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Short Blurb-Bad Dreams

- Shauna keeps on seeing Jackie’s ghost

“It was just a bad dream.” A big eyed girl with dirty blonde hair says gently to her doe eyed friend, “I’m still here.” the girl urges gently as her ice cold fingers grip onto the down eyed girl’s hands. “I’ll always be right here.”

Eyes snap open frantically, searching around for her best friend. “Jackie! Jackie!” The doe eyed girl begs eyes filling with tears even as her friend appears in front of her. “I’ll always be here.” Jackie says her skin blue and body blurry.

Jackie disappears again as someone opens the door to the meat shed and steps inside. “Shauna. This isn’t good for you or the baby. You have to let her go.” A caramel skinned girl says ushering the girl out of the cold meat shed and inside to sit by the fire. “Jackie.” Shauna mumbles pathetically. “I know.” the caramel skinned girl says wrapping a blanket around her friend’s shoulders. “I know.” She repeats as she hugs Shauna tightly.

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Masterlist: Soul Ties- Chapter 3

Chapter 2 Chapter 4

It’s been a week since tryouts and I’ve learned quite a bit so far. One being that Coach Martinez is very strict when it comes to soccer. Two being that Van also lives in the same trailer park as me . And three being that Tai is a bit competitive. “Alright, circle up!” Coach Martinez shouts causing everyone to stop their stretches and take a knee in front of him. “So as you all know our first game is tomorrow at 18:30 sharp, but I want everyone here at 18:00 so we can get a good warm up in before we begin.” He says sweeping his gaze around the circle of girls in front of him. “As for today’s practice, we’re going to run a small mock game. I’m going to start by splitting you into two teams: Laura Lee, Gen, Jackie…”

“Mari!” I yell to the striker, barely waiting until her body turns towards me before I swiftly pass the ball to her, watching as she barrels down the field as Tai fends off Shauna and Jackie. Giving Mari just enough time to score a beautiful corner shot. “Hell yeah!” I scream running to meet Tai and Mari with the other girls not far behind. “That’s game.” Coach says giving the dismissal for everyone to head inside to change.

“You were so badass!” I say to Tai from the bathroom stall, “You fended off Jackie AND Shauna at the same time like it was nothing!” I finish, walking to the sink to wash my hands. “I’m just that good.” Tai says smirking. “That’s just what you want her to think.” Van says to Tai, walking into the bathroom, “She just shows off whenever you’re around. She’s usually tripping over own feet.” Van says teasing Tai, even though I can tell there’s some truth in her statement. “You were awesome too Van!” I say earnestly, “That one dive you did to save Jackie’s corner kick was insane, I swear it looked like you were flying!” Turning to face the red head, I’m surprised to see the light blush across her cheeks. “You were pretty great too.” Van says, “You have almost perfect passes which is probably why Mari was able to get so many shots in!” “I’m planning to make them perfect by the time we get closer to regionals.” I say with determination. “I have no doubt you’ll do it.” Tai says as she comes to rest beside me. “Me either.” Van says as she turns to go finish packing her things.

“Wanna go out tomorrow?” Van asks as we walk home. “Tai and I usually go to dinner after games and now that you’re here we wanted you to join too.” “Really? Y’all want me to come?” I ask a bit surprised. “Why wouldn’t we?” Van counter back. “I don’t know, I just thought since it was yall’s thing I wouldn’t be invited.” I say remembering them talking about it in the locker rooms a couple days ago. “It wasn’t a us things as much as just a soulmate thing.” she says her eyes locking onto mine, “And you’re our soulmate, which makes it a you thing too.” “An us thing.” I whisper quietly before picking my head up to meet Van’s blue eyes, “I think I’d like that.” I say smiling at her as we continue our walk back to the trailer park.

“See you tomorrow.” I say once we stop at Van’s street. “See you tomorrow.” Van confirms as she turns to continue down her street. I watch as she suddenly stops, quickly turning back to me and wrapping me in a tight hug. It takes only a second before I wrap my arms around her, squeezing back firmly. As she pulls away she sends me a wide-tooth grin, finally turning to start her trek back to her trailer. I stay there for a few seconds watching her pass the first mailbox before I start walking down the road, a goofy smile decorating my face.

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I reach my arms towards the headboard stopping once my knuckles gently bush the scratched wood, which promts me to stretch my legs out until my ankles hang freely off the end of the bed and my blanket bunches at my waist. Once my body feels satisfied I slowly relax my muscling letting out a soft groan in the process.

Turning my head to the side, I read off the time: 10:32 am before I roll out of bed and walk into the living room looking for my Aunt and Uncle to at least let them see I made it home alive last night. However, I find it empty, so I check the dining room, then their bedroom, and finally outside around the trailer but they’re not there. Typical. Must be off on one of their week long booze-cations.

Walking back to my room, I decide to take a quick shower before having to leave for work at noon.

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Walking through the doors of the trailer I make quick work of kicking off my shoes and shoving them under the shoe rack by the door. Before dragging my feet to the kitchen and rummaging through the cabinets snatching the last box of Mac and cheese before turning on the stop and boiling a pot of water. Waiting for the water to boil takes forever! So I decide to search the channels on the TV for something to watch while I eat. Settling on the latest rerun of Forensic Files. After about ten minutes of waiting I’m shoving spoon fulls of steaming hot Mac and cheese into my mouth.

After I clean my mess in the kitchen, I trudge back to my room hoping to get a half hour nap in before I have to leave for the game happening in about an hour and a half.

I wake up to knocking coming from my front door. Hastily wiping the sleep from my eyes I stumble to the door pulling it open to see a wide grinning Van in my doorway with a curious looking Tai standing right behind her. “Uhh hey guys.” I say not expecting company especially in my post nap state. “Hey!” Van and Tai both say. I stand there for a second before pulling the door open and inviting them in. “What brings you guys here?” I question walking to my room with them following close behind. “We just wanted to ask if you’d want to walk to the game with us.” Tai says from behind me. “I’d be honored.” I say entering my bedroom and rummaging through my closet looking for the game jersey I hung up just days ago. “Well it’d be our pleasure to escort you.” Van says taking a bow. Chuckling I turn to the two girls jersey in hand.

“What were you doing that you weren’t ready?” Tai asks. “Sleeping.” I say sheepishly. “Sleeping.” Tai confirms. “Yeah, I was kinda tired after my shift and since my Aunt and Uncle are out of town the trailer stays nice and quiet.” I explain. “Where do you work?” Van asks as she looks around my room. “I clean houses for the rich people in town.” I reply not bothering to put it in a more formal way. “That’s cool, do they have lots of weird old things lying around.” she asks as she locks eyes with my record collection, before I could even answer her she says quite loudly, “You have so many records!” bouncing on the end of her toes she continues with, “Can I look at them?”. “Of you can.” I tell her gently, watching as she flips through the old worn box with a child like glee.

“I’ll be back.” I say heading to the bathroom to change, “You can put one on if you like Van.” I add, earning a lopsided smile from the girl.

As I walk back into the bedroom, I’m greeted with You Oughta Know by Alanis Morissette playing on the record player. “Good choice.” I tell Van joining her on the floor. Before I remember I have something that would also interest the red haired girl. “I also have these.” I say pulling out a cardboard box from under my bed. “What is it?” she asks curiously. “VHS tapes.” I say taking the lid off the box and scooting it closer to her, watching as she gaps at the box before reading off various titles like, Snow White, Beauty and the Beast, Forrest Gump, and “Jurassic Park!” She yells excitedly holding the tape in her hand like she struck gold. “Yep! Took me two weeks of work to save up for that bad boy.” “Oh-ho we’ve so got to watch this!” she says looking at me and Tai with puppy eyes. “We will, but not right now because if we don’t leave soon Coach will kill us before we get the chance.” Tai says ushering Van and I off the floor.

Walking onto the field felt nice, almost comforting, as I feel the wind blowing softly but not enough to keep the sweat from forming on my forehead. Before reaching the field, I toss my bag by the others sitting under the bench. Joining the girls in stretches before Coach Martinez decided to pull us into warm up drills.

