Headcanons El & Joyce

Headcanons El & Joyce

A/n: Some of my personal headcanons for El and Joyce, beacuse we were being robbed in Season 4. Mind you they are headcanons, you don't have to agree with them. Hope you like it, feel free to tell me some of your headcanons♡

Pairing: El×Joyce (Mother/Daughter)

• All throughout season 3 El wanted Joyce and Hopper to finally date, so that Joyce and the boys would be part of the family

• El admires Joyce for being so strong

• Joyce is technically the only woman in Els life, so El takes her as a role model and really wants to be like her

->  hence the hair style etc., probably told the hair stylist to cut her hair exactly like Joyce's

• After Hops "death" El writes him letters and without noticing starts calling Joyce "mom" in them

• They find comfort in each other, cause noone understands the loss of Hopper as they do

• El reminds Joyce of Hop and Joyce reminds El of Hop

• Joyce doesn't feel different about her than she does about her boys, they're equally her children

• El would fight the world for Joyce

• Vice versa

• El used to go to Joyce if she had girl problems, even when Hop was still there and they lived in the cabin

• Joyce swore herself to be the best mom for El because she felt like she owed it to Hopper

• If Joyce would have known about Angela and the bullying she would have run that school down

• After seeing El do the diorama of Hop and the cabin Joyce cried for an hour

• Joyce never gets annoyed of explaining and teaching El new words

• Before El could go to school, Joyce did a bit of home schooling so that Els disadvantage wouldn't be too big

--> they bonded alot through that, cause it was just the two of them

• El didn't want to tell Joyce about her problems in school cause she was embarrassed and didn't want Joyce to worry, cause she's been through enough

• El sometimes heard the name Lonnie around the house and when she asked Will about it he told her about the abuse etc.

--> El was furious cause she couldn't understand how you could be so bad to Joyce (protective daughter)

Them accutally making Seven queer AND having the Guts to give her a girlfriend makes me so happy I sob

When I was a kid I always thought Seven was gay or something, and she meant so much to me. I never understood why I related to her so much and they stupidly gave her to Chakotay, but her now being with Raffi makes the Child in me scream

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I was going to write a billion other things but I just finished this instead.

Mina needs to be protected at all costs because she is just hurt and sad. She is NOT mean.

Pairing: Wilhemina Venable x Reader

Words: 1,436

Genre: hurt/comfort

She could feel every muscle in her body, every single bone, the blood pumping through her veins. She felt like her body was about to betray her, about to give up on her. She tightened her grip on her cane, her knuckles turning white. Holding her body upright took all the strength she could muster, the pain in her back almost making her fall to her knees. She felt like crying, felt like screaming. Her ears were ringing and if she would loose her death grip on her cane, her hands would tremble uncontrollably.

And yet, her face remained unmoving. No one was able to be able to see her discomfort, her pain. No one - except you.

You had been working for Wilhemina Venable for the last two years. It wasn’t like you had always gotten along but over time she had come to trust you, even considered you one of her friends - maybe even her only friend. There would be nights were you would call her and even though it was mostly work related, you usually ended up talking about your days and plans for the weekend. On her birthday you took her to the museum and even though she tried to hide it you knew it was probably the first time someone had done this for her.

Over the years you had learned to read her like an open book. She had more telltale signs than she would ever think.

Whenever she was in pain she would grip her cane just a little harder. She would drag her feet over the floor just a second longer. When her cane hit the floor it was just a little louder than usually. Her responses would be even shorter, her voice even colder. But you could always see it in her eyes. They would be darker, harder, devoid of any emotion for she would rather seem dead than in pain.

Jeff and Mutt were still talking and from the way she shifted her weight from one leg to the other you knew that she couldn’t stand much longer. She bit her lip, almost drawing blood and her eyes closed for a second too long.

You cleared your throat, “As much as we’re enjoying your ramblings, Ms. Venable has another important meeting she has to get to. So if you’ll excuse us.”. You weren’t even sure if they heard you. They were still rambling on but you just couldn’t bring yourself to care.

Wilhemina looked at you quizzically but you just gave her a nod. She walked to the door slowly, trying to keep her posture upright. She could hear her mother’s voice in her head - always telling her to be strong, to stop making a fuss, to just keep her back straight.

You walked right next to her, keeping your eyes fixed on her body, ready to catch her if she would fall. She walked faster now, like she was trying to get away. The sound of her cane clicking turning into laughter. Memories came flooding back to her - how everyone made fun of her, how they would laugh at her and call her names, how she always felt like the monster under their bed.

When you finally reached the door to her office she couldn’t hide her trembling hands anymore. She fiddled with her keys only to drop them to the floor, letting out a shaky breath. You immediately grabbed them, gently motioning for her to step aside so you could unlock the door.

