#convo || bree

[amomentxofhappiness]

@thedevilsbckbone bree & omar cont.

Bree was having a really hard time deciding what to wear for this date. This wasn't just a regular date, this was Omar, a really cool musician who happened to be a patient at her hospital and that knew her family secret. This could very well go very wrong very fast but their non-date brunch had gone remarkably well so she should not let her 'worst case scenario' mentality lead the way.

Still, she couldn't find something to wear. She briefly flirted with the idea of a little black dress she wore all the time back when she was an actress but that wasn't her anymore. She also didn't want to look way too serious either. She wanted to be pretty but comfortable.

Ultimately, she went for the black dress but with warm, pretty tights under it, high boots and a blue coat on top, just to have some color in her. She also let her wavy hair free for once and put on a little makeup before heading out to the restaurant they were going to meet at. She really hoped she hadn't underdressed or overdressed and was entirely too nervous about this. In other circumstances, she would've downed a shot before leaving her place but well, if she kissed Omar again he may notice it and she didn't want him to spiral out of control. Not that he would. And not that they'd kiss but hey, maybe. Probably.

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@sonoftheforce​ vaderkin verse (cont. from here).

The entire ordeal had been bizarre, there was no other word for it. She had managed to crush the ship, bringing it down and was stranded in the middle of nowhere with him of all people, under a Force dome that kept them isolated. Soon enough though, it became painfully apparent that the Force had plan of its own and that it wasn’t so much as to keep them in than keep everyone else out; have them in some heated two-son semi-idillic paradise (if this place and its lack of food, water and overall supplies could ever be called that) and away from outside interference, whether it was the Emperor’s hold on him or her parent’s expectations hold on her. 

Bree was long past denying she had had a crush on him for as long as she could remember. Between the holovids and the stories and her own history of defending her mom and Malcolm when that wretched thing attacked them, well, she had always felt close to Anakin, she had always thought she understood him better than most. Padme had been blind by her rules and duty, Obi Wan had been blind by his love for Anakin and his duty towards the Order. But there was no more order, there were no rules anymore. Her parents had married in secret, had had her and Malcolm, had raised Luke as their ‘long lost cousin’ (and practically another brother) and kept them all in line; kept their Force signatures hidden as good as possible. Kept them in check. 

Until now that is. 

Now there was a rebellion and she had been kidnapped and her parents were probably looking all over for her, as much as the Emperor was looking for his puppet. The only problem for Sheev was that his puppet had somewhat cut his strings. The more time they spent together in this wretched place, the closer they grew to one another. He took care of her injuries and she made sure sand wouldn’t get into his arms. It was a simple arrangement, but one that had brought them closer and closer, to the point of Bree sitting beside him, caressing a lock of hair from his forehead carefully and slowly. “We can’t stay here forever. What are we going to do?”

[misunderstoodcreatures]

@thats-my-bad based on this

It was going well at first. After day two she had texted her parents to let them know she was fine and that artoo was okay and that she was just going away for a while. She couldn’t be around, she couldn’t stand the fancy clothes and the press releases and she had held back long enough for the sake of the family and her siblings but she just couldn’t take it anymore. She needed space, lots and lots of space right now. 

Her dad would get it. Mal would be pissed but get it too. Mara wouldn’t give a fuck. 

Of course by day five she was half way there (which was somewhere in the vicinity of ‘i don’t know where i’m going’ and ‘i don’t really care’) when Artoo started making odd noises. 

She had realized three days ago that her brilliant getaway plan had a huge flaw: she didn’t have much cash and she wasn’t about to crawl to her folks and ask for money, hell no. She could--She’d figure something out. 

The fact that Artoo broke after getting into a small town made her think she was at least somewhat blessed because her beautiful car had held long enough to leave her stranded in the middle of civilization--if this no wifi, lots of sand and everyone taking a nap town could be counted as civilization. 

Closing out the car and picking her backpack, she tapped the top of it telling it she’d be back soon and headed to the diner--the only place that seemed remotely opened and politely asked for a coffee, a sandwich and if there was any mechanic in town. 

[misunderstoodcreatures]

@thats-my-bad || human brisco @ the defenders earth (?)