The refs whistle sounds loud in the air, signaling the start of the game. Mari quickly passes the ball to Jackie who kicks it to Shauna who passes down the field to Tai who carries the ball swiftly up the field, practically dancing around the opposing team’s offense, sending a well timed kick to Jackie who dribbles the ball towards the goal before shooting the ball straight towards the middle left of the goal. Cheers erupt from the crowd as the ball smoothly passes the goalie fingertips and hits back net of the goal with a whoosh. By the time the game ends the score is 7-3 with the Yellowjacket’s securing their first win of the season!

After the game, Van, Tai, and I walk in comfortable silence to the diner. All us of relishing in the adrenaline high that comes from an easy win.

“So what are we thinking?” Van asks as she halfheartedly flips through the menu. “A chocolate milkshake.” I say practically drooling, earning me a couple giggles from the girls next to me. “I’ve been thinking about it since yesterday.” I defend myself. “I was going to get some chili cheese fries.” She says pointing to them on the menu, “I’m willing to share for a couple sips of your milkshake,” she proposes. “Deal.” I say sticking my pinkie out to her, smiling as she links her’s with mine. “What about you Tai?” Van asks. “I was thinking a chicken tender basket.” Tai says her eyes still skimming the menu. “Wanna share?” Van asks causing a small laugh to erupt from Tai’s throat.

Twenty minutes later, there we sat, sharing chili cheese fries, a chicken tender basket, a chocolate milkshake, and a large coke. Content smiles painting our faces as we joke and laugh between bites of food.

All too soon the food is gone and it’s time to head home for the night. “Goodnight Tai!” Van says giving the dark-skinned girl a quick hug and kiss on the cheek. “Goodnight Van.” She Tai says as she squeezes the red head back while planting a kiss on her forehead. “Night Tai.” I say stepping up to give her a quick hug too. “Night Ellie.” She says rubbing her hand up and down my back before letting go.

Falling into the usual nightly routine of walking home with Van, I can’t help but find myself happier than I’ve felt since my family died.

Soon we reach Van’s street, prompting us to exchange hugs before she begins to walk back to her trailer. As I see had walk away, I can’t help but to already miss her lively presence next to me. “Goodnight Van.” I yell out to her. “Goodnight Ellie.” She yells back with a small wave.

The trailer is still empty when I get home, confirming my suspicions about my Aunt and Uncle being off on one of their drinking escapades. Kicking my shoes off at the doors, I head for my room, plopping down on my bed not even bothering to change, even as I feel my eyelids droop shut.

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The Man Over There

Can you see him? The man over there? He’s tall and slender with a gray pattern suit and a dark tall hat; he’s slightly hunched at his shoulders and looks like he works at an office desk that doesn’t compensate for his lengthy stature. A scowl is etched onto his dimly lit face and it looks as if he hasn’t shaved in a few days. He doesn’t seem to be in a hurry as he’s leisurely leaning on the yellow glowing lamp post at the bend of the street.

Do you see him yet? With a cigarette burnt almost to its orange butt. And the scattered remains of his afternoon meal smeared on the side of his creased suit. He stands with his back flat against the gray pole and his big black shoes planted firmly on the sidewalk to keep him upright. A small black bag nestled between the triangular space created from the slant where his backside breaks free from the pole and slants toward his feet.

Can you not see him? He’s looking this way.

His bushy unshaped brows begin to knit into a tightly wound arch as he draws in a sucking breath relishing in the last bit of his cigarette as he slowly blows the smoke past his thin cracked lips. His long, broad nose highlighted in the overhead light.

Do you see him now? He looks familiar doesn’t he? Have you seen him around?

Dropping the butt to the ground and squashing it with his shoe, he slowly rises to his full length, though his slouched posture remains hunched at his shoulders and his scowl draws more taunt. He glances your way one last time, before picking up his bag and rounding the bend.

Have you seen him before? Maybe on a different street or in a corner store? Maybe you should take a second look?

Peering around the bend, you’re met with an empty street, not a living soul to be seen, just an alley empty of light and crawling with shadows. Then you see it, his shadow, hunched over you and that’s when you realize you do know this man. He’s always been there but only in the darkness does he appear.

Can you see him? The man over there? The man full of darkness and despair?

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Lullaby

• Yellowjackets & OC

Sing me a lullaby. Soft and sweet. Full of wishes and dreams come true. Sing me a lullaby before the darkness takes hold and drags me under. Sing me a lullaby to save the kid that’s still somewhere inside my soul.

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Screams ring loudly through the smoky air inside the plane. Eliza tries to focus on where they are coming from, but her vision is obscured by the heavy smoke. She slowly moves along the rows of bloody, messed up seats, stepping over suitcases and debris. The screams are louder now, filling the quiet space in her mind. ‘Help me! Please somebody. Help!’ Eliza hears as she finally reaches the back of the plane.

“Van?” Eliza coughs out trying to cover her mouth to avoid inhaling so much smoke. “Over here! I’m here! Help me please!” Van all but begs the girl. Crouching down in front of Van, Eliza watches as Van tugs violently at her seatbelt. “Shit. Hang on, I’m going to grab something to cut you out.” Eliza shouts over the rumbling of something coming from the very back of the plane. “Wait! Don’t leave me please!” Van says her voice breaking harshly. “I’m not leaving you.” Eliza says firmly, “I will be right back.”

Grabbing the jagged edge of metal she passed on the way to the back of the plane, Eliza quickly rushes back to Van. “Watch your hands.” Eliza says quickly, immediately beginning to cut the seatbelt as soon as Van’s hands give her a clear path. “Hurry.” Van stresses as the heat from the fire only grows stronger. “I’m trying.” Eliza grits, the metal almost fully through the seatbelt.

With one final push, the metal cuts the seatbelt in half, freeing Van. Eliza and Van waste no time in scrambling off the plane and into the chaotic clearing outside.

“Holy shit.” Eliza says as the back of the plane, where they had been just seconds earlier, explodes into flames. “You came back.” Van states, not necessarily to Eliza. “Told you I would.” Eliza says still staring at the flames rising from the broken plane. “Why stay and help me when you could have died?” Van asks in a state of shock. “Because, if it were me in that situation, I would hope someone was stupid enough to help me.” Eliza replies finally prying her eyes from the flames and to Van’s ashy, inflamed face.

It was only a couple hours later when the sun set and darkness overtook the woods around the crash sight. Coach is dead, so are the pilots, the flight attendant, and Rachel. No one seems in the mood to talk but yet everyone craves a distraction from the creepy noises that fill the forest.

“I could sing.” Eliza says her knees tucked to her chest and her chin resting gently on them. “You think singing will save us?” Jackie snorts. “No. But it might help make us feel better.” Eliza says, choosing to ignore Tai’s harsh tone. “I’d like that.” Laura Lee says quietly from her place around the fire. “Me too.” Van agrees. “It couldn’t hurt.” Shauna adds, to which Jackie only scoffs.

“My mom used to sing this to me when we went camping.” Eliza says before clearing her throat and singing softly,

“The trees stand tall, their branches bare, a secret they all share.

The wind, it sighs, a mournful sound, as darkness gathers 'round.

Whispers drift on every breeze, among the rustling leaves.

Sleep now, little one, though shadows creep, in the forest, secrets sleep."

Eliza pauses slightly, breathing deeply as she continues,

“A firefly's flicker, a fleeting light, guiding you through the night.

Don't be afraid, the woods are kind, leave all your worries far behind.

Let the night creatures sing their song, keep you safe, all night long, as you dream of magic deep, in the forest where secrets sleep.”

Finishing the lullaby, Eliza looks around to find multiple girls lying down listening to her intently. “Don’t stop.” Van says sleepily, cuddling into Tai’s side. “Ok.” Eliza says remembering another lullaby her mom used to sing to her.

“When a star is born
They possess a gift or two.
One of them is this:
They have the power to make a wish come true.

When you wish upon a star,
Makes no difference who you are.
Anything your heart desires will come to you.

