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ofstoriesandstardust · 2 years ago

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lights will guide you home (p.m.m.)

a/n: this is the if i stay!au i never intended to actually write, but it feels like a long time coming. this is not same mistakes-verse canon but an AU that takes place inside the same mistakes universe? does that make sense? anyways, there’s a playlist for this fic and um i think i’m gonna go sob now

summary: “If you want to go, I need you to know that it’s going to be okay.”

Or: Maverick says goodbye.

title comes from coldplay’s “fix you”

main masterlist | top gun: maverick masterlist | same mistakes-verse

warnings: hurt/no comfort, heavy angst, major character death, car accidents, hospitals, ventilators, mentions of giving birth, rebel as a baby, blood, do not drive while under the influence, hit and run, medical inaccuracies, mentions of the afterlife, mentions of canon deaths, mentions of an afterlife, i think i broke the angst meter,

word count: 6.1k

tears stream down your face/when you lose something you can not replace

It’s quiet in the room. Barely lit. The only sound comes from the machine in the corner, from the ventilator keeping his daughter alive, the steady beeping of the machine measuring her heart rate.

He sighs, letting go of her hand and bringing his arm to rest on his knees. His head hangs down, his hands coming up in the gesture of a prayer.

He knows in his heart what he needs to do.

So he steels himself, searching for the strength to be brave just one last time, and be the father she needs him to be.

He takes a deep breath, taking her hand again as he shifts up to brush some of her hair away from her face. He allows his fingers to trail over her face, trying to memorize the way it feels under his calloused fingertips.

He squeezes her hand, hanging his head once more.

“If-” His voice gets caught in his throat and he has to cough to clear it.

Be brave, one more time.

He swallows, nodding to himself.

“If you want to go, I need you to know that it’s going to be okay.”

He remembers the first time he held her so clearly.

Maybe now more than ever.

He remembers how quiet it had been in the nursery. It was late at night and he shouldn’t have been there. But Natalie’s birth had been so stressful and chaotic that the nurse must have taken pity on him, letting him in to hold his daughter.

He remember reaching out for her little hand, so small and tiny and fragile.

He remembers the fear that had struck him cold.

He wasn’t ready for this. He wasn’t ready to be a father. He barely knew how to keep himself alive, why Goose and Carole trusted him Bradley was beyond him.

Deep down, he knew that wasn’t true. He’d go to the ends of the earth for the littlest Bradshaw. His buddy.

Even in her sleep, she’d wrapped her fingers around his own, nuzzling closer to his touch. His heart clenched at the movement, feeling an overwhelming sense of love come over him, quickly replacing the fear.

He reached down, gingerly picking her up. He was afraid he’d wake her but all she did was hum as he gently pulled her to his chest. He held her over his heartbeat, slowly rubbing his hand up and down her back.

She was so small.

“Hi baby.” He whispers. “It’s your Daddy. It’s late right now, so we can officially be introduced in the morning, but I just wanted to come say hi.”

She yawns, nuzzling closer to him.

If it’s possible, love blooms even brighter in his chest, a sense of pride swelling in him.

This was his child.

He bows his head, tucking his chin on top of her head, hiding the tears at the fact that Carole and Goose had been right, that all he needed was to see her, and it would all click.

This was his daughter.

Looking down at the little child in his arms, he places a soft kiss to her head before gently putting her back down. He reaches out, tracing his fingertips over the few tufts of hair on her head.

He swears, in that moment, that he would do whatever it took to protect his daughter from harm.

He couldn’t protect her.

It’s all he can think of as Penny drives him to the hospital.

He should’ve been there to protect her.

The night is rainy, thundering against the rooftop of the car as he struggles to keep himself upright and breathing, mind racing with the worst possibilities. Out of the corner of his eye, he recognizes the movement of Penny glancing at him before reaching out to squeeze his thigh.

“She’ll be okay.” Penny whispers. “Your daughter is nothing if not a fighter.”

He knows that, rationally, he knows that.

But for as much of a fighter as his daughter is, he knows that the universe is just as much of a cruel temptress, who cares little about matters of life and death, of love and loss, of the people who are still needed on this earth.

Bradley needed her. Javy too. Amelia and yes, even Jake.

Many loved his daughter, even if she didn't always see it. Many needed her in their lives.

He still needed his daughter.

Getting the call, the worst call, had been like a bucket of ice down his spine.

The hospital hadn’t told him anything over the phone, which only stood to heighten his fears. They’d just asked him to come to the hospital as soon as he possibly could, which only made his worry grow.

The rest of the drive is a blur.

He remembers his breath getting caught in his throat as he stepped through the door, brain flashing back to the night Carole had checked into the hospital for the last time.

Penny squeezes his shoulder, bringing him back to the present. She nods at him, the smallest signs of encouragement, moving her hand down his arm to intertwine her fingers with his own.

You can do this.

He walks to the front desk, the nurse in green and pink scrubs with frogs looking up at him. “How may I help you?”

“My- my daughter.” Penny squeezes his hand as he forces himself to take a shaky breath. “I’m Pete Mitchell, I received a call that my daughter was in a car crash and was brought here?”

The nurse behind the one sitting, wearing all blue scrubs, looks up at him from a chart she’s looking over. “You’re Pete Mitchell?”

He nods, afraid of the look the flashes through her eyes at the sight of him, at the way she softens as she steps closer like he’s a wounded animal who might run.

“Your daughter is still in surgery. When she’s out of surgery, she’ll be moved to the ICU and at that time, you may see her. I’m afraid I can’t give you any more information at this time.”

“How- how did this happen?”

Someone clears their throat, prompting them to turn. An older man is standing next them. He’s wearing a police uniform, holding his cap in his hands.

There’s lines under his eyes, sign of years of laughter and love.

What won’t be for the first time that night, he’s struck with the realization that his daughter may never see those days.

“Mr. Mitchell, I’m Officer John Matthews. I was the responding officer at the scene. I rode with your daughter in the ambulance here and I’d be happy to fill you on what happened. I’d like to wait with you, if that’s alright.”

He realizes too late that there’s still blood on this man’s uniform.

His daughter’s blood.

“We’d love to know anything you can tell us.” Penny says from beside him.

His breathing is coming out in shorts bursts now as he zeroes in on the crimson stain against the Navy blue on this man’s uniform. It feels like he’s underwater as this man guides them to a set of chairs to sit.

A thought strikes him, breaking him out of the panic.

“I’ve- I’ve gotta call Brad. Do you think he knows? He needs to be here, he-” He stands up, staggering as he fumbles for his phone, patting his pockets.

“Mav!” A voice calls out from across the waiting room, sprinting towards him from the door.

His head swings up, barely catching sight of his son before his body barrels into him. Instinctively, he wraps his arms around him, trying to soothe his shaking body.

“They called, they wouldn’t tell me anything, oh God, please tell me she’s going to be okay-”

Bradley pulls away, wiping at his eyes furiously.

“Kiddo, I-” He shakes his head. “I don’t know. She’s still in surgery.”

“Why don’t you have a seat? Officer Matthews was just about to explain what happened, he was the responding officer on the scene.” Penny says softly from behind them. Bradley nods, moving to one of the chairs, pulling Maverick with him. “This is Bradley, her fiancé.”

