#I also NEED to see some of Van’s childhood. or her talking about it. something.

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Van as storyteller. Van, with a miserable home life, a place where she has to raise herself. Van, who’s probably been telling herself stories to ward off the loneliness for years. Van, who sees stories as escape.

Van, who lands in the woods and starts telling stories aloud. Van, who has all these movies living inside her head, who lets them out to make everyone else feel less alone. Van, who takes a campfire dynamic and turns the dial to eleven, because stories are comfort, stories are safety, stories are home.

Van, who understands more than anyone expects expressly because of stories. Van, who sees the situation through the lens of a narrative arc. Beginning. Middle. End. Van, who watches the plot unfold, watches the twists and turns, and can’t stop telling the story aloud. Van, who knows all too well what kind of story they’ve landed in.

Van, who can’t stop telling the story now. Van, who sees the truth behind the tale. Van, who is finally done regurgitating the narratives that bring her comfort, who turns instead to the ones that will keep them alive. Van, who understands stories are sometimes the only way out, the only way to escape.

#yellowjackets #yellowjackets spoilers #yj meta #van palmer #it’s so fascinating because Shauna IS their scribe. she records the events. but she keeps that story locked down tight #it’s VAN who tells the story where others can hear. VAN who sits at the fire and gives them somewhere to go #and it’s Van who both understands the narrative of their new life and sets them all up to embrace it #ask Lottie to give blessings. embrace the weight of unexplainable shit. hold up the queen of hearts. kickstart the hunt. #and when she goes home it is once again to a story #the story of the girl who got away. the story of the 90s-era dream of opening a video store. #the story that has no room in the script for relationship drama or unpaid bills #just keep telling it. keep telling it. keep yourself going in the hopes the end will make sense. #some of these posts and tags are gonna repeat I’m sure but I’m just. fucking obsessed #I also NEED to see some of Van’s childhood. or her talking about it. something.

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Curiosity Killed The Cat

prompt: after rescuing you from kidnappers, you overhear your boyfriend-turned-savior complain about how clingy you've become.

pairing: Mafia!Bucky Barnes x female!reader

fandom masterlist: Marvel

word count: 5.1k+

note: author wants things out of her drafts! also don't take this fic too seriously, it's not much at all - just me writing for the fuck of it until i'm ready to focus on my bigger projects.

warnings: modern AU, Mafia AU, obvious cursing, small hurt and comfort, brief depiction of physical violence and self-destruction in the form of: loss of appetite, lack of sleep, other symptoms of depression. NOT edited! author is ashamed because she knows she can give you something better but oh well.

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Your feet planted, jarring you to a halt the moment you heard your name in a conversation you were not apart of.

You heard the hammering of your heart, echoing beats of your blood pumping with harrowing desperation. Hands turned cold and clammy, sweat breaking out on your brow and then freezing, feeling as if your throat had swollen to a new restriction and you were anchored in you in place.

Rooted.

But for now, all you could identify was the paralyzing anxiety that anchored you to your spot and made your heartbeat thunder in your ears. You stood outside the lounge, unable to comprehend relevant thought; still listening to low, docile tones continue their conversation, but you couldn't hear real words.

You were stunned. Panicked, confused, hurt - so very hurt. That seemed to register, too; you were really, really hurt.

This was perhaps why curiosity killed the cat.

You reprimanded yourself for listening in - transporting back to childhood during all the times your parents would scold you for eavesdropping. You knew it was wrong, you knew this was a private conversation meant to be shared between trusting confidants, but you couldn't help it - you heard your name and stopped. It was natural, right? To feel curious regarding a conversation seemingly about you that you, yourself, was not apart of?

Curiosity, indeed.

Blinking rapidly, you remembered the only other time you felt such mounting, pressurized fear, and while it might be dramatic, the only other time you could remember this level of anxiety was from about two months ago...

"Yes, baby, I got the bacon."

"And the jalapeños?"

"Uh-huh, the biggest they had."

"Cream cheese?"

"Do you know who you're talking to?" You laughed into the phone. "I'm a professional housewife by now, you can relax. I got all you needed for your fancy little dinner experiment."

Bucky laughed down the phone, "Oh, please, like I didn't see you salivating when we watched the segment on Top Chef."

"Hush," you laughed, too. "I'm leaving the store now," you told him, pushing out of the heavy glass doors, "and should be home in, like, 10 minutes?"

"Lemme pick you up."

"I have legs to walk with, so, no thank you."

He sighed, "Well, I'll open the wine to let it breathe. Red's still good?"

"Let's do a white tonight, please."

"Good deal," he mused softly. "Hey, I was thinking earlier - "

"Hang on," you pleaded.

"What's wrong?"

"No, nothing. There's just a van slowing down, I don't want to get hit," you chuckled some, looking up and down the street before crossing. "Sorry, so, what were you thinking?"

"We haven't been to Paris in months."

You smirked, "I'm sure our plants in the apartment are dead by now."

Bucky laughed, "Oh, I am, too. But, look, how 'bout it, Peach? You, me, all the croissants we can consume this weekend. I'll take Monday and Tuesday off, we can leave tomorrow night."

"Oh, that sounds nice," you moaned. "Paris in the spring? Baby, that's so dreamy!"

"So, is that a yes?"

"It's a hell yes," you grinned. "Do you know the weather?"

"Supposed to be nice and sunny, not too warm or cold. Figured this would be ideal," he chuckled. "But does the weather matter if we're in bed the whole time?"

"No, we're not wasting our time!" You laughed. "We're gonna go do shit, okay? Stereotypical tourist-couple shit."

"I'll bring the camera."

"And I was hoping we could have dinner at that little place we love?"

"I wouldn't take you anywhere else," he mused.

"I think it's - FUCK!" Bucky froze when he heard the screeching of tires; a van coming up to a skidding halt, flurry of voices all yelling but he heard yours clearly. "No, no, no, hey, hey, what the hell's happening? Hey! What's this - hey, hey! Don't touch me! Ow, shit! No! Hey! Fuck's sake - oh, my God! Ow! Hey!"

"Baby!? Peach! Hey! The fuck's going on!?"

There was a thudding over the phone, and Bucky listened to more struggling - more fidgeting and fighting - and then the slamming of a car door. Still calling your name, Bucky heard a scrape over the line before a different voice answered your phone, "James Barnes. On behalf of HYDRA, you're overdue on your payment and we warned you there would be consequences. Deliver the full amount of 17 million - "

"It's 15," he growled.

"Two million more for the inconvenience of stalking your woman."

"If you even so much as touch her, I swear to God - "

"17 million at midnight, at the pier, or every minute you're late, she'll receive the brunt end of our frustration."

"Don't hurt her - "

"Midnight, Mr. Barnes, at the pier - you know where. Don't be late, she looks like she won't last long."

The line went dead after he heard your screech of pain, confusion, and fear. The moment the line cut, he dropped his phone and slowly lowered himself to sit on the kitchen floor, shock coloring his system. It wasn't that he didn't have the money, quite the opposite - but he and his men had a plan in motion to take out HYDRA, their org's competition, and this was totally against all they anticipated. After a minute to sit in his own worry, Bucky jumped to his feet, grabbed his phone, keys, wallet, and two handguns; holstering them both before shrugging his suit jacket on.

He made every phone call he could, gathering the men he trusted most to (one of) his warehouse(s).

For hours, you were strung up by your wrists in a joint-pulling position while the Brooklyn Mafia formulated a plan of attack. It was the most pain you've ever known, but then the abuse started and you were blinded by this new pain. You had bruises most places, cuts that wept blood; scars that would never heal, wounds that wouldn't ever close. You were delirious, miserable, confused, just dazed and confused; praying to a God who didn't listen.

"Oh, look at that," your captor mocked, holding a thick-bladed hunting knife in hand, "it's one minute til midnight, and I don't see your loverboy anywhere."

You sniffled, unable to respond.

He stared out the lone window, tisking and narrating, "Nope, I see not a soul - and with how protective he is over you, you'd think he'd want to ensure your safety. Not leave it to chance, huh?"

You whimpered as the clock struck midnight, your heart hammering in heavy-hung worry. You had tears in your eyes, heart nearly beating out of your chest, feeling incredibly nauseous. The desire to scream never lessened, just fearing what was to come; the men in the room making you fear for the state of your life, their knuckles cracking. You only begged, "Please. Don't."

The main captor laughed, "You can do better than that! C'mon, give me the satisfaction of tellin' ol' James you begged for mercy - but it wasn't enough to sway me. I'll lie, for sure, and say it happened but it will be so much sweeter if you actually do it."

"Please," you shook your head, avoiding eye contact. "Just don't do this, please."

"Oh, honey," he mocked, "it's not our fault he's late. Lads! Have at her, but leave her face for now - she's still real pretty."

You listened as he gave commands in Russian, understanding after the years at Bucky's side; whimpering when the first blow landed to your gut and knocked the wind out of you. The minutes drug by and you felt your resolve crumbling, heart still hammering to a never-before-felt speed that made it feel as if it were jumping out of your very body at every single pulse point. You struggled in your restraints, but it was futile by how tight you were bound; unable to protect yourself.

At 12:03 am, the doors blew open in a resounding blast; concrete crumbling and sprinkling the floor. You cried out as the smoke choked you, coughing through the haze; only barely able to make out certain figures to know Bucky had brought his best men. However, despite the sting to your eyes from the swirling dust and smoke, you saw a lone man stalk through the blasted wall, through the fray, and straight up to you.

"Bu-Bucky!" You choked in relief as he reached to untie your feet first. You dangled for only a moment as his metal prosthetic ripped off whatever held your wrists to the torture contraption. "Oh, my God. Oh, my God, Bucky, holy shit, baby, please, please, please," you rambled as he freed you and instantly caught you on his broad shoulders.

"I got you, Peach, I'm here, I've got you," he promised in your ear, hoisting your legs around his waist so they latched and then wrapping his arms around you securely. "Don't let go and don't look up, okay? Hear me, Peach?"

You nodded into his neck, only able to cry.

Bucky jolted and jerked slightly as he moved through the fight again, but not a minute later, you were stepping outside into the sobering, brisk spring air. This was the moment you understood how dangerous and fleeting life with Bucky could be, making a promise to yourself that if he says take the car, you'll take the fucking car.

And now, here you were, outside the high-rise apartment's lounge (which was just a converted bedroom), listening to your boyfriend complain about you some 2 months after the whole fiasco. HYDRA had been all but wiped out, and in the weeks since, Bucky's men had gone on smaller missions to eradicate the HYDRA members they heard rumor of being local. Yet you didn't feel safe, yet.

You didn't feel safe if you weren't around Bucky.

Everything made you jump: the beep of the done-dryer, that spritz of the automatic fragrance mister in the bathroom, the "duh-dunnn" of a loaded-up Netflix. Keys jingling, car horns, the barking of the dog in the apartment a floor below you... Everything.

Being around Bucky was just like holding a safety blanket. He would always protect you, and for about a week after your rescue, he laid in bed and around the home with you; being lazy; time off work to simply hold you and assure you were safe. Safe in his arms. Safe in his embrace, his presence.

So now... To hear this... You were devastated.

You didn't mean to eavesdrop, it just sort of happened. It was still earlier in the morning, but Bucky hadn't been in bed beside you and based on the feel of the sheets, his body hadn't been there in a while. So, you made some coffee and then ventured around the home in search of your lover; coming upon the lounge and hearing voices from within.

You knew it was common for Steve Rogers and / or Sam Wilson to stay late or visit early, so, you weren't shocked by that, but did falter in announcing yourself when you heard Sam ask how you were doing since the kidnapping. He used your name specifically, making Bucky sigh, and for your curiosity to peak.

"She's different, man."

"How so?" Sam wondered.

"She doesn't like being without me now," he chuckled without humor. "I'm serious, she won't go to the gym until I do, waits to have meals together, won't leave the house if I'm out, and," he scoffed to himself, "you can forget going to the grocery store or anything - she's even stopped going to work - "

"You told her to stop working, like, two years ago when y'all first moved-in together," Sam deadpanned.

"I know," Bucky shrugged, "but it feels tenfold now that she's so reclusive."

"It's normal," Steve sighed gently.

"Yeah? Is it normal that I can't even go take a shit without promising her I'll be right back?" Bucky snapped in exasperation. "It's that bad, she's that fucking clingy, man. I go in the kitchen to make dinner, she's in there 30 seconds later to 'help' me. I take a shower, she finds a reason to linger in the bedroom, but that was better than before, when she wouldn't even shower by herself. It's just a lot, she's everywhere I look. I'm starting to find new reasons not to come home, man, she's always fucking here - and when I walk in the door, she's on me. I need to fucking breathe, but I can't tell her to stop, she'll get her feelings hurt and then I'm the bad guy."

"Man," Steve laughed, "you can't be the bad guy if you go to her in a calm and collected manner, but it's only been two months. She's still recovering."

"Exactly why if I say anything, no matter how calm and collected, I'm the bad guy. I get she's hurting and tryna recover, but Goddamn, does she have to be in every room I'm in? Do everything with me? How do I tell my traumatized girlfriend to back off? Let me breathe?"

Sam laughed, "You don't! You just said it - she's traumatized! Cut the girl some slack, she's got a lot to fuckin' deal with!"

"I'm not negating from that fact," Bucky argued, "I'm just trying to say, the way she's clinging onto me like she can't function without me is just grating at my nerves. I just need to breathe and recharge, but I can't tell her that - fuck's sake."

"Buck," Steve smirked, "you're worried Peach isn't gonna listen, but that's her literal superpower. Just communicate, she can't read your mind, but you need to remember how traumatic all of that was for her to experience - she's scarred from that kidnapping, man. So, sure, you need to recharge, but she needs the support."

"Is it wrong to ask for a day here and there to do that? To recharge?" Bucky asked quietly.

"If you communicate, it's perfectly reasonable to ask for," Sam assured softly. "And whatever you do, don't tell her you think she's clingy. Chicks hate that, that word is, just, like, taboo or something. Real heavy, negative connotations."

"But she is," Bucky growled quietly, "'s like she's afraid to let go 'cause I'll disappear or something."

"Oh, noooo," Sam mocked, "I'm Bucky and my girlfriend loves me too much and trusts me too much and actually feels safe and dependent on me too much - ohhh noooo!"

There was a thump, Sam's cried, "Ow!", and Bucky telling him to shut up. You slowly backed away from the door, trying to settle your breathing as you made your escape down the hall. When back in the kitchen, you whimpered and let the first tears fall... The first of many you shed in the hour it took you to prepare breakfast for everyone; doing your best to eat as you cooked so you didn't have to linger around the men. You took Bucky's words to heart, and maybe you were too sensitive, maybe you should venture outside again.

So, when the lads came out, you set the table without making eye contact with any of them. "Here," you directed, setting the pancakes down, "I made breakfast, come eat, it's still hot."

"Wow," Sam smiled brightly, "thanks, Peach!"

