybe at all. Please.” He rested his forehead on hers, “Can we please just... Let’s just have tonight. No universe difference, no your Dean my (Y/N). Just be mine for tonight.”

“Okay.” She said softly, giving his hands a squeeze, “But if you call me sweet-tart again, I’m gonna drink your good whiskey that you hide in garage.”

He narrowed his eyes, a sly smile on his face, “How do you know where I hid that?"

She hummed and leaned up, rubbing her nose on his, "Who do you think put it there in the first place."

He chuckled, dropping his hands from her face to her hands, pulling her towards the garage.

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Marvel OC Masterlist 1

Name: Adelaide Stark

Title: Beyond The Archetype

Faceclaim: Jenna Louise Coleman

Love interest: Sam Wilson

Summary: Adelaide Stark had always had a lot to live up to. Her dad always tried not to put a lot of pressure on her, but the rest of the world hadn’t been so kind. So, Adi spent the first seventeen years of her life working and studying to follow in her family’s footsteps and work on military technology. But when her father goes missing in her senior year of high school, her world falls apart. And when he comes back, alive and a superhero, she has to rebuild herself and her dreams. Now, not only Tony Stark’s daughter, but also Iron Man’s daughter, Adi realizes that maybe it’s time for her to stop following, and to do something for herself instead.

Name: Adonis Stark

Title: Stars Defied

Faceclaim: Colin Donnell

Love Interest: Orion Royce

Name: чудо | Adriana Stark

Title: Like The Sun (We Will Live To Rise)

Faceclaim: Madison McLaughlin

Love interest: Peter Parker?

Name: Alana Stark

Title: Born To Die

Faceclaim: Madison Davenport

Name: Alena Zemo

Title: Untitled

Faceclaim: Poppy Drayton

Love Interest: Sam Wilson & Bucky Barnes

Name: Alessia Stark

Title: When Tomorrow Comes

Faceclaim: Melissa Benoist

Love Interest: Steve Rogers

Summary: “So this Doctor Banner was was trying to replicate the serum they used on me?” “A lot of people were, only one succeeded.” “Who?” “Howard Stark.” -Steve Rogers and Phil Coulson

When Alessia Stark was sixteen, her dad used her to test out a new super serum. He succeeded, and died a week later. Aly Stark has never wanted to be a hero, despite the serum running through her veins. She grew stronger, her aging slowed, she had even developed an inhuman healing factor, but she still didn’t want to be a hero. Until her twin brother - now over a decade older than her - is kidnapped by terroists and returns a superhero. Aly may not want to be a hero, but she’ll be damned if she leaves her brother to fight alone

Name: Alvina Strange

Title: Paradox

Faceclaim: Alba Baptista

Name: Angelina Stark

Title: Cheap Tricks (And A Cheesy One-Liner)

Faceclaim: Phoebe Tonkin

Name: Angie Stark

Title: Turn Back Time

Faceclaim: Malina Weissman

Name: Antonia Stark-Parker

Title: The Final Countdown

Faceclaim: Olivia Holt

Summary: Years after the final battle against Thanos; after Tony and Natasha died and Steve stayed in the past, after Bruce became Professor Hulk and Clint retired again, their daughters are all grown up with children of their own. In their defence, they didn’t realize that their parents’ time fuckery and infinity stone usage would pass onto the newest generation, leaving them with six superpowered girls, each with the power of an Infinity Stone. And they certainly never expected the girls, the self proclaimed New Avengers, to decide to fix the mistakes that their grandparents made, starting back at the very beginning, with the Battle of Manhattan. And no, you can’t ask about their dad, thank you.

Name: Anya Barton

Title: What Happened In Budapest (Doesn’t Stay In Budapest)

Faceclaim: Emma Stone

Love interest: Bucky Barnes

Summary: What happened in Budapest? Clint and Natasha took out an arms dealer, saved the world, had a baby, learned that the Red Room lied about sterilizing Natasha, and killed a few people. Now all grown up, Anya Barton is the newest SHIELD recruit, and almost immediately, aliens invade and a god brainwashes her father; that’s a hell of a first day. But Anya is the daughter of two of the greatest spies in the world, she’s not going down without a fight. Not when aliens invade, not when SHIELD is revealed to be Hydra and she has to go off the grid, and definitely not when, in Budapest of all places, she meets a man with a metal arm who’s also trying to hide from whatever is left of Hydra.

Name: Aphrodite

Title: The Course of True Love (Never Did Run Smooth)

Faceclaim: Vanessa Morgan

Love interest: Thor

Summary: Aphrodite could barely remember her home planet of Olympus, thanks to Odin destroying it when she was a child. As the sole survivor of the Olympian gods, Odin decided that she was “useful” enough to keep, and brought her to Asgard. Clearly he’d never considered the consequences of murdering her entire world and taking her hostage, as he somehow still expected her to be loyal to her. Unfortunately for Odin, that plan was as stupid as the rest of his ideas; Aphrodite had never been loyal to him, her loyalty had always been to the next king of Asgard, and when he sends Thor to earth, he’ll learn just how far a goddess of love is willing to go to make sure he doesn’t cost her another family.