Matthews gives Brad a small smile. “Hi son. Nice to meet you.”

Bradley gives a jerky nod in return.

Matthews sighs, running his hands over his pants. “Your daughter was hit by a driver who was driving while under the influence. Her car was t-boned on the driver side in the middle of the intersection. The driver had the red but sped through the intersection anyways, hitting her at 80 miles per hour. He took off after the accident, but because he was highly intoxicated and injured and on foot, he only made it a few blocks before officers caught up with him. He’s currently in custody and sustained minor injuries. We have traffic cam footage of the accident as well, so he will be facing charges.”

Matthews sounds like he’s rattling off a report he wrote, telling them the pure facts and nothing more.

“I was the responding officer at the scene. Because of the rain and the force of the impact, your daughter’s car slid on the asphalt and-” Matthews cuts himself off, taking a shaky breath before shutting his eyes. He doesn’t need the officer to continue to guess what happened next. “Mr. Mitchell, I am so sorry. We did everything we could at the scene to give her proper medical attention before EMTs got there. I am so sorry.”

Next to him, Bradley whimpers. “She was just supposed to be picking Harvard up. She was just supposed to pick him up and take him back to his house and come home. I offered to go with her, but she told me to stay in bed, that I looked too cozy with Buddy. I should’ve been there. It should’ve been me.”

Shoes squeak on the floor, causing them all to look up.

Javy is standing there, looking paler and shaky than he’s ever been, even after the time he went into g-loc the first time this group had all been together. He seems frozen in place, fear etched into every inch of his face.

Jake’s next to him, barely keeping Javy from tumbling to the floor.

Behind him, he can see Natasha’s shorter figure.

Bob towers over them, with Mickey leveling out the group.

The shoes they heard are attached to that of Reuben, who’s holding a coffee carrier. His wife Celia is next to him, holding two more.

No one seems sure what to say, all just looking at one another.

“If Rebel was here, she’d say we all look like the Spiderman meme.” Mickey breathes out, a ghost of a smile appearing on his face.

It’s Jake who laughs first, breaking the tension. “Garcia, could you read the room please?” He says through choked chuckles, head swinging back to the shorter man.

Mickey shrugs. “She would’ve thought it was funny.”

“I hate that you’re right and I can not wait to see the look on Rebel’s face when you tell her that.” Reuben says. “Now come on you lot, sit. We’re going to be here a while.” Reuben nods his head to chairs as they follow his direction, gathering around him and Bradley. “I brought coffee for everyone. The smallest of comfort right now, you know?”

The group is silent as they sit, taking their coffee from Reuben and Celia. When Reuben gets to Maverick, he wordlessly holds out the drink before sitting down next to him. Penny has since moved, talking with Celia and checking in with the aviators. He shifts the cardboard sleeve on the cup as Reuben sighs, leaning back in the chair.

“I’m really sorry Mav.” He says, shaking his head. “I’m- I’m a Dad and I can’t even imagine what you’re going through right now.”

“That explain the coffee?” He asks, holding the cup up.

Reuben chuckles. “That’s Celia’s idea. She’s holding it together for me, I think. Penny called me and Celia’s first instinct was to figure out how to make it better for everyone else. We fell in love with saints of women.”

He frowns, nodding.

Penny really had been great and things really hadn’t even begun to unfold.

He had no idea what would happen over the next 24 hours.

So yeah, maybe he could kind of understand the appeal of coffee, a small gift of something he didn’t have to worry about while he focused in on the one thing that did matter: his kid.

He isn’t sure how much longer he sits there, tearing at the edges of the cardboard sleeve. The waiting room is quiet, a nervous tension buzzing in the air.

His pilots are quiet, maybe for the first time in their lives.

Callie has appeared along with Billy and Neil. Her head is leaned on Billy’s shoulder, legs propped up on Billy’s lap.

Mickey’s leaned back in his chair, Reuben’s arm thrown over his WSO. Celia is on the opposite side of Mickey, rubbing her arm up and down the man’s shoulders.

Natasha is next to Brad, her hand on his knee. Bob’s next to them, arm slung over Nat’s shoulder as she leans into his chest.

Javy won’t let Jake touch him, it seems. Javy’s head is in his hands all while Jake watches his boyfriend closely.

“Pete Mitchell?”

He looks up towards the voice. It’s the nurse from earlier, the one with the pink scrubs with frogs.

“Your daughter is out of surgery. Dr. Hansley was wondering if he could have a word?”

He nods, standing up from his chair with aching limbs as he walks towards the nurse and down a hallway with her, feeling almost like he’s walking towards hearing his daughter’s death sentence.

The doctor meets them outside of the ICU, a younger man with glasses atop his nose. He almost looks like Bob.

“Mr. Mitchell, it’s good to meet you. I’m Dr. Carlos Hansley, I was the chief surgeon who operated on your daughter.”

“Is she going to be okay?” He asks abruptly, unable to bring himself to do the niceties.

The doctor sighs. “Unfortunately, I can’t guarantee that. Your daughter had many mild contusions and lacerations along the left side of her body. In addition, she also had what is called a hemothorax, which is internal bleeding in the lungs. This was due to the impact of the collision and the subsequent rolling of the car. We had to sedate her and put her on a ventilator to allow for a chest tube to be inserted so as to drain the blood. We also suspect that she may have some brain swelling due to the collision, but our main priority was to drain the blood from her lungs.”

He swallows, nodding. “So, what’s best case scenario we’re looking at here?”

“Best case scenario? We are able to ween the sedation and take her off the ventilator at some point over the next few days, where she will be able to breath on her own.” The doctor pauses, biting his lip.

“But?”

“But there is no telling just how much her quality of life will be diminished, just that it will most likely be severe. As of right now, we are unable to tell the long-term consequences of the collision. Your daughter is physically stable right now. But it’s up to her to keep fighting and I want you to be fully aware that it may not be worth it to her.” Dr. Hansley sighs. “This is never easy to tell a parent but you should prepare yourself for the possibility that your daughter may not wake up.”

His ears begin to ring at the words, suddenly feeling underwater once more.

“Can I see her?”

Dr. Hansley nods. “This is your daughter’s nurse, Jessica. Should you need anything while you’re with her, Jessica can help you and will be attending to your daughter. She will explain all the visitation rules while she is in the ICU.”

He nods as the doctor excuses himself, walking down the hallway.

“You mentioned something about a fiancé?”

He nods, looking back down the hallway where he came from. “Yes, Bradley. He’s her fiancé.”

She nods, gesturing back towards the hallway. “We usually limit visitors in the ICU to that of family, and although not legally married, I trust that he will want to be here. However, it seems that there are many people here who might wish to say goodbye to her, so I just ask that you all behave and limit yourselves to three in the room at a time.”

“Do you think she’ll make it?” He hears himself asking before he can even register that the words have left his mouth.

It almost feels like he’s floating.

Jessica sighs. “It’s tough to say, Mr. Mitchell. I think that your daughter is going to be one hell of a fighter. Why don’t you stay with your daughter if it’s alright I inform her fiancé of her state?”