If your heart is in your dream,
No request is too extreme
When you wish upon a star,
As dreamers do.

Fate is kind.
She brings to those who love
The sweet fulfillment of their secret longing

Like a bolt out of the blue
Fate steps in and sees you through.
When you wish upon a star,
Your dreams come true.

When you wish upon a star
Makes no difference who you are
Anything your heart desires will come to you.

If your heart is in your dream
No request is too extreme.
When you wish upon a star
As dreamers do.

Fate is kind.
She brings to those who love
The sweet fulfillment of their secret longing
Like a bolt out of the blue
Fate steps in and sees you through
When you wish upon a star
Your dreams come true.”

Eliza finishes looking at the group of sleeping girls around her softly, just as she remembers her mother used to do to her.

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Masterlist- As Fate Would Have It

* Slower Updates due to having other fics in progress*

• A series that follows the most of the events in Agents of Shield and the MCU. Ellie (OC) is inhuman.

Marvel/AOS:

Prologue

Chapter 1: In Progress

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Masterlist: Soul Ties

* TW: child sexual abuse*

> Before you read

> Prologue

> Chapter 1

> Chapter 2

> Chapter 3

> Chapter 4: TW- child sexual abuse

> Chapter 5: TW- child sexual abuse

> Chapter 6: In Progress

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Soul Ties- Chapter 2

Chapter 1 Chapter 3

Today was soccer tryouts. I always loved soccer, finding it satisfyingly stimulating due to it being a high intensity contact sport. And to make it all that much better, I was going to be able to spend more time with Natalie.

It was the last class of the day, art, and I was hurriedly scribbling the final details of the cracked flower vase Mrs. Bennett decided to use as the highlight of our five minute cooldown. Writing my name at the top of the page, I give into my racing thoughts letting my brain play out every scenario that could happen during the two hours of tryouts.

Soon the last bell rang, and I quickly stood up slinging my backpacks over my shoulder and placing my drawing in the turn in tray before rushing to meet Nat by the gym lockers.

“Hey Nat.” I said coming up beside her as I pulled my gym clothes from my bag. “Hey yourself.” She said back smiling, before following up teasingly with, “So you going to prove you can actually play and not just talk smack.”. “Oh yeah! If we are partnered up together you’re totally going down!” I say taunting the older girl. “Sure…” she trails off with a playful eye roll.

As we were getting ready to head onto the field two girls walk up to us. The first is tall with long, dark hair while the other is a bit shorter with curly blonde hair and glasses. “Who’s this?” one of them asks. “This is Ellie.” Nat says easily. “The Ellie?” The tall girl questions with a knowing smile on her face. “Oh, you mean the girl you’ve only been taking about half the summer.” The curly blonde jokes. Then it clicks these are Nat’s soulmates, she’s been talking about them all summer! “Hi,” I begin before continuing with, “you guys must be Lottie and Misty, Nat’s told me a lot about y’all.” “Oh has she?” Lottie says with a smirk on her face causing Nat’s cheeks to pinken slightly. Turning to me both girls introduce themselves properly before Lottie ask us to join her in warming up on the field.

Once we get outside, we waste no time in joining the growing group of girls on the field doing stretches.

After a couple of rounds of stretches, I feel less stiff and nervous, easily becoming excited when Lottie purposed the idea of passing the ball to warm up our legs.

Soon, Lottie, Nat, and I are passing the ball around in a leisurely manner, making small talk as we go. When I suddenly hear Nat say, “Here comes our captain.” Causing me to follow her line of sight to a group of girls walking towards the field. Immediately, I feel warm and my body begins to feel light and floaty, sending my brain goes into overdrive making me feel almost invincible. “Shit.” I mumble under my breath but not low enough where the other girls can’t hear me. “What’s wrong, already got on one of their bad sides?” Nat jokes elbowing me. “Uh no, actually, I think my soulmates are over there.” I say watching as the two girls whip their heads back to towards the group. “Holy shit!” I hear Lottie say excitedly. “No way.” Nat adds in immediately after her. “Which ones?” Nat asks in a whisper. “I don’t know, I kinda looked away pretty fast.” I say bringing my hand to rub at the back of my neck in embarrassment. “I think it’s Tai and Van.” Lottie says to no one in particular, “Look at the way they keep glancing around.” Risking a glance a quickly follow Lottie’s gaze, my eyes landing on a tall, curly haired girl with darker skin and an equally tall red haired girl with freckled skin. And that’s all it took before I knew I’d do anything for them.

I spent the beginning of tryouts on the bench. Not because I sucked or anything, I just happened to be the only new person to try out for the team. So Coach told me to wait as he spilt the girls into last year’s JV and varsity before having them go head to head in a mock game. In the end, Coach decided to leave the teams as they were last year, telling me that I would be playing each member of JV first to see if I would make the cut.

Tryouts were going perfectly, soon I had beat out every JV player and now Coach Martinez was pinning against the varsity girls. I was pretty sure I was going to get a spot on Varsity, but I knew if I could beat one varsity girl, I was practically guaranteed a spot.

Lining up on the field, I’m met with a girl around my height with long dirty blonde hair that’s pulled into a low ponytail. “Alright Brooks,” Coach says catching the attention of all the girls on the field, “if you manage to beat Allie, you will have secured your spot on varsity for this season.” he says earning a couple of cheers of excitement from the girls.

Coach tosses the ball high in the air. Allie sits still watching as the ball falls, while I take a couple steps back to give myself a better view of the ball and Allie. As soon as the ball collides with the ground, Allie and I are on it like cats on mice.

Allie manages to gain control of the ball, starting decide how to maneuver the ball around me. She juggles the ball quickly between both her feet but she’s not moving forward, so I wait, wait for her to tire slightly before I jab my foot out, the tip of my cleat sending the ball behind Allie finally getting this game under way. I sprint hard and fast towards the ball not even sparing Allie a glance as I hear the gasps from the girls crowding the sidelines. Reaching the ball, I dribble up the field quickly, dodging Allie by stopping the ball and passing it around her back before making a B-line towards the goal.

Just as I go to line up my shot I feel my feet get knocked out from under me as my body hits the ground hard and I tumble a couple feet from where I stood. I hear Coach’s blow his whistle loudly, yelling at Allie about how that could have really hurt me, before giving her a red card.

I waste no time. I jump to my feet, bouncing slightly to shake off the pain in my ankle. I take my place, lining myself up at couple steps to the right of the ball in order to take the PK. I bounce on my toes before taking two steps towards the ball sending it spiraling right into the corner of the goal, securing my spot on varsity.

Cheers ring out across the field. Turning, I see Natalie running to me and throwing her arms around me in a hug, “Guess you weren’t just talking smack.” she said laughing. “Told you I wasn’t.” I said back.

As the cheers settled down, I heard Coach begin to speak, “Before we call it a day, I want one more varsity girl to go up against Brooks here. Any takers?” “I will.” I hear from the crowd of girls watching as the same dark skinned girl, who I had only hours ago come to realize as my soulmate, volunteers herself. “Let’s see it then.” Coach says as we take our places.

The ball goes up and comes back down just as it did moments ago when I was playing against Allie, but this time I’m not met with much resistance as I settle the ball, not giving it a chance to bounce before I began to veer right only to be met with a flurry of cleats beating against mine. She’s ruthless I think to myself, as I finally resort to shoving my shoulder into the taller girl before me. Big mistake. The mark on my arm erupts with a warm heat spreading through my body like a forest fire. We both pause. “It’s you.” she breathes out, clutching her arm in the exact place where her mark is etched on my skin.

“What’s going on?” Coach asks not even a second later. “They’re soulmates Coach!” I hear one of the girls, probably Lottie, screech excitedly. Coach says nothing, deciding he’s perfectly content to let us test the waters on our own time. “Hi.” I say breaking the silence. “Hi.” she says back a smile forming on her face. “I’m Ellie.” I say extending my hand towards her, “I’m Tai.” she says back as our hands meet and the warmth rushes back over me before dimming slowly down and disappearing all together. Tryouts end soon after that.

