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Shattered Dreams

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Shattered Dreams

"You know, you can come visit whenever you want, right?" The blue bara whispered gently, dropping you off at your bedroom window. You could have managed the climb up the fire escape, he didn’t have to drop you off, but he always did.

"Thanks, Leo," you said with half of a sad smile, trying to be polite while keeping your face turned away from him. You were never a fan of crying in front of others, and it was taking everything you had not to dissolve into tears.

"Everything will turn out alright," he comforted you, giving you half of a side hug before helping you into your room.

Always a gentleman.

Despite your tears, you were grateful for the hug. You felt a stab of guilt that he was being so kind while you were just longing for some time alone.

"Thanks," you said quietly, "see you around, Leo."

"Sooner than later, I hope," he commented with a look of concern that you missed, face still turned away.

"Bye, Leo," you repeated, hinting a little more strongly for him to go.

"See ya," he said sadly, a bittersweet smile on his face as he left.

You sat down on your bed and covered your face as tears streamed down your cheeks like rain on a window during a hurricane. Your mind was full of what happened earlier in the lair, and the pain washed over you anew.

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You had been at the lair with the guys for movie night like you always were when Don came in with a girl.

You didn’t miss it as Leo and Mike shared a look as they glanced across the room at one another, then looked back at Raph in case he seemed to have any ideas. All while taking note that all three were looking confused and worried, it didn’t escape your notice that no one seemed to be looking at you either.

"Hey, I want you guys to meet Ana Leigh," said Donnie warmly, smiling shyly as he introduced the woman behind him. "She's the one I've been talking about. We met online through that forum for WoW."

Your stomach dropped as you saw the blue-eyed beauty walk into the room from behind Don. She was gorgeous, and there was no way you could lie to yourself about it. Tall and toned, with naturally banana-curled blonde hair that fell a little below her shoulders. You could practically hear Mikey’s heart rate speed up despite the fact that you were sitting on the smaller sofa next to Leo. 

She was wearing a cute, figure-hugging little green sundress with yellow sunflowers all over it, that matched her blonde hair and complimented her eyes. The fact she was wearing open-laced combat boots and a small backpack, did little to detract from the image of a walking goddess, smiling at all of you.

"Hi, everyone! It's really nice to meet you all, finally!" She practically sang. Her voice sounded like it belonged to an angel. “Donnie has told me so much about you, I feel like I know you all already.”

You had no idea Don was even talking to someone, and inside, you felt your heart starting to shatter into a million sharp pieces. It’s all you could do to stay on the sofa beside Leo, legs covered by the throw from the back of the sofa, having tucked yourself against him while you waited for Donnie to join them all.

“Are you gonna be joining us for movie night?” Mikey asked excitedly, grinning widely and causing Raph to scowl at him.

“She’s probably here to see Donnie, bro. Don’t go making it weird by asking her to hang out with us,” scolded the red-clad turtle, cuffing Mikey on the back of the head. Turning his attention to Donnie and Ana Leigh, he flipped a hand dismissively, “go do whatever ya doing, bro. We’re gonna carry on an’ start the movie.”

Donnie had smiled warmly at the room as a whole and proceeded to lead the new guest towards his lab, already talking expansively about his computer rig. What made bile really stir in your stomach was that she was nodding along, asking questions about processor power and graphics cards.

Leo, with an arm already curled around you, gave you a small shake, “you okay there?”

Looking around aimlessly, you felt like your mind was full of static, and everything sounded like it was far away. You nodded wordlessly, and Mikey started the movie, shimmying back into his seat next to Raph and propping his feet up on the coffee table.

You may as well not be there.

Your mind had already checked out, going through your regrets and worries. The old “Shudda-wudda-cudda” routine that always filled your mind when you realized you had made a mistake. Should I have? Could I have? Would I have?

It was useless, and when Mikey called a bathroom break after only forty minutes - with much complaining from his brothers - you called it too.

“Look, I’m not in the right mind for this,” you admitted as you pushed the blanket off of your legs and climbed off of the sofa.

You were so focused on putting your shoes back on that you missed the flash of pain in watching blue eyes. Leo had hoped that you might have been cuddled up to him for a reason, but it seems it had just been for warmth, little else. You’d not said anything when he’d curled his arm around you from the back of the sofa, nor when he’d started casually stroking your arm.

But, it wasn’t like there wouldn’t be other chances to get you to notice him.

“Do you want me to take you home?” He asked hopefully, smiling kindly at you as you stood up.

“Yes, please,” you agreed with a tired smile. “I think I might just be coming down with something. I’ve been feeling a bit rough all day.”

Even a coffee-deprived Donnie would have been able to see through that lie, but he didn’t call you out. Raph just watched wordlessly from his seat on the sofa, looking at something on his phone while Mikey shouted from the kitchen about bringing in more snacks. He spoke up before you went, wishing you a quick journey home and that he hoped you would feel better soon.

Leo, ever the perfect gentleman, walked beside you through the tunnels, and then once you were on the surface, he offered to carry you the few streets to your apartment block. You had agreed because by then, you really were starting to feel rough, heartbroken, and mind blank.