Name: Aria Parker

Title: The Art of Disappearing

Faceclaim: Natalie Dormer

Love interest: Steve Rogers

Summary: Peter Parker was hardly the first enhanced Parker. His aunt Aria had been born with the ability to control the elements. At eighteen years of age, she dropped off the face of the earth, and no one, not even her cousins Ben and Richard, had any idea where she’d gone. Most people thought she was dead, until ten years later when she helped Clint Barton find his dog in Central Park, and somehow befriending he and Natasha Romanov. Even then, though, most of the world didn’t know who or where she was; not until Shield fell apart and Natasha found herself reaching out to the only person she trusted who had no affiliation with Shield or Hydra.

Name: Arielle Stark

Title: Piece By Piece

Faceclaim: Nina Dobrev

Love Interest: Steve Rogers

Name: Aris Stark

Title: Forged In Iron

Faceclaim: Olivia Holt

Love Interest: Peter Parker

Summary: All Aris Stark wanted to do was train for the Olympics - gymnastics, specifically - and go on dates with Peter. Of course, being Iron Man’s daughter and Spiderman’s girlfriends complicated things, but Aris could handle complicated. Everything was perfect, until both her dad and boyfriend hopped on a ship to outer space while some crazy alien tried to destroy the universe. She waited in the compound, preparing all of the ways that she would yell at them for scaring her. And then she woke up, the compound on fire and crumbling around her, Tony and Peter nowhere to be found. And if that weren’t confusing enough, suddenly she was glowing.

Name: Asteria “Stargirl” Quill

Story: Made Of Stardust

Faceclaim: Chloe Grace Moretz

Summary: If Peter Quill had known that some species didn’t have gestation periods, he might have been a lot more selective about who he slept with. But, he hadn’t, and so, he wasn’t. And so, he found himself with an infant daughter. Half alien, all ravager, Asteria “Stargirl” Quill is all about profit and adventure, just like her dad. But when a fight breaks out during a sale, and she and her dad get arrested with a green girl, a racoon, and a tree, everything is about to change.

Name: Athena Stark

Title: Iron Princess

Faceclaim: Zoey Deutch

Love Interest: Peter Parker

Summary: Athena Stark had a plan. She was going to be the valedictorian for her grade at Midtown High, then an undergrad in Poli Sci at Yale, then law school at Harvard, and then she would become president of the United States. She would change the laws in order to better protect superheroes like her father, and she would make him proud. But then her dad brings Spiderman to Berlin for a fight, and Peter Parker comes back talking about a Stark Internship that definitely doesn’t exist. Athena’s life plan never accounted for Superhero Liaison, let alone for becoming a superhero herself, but Starks are made of iron and Athena will make it work.

Name: Aurora Hansen Stark

Title: The Future In Silver and Gold

Faceclaim: Bailee Madison

Love Interest: Peter Parker

Summary: “Please don’t tell me there’s a 12 year old kid waiting in the car that I’ve never met.“ Actually, she’s thirteen and at home, but with Killian having killed her mother, Aurora Stark is about to find out the truth about her mysterious father. Unfortunately, as unprepared as Tony is for a daughter, Aurora is equally unprepared for a father, and getting used to each other will be harder than either of them could have ever anticipated.

Name: Octavia Ava Potts

Story: Golden Child (Grew Up)

Faceclaim: Danielle Rose Russell

Love Interest: Peter Parker

Summary: A lot had changed for Ava, since her father died. She had moved in with her Aunt Pepper and Tony; aliens had invaded New York, they had moved to Malibu, she had gotten kidnapped, they — well, you get the picture. A lot had changed for Ava over the years, but as she settled into her life at Midtown High, she thought that the craziest of changes were in her past. And then the Avengers break up, and she discovers that one of her closest friends is hiding a secret not too different from her own.

Name: Bennett Parker-Maximoff

Title: The Final Countdown

Faceclaim: Danielle Campbell

Name: Betsy Walker

Title: Chasing Shadows

Faceclaim: Amanda Seyfried

Love Interest: Sam Wilson & Bucky Barnes

Name: Bianca Davis

Title: The American Dream

Faceclaim: Kat McNamara

Love interest: Steve Rogers

Summary: Being 26, in Washington DC, and working at the Smithsonian Museum of Air and Space wasn’t exactly where Bianca ever imagined herself, but it’s a pretty fun gig, and a great stepping stone to becoming a Smithsonian Curator. And she gets to work in the Captain America exhibit, which has always been a fascination of hers. Twenty six and working a good job in her field of studies is more than most recent graduates can say, but her life is still completely mundane–until the day Steve Rogers walks into her exhibit for the first time.

Name: Brinley Brant

Title: Because I Could Not Stop For Death (He Kindly Stopped For Me)

Faceclaim: Lili Reinhart

Love Interest: Peter Parker

Summary: There had been four Brant sisters, once. Beatrice and Bridget, twins and completely inseparable; Betty, the oldest, brightest, best; and Brinley, the middle child, overlooked, and Betty’s biggest fan. And then, the decimation. Three sisters and their father waiting by the door for Betty to come home, to tell them she was alright and laugh about them worrying. But she never did. With a dead sister and a dying mother, it fell to Brinley to fill the gap. Day by day she became more and more like her sister, no longer able to differentiate between her reflection and Betty’s pictures, until one day she woke up and realized that she was a whole year older than Betty would ever get to be. And then the Avengers reversed the blip, and when the doorbell rang, Betty had finally come home.