You hummed, still avoiding their eyes as you just set the abundance of food to the table. "You... Cooked without me?" Bucky asked you with skepticism.

"Mhm," you hummed, setting the coffee pot down to a hot pad, "and I'm going out shopping with Nat, so, eat up, lads, I'll do the dishes when I get home. Love you, boys, bye," you waved them off, snatching your keys and then moving to the door to stuff your feet into your sneakers.

"Woah, woah, woah," Bucky left the table, approaching you urgently, "hey, what do you mean? You're goin' out?"

"Yep, figured I've stayed in too long, might as well get out and remember life doesn't stop just 'cause I'm sad."

"Peach - "

"I'll see you when I get home, Buck, okay?" You mumbled, slinging your purse on your shoulder.

"Well, here, here, hey, wait, hang on," he pulled his wallet out, handing you over a wad of big bills. "Spend it all, okay? Have fun, call or text if you need me, yeah?"

"Sure."

Bucky leaned in to kiss you but you just opened the door, ready to leave. He frowned, watching you, barely managing to call a quick, "Love you!"

You didn't return the sentiment, feeling hallow and all too silly to return the affection. In your purse was your laptop, headphones, chargers, and whatever else, so, instead of meeting your friend, Natasha - being just a ruse to avoid Bucky - you started small and just went to the local café. You used to frequent it back in the day, but times were changed, and yet, they were all the happier to serve you the same as before. Getting cozy in the corner, you set up camp and ordered your favorite coffee basically every other hour - letting the day waste away as you caught up on work emails.

Might've wasted time on Instagram and Facebook and Pinterest. Got shopping done on Amazon. Browsed through Target's online selection. Checked out the sale items at Kate Spade. Perused Fenty Lingerie because you could.

Before you knew it, a message was coming in over your MacBook from Bucky, asking where you were - why had you turned your location off?

You packed up and with a to-go cup, made the short trek back home. When you got back, Bucky was pacing in the living room; staring at his phone and typing, then deleting, retyping, groaning, glancing up, typing again, then doing a double take. "Where've you been, Peach? Huh!?" Bucky demanded. "You're late!"

"Out with Nat," you eased.

He huffed through his nose, nodding slowly, "You have a nice time?"

"It was okay," you answered. "I'm gonna go to bed after I shower."

His brows furrowed, "I have a meeting tonight."

"I know."

"O...kay?" He let you go, wanting to ask why you didn't ask him to join like you had so often in the past few weeks.

And it didn't stop there, in fact, it got worse. When Bucky got home from his meeting, he was actually shocked to see you nestled in the bed; teetering on the edge of the shared space while snuggling a weighted body pillow.

When he tried to give you a snuggle, you stirred to life and pushed him back, muttering, "Too hot."

The following morning, he was relatively surprised to see you up and about before him; barely getting a word in before you were slipping out the door to go on a morning jog. He was confused by how all of a sudden, where you were once everywhere he looked, now, you were disappeared and distant and gone. You worked out alone, cooked alone - but always left him a plate, but long gone were the cute little sticky notes you left for him. You once haunted the apartment by never wanting to leave, and now, ghosted in and out of it on a daily basis.

You never bothered to go far from home. You liked hanging at the coffee shop and luckily, your job let you work from home most days, and the rare time you were due back in the office, it was only about a 20 minute walk. You got better at lying, couldn't even remember the last time you and Bucky had sex, and even now, the last time you had a meal together. You didn't text him about your day; where you once might've told him about an adorable dog you saw on the street, now, you only ever texted him if he asked a direct question.

Food lost appeal, your appetite vanished.

Sleep evaded you, plaguing you with nightmares when you did rest.

Interest dulled, passions were snuffed, and only fearful, confused anger remained. It showed in the way weight seemed to shift around your body, thinning; the lack of sleep creating dark rings and bags under your bloodshot eyes.

After two weeks of this, Bucky grew irritated and short with everyone around him. It reflected in his work, the way he spoke to everyone; even Steve and Sam getting the brunt end of his anger. Without you to assure him, Bucky was off his rocker; losing his cool; his patience stretched far too thin. So much so, the two mates approached an outside associate, Natasha Romanoff, after a particularly snappy meeting to plead for her to talk to Bucky.

"James," Nat greeted as she strode into his office without knocking.

"I know you're my oldest friend, but you don't have that privilege yet," he mused, never looking up.

"What?"

"Not knocking. What is it, Nat?"

"Just came to check on you, you know, like friends do."

"Hm," he chuckled without humor, "and what did Peach say to you?"

"About...?"

"Me."

"Nothing, I haven't gotten ahold of her for weeks."

Bucky paused, slowly lifting his head in confusion; brows furrowed and mouth set in a firm, straight line. "What?" He grit.

"Huh?" Nat wondered.

"She's been telling me that she's hanging out with you for the past two weeks," he revealed.

"Nope, not since the incident with HYDRA."

Bucky's (right) flesh hand crushed the pen in his grip, taking a long breath. "All right," he sighed, "so, why come today?"

"What's really going on, Buck?" She worried softly. "Is it really whatever's going on with Peach? You're this pissed off? What'd she even do?"

"She just..." He cut himself off with a long sigh. "It's nothing."

"Bucky," Nat gave a pointed look.

"She's just avoiding me," he muttered. "It's like she's barely home, almost like a ghost."

"Isn't that what you wanted?"

"Yes, and no," Bucky snipped, rolling his neck out. "I'm just worried about her now, she's never not communicated before."

"Something's bothering her," Nat shrugged. "She probably needs you right now, Buck."

"I can't do it all," he whispered. "I can't be who she wants and run this organization at the same time."

"She doesn't need that, she just needs you to be her partner," Natasha spoke softly. "She needs to feel loved and supported, and surely, she maybe felt weird about whatever you were projecting. Instead of taking it out on your men," she smirked, "why don't you just talk to her? 'Cause I hear you're bein' a more-than-usual asshole lately. You need to ease up or get laid, 'cause you're taking it out on good, loyal men, and that's entirely unfair."

"They can take it."

"Sure, but they shouldn't have to," Nat rolled her eyes. "Look, since you won't answer me, I'm assuming the sour mood is in regard to whatever relationship issues you have right now?"

"Sure," he tossed the pen away, opened a skinny drawer to his right and select an identical one.

"Bucky," she growled.

He sighed, "She's lying to me, Nat. Saying she's with you when she's not... Is this an affair? She's gone all the time now."

"No way," Nat laughed. "Baby girl doesn't have the energy to entertain anyone - let alone two men. You're just the exception."

"Why lie, then?"

"Maybe she didn't want you questioning her..."

"No shit."

"Well, did you get into a fight?"

"No."

"Any reason she doesn't want to be home?"

He shook his head with a sigh, "Not that I know of."

"You had to do something."

"Honest, I haven't. She was being all clingy, but then one day, a switch flipped."

Nat frowned, "You think... Your girlfriend is being clingy... Because she was kidnapped and beaten up... Because of your fucking job... And is probably scared...out of...her mind...? I get that correct?"

Bucky paused for a long moment, muttering, "Oh, my God."

"Yeah, you asshole. Think of it that way! She's afraid!" Natasha snapped. "And probably picked up on your energy, so, she made herself scarce."

"I didn't mean - "

"I don't care, go home, apologize to that sweet angel - she doesn't deserve this."

Bucky paused, "What is 'this' exactly?"

"James. Focus on the present - your woman. Go make this right. We all know you're this big, bad dude - but it's okay to be a little sensitive towards the woman who loves you without condition!"

Bucky relented, figuring the redheaded Russian mobster was right.

The entire drive home, Bucky considered the ways you had changed in the few, short weeks since he vented to Sam and Steve about your clinginess. You didn't take meals with him, didn't cook, work-out, or do anything you used to do together. Sex? Forget it. Dates? Nope. Cuddling? No, you're always 'too hot'. And when he thought about it, he remembers seeing the wads of cash he'd leave for you stuffed in his sock drawer - surely trying to make him think it was just another emergency fund he had hidden. You never spent his money, feeling humiliated by his choice of words.

Clingy...

You didn't text or call him when he was gone, you hadn't even so much as kissed him in what felt like ages... Well, more like you hadn't initiated any kisses...

His heart weighed in his chest as he realized he hadn't even so much as hugged you in days. You were rarely in the apartment together, and when you were, you were just silent and busy with chores. It was as if you operated on the exact opposite schedule as he did, went to new extents to avoid him, and his heart clenched in his chest.

When he got home, you were caught cooking in the kitchen - being obvious that you weren't expecting him. The door slammed and his baritone voice snapped, "Peach!"

You gulped, holding the sauce-covered wooden spoon to your chest. When he rounded around the corner, he found you and slowed down, sighing in relief. "What's wrong?" You worried in a timid tone.

He panted lightly, relaying, "Needed to find you."

"I'm here."

"I know," he relented, charging up to you and engulfing you in a tight, heavy hug. "I needed to talk to you, Peach," he whispered.

"What's wrong?"

"You. You're what's wrong."

"What the fuck does that - "

"No, no," he pulled back to stare down at you fondly, "I don't mean it like that, just that... You're struggling. I can see that. But you're not alone, I'm here with you, and I got a little caught up in my head when I realized someone was so very dependent on me - it fucking scared me. But then... Then you just shut yourself off and hid away from me, and oh, my God, it's so much worse, baby. Don't do that," he breathed, "okay? Don't ever shut me out - don't stop loving me, don't stop talking to me, don't give up on us. I can't read your mind, you can't read mine, it's not an excuse - but we understand better when we trust each other enough to communicate what's required. I'm so sorry I got caught up in myself, I didn't know what you needed - but I'm here now, I'm here - I'm not leaving you."

You collapsed into his chest, taking a shuddering breath.

"Don't ever stop talking to me, Peach," Bucky whispered, kissing the top of your head; keeping you close. "I'm so sorry, baby, if I - "

"If?" You snapped, pulling back to glare at him through your tears. "I heard you, Bucky. I heard you talking to Sam and Steve, and about how clingy I am."

"I was wrong," he insisted. "I was overwhelmed and tired and just stretched thin, the easiest thing to do is attack those closest to me, and that's you. It's not right, it's the worst I could do to you after all you've been through, and I'm so sorry. I was wrong, you're not the person to take this out on - and I'm so sorry, Peach."

You sighed, "I don't mean to be... I don't mean to cling - "

"Nah," he chuckled, caressing your cheek, "you cling as much as you want. Cling as tight as you want, baby, don't let me go. I'm sorry for what I said and the way it made you feel, it was wrong - so fucking wrong of me, and I see that. When you pulled away from me, I just... I couldn't think. It felt so wrong, and I knew it was my fault." He took your face in both palms, promising, "I'm so sorry, Peach."

You shrugged meekly, "It's okay."

"It's not."

"No, but apologizing is a step in the right direction."

He nodded, "What else can I do?"

"Nothing - "

"Peach."

You paused to think, smiling shyly, "Movie night?"

"Whatever my pretty girl wants," he nodded.

"Hmm... Get a bath with me?"

"All right... Sure, okay..."

"And face masks."

He sighed, "Okay."

"And mani-pedis."

"Baby."

"You said you were making it up to me, right?"

He smirked, "That's right... All right, yeah, sure, fine, we can..." He sighed again, "We can do all that, Peach, whatever you want."

"I just want you," you told him softly. "I didn't mean to be so clingy. I was just afraid... I felt afraid everyday, just so very unsure in this life. You're the only thing that makes sense to me, Buck, and when I heard you, I just... I guess I realized how dependent I'd been and wanted to give you space. Last thing I want is to smother you, to drive you away from me."

"Not ever gonna happen," he promised softly. "I just didn't handle it like I should've. I'm sorry, Peach, but I'm here now - for whatever you need. Want me to take a few days off, just be together? I'll arrange it. Want to get away for a bit? We can go."

"I just need you," you whispered. "Only you and I should be okay - I can be okay if I have you, but feeling like I lost you? Even a fraction? Buck... James, it was such a harrowing feeling, I wasn't sure what to do to move forward. So, I think I just panicked, shut down; thought if I could just get back to normal, you'd love me again..."

"I never stopped loving you," he swore, "I just had a bad lapse in my own judgement. Nothing against you, baby. Nothing."

You nodded again, letting him tuck you into his chest; perfectly snug under his chin as he coiled his arms around you. He let out a long sigh, his guilt swelling to new heights, but for that present moment, everything seemed okay.

Felt okay.

Appeared okay.

And you'd both do whatever it took to remain as okay as you possibly could.

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[rxmqnova]

Winning you

Story: It's Wanda's birthday and Y/N is trying to win her over Vision… ——————————————————

NO ONE'S POV It's Wanda's birthday today and Y/N's been super excited for it. She's planned a lot of things for the day and plans to finally confess her feelings for the witch at the end of it.

Y/N has a huge crush on Wanda ever since she met her. She's been wanting to tell her for a long time, but every time she's tried something happened, so hopefully she'll finally tell her tonight.

But Y/N is not the only one who has a crush on Wanda. There's also Vision who always happens to somehow drag Wanda away when her and Y/N are spending time together.

According to Y/N's plan, she starts with making breakfast for the birthday girl. She makes some pancakes, knowing Wanda loves them.

And once everything's ready, she picks everything up and starts walking upstairs to Wanda's room, meeting Vision half way through and receiving a not very nice look from him.

Y/N couldn't care less though. She's determined to win Wanda over for good.

As quietly as possible, she sets everything up on Wanda's desk, adding a little sweet note for Wanda when she wakes up.

Leaving Wanda's room again, she makes her way over to her own room to get ready for the day.

———

Holding the first gift for Wanda, Y/N makes her way back to the kitchen. Wanda should hopefully be there soon.

"Someone's in a good mood today" Natasha teases, seeing her best friend walk into the kitchen.

"Mhm. You know well why, so stop teasing. The day needs to be perfect" Y/N states, taking a seat on the barstool to wait for Wanda to come.

"Wanda will have the perfect day with me, don't worry" Vision interrupts, a smug smile on his face.

Before Y/N can respond, Wanda steps into the kitchen, a bright smile on her face, making Y/N's worries go away immediately as she gets lost in Wanda's beauty.

"Yeah, sure" Wanda's sweet voice gets Y/N back to reality, her eyes widening when she sees Vision talking to her and handing the brunette a bouquet of roses.

Vision's quick to send Y/N a smirk when he turns around to walk aside. Y/N shakes it off, making her way over to Wanda, a warm smile on her face.

"Happy birthday, Wands!"

"Thank you" Wanda smiles, her cheeks turning red a little bit. "And thank you for the breakfast. It was delicious"

"That was nothing. I-I got you something" Y/N says, nervousness taking over her as she hands Wanda the box she's been holding.

She watches nervously as Wanda opens the box and gasps when she finds inside an entire The Dick Van Dyke Show sitcom collection.

"How… how did you know?" Wanda asks, trying to stop the tears that are filling her eyes as this sitcom reminds her of her childhood.