Now, as you sat on your bed in the dark and cried your heart out, you had forgotten to close your curtains and didn’t realize you were being watched. Leo hadn’t left; he’d merely gone to the opposite rooftop to make sure you got to your bed okay. 

He’d not expected the tears.

His chest tightened in sympathy, and he wanted nothing more than to go back to you, to wrap you in his arms and dry your eyes. Comfort you and tell you that it would get better, that he loved you and his brother was a blind jerk.

But he wouldn’t.

He couldn’t.

Maybe one day soon, he could, but not yet.

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It was your turn to have the brothers over at your apartment for movie night. It was probably pure luck that you’d inherited the place and weren’t renting it -there was no way you’d be able to rent a two-bed place for the prices they asked for in your block.

There was still an hour until the official ‘movie start time,’ and despite the guys arriving early, you’d slipped off for a quick shower. You’d gotten back from work to find your apartment infested with turtles, but you’d smiled warmly at the welcomed company.

Now, stepping out of the bathroom, dressed in your pajamas and towel-drying your hair, you nearly jumped out of your skin to see Donnie standing there.

"Hey," he said quietly to you as you looked at him in mute shock. 

"Hey," you echoed, tone uncertain as you furrow your brow in confusion, "I thought you were watching another movie with everyone? Do you need to go?"

He swallowed and looked down at his hands, almost as if he were nervous, while his fingers moved around each other. 

"I was. Am. But I was getting cold with the seat next to me being empty," he replied, sheepishly. 

You furrowed your brow even further, trying to understand the nonsense he was talking about. He’d not come to the movie night alone, but then neither had Raph. Donnie had brought Ana Leigh, and Raph had invited Casey. Mikey had tried to invite April, but she’d been called out for something last minute to do with work.

"Did Ana Leigh go home?"

It's Donnie's turn for a furrowed brow ridge, "no?"

"Did she move seats?"

"No?" He responded, still seeming confused. 

"Then, shouldn't you still be warm if she's still there?" You replied tartly, moving past him to your vanity table and picking up your hairbrush. 

You don’t want him to see your annoyed expression, since it wasn’t Ana Leigh’s fault that she was amazing and a perfect match for the man you loved.

Donnie stood there for several long moments as if he wasn’t a certified genius, letting you turn around and look at him as you damp brushed your hair out. Finally, he appeared to realize something, and he walked up to you. Seeming to understand the confusion, he moved a strand of your hair behind your ear before his hand cupped your face in his one strong hand.

You froze up, feeling his thumb brushing over your cheek for a moment. Your heart was pounding in your chest as he leaned down, and you couldn't breathe… As he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“I’m sorry,” he said quietly, hazel eyes looking into yours, over his glasses. “I’m sorry I didn’t realize sooner. I must have hurt you with my ignorance.”

Your heart broke.

It shattered, and each piece seemed to dig into you, making you bleed.

Pulling in a shaky breath, you stepped away from him, shaking your head while fighting back the tears.

“Get out.” You whispered, knowing you were being irrational, but you couldn’t help yourself.

Anger and pain and heartbreak and sorrow and humiliation and… and you couldn’t take any more.

“Please, I-” 

Donnie tried, but your hands were balled into fists at your sides, and you didn’t want to cause a scene. You just want him to go!

“Stop!” You hissed, interrupting him as you glared. “Get out. Of my. Room!”

Licking his lips nervously, Donnie opened his mouth to say something but seemed to think better of it. Closing his mouth, he nodded to himself and turned to leave, moving as silently as a true ninja.

Feeling yourself breathing hard, you didn’t want to stay there a moment longer. Thankfully your boots were still in your room, and you grabbed a thick jumper from your wardrobe, as you jumped onto the fire escape and scurried up to the roof, pausing only long enough to pull on your boots as you climbed.

You hadn’t grabbed your phone, you’d just run.

You weren’t foolish enough to run any further than the roof, despite the temptation to slip out of the building via the main stairwell inside. You didn’t have any money on you, and you were dressed in your fleece pajamas with little lollipops on them, it was basically a walking advertisement for sexual assault.

So, you didn’t know how long you were up there on the roof, curled up next to one of the warm units on the roof, and out of the wind. It wasn’t a cold night since it was the start of summer, but you felt cold inside.

You only realized that you weren’t alone when you felt the sense of space filled near you. It was the only way you could think to describe the feeling of one of the brothers silently coming near you. It was an awareness that had grown in the time that you had known them.

“Donnie said that you didn’t want to watch the movie,” said Leo in a quiet voice as he sat down on the warm unit. “He didn’t say that you weren’t in your room.”

You didn’t say anything, staring emptily out at the city.

“You damn near gave me a heart attack,” Leo continued, seemingly speaking to the air around him as you continued to ignore him. “It was probably lucky that I was heading to the bathroom and not one of the others. Mikey would have lost his mind, and Raph would have panicked.”

There’s a worm of guilt there now.

You hadn’t wanted to worry your friends like that.

“Can I ask what’s wrong?”

