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inevitably-johnlocked · 11 days ago

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Reunion / Post-TRF Pt. 4

meetinginsamarra said: I'm very curious about "Reunion Part 4" 🙂

As I mentioned on this post, I needed a list for this weekend, and this was the only response I got, so I hope you guys enjoy this list! <3 As usual, if you have a fic to add, please do!!

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Tea by Art and Soul (K, 693 w., 1 Ch. || Angst & Friendship, Reunion) – John’s habit of making tea for two has little use, considering his flat-mate has been dead for three years. But he keeps on making that second cup, hoping he’d wake up and it’d be gone. But it never was… (FFNet)

Black Cars by johnsarmylady (T, 1,186 w., 5 Ch. || Friendship, Hurt/Comfort, Post-TRF) – John is getting on with his life...if only he didn't see black cars everywhere! A short Post Reichenbach tale in 221B style in 5 parts. (FFNet)

Hallucinations can't open doors by Bespectacled dreamer (K+, 1,330 w., 1 Ch. || Reunion, Hurt / Comfort, Friendship, Hallucinations, John’s Wedding, Light Humour) – In which John gets married and Sherlock gets a broken nose. (FFNet)

Here to Stay by MockJayPhoenix12 (K, 1,574 w., 1 Ch. || Post Reunion, Friendship, Hurt/Comfort, Headache, Bed Sharing, Care Taker Sherlock, Hand Holding, Fluff) – On Sherlock's first day home, John wakes with a migraine. (FFNet)

Given In Evidence by verityburns (M, 5,034 w., 19 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Post-TRF, Angst, Drama, Case Fic, Romance, BAMF!John, Submissive Sherlock, First Kiss, Humour) – Coming back from the dead can be a complicated business. With a new case on the horizon, rebuilding a life is one thing... rebuilding a friendship quite another. For Sherlock and John, things may never be just the same...

This Year by DiscordantWords (T, 6,283 w., 2 Ch. || TEH Divergence / No Mary, New Year’s Eve, John’s A Mess, Jealous John, Awkward Conversations, Trapped in a Closet, Estranged After Return, John POV, Semi-Reunion, Angry John, First Kiss, Reconciliation, Clueless Sherlock, Happy Ending) – Last year, Sherlock Holmes showed up at the Landmark with a fake moustache and a bad French accent and threw John's entire life into disarray with two words: "Not dead." This year, there are more surprises in store.

The Skin Over My Heart by standbygo (E, 8,849 w., 1 Ch. || Post-Hiatus, Fake Relationship, Case Fic, Dog Tags, Military, Homophobia, Gay Bashing, POV First Person Sherlock, Friends to Lovers, First Kiss / Time, Declarations of Love, Undercover, Haircuts, Flashbacks, Touching, Pining Sherlock, Hospitalization, Metaphors, Introspection, Hand Jobs, On the Couch, John’s Past, Angst with Happy Ending) – Sherlock and John are still trying to adjust to Sherlock's return from his hiatus when John's friend Bill Murray brings them a case. Someone is targeting the LGBTQA+ members of Bill's unit. John and Sherlock go undercover at the unit, but when they end up having to flirt to flush out the suspect, Sherlock realizes he's in over his head.

There's So Much Labour Just in Breathing Lately by Susan (E, 12,708 w., 1 Ch. || Post-TRF / Mentions of S3 Events, Romance, Angst, Grief/Mourning, Grieving John, Mutual Pining, Meddling Mycroft, Therapy, Ambiguous Hopeful Ending, Infidelity) – The dreams he hated most – the ones that left him a sweating, shaking mess when he woke – were the ones in which Sherlock was just Sherlock. Laughing or drinking tea. Sitting across the table from him at Angelo’s eating pasta. Trailing his open hand behind him on the way to the bedroom. “C’mon, John. I’m about to have my way with you.”

Sunday Evening 6 p.m. by Silvergirl (E, 30,712 w., 6 Ch. || Post-TRF / TEH Divergence, Grief / Mourning / Stages of Grief, Mutual Pining, Dreams, Reunion, Love Confessions, First Kiss / Time, Alternating First Person POV, Smart John, BAMF Boys, Emotional Love Making, Song Fic, Referenced Suicide, First Kiss / Time, Touching, Sleepy Sherlock, Blow Job, Villain Mary) – Six months after Sherlock jumped, he learns that John is dedicating songs to him on a requests-only radio programme. Is John just working through grief? Or is he—communicating? Fixes the hell out of S3 by pre-empting it altogether. Remember, as TAB told us, John is Pretty Damn Smart.

Inscrutable to the Last by DiscordantWords (M, 48,842 w., 6 Ch. || Post-TRF, Alternate S3, John’s Blog/S3 is a Story By John, Divorce, Marital Difficulties, John is a Mess, Emotional Reunion, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Grief / Mourning, Pining John, First Kiss, Adorably Clueless Sherlock, Nostalgia, Love Confessions, Eventual Happy Ending) – He wasn't Sherlock, he couldn't work miracles. All he'd ever been able to do was write about them.

The Hollow Woman by ScopesMonkey (M, 51,335 w., 22 Ch. || Post-TRF, Major Character Death, Mystery, Romance, Friendship, Family, Angst, Crime, Reunion, First Kiss / Time, Nightmares, Doctor John, Jealous Sherlock, Jealous John, BAMF John, Angry John, Dub-Con, Rough Sex, Bottomlock, Possessive John, Villain Mary, Open Ending) – Forced to return to London sooner than expected, Sherlock falls into a case too close to home. Part 1 of the Hollowverse series

Spare Parts by Raina_at (E, 63,497 w., 10 Ch. || 24th Century / Futurism AU || Post TRF, Pre-TRF Relationship, Case Fic, Mutual Pining, Estrangement, Reconciliation, Science Fiction, Reunion, Nightmares, Angry John, Cybernetic John, Emotional Discussions / Heart to Heart, POV John, Scars, Past Drug Use, Forehead Touching, Emotional Lovemaking, Kissing, Apologies, Kidnapping, Rescue Mission, BAMF John, Bed Sharing, Top Sherlock) – Two years ago, Sherlock Holmes jumped off the roof of New London Hospital. Two months ago, he walked into John's clinic as if no time had passed at all. John hasn't seen him since. But then Sherlock knocks on John's door with a case he can't say no to, and while figuring out why the biggest manufacturer or synthetic limbs in the System is going after veterans, they also need to find out whether there's a way to fix what's broken between them. Part 1 of Realigning Gravity

Against the Rest of the World by SilentAuror (E, 151,714 w., 20 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Post-TRF, Hiatus Fic, POV First Person Sherlock, Present Tense, First Kiss/Time, Big Brother Mycroft, Escaping from Capture, Soft Sherlock, Toplock, Insecurity, Infidelity, Travelling, Introspection, Pining Sherlock, Depression, Fantasies, Yearning for the Past, PTSD Sherlock, Suicidal Ideation) – Sherlock has been away from London for nine hundred and twelve days and counting, and has no idea what sort of reception to expect when he finally returns.

MARKED FOR LATER

Out of the Shadow of Missed Chances by MargueriteSomebodyoranother (T, 1,132 w., 1 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Post TRF, Reunion, Idiots in Love, Mutual Pining) – He’d had eighteen months - it seemed like a goddamned eternity at the time - and he never uttered a word.

Sound of Silence by SailorChibi (G, 1,554 w., 1 Ch. || Post-TRF, Emotional Trauma, Implied Past Torture, Mutism, Reunion, Protective John, BAMF John) – Sherlock returns from the dead but nothing is like it was. He doesn't speak and John doesn't understand, not until an encounter with the Yard explains the depths of Sherlock's trauma.

English as a Foreign Language by standbygo (G, 1,739 w., 2 Ch. || Post-TRF, PTSD Sherlock, Reunion) – Sherlock is not quite right after Mycroft pulls him out of Serbia.

Dear Sherlock by by Tara Laurel (T, 7,729 w., 3 Ch. || Post-TRF, Reunion, Friendship, Hurt/Comfort, Christmas) – "John was happy. Too happy. Of course Sherlock preferred to see his friend in good spirits, especially after the cloud of depression that had hung over him the past weeks, but this was simply maddening." John's got a serious case of Christmas spirit, but is there something serious hidden behind it - something that surprises & saddens a self-proclaimed sociopath? (FFNet)

Nothing to Celebrate by DiscordantWords (M, 30,066 w., 23 Ch. || Post TRF / S3 Rewrite, Not Nice Mary, Secrets, Lies, Pining, Angst with Happy Ending) – Sherlock Holmes is back from the dead. Things only get worse from there.