He nods, starting towards the bed he can see his daughter laying on through the glass window on the door before stopping again. “We’re Navy.” He admits sheepishly. “They’re my pilots, they fly with my daughter. They’re family.”

She gives him a soft smile. “Well then I’ll make sure they all know they’re welcome to come by. I’ll send Bradley down here as well.”

“Thank you.” He whispers.

“Of course, Mr. Mitchell.”

“Pete. Please call me Pete.”

She nods. “Of course, Pete. Now go look after your daughter.”

It’s the waiting that kills him from the inside out, unable to do anything more for his daughter than just wait.

It’s not for another two days before the doctor informs them that they should probably start thinking about taking his daughter off the ventilator and letting her pass peacefully.

Bradley rages.

The next morning, everyone prepares to say their goodbyes.

Despite the open offer to go with them, he keeps himself in the waiting room, Penny’s hand in his.

Callie and Billy go first. Callie only makes it a few minutes before she re-appears, sobbing so hard he isn’t sure she’s breathing.

Reuben and Celia go next, Celia bringing a little teddy bear Reuben’s boys, Elijah and Adrian, had picked out for her to bring her comfort in her last moments.

When Celia leaves, Mickey joins Reuben. The two are in there for almost an hour and a half and he wonders what stories Mickey is telling her before he never gets the chance to. He briefly thinks he might be catching her up on the latest Marvel film she hadn't seen yet, although he couldn’t tell you what it was.

Natasha and Bob go together, although Bob leaves before Natasha does, the girl spending another 45 minutes with his daughter. He wonders what kinds of promises she’s making about Bradley.

“Do you know what you’re going to do yet?”

He shakes his head slowly, unable to meet his girlfriend’s eyes. She sigh, shifting gently in the chair next to him as Amelia disappears down the hallway with Jake to go say goodbye.

“I’ll support you no matter what choice you make Pete.” She says, taking his head and settling her chin into his shoulder.

“I want to be selfish.” He says, his voice cracking. “I want to be selfish and tell her to stay. I want her to fight and I want her to make it. I want to be selfish and keep my daughter with me.” He shakes his head, swallowing as he finally turns to look Penny in the eye. “But she could live the rest of her life in pain. We have no idea what life would be life for her physically if she woke up, to say nothing of her mental state. And I would never forgive myself if my daughter spent another ten years on this Earth in pain all because I was selfish.”

“We make sacrifices for the ones we love.” She whispers.

“I just wish it didn’t have to be me.”

“She loved you Pete.” Penny whispers, pressing a kiss to his shoulder blade. “I know that doesn’t make it better or bring your daughter back but she loved you. She knows the sacrifice you’re making for her. You did right by your kid Pete.”

“She deserved more time.”

“I know but you’ve got to be brave enough to let her go. You’re strong enough to let her go and I’m right there with you.”

“I love you, you know that?”

She gives him a watery smile, pushing back some of his hair. He sits there a minute more, allowing himself to feel her love before he stands up.

“Pete, wait.”

He turns as Penny stands up, wrapping him in a hug. “Tell her I loved her too.”

“She loved you Penny.”

“My favorite thing about her. How much love she had to give to everyone.” She squeezes him before stepping back. “I’ll be right here.”

He nods before sighing, turning away to walk towards his daughter’s room. He passes Amelia in the hallway and she stops, giving him a hug. He holds the girl to his chest, noting the way she’s grown up before his very eyes.

“I’m sorry Maverick.” She whispers.

“It’s okay A. She’ll be somewhere better, you know that.” She nods, wiping at her eyes once more before disappearing down the hallway towards her Mom.

He finally reaches her room, pausing outside the cracked door, as he catches the sound of Jake’s voice.

“-you didn’t even like me, you know?” The blonde sniffs and he suspects Jake might be barely suppressing tears. “You didn't even like me and yet you tried so hard for Javy.” Another sniff. “I think maybe that’s what I’ll miss most: your heart. You loved people so deeply, and you tried to see the best in everyone even when they’re just awful to you.”

He pushes the door open a little wider, leaning against the doorframe as he takes in the pilot seated next to her bed. He’s holding one of her hands, head bent over her body.

“You know, I- I would always argue with you just because I thought it was fucking funny. Javy always begged me to stop, told me that one day I was gonna get smacked and he wouldn’t feel sorry for me. But- But I loved that about us, you know? We argued and bickered and got in each other’s faces but you still would’ve picked the phone up at 3 am if I had called.”

Jake sniffs again and as Maverick creeps closer into the room, he can see the fresh tear tracks on Jake’s face.

“Getting to know you has been one of the greatest pleasures of my life. You were a light, Rebel, and the world will surely be darker without you. I’m- I’m sorry it had to end this way and those words feel hollow but I am. I’m sorry for all the things you’ll never get to see. I um- I bought that ring I was showing you.” Jake sniffs agains as Pete’s heart clenches.

His daughter had been helping Jake plan to propose to Javy, he realizes.

“It’s a shame you won’t be here to see it, because he’d want you to be here. He loved you with his whole heart, you know. You two truly were platonic soulmates and I loved y’alls friendship maybe more than you loved it. Because I knew that if something ever happened to me, you’d be there to look after him. So here’s my promise to you: I’ll look after them. I’ll look after Javy, I’ll look after Bradley, and I’ll even be sure to look after Pops. I don’t want you to worry that they’ll be alone because they won’t.”

Jake rubs his hands over his face as he pulls away from her, standing up from his chair.

“There’s some place better.”

Jake jumps, turning to face him.

“Mav, I-”

“She really cared about you.”

The pilot nods, glancing back at her. “She was a good friend. I’m really gonna miss her.”

“There’s some place better.” He whispers, throat closing up as he looks back to his daughter.

He knew what he needed to do.

Jake pats him on the shoulder as he walks past. He stands there for a minute, just watching her before moving closer to her bed, sitting down in the chair Jake had abandoned as he picks up her hand.

He squeezes it, looking over his daughter. He spies the little teddy bear tucked up on the bed, right next to her cheek. It almost makes it seem like she’s just fallen asleep.

There was an ache settling in his chest, one he was never sure he’d fill, the same ache that had settled in his chest when Goose, Carole, Ice, left him.

“If you want to go, I want you to know that it’s going to be okay.” He whispers, looking at her face. He rubs his thumbs over the bruised knuckles, wondering how they ended up here.

She wasn’t supposed to beat him back to them.

She was supposed to live a long, healthy life with Bradley and their dog and everything she had ever wanted.

He decides in that moment that losing his child is more painful than anything he’s ever experienced as his breathing becomes ragged, eyes wet.

“I want- I want to be selfish. I want to be selfish and tell you to stay, to fight, to be here with us. But I know that- that fighting may not be worth what you know will wait for you if you wake up. And I guess- I guess it’s kind of my choice here too, and that maybe I’m taking it away from you. But from the moment you were born, I-”

He chokes on his breath, shuddering as he bows his head. “I promised to keep you safe. I promised I would protect you. And I’ve done a really shit job of it, haven’t I? I’ve failed you, every time, I’ve failed. And I won’t- I won’t fail you this time kiddo. I promise.” His voice cracks on the last word, body overcome with sobs.

