My Masterlist For My Blogs Mcavoy-girl And Callsignmayhem

My masterlist for my blogs mcavoy-girl and callsignmayhem

mcavoy-girl:

Loving and losing Dean Winchester x female reader

We'll be okay Dean Winchester x female reader

Stay with me Dean Winchester x female reader

Till we're grey and old Charles Xavier x female reader

Just like you Charles Xavier x female reader, Erik Lehnsherr x female reader

You son of an bitch Logan Howlett x female reader

Not broken Charles Xavier x female reader

Let me help you Charles Xavier x female reader, mentions of needles, alcohol and drugs used as medicine.

The final act of kindness/I gave them their happiness Robbie Turner x female reader from Atonement

Live without shame Robbie Turner x female reader from Atonement

Come back to me Robbie Turner x female reader from Atonement

The life you lived Robbie Turner x female reader from Atonement

callsignmayhem:

Kisses on fingertips Jake Seresin x female reader

Memories prequel/sequel/continuation to Kisses on fingertips, Jake Seresin x female reader

The letter he left you (kisses on fingertips-universe) Jake Seresin x female reader

Pictures (kisses on fingertips-universe) not a fic but pictures I made for the story

Flyboy and his darlings Jake Seresin x female reader

Others:

List of characters we need more fanfiction written about

Also this song which I think somehow fits both "kisses on fingertips and "memories" (just my opinion)

I might edit my fics every now and then

Till we're grey and old

"Charles?"

You walk around the corner, seeing nobody on the corridor yet you hear his voice in your head giving you orders where to go. You follow the instructions and they lead you to the grass fields of the mansion. You look around but don't see Charles.

"Charles?" You call out once again. You sense someone behind you. He turns you around, looking dazzling in his slacks and dress shirt, which is tucked into his slacks.

"Hello, love"

He steps behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. Charles puts his chin on your shoulder, looking towards the sunset. You on the other hand look at him, wondering why he suddenly is acting weird.

"Charles, is everything okay?"

"Everything's perfect"

He starts fidgeting with the necklace, with two white diamonds and one green diamond, which he gave you last year as an anniversary gift.

Then you feel his hands leave your waist. You turn around and see him down on one knee, holding an open box, which has a simple and beautiful ring in it.

"I prepared a speech for this, but.. I'd rather speak from my heart"

"Y/N, the first time I laid my eyes on you, I knew that I had found the one, the one I want to spend my life with, so will you marry me?"

"Yes, yes" You nod as he slides the ring on your finger. He stands up and kisses you passionately. You kiss him back just as passionately.

You break the kiss in desperate need of oxygen. You put your foreheads together.

"Till we're grey and old?"

"Till we're grey and old"

Author's note: I don't know if anyone else has used the last lines (till we're grey and old), probably have but I took them from James Arthur's song called Say you won't let go.

Memories

Realizing that he has very slim chance of making it back, he says over the comms:

“Tell them I love them”

As soon as those words leave his lips, his jet disappears from the radar.

At his funeral, you are standing next to your kids, watching people come and go from his casket.

You hear someone clear their throat behind you, making you turn around.

It's Rooster.

Benjamin guides his siblings further away, giving you and him some privacy.

You give him a small smile.

He gives you a flash drive, you take it, looking up at Bradley.

“It's recording from the mission”

You nod, looking at the small drive in your hands.

“I know it doesn't bring him back but thought you still might want it”

“Thank you”

Bradley nods, squeezing your arm and walking away.

Later when you are home and the kids are in their rooms already for the night, you quietly go up the stairs to your bedroom.

Your bedroom.

Not his and yours like it should be.

Yours.

The thought alone breaks your heart all over again as if it hasn't been broken enough already.

Somehow you get the willpower to step over the threshold of the room. Shutting the door behind you, you flip on the small light on top of the drawer left of you.

Taking in the room, tears start running down your cheeks again.

Alarm clock beeping in the morning, arm reaching over you to make the sound to stop. A kiss placed on your temple.

“Sorry, honey”

You crack open one eye, looking at your husband getting up from the bed, going around the room, looking for his clothes. You hear the shower starting to run before sleep overtakes you. A while later, you feel light kisses placed all over your face.