Ride On by Silvergirl (M, 34,342 w., 9 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || TEH Divergence, Reunion, First Kiss / Time, Mutual Pining, Alternating POV, Sherlock’s Violin, Music, Original Characters, Happy Ending) – After the disastrous reveal at the Landmark, John tells Sherlock there can be no excuse for what he’s done, and no forgiveness. Sherlock leaves London and starts a new life, and not even the British Government knows where. It’s up to John to track him down and make things right, with a trip around the world and a clue only John would recognize.

Full Mount by ArwaMachine (E, 54,887 w., 10 Ch. || Post-TRF, Fighting, John Whump, Hurt/Comfort, Bed Sharing, Mixed Martial Arts, Angry John, Sherlock and No Boundaries, Masturbation, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Fighting, Toplock, Reunion) – After Sherlock unceremoniously returns from the dead, John finds himself inexplicably angry all the time. So he does what any emotionally-constipated British man does: he joins a Mixed Martial Arts gym. As John throws himself into the sport and joins in on underground no-holds-barred brawls, situations arise that just might force John to face what is really going on underneath all the rage.

Over/Under Series by khorazir (M, 319,561 w. across 5 works || Cabin Pressure Crossover || Post-S2 / Reichenbach, ReunionFriendship, Angst, Humour, Pining, Cycling, Mountains, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Dev. Rel., Case Fic, First Kiss, Pining, Family Issues, Inexperienced Sherlock) – After his Fall, Sherlock travels the world to destroy what remains of James Moriarty's criminal empire. When things don't go according to plan and he finds himself in desperate need of a discreet means of travel, cue MJN Air ...

#johnlock fic recs #my fic recs #reunion fics #post trf fics #teh fics

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murfpersonalblog · 2 months ago

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IWTV S2 Musings - Tentative Timeline (Pt1: 1940 - 1948)

I've been struggling with this for a while, cuz this ish just don't make sense, AMC. (I fully expect S3 to gotcha/retcon/fix stuff, esp. since who knows what Armand's tinkered around with in Louis' head.) I split this timeline in 2 parts: Pt1 has everything from 2x1 - 2x6ish; and then ofc Pt2 will cover as much as I can understand from the Trial's shenanigans.

(I'm just one person tryna figure out wtf is going on, so if y'all have any insights, please share!)

1940 - 1945

Claudia & Louis cross Eastern Europe (2x1)

pre-February 6, 1940: Mardi Gras, NOLA.

1x7 diary entry (x x): "Dear Diary, I've been planning the trip out in my head. When we get to Europe, we aren't going to look at any of the touristy sights. We are instead going straight to the Black Sea and then on to the Carpathian Mountains. Those are the places I've been reading about in the books I've brought with me. We had to learn so much…." (Carpathian countries inc. Austria, Czech Republic, Hungary, Poland, Romania, Serbia, Slovak Republic, and Ukraine.)

Roget (2x2): "We have not heard from Monsieur de Lioncourt since February 1940, when we processed several wires for him, for a party he was throwing."

September 8, 1941: 1x4 diary entry, Ploiesti, Romania: "The POWs are malnourished, nothing but bone and sinew. Their blood is bitter. It almost makes you feel sick to drink it. Catch 'em as they trudge from their work in the oil fields every night. They don't have much strength to fight..." (Ploiesti bombed for its oil from 1941-1944.)

1944: Madeleine's head is shaved during Paris' épuration légale along with the other Nazi collaborators. (An IRL photo from June 21, 1944.) France's Nazi occupied Vichy regime: July 10, 1940 - August 9, 1944. [see De Gaulle below]

Pre-1945: Cross from Ukraine into Nazi Romania (again). Claudia is speaking German to the Nazi at the checkpoint, who says "Black Ukranian? Waffen-SS, Checkpoint 30317."

DREAMSTAT: "Four years of grim wayfaring, and still no sight of the benevolent vampire."

April 30, 1945: "In Germany, Herr Hitler had popped a pill in his bunker, and Europe celebrated."

1944 / 1945: "But in Romania, the champagne fizzled and went flat. Soviets replaced Nazis.... War became occupation." (Soviet occupation of Romania lasted from 1944 - 1958.) Stopped by the racist Soviets in Emilia's town.

Post-April 30, 1945: 2x1 radio announcement: "The triumph over Hitler's evil can be felt throughout France, and in no more fantastic an example than the priceless works of art being bundled up in the countryside, lifted on to trucks and returned to their rightful place in Paris. And we of the BBC World Service, speaking for the rest of the western world, send a most grateful thank you to our allies in France with one of your very own. ['Y'a Pas D'Printemps' by Edith Piaf plays]."

1944 / 1945: "There is No Spring” by Edith Piaf is recorded July 4, 1944.

Late June, 1945: Louis & Claudia leave Romania (after Emilia & Daciana died); near the 1-year anniversary of There is No Spring; right before Venus de Milo was about to head to Paris along with the rest of the "priceless works of art being bundled up."

July 2, 1945: Venus de Milo officially returns to the Louvre. Louis & Claudia arrived in Paris with it. (August 1945: Louvre reopened.) "Claudia was entirely broken. She had left a part of herself in Romania. I knew I had to steer her far away from it. I chose the city that called to us on the radio. To the mother of New Orleans.... The war had turned off the lights, stripped its streets of their beauty, sent its avant-garde into exile. But now, the whole world was ready to return, to remake their lives. Pilgrims on their hopeful way."

1945

Claudia & Louis in Post-War Paris (2x2)

1944 - 1946: Charles De Gaulle chairs the Provisional Government of the French Republic June 3, 1944 - January 26, 1946. "De Gaulle's Paris had me etherized. If Claudia and I were looking over our shoulder at all, it was in astonishment our skin did not attract the same attention it did in America."

May 8, 1945: France's Sétif and Guelma Massacre of Algierian citizens (Franco-Algerian relations evaporated). DANIEL: "Right, because there wasn't any racism in mid-20th century France. I think your Algerian inferiors of the time might disagree." LOUIS: "But I wasn't an Algerian. I was an American, and if there was an assumption that I'd arrived to blow a trumpet or sing for my supper, it did not register as a slight in those days. I was just grateful knowing no one wanted to lynch me, or direct me to the far end of the café counter!"

1944 - 1949: Black markets & rationing chokehold over Paris.

LOUIS: "We hid ourselves away in an inconspicuous apartment in Le Neuvieme, passing ourselves off as moneyed Americans, over-spending for black market baguettes. It was the perfect cover."

ARMAND: "The estate of the family De LaCroix. Whilst their countrymen clutch ration cards, they've made quite a killing manipulating the black markets."

1945 - 1950: Paris' economy impoverished. "No salt, no butter. Can't have milk unless you got a newborn. And read here, 'Hospitals running low on Plaster-of-Paris for a record number of broken bones due to decalcification and undernourishment.' You want francs in pockets? These people are broke! I saw a woman tonight in a patchy five-year-old dress putting on a brand new lipstick.... Paris is on her way back. Give her a little time, is all."

LOUIS: "Five months of anxiety-producing choices, and not one 'bonjour,' or 'prépare-toi à mourir'?!"

ARMAND: "Five months removed from their velvet-heeled arrival, the Americans were finally coming to Pigalle."

SANTIAGO: "Five months of nights. Five insolent months of nights, waiting for you to humble us with your appearance. I ask you, Maitre, was it worth the wait?"

November 1945: Armand confronts Louis; invites Louis & Claudia to the Theatre des Vampires. (June to November is 5 months.) (ARMAND: "I had lost patience. I was convinced we were being toyed with and I could hold back the coven only so long. I knew the park well myself, knew what went on in the rambles there, so I was not surprised to find him without the girl. I would confront the elder, and make him aware of the ways rogue vampires were dealt with in Paris.")

LOUIS: Armand knows all about Lestat. CLAUDIA: How long's he known?! LOUIS: The whole time. Read our minds, first night at the theater.