He isn’t sure how long he sits there, crying over her body, but the sky outside has darkened by the time he finally pulls himself together, the answer becoming clearer as he looks at her.

Finally, he stands up, ready to face his decision.

He sighs, closing the door behind him as he faces Javy and Bradley. They’re the only two left, minus Jake who’s lingering. He’d sent the rest of them home hours ago, wanting them to get some rest. They both watch him carefully as he pulls up a chair in front of them.

He swallows, the tears refusing to leave even as he tried to steady himself. “I have made the decision to pull her off the ventilator.”

The words are quiet but Bradley’s next are not.

“Mav, you can’t.” His eyes are wide and he can’t bring himself to meet them for too long, knowing he’s got the same betrayed look in his eye the day he found out he had pulled his papers. “Why are you just- why are you just giving up on her? She still has so much fight in her.”

“Bradley, listen to me.” He says, doing his best to keep his voice measured. “We have no idea what it would be like for her if she survived. She would probably never fly again, she could spend the rest of her life in pain. I’m not taking that risk, not when she can go peacefully.”

“No, she- she wouldn’t want you doing this.”

“Bradley, you have to let her go.” He whispers. The pilot stands up abruptly, chair clattering to the floor from the force of the movement.

“No!” He nearly shouts. “No, and I can’t believe I’m the only one fighting for her. I can’t believe you’re giving up on her like this! She’d be so disappointed in you, Mav.” Maverick winces, looking away from his son.

“Brad, I’m sorry but this is what’s for the best for her.”

“No, you’re wrong. I- I can’t be here.”

Bradley turns, stalking down the hallway as he lets out a sigh, rubbing a hand over his face.

“You’re doing the right thing.” Javy says quietly, even as he looks torn apart from the inside out.

“You’re welcome to stay when they take the ventilator out until she passes.”

Javy sniffs, shaking his head. “I can’t. I’m afraid- I’m afraid that if I stay, that’s going to be the only way I remember her. And I- I want to remember her the way I’ve always known my best friend. I want to remember her as the girl with the witty comments and who loved so fiercely. I want to remember her as full of life and not- not laying in a hospital bed.”

He nods, reaching over to grasp Javy in a hug. The man returns it, tucking his head into his shoulder. “You were her best friend. No one can take that from you and it'll always be that way.”

Javy nods, gripping him tighter.

“I’m gonna go- I’m gonna go say goodbye to her.”

He nods as Javy clings to him for a minute more before letting him go, moving to walk into the room.

“Mav?” He turns, catching sight of Javy hesitating at her door. “Would- would you go with me? I’m- I’m scared.”

He follows Javy into the room, shutting the door behind them. He stands, back resting against the wall, as Javy takes her hand. It’s all he does for a while, just looking at her.

“I- I don’t even know where to start.” Javy whispers. “You were—are—my best friend. I don’t want to say goodbye because goodbye means that I have to move on with life without you in it and God, there’s never been a moment we’ve been friends where I thought of that as a possibility. I’m always- I’m always gonna remember you as the girl with the witty comebacks and insane flying skills and some of the best hugs.” Javy takes a shaky breath. “God, I always took for granted the time we had. I thought we’d have forever to get up to stupid shit and annoy our partners and I-”

It’s then that Javy breaks down and he’s known his pilot long enough to know when he needs space. It’s hard on him too, watching all these people who had loved her have to say goodbye to her.

It kills him to think that there might've been a point in her life where she had thought she wasn’t loved so strongly, so immensely.

He walks blindly down the hallways to the nurses station where Jessica sits, typing something on the computer. She catches sight of him, offering him a soft smile. “Yes, Pete? What can I do for you?”

He sighs, leaning against the counter. “I’ve decided I want to take her off the ventilator.”

She sighs and nods. “I think you’re making the right choice here, Pete.” She says, standing up from the desk.

“I hope so.”

They walk down the hallway as she softly explains the procedure to him, how they’ll sedate her so she’ll feel no pain as she goes. She explains that they can be there the whole time so that she doesn’t have to be alone when she goes.

As the reach the room, Javy’s still in there, Jake hugging his boyfriend as he cries. Javy pulls back when he spots them, Jake understanding in a moment what’s about to happen.

Javy leaves the room, Jake offering him a final hug as he exits. He takes a deep breath, sitting down in a chair, as Jessica begins the process of taking her off the ventilator. He forces himself to watch, to hold his daughter’s hand as he tries to soothe her.

Finally, as Jessica leaves, she rests a hand on his shoulder and whispers, “Let me know if you need anything.” He nods numbly, unable to look away from his daughter. She leaves, the sound of the door shutting behind her sounding through the room.

He glances at the monitor, realizing her numbers aren’t going down like they should be.

“Why is she fighting?” He whispers, rubbing his thumb over her knuckles. “It’s okay sweetheart. I’m here, please don’t fight it, please just let go. It’s okay, I’m telling you it’s okay to go.”

He nervously watches the numbers on the machine next to her, wondering if she’s in pain, desperately hoping she’s not panicking and thinking they abandoned her.

“It’s okay, honey. Let go. I’m right here honey, it’s okay.”

The door opens, revealing Bradley, who looks beyond distraught. His hair is tugged in wildly different directions, eyes red as his face is covered in tear tracks. He shuts the door quietly behind him, walking to sit down next to her.

“How’s she doing?” He whispers, taking her other hand.

“Fighting it.”

Bradley grimaces, leaning forward to run his fingers over her forehead and down her cheek. “It’s okay baby. Your Dad and I, we’re right here. Let go. It’s okay to go, please don’t fight it.”

He watches as his daughter’s numbers settle to how Jessica told him they should, almost like she’s breathing a sigh of relief as Bradley tells her it’s okay.

“I love you, baby. It’s okay to go. Go to Mom and Dad, they’ll take care of you. I’ll be okay, I promise. I know you’ll wait for me. Just let go, let them take care of you.”

His throat closes as he watches Bradley say goodbye, intertwining his fingers with her own.

He forces himself to not watch the numbers on the machine that signal her getting closer to passing but instead focuses in on her face, the last few moments he has with his daughter.

“I love you sweetheart. It’s okay, you don’t have to be scared. Ice is waiting for you.” He whispers, squeezing your hand. “He’ll take good care of you, sweetheart.”

In what is probably a matter of seconds, but feel more like a lifetime, she slips away.

The machine gives a steady beep, signaling the end of her life.

Bradley squeezes her hand ever so tighter, his head falling to rest on her arm as a sob overtakes his body. His shoulders are shaking with the weight of everything.

Maverick can’t make himself move. He should go over there, comfort his son, tell him it will be okay, but he can’t bring himself to look away from the sight of his daughter.

She looked so peaceful.

Go to Mom and Dad, they’ll take care of you. I’ll be okay, I promise...

You feel warm, the sound of Bradley’s voice appearing. It’s comforting, hearing him tell you that it’s okay. You want to give him a hug, to run your fingers through his hair, and give him one last kiss. To tell him that you’re sorry it had to end this way, that the two of you hadn’t had more time.

You want to curl up in your Dad’s arms, like all those times you’d done when you were scared when you were little. To tell him you were sorry you had become one more person he had lost.