Swallowing thickly, you finally moved and glanced up at him.

When you looked up at him, it felt as if, for the first time ever, you were finally seeing him.

Sitting there, with only the lights of the city to illuminate him, Leo looked like something from a dream. His blue eyes were bright but full of hurt and love as he looked down at you. His soft lips were pulled into a smirk, trying to cheer you up, but you could see that his heart was bleeding as badly as yours.

Oh god, you thought to yourself as fresh tears welled up in your eyes. I’m no better than Donnie. How did I not realize?

“I’m sorry,” you managed to whisper out past the lump in your throat.

That got his attention, and Leo shifted so he could kneel in front of your curled-up figure. You were hugging your knees to your chest, arms wrapped around your legs with your chin resting on your knees.

A gentle hand reached out and wiped away your tears, and suddenly your heart felt like it was aching all over again. Now you were hurting, thinking of all the times that Leo had listened to you talk about his brother. He had been your go-to man when you’d worked out how you had felt about Donnie, and not once had you ever guessed that he had felt anything more than friendship towards you.

“Shh, shh, what do you have to be sorry about?” He asked kindly, cupping your face as the tears slowly stopped. “Come on, tell me what’s wrong. What can I do to help you?”

Oh god.

You must be the worst person in the world.

With a whimper, you launched yourself at him, wrapping your arms around his neck, burying your face in the curve of his neck and shoulder. He didn’t even hesitate to wrap his arms around you, not moving an inch for suddenly taking your weight as well as his own while balancing only on the balls of his feet.

“Hang on, let me shift us, so we’re sitting down,” he said quietly, moving as he spoke. “I want you to be comfortable while you explain this to me.”

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It had been a month since the night on the rooftop.

You had poured your heart out to Leo, and in turn, you’d also apologized, for hurting him and being blind to how he had felt all along. You actually had to hold your hand over his mouth to stop him from interrupting you as you stammered out your apology, tears dripping off of your chin.

He’d forgiven you.

Of course, he would have forgiven you, even if you hadn’t just had your heart broken by his brother.

His brothers were his world, but they weren’t teenagers anymore. 

Life moves on.

Now, you were about to go on your first official date with Leo. He’d asked you to meet him at the lair beforehand, and you skipped in, humming happily just as Mikey was shouting about something.

“-April’s pissed off!”

“What’s going on?” You asked innocently, having no idea what had gotten the orange-masked ninja so agitated.

“April an’ Casey are fightin’ again,” Raph explained with a sigh while Mikey fidgeted around him. “She says he’s cheating on her, but he says that he has no idea what’s going on.”

“Where did she get that idea from?” You asked, surprised. “I thought those two were solid?”

“Seems that Donnie's friend, Ana Leigh, tried to kiss Casey last night,” Mikey explained, blue eyes wide with the dramatic scandal of it all. “She didn’t even try an be subtle about it either. Casey said he nearly jumped out the window trying to get away from her, an’ April was just standing there all like, ‘whaaaaat?’” 

You winced at the explanation while Raph rolled his eyes at Mikey’s dramatics, smirking despite the seriousness of the conversation. But then a thought occurred to you, and you frowned, “Wait, I thought Ana Leigh was Donnie’s girl?”

Mikey and Raph shared a look, too much being exchanged in that small moment for you to even try and understand what was going on, before they both looked over at the Lab door.

“Yeah, best to just give the guy some space for now,” Raph rumbled before turning away and heading toward the garage. “Mikey, you wanna help me change the oil in the bike?”

You saw the youngest brother open his mouth to complain that he should do that with Donnie before he realized what he was about to say and closed it again. “Alright, bro, but you owe me.”

The pair started to bicker playfully as they headed off to the garage, and you felt a warm pair of hands settle on your shoulders. A kiss was planted on the back of your neck, making you shiver and giggle.

Turning around, Leo smiled warmly down at you.

“Are you ready, Love?”

“Of course. Why did you want me to meet you down here?”

“Because I want to show you something secret, and I only know one way to get to it,” Leo explained honestly, taking your hand as he started to tug you towards one of the exits of the lair.

Giggling, you let yourself be pulled from the lair, not seeing the eyes that are watching you from the lab doorway.

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It's only once you've gone, while the sound of your voice faded away, that Donnie shut the door to his lab. Turning slowly around, he moved almost mechanically to his bed and sat down on the edge of it. He didn't have any of his gear on, not even his mask. He even took his glasses off, placing them carefully on the bedside table before he let himself go.

The tall tech-turtle folded in on himself, arms wrapped around his chest as his head flops down, tears falling in silent grief.

It hurt.

Oh, gods, it hurt.

But… he was being a good brother.

He was doing what Leo had asked him to do, all those many months ago when you’d started coming down to the lair. Leo had loved you since you’d first met, but it was only as you had become more involved in their lives that the blue-masked ninja had started to think he had a chance.

Donnie had thought nothing of it when he’d agreed to help Leo get the girl he loved.

Then, it started to become obvious who you had feelings for. In the beginning, he’d been flattered and it had taken all he could, not to respond to your compliments and gentle flirting. 