November 14, 1945: 1x4 diary entry: "We've arrived in Paris, what a relief! My whole dead self feels revitalized head to toe. We might be outsiders to both human and Parisian life, but I do appreciate both now with such fervor! Granted, I've never hated my body [more]...." This also matches with Claudia meeting Madeleine and wanting clothes tailored to her size. And also with Louis remarking that it was only at the Theatre that "Claudia absolutely loved them. And it was the first time in Paris I had seen a smile or a laugh come out of her that wasn't for my benefit." By mid-November, Claudia's unhappy mood had vastly improved.

mid-December 1945: The coven hunt at Chateau de la Croix. "Claudia had attended a month of performances and the coven felt she had proven herself sincere." (Mid-December means this was likely a Christmas party the coven crashed! 😂🤣) Armand warns Louis to stop visiting Roget, and stop lying to the coven about Lestat/"Bruce."

1946

Claudia's coven initiation period; Loumand's courtship

Spring 1946:

Estelle sneezes during No Pain: "It's hay season!" This makes no effing sense for vampires to have allergies, but whatever, it was funny.

Louis keeps cruising gay parks. "There was a park I'd heard about. I would go to this park often. I was an armored thing that spring, someone steady on his feet, but… With a history of chasing the wrong kind of love." It is impossible for Louis to mean Spring of 1945, cuz that's when Hitler died, and that's before Venus de Milo arrived in Paris. This also makes no sense, if we accept that Armand met Louis in Nov. 1945, five months after their arrival.

Loumand starts courting. (LOUIS: "I walk a new part of the city every night. I try to get lost. Somehow I always end up back by the river [Seine]." ARMAND: "I started spending less time at the theater and more nights strolling the boulevards with Louis.")

Claudia is initiated in the coven; she doesn't sleep in the apartment anymore. (2x4, "What the f**k's gone on without me here?!")

Spring - Summer 1946: Baby LouLou starts performing [See Sept. '47 below.]

1946: Jean-Paul Sartre: "Evil is the product of the ability of humans to make abstract what is concrete," (2x3). A wildly popular quote, which no one ever cites. I can only assume it's an English translation of something Sartre originally said in French. All I could find that came remotely close is his Oct 1945 - Dec 1946 speech(es) L'existentialisme est un humanisme: "If values are uncertain, if they are still too abstract to determine the particular, concrete case under consideration, nothing remains but to trust in our instincts." IDFK, I'm not into all that confusing philosophical blahblah.

1946 - 1949: Loumand's sexcapades, Louis' photography. (RASHID: "The Paris Albums, 1946-1949." LOUIS: "Those were our young friends. Humans. Guys." ARMAND: "Some are very old now, most are dead. And some we simply drained for sport. Well… generally me! Louis has his ways.")

1947

Spring - Summer 1947: Louis starts art dealing.

LOUIS: I bought a Fougeron from you early in the year. I was a little short of asking, so I threw in that watch I was wearing. ALOIS: Ah, yes, yes, a good watch. Where did you hang the Fougeron? LOUIS: Over my bed all spring. Then I sold it to Germain Seligman in summer.

Fall 1947: Claudia's sick & tired of Baby LouLou

LOUIS: "By the 500th performance, Claudia was beyond bored."

ARMAND: "So explain to the company why the 500th performance of 'My Baby Loves Windows' felt more like a slog than a celebration?"

500 nights = 16 months, or 1.3 years, assuming Claudia did 1 performance every single night. In 2x4 Armand said: "Fifteen minutes a night to pretend."

CELESTE: Maitre might not have noticed as he has been nomadically attending the Theatre Des Vampires. SANTIAGO: And the infection spread what, year and a half ago? CELESTE: When a certain vampire was granted dispensation from coven membership.

September 1947: Boris Vian/Vernon Sullivan's Les morts ont tous la meme peau published. If we take Louis reading Vian's book the month it came out, in September, and 16 months of Baby LouLou performances, Claudia would've had to have started performing around June/Summer of 1946, give/take a few months, depending on when Louis got the book, and how regularly Claudia performed.

Fall 1947: Louis discusses R-26, where he's been visiting in 2x4.

ALOIS: So, you've been showing your work at the Perriers' salon? LOUIS: Always something interesting happening there. ALOIS: Maybe before the war more than now. But then I'm rarely out of my gallery.

Late 1947 - Early 1948

(There's A LOT that happens from 2x4 - 2x6 that I'm really unsure of. The ONLY diehard dates I have are for Louis' Wols painting, and Sam's Godot play. So I have to assume everything below happens within that timeframe.)

Celeste, Estelle & Santiago investigate Lestat at Roget's.

Armand lies about the Maitre coup: "In retrospect, the buffoon was in the audience, oblivious to the conspiracy uniting around him."

Madeleine almost gang-raped; Claudia reveals her vampirism

Claudia's final diary entry "Diaries are friends of last resort. I have found one not made of paper and glue. F**k these vampires."

Louis buys the Wols / Let's Go Sunning plays on the radio(?)

Louis meets Madeleine; Armand meets Madeleine

Sam's Godot play

Late 1947 - Early 1948: Santiago's Maitre coup starts; steals Claudia's diaries. Louis dumps DreamStat; Loumand's Arun/Maitre roleplay starts. (Because of the rain & lack of snow, I wonder if this is Fall 1987 / Spring 1948?)

Late 1947 - Early 1948: Sam starts writing several scripts:

Whatever play Santiago was rehearsing for, in 2x6's title "Like the light by which God made the world, before He made light." Meanwhile, the coven is passing around Claudia's diaries.

Waiting for Godot

The Trial script(?)

Late 1947 - Early 1948: Celeste, Estelle & Santiago investigate Lestat at Roget's.

Late 1947 - Early 1948: Louis buys a Wols (Alfred Otto Wolfgang Schulze), It's All Over The City (1947).

(Question: Is Jack Shaindlin's Let's Go Sunning (which plays as Santiago eavesdrops on Loumand banging) anachronistic, or does AMC know something I don't--more than likely--cuz Google keeps telling me it was first used in 1954 in the film Garden of Eden?)

Late 1947 - Early 1948: Louis meets Madeleine; Armand meets Madeleine (the same night, since they're all in the same clothes).

1948

HUGE timeskip. The ONLY definite timeframe I have is Godot.

October 9 1948 - January 29 1949: Waiting for Godot, by The Vampire Samuel Barclay / IRL Samuel Barclay Beckett.

Right after this scene, they cut to Dubai!Louis describing IRL events from 1949. So I'm cutting this post off here, to put all of that in context wrt the Trial, that also happened in 1949.

#interview with the vampire #louis de pointe du lac #loumand #the vampire armand #iwtv tvc metas #justice for claudia #read a dang history book #europe #i hate math #louis de pointe du black

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lordystrange · 2 years ago

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10 best byler proofs by me

10. The cast, especially David (who knows the ending) and Finn (who might know something), are always so happy talking about Byler. They wouldn’t be if Will ended up dying alone as a sad gay. Also no one likes milkvan except maybe Millie unless she’s acting… Caleb even said ”Lucas and Max’s love is real unlike Milkvan’s”.

9. Mike has been queercoded throughout the whole series. Especially with queer colors, he spent s4 dressed as a gay pride flag. Also bi and pan colors are associated with him. Also Ted’s ”our son with a girl?” and everything Eddie said about forced conformity etc

8. Byler parallelling other romantic ships like Jancy, Jopper and Lumax. I’m not listing examples because there are SO MANY! (Also Milkvan parallelling all the platonic/dead ships)

7. Mileven being bones. We have nothing that shows their actual, deep love they’re ”supposed to have”. We don’t know what Mike loves about El and what El loves about Mike. We don’t know what makes them a compatible match romantically. We only know things that don’t make them compatible: El feeling the need to lie to Mike, Mike feeling embarrassed of his nerdy self with El, El feeling unloved by Mike, Mike feeling inferior to El…

6. The desert scenes. The triple take ofc, but also the car roof top convo with Will (jancy parallell). Will is talking about how it’s scary to say how you really feel because what if they don’t like the truth. And Mike NODS. If the truth was that he loved El exactly like El wanted, El would like that truth. So what is the truth Mike is worried that El doesn’t like…?

5. Mike’s monologue. He had to be pushed by Will to open his mouth. He lied about him loving her at first sight. He copied the t-shirt part from Eddie. He kept saying she’s his superhero which El doesn’t wanna be. He didn’t include anything personal about El and their relationship after the t-shirt thing… Also El didn’t seem to like what she heard and their love didn’t save the world. And they didn’t even talk after it. And while filming it they didn’t focus on just the couple (like they did with byler in s2 shed scene) and they let Finn improvise as if it wasn’t that important (as important as the van scene…)

4. Mike would be so poorly written if he wasn’t into Will and I don’t think the Duffers would just ignore his character. Also all the lip glances and heart eyes wouldn’t make sense.