You hoped they stayed close to each other for the time they had left, that they wouldn’t make it their mission to come join you too soon.

It’s okay, you don’t have to be scared. Ice is waiting for you...

Something lights up inside of you at the thought of your godfather again. As their voices become fuzzy and distant, the warmth envelopes you, almost like a hug as you’re drifting off to sleep.

The next thing you feel is someone strong wrapping their arms around you, a hug from someone who smells like honey and ocean water. Like Carole had.

The warm white clears, revealing a man who looks to be like your fiancé did, if only 40 years before. A man you recognize from pictures and hazy memories. He offers you a kind smile, if albeit a bit sad.

Th person hugging you strokes your hair, whispering words that don’t register as your throat closes up, catching sight of another figure.

“Ice?”

He turns, giving you a watery smile.

“Hi kiddo.”

The person hugging you pulls back every so slightly, giving you a chance to catch the unmistakable blonde hair of Carole Bradshaw. She gives you a warm smile, still not letting go of you.

“You’re safe now. We’ve got you.”

#pete maverick mitchell #bradley rooster bradshaw #bradley rooster bradshaw x reader #pete maverick mitchell fic #same mistakes #top gun: maverick fic #top gun: maverick

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is-that-plural · 3 months ago

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Okay this one may be reaching super far HOWEVER

Judith Ford/Natalie Cook from 36 questions! (Its a podcast musical so I will mention music and stuff)

The basic plot is Judith meets this guy named Jase, and- in an effort to get away from her past- changes her name and entire identity to hide who she is! During the 3(?) years they’re married she goes by Natalie Cook, forged documents, makes up a backstory, etc. Jase finds out, things happen, and then Judith finds her way back to Jase and then the plot of 36 questions happens. Basically they go through *the* 36 questions (look it up if you want) they went through the first time they met, and then fun things happen that we don’t fully care about. All you need to know is she goes by Judith (her true identity) throughout this.

Now we can get to the possible system implications.

I don’t want to claim that alters are fake identities, because they aren’t, but I feel like I can justify a case for Natalie possibly being another alter!

It is implied that Judith had childhood trauma/a generally unstable home life, as she mentions in the song “Our Word” where she says she continuously lied to “[keep] the waters calm”. She started doing this around ~8, so it’s implied that things happened beforehand. It is also implied in the same song she has some kind of depression, which is common in trauma survivors. Don’t take this as hard evidence though.

The main part I want to talk about is in the song “We Both.” She literally starts the song with “When I was with you, I was real.” This is probably meant to read as, despite her identity being fake, the love she felt for Jase and her personality were real. However, through a plural lens, you can see this as Natalie signaling to Jase that she was quite literally herself with him, despite having to “fake” her identity. Similar line from the song: “When I was with you I didn’t feel lost, confused, or frightened, or scared to be who I am.” Jase also near the end of the song talks about Judith and Natalie as if they’re separate people “But now I’m reevaluating how similar you are to her.” There’s also the line from the end “When I am with you I am actually too real” which can be read as Natalie almost giving away the fact she was an alter?? Maybe??

Some more evidence comes in “A Better Version” where Judith sings about how she felt like her life with Jase as Natalie was better. Which actually can count as some counter evidence for this theory as she specifically states she “heard the perfect opportunity to be someone else entirely” and says it was to be “free from [her] history”, but I digress. She says “And I loved who I was with you.” Which is, again, treating Natalie and Judith as different people! She also has an entire verse about how she loved doing things she used to hate (which even though it’s supposed to be read in a romance context, can be taken as Natalie having different opinions to Judith!) Judith also says “Natalie, your wife, she was a better person” again referring to the two as different people!

In “Answer 36” she’s talking to yourself using “you” as if she’s talking to someone else! Which, I admit, is extraordinarily common even in singlets, but it’s something! This is also after something that was very stressful for her, and it could be Judith and Natalie talking possibly! Again, this is meant to be a coping mechanism and is common in singlets, but I’m trying to get as much as I can for this theory over here.

Wow, uh— that was a LOOONG rant. Sorry about that! Just wanted to talk about some possible plurality in a very niche fandom :3

[ we are in this fanbase actually !! huge fans of the show <3 ]

Whilst canonically its very much just the biggest lie Judith got herself into (on Purpose, mind you; a huge part of Jace's problems with her Lay in the fact that Judith did all of this as a Choice and i think that's the biggest evidence countering it as sadly shes just a singlet with ptsd and depression and possibly other disorders that dont seem to be plural), She does have some aspects of plurality in her character overall though ! we see where you're coming from !!

so: is that plural

Rating: not really, but there's definitely some 'ingredients' of plurality in her character !

#gotta get creative with saying hints of plurality so hopefully ingredients works #mod 🦉#HUGE fan of the show btw like ive been relistening to it on and off for like. 3 years now jhdsgf #so dont take this as disagreement at all !!#in fact for the most part we are agreeing with you! you seem aware of the fact that its not intentionally plural at all and i love that #plural rating #didosdd #did #osdd #osdd system #endos dni #anti endo #plural #plurality #plural system #did system #actually dissociative #complex dissociative disorder #dissociative identity disorder

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malkaleh · 1 year ago

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Some Behind The Scenes Of The Fictional Tudors OT3 Verse Tudors TV Show:

@nocompromise-noregrets Ellie meeting Rupert Graves alongside thee Norwich Expert to give him a tour of Welles Hall. (This is made into one of the special features and also contains much of the ‘no one hates John Norwich like his actor’ content)

James, Natalie and JRM get to go and see the actual chest and contents that Maya found and it’s so emotional, especially because some of this are things the public does not get to see.

So in this world the Duchess of Cambridge is a bisexual Persian Jewish woman and she also wears the ring that the triad had made out of their engagement ring and gave to their oldest son to give to his wife and it’s been passed down ever since. So they get to talk to her and to see it up close and also the private garden that Henry had built for Thomas and Anne and then later their children - the garden that the current royal family uses.

Imaging Sophie Turner and whoever is playing Robert Dudley (I should work that out) going to visit an intact Kennilworth Castle aka Elizabeth and Robert’s other main residence.

#lil and her ridiculous aus #ot3: political power trio #fic #tudors ot3 verse reference #herawell #theladyelizabeth

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alwaysaqueene · 5 months ago

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Destined Queen

Indie RP Blog for Original Character’ Medieval, Regency, and High Fantasy Verses — Sideblog to @joyfulmagic & special verses for Relta & Aislin of @fantasiesandfolklore, guest test muse Prince Alastair as well

Written by 𝕷𝖊𝖙𝖙𝖎𝖊 [Lettie] || Mun is 25+ || Blog is 18+ (Preferably 21+)

Minors (under 18) and Personal Blogs DO NOT INTERACT

[Relta’s “Regular” Bio]

[Verse Info Tag] [Guest Staring Lord Alastair, Half-Brother to Relta] & Aislin’s Medieval Verses from @fantasiesandfolklore FCs Used: Charlotte Hope (18-32); Rebecca Ferguson (30+); Ruairi O’Connor (18-35); Anya Taylor Joy (18+); & Natalie Dormer (30+)

Rules are below the readmore on this post

Heavily Affiliated With: @ofheroesandscholars, @singeart, @blackarrcw, @luposcainus, @aislingarrow and @tsarincvdova

𝒜 𝓈𝓉𝓊𝒹𝓎 𝒾𝓃…being the bad guy, raising Hell and high water, religion, paganism, royalty, destiny, fighting fate, the girl with ice in her veins and a heart of gold, blood spilled for justice, living out of spite, heroics, being the final girl, the stench of the battlefield after a war, and taking one’s rightful place on the throne.