Name: Brynhilde Parkerdottir

Title: The Final Countdown

Faceclaim: Jenny Boyd

Name: Brynn Bates

Title: Dust To Dust

Faceclaim: Erin Moriarty

Name: Calypso Lokidottir

Title: This Is Your Kingdom

Faceclaim: Emilia Clarke

Love Interest: Steve Rogers & Bucky Barnes

Summary: Calypso “Callie” Laurens had always known that she wasn’t normal, no one had ever tried to spare her from that truth. With her silver-white hair, her fondness for “renaissance fair” dresses, and her Shakespearean speech, it would have been impossible for her to not know that she was strange. What she didn’t know was that her name wasn’t Calypso Laurens, but rather Calypso Lokidottir, princess of Asgard and daughter of Loki. But, when a strange hammer shows up in her town, one that only she can lift, Calypso is about to learn everything that Odin never wanted her to know, including why she was cast away to Midgard in the first place.

Name: Constance Osborn

Title: Rise Above

Fandom: The Amazing Spider-Man

Faceclaim: Lily Collins

Summary: At five years old, Constance Conwell lost her mother. Suicide, she was told; her fault, the note said. She never knew the details, but the men in the suits read her the note, made sure she knew just how much her mother had hated her — so much that she chose death over her daughter. It hadn’t made sense, her mother had always seemed so happy to spend time with her daughter, but the note said otherwise. So Constance was packed up and moved to New York, where she met Norman Osborn — the cold man with empty eyes who was apparently her father — and Harry Osborn — with his warm hugs and soft eyes and endless excitement to have a little sister. Harry, with his best friend Peter; Peter who had also just lost his parents, and Harry, who always knew when she needed to be distracted and when she just needed someone to sit with her. At five years old, Constance Conwell lost her mother, and Constance Osborn found her brother.

At eleven years old, Constance Osborn lost her best friend. Boarding school, her father had explained, packing Constance and Harry into the private jet and sending them to Europe. But they both knew the truth; Norman just didn’t want them. So they went — first to England, then France, then Switzerland, and so on so forth as various disciplinary infractions kept them shuffling between schools. With no Peter Parker, with no best friend to keep them in line, the Osborns fell apart faster than the tabloids could keep up with. At eleven years old, Constance Osborn lost her best friend. She never found another.

At sixteen years old, Constance Osborn loses herself. Only a few months out from graduation, her dad asks to see her — the first time he’s asked to see her since she moved in — and she flies back to New York for a couple of weeks. But whatever cautious optimism she’d harboured for a touching family reunion was crushed almost as soon as she saw what she’d come home to. A city on the verge of destruction, a father who was losing what little was left of his sanity, a world of heroes and villains that left no one unscarred. At sixteen years old, Constance Osborn loses herself. She’s not sure who she found.

Name: Cora Royce

Title: Stars Defied

Faceclaim: Willa Holland

Love Interest: Sam Wilson; eventual poly Sam x Bucky in TFATWS

Summary: In 2011, Cora Royce’s parents went to New Mexico for a week’s holiday; some aliens invaded, and they never made it home. In 2012, the same aliens invade, and Cora almost loses her brother. When Orion insists on taking her to work with him “for her safety”, Cora expects a boring day at the main office of the family company, she doesn’t expect to find out that her brother has a second life as a spy-archer-assassin for a top secret government agency founded by Cora’s personal hero, Peggy Carter herself. She also doesn’t expect to find out that her parents were part of the agency themselves, and that their holiday in New Mexico was part of a mission to stop the very alien-god who killed them. And she definitely didn’t expect to find herself on an invisible flying battleship with her pseudo-uncle Tony Stark — sorry, Iron Man — and an apparently not-dead Captain America.

Cora is under strict orders from Orion to stay in the lab where Tony can protect her, but when everything goes to shit, Cora can’t just stay on the sidelines. She may not be a superhero, but she’s Royce, and there is nothing that could stop her from protecting the last of her family.

Name: Cordelia

Title: I Was In The Darkness (So Darkness I Became)

Face claim: Alycia Debnam-Carey

Name: Courtney Lang

Title: The Cost Of Legacy

Faceclaim: Willa Fitzgerald

Summary: Courtney Lang loved her dad, she really did. Sure, he did some illegal business and was in jail for a while, but hey, nobody’s perfect. But when he got back from jail, everything changed. He was keeping secrets, avoiding her, lying to her, but it all made sense when she learned that he was actually a superhero. But then he went rogue, got put under house arrest, and broke said house arrest with less than a day until his time was up. Still, she could handle all of that, until half of all living things disappeared, and her father along with them.

Name: Danni Stark

Title: Fated

Faceclaim: Lily Collins

Love Interest: Steve Rogers, possibly poly Stucky

Summary: 1942. The United States Of America has finally joined the war. Danielle Stark becomes a war correspondent and, with some help from her older brother, becomes the official liaison to the Howling Commandos. As the history books will tell, Danni and Peggy Carter were as inseparable behind the scenes as Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes were on the battlefield. And as the history books won’t tell, Danni Stark fell in love on the front lines, with both Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes. And then, Bucky fell from a train and Steve crashed his plane, and Danni found herself alone.

1945. The war is over. Everyone goes home. Unsure of what to do with herself, Danni ends up in New York, helping Peggy and Howard to found SHIELD. For several years, Danni juggles her work as a reporter with her secret life as a SHIELD agent, until Howard finds something in the arctic. With the new powers of the tesseract at his fingertips, Howard finally decides to try a new version of Project Rebirth, and Danni is the first to offer herself as a volunteer. But as soon as he sees the powers that the cube gave his sister, Howard files the project away, destroying all evidence that it had ever happened, and Danni keeps her newly developed powers a secret from everyone except for Howard, Peggy, and Edwin Jarvis.