He’d told himself that he didn’t care about you like that, and for a while, it had worked.

Until… until it wasn’t working.

Until he realized that… he really did love you.

Just as much as you had still loved him at that moment.

But he had promised, and despite it all, family came first.

So he had wiped away his tears, locked away his heart, and helped his brother get the girl he’d secretly loved for nearly two years.

Donnie shuddered as tears dripped off of his chin, and he tried not to make a sound.

Oh gods, did it hurt.

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Something Bad // A Matt Murdock x Reader fic // Slow burn

Note: Okay so I finally decided to post something I've had in my docs as a draft for forever, because why not. A slow burn matt murdock x reader romance with a whole lot of original storyline and plot building in this first chapter if you're willing to stick with it until you get the entrance of wonderful and rageful Matt.

Warnings: Reference to sexual violence/assault in this chapter.

Disclaimer: I have, since writing up lots for this story and planning it out and becoming attached to my character, seen other fics using an 'empath' OC, but I have become very attached to 'Ana' and I guess daredevil and all its angst lends itself well to an empath story so I'm sending this out into the ether anyways.

Go forth and read if you would like to <3 - Red

Chapter 1. Emotions.

Sat at a cold, metal table on a particularly uncomfortable chair, you looked intently at the person sitting opposite. There sat a young girl. In her file it said she was 21, but if you hadn’t seen that and had to hazard a guess, you’d have presumed her to be around 18. The way her eyes were cloudy with tears, her hands shaking slightly as she held them up to her chin, elbows lent on the cold metal, it all contributed to making her look younger - small, in that moment. 

“It’s okay, Emma” You spoke, edging your hands forward on the table in a subconscious show of support. “You can take your time, we’re in no rush”

Emma looked upwards, then. You watched as a single tear slipped from her eye, only briefly tumbling down her cheek before Emma reached to wipe it with her sleeve. 

“I’m sorry,” Emma stuttered a little over her words, her voice raspy from emotion. “I’m being silly, I just-”

As her words cut off mid sentence, you reached your hand forward quickly to place a comforting hand on Emma’s arm. The dark tumbling of vivid feelings - sadness, shame and fear, that you were already feeling inside your chest (or stomach, mind, just about everywhere? You weren’t 100% where the feelings of others ended up locating themselves within you) multiplied until she felt overwhelmed, having to shake her head with an exhale to push through them.

“Do not apologise. You are not being silly, and have nothing to feel sorry for. This is something incredibly difficult you’re doing, and I’m here to help you through it.” You grasped the girl's hand at that point, and in the way that you still did not fully understand, a wave of whatever calm you could find within yourself washed over you and towards Emma for a moment, and the girl let out a sigh as you watched some of that pain leave her. In that moment you felt good, happy that she could provide this sort of relief for somebody, even if only temporarily and not without an increase in your own anxieties.

“Thank you, I… I think I’m ready to talk now” And Emma’s words came at a perfect time, as a few moments later your head turned to the door, a soft knock floating through. 

“You can come in” You called out to the officer you knew was standing on the other side, and then the door opened. 

A police officer with a kind face stepped into the room, you had spoken with him earlier when you had first arrived - You were pretty sure he had said his name was Brett. He sent a small smile towards you both, and his empathy for the girl's situation shone through, even if you knew he would never be able to understand her emotions quite as well as you could.

“Sorry to interrupt, I just wanted to see how you were getting on” He walked towards the table and you realised then he was holding a mug in his hand, placing it down in front of the girl, he then gestured towards it. “It’s tea.” Emma reached her hand out to grasp it and looked to give him a smile in thanks.

“Sorry Miss Johnson, I didn’t think to get you anything-” You cut off the officer - still unsure if it was definitely Brett he had said, definitely something with a B - before he could finish.

“Don’t worry, I’m fine.” You shifted her attention back to Emma as she released the hand you had half forgotten she was still holding in order to bring the mug to her lips. She seemed more relaxed now, the awful panic of hopelessness and shame creeping in having dissipated slightly.

“So, do you think we’re ready to make a full statement, or?” He trailed off slightly, looking from Emma to you. You looked to the girl, letting the silence continue for as long as necessary, giving the girl the opportunity to make her own decision. You knew her ability to say yes or no had already been taken from her at least once that day, and you weren’t about to do it again. 

“Yes, I’m ready to talk now” Emma seemed to sit up a little in her seat, lifting her head higher in her decision. 

“Okay, great. I’ll be taking it from you, if that’s okay? We can try to find a female officer if you’ll be more comfortable.” Brett added, pulling the lone chair from the corner of the room to the table in order to sit in between them.

“No, that's fine. But, could Ana stay, please?” Emma’s eyes shifted to yours, and the subtle plea held within them was noticeable, even if you couldn’t feel the emotion rolling off of her. 

“That’s okay with me, If Miss Johnson-”

“Of course” You spoke to the room, and then to Emma. “I’ll stay.” 

And so you did. 