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NO minors (under 18 years old / still in high school) or personal blogs please! I’d prefer to write only with muns ABOVE age 21, as I am currently 27 (6/2024) years old.

Open to non-mutuals, but still semi-selective toward the selective side

Preferential treatment given to those I’ve built an OOC relationship with / am heavily affiliated with. Just being honest.

No god modding with the exception of starters, as I know you kind of have to a bit to write a decent starter

Multi-para / novella length replies usually. Please attempt to meet my length or at least my effort. Sometimes replies are short to move things along, I get that.

No auto-shipping, as Relta does not want to fall in love or have a co-monarch as a default in the phoenix queen/queen of ashes verses

IF we do ship, know I’ll be simping for them and wish to talk about them OOC a fair amount. Also, expect playlists for solidified ships haha.

My main triggers are animal death, parent death, cancer, infertility, and Dementia/Alzheimer's. Memory issues due to other reasons are fine. PLEASE let me know your triggers so I can avoid them as well.

Dark topics will be present, and the presence of NSF/W isn’t impossible. I will tag NS/FW as “lemons” or “mild lemons” depending on the severity (like PG-13 versus R rated).

Relta is queer, as is the mun. Please be respectful of that.

The mun is neurodivergent and disabled, so please be patient with me. I may miss stuff like social cues at times.

My discord is open to mutuals, but it’s an easy one to guess based on my main blog hub title lol

I have studied history and international politics in college, and plan to focus on medieval times in graduate school when I attend. Relta’s verses on this blog are heavily influenced by actual history and historical figures, so please know I HAVE done my research or asked my Tudor historian friend lol I might twist it and throw in a ton of various influences, but it’s still historically inspired.

I saw BBC’s Robin Hood…18 years ago now…when it first came out and I was a kid, so I’m a bit rusty on it since I can’t find a free way to rewatch it. Thus, I’ll be leaning into headcanons a bit and actual history about King Richard, the Crusades, and Robin Hood lore for the V: Lionhearted verse. I’d be happy to discuss the show AND history/lore with anyone interested in this verse.

I often post worldbuilding and headcanon stuff about Relta in these verses, so don’t be surprised if they outnumber IC posts for a while.

Relta has been an OC of mine since I played make believe with my friends in elementary school, and simply has evolved to who she is now through a passion for creative writing and a gaining of knowledge on character building. She’s still a bit Mary Sue-ish at times, but I work hard to incorporate her flaws and weaknesses as much as I do her strengths and positive traits. She’s not perfect, as no one is.

I am mobile always, so I cannot cut posts unfortunately.

#Self promo #Historical rp #historical fiction rp #historical fantasy rp #fantasy rp #magic rp #indie rp #open rp #Got rp #Game of thrones rp #House of the dragon rp #hotd rp #Mythology rp #medieval rp #Pinned post #Spotify

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liminalmemories21 · 1 year ago

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Fuck it Friday

tagged by @jesuisici33. Thank you!

Okay, technically this is an outtake from Knave-3, but honestly it could go in any story (which is one of the reasons it's an outtake - it didn't feel specific to the knave-iterations of TK and Carlos - also it was a scene that wasn't really doing anything except being silly, and I was having pacing issues, kill your darlings, etc., etc.).

Also tagging @lemonlyman-dotcom because I don't usually post about music and I thought you'd appreciate it.

He's with Lexi going over case files when his phone rings. And, he usually keeps it on silent, not exactly for this reason, although it's definitely one of them. But, he promised he'd pick his mother up from her eye appointment today and he didn't want to get caught up and miss her call. Lexi looks up sharply when his phone lets out a guitar riff, and he scrambles to find it before the lyrics can start. She cocks her head. "Is that?" He grits his teeth, rifling through the piles of papers on the table as Natalie Maines's voice cuts in - <yeah, I could use a Texas Man> Lexi snorts, and he glares at her. "You want to help me here?" She shakes her head, leaning back in her chair. "And miss this?" He steps back from the table, hands on his hips, trying to triangulate where the sound is coming from <who's not afraid to take his time, he's gotta have patient hands> Her hands tap on the table in time to the beat. "TK?" He nods shortly. "He thinks it's funny." <Been way too long since somebody's body kept me up all night, Yeah, that good kinda keepin' me up all night> He finally finds the phone and answers it, cutting off the next verse. "TK?" then covers the phone to talk to Lexi. "Give me a second?" She nods and gets up, stretching. "I'll grab us some coffee." She pauses in the doorway. "Tell TK he's right." He raises an eyebrow at her, and she grins. "It is funny." She ducks the ball of paper he throws at her. He turns his attention back to TK. "You changed the ringtone on my phone?" "Like three weeks ago. This is really the first time you've heard it?" "I'm at work." TK just laughs. "Who should I bring coffee for next time I'm there?" "Nobody. I was with Lexi, and she agrees with you that it's funny. Me, on the other hand, you definitely owe something." TK's voice drops. "Got something in mind, baby?" "Guess you'll have to wait until later to find out." There's a pause where he can picture TK pouting, and reminds him. "I'm driving Mom home in a bit, and I'll probably stay for dinner." TK groans, and he leans back against the wall, smiling. "Don't dish it out if you can't take it, sweetheart." "I can take it just fine," TK purrs. He snorts. "Yeah yeah, later. Did you just call to flirt with me, or was there a reason?" "Flirting with you is a reason," TK objects.

open tag for anyone who wants to post an outtake or a snippet

#knave-verse #outtakes #tarlos #911 lonestar #au

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cherrylng · 6 months ago

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Muse Disc Guide - Absolution [STYLE Series #004 - Muse (August 2010)]

IN MUSIC Having established the basic structure of the ‘Muse style’ in the ‘guitar rock’ format (with piano) with their previous album, the band entered the phase of developing it with this album. In order to try something new, they entered the studio with Paul Reeve, who had been involved with Muse from the beginning, while looking for a replacement for John Leckie, who had been the main producer of the previous two albums. They recorded four songs that they described as ‘Queen-esque’, with a 32-piece orchestra and 98 layers of chorus work. The band recorded two more pieces, the lush (9/ Blackout), with a graceful mandolin sound, and (10/ Butterflies & Hurricanes), inspired by Rachmaninoff's piano concerto.

However, in the process of finishing those two songs, and with Rich Costey as producer, the band reconsidered a return to an over-the-top, yet hard-hitting sound, keeping in mind that they were a three-piece live band. In addition, the sense of crisis in the world situation at the time began to cast a shadow over both lyrics and sound, and the overall direction shifted towards a darker one. The result is a heavier, more solid, more three-dimensional album with strong contrasts between each song, and an increased scale in all aspects.