3. Byler/Milkvan contrast. When Will was gone and they found his ”body”, Mike heard Will breathing in a radio channel and believed he was alive. He didn’t rest for a second, he did everything he could to find him. When he thought El was dead, he didn’t go looking for her, even tho a couple times he actually saw her. Also in s3 when Milkvan had a fight, Max said Mike will be crawling back to her begging for forgiveness in no time. Instead Mike laid on a sofa and ate and complained. When Byler had a fight… well we all know what Mike did then.

2. Mike and Will’s relationship has always been different from other friendships. They’ve said it themselves (”pls don’t tell the others, they wouldn’t understand”, ”Hawkins is not the same without you”, ”you make her me feel better for being different”). Also their scenes together have always been a big deal (van scene took an entire day to film, crazy together was written before s1 was even filmed) and they are shot in a really romantic way (music, lighting…)

1. In the beginning of s3, Will said to Joyce that he’s not gonna fall in love. That made his arc about romance. We know now that he already fell in love, but he doesn’t believe it’s requited. If s5 goes from ”i don’t think he loves me back” to ”he doesn’t love me back” we get literally nowhere and the entire storyline (since s1) would be useless and waste of time and money. They wouldn’t make Will suffer 4 seasons and then suffer some more. So believe me when I say it goes ”I don’t think he loves me back” to ”He does love me back!”

I wish you all a very merry byler endgame in s5! 💚

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thekristen999 · 1 year ago

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✨2023 writing round-up✨

I enjoyed seeing @exhuastedpigeon 's write-up and thought I'd post mine :)

I wrote 97k words in 2023. Which is more than I thought! I struggled with finding time to be creative this year. My RL has been such a chaotic ball of stress. But things are getting better, and I think my Muse will be more exited to come out and play this year!

February

bro·ken 32k

This was my favorite story I wrote this year. It’s dark, gritty, and a deep exploration of what would have happened if Eddie and Buck hadn’t meet until the S3 timeline. With both guys at rock-bottom and how they find each other to heal.

bro·ken

adjective 1. having been fractured or damaged and no longer in one piece or in working order. 2. having given up all hope; despairing.

Forced to take shady side jobs to pay his bills, Evan Buckley doesn’t think he’s ever seen such rock bottom. Until he meets Eddie Diaz, a man even more desperate and alone. Season 3 AU.

March

Not Today 2k

A coda to the lightning strike that uses those events to explore Eddie’s encounters and emotional understanding of death.

Eddie propelled himself up the ladder, shutting off those parts of brain he refused to listen to, only focusing on how fast he could climb, how hard he tried pulling on Buck’s safety line, until finally, he gave in to the only logic he was willing to consider.

What Buck needed; Eddie couldn't provide.

(Eddie and his battles with death and dying)

We’ve Got Fun & Games 7k

I wrote humor? :) It was a great fun to have the 118-taking part in a mini version of the Amazing Race and all the shenanigans that follow during a contest across the city.

"Um. You trained for this?” Ravi asked.

Eddie released a long-suffering sigh. "We trained. Every day. For a month.”

Buck could not believe his ears. Did they not grasp the glory of the great adventure before them? He cleared his throat and lowered his voice. “Running across the scorching plains of Africa, bolting down the steep steps of Shanghai, diving straight into synchronized swimming routines with Olympic athletes in Moscow. These are only a few obstacles we might encounter during…The Amazing Race."

Bobby frowned. "This is for charity.”

Buck spread out his arms to encompass the couple hundred people mingling around the park. "And it’s against all the other firehouses in the city. We do have a reputation to uphold."

April

Tick...Tick...Boom 3.6k

A very intense story on the dangers first responders face during a call gone wrong.

“Eddie,” Buck warned.

He started to say something else when the door cracked open.

A woman poked her head out, her voice shaking. “Yes?”

“Are you alright ma’am?” Eddie asked.

The question was rhetorical. Blood dripped down her chin from a busted lip, her puffy face framed by the beginnings of two black eyes.

“I’m fine. Is there, um…,” A shadow loomed. Her trembling hand gripped the door frame harder. “How can I help you, officers?”

“We’re with the L.A. Fire Department,” Eddie said, his voice calm. “We really need to come in. It’ll just take a moment.”

The woman glanced behind her, whispering, “I can’t…. I’m trying….”

The shadow retreated.

Eddie stuck his foot under the door, slowly pushing it open as he eased his way inside. “It’s okay. We’re here to help.”

May

We All Fall Down 3.5 k

I wanted more from the finale. Like the skeleton was there, but I needed more details and bit more logic.

He’d done this before. Inside the well. Trapped forty feet underground instead of in a tin can, rising water the constant threat.

Eddie stared at the radio, knowing this time there’d be someone on the other end to hear him if he needed to say something. If his time his second chances had finally run out.

He wouldn’t die alone. Not really. His team would be there. Just inches away. He could tell them, tell Buck….

(A nuanced re-working of the events of the episode to satisfy certain wants and needs)

August

Cutting The Ties That Bind 34.K M

I wrote something that wasn’t a hurt/comfort or an angst fest! It had lots of sexual tension, drama, and meaty plot. I love world-building.

Evan Buckley was a businessman, he had meetings and deadlines like everyone else. Sometimes he used intimation. While using the very same tactics he was trying to end while converting his family business into legitimate operations was a little hypocritical, it was the results that mattered.

Occasionally, he got threatened, but it was usually all hot air and ego. That all changed the day his breaks were tampered with. Enter Eddie Diaz, security specialist, who was not easily impressed by Buck’s expensive suits or financial conquests. That was okay. Buck enjoyed a challenge.

(The Mafia AU)

November

Follow You Into The Dark 14k

I had a need. I wanted to put both Eddie and Buck in the worst possible situation where they literally had to depend on the other in ways they had never before.

Buck kept a firm grip around Eddie’s arm as he was guided down hallways. They’d both experienced something like this before during the Academy: cadet’s exercises where both teammates were blindfolded and forced to depend on the other to escape burning buildings. This wasn’t unlike that experience, except of course this was real and Buck’s freaking eyes were swollen shut and Eddie was concussed and deaf.

(Or a serial arsonist terrorizes the city, plunging Buck and Eddie into a dangerous game of cat and mouse.)

#buddie #buddie fic #evan buckley #eddie diaz #911 on abc #writing round up 2023 #kristen999writes

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whisky-soul · 2 years ago

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Starting the Mando season 3 press thread with this. Future articles and interviews will be added to this post. 😊

The Mandalorian Season 3 'Opens Up The World of Mandalore And The Mandalorians', Says Pedro Pascal - Empire

Pedro Pascal 'Can't See Shit In Mandalorian Armour' - Empire

The Mandalorian Season 3 Official Clip - Youtube

Real Steel - Season 3 Feature - Empire

Season 3 Stills - Empire

Baby Steps: An Oral History of Grogu - Empire

Theirs is the Way: Jon Favreau and Dave Filoni Interview - Empire

Father and Son: The Mandalorian Season 3 Feature - SFX Magazine

Pedro Pascal Talks Being Called the ‘Daddy’ of the Internet - Good Morning Britain

Pedro Pascal Is Creeped Out When Fans Ask Him to Use ‘Mandalorian’ Voice on Children: ‘It Sounds Inappropriate’ - Variety

Pedro Pascal Plays “Is It The Way?” - MTV News

Pedro Pascal Reacts To Becoming "Internet Daddy" - The Graham Norton Show

Pedro Pascal Forgot He Was Cast In The Last Of Us - The Graham Norton Show

Pedro Pascal Swerves A Kiss From Dame Helen Mirren - The Graham Norton Show

Pedro Pascal on The Mandalorian S3, a scene-stealing Grogu & knowing how much the world loves him - Joe.ie

Jon Favreau Is Watching The Last Of Us Too: ‘Pedro Pascal’s Really Cornered The Market On This Protective Father Archetype’ - Empire

The Mandalorian's Pedro Pascal teases an 'epic' season 3 - Digital Spy

Pedro Pascal über Mandalorian und andere rollen - Brisant (VPN may be required)

***NEW FEB 28th***

Mandalorian Season 3: Star Wars' Pedro Pascal Answers Kid Questions - BBC Newsround