You stayed and listened as Emma spoke of what happened early that morning, when she had been finishing a night shift at around 5am. What had happened when the sky was still dark and Hell’s Kitchen still shrouded in shadows as she made the short walk through back streets towards a bus route. As she had been grabbed, attacked by rough hands who pulled her into an alleyway. You felt fear, panic rising in bubbles from her stomach, to her chest, to her throat. And so you leant forward, taking the girl’s shaking hand in yours when she’d faltered over her retelling, stopping to catch her breath through tears, the emotions intensifying as she worked to calm them. A subtle nudge from your mind, some quiet ringing in your own ears, and you saw as Emma’s shoulders seemed to relax slightly, her rapid breaths slowing and stabilising, allowing her to continue on. You offered her a weak smile in encouragement.

There were many times in your life where you had hated the fact that you were capable of this. When things had become overwhelming when you were younger, when emotions would feel like they were strangling you in some situations.

You hated hospitals, always. The fear, the pain, the hopelessness from so many had twisted painful knots into your stomach, caused your chest to tighten and your eyes to burn, when your Mum was sick, you had avoided the hospital as much as possible, often unable to visit her. your own home, after your mum had died, now that was simply unbearable.

But in rare moments like this, You were grateful for your ability to take some of the girl’s pain away, even if you had to feel it in turn. 

Once the difficult conversation was done, Officer Brett Mahoney (you had read his name tag) had stopped the recording and explained to Emma what would happen next. Through this, though, and whilst they left the room and left Emma waiting for whoever she had contacted to come, You’s world was blurred. your body was exhausted, and a deep ache had built within you as you still felt all the painful emotions, now overwhelming your mind after such time. you had to stabilise yourself against the wall in the hallway for a moment whilst Officer Mahoney had gone to talk to an officer, closing your eyes to wait for the momentary dizziness to pass.

Hearing your name made you open your eyes, stand up straighter to face Officer Mahoney.

“Miss. Johnson, thank you for coming down.” His face was serious but the warmth shone through his eyes, as well as his feelings of appreciation, which washed over You like a hot shower, a momentary recess from the dark and cutting emotions you still had swirling within your. “Honestly, I don’t know how you do it, but you really managed to calm her down. She was a mess before, understandably. I don’t know if we would have gotten that statement until morning otherwise. Gives us a much better chance of finding the guy”.

“It’s no bother, I’m happy to do it” You sent a smile at him, your head slowly returning to functioning more capably. And as much as it did take a lot out of you, dealing with the overwhelming emotions of these difficult situations and the police station in general, you really were happy to do it.

“We’re getting a lot of similar cases at the minute” He shook his head at that and a grimace came on You’s face. you knew that, you’d had to do this for far more people lately. “It would be useful to have you there in future.”

A wave of nausea passed over you as another rush of panic and grief washed over you. You stole a glance back to the room you’d just been in, only a few feet away, and you realised you needed to get as far away from it as possible. So you reached your hand into the pocket of your jacket and quickly picked up your card, handing it to Brett with a forced smile.

“Call me here if you ever need someone again” You spoke before lifting your bag on your shoulder and turning to head towards the door, as quickly as you could without causing alarm. On the way out you felt a mixture of anger, grief, happiness, and then some more fear thrown in for good measure, all flowing out of the people sitting in the station.

Once you reached the large entrance doors, finally pushing outside into the cool air, you breathed in a deep sigh of relief. Your hands anxiously patted at your thighs, leaning your whole upper body forward as you shut your eyes, willing your brain to just calm. The emotions within you started to simmer down, as the outside air filled your lungs, it seemed as you exhaled a lot of the pain went with it, and you welcomed that calmer feeling, though some of the dizziness remained.

You hadn’t always been able to do this. As a kid you could remember people praising your empathy, a kind warm child who always wanted to make people feel better, so you supposed maybe it had always lived inside of you. Not that you really understood what ‘it’ was, but it was as you got a little older that it really started. As you started hitting teenage years, it was… overwhelming. 

As other kids started being aware of themselves; feeling emotions more deeply, feeling embarrassment, starting to explore romantic interests - You felt it all, except not only for yourself. You supposed one of the first times you realised what was happening to you wasn’t normal was in 8th grade. A girl had come into class after a couple days away, her eyes looked a little lifeless, dark circles and redness that indicated she had been crying, but none of the other 13 year olds seemed to notice this, but You did, because as she walked into the room a pit opened at the bottom of your stomach, seemingly making room for the dark horrific feeling of a sad pain mixed with guilt, fear, hopelessness and anger to enter, taking You’s breath away. As it turned out, the girl had lost her father. That was the first time you had known what grief felt like, and it certainly wasn’t the last.

You checked your phone for the time, seeing it was 5:45pm, you’d spent far more time in the police station than you had expected to, and it was time for you to call it a day. You mostly worked alone, the card you handed over simply stating your name, and a description of Emotional counselling/Advocate/Representative to try and encompass the range of things you did for people. In reality this was everything from working with somebody to calm their nerves before giving a large presentation to, what you did far more often, coaching people who were scared and traumatised giving statements and later testifying in court. You were also part of a company who provided advocates to those who were vulnerable in any legal proceedings or meetings with law enforcement, but often once you had worked with somebody, you handed them your personal card, as agencies tended to pay jack shit.