“Sweetheart, you gotta get up”

“Five more minutes” you say and turn around in bed.

Jake's having none of that, pulling the covers down, attacking you with kisses.

You scream and laugh, trying to get away from his kiss attack.

“Are you gonna get up now?”

“Fine, fine, I'll get up”

Jake smirks as you lift yourself up from the bed, wandering down to the en-suite bathroom.

By the time you are done getting ready for the day, Jake has disappeared from the room. Stepping into the hallway, you hear laughter and delighted screams coming down from the kitchen.

Heading towards the sounds, you stop at the kitchen door, taking in the sight before you. Benjamin is making himself cereal, Cade is eating pieces of toast, Eden is being held upside down by Jake.

You smile, walking into the kitchen.

You ruffle Cade's hair as you go past him, knowing how much it irritates him. Benjamin kisses your cheek as you walk by him.

You grab two mugs from the drying rack, pouring coffee into them. Taking a sip from your mug, you go over to Jake and Eden, giving the other mug to him, which he gratefully takes, you tickle Eden's belly. She giggles, continuing to munch on her toast.

Soon you are all in the hallway, more or less good to go.

Jake says bye to the kids first, then to you with a kiss to your lips.

All five of you manage to get out of the front door, Jake in his car, you and the kids in yours.

Jake backs out of the driveway first, waving at you before driving off. You follow, turning your car in a different direction to get the kids to school on time.

After you've dropped them off, you go run some errands.

After the drive home, you place down the groceries on the counter.

You've put the last food in the fridge when your phone buzzes in your back pocket. Fishing it out, you press the green button.

“Hello?”

You go over the bed, grabbing your laptop from the side table. Sitting on the bed, you plug in the flash drive and press play.

Listening to the recording, listening to his voice, makes your heart ache, ultimately cracking it in half when you hear his last words before his comms crackle and go dead. You hear the others begging for him to answer, to make any sound at all.

They get nothing.

You hear the command to land followed with multiple voices protesting, but the voice again commands them to land.

The recording goes on for a while after the command but no one is saying anything.

You stop the recording.

Unplugging the drive, you place it and the laptop down on the side table.

His last words echo over and over again in your mind.

“Tell them I love them”

“Tell them I love them”

“Tell them I love them”

You cried yourself to sleep that night and countless nights after that, dreams filled with memories of him. Thinking about how you never even had a chance to say goodbye,

None of you did get that chance.

The first bit written in italics is what happened during the funeral (read kisses on fingertips) and the second part in italics is what happened before the call, all the way til the call comes to answering it.

This is like a prequel/sequel/continuation to "Kisses on fingertips" because there are things happening before, during and after it, I think.

Benjamin is 17 years old, Cade 14 years old and Eden is 6 years old when they lost their dad.

If anything is unclear, just ask and I'll try my best to explain.

The life you lived

You watch the officers take him away, tears streaming down your cheeks.

You then turn around and walk away. Your mother follows you inside the house. She grabs your arm, making you turn around.

"How could you?" You ask.

"I had to.."

"No, you didn't have to!" You interrupted her.

"I love him, more than you ever could think!"

"No, you don't, you just think you do"

You let out a sigh, kneeling down to take off your heels. You straighten up again, looking straight at your mother with glistening eyes.

Then you walk away to your room, this time your mother doesn't follow you. She just watches you go.

5 years later, the war has started. You're nurse at hospital, which is located on the country side. You just needed to get as far as you could get from your family, from your old life, from your past.

You are putting the supplies away at the storage room, when nurse running by says that there are soldiers coming. You run out of the room, following her, rounding the corners until you reach the lobby, which is swarmed with soldiers and nurses. You get right to helping the soldiers as best as you can. Then you are asked to tend to one specific soldier. They say he's asking you, you hurry towards the room, where the injured soldiers are located in.

You see the area secluded from the other area with plain light brown curtains. You move the curtains, slipping inside. You turn around, seeing him lying on the bed. You stare at him, he looks at you.

"Robbie" You whisper.

"Y/N" He whispers back.