Back in the locker rooms everyone takes their time changing as we wait for Coach to print his final decision and tape it on the door of his office.

I just finish tying the laces of my old grey converses when I hear someone walk up behind me. Looking up I’m met with the same beautiful red head that I saw on the field. “Hi.” she says her voice inviting and buoyant. “Hello.” I say back matching her tone as I stand to my full height, leaving me only an inch or so shorter than the girl in front of me. “I’m Vanessa, but everyone calls me Van.” she says sticking out her hand towards me just as I did to Tai minutes ago. “I’m Ellie,” I say before quickly adding, “well technically Elenor but nobody calls me that.” Placing my hand in hers, I feel the warmth rush through my body once more, but this time it’s different. With Tai it felt electric and strong, but with Van it feels comforting and steady. I relish in the way in the warm slowly melts away from my body.

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Masterlist- As Fate Would Have It: Prologue

Chapter 1

*Slower updates bc I have other fics in progress*

-Spring of 1955-

It was a normal spring day in every town across America, when the world was thrown into utter chaos.

Every news station across the country was playing the same message over and over, “Reports are coming in from Mexico and Canada that are a cause for concern for the American people. It is rumored that there has been an outbreak of people displaying inhuman abilities. One man even claiming to have seen someone set a building on fire! We have reached out to Mexican President, José Alvero, and Canadian Prime minister, John MacDonald, for question, but they are refusing to comment at this time.

For some, unexplained reason people began to display inhuman abilities. And within a matter of months, the people affected by this phenomenon become known as NuHumans.

-Summer of 1955-

No country, knew where or how this phenomenon occurred, but they knew one thing, it had to stopped.

In an effort to stop the spread of NuHumans, the U.S. government implemented a ban on all foreign imports. But their efforts were in vain because the number of NuHumans only seemed to continue to grow and pretty soon the whole country was on a strict lock down policy.

-Fall 1955-

The government began to restrict NuHuman rights, little by little through the months of September to November. They started by creating a data base that documented every NuHuman they could identify, listing their name, age, address, and abilities. Then they began to restrict their abilities to hold jobs, forcing them out of governmental positions, teaching jobs, and customer retail, and into office and remote jobs. Lastly, they began to make housing developments specifically to house NuHumans.

-Winter of 1955 and 1956-

Tensions between inhumans and the common population is at an all time high, with the number of civilian deaths and property damage rising every day.

The government had to take action. Starting in January of 1956, the government began a classification system of NuHumans. Those at the top of the list very considered volatile and dangerous and were set to be executed or permanently detained. While those at the bottom of the list were considered to be reasonably harmless so they were placed in housing developments where they were free to live their lives. Outrage sparked throughout the NuHuman population, and soon the rebel group who called themselves Inhumans were formed.

-Spring of 1956-

The war began. A brutal and bloody battle between inhumans and the government.

The government wanting complete control of the only people they knew could overpower them, while the inhumans just wanted rights to live freely.

The war lasted ten years.

-Winter of 1965 and 1966-

The last battle was fought on a harsh Christmas Day. The inhumans managing to force the opposing army into submission on a snowy bank in Fort Lee, West Virginia.

The peace treaty was signed January 8th, 1966, exactly two weeks after the battle of Fort Lee. There treaty stated that the NuHumans would, from that point on, have every freedom outlined to them by the constitution and they would now be known as inhumans.

•Twenty One Years Later•

Many things have changed since the treaty was signed twenty one years ago. First being that Inhumans became an important part of the United States government, playing major roles in the front lines of battle, in foreign affairs, and in military defense. Second being that Inhumans have become a rarity, just as suddenly as the phenomenon of Inhumans came about, it disappeared. Third, and finally, illegal inhuman trafficking and testing is at an all time high.

-October 16th, 1991-

A baby, small and lifeless, layed unmoving in the doctor’s gloved hands. Her father and mother begging the doctor to do anything to save their first born child.

It took five long, agonizing minutes before the baby’s shrill screams filled the room. But at the baby’s first cry, cheers and applause sounded out across the small operating room congratulating the doctor and his team for their efforts, as well as welcoming the new life into the world.

-November 21st, 1996-

The tiny baby girl was now five. She was still small but boy was she full of life and love.

The girl loved bugs, which absolutely drove her mom up the wall when she would find her daughter catching beetles in her left over butter containers, but deep down her mother didn’t care for she loved her daughter more than anything.

The girl loved playing detective, which left her dad annoyed every time something of his would come up ‘missing’, but deep down he didn’t care, for his daughter’s happiness was the best gift he ever received.

The girl loved school, because she got to make friends, share stories, sing, dance, and dream of all the things she’d one day get to do.

-Summer of 2001-

The tiny girl was now ten. She was no longer small but she was still full of life and love.

The girl loved dresses. She spent most of her afternoons with her mom in the kitchen sewing dressing that she had designed in her small notebook. And even though her mom was tired from taking care of the girl’s two little brothers all day, deep down she was happy to watch her daughter grow into a confident, bright girl.

The girl loved learning. She spent most every one of her evenings outside with her dad while he worked on his cars. She asked question after question, while pointing to and touching the things should could name. And even though her dad was tired from his long day at work, he was happy to watch his daughter grow smarter and stronger by the day.

-Spring of 2003-

The girl was now twelve. She has grown to be tall and lean.

She loves to play sports, often covered in various scrapes and bruises from her efforts off and on the fields and courts. Her mother worries about her daughter, but deep down she is comforted by the fact that her daughter is resilient and kind.

She loves to sing. She sings wherever. Her dad doesn’t understand her taste in music, but deep down he enjoys seeing her be carefree and young.

-Spring of 2009-

The girl is now eighteen. She is still tall and lean but her features have matured showing off her unmistakable beauty.

She loves doing her makeup and hair. She’s tried every look in the teen magazine called Seventeen, her mom never saw the appeal of the copious amount of eyeliner and mascara nor did she care for the bold eyeshadow colors. But deep down, she was proud that her daughter wasn’t afraid to be herself.

She loves drawing. She draws sunsets, cartoons, people on the street, and more. Her dad acts embarrassed when he finds one of her drawings inside of his lunchbox at work, but deep down he’s grateful to have a piece of his little girl close to his heart.

-Summer of 2009-

The girl is still eighteen. She’s still full of love and life and blessed with beauty.

She walks across the stage head held high and a proud smile on her face. As she holds the diploma in her hands and faces the crowd she spots her parents and two little brothers. “That’s my girl!” Her dad says standing up and clapping his hands loudly as her mom joins in yelling ‘I love you Ellie’ and ‘we’re so proud of you!” She leaves the stage feeling giddy and full of bliss.

She never forgets that feeling even on the worst day of her life.

-Winter of 2012-

Ellie is now twenty one and attending University at a prestigious college near her home town of Shiloh, North Carolina.

She’s majoring in nursing, but she’s back home for winter break, soaking in the familiar home cooked meals her mother makes, the soothing old country blues her father listens to, and the endless curiosity from her brothers.

-Christmas Eve of 2012-

Everyone is peacefully sleeping in the Wilson household. Half eaten cookies and milk sitting on the small kitchen island, a well enjoyed snack offered to the man in red who visited year round. Gifts of all shapes and sizes sit wrapped in colorful paper under a big pine tree with stockings stuffed to the brink of overflowing.

It was peaceful. Until the sound of shattering glass rang out loudly in the small room of Ellie Wilson’s room. Scrambling up in her bed she lets out a piercing scream when she locks eyes with a man in all black clothing who is grinning at her maliciously.

“Hello little one. We’ve been watching you a while and wanted to leave you a little Christmas present.” The man said placing a small box on the end of the girls bed. “Open…” the man began before someone interrupts him. “Get away from her!” Ellie’s dad says darkly. “Ah ah, not so fast Mr. Wilson.” The man says pulling out a gun of his own and pointing it towards the girl. “I’m just giving your daughter a little gift is all. No need to overreact.” the man says lowering his weapon to his side to show he means no harm.