You had desperately wanted to find any way you could put this curse some would call a gift to use, to try and help people if you could. You had too much experience of not being able to help people, especially the ones you loved, which was still eagerly eating away at you. 

Near the station was a coffee shop you’d been to a few times before or after similar trips, and as much as caffeine may not help the banging headache that you had building, in that moment you really didn’t care. 

On your short walk to the shop, the fluttering of different feelings inside you that you’d grown used to continued. Somebody on the phone was clearly in love, a warmth spreading through you as you pushed past the woman smiling at whoever she was talking to. Another was stressed, walking with purpose and tension in his shoulders which had passed through to you for a moment. You shook your head, willing yourself to try to tune it out for the moment.

You reached the shop, and headed to join the queue of people also craving their caffeine fix. 

You browsed the menu as you took shuffling steps as the line kept moving up, your eyes falling on a sweet caramel filled coffee, your heart tugging towards it. When you stepped up to the counter, however, you ordered a large black coffee. You had a guilty pleasure of sickly sweet coffee, however your life wasn’t so much about what you wanted anymore. 

You took a large gulp of the bitter and hot liquid that scalded your throat slightly, but it was better than feeling the remnants of the acidic feeling of panic you’d felt there all afternoon.

Back at your one bedroomed, simple apartment You had chucked your coffee cup into the bin, your body now slightly electrified by the caffeine content, of which you were glad. You expected the night ahead of you may be a long one, and the more awake you were for it, the better.

Grabbing your laptop, you placed it on your rectangular coffee table, taking a seat on the somewhat battered hard leather couch. You then pulled the laptop onto your lap, pressing the power on button.

Once the light finally flickered on and the screen illuminated, you opened up a document you had, very cleverly you thought, entitled Mom’s recipes. Scrolling past the few simple recipes you’d stolen from the Food Network, you came to the page on which you were keeping the information you had gathered. You bit your lower lip as your eyes darted back and forth to scan the things you had previously written.

There was only just under a page of short sentences, but it was a better position than you had been in 6 months ago, so you would take it. 

“Daniel - Previous chef at Le Frère Juste restaurant had been known to have fallen into the criminal network of Hell’s Kitchen, believed to be due to a substance abuse problem Mr.-”

You stopped reading that particular sentence, which was a quote from a police report you had obtained a couple months back through means that some would possibly frown upon, including the police that it came from, which meant that perhaps it wasn’t entirely legal. What you had been more interested in was the name attached to said report. One Officer Jenkins, who you had spent time trying to track down for more information, but was so far unsuccessful.

You weren't empty handed, however. 

At the beginning was the hardest, not knowing where to look for information,how to recognise the snippets of clues that could lead to more. But once you had finally gotten one name, you’d tumbled into another, then another. you should’ve been more shocked to discover the dark, tangled web of criminal factions that underpinned Hell’s Kitchen, but having lived here since you were 6 years old, you’d already seen (and felt) much of the darkness that shrouded Hell’s Kitchen. 

The names you had gathered were few, but you were hopeful one of them could provide you with information you needed. So far you had only approached one of the men on your list, who had been unable to give you any information about Daniel or what he was involved with before he had died. You had half expected that however, having picked what you presumed to be the weakest first, to test whether you would be capable of approaching them, if you could use your ability in the right way to cause them to fear you enough to hand over information. Information you may not have gotten, but the sight of the guy running away at full speed once you’d lightened your effect on him certainly improved your confidence in the matter.

You had attended some form of fighting sport since you were a teen on and off, completing a couple years of boxing, some karate, kickboxing also. You’d figured out that punching, kicking, generally throwing yourself at things in some way was a great method for releasing some of the intense emotions pent up inside you that spilled out from everyone else into you. However, you were not technically a fighter of any kind, so 6 months ago when you’d decided this was something you would have to do, for Daniel, you’d started taking self defence lessons, and then deciding you wanted something a little more on the offensive, you’d started one-on-one kickboxing. Of course, you hoped to be successful enough at using your ability against people, but you weren't stupid, and knew you were getting yourself into something dangerous, and thought it best not to rely on simply scaring gang members into not killing you. 

Even with trembling hands, you thought, surely a gun shot would eventually be on target.

Tonight, however, you were hoping for a more successful night. you eyed the second name on your list, and the information you had gained on where this Alex Peters would be this evening by doing some, as some may say, light stalking of Alex a couple of nights earlier this week. you’d known his favourite bar hangout, and after frequenting there many times, you finally got lucky and spotted him at the start of the week, and now you knew he was going to be meeting with some others tonight in Hell’s Kitchen. 

Planning on getting him alone, and asking him what he knew about Daniel, you slipped into your darker, more athletic clothing hoping to blend into the shadows. Once you had what you needed, including a small pen knife and mace on your keys, the only physical offensive weapons you had, the last thing you did before you left was pull up your dark hood over your head.