Upon entering her office, Mina could barely stand anymore. You gently linked your arm through the one not holding on to her cane, wordlessly guiding her to the armchair in the corner of her office. You gently eased her down, taking her cane out of her hand and leaning it against the table next to the chair. You went to your desk and opened the drawer, finally finding the painkillers you were looking for. When you had first started working for her you had written down the name of the pills she would usually take so you’d have them on hand if she ever needed them. You took a bottle of water from her fridge and brought both over to her, placing it on the table.

Mina could barely look at you. When your eyes found hers you saw all the pain she was trying to hide, all the embarrassment she felt, the humiliation of showing herself in a vulnerable state. Of being human. “Mina. You should take the pills.”, you motioned to the little bottle next to her while you handed her the water. And to your surprise, she did as you told her.

“It’s too bad they only can ease physical discomfort.”, you almost didn’t hear her, “I wish there was something I could take that would make the memories go away.” When you looked at her you realized she was staring ahead and you were sure she didn’t realize she said those words out loud. Her eyes were glossing over, a layer of tears which were threatening to spill gathering in her brown orbs.

You knelt in front of her, trying not to startle her, your hand gently touching her knee. “Mina, it’s okay to be in pain. It’s okay to feel hurt and sad. You don’t need to hide. At least not when you’re here with me. I understand and I wish I could do anything to help.” You were surprised when she looked at you, a tear making it’s way down her cheek followed by another. And another.

You could not imagine how much pain she must be in for her to let you witness her like this. In all those years she had never let you in on any of her struggles. “It hurts. Everything just hurts so much.”, she whispered, tearing you away from your thoughts, meeting her gaze once more. Tears were still escaping her beautiful eyes, her cheeks stained and her lips trembling. You could almost feel her pain, her anguish and you wanted nothing more than to take it away and carry it for her instead.

You gave her a sad smile which she did not return, averting her gaze when a new onslaught of tears captured her body. You decided you could not just sit around so you got up and held out your hands. Mina looked at you and then at your hands for a while and when you thought she was just going to ignore you, she took them in hers and intertwined her fingers with yours.

You gently pulled her upright, your eyes never leaving hers. You looked for any signs of her being uncomfortable and when you could not make out any you encircled her shaking body with your arms, holding her close to you.

You felt her whole body tighten but you just held on to her and after a while you could feel her leaning in to your embrace. You gently let one of her hands wander to the back of her head, gently playing with her hair. She buried her face in the crook of your neck, finally allowing her concealed emotions to come out of their hiding space. Her beaten body shaking with sobs, all of her pain overwhelming her. You could feel her legs giving out so you held on tighter to her frail form, slowly sitting down on the chair while you pulled her into you. She held on to you like she would to her lifeline, her grip tight around your neck. You rubbed circles on her back, trying to calm her while you whispered in her ear that it was okay to be sad, to cry, to scream. You didn’t think she actually heard you but you needed something other than her sobs to focus on for you would just cry with her if you weren’t.

When her sobs turned into sniffles and her grip loosened a bit, you opened your embrace, not wanting her to feel trapped or suffocated. “Just a while longer, please.”, you heard her whisper and your heart broke for the woman sitting on your lap.

And then you realized that no one probably ever held her before. That she had never felt a loving, comforting embrace in all her life. That she didn’t know what it felt like to be taken care of, to be protected, to the be loved. You encircled her once more, trying to pour all the love and warmth you could give into her while you rested your lips against her forehead. “I’ll hold you forever if you want me to.”

Dreaming of You (Larissa Weems x f!Reader)

Synopsis: You've been dealing with prophetic dreams your whole life, but when a certain face keeps popping up, you find her in an unexpected place

Words: 2.3k

Warnings: mentions of death, mentions of car accidents, mentions of being disowned, swearing, lil bit of smutty stuff

You’d been plagued by odd dreams for as long as you could remember. It had taken a long time to realise exactly how odd they were. You’d see things happening in your dreams weeks or months in advance of your waking life, leading you live in an almost constant state of deja vu. Telling your parents, they’d been brushed off, considered nothing more than an overactive imagination.

That was, until you’d dreamt about your father’s death. You saw it playing out in front of you, the car speeding towards him, out of control, weaving over the road, the impact of the hood against his body, bouncing over the top, left for dead on the road. You’d woken up screaming, images of his blood pooling on asphalt stuck in your brain.

Two months later he was dead.

You hadn’t ever expected your mother to lay the blame of his death at your feet. She’d accused you of causing it, of being a witch, of bringing this all down on her. She’d sent you away to live with a distant aunt.

You’d never spoken about your dreams to her.

Instead, you’d immersed yourself on the internet, doing as much research as possible. You’d gone down rabbit holes, chasing ghosts of people who might be like you. So much of it was bullshit. Until you stumbled across a mention of Nevermore on an old forum many years later.