“Dan?” Mrs. Miller questions her husband as she holds tightly to their two sons. “It’s alright Marge. This man was just leaving.” Mr. Miller says with a threatening tone. “Yep. As soon as your daughter opens that box.” The man says with no room for debate. “No.” Mr. Miller says firmly. “She will not do such a thing.” Mr. Miller finishes, looking at his daughter to get his point across.

“Oh but I think she will.” The man says raising his gun and aiming at the man in front of him, “It might be the only way to save your life Mr. Miller.” The man says a sick grin on his face. “Open the box Elenor.” The man says through gritted teeth. “No.” Ellie says her voice wavering in fear. “Wrong answer.” The man says pulling the trigger, watching as the bullet lodges in Mr. Millers abdomen. “NO!” Ellie yells going to join her mom by her father’s side before the man turns his gun on her younger brother Adam. “Open the box.” The man says monotone, “You can still save him” the man says gesturing to Ellie’s dad who’s bleeding out on the floor.

Looking at the small red wrapped box at the foot of her bed, Ellie begins to tears the paper off hastily. Before pulling off the top of the little box, she takes one final look at her family. Her mother’s pleading eyes bore into hers while her littlest brother Ben sobs fiercely into Adam’s arms. Quickly pulling the top of the box off, the space around Ellie’s room is immediately covered in a blueish green mist.

Looking down at her body, she watches in horror as a grey casts forms on her hands and spreads up her body. “Mom!” she yells before the grey cast consumes her whole figure.

Coming back to her senses, Ellie quickly looks over her unharmed body before snapping her head up to look for her family, only to find them gone. “I’m sorry little one.” the man says, they weren’t destined to make it.” he finishes with a sorrowful look on his face. “What? What do you mean? Where did they go?” Ellie says in a state of shock. “Right there.” The man says pointing to the four piles of dust. “No. No, No,No!” Ellie says slamming her hands on her bed as sobs wrack her frame. “They weren’t destined.” The man repeats. “Destined for what?!” Ellie screams furiously. “For greatness.” The man finishes before he just disappears.

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It Watches

The air surrounding the cabin is frigid, small snow flakes drift towards the frozen ground. There’s light that peaks out from between the small wooden planks of a once deserted cabin, the light comes from the small fire inside.

There’s people inside the cabin, lying in random places across the old wood floors. Some of the people are sleeping, their soft snores and deep breaths mixing with the hushed winds outside. Some of the people are quiet, paralyzed by the whirling thoughts inside their heads. And some of the people are whispering hushed, heavy confessions which sit like stones in their hearts.

“I’m scared to lose myself.” a red head girl says from her spot on the cabin floor. “I think I’m starting to.” a darker skinned girl with short hair admits. “I think I already have.” a brown, doe-eyed girl confesses softly.

Unknown to them, their confessions contort the air around them into something eerie. The wind outside becomes a howl, whistling through the cracks of the cabin wall, settling deep inside the people’s bones. The snow is now falling so thickly it looks like clouds have floated down from the sky. And in the midst of it all something speaks. Its old and relic, its tongue sounds like a haunted harmony of an old religious choir. It screams out a warning on tortured beath, ‘ohhh wey…wey’. Oh wait for the day when there is nothing left of the person you used to be.

The people’s skin have become taut over their bones, the fat from the bodies withered thin from the harsh winter. The people’s humanity slips away slowly.

Harsh words cut through the last of the frail hope that remained in some of the more innocent people. Raging arguments fracture relationships, allowing something sinister to take its place. And soon, weathered playing cards hold the fate of more than just chores.

The fading face of a red queen haunts the dreams of the people in the cabin. It taints their dreams with visions of wild people in animal skins all wielding weapons that are raised in silent triumph, the frozen Earth beneath their feet staining red as something sings a melodic, mourning tune, ‘oooo oooo’.

A girl, skinny and blonde with dark roots barrels through the dense snow, animalistic howls ringing through the frigid air around her. Dodging falling trees and hidden rocks, the girl continues forward death hot on her tail. “Natalie. Stop!” a young boy yells catching up the the girl, “I know where we can go.”

The boy and girl run step and step through the snowy forest. They’re so close. The ice beneath their feet crunches lightly. They’re so close. The girl falls her hands and knees hitting the bitter cold but they don’t stop even as the howls and screams of the girls behind them consume their thoughts.

They’re so close when the ice shatters, plunging the boy into freezing, black water. The girl grabs his flailing arms trying to pull him out but someone pulls her away, holding her down as the boy’s gargled pleas fade away. The people watch as he dies. Their humanity fully lost to the wilderness.

The red queen emerges in the darkness that night, bleeding the innocent onto the ground. Somewhere if the distance, it watches, satisfied. It is now a part of them. It flows through their blood, tangling in the helixes of their DNA. It knows they are lost, never to return to the people they used to be.

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You Never Were

- Natalie Scatorccio & Unnamed Reader

She was never the prettiest girl. She never was the smartest in class. She was never the perfect daughter. She never was anything.

She grew up slow. Her summers were spent picking berries and drinking from the water hose. Her springs were spent chasing butterflies and picking wildflowers. Her autumns were spent jumping into leaf piles and wearing knitted sweaters. Her winters were spent wrapped in blankets beside a fire and singing Christmas carols. Yet, she was never anything to anyone.

She grew up alone. She cried herself to sleep most nights. She sat in the back of class. She did her homework in the living room of a quiet, empty house. She didn’t go school shopping or receive good night kisses. Because she was never anything to anyone, even the ones who promised to love her.

She met a girl late one summer in June. A girl was just like her, a girl that never was. A girl that was never brave enough. A girl that was never high enough. A girl that was never drunk enough. A girl that was never anything to anyone.

The girl had a name. Her name was Natalie. But Natalie decided long ago she preferred to be called Nat.

Nat grew up rough. Her summers were filled with alcohol and cigarettes. Her springs were filled with soccer and grass stains. Her Autumns were filled with ugly words and sneaking out. Her winters were filled with silent sobs and fleeting hookups. Yet Nat was never anything to anyone.

Nat grew up quiet. She learned to blend into crowds. She learned to speak without words. She learned to sneak in and out. She learned to bite her tongue but never forget. She learned to pickpocket and steal. She learned to walk silently through life. Because she wasn’t anything to anyone, even the ones who promised to love her.

She befriended a girl late one summer in June. A girl that liked to be called Nat. Nat didn’t mind that that the girl wasn’t the prettiest or the smartest or the best daughter.

She befriended a girl late one summer in June. A girl that liked to be called Nat. The girl didn’t mind that Nat smelled of alcohol and cheap cigarettes or that Nat slept around or that Nat preferred to sit in silence.

The girls were never the happiest, the strongest, the fastest, or the ones full of quick witted humor, but they were enough for each other.

The girls were never anything for anyone, until one summer late in June they became everything for themselves.

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Soul Ties - Chapter 1

prologue Chapter 2

-June 27th, 1995-

It’s been nine years since the crash and nine years since I moved in with my aunt and uncle. Life with them is different.

To start, my Uncle Terry and Aunt Joyce are heavy drinkers, they’ve been this way since the first time that I met them. The only time I’ve seen them pace themselves is when they knew CPS was coming by for a visit. Growing up, I knew a little about drinking, only that my mom used to sip red wine while rocking in the recliner book in hand, and my dad used to collect bottles of what I now know to be whiskey even though I only saw him drink a little after really tough days out in the field. So to say the amount of alcohol my uncle and aunt drank was a lot was an understatement.

They also don’t seem to care what I do or where I go, often preferring me to not be at the house at all. This came as a shock to eight year old me.

I remember asking if we could go to the park one day not to long after I moved in with them. I expected them to tell me to get my shoes on or tell me to wait until later in the day when it cools off as my my did a lot, but instead they said, “Go ahead, just don’t get yourself killed.” So eight your old me walked a mile and a half down the road to play at the park. My mom would have had a fit. She always made us hold hands crossing the street or when walking from the parking lot into a store, not to mention she wouldn’t even let us walk around the store alone.