2012. A new war brews on the horizon. Danni has been off the grid for decades — after all, she’s hardly eager to explain why she still looks twenty-five rather than ninety-five. As far as most of the world knows, she died shortly after her brother; quietly and peacefully, a very private affair. The only person who still knows she’s alive is her nephew, Tony Stark, with whom she is in regular contact. But even Tony has never tried to convince her to come out of the shadows — not until he shakes her entire world with a single line on a voicemail; “Steve is alive, he’s at SHIELD.” And Danni Stark knows that it’s time to return to the world she’d long since left behind.

Name: Diana Moore

Title: The Long Game

Faceclaim: Hailee Steinfeld

Love interest: Peter Parker

Summary: You would have to be an idiot to not realize that Peter Parker is Spiderman. Well, Diana might go to a school for geniuses, but clearly they’re all idiots because no one else seems to have figured it out. Well, that’s fine, that makes it easier to keep the whole Secret Identity Thing a secret. And if there’s one thing that Diana Moore is good at, it’s keeping a secret - or it was, until she and the rest of her Acadec team nearly die in DC. Now it’s personal, and whether he likes it or not, Diana is going to do whatever it takes to help Peter Parker save the world.

Name: Dominique Barton

Title: Life Goes On

Faceclaim: Emily Rudd

Love Interest: Peter Parker

Name: Dorothy Madison

Title: Somewhere Over The Rainbow

Faceclaim: Keira Knightley

Love Interest: Steve Rogers & Bucky Barnes

Summary: Dorothy Madison, Bucky Barnes, and Steve Rogers had been inseparable for most of their lives. Four years her senior, the boys had already been best friends for years before they met the small girl on her first day of kindergarten and immediately got into a fight with her first bully. From then on it was much of the same; Steve getting into fights, Bucky either joining him or pulling him out, and Dorothy keeping them out of trouble.

The years passed quickly, and she found herself falling in love with both of her best friends. But before she figured out what to do about that, the war made its way to their door. Bucky got drafted and, during their last night together, Steve got himself enlisted.

Well, no way was Dorothy letting her boys go to war without her. She quickly found a place for herself within the Office of Strategic Services, and soon found herself put in charge of the Howling Commandos. Finally, everything was right again; Steve was rushing head first into danger with Bucky as his right hand, and Dorothy struggling to keep her boys alive.

Name: Eir Odinsdottir

Title: See No Evil

Faceclaim: Maisie Williams

Summary: Once, Eir Odinsdottir had been the princess of Asgard; Odin’s youngest child, and only daughter, and beloved by her brothers and their kingdom. But Eir was also a seer. She could see things that had happened, things that were happening, and things that had not yet happened. And one day, she saw the truth about her family: the older sister long since cast away, the secret behind her brother’s parentage, and the dark and bloody truth behind her father’s reign. And so, Odin exiled her. Eir spent years travelling the nine realms, longing for home, before finally seeing her brothers on Midgard, so to Midgard she goes.

Name: Elena Barnes

Title: Balancing The Score

Faceclaim: Kaya Scodelario

Summary: Imagine a weapon who has all the skills of the Asset, but without the memories. No need to wipe and start over, no questions, only loyalty to Hydra. Enter Elena Barnes. Bred by Hydra to serve that purpose, they truly believed that they had created the perfect weapon. But, compliant as she seemed, Elena watched the torture that her father suffered, and anger lived within her veins. After the Battle of Manhattan, she finds herself out in the world with instructions to bring back Loki’s staff, but instead, she disappears. Goes off the grid and dedicates herself to learning the truth about herself and her father, until one day she’s at a museum and meets the one person who can truly answer all of her questions.

Name: Elia Patel

Title: Eclipsed Sun

Faceclaim: Summer Bishil

Love Interest: Tony Stark

Name: Elizabeth Banner-Parker

Title: The Final Countdown

Faceclaim: Natalia Dyer

Name: Elizabeth Barton

Title: Walking The Tightrope

Faceclaim: Emma Watson

Love Interest: Tony Stark

Summary: Elizabeth Barton has been working for SHIELD since she was sixteen; since she and her big brother had been recruited out of the circus. No mission ever phased the ex tightrope walker, nothing ever compared to the thrill and danger of walking on a wire, over 20 feet in the air. Even her elite task force with Clint and Natasha - Silver Swan, Hawkeye, and Black Widow - paled in comparison. But then Tony Stark becomes Iron Man, Liz is assigned to get to know the man behind the mask, and suddenly she feels like she’s sixteen and walking the tightrope again.

Name: Eleanor “Ellie” Coulson

Title: Reinvention

Faceclaim: Sabrina Carpenter

Love interest: Peter Parker

Summary: There are some facts in life that are simply unavoidable. “If your father is one of SHIELD’s top agents, and your mother is out of the picture, you will be raised as a SHIELD agent from before you can walk” is one of them. Eleanor Coulson has spent her entire life as an agent in training, and she happens to be very good at it. But when SHIELD is revealed to be Hydra, and her dad is charged with rebuilding the entire organization, Ellie is faced with her most challenging mission yet. High school.