Pedro Pascal plays The Reverse Words game - The Chris Moyles Show

Pedro Pascal has fully embraced all things ‘daddy.’ - Entertainment Tonight

‘The Mandalorian’: Pedro Pascal on Din Djarin & Grogu’s Relationship in SEASON 3 - Extra TV

Pedro Pascal RESPONDS To Being Dubbed The 'Internet's Daddy' - Access Hollywood

Pedro Pascal Talks Possible Boba Fett And Ahsoka Crossovers In The Mandalorian Season 3 - Cinema Blend

Pedro Pascal no cierra la puerta a nada con 'The Mandalorian': "Me encantaría ver una película" - Sensacine

Zoe Ball Meets Pedro Pascal - The Zoe Ball Breakfast Show

Pedro Pascal Remembers Working w/ Sarah Michelle On ‘Buffy The Vampire Slayer’ - Access Hollywood

Pedro Pascal on ´The Mandalorian’ Season 3, Grogu nicknames, and More - Entertainment Tonight

Pedro Pascal "The Mandalorian" - FabTV

See Pedro Pascal Get Nostalgic Over 'Buffy' Memories With ‘Incredibly Kind’ Sarah Michelle Gellar - Entertainment Tonight

Pedro Pascal on Season 3 - GamesRadar

**NEW March 1***

Pedro Pascal & Jon Favreau Compare American and Chilean Snacks - LADBible

‘The Mandalorian’: Pedro Pascal Wants to Go from ‘DADDY Din’ to ‘BABY D’ - ExtraTV

Pedro Pascal Talks The Mandalorian Season 3 & How It's Surprising What the Surprises Are - Collider

Pedro Pascal Praised By Sarah Paulson For Becoming 'Enormous' Star In 2016 Interview - Access Hollywood

How Pedro Pascal Feels About A Big Part Of ‘The Mandalorian’ Arc Taking Place In ‘Boba Fett' - CinemaBlend

“The Mandalorian” star Pedro Pascal teases what fans can expect from season 3. - Associated Press

Pedro Pascal is grateful for The Last Of Us and The Mandalorian - Irish Mirror

'The Mandalorian' Lead Pedro Pascal On What To Expect From Season 3 - NDTV

Pedro Pascal on Season 3 - Despierta América

FAJN RADIO I Marthy Duffek & The Mandolorian interview w/ Pedro Pascal - Fajn Radio

The Mandalorian: Season 3 | Launch Event - Pedro Pascal, Katie Sackhoff - VRAI Magazine

Pedro on KissFM UK Part 1

Pedro on KissFM UK Part 2

Pedro Pascal Looks Back At His Early Acting Days On 'Buffy' - ET Canada

Pedro Pascal on being 'faceless' in the Mandalorian suit - ABC News Australia

Pedro Pascal, 'Mandalorian' castmates promise more fun, drama, surprises, Grogu in season 3 - ABC 7

**NEW March 2nd**

Pedro Pascal On Being The Internet's Daddy - Capital FM

Pedro Pascal Explains Rehearsal Behind Hilarious SNL Table Sketch - E News

Pedro Pascal jokes about ‘The Mandalorian’ outlasting ‘The Simpson’s’ - Yahoo Entertainment

Pedro Pascal Meets Young Fans at The Mandalorian Season 3 Premiere - jenmarkham

***NEW March 3rd***

Pedro Pascal talks 'Mandalorian' Season 3, 'Last of Us' comparisons and 'Saturday Night Live' - Yahoo Entertainment

The Mandalorian Season 3 Launch Event - Star Wars

"I like my own burps!" Pedro Pascal on playing The Mandalorian and meeting "The Ultimate Daddy" - BBC Radio 1

The Sudden Fashion-Daddy Arrival of Pedro Pascal - GQ

Ciné Télé Revue Interview

Radio Corazón

***NEW March 7th***

One on One Interview with Pedro Pascal for 'The Mandalorian' - MJ Felipe

Melanie Lynskey calls Pedro Pascal a 'dreamboat' - Etalk (this has nothing to do with Mando; I just like it)

Pedro Pascal on Mandalorian S3, Melanie Lynskey, Tem Morrison and Taika - NewsHub

***NEW March 9th***

Pedro Pascal Cries From His Head While Eating Spicy Wings - Hot Ones

***NEW March 18th***

Pedro on the Dagobah Dispatch Podcast - EW

#pedro pascal #the mandalorian #grogu #Mando press thread #star wars #I want to organize this one better #because they end up so chaotic #but I’m also really busy right now #so we’ll see how this goes lol #long post

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mar64ds · 15 days ago

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I feel like Sam has always had many many insecurities and low self esteem and heavy separation anxiety and trauma (after s3) and he treats this like how he reacts when the car is broken, he just turns the radio volume higher to not have to listen to it.

Like for Max he is like 'yeah he needs his antidepressants' or things like that cause I think in his mind is like 'well MAX needs help like this but I dont' because Max is already seen as the more mentally unwell of the duo (even if most of the time it's not taken that seriously, which maybe it's part of their problem too?) and he is supposed to be the more collected and reliable one. Sam is a man in probably his 40s and probably thinks he doesn't really need that kind of help, he shouldnt think about his 'mental health' cause he is fine. He is just deeply insecure about his imagine, he just has mental breakdowns if Max isn't around, he just thinks very little of himself at times and probably compares himself to others (Max), he just gets very depressed when he thinks about season 3 events... Normal stuff! Shouldnt worry about this stuff, i'm just going to turn up the radio volume for a while

#sam sammymacks i love you 🫵🏻#samandmax

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hangingslothcentral · 10 months ago

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something I talk about a lot wrt writing Spirit Box Radio is the idea of 'mini arcs', where shorter, multi-episode stories are started and resolved over stretches of 3-7 episodes. I was really consciously and deliberately doing that with SBR bc from the start I was SUPER aware that this was going to be a VERY long story. there were generally four 'arcs' running through each episode; the miniature episode story, which had a start, middle and end within the episode itself; the story of the season, whose beginning, middle and end would happen in that specific seasn; the full show's story, whose resolution would come with the end of the show; and these mini arcs.

seeing that I've recently been working on another show of similar story-length to SBR, this method is something that's been on my mind a lot. I think I'm being less deliberate about it this time around, instead relying on my confidence with storytelling to make sure that there are these little progressions, subplots, and character developments happening when they need to happen, without stressing too much about adhering to very specific and deliberate rules.

another funny thing has been that for this season of Not Quite Dead I've ended up doing something kind of similar, but entirely organically, because I wrote three or four episodes which were actually TEN episodes, squished together. even broken up, there are several of these episodes which are 40 minutes PLUS, and I've tried to trim unnecessary parts where I can. because of that, the rest of S3 has that sense of mini-arcs, but it all happened organically as a necessary function in breaking up the story!!

--- Eira xxx

#eira speaks #writing #on writing #writeblr

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punchdrunkdoc · 2 years ago

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Part 2, Chapter 13

Summary: After the events of S3, Matt Murdock is trying to once again balance life as a lawyer and a vigilante. But he’s been scarred by loss and betrayal - will a mysterious new neighbour help him heal? Or will her secrets drag him back into the darkness?

Notes: This is a slow burn romance with an original female character, told in 3 parts. There is mystery, intrigue, action/violence and angst - all the good stuff!

Also available on AO3 and Wattpad

Masterlist

Reference pics

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PART 2

Chapter 13

Matt scowled as he walked to work, the incessant racket of Christmas carols providing an unwelcome soundtrack to his journey. They wafted from the stores lining the street to his right; they drifted from the radios of the cars passing on his left. There was even a choir practicing in the church a block away.

Listening to just one carol was bad enough, but when they all merged together like this in a cloying cacophony of noise it was the equivalent of auditory torture.

And it was only December 8th - there were still weeks more of this to come.

The irony was, he’d actually been looking forward to the holidays this year. He’d been looking forward to seeing it all through Calina’s eyes, and getting to share in her wonder and excitement as she experienced it all for the first time. He'd even gotten her a present - weeks ago, before they'd been separated. He'd been searching online for an unrelated matter, and had come across something he thought she'd like, so he'd bought it on impulse.

Now it was lying forgotten in the bottom of his bedside drawer.

He should probably just throw it away.

She was gone. And she wasn’t coming back.