Lastly, it was my responsibility from the first day I got there to take care of myself. Growing up, Momma and Daddy would do our laundry, help us put it up, get us up and dressed for school, pack our lunches, remind us to brush our teeth after dinner, and tuck us in at night. Aunt Joyce and Uncle Terry doesn’t do any of that. I learned to get myself up in the morning, after I was late to school enough times they almost called home. I learned what was or was not “cool” to wear but what others had on or the mean comments they’d say towards me. I learned to work the washer and dryer, it was kind of hard to figure out the right amount of soap to use. And lastly I learned to cook and clean.

Another different thing about my Aunt and Uncle is that they aren’t soulmates.

My mom and dad met when they were young, my mom was fifteen and my dad sixteen to be exact. High school sweethearts they called themselves. They met in math class after my mom transferred from West Town during the middle of her sophomore year.

I remember asking what it felt like to meet your soulmate. I remember them both staying silent for a long time, just staring into each other’s eyes, as if having a silent conversation before my mom finally spoke, “It’s hard to explain.” She paused before continuing, “But, I remember how I felt the first time I saw your dad.” she continued as she smiled widely at him, “It felt as if I finally had meaning, everything seemed brighter, I felt lighter, and I swear I felt floaty.” “And when we touched for the first time,” my father began, his voice sweet and soft, “It felt like my whole body was on fire. I remember her mark flared and danced on my skin like it was finally happy to meet the person it was born to represent.” “Did it hurt?” I asked wide-eyed soaking up every little detail being told to me. “Not at all, it just felt… warm.” They said the word together. “I can’t wait to meet mine!” I said happily.

I remember seeing my aunt’s and uncle’s soulmates for the first time when I was around nine. I decided to ask them about it, excited to hear another story like my mom and dad’s, but when I asked about them, all I got in response was a, “Soulmates are fucking stupid. You’re telling me the universe knows I like someone even before I’m born.” from my uncle and an agreeing huff from my aunt. I knew then they weren’t real soulmates, so I never brought it up to them again.

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Two weeks ago we got an eviction notice saying we had until the end of the month to remove our personal belongings from the house or face a fine or jail time. It didn’t matter to my Aunt or Uncle since they already signed a lease to rent a trailer in Wiskayok. It mattered to me though. I had friends, work, and sports in Trenton. As for Wiskayok, I have would, yet again, have nothing.

Luckily, the lease Aunt Joyce and Uncle Terry signed was set to begin the start of this summer, exactly two days before we were due to be moved out. I was just glad I wouldn’t have to start in the middle of the school year.

Wiskayok was pretty cool, way better than Trenton, due everything being within walking distance and there being multiple places to for me to spend time at when not at home. There’s a cinema, a music shop, a VHS store, and a diner, just to name a few. I have to admit, this move might not be such a bad thing after all.

It didn’t take long before I got a summer job cleaning the houses of some of the richer families. It was actually a decent job. It paid good enough, I got to listen to music while I worked, and it got me out of the trailer. And when I wasn’t working, I’d usually find myself reading books at the local library, buying records from the music store, or hanging out at the skate park, which is where I happened to meet the people that would become my first friends at Wiskayok.

It was a hot Thursday afternoon, probably half way through summer break, when I ended up at the skate park after my morning cleaning shift at the Putman’s. I was perched on one of the higher concrete walls overlooking the small park minding my own business when I hear someone behind me ask, “Are you going to skate or are you just going to sit there?” Turning my body I’m met with a tall, lanky boy with shaggy hair who’s dressed in all black and reeked of cigarettes and alcohol. “Sit here.” I reply turning back to face the park. “Well mind if I join you?” He asks sitting down, not even bothering to wait for a reply. “Go ahead.” I say as he settles in beside me. “You’re new around here.” he states flatly. “Yeah, just moved here at the start of the summer.” I confirm. “Cool.” he says back.

“Goth, hey man.” I hear someone say, looking up to find a pudgy red haired boy and a small blonde heading our way. “Hey.” I hear Goth say back. “Who’s this?” The blonde speaks up causing Goth to turn his head towards me searching for an answer. “I’m Ellie.” I respond. “I’m Smartass and this is Nat.” The red haired boy says jabbing his thumb to the girl beside him, “Nice to meet you.” I say politely. They don’t say anything after that, opting instead to sit on the edge of the ramp with me and Goth.

Summer passes in a blur after that. When I’m not working I’m hanging out with Goth, Smartass, and Nat. They spend most of their time drinking and smoking. I always pass up the alcohol, instead choosing to take a few hits of the blunt constantly floating around. They never question my choice to not drink, I guess they are happy to just have another person in their messed up group.

Come time for school to start back up, Nat and I have become pretty close. This is likely due to our little Friday routine of spilling our secrets to each other while high then becoming hungry and grabbing dinner at the diner before spending the rest of the night talking shit about people we see on the street while Nat catches me up on all the crazy stuff that happens in Wiskayok High School. It was nice, having someone I trusted enough to tell them the scary parts of my life. It was also nice to have someone who trusted me enough to do the same.

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Main Masterlist:

Started: 06/09/2025

Last updated: 06/18/25

Total works: 9

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Index:

One shots:

• Yellowjackets:

- Is It Just Me? (Van Palmer x Reader)

- This Might Be Something (Lottie Matthew x Reader)

- You Never Were (Natalie Scatorccio & Reader)

- It Watches (Natalie Scatorccio & Reader)

- Lullaby (Yellowjackets & OC)

Blurbs:

• Yellowjackets:

- Bad Dreams (Shauna Shipman & Jackie Taylor)

Series:

• Yellowjackets:

- Soul Ties: TW: child sexual abuse

• Marvel/AOS:

- As Fate Would Have It

Short Stories:

• The Man Over There

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Soul Ties-Prologue

Before You Read Chapter 1

-June 4th, 1986-

I sit happily between my two older brothers, Emmett and Elijah, swinging my feet as we sing along to Everybody Have Fun Tonight by Wang Chung.

“Are we almost there?” I hear Emmett ask as the song ends. “Almost, just another hour or so.” I hear my dad say back as he lowers the volume of the radio, “Does anybody want to stop for a bathroom break? There’s a gas station about ten minutes up the road.” I didn’t really feel like stopping, but I knew we would especially after Emmett says, “Yes please, I really have to pee!”

Pulling into the gas station, I look around the mostly empty parking lot my eyes landing on a pretty blue eighteen wheeler taking up half the space beside the building. But I didn’t get to look long before I feel my mom grabbing my hand and pulling me towards the store doors. “Alright,” my dad begins, “let’s make this fast I want to reach the city before it gets dark out.” I couldn’t contain my giggles as I watched Emmett and Elijah push and shove each other as they raced to the bathroom, with Elijah winning and sticking his tongue out at the pouting Emmett.

“Momma?” I call earning the attention of the tall dark haired woman a couple feet in front of me. “What are you looking at?” I ask coming to stand next to her. “These,” she says chuckling, “are a nasty habit.” she finishes a teasing smile on her face. “Like daddy’s cigarettes?” I question her. “Exactly.” She says turning to walk towards the bathrooms to check up on my brothers, leaving me staring at the tall bottles of liquid that seems to simmer in the overhead light.

As we pile into the car the sun is casting a warm glow across the gas station parking lot, making it look almost homey.

As daddy finally gets us back on the road, I feel my eyes begin to flutter shut, the sound of my brothers bickering fading into the background.



We’re upside down. At first I think I’m dreaming but the pain coursing throughout my entire body is enough to make me sob. “Mommy!” I scream “Daddy!” I beg. Turning to my side I see Elijah looking at me, his eyes open not blinking. “Bubba?” I whisper quietly “Wake up.” I plead fruitlessly. Peeling my eyes away from Elijah I turn my head to look for Emmett only to find his seat empty. “Emmy?” I yell frantically reaching down to unclip my seat belt. “Emmy!” I yell again pushing the buckle down before I fall towards the roof of the car.