"You mentioned you used to watch it with your family when you were small, so I thought you might like it" Y/N explains, immediately getting pulled into a tight hug by the brunette.

"Thank you so much, Y/N/N" Wanda nearly whispers, giving Y/N a warm smile which Y/N returns.

"I. Hm. I-I was hoping that maybe you and I could have lunch together? I-I have planned something and-"

"Sorry to ruin that for you, but Wanda's already going out for lunch with me" Vision jumps in, cutting Y/N's sentence off.

"Oh… well, maybe when you come back we could spend some time together?"

"We'll go straight to Tony's party" Vision answers for Wanda who was about to say something. "Go get ready, darling. We should head out soon"

Vision rushes Wanda out of the kitchen, Wanda only having time to shoot Y/N an apologetic look.

Cursing under her breath Y/N watches as Vision disappears along with Wanda.

"He ruined everything, I planned a picnic for Wanda and he just needs to ruin it" Y/N sighs, looking at Natasha. "Why would he even take her out on lunch? He doesn't even eat food… Calm down, Y/N. You still can do it. Surely you'll have a chance to dance with her on the party. Then you'll take her on the balcony and give her the bracelet" Y/N takes a deep breath, calming herself down before turning around and going to her room, leaving an absolutely confused Natasha in the kitchen.

———

Spotting Wanda dancing with Vision Y/N heads straight to the bar, ordering a drink and taking a seat, watching the pair having fun.

But when two hours pass and Wanda is still with Vision, either dancing on sitting on the couch and sipping a drink, she stands up, deciding she needs some fresh air.

Tears fill her eyes as she sits down on the balcony, taking out of her purse the bracelet she bought for Wanda.

Wanda's always looked at this exact piece of jewelry every time they were passing the jewelry store and Y/N's been super excited to see Wanda's reaction once she would give it to her.

Thinking she completely lost her chance and Vision won Wanda's heart, the sweet voice speaks up behind her.

"There you are, I've been looking for you" Wanda says, taking a seat next to Y/N on which Y/N's quick to wipe away her tears. "What are you doing here all alone?"

"Just thinking" Y/N mumbles out, looking down on the ground to avoid any possible eye-contact with the witch. "Why are you here? It looked like you're having a good time with Vision"

"Well, having a good time is not how I would describe it" Wanda sighs.

"I… I have one more gift here for you. Can you close your eyes?" Y/N mumbles out a requests.

And just like Y/N wanted, Wanda closes her eyes, so Y/N takes Wanda's hand in hers, putting on the bracelet.

"Y/N" Wanda sighs. "This is too much. It's really beautiful and I really wanted it, but I know the price. I can't take it"

"Wanda, I'm not going to return it. I know how much you liked it and I want you to have it… I like the green gemstone in it, matches your beautiful eyes" Y/N smiles, noticing the pink color on Wanda's cheeks.

Instead of getting a verbal response, Wanda connects her lips with Y/N's. She's been wanting to do this for as long as Y/N has and today only proved her right… that Y/N feels the same way.

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY WANDA!!! <33

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[laszlo-cravensworth-enjoyer]

Okay, crazy what we do in the shadows season 5 theory time

Based upon s5 leaks!!!

(Long post, spoiler warning)

Well, I do think Guillermo is gonna turn into a vampire. Probably not in a permanent way, because we really need to see Nandor turning him properly!!!

Okay, last season everybody lost something important to them, and everything got back to the status quo. Laszlo lost his father-son relationship with Colin, Colin lost his "childhood" memories, Nadja lost the nightclub, Nandor lost his 37 wives, and Guillermo lost Freddie.... I guess? I do think it fits the whole theme of nothing ever changing in the vampire lifes, but what if he lost his humanity?

Soooo...

It may be a strecht but look at this picture!!!!!

Tell me this is not vampire!guillermo shinanigans!!! Or maybe some weird in between creature because of his Van Helsing blood?

It is stated by The Guide that his blood had to be drained for the vampires to suffer any damages while managing his body (s03e02), so Guillermo might not be entirely "poisonous" to vampires, but just enough to mess things up.

Also... look whos is credited for the first episode on imdb...

Guillermo's grandma! Maybe, he seeks advice from her, as she knows about vampires and stuff, maybe she could help in this unusual situation!

I also wanna talk about the optometrist, i know that Guillermo is wearing his glasses on the leaked picture, but somehow his powers are growing and now he has 20/20 vision? Would make sense for him to look for a professional in this case, because he, besides Colin, is the only one who really wears glasses.

Oh my God this is so long and its 3am but I am an Anxiety Machine and won't stop thinking about this for the next couple of months BUT i also think Sean is going to have a bigger role this season...

Its just a video of him hhmm... in a pride parade? Vampiric pride parade maybe? Who knows but it seams like a little event...

And I may be going crazy, but this could tie up with this pic that leaked too

Colin! I don't know what he is campaigning for, but I think Sean could also be running for... something and going for the gay votes? Or he is just coming out I don't know.

Either way Colin could gather lots of energy from an election, this should be so much fun!

Last but not least, the reason it can't be a permanent change to Guillermo's character (besides being the end of his character arch, literally in the first episode, 2 seasons before the end) is that we have this BTS pic from Harvey... okay he couldve just take off the fangs, but he is not even wearing the vampire makeup! (Pale skin and subtle red eyeliner)

If anyone reads this... im being delusional and really needed to take this off my system, can't wait to see this being completely useless in july! Thanks for bearing with me this long haha

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[somethingblu3]

The Discovery Of Love (Chapter 1) | Quinten Quist

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18+ minors dni.

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Fandom: The Discovery Of Heaven, De ontdekking van de hemel

Summary:

When Onno discovers you and Quinten childhood best friends are Soulmates he's over the moon Max not so much. Max is terrified at the thought of his possible son being in a relationship with his best friend's daughter while he's in denial that you and Quinten have been seeing each other for months. You both try and keep it under wraps but you both know it's only a matter of time before someone finds out the truth.

TW: secret Relationship, Virgin Quinten, the birds and the bees Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Healing, Healing Soulmates, Canon Divergence,Alternate Universe,POV Second Person, Forbidden Love possible incest

Pairing: Quinten Quist x Female Reader, Quinten Quist x Afab Reader

Word Count: 2,801 (Finally wrote something over 1K! for once)

Graphic Credit: @keep-it-light

Note:

Lightly edited. To be clear i've aged Quintin up to 19 years old. Max's daughter is AFAB and uses she/her pronouns. Also I hope the formatting is alright tumblr's sucks.

Onno Quist figured that at one point in his life he would have to tell his young and innocent virgin son about sex but today would not be that day. Quinten seemed far more interested in architecture than girls that was until he finally noticed you Max’s daughter. At first Onno was taken aback by his growing attraction but as he observed his son it seemed like a match made in heaven in Onno’s eyes at least. Max seemed totally against the idea when Onno brought it up one winter evening over dinner. As he spoke and dug into his turkey Onno’s eyes were fixated on Quintin and you outside in the snow Quinten with his nose stuck in a book of course and you were showering for bugs to add to your collection butterflies especially seemed to be of your most recent hyper-fixation.

It was sweet watching you two bond even if Quinten did seem vaguely disinterested at first that was until he finally looked up from a page in his book bookmarked between two fingers and watched in awe as you bent over to collect a wounded butterfly and shove it into a clear jar.

Onno grunted at the sight. What kind of partnership would you two be, he wondered. Obviously, it's less complicated than his own with Ada. Max was intelligent of course funny and affectionate, and he had been Onno’s best friend for decades, but Onno did find it odd that he knew nothing of the Mother.

“So she just abandoned a baby on your doorstep?” Too interrupts what must have been Max’s hundredth argument on why you and Quinten being together would be a terrible idea.

“Yes, that’s right. Just a name tag I hardly remember the women a one night stand” He recounts.“And so, how did you know she was yours?” Onno inquired. Max paused as he cleansed his pallet with a sip of wine.

“She was a virgin. Part of the deal was that I would make her night the most memorable of all, so in return, she would heal my Emphysema.” Onno nods. “Seems like a fair deal. You really need to quit the smoking though why don’t you give those patches a try? I think they even make gum now.”

“Gum? Have you ever seen a guy my age chewing gum?” Max scoffs. Onno drops the subject these days Max was careless about his health he had gained some weight and he was getting weaker even you had started to notice. You and Quinten were always out running around in the garden either chasing after the dogs of each other.

“Their not”“I never said they were.”“You're reading too much into it like you always do.”“Nonsense” Onno frowned as he rested his chin on his hand “Look at them! Don’t they remind you of someone?” Onno hums as he raises his brow subtly.“I have no idea who you are talking about”, Max rebuttalsOnno rolls his eyes.

“You and Ada, of course,” Onno coos. “You were head over heels in love with her, practically drooling over her when you first laid eyes on her in that bookshop”, Onno remarks. “Was not?” Max says defensively, “Why deny it? Onno probes

“Does it matter if they’re soulmates or not?”Onno scoffs “When did Max Delius loose interest in daughter’s soulmate?” Onno scoffed; he couldn’t believe it. What was the big deal? Before they had met Ada in that bookshop, all they used to pound over was Soulmates, other than science and philosophy.“Since her Soulmate was Quinten Quist”, Max snaps. He knew it. He bloody knew It.

“You thought he wasn’t.”

“I was wrong.”

“When did you discover?” Onno asks curiously, his complete focus on Max and Max alone.“Last Summer. Quinten spent most of his days in the lawn chair reading he had a nasty sunburn didn’t you notice? He was red like a chilli pepper, and then she touched him, and he was back to his normal pale self. Not only that there was a time when Quinten burned himself with a hot glue gun when he was trying to make a replica of a building she touched his finger, and it healed in a matter of minutes no burning sensation” Max recounted.

“Those could just be a matter of coincidences”, Onno suggested. “Just like us.”“No not like that” Max says shaking his head.“There was another incident one that I hadn’t told you about” max says he pauses as if he’s trying to collect himself. “Which incident?”

“We went out to the lake one hot evening teaching Quinten how to sail, if you remember. Well one night he fell into the water. We were both horrified we though something terrible had happened to him he could have died or he could have experienced head trauma. Luckily, I managed to swim in and save him. When I rescued him onto a nearby dock, she kissed him, and he was perfectly fine.

“You never told me” Onno.Max shrugs lightly. “I didn’t want to worry you about everything going on with Ada; besides, Quinten was fine. She healed him, kissed him, and he woke up; his bruises faded away, and his concussion was gone”, Max explained.“She kissed him?” Onno asks, taken aback, his eyes wide“Yes. She was attempting CPR,” clarified Max“And after the kiss, what happened?”“We went home. They didn’t say anything to each other. Quinten stormed off to his room; he was in such a state,” Max recounted“He was angry? About the kiss?”“He broke one of his plane models on purpose.”

Onno’s eyes flickered back to the two of you in the garden. Quinten’s eyes hadn’t returned to his book yet his lapis lazuli eyes where completely transfixed on you as you show him the little creature you had just added to your collection for once he seemed actually interested in the insect as you shovel it into the palm of his hands. Quinten never liked dirt, but Onno figured he would make an acceptation for you.

“He must have forgiven her then” Onno observes himMax turns in his chair as he watches the two of you giggling.

“Yes he must have” He obverses. You were getting to close for Max’s liking he couldn’t have you two together certainly not as soulmates you were both already best friends, inseparable since birth. Now that you were both adults, it would be merely impossible to keep the two of you apart. It would be only a matter of time before you two begin to act on your feelings and become intimate; it was a topic that made Max feel sick to his stomach the thought of his daughter being with his best friend’s son in that way, just like he was with Ada.

He could remember It like It was yesterday being so young and in love tangled in each other he had never seen such an obvious pairing than to two.

“You’ve had the talk with him, I presume?”Onno looks up perplexed he’s already devouring the pudding the table was still completely covered in food you and Quinten had barely touched your supper.“About Soulmates? Yes, he’s always known they exist. I’ve never shied away from that.”

“No, not Soulmates. Sex. I would prefer it for your son not to knock up my daughter, especially as she has just turned eighteen. Her mother would have a heart attack.”

“And you wouldn’t.”

“You know what I mean,” Max says as he sucks on his bottom lip. “When are you going to tell him?” Max probes, “Tonight. That is my plan if things go accordingly.”Max hums.

“I’m sure it’ll go down well. Remember the time you told him Pluto was a planet?”“He was devastated and didn’t talk to me for weeks”, Onno reflects.

“And how do you think he’ll react to learning that babies don’t come from Stalks?” Max inquires Onno groans he had high hopes before but Max’s comments were enough to diminish his attempts.

“Alright then I think we best be going” Max announces as he gets up. You and Quentin must have been out there for hours you must have been freezing cold Onno pulled Max by the wrist of his suit.“Huh?” Max murmurs

“Wait” Onno instructs him firmly his eyes still on you and Quinten in the garden.

As you take the butterfly back from his hands, Quinten jerks his hand away immediately. He kisses his finger as if he had been bitten but still seems to be in pain. You then murmur a few words to him barely audible through the glass door he then seemingly stretches out his finger, and you kiss it.“There's your proof right there”, Onno comments.“I knew they were I just didn't want to admit it to you” Max reveals. “The thought of them..”

“Is it just because he's my son?” Onno asks, “No, not just because of that...”

“Then why?” Onno prods. Max sighs as if he's trying to compose himself, but then he catches his wristwatch in the corner of his eye.“It's getting late; thank you for having us.”

“Why won't you answer my question?”

“It's not important” Max shrugs Onno doesn't by it something's off.“Would you like the rest of the food wrapped up then?” Onno asks as he stares down at the full table; he can hear you giggling from outside as Max opens the door.

“That would be nice” He comments his eyes still transfixed on his daughter.“My Ladybug it's time for us to go” Max announces he's clearly caught you and Quintin of guard sharing a moment as you stare into his bright sparkling Lapis lazuli eyes.“But Father” You groan can I stay for a few more hours? I want to see Quintin's train set.” Max rolls his eyes “No” he says firmly. “You have your exams next week to prepare for.”

“Aw fine” You groan as you shove the jar into your satchel Onno grins.“Did you catch a good one?” Onno asks “A Saddleback”, You announce joyfully “I'm sure Quentin will be researching it later” Onno comments “Not after the thing bit me.”

 “It wasn't a spine it was a bite and It only did that because you almost crushed it with your big hands!” That comment earns you a smack from Quentin. You hiss and Max glares at him “Enough we'll be going” Max says as he takes the tin foiled wrapped food from Onno and they walk down the hallway.“Goodnight,” Onno says as he closes the door

“Good luck”, Max whispers“I'll need more than that”, Onno remarks as he reaches for the bottle of wine.*******“What did you want to talk to me about, Father?” Quinten approaches him with a book in his hand about the history of butterflies. Perfect, Onno thinks.“I wanted to talk to you about something important” Onno starts Quentin doesn't look up from him as he sits at the table; he is completely immersed in the book's pages.“Is it about Mother?” He asks, “No”, Onno replies.