It had been 10 days since he’d been left unconscious on the side of a road in Connecticut. 10 days since he’d last heard her voice.

10 days of silence.

In the beginning, he’d allowed Foggy and Karen’s optimism to infect him. They’d convinced him that Calina would call as soon as she was settled in the new base. They’d planted a small kernel of hope inside him, and he’d held onto it as he’d waited and waited for her to get in touch. His phone had been his constant companion since then. He held it in his hand as he walked to work in case he somehow missed the sound of it ringing in his pocket. It sat on his desk all day as he tried to concentrate on his latest cases. When he came home to his cold, barren apartment, he rested it on the arm of his chair while he ate leftovers for dinner.

He even started carrying it at night while he was Daredevil. It was reckless - dangerous even - to have that proof of his identity with him as he stalked the streets, but he didn’t want to risk missing her call.

And when he finally slipped into his side of the bed in the early hours, the phone was right there on the nightstand. He would lie awake for hours, listening to the silence emanating from the device, unable to fall asleep for fear that he’d miss her…and because the bed felt far too empty without her.

Everything felt empty without her. Everything felt wrong. Off-kilter and out of sorts.

Her absence from his world was so…palpable.

How was it possible that she’d become such an integral part of his life in so short a time?

So short a time he could still count it in days.

Which he’d done just last night. In a misguided attempt to try to downplay her significance, to fool himself into believing that the length of their relationship somehow negated what he was feeling, he took out a calendar and measured it out.

102 days.

That was all.

102 days since he’d first seen her on the rooftop.

98 days since he’d learned her name.

38 days since he’d discovered her secret.

10 days since he’d last seen her. Since he’d last heard her voice.

And it wasn’t likely that he'd ever hear it again. That small kernel of hope within him had finally withered and turned to dust.

She wasn’t going to call. She was never going to call.

Matt stomped up the stairs to the office, his bad mood evident in the slow, heavy tread of his feet and the force with which he yanked open the door.

“Hey, Matt,” Karen said. Her voice held an annoying note of sympathy.

Matt ignored it as he shrugged out of his coat. The wool was wet with snowflakes and he shook out the dampness before hanging it on the rack.

“I take it there’s been no word from Calina?”

Matt clenched his jaw at the question - the same one she’d asked every day for the past week. “No. And I think its safe to say that’s not going to change.”

“Oh, Matt. I’m so sorry.” She took a step closer, hand outstretched. “If you want to talk about it, I’m here.”

Matt dodged her attempts at comfort - both verbal and physical. “No. I just want to forget it and move on. There are more important things to deal with-”

“Matt-”

“Drop it, Karen. Please. We still have Margaret Posen’s appeal to submit. We have the Chisholm case coming up, not to mention the fear pheromone situation. My love life isn’t important in the grand scheme of things.”

She still tried again. “That’s not true. You’re hurting, I know you are. Please just talk to me-”

“No. Talking won’t help. But working will. Keeping busy will. So just indulge me, okay?”

“We’ve been indulging you, Matt.” This came from Foggy, who’d obviously been listening from his office. He stood in his doorway, arms crossed over his chest, ready to wade into the conversation. “You’ve been working yourself into the ground this last week, and you’ve been out all hours of the night as you-know-who. You look like shit-”

“Gee, thanks.”

Foggy growled under his breath. “We’re worried about you. You’re not in any fit state to be out on the streets right now. I think - we think - you need to take a break.”

“How can you say that now, Fog? We’re so close.” After weeks of adding data, the map of pheromone cases was finally showing a clear pattern. So clear, that they had a fairly good idea where the next victims were going to be located. “Everything we’ve been doing has led up to this.”

“And what if you blow it, because you’re too worn out to concentrate?”

“I won’t be.”

“Oh yeah? How’d you get that shiner, Matt?”

Matt touched the bruising under his eye. He could feel the heat radiating off it, and could picture what it looked like - a vicious dark purple mark that took up half his cheek.

Someone had managed to get the drop on him last night. Just after midnight, he’d noticed a man following a woman as she walked to the subway station. Two blocks from her destination, the man had grabbed the woman by the arm and dragged her into an alley - but Matt has been ready for the move. He was right behind them, and pulled the man off her before he could do more than bruise her wrist.

The man put up a fight, but he was typical of the kind of guys who preyed on women - no match for someone his own size. Matt could have easily subdued him, but he decided to teach him a lesson instead. He drew out the fight, turning it into a punishment and a warning.

But then the woman fled passed them to escape the alleyway.

And her scent drifted towards Matt.

It wasn’t an exact match for Calina’s perfume…but it was near enough. The sense-memory it triggered pulled his focus for an instant - just long enough for the man he was fighting to clock him in the face.

He tried to downplay it to Foggy. “It was a moment of distraction, Fog-”

“And that’s all it takes! For God’s sake, Matt, you’ve been tempting fate out there for years. I’m worried that a single mistake is going to be the end of you - and you’re bound to make mistakes when you’re sleep-deprived, running on empty, and heart broken.”

Matt shook his head. “I can’t stand by and let this continue.”

“We’re not asking you to,” Karen replied. “Just take a night to rest and regroup. Foggy’s meeting his contact tonight, so we’ll still be working on the case. Just from a different angle.”

“What contact?” Matt asked Foggy.

Foggy pointed at him. “See? This is exactly my point. I told you about him yesterday, but you were obviously too distracted to listen.”

Matt put his hands on in hips and tipped his head up to the ceiling, trying to conceal his anger at Foggy’s patronising tone. “Fine. Tell me again.”

“Freddie Carsten. He’s one of those all-purpose scumbags - theft, drug dealing, petty fraud, you name it. But he has a soft spot for his mom, and I helped her out with some legal trouble last year. Now he feels like he owes me, so he feeds me information now and again.”

“Why didn’t you talk to him sooner?”

“He’s been in Sing Sing for the last few months - just got out a week ago. But that’s plenty of time for him to get back up to speed with everything that’s going down in Hell’s Kitchen. Let me see what he knows, then we’ll reconvene tomorrow and plan our next steps.” Foggy reached out squeezed Matt’s shoulder. “I know you hate taking a night off - I know that you feel guilty when you do - but you’ll be of no use to anyone - ever again - if you get yourself killed.”

Matt sighed…then nodded. “Point taken.”

Foggy slapped him on the back. “Good. Let’s get to work. We have a new client arriving in ten minutes.”

Matt nodded again and made his way to his office. He collapsed into his chair and dumped his briefcase on the desk. Then he contemplated the phone he still held in his hand - the one he’d carried to work, praying it would ring.

After a few moments of deliberation, he put it on silent and shoved it in the drawer of his desk.

It was time to move on.

It was time to accept that Calina was never going to call.

It was time to accept that it was over.

———

Calina tugged the blanket tighter around her and wiggled her feet in her sheepskin-lined boots, trying to warm them up. It was stupid to be outside right now - the coast of Maine was a hell of a lot colder than the balmy climate of South Carolina - but she’d been cooped up in her room too long.

She needed space to breathe.

And she needed space to think. She hadn’t been able to do much of that over the past week and a half.

The journey from the old base to this new one was a blur - the days disappearing in a drugged-up, comatose haze. The last clear memory she had was collapsing in the back of the van on the coast road behind the mansion after the shoot-out. Then she’d woken up in this bedroom, a thousand miles north.

The time in-between was a series of snippets and fragments. Of pain and nausea and feverish chills. Of Katya’s worried face hovering over hers; the hushed, anxious whispers between Sofia and Yelena; the nagging ache in her side, and the violent shivers that wracked her body. She remembered a cool washcloth on her forehead, the burning pain as her wound was lanced, and the pinch of a needle as more antibiotics were injected in to her system.

And she remembered the hallucinations.

As the infection raged within her body, her mind added to the confusion by bombarding her with visions - of real sins and imagined ones. Of events from her past, and twisted dreams of her future. And it had all been so frighteningly real to her. She remembered shying away as the hand of a Red Room trainer struck out at her. She remembered flinching at the sounds of gunfire and explosions. She remembered hearing the cries of her victims as her bullets tore through their flesh.

Shameful memories made real again. Rendered in 3D, technicolor glory to torment her as she was trapped by the fever in her bed.

And - worst of all - interspersed with those nightmarish visions were the hallucinations of Matt.

Less horrifying in their nature, but no less of a torment.