I lay there dazed. My body no longer hurts but I can’t stop crying. Crawling over the broken glass and through the shattered window I finally see Emmet, his body twisted and bloody. I crawl towards Emmett, laying my head on his chest. I can’t feel his heart beating. I can’t feel him breathing. I can’t feel the life my big brother always had inside him. But I can feel myself begin to cry harder and I can feel my chest tighten as it becomes harder to breathe. I close my eyes, hoping I die too.

I wake up in a small room on a small bed. I’m hooked to machines that are constantly beeping. “Mommy?” I say my throat scratchy and raw. “Daddy!” I say a bit louder this time, almost relaxing as I see a tall figure enter the room only to realize it wasn’t anyone I’d ever seen before. “Hey sweetheart.” I hear the lady say quietly. “How are you feeling?” She questions me sweetly. I stare at the lady in front of me, she’s tall like my mom but that’s where their similarities end. While my mom had long wavy dark brown hair, green eyes, and tan skin from the summer sun; this lady has short, pin straight blonde hair, brown eyes, and pale skin. “Where’s my mom?” I ask her feeling my eyes begin to sting. I watch as she clears her throat and throws me a smile that makes her eyes look sad. “I’m sorry little one,” she begins trying to keep her voice from wavering, “your parents and brothers didn’t make. They were dead by time the ambulance got there.” she says solemnly. I don’t remember very much after that, just screaming and flailing my body despite the sharp pains that wracked it.

A week later, I began to heal. My bruises fading from deep indigo to a light dusty purple, the cuts on my body scabbing over, and the deep ache in my body finally going away.

A couple days later, I meet a man, his name is John and he works with kids like me, kids who have no where to go. John is kind but he keeps his feelings inside, just like my daddy. While John shares similarities with my daddy, he looks nothing like him. John is short and chubby with a bald head and a thick beard covering half of his face making his blue eyes look brighter, reminding me of the eighteen wheeler at the gas station. My daddy was tall and lean, but he always had a bit of a belly, he also had a small beard that only covered his chin and mouth. Unlike John, my daddy had thick brown hair and brown eyes. They always reminded me of the chocolate syrup on I put on my ice cream after dinner.

A couple of days later, I find myself in a nice home with a lady, a man, and their two sons. They were nice, but I didn’t talk to them much. I missed MY mom and my dad. And their sons weren’t MY brothers. My brothers were ten and twelve. They were also loud and funny. These boys are eight and nine. They are always quiet and really shy. They both have blonde hair though however, one of them has blue eyes and the other brown. They look nothing like Elijah or Emmett. My brothers and I have brown wavy hair and tanned skin. With Emmett having dad’s chocolate eyes while Elijah and I have mom’s green ones.

John came back about a week later to check up on me but to also let me know that I wouldn’t be staying with the William’s much longer because they found an aunt and uncle that was willingly to take me in, the only catch, I’d be moving from Texas to New Jersey.

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Masterlist: Soul Ties

Prologue

Before You Read:

Van Palmer x Tai Turner x OC

Soulmate AU

OC’s name is Elenor “Ellie” Brooks

Major Parings:

Van x Tai x Ellie

Shauna x Jackie x Melissa

Nat x Misty x Lottie

Minor Pairings:

Akilah x Laura Lee x Mari

Chrystal x Gen x Robin

Britt x Rachel Goldman x unknown Yellowjacket #15

Van’s Soulmate Mark:

- comes from her love of music and movies. She often uses music as an escape from reality.

Tai’s Soulmate Mark:

- comes from Tai’s inner struggles between following her heart or following her head.

Ellie’s Soulmate Mark:

- comes from her brushes with death but her love for light.

Face Claim: Lauren Cohan

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This Might Be Something

-Lottie/Unnamed Reader

The cabin is colder tonight due to the winter winds finally descending upon the woods. The chill seems to bring with it a longing feeling, one that settles deep into everyone’s bones, even more than the cold does.

“Do you guys think it’s closer to Thanksgiving or Christmas?” Mari asks from her position by the fireplace. “Probably Thanksgiving. It isn’t cold enough to be Christmas yet.” Tai says as she begins to plate the last of the stew. “Do you think it will snow soon?” Mari continues without taking her eyes off of the fire. “I hope not.” I grumble, “it’s cold enough without it.”

As the sun sinks lower, the cold only grows stronger, and soon everyone is huddled around the fire their bodies pressed together for extra warmth. “Scoot closer.” I say to the person against my back. “I’m cold.” I finish, as I feel my teeth begin to chatter.

I feel them wrap their arms around my waist before pushing their front flush against my back. “Better?” They ask. “Much better. Thanks Lot.” I say squeezing her hand.

Two weeks later the first snow falls, causing the cabin to become almost frigid even with the heat of the fire. “Stupid snow.” I mumble, which earns me a chuckle from Mari and an ever so optimistic response of “If we had a heater and better blankets I’d be kinda nice.” from Laura Lee said. “I guess it would be fun to make snowmen and snow angels.” I say to the sweet blonde, trying to match her happy demeanor. “I’d want to build a snow queen.” Lottie says from beside me, “I’d even give her a flower crown.” “That’s cute Lot.” I say as I lean my head on her shoulder. “You could make one too. So they can be friends.” She says stifling a yawn and resting her head atop mine. “I’d like that.” I say nuzzling further into her side.

The next morning there’s at least three inches of snow covering the forest floor, making the woods appear scenic like something plastered on the front of a holiday postcard. “It’s pretty, don’t you think?” I hear Lottie question from behind me. “Breathtaking.” I say as the heat from my breath tints the air around me white. A comfortable silence stretches between us until I hear her ask me ever so quietly, “Can I talk to you? Somewhere private?”. “Of course.” I say back with a hint of questioning in my tone.

Finding ourselves a couple feet past the tree line, I notice Lottie shifting on her feet. “You good Lot?” I ask, watching as her eyes tentatively reach mine. “Yeah, I’m ok.” she replies. “So what’d you want to ask me?” I question her softly. “Are we friends?” She asks, her eyes never leaving mine. “Of course you’re my friend Lottie!” I say with full conviction. “Am I your best friend?” she continues on. “I would hope so.” I joke, but quickly clear my voice when I see the serious look on Lottie’s face. “You’ve been my best friend since the day we were assigned as partners for our fourth grade science fair.” I answer honestly.

I watch as she mulls over the words I just said, her eyes dancing from her feet to the trees back to her feet. “So there is nothing?” She asks meeting my eyes once more, “Was it all just another cryptic vision.” she continues, but his time I feel as though the statement isn’t directed towards me. “Lot?” I prompt receiving no answer from the girl in front of me. “Lottie.” I state more firmly this time, trying to draw the girl out of her head. “Charlotte!” I yell, grabbing her shoulders causing her to jump. “What are you talking about?” I ask my hands still placed firmly upon her shoulders.

“You don’t feel it?” she begins softly her eyes once again finding her feet, “This…this something between us.” I don’t answer right away, even though I know what she means.

I have trouble sleeping if she’s not next to me. She tells me every vision she has as soon as it happens. I give her some of my food if I notice she becomes spacey too often. She saves a seat for me beside her whenever we eat or Van tells us stories. I stare at her too long to be considered friends. She touches me like she wishes we were more. But I just thought she was being Lottie, never did I stop to consider she might like me more than just friends.

“I feel something too.” I admit watching her face morph back into her usual liveliness. “Would you want to try?” she asks slowly, as though she can’t figure out how to put what she’s feeling into words, “Try to figure this something out?” She clarifies. “I’d be a fool for not wanting to be something with you.” I say, as I move to wrap her tightly in my arms, happy to think that this might just be something.

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Is It Just Me?

-Van Palmer/Unnamed Reader

I knew I liked girls. Not boys. 

At first I never understood why I would notice the beauty of women on the street before I noticed the handsomeness of men. 

I thought it was jealousy. I thought I just wished I had their hair, their eyes, their body. And as it turns out I did want those things but not in the sense of jealously, but rather the sense of longing, wanting. 

I wanted something I couldn’t have, not in 1995. 

Bluish green eyes, red hair, freckled skin, and a large smile. Not jealousy, wanting. Wanting to be more than friends with varsity’s goalie Vanessa Palmer or more commonly known as Van. 