Name: Elsie Carter

Title: Travelling Soldier

Faceclaim: Daisy Ridley

Love Interest: Steve Rogers & Bucky Barnes

Summary: Even before her sister joined the army, Eloise Carter knew that she was always going to be second best. Still, that wasn’t going to stop her from helping in the war herself - so Elsie became a nurse. She loved her job, despite the heartbreak that came with every life she failed to save, but she couldn’t have been less thrilled to suddenly find herself assigned to her sister’s troops. At least until she was put in charge of the recently rescued James Barnes. She soon learned that James was never without Steve Rogers, Captain America himself, and suddenly her transfer seemed a little less awful. But they were soldiers, and Elsie couldn’t do anything more than wait for them to return from every fight, praying each time that they would make it back.

Name: Erna Bragidottir

Title: Speak No Evil

Faceclaim: Gal Gadot

Love interest: Thor & Steve Rogers

Summary: When Hela massacred the Valkyrie, only two survived; Brunhilde and Erna. But Odin wasn't going to risk anyone learning the truth about his bloody history, and was quick to exile them both. One minute, Erna was trying to say goodbye to her best friend, her sister, and the next she was waking up on Midgard, surrounded by a group who called themselves the Howling Commandos, apparently in the middle of the planet's biggest war. The Valkyrie may have been slaughtered, and she may have been exiled from Asgard, but Erna is, and will always be, a Valkyrie and she is going to fight for her new home.

Name: Evelyn Rogers

Title: Long Story Short

Faceclaim: Katie Cassidy

Love Interest: Bruce Banner

Summary: Having lost her father to the Great War, her mother to tuberculosis, and her boyfriend to the draft, Evelyn Rogers was not going to lose her brother too. So when he signs up for something called the Erskine Program, she refuses to sit back and wait for him to come home. When Steve becomes the world’s first superhero, the new poster boy for war relief efforts, Evelyn’s name is at the top of the list for his chorus girls, and she follows him all the way to the war. And when they find out that Bucky as his battalion have been captured, she follows him all the way to the front line — and into Johann Schmidt’s grasp. She doesn’t follow him back.

When Steve Rogers forms the Howling Commandos, he has one mission in mind. Wipe HYDRA off the board, and bring Evelyn home. When he finally finds her, on a train with Armin Zola, she has no memory of anything since reaching the HYDRA base. Still recovering from her time with HYDRA, and from losing her first love, Evelyn is unable to follow Steve into his final confrontation with Schmidt. And Steve goes into the ice.

Evelyn returns to New York with Howard Stark and Peggy Carter, with a hole in her heart and no bodies to lay to rest. Desperate to find some sort of peace, she throws herself into searching for the bodies of the only two Howling Commandos not to make it home. After months of searching, Evelyn finds a lead on Bucky, and is never seen again.

Until, 70 years later, she shows up on Nick Fury’s doorstep. No older than the day she disappeared, with no memory of anything after her brother’s plane hit the ice, Evelyn Rogers follows her brother into a new century.

Name: Ezra Barton

Title: Vortex

Faceclaim: Jennifer Lawrence

Name: Francine Barton-Parker

Title: The Final Countdown

Faceclaim: Emily Rudd

Name: Freya Thordottir

Title: Like Catching Lightning

Faceclaim: Jenny Boyd

Love Interest: Peter Parker

Name: Grace Osborn

Title: Bound In Secrets

Faceclaim: Camila Mendes

Love Interest: Peter Parker

Summary: Once upon a time, Grace Osborn had it all. She was the prized princess of the Osborn family, she had a wonderful older brother, and she was her parents’ pride and joy. And then Norman Osborn found out that her mother had been lying for thirteen years and Grace wasn’t his daughter, only a lie to force him into marriage. In order to keep the scandal quiet, Norman quickly sent Grace away to boarding school in England; out of sight, out of mind. That was three years ago. Now, Norman is dead and Harry is in charge, and he has only one priority. Bring his baby sister home.

Name: Grayson Frost

Title: Fear No Evil

Faceclaim: Dylan Sprayberry

Love Interest: Kassandra Maximoff

Name: Ilya Romanova

Title: Fatale

Faceclaim: Holland Roden

Love Interest: Bucky Barnes

Summary: Once, the Red Room had trained dozens of girls, with the Romanova sisters as their greatest success. Natalia, the Black Widow, was a prodigy in everything she did, and her sister Ilya was close behind. But when Natalia defected, Ilya was quick to rise up and fill the hole her sister left. She left a bloodstained legacy unlike any other, earning the title of Red Widow and thriving under солдат’s personal training. So when Hydra sought her gifts, looking to raise her up from student to mission partner, they complied, and the Widow became the Banshee.

сирена met every one of their expectations with ease, and it was no question that she would be their first miracle; developing powers to match her name. For decades, солдат and сирена worked as a perfect unit, carrying out Hydra’s vision on a global scale. But when the assassination of Nick Fury goes awry, the partners find themselves face to face with ghosts of pasts they don’t remember, and everything Hydra has built threatens to fall apart.

Name: Irina Drakov

Title: Shadow

Faceclaim: Mila Kunis

Name: Jameson Barrett | марионетка

Title: Til The End Of The Line

Faceclaim: Dove Cameron

Love Interest: Stefania Raine

Summary: Under the scars, white hair, and leather ensemble, Stefania Raine recognized Jameson Barrett — the very best friend she thought to have seen die two years prior, when aliens invaded New York. But for the other girl, Jameson Barrett was buried deeper; she only ever remembered being марионетка, The Puppet, and being sent there with The Soldier to end Nicholas Fury’s life.

In the middle of the chaos, Stefania lost sight of her best friend, but refused to let the girl go again — even if that meant teaming up with a recently un-brainwashed soldier to find her.