The most striking thing on first listen is the change in the drum sound, which has become tighter, heavier and more crisp. Interestingly, the guitar sound itself is more layered and complex. Based on his live experience, Matthew emphasises the expression of a single guitar playing with gusto and power, rather than layering parts to create a thicker sound on this album. Even the piano sometimes evokes the roar of a thunderclap, and in (4/ Sing for Absolution) he places metal objects on the piano strings to create that sound. With multiple climaxes, including their quintessential ‘aesthetics of excess’ (2/ Apocalypse Please), (6/ Falling Away With You) and the emotionally-charged development of Muse's verse (3/ Time Is Running Out), (8/ Hysteria), (14/ Thoughts Of A Dying Atheist), they finally achieved their first UK No.1. —Sumi Imai

2003 Hit Albums

The year 2003 was a year of unrest, partly due to the start of the war in Iraq. Many musicians expressed their opposition to the Bush administration in the USA. However, when Natalie Maines of the Dixie Chicks said during a London show that she was ‘ashamed of George W. Bush’, she was met with a general slap in the face from the Republican-leaning country community, which led to a furor that lasted for several years. Madonna sent an anti-war message in the video for her single of the same name from (A/ American Life), but the video was eventually taken off the air. Meanwhile, in the UK, Blur's Damon Albarn and Massive Attack's 3D [aka Robert Del Naja] launched an anti-war campaign.

In the US charts, the hip-hop/R&B groups were as strong as ever, but Outkast's (B/ Speakerboxxx/The Love Below) was the most distinctive and was highly praised even by non-hip-hop listeners. Among rock bands, (C/ Fallen) by Evanescence, a gothic metal band fronted by the red-hot Amy Lee, and (D/ Meteora) by Linkin Park, one of the biggest heavy rock hit-makers, were big hits. The latter in particular became a monster album, selling 10 million copies to date.

The male version of the UK's leading artists of 2003 was The Darkness. Their catchy hard rock sound, influenced by Queen and Aerosmith, and the friendly character of Justin Hawkins made them explode in popularity. The female version is Dido, whose album (F/ Life For Rent) stayed at number one for a total of eight weeks after taking the number one spot from Muse.

IN LYRICS Novelist/Poet Jorge Luis Borges has said many times that he could see traces of his writing slowly appearing in the real world, and as Matthew says in an interview at the time of release, the synchronisation of imagination and the real world also occurs in this album. (2/ Apocalypse Please), originally about religious fanaticism, was written before the Iraq War, but when Matthew witnessed the anti-war movement in London, which coincided with the recording, he couldn't help but juxtapose the Iraq War with the lyrical content of the song.

The coincidence of what he wrote invaded the real world in unexpected ways - which is interesting because it can also be explained by the themes depicted in (10/ Butterflies & Hurricanes). (10/ Butterflies & Hurricanes) refers to the ‘butterfly effect’, where the flapping of one butterfly's wings causes a storm in a completely different place, and it is not unnatural to replace this with the coincidence of words written in London coinciding with the Iraq War, which is a world apart in time and place. It is not unnatural. What is more, there are coincidences in which the worldview in (10/ Butterflies & Hurricanes) is not unrelated to the war. In this eerie connection, one cannot help but see the chaos dynamics on which the ‘butterfly effect’ is based.

In terms of chaotic connections, one cannot help but be reminded of Matthew's statement about the making of the album: ‘The process of giving an easy-to-understand narrative to what I feel’. The neurologist Oliver Sacks, whose work Matthew has acknowledged as an influence, said that ‘every person with a coherent identity tells himself a story about his life every moment’, which Matthew puts into practice in the tangible form of music. The chaos of love is no different, and "Falling Away With You" transposes the pain and frustration of an unresolved love affair into the vessel of a story, making us - and Matthew himself - understand the pain and frustration of it. —Kaoru Abe

YEAR 2003 January - Yokozuna Takanohana retired and Ozeki Asashoryu became the first Mongolian to be promoted to the 68th Yokozuna. February - Space shuttle Columbia broke up in mid-air over Texas on its return and crashed. March - The US military launched an attack on Iraq, starting the Iraq War. - Spirited Away won the 75th Academy Award for Best Animated Feature Film. April - A new pneumonia outbreak, SARS, in China kills 774 people by the time the new pneumonia is declared under control in July. - Grand opening of Roppongi Hills. May - US President George W. Bush declared an end to the war in Iraq. June - The first ‘Candle Night for a Million People’ was held. July - Record-breaking heat waves hit France, with more than 11,000 deaths announced. (T/N: Wikipedia states that the death toll in France was more along the lines of 14,802-19,000.) - Vancouver, Canada, was chosen to host the 2010 Winter Olympics. - Noto Airport opens. August - Major power outages in the USA and Canada. - The first six-party meeting with the US, Russia, North Korea, Japan and other countries is held in Beijing, China, to discuss issues such as North Korea's nuclear programme. September - Third album "Absolution" is released. It tops the UK charts. October - European tour begins. - Shinagawa Station opens on the Tokaido Shinkansen Line. - Actor Arnold Schwarzenegger was elected Governor of California, USA. November - ICOCA use begins in JR West Japan. - Michael Jackson arrested on charges including sexual abuse of a minor. December - Digital terrestrial television broadcasting started in Tokyo, Osaka and Nagoya.

Translator's Notes: I will admit, I'm about halfway through the STYLE Series magazine, and I feel as though I keep getting this feeling that the Japanese really, really loves Muse's Absolution album a lot. Of course, given that this special magazine was released back in 2010, I'm not sure how strong this bias is held until I translate Crossbeat's special book for Muse that was released in 2015.

#Matt Bellamy #Dom Howard #Chris Wolstenholme #Muse #Absolution era #my scan #translation #STYLE Series #STYLE Series 004

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double shifts always left natalie drained by the end. thankfully the emergency department had been eerily quiet that night but she wasn't about to say that out loud & jinx herself the next time she stepped foot into the hospital. walking towards the doctor's lounge, she removed her stethoscope from around her neck & placed it in the small locker above her cubby before letting out a sigh.

leaning forward, the brunette rested her forehead against the locker & closed her eyes, dozing off. it was only when she heard the door opening that she awoke with a jolt. ❝ guess i'm more tired than I realized. ❞

@espres0s gets a starter for will halstead feat. natalie manning

#espres0s #* verse / natalie ( main ) !

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rougedragoonreaper · 1 year ago

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MistyNat Au Prompts

This is here for anyone that wants to USE these prompts. I won’t be using them myself. When I come up with any more, I’ll add them to one of the lists in a different color. or at least try to change the color. but sometimes it doesn’t work for me.

You don’t have to ask or credit me. Enjoy.

Teen MistyNat AU ideas

College au: Having to share a dorm room, your typical jock and nerd friendship or romantic trope. Misty always offers to help Nat with her classwork, but Nat wants to avoid Misty's help. Nat can handle her classwork and soccer stuff on her own.

Role reversal Au: Misty is the punk/Gothic girl on the soccer team, while Nat is the weird nerdy girl, the group's equipment manager.