Van and I have been friends since I made varsity last year. Come to find out we both have similar tastes in music and movies, as well as living in the same trailer park. Van and I hang out almost everyday after school, usually in the park down from the trailer park or the movie store a couple blocks away from the school. 

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As I sit on the bench chugging water during our five minute break at states, I can’t help but find my mind wandering to Van. Her body gleaming with sweat highlighting the freckles that litter her body. And the way her eyes are sharp and focused on the game ahead even as she jokes and laughs with Lottie and Nat. I��m soon pulled out of my thoughts by the refs whistle signaling the game is starting up again. 

Two minutes left in the game. Scores tied one to one. The opposing side’s striker sprinting the ball down the field towards Van, I watch as she tenses bouncing on the balls of her feet preparing for any shot that’s taken. 

Before the other teams striker can take her shot Allie intercepts the ball turning it back towards the goal at the other side of the field but only managing to take a couple steps before she loses the ball to the opposing teams defense. Tai tries, she really does but with Allie freezing in her spot Tai isn’t able to take the ball back before it’s kicked violently towards Van who dives towards the right side of the goal, her fingers skimming the ball, but not enough to change its direction before it plummets into the net behind her with a sharp whoosh. 

The crowd goes silent, but only for a second as cheers from the opposing team rings through the air. That’s it for the Yellowjackets. 

We walk back to the guest locker room in silence, the weight of losing states heavy in everyone’s heart, especially Van who seems to be taking the loss pretty hard. 

There’s no music playing or lively chatter in the air as we change into our regular clothes, but there are a couple of sniffles and sighs. Looking up after tying my converses I see Van on the end of the bench shoulders hunched over, slightly  shaking. 

Walking over, I take a seat next to Van, lightly tapping my knee with hers. When she brings her hands away from her face and looks at me I feel my heart clench at the tears that track down her face. Without thinking, I wrap my arms around her tightly. She buries her face in my neck trying to quiet the sobs wracking her body. I don’t know what else to do other than hold her as I rub soothing circles on her back, letting her feel better on her own time. 

After a couple of minutes her sobs quiet to soft cries which turn into hiccups. Pulling her head from my neck she gives me the best smile she can muster. It’s not as bright and silly as it usually is but it still calms the raging thoughts in my head. 

“Feeling better?” I ask softly. “A little.” She admits truthfully. “Sorry ‘bout your shirt.” She says sheepishly. “Don’t worry about it, it will wash out.” I say reassuringly. “Do you want to talk about how you’re feeling?” I ask. She just shakes her head. “Do you care if I do?” I ask this time. She doesn’t shake her head this time, she just looks at me expectantly. Clearing my throat to try to stop my voice from breaking I start by saying, “I’m mad we lost… I’m mad I let the defense get by me and pass the half field line.” I say picking at the skin around my nails, “But I’m also happy. We played as a team today, sure we weren’t all on our ‘A’ games but we damn sure tried.” I say with a little more life as I look up to meet Van’s eyes. “I’m proud of how we handled our loss today. We didn’t pick fights or point fingers. We all owned up to our mistakes and comforted our teammates.” I say with a smile forming on my face. “I’m also glad. Glad I decided to try out for soccer. Glad that I met you and this team.” I say ending my spiel. “I’m glad I met you too.” Van says a genuine smile gracing her face. 

After the bus gets back to school, Van, Nat, and I decide to head to the diner down the street for some milkshakes. “You doing good Nat?” I ask the fake blonde. “Yeah, just a little sad.” She said looking at her feet as we continued walking. “Me too.” I tell her. “Me three.” I hear Van chime in with her little bit of playfulness wedging its way into the conversation. The three of us wearing smiles the rest of the way to the diner.

“I’ll have chocolate please.” I tell the waitress taking our order. “Me too.” Nat says beside me rummaging for something in her backpack. “And you?” The waitress asks Van politely. “I’ll take a Strawberry milkshake.” She answers back sweetly. “Can we also have two orders of mozzarella sticks?” I ask before the waitress leaves. “Sure thing. It’ll be right out.” She says as she turns to put our order in with the kitchen staff. 

A comfortable silence hangs in the air as Nat finally finds the journal and pen, she had been searching for the last couple minutes, beginning to rapidly scribble something down on the paper before sliding it to the middle of the table for me and Van to see. It only takes one look at Van before we all started laughing wildly at the stupid drawing Nat had made. Sprawled out on the piece of notebook paper is a horrible stickman drawing of Allie’s face when she lost the ball to the defense on the other team. “She looks like someone just ran her dog over.” I say between giggles. “She looks like some just kicked over her sandcastle and she’s trying not to cry.” Van added. “She looks like someone grabbed the last cookie at lunch and that was the only thing she wanted to eat.” Nat said as tears rolled down her cheeks. “God we’re horrible!” I say aloud, which only warrants louder laughs from Van and Nat. 

“Here you go” the waitress begins, “two chocolate shakes, one strawberry shake, and two orders of Mott sticks. Enjoy!” she finishes receiving thank you’s from the three of us. 

After we finished at the diner, the sun was well past set, leaving the moon to light our way home. 

As we reached the first fork in the road, Van and I said goodbye to Nat, watching as she began her short walk down to her trailer at the end of the street. Soon we reached the second fork. This is usually where Van and I go our separate ways but tonight I ask, “Do you want to stay at mine? My parents are out of town doing God knows what so it’s just me at home.” “I’d like that.” Van says as we begin the two minute walk down the street to my trailer. 

When we get to the door, I dig for the spare key in the fake potted plant next to the torn welcome mat. Sliding it into the deadbolt before pushing the door open. The cool, musty air of the trailer invading my nostrils. “Come on.” I say to Van as we make our way towards the back of the trailer before taking a right, entering my bedroom. “Wanna shower first?” I ask the red head warranting a “Only if you trust me enough not to use all the hot water.” in response. “I do.” I say back without hesitation as I slip my shoes and socks off next to my dresser. 

Turning back to Van I see a dopey smile on her face. “What?” I ask playfully, “Do I have something on my face?” “Yeah,” she says raising her finger to my face, “ here (she points to the small mole on my forehead), here (she says touching the pimple on my chin), and here (she says pointing to the small scar adorning my upper lip).” “Thanks for pointing out all my flaws Van.” I joke lightly. “They’re not flaws, they make you beautiful.” She responds effortlessly. Blushing furiously I try to relive the tension in the air, “What do you want to wear?” I ask turning to pull open my drawers so she can have her pick. 

“Why do you do that?” She questions softly. “Do what?” I ask puzzled. “Think I don’t like you.” She responds looking into my eyes. “What?” I ask stunned. “Do you not like me too?” She asks back nervously. “I… I… ahem, of…of course I do. Why wouldn’t I.” I stutter out meekly. “How do you like me?” She asks. “I like your jokes, your caring nature, the way you treat everyone with respect even if they don’t deserve, and I like your taste in music and movies.” I say easily. “But you don’t like me enough to say you like my eyes or my lips?” She says on the verge of tears. I stare at her stunned for a minute before blubbering out a, “I love your eyes and your lips.” “Then prove it.” She says eyes still glistening. 

Time seems to slow, spin even, as I take a step towards Van, our breaths fanning over each other faces and our bodies slightly touching. I reach my hand up slowly. Ghosting my fingertips over the freckled skin of her cheek as her eyes flutter shut for a quick second. Pushing my fingertips slowly up her check until they rest just below her ear and my palm molds onto her cheek almost perfectly. Using my other hand, I grab her waist pulling her closer as I softly connect my lips to hers. 

The kiss is slow. It’s also a bit sloppy and awkward but it’s perfect, perfect because the girl I’m kissing is the one and only Vanessa Palmer or as most know her, Van. 

Our lips move together in a mess of gasps and pants. The pace changing as Van’s lips part letting our tongues begin to clash together. Too soon we have to pull away. Our chest rising and falling like we ran a marathon and our cheeks a steady deep pink. And as I gaze into the eyes of the lopsided grinning girl in front of me I wonder how love could ever be a bad thing.