With a faulting memory and unbalanced emotions, Jameson knew that accepting that she used to have a name wasn’t enough of a step to becoming a functional person. So, when she runs into the man from the bridge, from the helicarriers — the man who refused to fight — and he asks for her help in finding her ex-partner and the closest thing she had to a friend, she doesn’t say no.

Name: Jamie Carter-Rogers

Title: Out Of Time

Faceclaim: Margot Robbie

Love Interest: Sam Wilson & Bucky Barnes

Summary: Everybody knows that everybody dies, and nobody knows it like Jamie Rogers. She was raised on war stories, stories about her long dead namesake, and her dad’s stories of another world. A world of aliens and superheroes, of pain and hope, stories of how half of its universe died, and of the ones who gave everything to avenge it. But when Jamie touches the strange crack on her wall and finds herself in New York City, in an alien invasion, in 2012, she realizes that her dad’s other world is not only real, but is the world he comes from, and every single story she heard was true. Everybody knows that everybody dies. But not every day. So, trapped in a world where she was never born, with no way to go home, and knowing exactly what the universe has in store for earth’s mightiest heroes, Jamie makes a promise to herself. Just this once, everybody lives.

Name: Jason Grant

Title: When Tomorrow Comes

Faceclaim: Tyler Hoechlin

Name: Jordan Jameson

Title: Unwritten

Faceclaim: Margaret Qualley

Name: Justine “JB” Barnes

Title: Lost

Faceclaim: Kathryn Newton

Name: Kara Helasdottir

Title: The Memories Are Gone (The Aftershocks Live On)

Faceclaim: Emma Dumont

Name: Kassandra Maximoff

Title: Fear No Evil

Faceclaim: Danielle Rose Russell

Love Interest: Grayson Frost

Summary: Kassandra Maximoff was no stranger to fear; she’d been afraid ever since her parents were killed by a Stark bomb, since she spent those days hiding with her siblings, wondering if any moment might be her last, waiting for Tony Stark to kill her too. So when Strucker offered she and her siblings the opportunity to be strong, to protect their country, to not be afraid, they took it. By the time they found out he was HYDRA, it was too late to escape. The siblings spent months being tortured, knowing exactly what would come if they defected. Kassandra had long since accepted her fate, had long since given up hope. And then the Avengers break into their facility.

Name: Katarina Amelia Aliano

Title: Skyscraper

AO3 | FFNET | WATTPAD

Faceclaim: Sophie Turner & Summer Fontana

Love Interest: Harley Keener; possible Harley & Peter

Summary: Child genius turned orphan, Katarina was counting on her own hacking skills to keep her under the radar. And they do, until she gets caught hacking into Stark industries, looking for answers regarding the aliens that killed her parents in New York, and suddenly she’s not just on a radar, she’s on Tony Stark’s radar. When he decides to take her in, no one expects it to go well, but she soon makes a place for herself on the team and in their hearts. She’s not a superhero, far from it, but she’s a hero in her own right, and nothing comes between Katarina and her family; not her biological family, and definitely not the weird group of misfits and gods that she calls her own.

Name: Kathleen Swanson

Title: Ghost Of You

Faceclaim: Claire Holt

Name: Katie Dean

Title: Renegades

Fandom: Runaways

Faceclaim: Meg Donnelly

Love Interest: Chase Stein

Summary: Katrina Dean was, all things considered, relatively happy with her life. She had her church, cheerleading, choir, and her sister, what more could she want? Or so she thought, at least, until Karolina’s friends discovered the truth about PRIDE, and Karolina discovered the truth about their bracelets. And as much as Katie would love to pretend that nothing had changed, as much as she would love to keep living her perfect life, she knows that’s not an option anymore. And so Katie and Karolina run away.

Name: Kennedy Keener

Title: True North

Faceclaim: Sophia Lillis & Abbey Cowen

Name: Lara Rogers | призрак

Title: Death Defied

Faceclaim: Lyndsy Fonseca

Love interest: Bucky Barnes

Summary: No one told Steve that his DNA was going to be used to breed a new super soldier - or that it was going to fail. No one told him that a civilian, Angie Martinelli, was going to give birth to his son, Caleb Rogers, or that Caleb wouldn’t be a super soldier. No one told him that Caleb was going to have a daughter, Lara, and absolutely no one told him that on her fifth birthday, his granddaughter was going to be kidnapped by Hydra, turned into a super soldier, frozen over and over again, tortured and brainwashed endlessly, and eventually get partnered with the Winter Soldier. But suddenly he’s in the future, suddenly he’s fought aliens, and suddenly солдат and призрак - the Soldier and the Ghost, Bucky and Lara - are attacking Nick Fury in the middle of DC. Suddenly Steve is on the run with Natasha, suddenly they’re in a Hydra facility underneath a bunker, and suddenly the computerized ghost of Arnim Zola is telling them everything. And while it feels sudden to Steve, Project Insight and its enforcers have been seventy years in the making, and no matter how much he wants to cling to the last remains of his family, they might be beyond saving.