That was the night the dreams started.

Fingers tangled in silver hair between your legs, tongue lapping at your entrance, pleasure building. You awoke with a gasp on your lips and a throbbing between your legs.

Every night since then you dreamt of the same woman, sometimes gloriously naked, sometimes between your thighs, sometimes smiling at you or laughing. Every single time you woke with an ache in your heart and a need you couldn’t express in words. More often than not you woke unsatisfied, your hand not nearly as welcome as the woman in your dreams.

No name, no clue of who she was or where you might find her, the dreams plagued you in your waking life. Glimpses of your future, still out of reach, but so desperately wanted.

Continuing your search you found Nevermore’s website. A school. You hadn’t been expecting that, but you watched and waited, for what, you didn’t know. This, you knew, was where you were meant to be. It felt right.

It was a gloomy morning when the notice went live. A teaching position had opened up, calling for someone with an understanding of the divine. You sent in your application, knowing it was a long shot, and waited.

All of which led to you standing in front of the door to Principal Weems’ office on your first day as the new teacher. You’d flown through the interview, accepted the position, and moved to Vermont.

You raised your fist, knocking on the wooden door. A woman’s voice called out, asking you to enter. With a deep breath you pushed the door open, stepping over the threshold into the warm office, and froze.

Seated behind the desk, looking up expectantly at you, was the woman from your dreams. Your breath caught. Even if she wasn’t your future, you’d want her to be. Such beauty had no business existing in the world. Your heart was already yearning for her.

“Welcome, “she said standing from the desk. You could have collapsed there.

You walked over as if in a daze. She held her hand out to you and you took it, the first brush of skin sending an electric current through you. You knew that touch, knew what those fingers would be capable of. You were ready to drop to your knees in front of her.

She said your name, the sound of it enough to steal your breath. You’d heard that voice say it, moan it, scream it as you brought her pleasure. You’d heard her whisper it into your skin, heard her caress it with untamed love, heard her say it with a laugh. You wanted her to keep saying it until you came undone in front of her.

“I’ve heard you have premonitions of the future,” she said, retaking her seat, gesturing for you to take one of the chairs in front of the desk. You lowered yourself on wobbly knees, doing your best not to show how much you were trembling.

“Yes, dreams mostly, although I’ve had success with tarot and crystal balls,” you replied.

“I suppose you saw yourself teaching here,” she said with a smile.

“Only metaphorically,” you said, “no premonitions, just a wish.”

“Indeed?” Her brow raised.

“I haven’t met others like me before,” you said, “or at least not that I know of.”

“Yes, some abilities are not as obvious as others,” she said, “I’m glad to have you on our staff.”

“Thank you.”

“I’ve been informed you’ve already been shown to your quarters,” she said, “I must apologise. I usually try to do the introduction. However, a student left a rather unfortunate surprise in the kitchen we were unaware of until now.”

“Kids will be kids,” you said with a shrug. The thought of her showing you the room you’d be sleeping in was too much. Her and a bed being the same room would lead your mind down a dangerous path of memories.

“Yes, quite,” she said, “well, if you have any issues, please do not hesitate to call on me. I look forward to seeing your work.”

She stood, offering her hand again. You took it, hoping the shiver could be played off as nerves. Her eyes swept over you and you wondered what she saw.

You scurried out before she could look deeper, not wanting her to see what your dreams had shown you. You hadn’t been expecting that when you’d sought out Nevermore. You hadn’t known to prepare for it.

If you’d hoped for a reprieve from your dreams now you’d met the woman, you were sorely mistaken. Every kiss, every touch was burned into your brain, still following you in your waking hours. You could barely look at her without heat filling your cheeks and wetness collecting between your thighs.

On the last night before the students were scheduled to arrive you found yourself watching the sunset out over the water, legs swinging from the dock. Your head was tilted back as you let the cool breeze wash over your skin. A particularly wonderful dream was replaying in your head, one that didn’t leave a throbbing need between your thighs for once.

“You look rather peaceful.”

You jumped, having not heard anyone approach, so caught up in your thoughts. You blinked, turning to look up at the familiar towering figure. You hadn’t been avoiding her, per se. You were just never sure what to say around her.

“I didn’t expect it to be so beautiful here,” you replied, turning back to the sunset.

“You truly didn’t see Nevermore in a premonition?” You could feel her approaching you.

“No I…” She was making it hard to think, “I found the website online. It felt right, me being here.”

“I hope you continue to feel that way.”

You weren’t expecting her to drop down beside you, legs dangling off the pier, arm brushing against yours. It was the closest she’d gotten to you since your arrival, her floral perfume wrapping around you in a way that was familiar, and yet so much better than your dreams. You held yourself still, worried you’d lean into her if you didn’t.