He’d be wrapped around her in bed, holding her close and whispering beautiful words in her ear. Words of love, and desire. Words that had tears leaking from her eyes. She’d feel phantom fingers on her cheek, brushing the moisture away. “Don’t cry, sweetheart,” he’d say. “I’m here now. I’ll always be here - if you’ll have me.”

Twisted dreams.

Calina picked at a loose thread in the blanket as she stared out at the harbour. A rickety, old fishing trawler was making its way towards the shore, the surrounding grey sea churning as the ship chugged along. Seagulls squawked and hovered in the air above the pier, and she could hear the calls from the market stalls as they opened for business.

This place was more chaotic than their home in South Carolina, but still in a sleepy, seaside-town way. It was peaceful, despite the noise and the constant activity. And the sunset she'd caught last night had been stunning.

But she missed New York. She missed her life there.

And more than anything, she missed the life that could have been. The one where Matt held her for real, and whispered those words of love for real…

“What are you doing out here?”

Calina tilted her head back to see Sofia standing in the doorway of the balcony, scowling down at her. “I’ve already treated you for one life-threatening infection - the last thing I need is for you to come out here in the freezing cold and catch pneumonia!”

Calina sighed. Busted.

She gathered the blanket and got to her feet. She muttered a half-hearted, “Sorry,” as she shuffled passed the other Widow. “I just needed some air.”

Sofia followed her back into the room and made a point of locking the balcony door. “There’ll be plenty of time for that when you’re feeling stronger.”

Calina dutifully sat on the bed and held out her arm. Sofia took it and started monitoring her pulse. Calina sighed again - she was getting really sick of these constant vitals checks. “I am feeling stronger, Sofia. In fact, I feel fine now.”

“You’ve only been out of bed a couple of days.”

“And if I was still in the Red Room, I’d already be up, dressed and doing drills in the training room.”

“Well, you’re not in the Red Room anymore. You don’t need to power through it like that.”

“I also don’t need to be coddled like I’m some helpless child.” Calina tried to say the words as gently as she could. She’d been right about Sofia’s terrible bedside manner, but she’d always assumed it reflected a lack of care on the part of the medic. In fact, the opposite was true - Sofia cared deeply. She was very invested in the health of her patient - she just had difficulty expressing that. Instead of a reassuring word or a gentle pat on the hand, Sofia’s care came through in how much she…hovered.

Calina had barely had a minute to herself since she’d woken up.

“Well, excuse the fuck out of us for worrying about you.” The response didn’t come from Sofia, but from the Widow in the doorway - Yelena. Another woman who struggled to convey her care in a normal, affectionate way. Hers manifested as intense over-protection.

And it was another thing Calina was getting sick of.

“Like I just told Sofia, I’m feeling fine. I’m ready to get out of this room and be a functioning member of the team again.”

“Give it time, Calina. You almost died. First from the blood loss, then the coma, then the infection…” Yelena swallowed sharply and glanced away.

And that’s when Calina realised - the people who actually needed time to process what had happened were the ones who’d witnessed it. Not Calina. To her, it had been like a week-long nap. Granted, a nap filled with pain and nightmarish hallucinations, but she’d been pretty much out of it. She hadn’t felt the worry or anxiety that Yelena and Sofia obviously had.

Calina got up off the bed and approached the Widow in the doorway. Then she did something she’d never done to one of her sisters.

She gave her a hug.

Yelena was stiff in her arms - either from surprise or discomfort at the unfamiliar affection - but Calina held on. She tightened her arms, and whispered, “Thank you, Yelena. For saving my life. I’m sorry I worried you.”

Yelena patted her on the back - two firm, awkward taps - then squirmed out of the embrace. “Yes, well, it was a team effort. Sofia did most of the hard work, then there was Katya, Inessa and Ma-, um, me.”

Calina noticed Sofia exchanging a loaded glance with Yelena, but she couldn’t interpret the meaning behind it. She looked between the two other women, suddenly getting the feeling that they were hiding something. “Is there something you’re not telling me?” she asked.

Yelena frowned and shook her head. “No.”

Calina stared at her for a few more seconds, trying to discern the truth. She sounded sincere. And Calina couldn’t think what secret they’d be keeping from her.

It was probably nothing…

She just had the nagging sense that she was missing something. From the moment she’d woken up a few days ago, she’d had this vague feeling that she’d forgotten something important.

Something vital.

That feeling continued to nag at her for the rest of the morning. As she took a long shower and got dressed in something other than pyjamas for the first time in over a week, she tried to force her recollections into some semblance of order. She tried to piece together a proper timeline, and slot her snippets of memories together to try to work out what she was missing.

But the puzzle was incomplete. And there were too many gaps.

She couldn’t see the bigger picture.

She sighed and closed the bedroom door behind her, then made her way down to the kitchen. She was a little shaky navigating the stairs, but she was sure that once she got some solid food in her system she’d feel a lot stronger.

She took a seat at the enormous oak table and grabbed a sandwich from the pile in the centre. In the mansion in South Carolina, the Widows used to congregate in the living room. It was the heart of their home, with enough space to fit them all, and enough deep couches and comfortable armchairs for most of them to get a seat. They would spend all their free time in that room, just hanging out, slowly learning to become friends.

To become a family.

The large beach house in Maine had a relatively small living space - but a spacious kitchen-slash-dining area that took up most of the ground floor.

And that room soon became the new heart.

Calina glanced around at her sisters as they chatted and ate, and she noticed a couple of new faces - Widows that had been simultaneously freed from the serum and the nanite trackers in the past ten days. According to Sofia, it was Yelena’s new priority. She’d made quick work of finding and procuring another plasmapheresis machine and now there was a task force who took it out on the road to liberate more Widows.

One of those Widows gaped as she took in the relative chaos of the lunchtime melee. No one was hanging from the rafters or starting a food fight, but compared to the militant, silent mealtimes of the Red Room, they may as well have been.

It was always easy to spot the newly freed - they all shared the same bewildered, slightly shell-shocked expression for the first few days.

This new life was a lot to get used to.

“…feeling, Calina?”

Calina jerked her head around as she heard her name being called. “Sorry?”

“I asked how you were feeling.” It was Viktoria, the Widow to her right.

“Much better, thank you.”

Viktoria opened her mouth to speak again but there was a sudden commotion at the front door. The two newest Widows went on instant alert, their hands instinctively reaching for their weapons, but the rest of the group recognised the sound for what it was - the roaming task force had returned home.

Sure enough, moments later, Anya, Katya and Inessa sauntered through the swinging doors of the kitchen. “We’re back!” Katya called out.

Calina smiled. “We can see that.”

Katya faced her, and matched her grin. “Well, if it isn’t Sleeping Beauty finally up and about!” She rounded the table and shuffled onto the bench beside Calina. She gave her a quick one-armed hug around the shoulders and whispered, “Seriously, I’m so glad you’re okay.”

“Thanks,” Calina replied. “And likewise - how was it out there?”

Anya grimaced as she answered Calina’s question. “We were tracking down a Widow last seen in Montreal, but she’s in the wind. Let’s hope Volkov doesn’t get to her before we do.”

Calina frowned. “Any word on him? I have no idea what’s been going on. I feel so out of the loop.”

“Not that I know of,” Katya answered. “But we’ve been concentrating on tracking Widows. Yelena’s taking point on Volkov - you should ask her.”

Calina rolled her eyes. “Yelena’s being weird around me at the moment. When she’s not obsessing about my health she’s giving these weird looks to the people around me, acting as if she’s hiding something…”

Calina’s voice tailed off as she noticed Katya suddenly glance at Anya, that same furtive look on her face that Yelena had had this morning. “Oh no, not you guys too,” Calina groaned. “What’s going on? What am I missing?”

Katya and Anya stared at each other for a few more moments, a wordless conversation taking place between them. Anya eventually nodded, her face resigned to whatever Katya was planning. Katya then abruptly stood up and motioned for Calina to do the same. “Come on,” she said. “We need some privacy for this.”

The three of them headed upstairs to Calina’s room. Calina took a seat cross-legged on the mattress while Katya chose the armchair next to the bed. Anya lurked by the window, looking grim, her hands squeezing around the edges of her ever-present tablet. “Yelena is gonna kill us,” she mumbled.

“Not if Calina kills her first,” Katya replied with a shrug.

“Why would I want to kill Yelena?” Calina asked slowly, her gaze bouncing between the other two women.