Name: Lavinia

Title: Untitled

Faceclaim: Lindsey Morgan

Love Interest: Peter Quill

Name: Lillian Rogers

Title: To The End Of The World

Faceclaim: Ali Liebert (in Bomb Girls)

Love Interest: Bucky Barnes

Summary: Lili Rogers would do anything for her brother. Lie and steal to get his medication, agree not to flirt with his best friend despite her eternal crush, even fake her way into the US army. Of course, it didn’t take long before someone figured out that Liam Rogers was actually Lillian Rogers; but thankfully she was found out by Peggy Carter, who quickly hired her as her secretary and liason to the Howling Commandos. Lili honestly couldn’t have cared less, until she found out that the elite force was led by none other than her brother - who had somehow doubled in size - with the love of her life as his right hand man.

Name: Lisbeth Dugan

Title: Spider Web

Faceclaim: Madelaine Petsch

Name: Lorraine Gillespie

Title: Dying Day

Faceclaim: Tuppence Middleton

Name: Lucy Pierce

Title: Heaven Or Hell

Faceclaim: Vanessa Kirby

Love Interest: Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers

Summary: Bought from the Red Room by Hydra, Lukeriya Turgenev found herself becoming Lucy Pierce when she was forced to marry the head of Hydra, Alexander Pierce himself. A tortured doll reprogrammed to be a perfect weapon and model wife, freedom had always been a foreign concept to Lucy. At least it was, until a failed assassination put she and Yasha – James – The Soldier – face to face with Captain America and Lucy’s former sister and rival, Natasha Romanov.

Name: Lydia Cabot-Stark

Title: Right Down The Line (It’s Been You And Me)

Faceclaim: Blake Lively

Love Interest: Tony Stark

Name: Marina Kovol

Title: Clockwork

Faceclaim: Emily Bett Rickards

Name: Mia Pierce

Title: (I’ve Got) No Strings On Me

Faceclaim: Troian Bellisario

Love interest: Pietro Maximoff

Summary: Mia Pierce has been raised as a Hydra pawn since the day she was born. Her father, Alexander Pierce, believed that she was the future of Hydra, someone that they could teach to worship the organization without brainwashing, that could be raised as a public figure and eventually positioned in whichever political office they needed her in. But Mia was too curious for her own good, asked too many questions, and tried to tell too many secrets, and so she was punished, and forced to comply. But after her father died, and Winter escaped, the Avengers broke into her latest facility, and suddenly Mia is free for the first time in her life.

Name: Millie Quill

Title: Untitled

Faceclaim: Eliza Taylor

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Pull Over (Frankie Morales x gn!Reader)

Warnings: Fluff!! description of a dead bird, swearing, not edited

Word Count: 1.7k

Summary: On a cross country road trip with your boyfriend Frankie, you wake to a beautiful sight...

A/n: I’ve pining for Frankie all week, add this gorgeous prompt photo and this is the result

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You woke up slowly to the sound of Frankie mumbling along to the radio, as he had been when you fell asleep. Blue sky was all you could see out the window as you slumped in your seat, it wasn’t until you sat up properly that you saw the majesty of your surroundings. You gasped at the sigh of the expansive red dirt, sun dancing on the endless road ahead in mirages. The last time your eyes were open you were driving through concrete suburbs, a far cry from the desolate and beautiful desert you drove in now.

“Holy shit, Frankie!” You exclaimed, choking up in emotion at the sight through the windshield. Frankie startled at your sudden proclamation, “Why didn’t you wake me up sooner?” Tears streamed down your cheeks, happy tears, shocked and amazed tears. You wiped them quickly from your eyes hoping your fiancé wouldn’t see.

“Are you crying?” Frankie laughed, turning his head for a moment to look at you properly. He didn’t miss the tightness in your voice.

“Shut up,” You sniffed, wiping your eyes, “Why didn’t you wake me up?”

“I didn’t know you’d react like that!” Frankie continued to laugh at you, “And besides you looked cute!”

“That is not an excuse!” You exclaimed, cheeks heating up at his compliment, “Oh Babe, it's so beautiful,” You sighed happily. You pulled your phone from your jeans and took pictures through the truck window. They’d come out blurry and scratched, Frankie knew that. Then he had an idea.

“Do you want to pull over to take a proper photo?” He asked. Your mom had recently given you her old polaroid camera, the one she used when you and your siblings were younger. Having been there as a stop on the road trip already, it was sat in your bag waiting to be used. Here would be the best location to start, he thought.

“Really? What about your schedule?” Ever the military man, Frankie liked to have a plan and stuck to it religiously. You’d been on the road for two weeks, he had planned every moment down the minute. He’d refused to stop at rest stops, despite if he himself needed to pee, all in the name of the schedule. You were surprised he was allowing the break.

“Baby I can allow five minutes for a photo I’m not a complete hard ass,” He chuckled, “there's a stop point up ahead, I’ll pull over there and you can take some,”

You cheered and began to root around the stuffed backpack in the footwell to find out the camera. Frankie pulled the truck up ahead a few meters, parked and you jumped out eagerly.

“Fuck me it’s hot,” Outside of the cool AC in the vehicle, the air was dry but scorching hot. You could practically feel the soles of your shoes melting to the tar as you stood on the road.

“It is a desert,” Frankie said, looking around at the expansive nothingness.

“Really? Would never have guessed!” You stuck your tongue out at him, he copied and you quickly snapped a photo. Frankie pouted and reached for the paper as it printed but you were fast and slipped the photograph in your pocket before he could get it and ruin it.

Frankie wandered around the truck, you walked a few paces in the opposite direction enjoying stretching your legs. You’d been driving for eight hours, even if you had been asleep for the last two hours, your legs were cramped up. You stretched them out as you walked through the red dirt, watching your sneakers slowly become red stained too. You snapped a photo of Frankie leant against the truck staring off into the distance, a photo cliffs in the distance and then...