“I’ve been hearing reports from other staff members that you’re settling in well,” she said, “that you’re a kind and conscientious team member. You appear to be fitting in well.”

“I’m trying.” You weren’t sure what else to say.

“It makes me wonder if I’ve done something wrong.”

You turned to look at her. Her blue eyes had lost their sparkle, and her lips were turned down. You hadn’t seen that look before, not in all your months of dreaming about her.

“How would you have done something wrong?” you asked.

“I don’t know. That’s why I thought I’d ask,” she replied.

“Of course you haven’t.” You shook your head, turning your gaze down to your fingers twisting together in your lap. You were already messing up your future.

“You treat me differently from the rest of the staff. You’re more distant with me.”

You didn’t bother disagreeing with her.

“Have you seen something that’s going to happen involving me?” she asked instead.

You felt your cheeks burn and your eyes darted up to her. She tilted her head at your reaction, leaning closer as her gaze swept over you.

“You have.” She didn’t need you to confirm it.

“It’s nothing bad,” you said, “or, at least, I hope you don’t think it’s bad. Come to think of it, it might not be welcome news. This is why I don’t often tell people what I see. They react badly, usually. But it’s not bad. I haven’t seen anything bad about you.”

“When did you have this dream about me?” She looked at you intently.

“Does it matter?” At least she thought it was only one dream.

“I’d like to know,” she said.

“Seven months ago,” you said.

“You told me you’d never had a premonition about Nevermore,” she said.

“I didn’t know you were Nevermore.”

You chanced a glance over at her. She was watching you and you could almost see the gears turning in her head. Your eyes flicked down to her lips, then away again, cheeks heating. You wondered if you’d ever be able to look at her without the flutter of your heart. Your dreams were saying no.

“What happened in this dream?”

You shook your head.

“I don’t think I should say,” you replied, “not everyone appreciates knowing what’s to come.”

“I’m asking.”

You took a deep breath in, turning to look at her properly. The words were ready on your tongue, ready to spill out. She was watching you with a soft look on her face, expectant and open. You could have melted right there.

“Please?”

You surged forward, grasping her face between both hands. You kissed her hard. She froze and you drew back. Your heart thudded in your throat and your eyes widened. Terror flooded your veins.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

You got to your feet, spinning around, and doing your best to flee. A strong hand grasped your wrist, tugging you back. You tried to pull free but she only held on tighter.

“I’m so sorry,” you said again.

“I’m rather flattered,” she said and you braced yourself for a reprimand, “but I’m afraid that didn’t answer my question.”

You squeezed your eyes shut, still facing away from her. You couldn’t bare to look at her as you told her, spilling your secrets at her feet, hoping for mercy.

“I have been dreaming about you every night for seven months. Every. Single. Night. And we are clearly more than friends in them. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have kissed you but every time I look at you I, the afterimages of those dreams are there. It makes it so difficult to keep my train of thought around you. And there’s no way it would be this difficult if you weren’t to fucking beautiful. It’s driving me crazy.”

The silence in the wake of your confession was deafening. You tried to pull out of her hand again but she was still holding on.

“Look at me.” She sounded breathless, “please.”

You slowly turned, scared to see what she’d do. Slowly dragging your eyes up to her face, you couldn’t help the way your heart skipped a beat. Her face was so soft, so full of wonder, cracked open to show the light inside her. There was a small smile curling the corner of her lips and her eyes were sparkling.

“I’m not expecting anything from you,” you said, “the future isn’t written in stone. It doesn’t have to go like that.”

“Darling.” Oh, that pet name would get you into trouble, “how about you kiss me again and we see what happens?”

You gaped at her. You had no idea how to respond. All you wanted to do was kiss her again.

“Darling?” She raised an eyebrow at you.

You reached up, hand cupping the back of her neck, pulling her down. The first brush of lips was questioning, needing to know this is what she wanted. Her hands grasped your hips, pulling you towards her.

She deepened the kiss, her tongue sweeping into your mouth. You moaned at her taste, knees turning to jelly. You should have known that she would be phenomenal at this, all your dreams pointing towards it. Her teeth sunk into your bottom lip. You gasped into her mouth, holding her tighter, wanting to thread your fingers through her hair but scared of ruining how perfectly she’d styled it.

You were gasping for breath when she drew away. Her perfect lipstick was smeared and her eyes were smouldering. Your fingers gently touched her kiss swollen lips, ghosting over them. You’d never seen something so beautiful.

“Perhaps you’d like to have dinner with me tonight,” she suggested, drawing back until you were no longer sharing the same air.

“Yeah.” You nodded, “yeah I’d like that.”

She began to walk towards the school, giving you a wonderful view. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from her swaying hips.

“Oh, and darling.” She turned back to look at you over her shoulder, “I hope you know I’m planning on having you for dessert.”

Your mouth fell open before you chased after her back to the school.