You walk to his bedside, sitting down. He grasps your hand, squeezing it gently. You let your eyes check him out for any injuries. Only one you can see is that he has his arm bandaged. You put your lips against his, kissing him. He puts his arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer. You break the kiss, putting your foreheads together.

"You have to back to the battlefront, don't you?"

"I don't know, but I hope not"

You nod.

"Can you walk?"

"Yes"

"Then follow me"

He gets up and follows you.

"Now, we'll go and ask someone if you have to go back"

He nods.

"Hey, sir, we have a question for you!" You call out to the higher rank soldier.

"Yes, ma'am?"

"I'd like to know if he has to back to the battlefront?"

"I'm afraid so, we need every single man we can get"

"Alright, thank you, sir"

He raises his hat for you, walking away.

You turn to Robbie, sad look on your face.

He pulls you in for a hug, whispering in you ear:

"Marry me?"

You grab his hand, going to find a church. Soon you're inside the church, holding hands, standing in front of the priest. Robbie's two soldier friends, Nettle and Mace are there as witnesses.

"Now I pronounce you husband and wife, you may kiss the bride"

Robbie pulls you closer to him, pressing his lips to yours.

*small timeskip*

You're at the trailway station, saying goodbye to Robbie.

"Come back to me" You whisper in his ear. He says nothing, just kisses you from the train window.

You step down to the ground, holding his hand until it slips from your grasp. You see the train go further and further away, watching it go until it has disappeared from sight.

*another timeskip*

You're at a small house in the village you spent your time with Robbie until he had to leave to go back to the war.

You stand on the balcony, staring at the sea, you haven't heard from him from a long time.

But you know that he'll come back. You go back inside, seeing the higher rank soldier through the window you encountered earlier at the hospital. He's holding a letter, you already know what it reads. You open your front door, collapsing down to your knees, as the notifier approaches you.

"I'm sorry, ma'am, but your husband has died of septicaemia"

You thank him in whisper, he kneels in front of you, putting the letter in your palm, shutting your hand around it. Then he kisses your head, standing up and leaving. You stay on your knees on the ground. Then you hear small footsteps coming towards you.

"Mommy, where's daddy?"

You look up at your and Robbie's children with glistening eyes.

"Daddy isn't coming back"

Your children walk to you, wrapping their small arms around you.

You let out a small cry, whispering:

"Daddy is never coming back"

You shut your eyes, memories flashing through your mind. The day you first met him, the happiest moments of your life with him and last time you ever saw him.

You whisper into the air:

"If you must die, die knowing that your life was my life's best part"

Weeks later after you have buried him, you receive a small package in the mail.

You open it, seeing Robbie's few belongings, including the stack of letters and photos, cigarettes and a lighter. And of course his wedding ring.

You let single tear roll down your cheek, dropping down on the letter on top. It was never delivered to you. You read the text in it.

"I'm coming back to you"

Except he never did.

You're lying on your bed, surrounded by your children and grandchildren, your eldest child is holding your hand.

"Mom, it's okay, go meet dad, you deserve it" The eldest one says, smiling at you.

You smile at them, looking at every and each one of them. You then look up and mouth:

"I'm coming to you, my love"

You shut your eyes and let out your last breath on Earth. Then you open your eyes, letting out your first breath in Heaven, standing inside the house, you smile. You then look around the small house, it's just like you remembered it. Even the knife Robbie did leave on the table is there just like the day he left to go back to the war. You open the balcony door, stepping out. You breathe in the sea air. You lower your gaze to the beach, seeing him standing near the waterline. You smile, running down the balcony stairs.

You come to a stop right in front of him.

"Hello, my love" Robbie says as he turns around to face you. He pulls you into a hug, vowing to himself that he'll never ever let go again.

You pull back, looking up at his dazzling blue eyes.

"I've missed you so, so much"

"I know, love, I know, I've missed you too"

He pulls you against his chest, wrapping his arms around you, watching the sunset together, for the first time but certainly not the last time in forever.

The end.

Loving and losing

Loving and losing someone you used to care about hurts. But you just have to move on, eventually.

But what if you can't move on? What will you do then?

Your last smile brought me so much pain, because it was a broken, defeated smile.

How I wish I could see you again even just for a few seconds. I never even got to say goodbye, not even 'I love you'. But whenever you are, I know you're finally at peace. The sad thing is that I know I will never be at peace until I meet you again.