“Okay,” Katya said, holding up her hands in submission. “In Yelena’s defence - in all of our defence - we were just doing what we thought was best. You were in no fit state to do anything about it when you first got here anyway, and then the infection set in…you’ve only really been lucid for a few days, so its not like we kept this from you the whole time. And we didn’t even realise you didn’t remember at first…”

“Kept what from me? What don’t I remember? Spit it out, Katya!”

Katya took a deep breath, then blurted it all out in one breath. “Matt came to see you when you were in the cabin - he’s the reason you woke up.”

Calina leaned back, as if the words were a physical blow.

Matt came to see her?

Matt was the reason she woke up?

She shook her head. “Wh-what are you talking about?” she stuttered - her mind too busy reeling from the news to form a coherent sentence.

“We were really worried about you, Calina - you were comatose! As a last resort Yelena went to get Matt. We thought his voice or his presence might bring you back. And it did. It worked.”

“Yelena went to get Matt…” Calina repeated, frowning. “But she doesn’t even like him.”

Katya laughed. “She likes him a lot better now. Although the reverse probably isn’t true.”

“What do you mean?”

Katya smile dropped. She glanced nervously back at Anya but the other widow just shrugged. “You have to tell her now.”

“After you woke up, we had to move quickly - we had intel that Volkov was maybe scoping out the area so we had to hit the road. Matt included. But then we…”

“What?”

“We dumped him.”

“You dumped him? What do you mean you dumped him?”

Katya cringed. “We sedated him and left him in Connecticut.”

Calina jumped to her feet. “Are you fucking kidding me?!”

Katya stood up and backed away, her hands up in defence again. “We couldn’t let him know about this location-”

“That doesn’t mean you had to dump him unconscious in another state! I don’t even know if he’s ever been out of New York before!”

“He’s Daredevil, Calina. He’s perfectly capable of taking care of himself.”

“That’s not the point! You could have just talked to him and explained-”

“Yelena tried! He was desperate to stay with you. He wouldn’t have left on his own.”

He was desperate to stay with you.

Calina’s heart leapt involuntarily at those words.

Matt came to see you.

He’s the reason you woke up.

He was desperate to stay with you.

Hope fluttered it’s wings inside Calina. She tried to cage it, to dampen the rising joy. She tried to convince herself that it didn’t mean what her heart thought it did. That it was just Matt’s overly-developed sense of guilt and duty at play.

It didn’t mean that he…cared…about her.

She tried to convince Katya and Anya too. “He feels responsible for the people around him. He probably just wanted to make sure I got here safely.”

Katya tipped her head and gave her a strange look. “Calina…I don’t think that’s it at all.” She turned to Anya. “Show her,” she prompted.

Anya tapped at the screen of her tablet then held it out to Calina.

Calina took the device. It showed a black screen with a play button in the middle. “What is this?”

“We set up a camera in the cabin so we could monitor you through the night. It was running when Matt visited. I asked Anya to save the footage.”

Calina glanced between the two other women. “You’ve watched this?” She held the tablet to her chest, as if somehow sensing that whatever was on the video was intensely private and not meant to be shared around.

Katya shook her head and rested a hand on Calina’s shoulder. “As soon as I realised what it was, I stopped watching. And no one else has seen a single frame.”

“What do you mean, ‘realised what it was’? What is it?”

“Just something that you needed to see. Something that you need to hear.” She motioned to Anya and the two of them left the room, closing the door quietly behind them.

Calina sat back on the bed and contemplated the screen in her hands, suddenly nervous. She had the strange feeling that the entire direction of her future hinged on what was on this video.

Her heart started pounding as a result, and her throat went dry, whether in dread or anticipation, she couldn’t tell. Her emotions were as mixed up as her thoughts.

“Get a grip, Calina,” she whispered to herself. “Nothing can be worse than what you overheard from Foggy in the bar.”

She didn’t know why she was trying to lie to herself. There were a million more things that Matt could say that could break her heart.

And a million that could mend it.

“There’s only one way to find out…”

She took a deep breath…and pressed play.

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Chapter 14

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soulminyg · 7 months ago

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Thank you @schnaf for tagging me<3

Rules: tag 9 people you want to know better

Last song: Espresso, covered by Wallows

Last show: Ni una más/ Raising voices from Netflix

Currently watching: Bridgerton S3, waiting for part 2 to be released

Currently reading: Radio Silence reread since I recently got the illustrated cover version<3

Current obsession: I don't really know, probably the new THG book and movie coming in like... A hundred years lol, my reading passion is resurging bc of this and all the theories and the headcanons and opinions! So amazing, I'm feeling it. Also a podcast called Penitencia, don't even get me started, I love it profoundly.

Open tag to anyone who wants to do it, and I won't tag 9 people but @yellowjellobean @literally-maria @wintrbears if you want<3

P.D.: LOOK AT HER SHE'S SO PRETTY!!!!

#asdfkghjsoul #tag game #radio silence #the hunger games #thg #wallows #bridgerton

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fastcardotmp3 · 2 years ago

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[back to main masterlist]

I've written so many ficlets and blurbs etc for these little weirdos that I could never find again once I posted them, so here's all of (what I could find) in one place! (mostly for my own organization and sanity, but hey, you can use it too mwah!) full-length fic masterlist meta and analysis masterlist ao3

Platonic and/or Pre-Slash

the Munsons' Indy 500 tradition

Max & the Munson family

Uncle Eddie

Spider-Eddie AU

Music Industry Stobin meet Tour Journalist Eddie

He's been here before, he'll be here again

Nancy & Eddie pre-S3 meeting

"The Bear" AU

Nancy & Barb "When your best friend dies young..."

Nancy "Comphet" Wheeler goes to a gay bar

Nancy & Eddie & Barb

Jonathan & El sibling bonding

Robin's second coming out

TLOU inspired apocalypse AU

Truman Show inspired AU

Steve & Barb reunion

college radio AU

The West Wing AU

Conspiracy Theorist outsider POV

Steve & Nancy: Adventurers

Nancy & Mike: No More Secrets

Stobin on the run

Nancy & Eddie: Christmas at the cemetery

Liminal space: Robin, gas station on a long mountain road

Ronance

Ronance meets Immortality (part 2 here)

Ronance Letters AU

Kiki's Delivery Service AU

fool's gold

Good Omens AU

Generational listening

Horror Filmmaker!Nancy

Childhood Friends AU - Femslash Week 1

Getting together at the wrong time (and then the right time) - Femslash Week 2

Steddie

One-Hit Wonder Eddie

the beauty of a steddie slow burn

Steddie non-soulmate soulmate AU

post-S4 memory-wipe AU

Steddie New Years Eve traditions

beauty and tragedy

pre-S4 Steddie, but Eddie still dies

Gilmore Girls AU

Model!Steve

Graphic Novelist!Eddie

Russian Doll AU

here we go again (microfic challenge, July)

butter cake (microfic challenge, August)

wildfire (microfic challenge, September)

more for your money (microfic challenge, October)

rest stop (microfic challenge, November)

fluke (microfic challenge, December)

Guts

long haul trucker Eddie comes home

Dancer!Steve AU

Jargyle

Jargyle and the mortifying joy of Being Seen

Stonathan

How could you think, darlin', I'd scare so easily?

Wheelingham

Wheelingham S3 AU/ Chrissy candy striper AU

Chrissy Comes Back Wrong (1)

Chrissy Comes Back Wrong (2)

post-S2 AU

S4 AU Secret Relationship - Femslash Week 3

#dot post #dot masterlist #ficlet masterlist #stranger things meta #I found loads of stuff I'd forgotten about doing this #I literally never shut up I guess #if any of these links are broken I will simply pass away probably

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inevitably-johnlocked · 1 month ago

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Hey Steph! How are you doing? Not a customary ask, I really do want to know<33

Also could you provide me with some soft Johnlock smut? Like... very emotional, not too graphic, or it could be moderately graphic if it's still emotional but like... not too hard-core, very vanilla, just them desiring and pining and loving and worshipping each other because they can't even believe they get to have this and the moment is sacred and divine, yada yada yada you know the vibe.

I'm guessing you already probably have related list somewhere so you could just link it as well. Best wishes hun.

Hi Nonny!!

Doing alright, could be better but I'm trying my best!

Hmmmmm I can't think of anything EXACTLY, but I will use your ask as an excuse to publish another list!!! YAY!! Hopefully these please you! And as per usual, if anyone has something to suggest, please do!

EMOTIONAL LOVE MAKING Pt 3