“Ah gross there's a skeleton!” You exclaimed. A half rotted carcass lay on the side of the road, bones pale under the beating sun it had been there for a while. It used to be a bird, though its feathers were gone. You stepped closer to it to get a better look.

“Don’t go closer to it!” Frankie said, walking over to you to look at it too.

“What? It’s already dead, it’s cool!” You peered at it, gagging as the smell of rotting flesh hit you. You retreated back to him and wrapped your arms around his waist as you took in the expansive desert surrounding you.

“I do worry about you sometimes,” He teased you.

“As you should, baby,” You grinned and kissed him quickly. “Take a picture of me, I’ve got loads of you,”

“Watch for cars,” Frankie warned as you stepped into the middle of the road.

“Somehow I think I might see them,” You joked, it was clear from miles around you. You stood in the road and posed for the photo, waiting for a moment before calling back, ”Did you take it?”

“If you stop moving!”

“I’m posing!” You laughed, Frankie raised a brow. “Fine I’ll hold still for you, slow poke,”

“Got one,” He said after another couple seconds. You sighed and jogged back over and took the developing photo from his fingers. You smiled, it was a really nice photo actually.

“That’s cute! You are a surprisingly good photographer,”

“What can I say, I’m a man of many talents,” He smiled proudly.

“That you are,” You pressed up on your toes and kissed him on the lips again, “I’m going to take a couple more and then I will be back in the car and we can get to Vegas!” You sang, doing an excited dance at the thought of finally getting to your destination. Frankie cheered too and laughed heartily before giving you ass a little tap and letting you go.

He watched you wander about in the wilderness ahead, ever the adventurer. Unlike him, you didn’t really know the harshness of the world. You knew the things he had done, the things he’d seen, but only through stories. You weren’t hardened to the world like he was, like he used to be. Pope always teased him that you’d turned him soft but Frankie couldn’t find fault in that if it meant he could have moments like this. Usually a small reminder in his head would tell him to watch the back mirror, to watch for people hidden on the side of the road. Now, he didn’t think about any of that and instead watched you stride fearlessly into the unknown, smiling at the wildness taking photos as if you belonged among the rocks that surrounded you.

Your smile was his favourite thing in the world. He would rather die than never wake up to see it again. You brought so much joy into his life, even when things were tough to hope that you would stick around long enough to smile again helped him through. Through fights, through low moments for the both of you the smile always sat as the prize for getting through the dark. It was what he dreamt of stuck in the Andes, it was what drove him home when he wanted to run away from everything. You.

The question had been his head the entire trip. He wanted to ask at a good time, a romantic spot meant something to the two of you. One memorable and meaningful. His plan was to take you out to California, where you’d met, and propose on the same beach. But each day with you in the truck was making him impatient. He nearly slipped it out when you had sex in the horrible motel you’d stayed at the night before. He was desperate, couldn’t wait another day to ask you to be his for forever. Now, watching you and your reaction to seeing it waking up from your nap. Maybe he didn’t need California, and past memories. Maybe he could make new ones here in the middle of the desert.

He watched you walk back to the truck, slipping the last polaroid into your back pocket. You opened the door and smiled at him. That smile. The decision was made. He had to ask now.

“What?” You asked, with an awkward laugh. You could tell he wanted to say something. He didn’t so you began to pack up your camera, putting it and the polaroid photos you’d taken away safely.

“What would you say if I asked you to marry me?” He asked, you stopped fiddling with your backpack and looked back up at him. Your heart fluttered in your chest.

“What?” You were surprised. You had spoken about marriage with him, from the beginning of your relationship you had joked about being grumpy grandparents on a porch swing together. You just didn’t think Frankie was the type to just ask like this. You sat up and looked at your boyfriend. He was staring directly at you, he cleared his throat and readjusted his shirt.

“Marry me? Tonight. In Vegas,” He said with more confidence, “Our friends are already there, I don’t have ring but we can go get one when we get there and I-,” He stopped, catching himself rambling, getting excited at the idea, “I would like to marry you,” He admitted, with a hopeful smile.

“You’re serious?” You asked, shocked at his words in the best way. Francisco didn’t speak, looking back at you with hopeful eyes. He needed an answer, “Yes of course I’ll marry you! Yes!”

“Thank fuck,” He gasped as you leaned over the console and kissed him hard. You’d kissed him a million times, but this was special, a new spark.

“I have one condition,” You said as you pulled away.

“Anything,” He smiled, eyes starry looking at you, so full of love.

“I want an Elvis impersonator to officiate” You tried to remain serious but couldn’t fight the grin on your lips. Frankie laughed and shook his head, “And you need to call my dad,” You said seriously, “I know it takes away from the spontaneity but he’d be-,”

“Already asked him, two weeks ago,” He interrupted you. Your jaw dropped, shocked.

“We were at their- Oh my god that’s why Dad had that stupid grin on his face when we left, isn’t it?” You gasped, hitting his arm playfully.

“Maybe,” He smirked, proud of himself now his plan had fully worked out. You gaped at him,

“So you really planned to propose next to a decaying bird?” You looked at the skeleton again, curling your lip at it.

“The bird wasn’t in the plan,” He chuckled, turning your attention back to him with his hands on your cheeks. You smiled and leant into his touch, affectionately.

“I love you Frankie Morales,” you whispered.

“I love you too sweetheart,”

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