“It's about something more serious.” This finally makes him look up and push the book away from him.

“Alright then, what is it about? Quinten wonders.“You know how we've always told you that stalks deliver babies?” “Yes”,Quinten confirms.“Well, that's not entirely the case.”“So you lied to me?” Inquires Quinten“I wouldn't say lied more bent the truth.”

“Why?” Quinten asks his Father curiously Onno takes a breath wishing he had taken a sip of the wine instead but it was too early he had to man up and get this over with.“Quinten. As you know, a man falls in love a woman sometimes they are soulmates sometimes they are not when they are though they can heal each other's wounds, emotional or physical.”

“I already know this, Father” Quinten buts in“I know but let me get to the point” Onno stresses “When they fall in love they might decide to have a baby but the stalk doesn't deliver it the stalk doesn't exist so get that story out of your mind. To have a baby, the couple they procreate...As in, they have sex.”

“Sex?” Quinten repeats, “Sex, yes.”

“And what's that?” Onno sighs yet he reists the wine “It's a partnership between two people someotimes to produce a child sometimes just to have fun and produce hormones” Onno tries to explain in a way Quinten would understand.

“And why are you telling me about this, Father?” Quinten asks him, seemingly not phased yet.

“Well, I've noticed how close you and Max's daughter have been getting recently, and I wondered if you were both...intimate.” “Why would you want to know that?” Asks Quinten

“Well if you were I would like to know that you where both beeing safe. If not, you could risk her getting pregnant, and Max wouldn't be too happy about that,” Onno remarks.

“But aren't babies a blessing?” Quinten questions. “They are, but not everyone wants one or can have one, and I thought I would make sure that if you two were together, that you were both safe.”“Well, we're not”, Quinten announces. “Good”

“But we're soulmates, aren't we? You saw the way that butterfly bit me...spited me,” Quinten recounts “I did...Max told me about the sailing incident:” Onno reveals“He did?” Quinten asks defeatedly 

“Why were you angry? You would be lucky to have that girl as your soulmate she seems like the perfect match she's intelligent, curious quirky and wise like you” Onno observes.“You would think” Quinten sighs “But I guess...i was scared I didn't want to ruin anything between us as friends” He reveals.

“Oh well, that is very respectable, Quint”

“Please don't call me that, Daddy. I'm not five years old anymore”, Quinten groans.“Oh well, very well. I'm just glad that you and her are just friends.

*******

“Oh fuck!” You pant as Quinten thrusts himself deeper into you. He had to keep you quiet. The palm of his hand was wrapped around your mouth as he rutted inside you in The Greenhouse.“We can't let them hear us”, Quinten reminds “Slow down!” You reprehend him. Since you had become intimate over the past few months, Quinten was like a wild animal in a heat and seemed to show no signs of slowing down.

You didn't mind of course, it was a nice distraction and a nice stress relief but it would be nice for you two to spend time together without the sex for once no matter how mind blowing it truly was.

You groaned as you came down from your orgasm and you prayed it was your last your legs were shaky as you held onto one of the plant pots for your life. Quinten held your waist firmly and you felt a mix of your and his cum dripping between your legs luckily the aroma was easily hidden by the musk of the plants. Quinten buries his lips into the back of your head. Seemingly satisfied, you watch his reflection in the window's glass.

“You told him we weren't seeing each other, right?” You ask “Of course” Quinten replies as he steps away and helps you get dressed picking your torn skirt from the floor.

“Do you think he bought it?” You ask him curiously Quinten had to be smart about this Onno Quist was a very smart man much like Quinten.“I think so,” He recalls.

“Although I don't think this tear in your skirt is going to help much” He comments and a grin spreads across his lips.“I hate you”, You murmur rolling your eyes.

“That's not what you were crying out a few moments ago.”You hit him just like he did on Christmas. You watch him as he leans closer, parting his lips and pushing your hair behind your ear.

“We probably shouldn't see each other for a while just so they don't catch on. Why don't we stage a fight?” He asks, cupping your cheek. Lost in his Lapis lazuli eyes, you didn't have much room to think this through.“Okay,” You tell him. He was about to lean in and kiss you, but then there was a knock on the greenhouse door.

“Darling,” Max calls. “You should be studying.”“Alright fine Father” You reply. You give Quinten a small nod as you leave, but he feels Max's eyes on him. You both had to sell this fight you couldn't risk his Father and Max finding out you where sleeping with each other behind their backs may as well have fun with it Quinten thought as he watched you leave.

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[butchdykeorpheus]

writing a meta post about taissa turner and taissa/van and taissa/simone that other people have probably talked about more intelligently than i have but i have Yellowjackets Disease (mental illness) (incurable) and i need to exorcise this from my brain. i just spent 15m pacing the room writing this out in my head. i'm obsessed with her. anyway

taissa turner THE lesbian icon i love her SO much and i can't stop thinking about her fractured selves. we already see from s2 previews and the shots of taissa and her out-of-sync reflection that this is only going to become more extreme as s2 goes on but right from early season 1 taissa is constantly at war with herself in a very extreme way and reconciling these two sides of herself is going to be a major part of her arc

s1 flashbacks to taissa's childhood in the 80s show us that she was traumatised from a pretty young age by witnessing her deeply religious grandmother being tormented by horrific visions of the "eyeless man", and i think you can draw a direct line between that and taissa's personality and attitudes in 1996: teenage taissa is a relentless type A personality, unyieldingly ambitious and Always In Control. not only that, but it's notable that she is the most vocally sceptical of all the yellowjackets when it comes to the superstitions and beliefs the other girls (spearheaded by lottie, who quickly seems to be becoming tai's biggest rival at the cabin) are developing about the wilderness. for taissa, there's always a logical explanation. there HAS to be. and she HAS to take the lead and guide the others by example through the entire harrowing experience, to be The Strong One (i'm sure there's also connection there between that and the stereotype of the Strong Black Woman but i'm not in a position to make that point in any eloquent way)

of course, taissa is terrified. and on some level, she too can't help but wonder if there's Something Else Out There With Them. but acknowledging any of that isn't an option for her, except in extreme circumstances (when van is in mortal danger). she especially cannot acknowledge any shred of doubt, of belief, around whatever might be out there in the woods. around what lottie and her burgeoning cult believe in

i think taissa is painfully aware - and deathly afraid - of what her grandmother saw, and that it might be hereditary. taissa knows that her family has a history of mental illness and that on some level she's also vulnerable to that. so: she can't ever acknowledge that something may be happening in the wilderness that she cannot comprehend or understand. taissa needs to believe in facts, logic, what she can see and feel. taissa cannot believe in "bad feelings", spirits, or ghosts. to open herself up to that for even a second would risk inviting in that thing that tormented her grandmother

so she quashes that part of herself aggressively, crushes it down and shoves it into a corner in the back of her brain. her stress, her fear, her doubt. but of course it doesn't work like that. you can't just lock your emotional and mental issues in a box in your mind and expect that to work. in her desperation to stay In Control, she's fractured herself, and that repressed terror and stress has no choice but to manifest in her sleep: sleepwalking, pica, hallucinations

it's so significant that in 2x02 this week we explicitly saw taissa, whilst sleepwalking, following the same eyeless man seen by her grandmother, almost to her death. regardless of whether or not he's an actual supernatural entity (and so far i really like the way yellowjackets maintains that ambiguity, and i hope they keep it that way), he represents taissa's terror of that hereditary "frailty", that it is inevitable, that it will destroy her

we already know that adult taissa also sees the eyeless man, among other hallucinations. adult tai is very much like her teenage self, only worse after years and years of repressing her teenage trauma, to the point where on some level she seems to believe in the same ritualistic practices she actively scoffed at when she was younger (at least enough to commit ritualistic animal sacrifice in her fucking sleep) - again, the fracturing of her self growing increasingly severe. the fact that during her press conference in s1 she sees the eyeless man lurking at the edge of the crowd and barely even skips a beat, that she continues to smile and deliver her political speech as if he isn't there - as if she's used to ignoring his lurking - shows how tenuous her grip on total control is becoming the harder she clings. but this is how taissa has always coped, right from her youth: You Get On With It. we clearly see her dismissive attitude towards mental health support and psychologists when discussing sammy; when simone is (rightfully so!) concerned about sammy's loneliness and stress, taissa doesn't see an issue, or at least doesn't want to acknowledge one. she's been lonely and high strung for a very long time - this is normal for her! and look at taissa. she's doing just fine!!! 🙃

only in her vulnerable moment with shauna, one of the few people in the world who can understand, does she admit that she feels like she's going through the motions of normality: that despite doing everything she'd planned (going to college, dating a lot of beautiful women, becoming a lawyer) as if her stint in the wilderness were only a minor speedbump in the road of her life, sometimes it "still doesn't feel real"

this is also where tai and shauna's conversation about feeling "it" happens, and where van and simone come in. despite how i think some people have interpreted that conversation, taissa clearly really loves simone. "it" is young reckless love, that wild, whirlwind, all-consuming teenage attraction (not even necessarily love - i really do not think shauna felt any deep love for adam - but this isn't a shauna post lol). "it" is the love tai shared with van. what she has with simone is a different, more mature and settled kind of love you feel after years and years of building a comfortable life with someone. it doesn't make her feel "it", the butterflies-in-your-stomach, the excitement. but it provides stability, comfort, and that's not inherently lesser. for taissa, it's definitely "safer". the issue here, and what i think is going to become a key theme of the relationship between adult taissa and adult van, is that taissa's relationships with simone and van speak to different sides of her fractured self

tai's relationship with simone is normalcy and stability - she's the Very Deeply Normal Life that adult taissa is living in the start of season 1, the flourishing career in law and politics, the wife and kid and dog and the picket fence. simone is a well-adjusted, grounding, dependable presence in taissa's life. even now - with their relationship on the rocks and simone needing to prioritise the safety of their young son (which! understandable!! taissa put a severed dog head in their basement!!!) - simone wants taissa to get help so she can be a part of sammy's life, and she's been trying to get through to taissa and convince her to seek help since season 1. it can be easy to see simone's current attitude towards taissa as harsh, and i've seen people compare simone's fear of taissa's issues unfavourably with van's acceptance of taissa's strange sleepwalking behaviour, but a) the stakes are different (again, they have a young son to think of), b) simone presented her ultimatum (seek help and quit politics or i cannot let you near our son) specifically after seeing taissa's mental health deteriorate from the stress of her political ambitions and multiple times encouraging taissa to please i am begging you see a therapist, and c) as far as we know teenage taissa has yet to, like, commit any ritualistic animal murders in her sleep lmao. that said, there's a part of taissa that simone simply Cannot Truly Understand, and taissa clearly doesn't want her to

tai's relationship with van on the other hand represents not only that intense teenage love, but the wilder, more unpredictable side of taissa that's inextricably tied to her teenage trauma. taissa and van have a very real love in spite of the horrific circumstances they've landed in and van can understand that wild, traumatised side of taissa's self in a way that a well-adjusted person like simone never can, because van survived the wilderness too. but that also makes her dangerous for taissa's very delicate psychological balancing act. around van, taissa can't maintain the veneer of normalcy and stability she managed to maintain - van sees right through that bullshit, she was there, taissa can't lie to her. we haven't seen adult van yet so it's not clear exactly what their adult dynamic will be or how exactly van has been impacted by the wilderness in the long term, but teen van, at least, has one foot in lottie's camp: she believes in the "bullshit" taissa refuses to consciously consider and is trying to convince taissa to believe in lottie too, and we already know how that is going to turn out for them. van is providing all the emotional support she can and trying so hard to protect taissa in the wilderness, even willing to tie herself to taissa while they sleep at the risk of injury to keep her safe, but she's also tempting taissa towards the other, unthinkable extreme: accepting that there are things out there in the wilderness that tai can't understand and therefore can't control; submitting herself to lottie's brand of spiritualism. if i have to guess, i think the biggest reason that adult taissa is no longer with adult van is that they'll always have the wilderness, and the actions one or both of them committed as part of lottie's cult, between them, and taissa couldn't cope with that. and i'm assuming adult van is likely still dealing with mental health issues of her own, so taissa can't necessarily lean on van for stability the way she wants to

ultimately neither of these extremes are entirely healthy for taissa. she can't pretend that nothing is happening and expect to have a totally normal, controlled life, anymore than she can allow herself to fully lose control and embrace lottie's style of cultic practice or be tormented like her grandmother. tl;dr Get This Bich A Therapist but also she'll need to reconcile both sides of herself and accept that there are some things she cannot control if she ever hopes to have the stable life she wants. and based on the trajectory of this show i think taissa's general mental state is going to get far, far worse before it gets better

i know some people are apprehensive about a van/tai/simone love triangle or drama but honestly as long as no one here is vilified i think it could be REALLY interesting. the issue isn't even specifically van or simone - simone truly wants to reach out to taissa and get her help and make their family work, and most likely tai and van could have a stable relationship if both are willing to seek help and talk about their history and what they're struggling with - but rather the way taissa interacts with them and her inability to accept in a healthy way the parts of herself that aren't fully in control

anyway i spent way too long writing this and probably still misspoke or missed something. my point is that if taissa turner has a million fans i am one of them. if taissa turner has ten fans i am one of them. if taissa turner has one fan then i am that one. if -

#im trying to practice converting all the wild ramblings in my brain into actual tangible words in general. hi #yellowjackets #taissa turner #gray.txt #yellowjackets spoilers

[paarthurnax59]

"Little Sparrow"

note: We are going to be getting a little bit of the reader's back story and also some of the people she knew from her childhood. No Van Helsing yet! but hopefully soon.

Warnings: Violence, and swearing. Reader not catching a break.🥺

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Chapter 2

Your plane landed at the Leonardo De Vinci International Airport within less then 13 hours. You thought that it would take much longer to get to Rome if the Order hadn’t booked you a flight in advanced, in first class none the less. Walking over to the desk and speaking Italian asked for a phone to get a ride to the Vatican. The woman told you that a ride had already been arranged for you and was waiting for you fifteen minutes before your flight landed. 

    Apparently, Cardinal Jinette wasn’t kidding needed to be there as soon as possible. You greeted the man in a black suit and escorted you to the black SUV. After helped your canvas bag into the car, he started the car and drove away from the airport and to your final destination. 

  After a half an hour of driving, you reached Vatican City and were immediately met with one of the other priests, Carl, a close friend of yours and one of the Order’s best engineers and inventors. 

“(Name)! It’s good to see you again!” He said as he opened his arms to hug you. you welcomed his warm embrace and hugged him with great eagerness.

“I missed you, Carl!” You laughed as the biggest smile grew on your face as you returned the hug back and laughed as you let him go. “How are things?”

“Honestly, not great. I’m sure that you have heard the news.” He replied as you can see the unease tension written all over his face. 

“Yeah, I know. It’s why I’m back. I wouldn’t have come if it weren’t for something like this.” You replied solemnly as you took a deep breath. “When did he go missing?” 