Wherever and whenever that might be.

As the saying goes: "survivors have scars, victims have graves". Sometimes I have been thinking if it should've been me instead of you. The world needs Dean Winchester, more than they need me. I need you more than I need myself. Deep down I know that Sam needs you more than he needs me.

Which is why I have to do this. Come hell or high water, I will have to do this.

I have been trying to find a way to bring you back, Dean, and I think this is it, this is the way to bring you back.

You plunge the blade into your body, your gasp reverberating in the empty warehouse. You fall down on the hard, cold floor, your life starting to ebb away.

As your last breath starts to leave your lungs, you see sun flickering across the warehouse.

The sun hits you, shining onto your face as if it's saying goodbye on behalf of everyone you've ever known.

You faintly hear him yelling your name, feeling him kneel in front of you, grabbing your face with his calloused hands. You smile faintly, even though tears are falling down from your eyes.

You lift your hand up, skimming your fingers across his cheek, whispering out with your last strength:

"I love you… please understand… my reason… why did I do this…"

He grabs your hand, kissing it gently.

His eyes are glistening with unshed tears, as he whispers to you:

"It's okay, you can go now"

You look into his eyes one last time before your eyes slide shut, as you drift away into darkness.

He looks at you, tears falling down his cheeks.

He kisses your forehead one last time, before standing up, taking your body into his arms, carrying you out. He puts you into the backseat of Impala.

He gave you a hunter's funeral, scattering your ashes into the wind from the edge of a cliff. The wind blows, and the sun shines as your earthly remains go with the wind, free like a bird.

In the beginning there was a woman who was hellbent on bringing her beloved back, but in the end there was a man who had to let her go.

We'll be okay

Figure crouching down in front of the casket.

A shaking hand gently lying on top of it, the casket that contained your love, your life, in it.

Tears steadily streamed down your cheeks, yet you saw everything so clearly, so agonizingly clearly. You look past the casket, seeing a proper gravestone with his name carved into it.

"Dean Winchester,

a son, a brother, a husband and a father, 1979-2025"

You put your hand on your stomach, which had a small bump, rubbing it gently.

"It's okay, we'll be okay, you can rest now"

Years pass by in a blur, you watch your daughter grow up into an adult, getting married, having children of her own, living the life you and Dean were supposed to live, yet you aren't bitter that she got what you and Dean didn't. Only thing you regret is that he never had the chance to meet her.

You are sitting on the steps of the bunker, Dean's flannel draped over your shoulders. You look at the starry sky, seeing a shooting star go by. You remember the time when you and Dean did this, watching the sky, all those years ago. They were happier, simpler times, times when you still were together. Times when he was still alive. You get up, groaning when you feel the ache. The aches that you have felt for so many years, wishing that they would go away. You slowly go inside the bunker, deciding to make a pit stop at the garage. You open the door, flicking the lights on. There, in all her beauty, is Dean's pride and joy, Baby. You walk to her, running your left hand, which has Dean's ring on it, across the hood, reminiscing everything she's been through. You open the driver's side door, slipping into the seat, you look around, she looks exactly like the day he left her for the final time on Earth. Even the keys are still in, you turn her on, hearing the soft purring of her engine. You shut your eyes, letting the sound lull you into sleep. Soon a hand comes in view, turning her off.

Castiel.

Jack.

Castiel opens Baby's door, pulling you into his arms. Jack shuts the door after him. Castiel and Jack walk out of the bunker, Jack flicking off the garage lights, shutting the door, who knows, maybe for the last time. Castiel has moved to the edge of the property, a beautiful casket, lid shut, waiting to be lowered on the ground. They lower you down on the ground. Jack and Castiel stand there in the slightest of rain, with a little bit of sunshine peeking through the clouds.

You wake up in Heaven, in the bunker.

You get up into a sitting position.

"Hi, darling"

You smile, turning your head towards him.

"Hi, Dean"

He offers you his hand, which you take. Dean pulls you up. You walk hand in hand through the halls to the library of the bunker. There you see everyone you hold dear. Everyone welcomes you to Heaven with open arms.

@yvonneeeee

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