The air in Hell’s Kitchen was cool as an inky darkness had fallen over the sky, illuminated only by the light pollution spilling out of New York City. You sat crouched on a fire escape, one you’d had to wrestle with a pull-down ladder in order to get up on to. It provided you the perfect vantage point to watch what was happening below. You held a small digital camera in your hand, nothing special since you weren't exactly rolling in cash, however it took better quality pictures than your phone did. you weren't exactly sure why you were collecting photos of the criminal rings you had been tipped off to, or what you may use them for, but it made you feel like you were doing something.

Down below, you were watching 5 men interact. One of these was the guy who’s name you’d been given, with a possible connection to Daniel: That was Alex Peters, a relatively short man with a shaved head and tattoos littering his large, muscular arms and seeping on to his neck. Typically exactly what you’d expect from some sort of intimidating muscle man for a gang. Great, You thought, you weren't exactly looking forward to trying to get information from him.

The others seemed to be a mix of associates of Alex and another group. They were discussing something in tones too hushed for you to be able to make out what they were saying, but considering the fact they were a bunch of criminals attached to everything from drugs to murder, you’d hazard a guess that it wasn’t anything good. 

They stood within a half decrepit building, either a warehouse or an old multstorey car park of which only metal bones remained, You weren't sure, but either way the damage, which was presumably a result of The Incident, made for a great hotspot for criminal activities, but also thankfully allowed you a great view from your vantage point.

Alex started to split from the rest of the pack, and your attention peaked, quickly placing away your camera into the small over shoulder bag you had, standing yourself up, a little, in preparation. 

He pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, shouting back to the others whilst he walked in the opposite direction to where they were headed towards a car trunk.

He shouted something incomprehensible, and you started to move. your footsteps light and you shimmied yourself back down the ladder you’d used to climb up in the first place. you could hear your own heart beating loudly in your ears, your chest thudding as you tried to control your breath before approaching this man. For somebody with the ability to manipulate somebody else’s emotions, you sure could struggle with your own sometimes.

You pulled your hood over your head even further, more as a comfort action than anything else. Alex had rounded the corner of a half broken down wall, You watching the light from his cigarette as you circled round in the shadows, crouching hidden behind a large metal waste bin as you ran over and over in your head what was about to happen. You would approach as quickly as possible, the minute he turned the opposite direction and then… Well you hoped that some muscle memory from your far too few kickboxing lessons and the somewhat unpredictable emotional manipulation powers would come into clutch in the moment.

In the distance, there was the loud sound of the other men, clattering of metal as they looked through their trunk and laughed together, but you couldn’t hear that. The world around had slipped away, a dull pressure building in your ears that made everything around your seem slightly slower, it built further as Alex Peters pulled his old phone from his pocket, his attention now turned away from your direction, and the fullness in your ears seemed to suddenly pop, and then everything was moving fast again; too fast.

In a swift movement, you stood to your feet, and gliding steps took you suddenly right to where Alex stood. He started to turn towards you, a breath of an almost word leaving his mouth as he instinctively raised his arm to push you away, but you stepped back, and threw your knee up quickly, your full body weight behind you as you jutted it into his stomach, winding him. 

“What the F-” Alex’s breathless words came out quickly, but you couldn’t have him alerting the other men to your presence, because then you’d seriously be screwed, so you quickly reached your hand out to his shoulder, and let an intense jolt of fear out of yourself. 

The man before you went rigid, confusion seeming to pass his face before a look of terror enveloped it. You had felt scared more than enough times in your life, and still carried enough of that around to pull it from yourself and throw it into him. So that’s what you did.

A continuous pressure of terror sent between two minds, and soon it was easy enough for you to grip him harder, bringing your other hand to his opposite shoulder, shoving him back against the brick wall. 

“Alex Peters.” your voice came out more gruff than you’d ever normally hear yourself sound. It was laced with anger, and presumably adrenaline, but you had to keep it quiet. His stuck wide eyes darted back and forth between yours and the vice-like grip of your hands. He seemed to try to speak, but was unable to, so you continued. “I’m going to give you a name. And you are going to tell me what you know.”

He just looked at you, so you moved your hand to his throat, reaching deeper within yourself to channel more intense feelings into him. He opened his mouth to speak, but instead he gave a quick nod, a bead of sweat dripping down his forehead.

“Daniel, Daniel Johnson. Do you kno-” you couldn’t finish your sentence as your adrenaline fueled trance was suddenly broken by the clashing sound you heard from just past the wall. you whipped your head towards the sound. Your concentration was broken, your mind losing its grip on the channelling emotions for just a moment. But it was long enough for Alex Peters to regain some of his composure, clearly finding his voice enough to shout out, and push you backwards, causing you to stumble over your own legs. 

Your eyes were back on him just in time to see his still shaking fist coming towards you, ringing in your ears a moment later as you were too late to fully avoid his hand connecting with the side of your temple. you doubled over for a moment, and suddenly the nerve endings in the front of your face exploded in pain, his knee having connected directly with your nose. you leant back against the metal you originally hid behind, the coolness aiding the heat burning through you. You mustered up the adrenaline to lift yourself up, going after him. 