“Three weeks ago. I cannot say more due to secrecy. Father Cardinal will be giving you all the details. He wants you to get yourself unsettled before he meets with you. Right now he’s in a meeting at the moment. Your old room is waiting for you.” He said as he walked with you up the steps of the main building of Vatican City and to your old bedroom. As both of you walked the opulent hallways, you told Carl about your time away in America and the many monsters you had faced. You left out the part about the Winchesters, simply for not wanting to talk about Dean and the heart break you had experienced. He explained on how he was in the process of the creating an explosive device that could annihilate dozens of vampires with a heat as powerful and intense as a small fraction of the sun itself.  On how to make it portable on the other hand was the difficult part he explained. You laughed at the many times that he had some of his prototypes almost blew up in his face. 

“Rabbi Goldberg nearly strangled me when I almost blew up the lab. Most terrifying experience of my life.” He chuckled as you both finally reached a single mahogany door. “Well, I’ll leave you to settle in. I will see you later, (Name). I have some work in the lab I need to get done.” He finished as he walked off as your lips had a small smile. Carl for as long as you have known him, had always tried to make you laugh with his crazy stories. Even though some of those stories were the result of something or someone, getting blown up. You shook your head at the memories of when you were thirteen when he was teaching you the basics of combustion energy as you opened the door to your old room. 

     You pushed it open to a luxurious, but simple bedroom with antique wall ornaments made of gold and fine wooden pictures of many historic and religious figures. The priceless gorgeous furniture laid perfectly spread out throughout the beautiful suite. The large windows were covered with fine mint green curtains, where your queen size bed with mauve color bedding draped over the comfy looking bed. A lovely blue Persian rug laid right next to the other side of the bed. And the far side of the room, was a private bathroom that had both a shower and a bathtub. Your room may not be as extravagant, (which you were fine with), but it made the motels you were staying in, even the Bunker, paled in comparison. 

   Father Jinette offered you a better room, but you preferred something not so grand.  When you arrived to America, you had to quickly adapt to the less extravagant accommodations that you were used to. It’s easy to grow comfortable, considering where you were prior to coming to Vatican City. When you met the Winchesters, you didn’t want them to think you were some posh spoiled brat that think lesser of them for their situation. They didn’t choose it after all. 

    After you placed your bag on your beg, you looked into your old wardrobe, grabbed some bath towels and quickly went to the bathroom to freshen up. After you undressed, you immediately turned on the hot soothing, water and stepped inside. Once done, you wrapped yourself in a bath robe and went to your wardrobe again. You pulled out a pretty (F/C) dress to wear when you would meet up with Cardinal Jinette. You hadn’t seen Father Cardinal in a long time, and knowing him he would like to see you looking nice for when you met him in his office. After getting dressed and fixing up your now dried hair, you slip on some shoes and headed to the door.  You locked your door with the key in your dress pocket and headed down the grand hallway to the office of the leader of the Order.

  It took and good twenty minutes, five staircases and three large hallways until you finally reached your destination. You stood outside the double darkly colored oak doors, guarded by two large men that you know were his bodyguards. Thy wore black suits, both men muscular and imposing. You go up to the door and were about to knock it, when one the men grabbed you hand roughly.

“Ow! Hey what are you doing!?” You yelled as the large man grabbed you hand so harshly, you know it was going to leave a bruise.

“State you name and business that you have with Cardinal Jinette.” The tall dark-skinned man with a middle eastern accent said so robotically that he didn’t seem human. You were too focused on the man’s hand squeezing your wrist you were being too slow too answer.

“I’m (Full name) and I must talk with him about a missing member of the Order. Now let me go!” You said as you try to get the man to let you go but didn’t budge. It wasn’t until the door opened abruptly with the man you came across the Atlantic Ocean to see. Cardinal Jinette’s dark eyes widen in shock as two other Buddhist monks stood in shock right behind him, looking at you in concern. 

“What are you doing, Isran?! Let her go, you imbecille!” Father Jinette insulted the man holding you, then you instantly let go from the beastly man’s grasp.

“Forgive me, father. I was just trying to stop her from going in while you were still in a meeting.” He said apologetically to the Cardinal, without even looking at you. You couldn’t help but feel extremely insulted.

God, why can't you just get a break?

“It’s not me you need to apologize to.” He said with a very stern glare the large bodyguard. “As for my meeting I was done with it by the time I heard screaming outside my door. This young woman is my ward, and she has the right to come in here as she wishes. I do not want to see you touching her that way again. Now…” He tilted his head to you and the man, you now known as Isran, looked at you with a sneer. 

“My apologies, miss.” He said begrudgingly, like it was a chore for him to acknowledged that he did some wrong. You did nothing but glare at the man as you walked into the office.

 Oh, he is most defiantly on your list. 

    As you walked into the office and the tension dissipating, you smiled at the monks, Norbu and Tenzin, that were in the room.  They both bowed before You walked over the two monks and hugged them both as they laughed. It was joyous and happy, which was something that you really needed.

“(Name), it has been too long!” One of the Tibetan men said as you released and hug the other as a jubilant feeling erupted in you. 

“You too, Norbu. I have really missed you guys.” You laughed happily looking at both men dressed in Buddhist robes. Jinette smiled as he watched you reconnect with your old friends. Normally, it’s frowned upon, and even forbidden, for Tibetan monks to hug people of the opposite gender. However, after helping them save their home village from the spirit of a vengeful warlord, they see you as a friend. Behind closed doors, they are like family to you. 

“How was your time in America? We heard from Jinette that you were coming back.” He asked curiously. You want nothing more than to talk all about your journey to the states, however you hear a throat clear behind you and saw Father Jinette rising his eyebrows at you, telling that you needed to get back to business of you being here. 

“We can talk later, okay? Right now I have to meet with father Jinette about some business.” You promised them and they both bowed to you and walked out of the office. Father Jinette closed the door after they left down the hall. You were now left alone with the head priest of the Order.

“Paressa, I first want to say that I deeply apologize to what my new guard has done to you. I hope he didn’t hurt you.” He sincerely spoke to you as he closed the door to his office.

“I’m fine. I mean after everything I go through, it’s child’s play.” You said to Jinette, not wanting to bother him further.

“I will have a talk with him about it. He will not be doing that again under my watch.” He confirmed “I am pleased you had come. We have all missed you here.” The elderly Italian man wearing his bright red priest robes stood and walked over to you. 

“Me too.” You agreed despite, as well as the current situation that had reared it’s ugly head. He came close to hug you tightly, like a father missing his daughter. “I’m sorry for not staying in contact as much and for making you worry.” You said to the head of the Holy Order. 

“I knew you would be alright, Paressa. But you never know what could happen in these troubling times.” He said as he let you go. “I trust your time in America was a pleasant experience, since you spent so much time there after you left to travel the world. I didn’t think you would answer my call. I was worried after you had not written back to us in a while. Thought that the hideous creatures in America would have gotten to you by now. I am thankful to God that is not the case.” He answered with a hint of worry in his tone as he inquired you of the years you had spent in the states. You were originally from France and had been safeguarded at eleven by a secret organization call The Knights of the Holy Order. Like hunters, The Order’s goal is to protect humanity from the monstrous creatures that have plagued the earth since their very existence. The Holy order were the ones that trained you as a hunter. You had never told a soul of where you were trained, not even the Winchesters. Wanting to keep the Order a secret, even from other hunters.

“I wish I could say that, but…” you trailed off before you noticed Father Cardinal looking at you with extreme curiosity, like he was analyzing you. 

 “I can see that your accent is gone. I noticed when I first heard you spoke on the phone. Has your time in the States changed you that much?” He stopped you from speaking as he noticed that your original accent had faded over the years. When you were seven years old, you lived in a government orphanage in France, where your experience there were anything but pleasant. Your parents were killed at a young age and were sent to Paris when you lost them. Throughout your time there, you were abused and neglected. You would get into fights with the staff, fighting off any adults that tried to touch you or any of the other kids. You were ultimately kicked out by the cruel, horrible woman that ran the place when you were only ten.

 You nearly starved to death if Cardinal Jinette hadn’t found you. 

  You were trying to take food from him and had to fight off a couple of his bodyguards. Instead of turning you over to the police, he brought you to Italy and raised you like you were his own. He feed you, clothed you, educated you, and cared for you like your own parents had. When the time came to train you as a hunter, he noticed the fierce aggression that sparked in you. Aggressive, but also had a very strong spirit. It is why he called you Perassa, the Italian word for Sparrow. 

“I suppose I have. I was spending so much time there that I hardly even noticed.” You looked down, your eyebrows furrowed, and your lips curved downward into a frown. Have you changed that much since you were gone?

“We will talk more of your adventures later, Paressa. Now. We must get straight to the unpleasantries. You understand why I summoned you back?” He asked looking down at you with his arms folded into his back.

“Yes, I do.” You replied straightening your back and your chest moved as you huffed, knowing very well of whom he was talking about. 

Gabriel Van Helsing.

   The Orders most talented, and yet notorious, hunter. No one knew where he came from or where he acquired the skills of a master hunter. He was found once crawling at the steps of the church half dead when they found him, with extreme memory loss. It was before you came to the Vatican City as a child. When coming of age, he foresaw your training and taught you everything you know. You were very close for years before deciding to off on your own. However, when you left for the states, you stopped having as much contact with him. The reason? Let’s just say you both were not on good terms when you left. Over something that you did and placed you in a situation that tore the both of you apart. Seven years had gone by since that day that you had stopped talking to him. You often wondered if he had forgiven you. 

“Where was Van Helsing when he went missing?” You asked the head priest in a cool tone, not wanting to reveal any emotion. You even said his surname instead of his first, something you didn’t do very often.

“He went to the far east when he was taken.” Cardinal Jinette began walking around his desk, planting himself in his beautifully crafted chair. His eyes turned from you to the papers that laid on his desk.

“Taken? You said he was just missing. You never said anything about him being taken.” Your voice became more forceful, and your eyebrows furrowed. Anger was starting to bubble to the surface. 

“Calm down, Paressa. I too thought he was just missing when I called you. I didn’t not intend to lie to you when you came here searching for answers.” He hushed his voice, singaling you to take a few deep breaths. Taking a deep breath, you relaxed your body and made your shoulders. 

“Sorry, father.” You softly uttered. “I am just worried about him is all.” He nodded as he looked through the papers some more. “Do you know where he was taken?”

 “He called to tell us he was in the far side of Romania.” He stated as he was looking through the documents.

“Why would he go there?” You queried to get the information on where your lost former friend.

“He was hunting down Count Dracula.” Jinette answered, as the whole became engrossed in this dark aura. You said nothing for some time as shock consumed every thought going in your head.

“Dra-Dracula? As in, the count Dracula?” You stammered as Cardinal tuned to you with a nod and a serious and stern expression on his aged features. “No-there is no way. He’s a myth. He is nothing more than a piece of fiction some ignorant Irishman had cropped up from his own imagination.” You denied, not wanting to believe that the most famous of all vampires was indeed real and wreaking havoc on the earth.

“Piccilo Paressa, you of all should know of both the wonders and horrors of God’s green earth. I can assure you…that he is no myth.” He said as he pulled out a piece of parchments from his hand, making you squint.

“What is that?” You asked looking at the contents in Father Jinette’s hand.

“A letter. Written in blood. Human blood to be more precise. It just arrived just an hour before your plane had gotten in.” He disclosed to you as he handed you the old, fragile parchment paper. You began to read, your eyes scanning every line, filling you with much dread and fear.

You shook as you looked down at the letter repeatedly. Your eyes could not peel away from the scarlet writings that sent a chill down your spine. He’s real. Count Dracula was real, and he had your friend. He had Gabriel and apparently, he is holding him ransom. Cardinal Jinette looked at you as his concern for you, his ward,  grew while you stared at the letter. Your skin went pale after reading the contents of the short, yet terrifying note given to the Order.

“(Name), are you alright?” He asked, saying your real name. You looked back at him, finally taking your eyes off the thick paper. 

“I-I am. Just shocked is all.” You shuttered a little, your body still shaking from the news you just received. “He said in the note that you had something. Something of great value and he is willing to keep Gabriel alive to get it, and he knows you have it. What is it?” You queried and Father Jinette looked down to the floor, not saying a word as he got up. His aged face was stoic as he looked at you with his dark brown eyes. 

“Follow me.” 

Chapter 3

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[skzhua]

another typical story | part 11 - i truly love you.

MASTERLIST

pairing: idol!hwang hyunjin x influencer!reader, idol!lee felix x best friend!reader.

genre: social media!AU, strangers-ish-to-lovers, fluff, slow burn, female reader.

warnings: some swearing, mention of drinking.

summary: unexpectedly, felix brings his childhood best friend into his members' life. hyunjin is quick to take a liking for this new person.

Luna was one of a kind. Back in school, she was that one girl who would always be daydreaming about something instead of focusing. She studied in visual arts, and soon became a young intern in a design company. With her career taking off and your life getting pretty eventful, you haven't been able to spend much time together.

Felix and Chan knew her, of course. You wouldn't call them friends, but they got along well, to which you were grateful.

You went to pick her up at the airport when she arrived and the reunion was very emotional for the both of you. A wave of nostalgia took over and you felt like you really needed her here. You showed her your apartment, your neighborhood, your favourite places... And of course, you told her all about your new friends, mostly Hyunjin.

So when you accidentally bumped into him while getting your daily ice coffee, Luna was ecstatic to meet the handsome idol.

"You have no idea how much Y/N talks about you." she revealed before you hit her arm. "Ouch."

Hyunjin only laughed and gave you a flirty look. "Good things, I hope."

"Only good things." Luna smiled, not taking her eyes off the man. "Your career path is so impressive. And your art too! I used to study visual arts and yours has such a softness to it."

"Thank you very much. It's only a little hobby, though." he bowed, a bit embarrassed at the compliments. "I'd love to discuss more, but I'm kind of late for practice already." He turned to look at you and placed his hand on your shoulder. "I'll see you soon, yeah?"

You nodded in silent and he walked out of the shop, heading back to the van where one of the staff members was waiting for him. Unknowingly, your eyes stuck to his figure and you didn't realize Luna was now talking to you.

"Are you sure 100% he hasn't pulled anyone? I get the whole idol image, but not even a secret lover?" she asked curiously.

You shrugged your shoulders, taking a sip of your coffee. "If he does, I don't know about it."

"You have his number, right?"

You froze for a moment and searched for any sign on her face that could let you know she was joking, but all you could see was desperation. Your eyes widen in realization.

"You like him?" you exclaimed.

"A little bit..." she looked down in embarrassment and you gave her a look. "What? He's cute..."

"He's an idol."

"And so?" You gave her another stern look, making her sink in her chair a little. "You dated an idol!"

"You know he doesn't count."

"He's still an idol! Besides, I haven't dated anyone in ages because of school and work. And right now, I'm in Korea with my best friend, I'm starting my life career..."