Theater/Play au: the football team pulls a prank on the theater kids. They end up distorting the play's set. The football team pins the stunt on the girls' soccer team, and the school forces them to help with the play, or they forfeit nationals.

Robin Hood Au: Nat is robin hood, Misty is Little Jon, Lottie is Maid Marion, Laurel Lee is friar tuck, and the rest of the yellowjackets are merry men. Umm... the males can be the villains.

Animal Transformation AU: (NOT OMEGA-VERSE) It’s just kind of like Animorphs, but not really. They just have the ability to turn into an animal. Maybe they gain this ability when they are in the wilderness. It’s up to you what animals mistynat can turn into (and the rest of the yellowjackets).

But I’m a Cheerleader AU: the yellowjeckts get sent to a rehab camp (cause all of them are gay as fuck) Mistynat are the main ship. and the rest are side ships that are either trying to get them together or stop them from dating.

Are You Afraid of the Dark Au: The yellowjackets sit around a campfire telling scary stories. Misty is an outsider looking to join the group. Some yellowjackets are skeptical if she could even mean a frightening tale (cause she is a theater kid, likes to show tunes and dresses weirdly). Maybe Natalie and a few others (maybe Van, Jackie, Tai, and Laura Lee) give her a test to prove she can tell a scary story. And perhaps someone tries to sabotage her frightening tale.

10 things I hate about you AU: (Basically the movies plot) Misty is Kat, Nat is Patrick, Jackie or Laura Lee is Bianca, and Shauna or Lottie is Cameron.

FoxFire AU: Misty and four other girls want to make a teacher pay for making sexual advances at them. The principal isn’t on their side and punishes the girls. Misty and the other four girls now including Nat. They break into the school, to get their confiscated items back. This leads to them setting an accidental fire. The girls grow closer but some of their demons are ready to pull them apart.

She’s All That au: Misty is unpopular and bullied for her looks. Nat and the rest of the yellowjackets are pretty famous. Their team has gone undefeated in 3yrs. At one of their victory parties, some girls dare Natalie to turn Misty into the school's next prom queen. Natalie doesn’t like the idea initially, but when the girls say they will pay her (insert amount of money here) if Misty wins. Natalie agrees to do it. Misty doesn’t fully trust Natalie, yet she has been crushing on the star athlete for years. So, she lets Natalie help her with her looks while she helps Natalie with her school work. The two grow closer as they work together. Learning things about each other no one knows. When prom comes, everyone, even Natalie, is shocked by Misty’s new look (straighten hair Misty HC goes here). Misty overhears the other yellowjackets talking about the bet in the girl's bathroom. Sadly she knew Natalie was using her; she just hoped that Natalie would come clean and that they were becoming friends. Natalie (and maybe a few other yellowjackets) feels like shit for this stupid bet. Will Natalie be able to earn Misty’s trust again?

D3: The Mighty Ducks AU: The Yellowjackets are awarded scholarships to a prep school. They must play on the school JV team in their new school colors. Not only that, but they need to learn how to get along with the Senior varsity team. How can they when the Senior Varsity team is always pranking them? Can the yellowjackets hold their team together and overcome the senior varsity team's pranks, or will the team split? As a few members want to prank the seniors back, others want to take advantage of this opportunity they have been given. Besides adjusting to a new school and how they are treated there, some yellowjackets need to learn how to deal with their growing feelings for their teammates (MistyNat, LottieLee, JackieShauna, TaiVan). Will they survive at this school and finally confess their feelings to their teammate, or will they crash and burn?

Adult MistyNat AU ideas

Medieval AU: Nat is a knight or rouge, and Misty tries to prove she can be Nat's apprentice. Caligula can be Misty's mini pet dragon.

Parents AU: Nat and Misty adopted (young) Lisa after realizing that Lisa's home resembles how they grew up. Nat is a teacher at Lisa's school, while Misty is the school's nurse. Both women rent a house together. They are both in denial about how they act like a married couple. They are nothing more than housemates. But one thing they do agree on is they care about Lisa.

Pirate AU: Nat and her crew sail the seas striking fear into the hearts of those that challenge her ship, The Yellowjackets. She and her first mate (whoever you think it should be) realize they are the only ship with an all (mostly all) female crew. Sadly one day, they find a woman who claims to be a doctor has stolen away on their ship. Misty is a self-proclaimed doctor that constantly wants more to life, so she decides to sneak aboard The Yellowjackets. Nat realizes that Misty might be helpful even though she is a headache (Misty would be like Stede Bonnet from Our Flag Means Death or AC4: Black Flag, change my mind.)

Person of Interest AU: Nat is Shaw, and Misty is Root. Or Nat is Shaw’s intern/apprentice, and Misty is Root’s shadow/apprentice.

Bodyguard AU: Misty is a particular person interested in a feral case. Tai hires Natalie to protect Misty at all costs. Though she does warn Natalie that Misty can be a handful. At first, Natalie doesn’t believe her old friend/teammate. Soon Natalie finds out how wrong she was to dismiss Tai’s warnings. Can Natalie handle this job, or will Misty be the end of her?

Never Been Kissed AU: Misty has to return to the hell hole that was once her high school. As a journalist, she must go undercover and discover what teens are into nowadays. Shauna, the school's English teacher, decides to help her. That is, if only Misty helps Shauna get closer to her daughter Callie, a popular girl. Misty agrees to help Shauna. Everything is going according to plan until Misty's old high school crush starts working at the school as a guidance counselor (or Radio teacher) Natalie Scatorccio. Will Misty be able to keep her promise while keeping her job, or will her past be too painful?

Either Adult or Teen Au ideas

Buffy Au (crossover): Nat is a slayer in training (probably under Faith or Buffy... maybe both), While Misty could be either a witch (training under Willow AND Tara cause Tara didn't die) or she could be a vengeance demon (like Anya)

Fake dating au: Misty asks Nat to pretend to date her, hoping Walter will lose interest in her. Nat only agrees to do so when they "break up" Misty promises to leave Nat alone.

Arranged marriage au: Maybe Nat's parents and Misty's parents are business partners, and they want to keep the business in the family, so they decide that their kids should get married.

Xena Au: Nat is Xena, and Misty would be Gabrielle

Groundhog's Day au: Misty is sent back to either when she broke the black box or the night she killed Nat. If she doesn't stop herself from doing one of those things, that day will start over until she figures out what to do. (Like if she picks the day she distorted the black box and fails to not destroy it. That night she'll have dreams of future events. But they'll only not come true if she does destroy the black box. And if she picked the day she killed Nat, she'd have symbolic dreams about that day.)

The Crow Au: You could make up your own Crow story or follow any of the movies/comic books. Cause honestly both Misty and Natalie would make for a great ‘immortal’ character that wants to get revenge on those that kill her lover.

Wild Things AU: (Kind of similar to 98′ movie. but not really) Nat and Misty come up with a plan to get revenge on their guidance counselor (cause maybe he is a dick). Maybe they end up killing him (or whatever) and now they have to cover it up. Or they just expose him for the dick he is. (yes i know the girls are the villains in this movie. I don’t care cause I’m changing stuff, deal) Maybe the fall in love or in bed along the way.

Viking AU: Idea coming soon?! I hope lol

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