“So I’m positive you probably have a lot of questions about my neighbor bringing people dressed funny and bleeding but I’m really exhausted right now. Could we do the telling me I’m wrong thing tomorrow morning? And you can put your stuff in the wardrobe, I made space for you.”

[misunderstoodcreatures]

@thats-my-bad || flashpoint brisco ( vibe!bree )

Wally was out there alone against that psycho with a stupid nickname. She had been practising during the night shift when no one was around--she didn’t only make toys for Wally but also, maybe, deviated this and that here and there to make herself a suit, just in case it was ever needed--not that she had anything to prove herself.

She usually stood behind, did nothing but patch up Wally and his suit while adjusting her glasses and pretending to be just the nerd who had been at the peace corps before getting the R&D scholarship and job here. She wasn’t a meta since birth, or at least no one suspected she was.

But there was something off about that day, something that smelled awfully like a trap and she decided to dawn her suit, pull her hair up in a bum, cover it with the hoodie and put on the goggles--and just in time to send that good-for-nothing metahuman away from Wally when he was going to give him the last touch of dead.

Unfortunately the guy had hurt her--not that badly but enough to make her scream and lose her focus--before taking off. 

But Wally was safe and she stormed off before he could recognize her and headed back to the lab, painfully removing the coat and flinching at the not so small gauge in her arm, “bloody hell, how am I going to hide this?” she muttered under her breath before turning around to grab the first aid kit, too focused in the pain from her arm to realize someone else was in the room.

[misunderstoodcreatures]

@thats-my-bad || future au; sad cisco

Bree hadn't slept since Cisco was brought in unconscious nor she had left his side. Her eyes were reddened from her quiet, steady crying and it had become increasingly harder to breathe as the minutes turned into hours.

She didn't know he'd take everything--bad, there was no other way. He had to go through the motions before he could see light at the end of the tunnel and she was sure that he wouldn’t appreciate Bree going after Caitlin and breaking her sorry arse neck with a flick of her wrist. Besides, Caitlin could very well kill her before she had a chance all things considered.

So she’d be there when Cisco woke up and she’d be there for him through it all, because that’s what friends did. And she’d remind him that things didn't necessarily had to stay as bad as they currently were--not right away of course, but soon. 

“Cisco?” she whispered brushing a lock of hair from his forehead softly when she noticed he was (maybe) waking up. 

[misunderstoodcreatures]

@fcggy-nelscn let’s wing it, part iii

“I know it’s none of my business, but your boyfriend is not that kind to you, you know?” Bree decided to openly express her opinion on the ride up their respective elevators. She had only moved to the building a couple of months ago and between her long nightshift hours and the lawyer’s odd ones they hadn’t interacted much. 

But she knew the type and the other bloke was rather harsh on her neighbor. And well, she thought it was her duty to point it out and maybe if given a window tell her neighbor about the support groups that he could find at the hospital. “I don’t mean to pry. I just--you seem like a nice bloke and he’s... explosive.”

[misunderstoodcreatures]

@thats-my-bad cont from the ask

“… Okay, so of the not-awesome things that have happened to me in life so far, this is pretty up there on the list,” Cisco mumbled, twisting his wrists against the rope binding them. The action did little more than bump his hands against Bree’s, who was tied up against his back, and create the beginnings of rope burn. He winced. “You wouldn’t happen to have a conveniently awesome idea on getting us out of here, would you? Because I’m fresh out of that kind of idea at the moment.”

Bree had been living a happy meta-free existence for the better part of the last ten years. Sure, she could still do things but she wouldn’t get caught in public or anywhere near the vicinity of work. The last thing she wanted was to become on of those test subjects in stupid suits that tried and failed to save the world or whatever speech they had bought. 

Still, when she was tied to the IT guy after being picked by some evil person and this needle-hating idiot was pulling their shared rope making it burn her wrists too she couldn’t just sit back. “If you would bloody shut up for two seconds I could actually hear myself thinking a way out of here. You think you can manage that?” she breathed out closing her eyes and trying to focus on who was around them, trying to see the room through energy and not her eyes. There wasn’t much to go on so she’d need to focus on the ropes first. 

“Now just stay still okay?” she added after a little while and waved her fingers around, trying to find the knot and undo it keeping her eyes closed and focusing on it.