You sighed in exasperation. You really didn't approve of this. You've had the experience of dating an idol, and it's shitty. Part of the reason why you would never admit you might also like Hyunjin. Thinking about now, it did sound like Luna could be a better fit for him. Plus, them being together might help you get over this little crush that has been blooming recently.

"Fine, I get your point. Give me your phone, I'll enter his number."

She smiled widely and walked around the table to engulf you in a hug. "You're the best, I love you, thank you, I owe you!"

When the afternoon came, you found yourself sprawled on your bed, eyes closed while listening to Luna who was at your desk, looking up nice places you could visit around. With the Google Maps page opened, she was reading out loud the locations that would be most appropriate.

"Bowling?" she suggested.

"You know I suck at it." you said, with a yawn, to which she answered with a laugh.

"Shall we go to this ramen place then?"

You sat up and looked over at the screen. "Sure."

"Yes! And then, we could go visit this contemporary art exhibition."

You shook your head. "I'm only available until 1pm, I have a shoot in the afternoon." you said, apologetically, and she pouted.

"Can't you cancel it?"

"I've already rescheduled it because of Hyunjin." you rolled your eyes. "Dude has no availability whatsoever."

Luna's face suddenly lit up before she sent you a smile. Not her usual warm smile, no. The one she would have when an idea, most of the time stupid, came into her mind. You frowned at her as a sign to tell her to speak out her thoughts.

"Would he like to go on a museum date?" she finally said with a sneaky tone.

"Sure, he would, but he's very busy as well, you know? Besides, from what I've heard, the exhibition is open for the next few weeks. We can go together some other time."

She shook her head. "I'll still ask him." she said as she took her phone and started to type.

You exhaled at her actions and dropped back on your bed while picking up your own phone to scroll through your social medias. Nothing much on your feed, mostly new pictures of your favourite artists and some people fighting on Twitter... The usual.

After a while, Luna let out a whine as she dropped herself next to you. "He's busy..."

"Told you." you answered. "You'll see him again, don't worry. Now, how about takeout? I'm starving."

"Will I, though? Maybe you are right, after all.." she sighed. "Chinese takeout is fine, I guess."

When Saturday finally came, it was time to have your little chat with Felix. With Luna coming over, you really haven't thought about him much. So, needless to say, you were pretty anxious.

You walked into the small restaurant and spotted the freckled man immediately. Felix had changed his hair, yet again. Even though he probably has had every single colour of the rainbow, you couldn't help but admire his silver locks. Of all the hairstyles and hair colour he's had, this was probably your favourite so far. You sat down in front of him and he greeted you with a smile.

"Did I make you wait?" you asked and he shook his head. "Great hair, by the way."

Embarrassed a little, he ruffled the top of his head with his hand, enhancing the fluffiness it already had. "Thanks! So, how was it with Luna?"

"It was very nice, she still has so much energy. I dropped her off this morning. She and Hyunjin actually started talking. We'll see how this goes for them."

He raised an eyebrow at your statement. "Hyunjin? With Luna?" he asked and you nodded and took the glass of water that was already served. "That's odd, I thought he had a crush on you." You choked on your sip at his words, making him explode in laughter before helping you out. "You good?"

"Yeah." you coughed out, throat still a bit sore. "I thought you were the one crushing on me." you joked and it only made him blush more, the tone on his cheeks getting redder.

"Yeah, we should talk about that."

Before you could speak, the waiter came to you table for you to order, interrupting the conversation that had barely started. You both ordered your meal, thanking the young man, and now you were back at your conversation. It took you a minite before gathering up the courage to speak again.

"I think you know where my mind is set with all this." you said, in a small voice.

He blinked a few times, eyebrows frowning as his thoughts were running in his head, and nodded. "I don't wanna push anything. Heck, I don't even know why feelings are creeping up again, I thought I was over you." He paused for a moment, expecting you to respond but you said nothing, so he continued. "It'll fade away, eventually. I don't want the past to repeat itself and I wouldn't bear with the idea of hurting you again."

"I agree." you finally said. "I'm sorry, I truly love you. However, I don't think this is the kind of love we should have."

As the waiter came with your food, Felix nodded in approval. With that, you went on with your lunch and moved on from the subject. It was short, but you believed there was nothing else to add. It was pretty clear; nothing was going to happen with Felix ever again.

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[justmeandmyships]

Oh wait a damn minute...

With my last post of my pity party i realized something. Please bare with me...

As we know little women (1994) was one of the movies inspirations for season 4. Of course most of us pointed out the parallel between Jo-Laurie- Amy with El-Mike-Will. because in both cases there are siblings in a romantic triangle with their childhood friend. In both cases there’s a trip, complicated feelings and stuff that I don’t want to detail now.

But at first I thought the inspiration they took it was: Mike and Will going on a trip and they realizing their feelings to one another just like Amy and Laurie did after Jo rejected him. But what if they actually uses as inspiration that iconic confession that Laurie did to Jo.

Yes. That Iconic love confession that we AmyxLaurie shippers have to fight even to this day because JoxLaurie shipper don’t let go of it. Laurie told Jo he loved her. He even was devastated after her rejection. He scaped to Europe and drawn himself in alcohol and lost all purpose for his life. This is when he finds Amy and they become closer with heart to heart conversation. He even said some hurtful things to her like when he asked her to marry her just because he knows he must married with one of the March sisters.

Now here is where my mind makes the connection (keep in mind that as writers inspirations from movies and shows don’t need to be literal.):

1. Mike told El he loves her with a “speech” just like Laurie did to Jo. He (Laurie) even said that they being together was something that everybody EXPECTED, so they MUST BE TOGETHER. He never talked about Jo’s dreams or vision for her life. His speech was basically focused on what He NEEDED. What HE DID. Sounds familiar? For me it does because if we see Mike’s speech gravities about the words Needs and how HE SEES El. Even if he said he loves her regardless of her powers Laurie also said he would still love Jo even if she didn’t fulfill his needs and was so opposed to his life style.

2. Both Mike and Laurie said hurtful things to Will/Amy. Mike said that meeting El was the day his life started and that was the time that Will life became an eternal hell. He said that in front of Will and knowing damn well how it affected him because Mike’s has comforted Will in the past, so he knows. That was just cruel.

The same goes for Laurie. In this version (because it’s not included on the books) he said to Amy that basically they should marry because he’s is rich and she’s ambitious and he has always known that he will marry a March sister. That’s hurtful because Amy is nothing but ambitious and she has always loved him and he basically saying “yeah I would marry you because I couldn’t have your sister” it’s mean as fuck.

3. Both Will/Amy went to a trip that helps them to figure out their feelings and communicate them to the audience: From Amy sides (in this version) it was kinda of always hinted that she had feelings for Laurie since she was a kid but she resigned herself to never go deeper on it because she knew Laurie loved Jo and Jo was her sister (familiar huh?) but YEARS (remember this it will be important later) after she meets Laurie again in Europe, she finds out that her feelings for him are heavy (cough another coincidence with Will) but she doesn’t tell him, she actually rejected his cruel proposal but we as an audience are told that she rejected the proposal of another man who was richer than Laurie. That let us know that she indeed fell for him (even though this movie didn’t invested too much in them and just show us their little talks).

In Will’s case you already know they let us know about his feelings with his painting and the van scene. I don’t want to talk about it, I am still emotional. But you know what I’m talking about.

But why is interesting these connections? Simple because Laurie and Amy as Will and Mike didn’t end their trip well. Not really. But after Laurie awful proposal to Amy, he realized that his feelings for Jo were never that real. He realized that his feelings for Amy were something more... a true love nothing else. He said to her “now i realized that it wasn’t your family what i wanted. It’s you who I love.” And before that he finds out who he was beyond Jo, beyond Amy, beyond love and that’s when he was ready to understand his feelings.

In the movies this happens within a few months or weeks i don’t recall but the trip when Amy and Laurie found each other happened YEARS AFTER LAURIE’s CONFESSION AND JO’s REJECTION. So in that order of ideas, We already have the trip but we haven’t had the time jump and the discovering of who is Mike besides relationships. And we know for a fact that next season will be a time jump, isn’t it? So my guess is that next season milkshake will fall apart just like Jo and Laurie. Perhaps El will break up with Mike and this Will help him to figure out who he is and that will allow him to understand his feelings too but also please take note that Laurie was full on denial of his feelings for Amy, at least Mike acknowledge that he fears of loosing Will and we also know that Mike KNOWS that painting was for Will because Eleven told him he painted for someone he likes. It’s possible that Mike it’s just “trying to keep things normal” like Finn said, because Mike doesn’t know what to do with his feelings and Will’s feelings. Remember that he grow up in an homophobic house.

This explains everything for me. From the awkward hug to the monologue and why the Duffers chose to make it as corny and cringe because they are even going on a deeper length than little women because at least Laurie speech was super emotional and it is hard not to feel bad for him. But Mike wasn’t and it wasn’t even focused on Mike at all. They’re basically implying that Mike is struggling with himself and perhaps already in love with Will unlike Laurie.

This already too long but I will say one last thing and it is that one of the first thing Laurie said after to Jo it’s that he understand now that she was right. On the books even said that he now knows that his love was switched and understands that he always LOVED JO AS A SISTER.

Anyway... i hope you can understand me because this was too long and a mess. I might change my mind later. I’m going through all stages of grief

#byler #but it explains a lot to me #actually am i having hope again? #i need to edit this later if I still think the same #stranger things #will byers #Mike Wheeler #and this wasn’t a winning season

[elixirvitae]

How much, if at all, do you think Alucard still identifies with his cultural background? Do you think he carries any parts of ancient Romanian or even Turkish culture with him into present day? Do you think he still speaks Romanian at all, even if just an expletive here and there when he's really wound up that even he doesn't catch? Does he have any mannerisms or habits tied to his culture that he's carried with him? Sorry to question dump, I'm a nerd for Alucard and you always have the best takes!

Thank you, I'm glad you like my thoughts and ideas! I'm very humbled. I love this question dump! I've been playing with this subject on and off so I had fun focusing on it for a minute!

CULTURE

Generally speaking, Romania is known commonly for two things: Dracula and Nicolae Ceaușescu. Alucard can never truly remove himself from Romanian culture even though he wants to. And boy does he have opinions about how Bram Stoker's story of his defeat and entry into slavery has turned his childhood home into a campy tourist trap. There are Dracula themed attractions, restaurants, and tours of a castle he never lived in. The one remaining home of his that is present at all is in ruins, at the top of a precariously placed set of stairs that were put there for tourists.

He doesn't like talking about this, but it feels like mockery from the land that simultaneously heralds him as a national hero. The extra irony is that some folks still practice traditional method of ensuring the dead don't come back as vampires.

As far as he's concerned, when van Helsing destroyed his only connections to the land, he no longer had a tie to it and he's never changed his mind. But sometimes he misses the mountains, and a sky that isn't polluted by light, full of more stars than any living human's naked eyes have ever seen. LANGUAGE

He doesn't really have anyone to speak to in Romanian. When he last lived in Romania, the country was going through a Re-Latinization, in an attempt to restore what they considered a more pure language. Some words from other romance languages replaced Turkish or Slavic words that he'd used his entire life. He would have to learn some new words and phrases if he ever found a need to speak to a modern Romanian, and his accent and vernacular would be very distinct. It might surprise Romanians these days. And no, he doesn't lapse into Romanian. His accent is gone and he thinks in English at this point (unless he's deliberately speaking to someone in one of the languages he knows).

MANNERISMS

When visiting someone's home, he always brings flowers, chocolate, or imported liquor. Or any combination thereof, depending on how much he cares about what they think of him. When he gives flowers, it's an odd number. Romanians only give an even number of flowers for a funeral. Something I find interesting is how Romanians traditionally address each other as Title Surname, or Title First Name if they're friends. They will not use first names unless they're invited to. "Police Girl" is kind of like a mockery of this tradition. That habit is there, combined with his aloof disregard of her name. The habit isn't consistent anymore, but I like to look at it like an unconscious thing that's still in his brain somewhere. Like most Romanians throughout his time, he appreciates his privacy and likes to be in control of the level of association and intimacy on any level. However he does not afford this level of consideration to others, as we consistently see in canon. This isn't because he's Romanian, it's because he's an arrogant bastard.

He's also typically dressed to impress. Nevermind when he feels like wearing a gimp suit.

His manner of speaking is factual and direct, and by his standard is easy to understand.

In company, he never takes his suit coat off unless the most senior person present does first. Even in private with another person, he keeps it on unless it's clear among both parties that it's not going to be the only thing coming off. If he's present at a dinner Integra has to attend, he takes quick notice of guests that don't keep their hands visible above the table. Wrists on the table edge is an old custom, not exclusive to Romania, and he still instinctively makes note of it even if he doesn't plan to do or say something about it.

#alucard hc #i hope these satisfy your curiosity! #thanks for the ask!

[rainypebble07]

Why Byler Makes Sense For Will’s Story Arc

Alright, to rephrase my last post (I know I’m talking about this a lot but I have (STRONG OPINIONS), let me explain.

We’ll start with season 3 Will Byers. He’s spent the first three episodes upset because his friends are all going off and falling in love and he just wants to live out his childhood! And he’s 13 in this season, so he definitely has at least some grasp on the feeling that he likes his best friend Mike, especially considering next season. So, with that in mind, he probably feels pretty shitty looking at Mike and El together (not mad at them, necessarily, more at himself being that it’s the 80s and Will’s usually a pretty self deprecating person). That all leads up to Episode 3 and the infamous Will and Mike rain fight. Mike hits him pretty badly with some of the stupid stuff he says during that. Will goes home and goes to Castle Byers and stares at that pictures of his friends and everything and says it’s stupid and destroys the fort (his place of comfort as a kid).

This is obviously huge. I mean, we’ve been shown throughout the show that this was Will’s safe spot and his place where he could express himself and everything in season 3 (specifically his fight with Mike) had led him to destroy it. If you haven’t seen the scene in a while, I do recommend watching it. It’s only a couple seconds, but it’s absolutely heartbreaking (And for what????).

So, considering all this, this is what Will’s story arc for season 3 looks like so far:

The main conflict here is Will’s relationship with the concept of love and also that of Mike. So, obviously, this needs to be resolved, right? As all conflicts are in stories.

The problem: it’s really not. Mike and Will never really talk about it and Will doesn’t necessarily feel better about everything by the end of the season. The Byers just moves and that’s it. So then the arc looks like, this:

And this is not a full story arc. The conflict was never resolved. Therefore, we have to extend the arc into season 4 and see if it’s resolved there.

In season 4, it starts with Will feeling like Mike’s been distancing himself ever since Will moved and his feelings for him have obviously made themselves more present. Mike gets there and is still distant and Will and him have yet another fight. This time, that fight is resolved the next day (after El is taken to jail). And that resolves something, but it definitely doesn’t resolve the full conflict that has been building up in Will’s story.

So, here’s what most of the arc would look like with both the seasons:

It’s becoming a pretty complicated arc, and the rest of season 4 just makes it worse. Mike and Will are forced to join Argyle and Jonathan traveling across the country to find El, who has been taken to wake her powers up again.

The tension throughout the season between Mike and Will is obvious and we get it all from Will’s perspective, so it’s awkward. He knows he can’t be in love with this boy and it shows. Then we get the van scene, where Will pretty much confesses his feelings under the mask of El, which doesn’t really resolve anything. And when they finally find El and we have the pizza freezer scene with Mike’s monologue, this just thickens the arc even more because Will has to hear Mike tell El his lift started when he found her and at this point, Will pretty much thinks he had absolutely no chance with Mike. so then the arc looks like this:

So, we’re almost at the end of season 4 now, and there still isn’t much sign of anything resolving???? Well, we get a little snippet right at the end of the last episode where Mike says that Will and him have to stick together, but still, none of this conflict has been resolved much. Like, are they going to leave it at “ok they’re friends again haha”??

Not to mention, most of the conflict with Will hasn’t even been discussed. Not the painting, not Castle Byers and his feelings, so stopping it there would leave everything unsolved.

Will has always been the catalyst of Stranger Things, setting all the plots in motion and his story arc is therefore obviously important. The show decided to have him deal with the conflict of being gay in the 80s and it’s been building up at least since season 3, but even before that too. And if all of that conflict with him simply end with him making up and being friends with Mike or (god forbid) getting rejected, the story wouldn’t feel complete, would it?

To put it in perspective, let’s look at the plot of romance movies where a girl is in love with a guy but he’s dating some other girl (and these are nothing like Will’s conflict, but I’m trying to make it easier to understand). If the movie focused on the girl trying her hardest to make the guy see that she was the one he belonged with and then ended with the girl failing and simply moving on with her life, it wouldn’t be a very satisfying sounding plot, would it? Because that’s not how plots work. There has to be a conflict and that conflict has to be resolved. If Stranger Things ends after Will’s arc and he simply moves on after all that, it will feel incomplete.

Not to mention, if the writers decided to have Will deal with this heavy subject and then ended it on a bad note, that wouldn’t look very good either. We don’t need tragic LGBTQ+ stories, we’re used to those. We need hopeful ones.

All in all, I think that if the Duffer brothers take Will’s story arc and resolve it well and Mike and Will end up getting together, it could be a really beautiful story. Not to mention, the entire show building up to that would be historical and I know it’s been said before, but they have a chance to do something amazing here and it would be sad to see that thrown away.

#byler #stranger things #will byers #byler evidence #byler endgame #sorry for the ramble #I tried #i don’t really analyze things much #So whatever #but I strongly believe in this #so i had to share

[born-to-lose]

Devil's Bells snippet #2

Liz & Jack meeting Phil for the first time

"Do you remember where the venue was when we drove by?" Liz asked Jack, laughing awkwardly as they climbed out of the van after finally finding a parking lot that wasn't packed already. Well, it was Paris, what did they expect?

"We gotta walk past this metro station right there of which I can't pronounce the name and then uh…" he tried to explain, but his confidence faded quickly. "I'm sure we'll find it. Eventually."

She raised an eyebrow but decided to follow the way he had just described and see where they were going. They arrived in the city early enough to have time to figure out where they needed to go before the show would start.

Walking past the metro station, they heard a young man's voice calling after them, accompanied by the sound of metal rings on the handrail of the stairs. "Salut ! J'adore vos tenues !" ("Hey! I love your outfits!")

The two stopped walking and warily turned around, spotting a tall and lanky guy with long wavy strawberry blonde hair, an earring, a half unbuttoned shirt, a black studded leather jacket, skinny jeans and sneakers scurrying upstairs. They had already seen some shady people in this city and didn't know what he wanted - at least Jack.

He wanted to open his mouth to say something along the lines of 'We don't speak French', but then Liz scraped together what she had studied at school and replied with a slight accent, "Merci ! Tu vas au concert de H.E.A.T aussi ?" ("Thanks! Are you also going to the H.E.A.T concert?")

"Oui, oui ! Vous n'êtes pas d'ici ?" ("Yeah, yeah! You're not from here?")

"Non, nous sommes… euh, je suis allemande, il est anglais. Mon français n'est pas super," she chuckled. ("No, we're… uh, I'm German, he's English. My French isn't great.")

Actually, her French was pretty good, but she was too lazy to make use of that more often than necessary if the alternative was simply switching to English, especially considering how fast French people spoke when they knew you understood their language but were a foreigner.

Jack watched in confusion as they talked without him understanding anything. He was relieved when they finally spoke English and the other guy came closer to them. "By the way, I'm Liz and this is Jack. What's your name?"

"Blaze. Phil Blaze," he answered in a low voice, taking a drag of his cigarette, before adding in a lighthearted manner, "Actually it's Philippe, but call me Phil, makes me sound less French."

"Your accent still gives it away," Jack joked and Phil shoved him in response, laughing "Buddy, that's about the best you get here."

The three of them hit it off right away. How often do you meet someone you can immediately joke around with like this? And in a foreign country at that.

As Liz and Jack didn't move and frankly looked kind of lost, he said, "I'm assuming you haven't been here before? I know the way to the venue, let's go!"

Making their way there together, they chatted enthusiastically about bands they listened to, bands who had influenced them, and concerts they had attended.

"What was the first album you bought?" Phil asked. "Mine was Van Halen's 1984, Hot for Teacher made me pick up the drums. Needless to say, it took me a while until I could play that song well enough."

Taking a pause to think, Jack replied, "Bella Donna by Stevie Nicks. I grew up on Fleetwood Mac's music and she was one of my first childhood crushes. Though I didn't actually buy it, I found it in a box with things to give away on someone's doorstep."

"Oh yes, she and Joan Jett were my bi awakening," Liz agreed before immediately adding with a contrived hair flip, "For me, Lizzy Borden's Visual Lies! I'm built differently I guess. Just kidding, I usually asked for CDs for my birthdays and Christmas so I owned a lot more before I started buying them myself."

"Can I ask you something?" After receiving a nod from her, Phil continued. "Is Liz your real name or did you take it from Lizzy Borden?"

She laughed, "You got me there! I'm not gonna give you guys my legal name though, it's not nearly as cool as my stage name, quite German."

Not too much later, they spotted a horde of glam rockers waiting outside what they were pretty certain was the venue. The doors were still closed so they had to wait a little longer, but even the way here hadn't seemed lengthy with their new friend and the last couple of minutes until they got in weren't going to be filled with silence either.

"Is this your first time seeing H.E.A.T?"

"Yeah, I love them and I've wanted to see them for a while, but bands always leave out all the other cities than Paris on their 'European tours', so now that I moved closer to Paris I finally get the chance," Phil told them excitedly before taking on a more frustrated tone. "Also to find some new musician friends because my old band just broke up three weeks ago and practicing drums isn't the same when you're just doing it for yourself. I've been playing almost non-stop in bands for about… five, six years now. Are you musicians?"

"Yeah! I mean, Jack plays bass, I sing and am a mediocre guitar player," Liz answered, mildly embarrassed, because despite all their desperate attempts, neither she nor Jack had been in a band before and Phil seemed like a professional.

"Hold up, do you guys have a band?" he asked full of hope.

"Well…" Jack started, glancing at Liz. "We would have one with you, and with a proper guitarist, so if you don't have any other plans…?"

"Fucking count me in!"

Just as they enthusiastically welcomed their new bandmate with a handshake and a pat on the back, loudly talking about how happy they were to get one step closer to forming a real band and discussing where they might find a lead guitarist, the other guests started squashing themselves through the entrance.

The group followed the crowd into the packed club where they were greeted by purple and pink lights and the further they walked into the main room, the louder the sound of glam metal blasting from the speakers and people chatting became. The walls of the corridor were covered in memorabilia like posters and signed instruments from the bands who had played here before. Many iconic ones of those Jack and Liz recognized and got annoyed they hadn't gotten the chance to see them here.

One thing was clear before the support act even started playing: wherever they would end up on their mission to find the last band member, they were absolutely coming back for concerts in the future.

#first of all i'm begging on my knees for forgiveness that it took so long and the fact that you forgot about it makes it even worse #meeting antonio snippet coming soon! #devil's bells #mel writes #yes i kinda described the local rock bar in the last paragraph what about it i don't know shit about paris venues but let me make things up

[silencedrage]

my self indulgent list of ideas/dynamics/plots i want to explore - yj edition

pretty much exactly what the title says - these are mostly basic, half-formed ideas that have rapid cycled through my brain so if anything sounds interesting, come yell at me ty. nothing here is exclusive, meaning if, in the unlikely event that more than one person is interested in the same idea, i'm more than fine to explore it with multiple muns/muses because i believe each version will be unique in their own ways. the list below is also non-exclusive and i might add things to it over time, so just because it's not here doesn't mean i'm not interested!! also ocs/canons from other media are equally welcome, we will figure something out

l.ottie:

literally anything with l.aura lee

the 2 month gap between s1 and s2 in the 96 timeline - exploring a little more how they went from doomcoming to lottie leading the wilderness cult; was there ever a conversation about it with anyone?

lottie and travis over the years - it seems like trav was the only one who semi-stayed in touch with lottie, at least enough to be able to call her when he was in crisis (note: i don't view their relationship as romantic but it is Very Important to lottie)

v.an:

someone please give me natvan childhood besties and all the complexities that come with that (i.e., issues when taivan becomes a thing and tai/nat butt heads, the shit they go through in the trailer park with their parents, was van out to nat before the crash? is that why she was so casual about ben?, more strain when van starts following lottie, why don't they keep in touch post-rescue) - idk i just need it

the push-pull between tai and lottie. idk how this would get explored, i am just obsessed with this dynamic

post-breakup situationships where she gets her "needs met"; the rise of dating apps and how that affects her self-esteem, just mess

t.ai:

post-rescue (and breakup) fuckboi tai and some messy af situationships before she settles down with simone

secret meetings with shauna in the years between the timelines bc shauna had a nokia flip phone in her safe to contact tai like they were illicit lovers having an affair

tai and nat and their many discussions (and arguments) about rehab

s.hauna:

callie and/or jeff (that's it - i just need more of them)

pre-crash stuff that shows her relationship with the others outside of jackie, and also with jackie bc i feel like there's a difference between shauna and shauna when she's with jackie and that distinction comes out swinging in the wilderness

honestly like... anyone around wiskayok? could be a canon character, could be an oc, but i imagine she's almost like an urban legend around the town. other than misty, she's the only one who's stayed local (as far as we know) but on the surface she leads such a very normal, boring life. idk i just think locals would be so weird about her lmfao

n.at:

honestly any of the van/nat or tai/nat stuff that i talked about above

the on again-off again stuff with travis, the interplay with her stints in rehab, etc.

how her addiction affects her relationships with others: did she ever end up on shauna's doorstep, or van's before they lost touch? shauna doesn't trust nat in s1 and makes a lot of quips, and feels like maybe shauna's been burned by her addiction that we don't know about?

anyone she met in rehab, anyone she met in her addict circles, people who were around natalie at her lowest - who try and tempt her back, who want to see her succeed, former sponsors, people she's sponsored, etc.

anything with lisa, pls give me the babs

s.imone:

honestly i added her on a whim because i need to explore every possible permutation of simonetaivan in all of its glorious complexity

i'm trying not to delve too much into post-s2 stuff because i want to leave that for s3 so she's pretty open atm

khalida:

any and all versions of akilah pls

something with adult tai tbh? especially in a reality where akilah is not a survivor, i just think there would be something really fucking interesting to dig into there given what we've seen of akilah and tai's relationship

any of the other adult survivors too - the complexity of resentment that they made it back when Akilah didn't, while also wanting to ask them what happened to her baby sister. wanting to blame them but also seeing the horrors reflected in their eyes and knowing she could never fully judge them for anything they had to do to survive

i think the above would be especially funny/complex/tragic with misty, who probably has all of khalida's info when she kept tabs on everyone else too. misty being someone who knows what khalida will always want to know: what really happened to akilah. and misty knowing she'll never tell the truth but enjoying the power that simply having that knowledge gives her. is that fucked up? maybe, but is it anything more fucked up than what the show has already shown? not really

#[ ch: natalie scatorccio. ] #[ ch: lottie matthews. ] #[ ch: van palmer. ] #[ ch: shauna shipman. ] #[ ch: taissa turner. ] #[ ch: simone abara. ] #[ ch: khalida. ] #my queue is empty so i have no business posting this but #general reminder that i'm always open to plotting new things #i can be slow and sporadic especially while i'm working (which is almost always) #but i'm never not thinking about this show #spinning in my head like a rotisserie chicken

[vancilocs]

joe and lyssa? for the parenting stuff

mom n dad

How many children does your OC have?

Three, aimed for two and overshot it a little

Probably one, two wouldn't be impossible but as an only child herself one is fine

Which child tends to receive the most attention? Why?

Probably Sam because of her being sporty like dad, but no special treatment, they just have the most to talk about

One kid

What personal trait would your OC prefer their child/ children to develop? (kindness, sense of humor, independence, assertiveness, etc)

Bravery and self-worth mainly, but also kindness

Kindness, being humble, curiosity of the world

What is your OC’s greatest area of weakness as a parent? Their greatest strength?

He's not very openly loving and emotional, but you can always talk to him about anything and he will keep a secret

Weakness would be her working so much and also being very ill sometimes, hard to be at home helping kid with homework when you're at the hospital bc your heart doesn't work. But she's kind, very smart, attentive and understanding, has solutions to every grievance

What  negative events from your OC’s childhood are important for your OC to shield their own child/children from? 

Feeling like they're not enough or a replacement or just not right somehow

Lyssa loves her parent and credits them for making her a doctor as well but maybe in hindsight little children shouldn't be helping with removing knives out of patients

What is your OC’s parenting style? Strict? Permissive? Absent?

After retiring he spent a long time as a stay-at-home dad so he's very much there and available, and kinda permissive. Though his kids never really asked for too much, he trusted them to be smart.

Stricter than Izkiel, but reasonable about it. Works pretty long days and sometimes just has to go and help someone out so a bit flakey

If your OC is raising children with a partner, how well do they work as a team in their parenting?

After the hiccups in the beginning they work really well together and figure out how to raise them kids, no use to ask dad if mom said no bc you knowww he will say no bc mom said so too

I imagine some hitches will happen, Izkiel is too cool for school sometimes and him and Lyssa need to figure out how to work in tandem so this thing works out

Where does your OC want their child/children to grow? (City, suburbs, countryside, van life, etc?) Why?

Suburb with schools nearby but also parks and activities (also Joe doesn't like cities either so)

No other option than city where they live at, but do make sure there's a proper school and maybe some kind of playpark nearby

How often does your OC’s child/children get to see/meet their extended family? 

Joe's side of the family visits fairly often, Mae's side a bit less but it's not a long distance from 'Straya to Japan so they will visit multiple times a year I think

Lyssa's parent is very present, Izkiel's side lives far away but Lyssa wants them to see the kid too as much as they can

What does your OC want their child/children to have that they never had?

Honestly Joe had it really well when he was little

While Lyssa doesn't miss her mom and doesn't mind being raised by a single parent, it really helps to have someone else to look after the kid too. So much easier that way

What does your OC think about feeding their child/children junk food? (Rarely, on occasion, every day etc)

Rarely/special occasions, Sam gets a big win in rugby or Lou gets good grades or Dami shares that he won 50 bucks in a video game tournament and Joe is like hell yeah and gets him chicken nuggets

Lyssa? Never. Izkiel, sometimes.

What is your OC’s pocket money/ spending allowance philosophy?

Has no issue handing out a tenner when they ask, or if it's something bigger, agree on the kid handling some extra chores and they'll get extra cash

Regular allowance, extras if they put in some work

Would your OC put a TV in their child/children’s room?

Damien would get one when he's older at least

Not likely

Does you OC believe children should take part in household chores?

Absolutely, though he handles the majority

Yes

What is your OC’s brand name buying philosophy for their child/children? 

If it needs to be good quality then get some name brands, like sports shoes. Just for fashion and flexing? Nah

Not necessary

How far apart did your OC space their children? Why?

There's 4 years between Damien and the girls, figured he was grown enough to not need as much attention

One of them

How does your OC feel about drinking alcohol or smoking in front of their child/children?

Doesn't do that other than maybe a beer or two sometimes

She doesn't do that in general

Does your OC believe in eating together as a family every night?

It's nice, but not necessary

It's fun sometimes but not realistic

Does your OC have any special traditions they would want to pass along to their child/children?

Not really?

Some valoidian ones probably, and from Izkiel's side

#lyssa works hard for the good of everyone and joe just stays home doing the cooking doing the cleaning #long oc thing

[izurokikun]

The plan was simple. Use the directions from Dustin's super smart computer nerd of a girlfriend, Suzie, find the NINA PROJECT, get there and save El. Simple! Or…maybe not…

"And welcome to Nevada my dudes!" Argyle announced, nodding his head to the sign ahead stating their arrival. Jonathan turned around to face Will and Mike who were sitting in the back of the van not focusing on anything in particular . "You guys should get some rest,okay? I'm sure we'll need it when we get there." He said. Mike and Will both responded with a slow head nod. He looked at the pair for a moment before sighing, rolling himself over to rest. "If you need a break, let me know." He'd mumbled to Argyle before falling silent. "Course dude! Y'all better listen n' get some shut eye!" Argyle laughed, beginning to hum a tune they couldn't quite place.

Will leaned against the glass pane of his window, old water streaks smudging his vision. There was a lot to think about. A lot to say, but no words that he could think of to verbally state much of anything. There was still a few smears of blood on the chair from before, though he tried not to focus on it too much. The panic has died down exceptionally since they left Suzie's house. Mike seemed he was tired and nervous, but also somewhat relived. He must be happy we're going to find El, isn't he?

Will couldn't help but smile at him picking his cuticles. Mike worries so much for those he holds dear. He would stop at nothing to make sure that his friends and family stay safe. "We're friends! Just friends..!" The thought suddenly came back from the roller rink. They've already talked it over, but those words stung more than Will had even realized. He loves El, he really does. He's glad to have a sister like her but sometimes he gets jealous on how close she and Mike had become and just how quickly. Will opened his mouth slightly to ask Mike something only to see his head leaning on the side of the van. Oh, he fell asleep… Will thought, turning back to his window.

 A sharp, high-pitched ring sounded suddenly causing Will to squeez his eyes shut on instinct. It didn't ease the pain, not really anyway. It was still somewhat better than just sitting there though. It died down but Will couldn't help but feel a sort of unease about it. "It must be because I haven't slept properly." Yawning, he leaned against his window again and tried his very best to get rest like his brother has asked. He was hoping for a simple dream to escape to, even just for a moment. An abstract recreation of Castle Byers and their D&D set-up came into view,  familiar young voices laughing about something that was going on. Will missed these care free days with his friends. He misses his friends and his old house. Much to his own suprise, he really does miss Hawkins, Indiana. 

The dream consisted of Will's happiest moments. Birthday parties, sleepovers, pulling all-nighters to vanquish evil from the small towns of goblins and merchants. Everything moved so fast that Will wanted to stop in the moment and enjoy it again, just one more time. "Happy birthday dear William! Happy birthday to you!!" He wasn't reliving it himself at first, but rather watching a replay of his life in a third-person perspective. Joyce stood across from him filming , Mike, Lucas, Dustin, himself and Jonathan laughing and clapping and smiling. The lights began to flicker ever so slightly, causing Will to shift uncomfortably. 

A distorted sound flashes memories he'd rather forget. Wandering alone in the Upside Down, the mind flayer forcing itself into him in the medows despite his constant shrieking of fear and disapproval. He's become the one to experience it on his own as that cold familiar shiver strikes his skin unforgivably. The faint tune of Happy birthday to You still hummed eeriely as Will made his way back into his childhood home. It was dark and covered in various vines and a goo of some sort. Particles of dust or...maybe pollen floated heavily in the thick air. He didn't want to keep going but something was drawing him in, like he couldn't stop even if he tried. It wouldn't let him.

#fanfic #stranger things season 4 #season 4 spoilers #stranger things #will byers #mike wheeler #argyle #jonathan byers #theories #byler maybe

[lonelyfanboy48]

Steven Universe Of The Creek Chapter 10 Sparks Of The Shield

Steven arrived in the living room with the whole Williams family together. He noticed Craig and Bryson sitting together, while the stump kid tried to participate in the reunion, but he wasn’t helping himself.

“Okay so how about we go outside and check out my garden from the backyard?” Earl offered.

“Earl, we did that in our last reunion, where we watered them.” Duane replied.

“You know they need water to live.”

“About that, I’ve actually taken care of the gardening this morning.” Jojo chimed in. “I knew he wanted to do it again, so I’ve made the changes.”

“We always celebrate here, what’s the difference?”

“Switching jobs?” Darnell said.

This caused Steven to take action. “Have you all ever thought of the idea of doing something new every once in a while?”

“Technically, we do.” Kimberly walked up to Steven. “We did The Jessica And Small Uncle Show when we learned she acted it out in front of her brother for the first time.”

Everyone turned their attention to Craig and so did Steven. “You watch your sister’s show?”

“Yes but, let’s just say I’m not a fan of it.” Craig spoked quietly.

Steven then thought of an idea to do something similar to Jessica's idea for an activity. “My parents always did that type of activity with me when I was the same height as Craig’s.”

“You mean age, not height?” Nicole asked.

“Yes, every time at home, I always go on adventures with my parents to fight off creatures from distant places.”

The Williams family became confused at first. “What show did you watch exactly?” Bernard wondered.

“It wasn’t a show, it was all imagination. Really, they’re so many imaginative landscapes and people of two species. Humans…and Gems.”

“You make friends out of jewelry?” Darnell asked.

“Seems like a glorified world in your childhood.” Jasmine added.

Craig took notice of Steven’s handling of this. He knew Steven’s personal life more when the truth came out about his three mothers and the gems who are his friends. If only he wished it would’ve turned out better yesterday, there would’ve been something to make up for his deeds.

“If you don’t believe me, here’s what my parents made for me.” Steven heads out the door and heads straight to his van. He opened the door from the other side but he uses his powers to activate his shield. He shuts the door as he heads back to the house, entering the front door, taking everyone by surprise again.

“Is that a shield?” Jessica walked up to Steven. “It’s beautiful!”

“Yeah, that’s a really great looking shield.” Nicole commented.

“Looks like time really revolutionized shields.” Earl added.

The family walked up to Steven, amazed at the design of his shield. However the only ones who stayed in place are Craig and Bryson, who’s in complete shock.

“Is this what you’re talking about?” Bryson leaned in to his cousin.

“Yes, but the less said about that, the better.” Craig whispered back.

“I have to admit Steven, your parents must’ve paid a fortune to make this.” Jasmine felt his shield. “Most shields don’t have these accessories.”

“You'll be surprised, these would be difficult to make with my parents.” Steven smiled. He then took full advantage of his plan as he took everyone out in the backyard to showcase his shield. Craig and Bryson sat together, sitting behind the back door like last time.

With their families watching in full view, Jasmine throws some beanbags at Steven while he blocks them with his shield. With Jasmine changing her targets, Steven single handedly got into every spot to use his shield. Everytime a beanbag hits his shield, small sparkles appear upon slight impacts.

“Am I seeing things or did I just see sparks from his shield?” Jojo locked closely.

Bernard looked closer in his glasses. “It looks like it.”

After the final beanbag impacted, Steven turned to the William’s family. “Still strong without scratches.” He showed his shield.

“Well it’s beanbags, not missiles.” Duane added.

“Also, why were their sparkles on your shield?” Earl pointed.

“Well that’s a good question.” Steven awkwardly grinned. “But we would be here all day questioning logic right?”

The William's family blinked, while also giving awkward looks. Craig and Bryson on the other hand are catching on to what's going on. “Our families don’t understand cartoons unlike us, don’t they?” Bryson whispered.

“Not really, but if cartoons are really real, the creek would’ve been different.” Craig said.

“Steven, are you sure you're telling the truth?” Nicole asked.

“Mom, those sparkles are beautiful!” Jessica jumped in joy.

“If I wasn’t telling the truth, little girls like Jessica wouldn’t want an essay of how shields work.” Steven smiled.

“Just like what I felt when I did social studies essays.” Kimberly replied.

Nicole looked down at Jessica while looking back at Steven’s shield. “Seems like a wireless feature.”

“There’s no buttons on his shield.” Bernard taking notice.

“Jessica, come on up, you can play me.” Steven called as Jessica walked up. He then notices Craig and Bryson and points at them. “Craig, Bryson, come on up there.”

Craig and Bryson took notice from Steven’s voice. Craig may not have his staff, but it doesn’t change the fact he’s too depressed.

“Bryson might play, but his cousin isn’t in the mood.” Darnell added.

“I’m not gonna be here after today, it wouldn’t be as fun without him.” Steven walked past the family while leaning down to Craig. “Craig, we can at least play together, you do that right?”

“Don’t you think you're kind of pushing it?” Craig asked. “I’m not big enough to use your shield.”

As Steven turned his attention to Bryson, he agreed with Craig. “So do I.”

“You'll be surprised, just work with me.” He stood up while turning back to the family. “Can I go inside for a minute?”

“Sure.” Jojo smiled.

Steven heads inside while quickly heading to the living room. He uses his powers as his shield glows, shortening it down to the size for kids to carry. He then headed back outside from the back, surprising everyone.

“I’ve made the shield much smaller so Craig and Bryson can use it.”

“Don’t forget about me!” Jessica called.

“Okay, I’ll give it a try.” Bryson standed up while he pulled his cousin up. “At least make the best out of it.”

“I’ll see what I can do.” Craig signed while Steven followed behind. Upon heading back to the backyard, Steven handed his shield to Jessica as he headed to the other side. Upon receiving beanbags from Jasmine with Craig and Bryson by his side, he lightly throws them to Jessica as she blocks them with the shield.

“I can see the beanbags through the shield.” Jessica cheered. “It’s so stylized!”

“Just keep your attention on me more than the shield.” Steven called.

As Steven continued, Bernard took notice of the shield for every beanbag it impacted on it. The sparks felt real and had no toy effects on the shield itself. Upon two days knowing Steven personally, he may learn what Craig felt last night.

After throwing the last beanbag, Jessica gave the shield to Bryson with his turn being next. Bryson lifted the shield up as Steven threw the beanbags. Bryson moved while Steven changed his targets, reaching to every spot that impacted on the shield.

“This shield’s definitely one of a kind.” Bryson commented. “Did it ever get any scratches?”

“Nope.” Steven threw another beanbag. “Even during my childhood.”

Craig rolled his eyes, unsatisfied. The final beanbag hit the shield as Bryson walked up to his cousin. Steven looked at the way Craig held onto his shield, he didn’t forget the way he touched it last night. He felt even less impressed knowing how all of this isn’t fake.

“Craig.” Bernard placed his hand on his hip. “Go back over there and please…use his shield.”

“Don’t you mean play with his shield?” Nicole wondered.

“Yeah.” Bernard shook his head.

As Craig went into position, he lifted his shield up while sighing again. Just when Steven’s about to throw his beanbag, he then comes up with an idea to cheer Craig up. “Bryson, why don’t you throw the beanbags.” He handed them to Bryson. “I’m gonna help out Craig.”

“Okay.” Bryson replied while carrying the beanbags. Steven went behind Craig as he leaned down, whispering in his ear.

“I know you're down, but even when I’m leaving, I’m not leaving you empty-hearted.”

“What do you mean?” Craig whispered back.

As Steven looked at Craig’s family, he pointed up at the sky. “Look, a phoenix!” The family turned around up in the sky as he grabbed Craig from his shoulder. He licked his finger while inserting it in Craig’s ear plug.

“Ah! Steven!?” Just when Craig was about to react in frustration, he felt sparkles in his body. But then Bernard took notice as he saw his brother shaking. He witnessed the sparks, similar to how the shield reacted, as if what Craig behaved yesterday wasn’t part of any imagination.

“I don’t see any phoenix?” Kimberly replied.

“Oh my bad, it must have been a red bird flying past.”

Craig’s eyesight became magical while his body felt no emotion. As he looked at Bryson, he then smiled while lifting the shield up. “Give me everything you got!” He cheered.

“Alright then.” Bryson smiled as he threw the first beanbag. Craig holds onto the shield real tight, he uses it to bash the beanbag, causing Bryson to dodge in the nick of time.

“Wow, that beanbag really bounced back.” Craig took notice.

“Make sure you don’t hit hard.” Steven replied.

Bryson threw more bean bags at his cousin in different directions as Craig moved and hit the beanbags repeatedly. Soon he did cartwheels upon landing in spots to hit more beanbags. The family were speechless from the way Craig did gymnastics but Bernard knew he wasn’t capable of doing that. After one more beanbag being thrown, Craig hit it one last time as Bryson grabbed it, satisfied with his cousin’s happiness.

“That was awesome!” Craig smiled. “My body had never felt so alive.”

Steven then lifted Craig up from the ground while placing him on his shoulders. “Craig is definitely the shield apprentice alright.” He turned to the family as they applauded.

“I don’t know how it’s possible for beanbags to be launched back but I’m not complaining.” Duane commented.

“And it’s wonderful that Craig is back in a good mood for our family reunion.” Nicole smiled.

With Steven and Craig smiling at each other, Bernard on the other hand, didn’t clap, in fact he can tell something isn’t right with Craig at all. After the past two days he spent with him, his curiosity started to get the better of him, just like his brother.

#steven universe #craig of the creek #craig williams #fanfiction #CrossOver #Cartoon network #Cartoon Crossover #fanfic