However, as your fingers were just grasping his jacket to pull him backwards, your eyes focused ahead and saw that the other men were now approaching. your fuzzy mind had only enough time to pull into focus one word; Shit.

All of a sudden, with the distant sound of a soft thud, there was another figure standing before you. In the dim light, it seemed like just a shadow of a man. But all of a sudden, one of the men was on the floor, and the others were now focused on a new target. 

The new development didn’t keep your attention long though, with the others now running to throw punches at the shadow figure, you could turn back to Alex and throw your arms at him again. 

You grabbed his forearm, and let your mind kick into action in a way that was becoming more practised, more perfected. you threw your body weight at him, stumbling you both back against the brick wall, Alex’s back thudding roughly against it at which he let out a small cry. 

“Daniel Johnson, tell me.” Your voice was rushed, desperation sneaking through into your tone, your need for answers burning at your already gravelly throat. His eyes however were focused to his right, where over his shoulder, the other men he’d been with were either choosing to run or being beaten to the ground. His fabricated terror seemingly having found a new perpetrator in the shadow man. And he fought back against you, clearly desperate to join his fellow cowards in escape. You were pushed backwards once again, your smaller frame at your disadvantage, and for a moment your breath caught in your throat, the flash of dark metal catching your eye, the gun in Alex’s hand being lifted up towards you, but almost instantly, Alex disappeared from before you.

You could feel your shaky breaths coming back, faster than usual, the quickened beats of your heart in your ears at full volume again. The gun was gone from Alex’s hand when you looked back to him, and instead he was being hit swiftly around the head with it, knocking him sideways. you watched as the shadow of a man grabbed Alex by the neck, his other hand clasped into a fist, quickly connecting with the side of Alex’s temple. Once. Twice. A third hit, and Alex’s eyes had fallen closed, his body grew limp, and it fell to the floor as the man released his hold on his neck.

For a moment you just stood there, watching the back of the man clad all in black, your quick and shallow breaths seemingly mirroring his as his tight shoulders heaved up and down in steady rhythm. For a moment, he just stood there also. Still, unmoving. 

Slowly, he turned around to face you. You weren’t sure how you were meant to feel, having seen this man just take out 5 or more men in the space of a couple minutes, standing alone in an alleyway with him, but the large amount of adrenaline was clearly still coursing through your veins because you didn’t take much notice to how you should feel. 

What you did feel in that moment, though, was a deep seated rage. you hadn’t the functioning brain power in that moment to ponder whether that emotion was bubbling up inside of you or flooding out of the man before you. 

You watched him as he seemed to consider you for a moment, his head twitched to the side, and you tried to study him also, but the majority of his face was covered by black cloth. You took a momentary glance over his all black attire, the thin material splayed across his thick torso severely lacking in protection. Before he had the chance to say anything, the thick and red hot rage was clawing at her throat to be verbalised. 

“What the hell.” Your voice was gravelly, pitched low as you stood in some sort of standoff with this shadow of a man. You couldn’t see his facial expression, only the slight tick in his jaw as he slowly cocked his head in the other direction.

“Excuse me?” His voice was deep. It was rough and came from deep in his chest, which was still rising and falling in rapid respiration. You simply narrowed your eyes at him, reasonable thought and any sense of self preservation clearly out of the window with the adrenaline still coursing through your veins. 

“I said, what the hell, man” You lifted a hand to your hair, roughly pushing away the wisps of it that had fallen in front of your face. “I was just about to- well, whatever, but you jump in here and ruin it.” Your voice was somewhat hectic. 

With Alex Peters having run off, your chance of getting some more information about Daniel had gone with him, and at that moment, all of your negative feelings about that outcome were being filtered and thrown straight at the man before you. It seemed those feelings were mostly anger.

His lips seemed to press into an even more grim line, as he shook his head in a movement ever so slight, it may have been a subconscious reflex in his disagreement.

“If I hadn’t jumped in when I did then you’d most likely be dead right now.” He stated matter of factly, causing you to scoff.

“I can handle myself just fine, thank you.” Your hands rested upon your hips, trying to hide the way they still shook slightly from the man before you, an attempt to exude confidence, despite the way your heart rate was still racing. 

“I’m not sure I would call having a gun pointed to your head, handling yourself, exactly.” Although his lips remained in a line, his voice still grim, it gained the slightest lilt of teasing to it, and flames of annoyance built up in your chest, escaping in the way of a groan of exasperation. 

“I would have been perfectly fine, without you showing up and chasing away my- That guy.” Words flew from your mouth a little quicker than you could filter them, realising you probably shouldn’t be telling details of your plans to the stranger in front of you. 

“Sure you would.” His voice and the feelings that flew off of him held no ounce of truth. “You need to be more careful, what are you doing out here trying to talk to these guys?” His head cocked to the side once against, an almost questioning taunt to his positioning. 

His near chastising tone brought a laugh from your lips. 

“What’s it to you?” You narrowed your eyes at him, taking a small step back from him, looking him up and down from clothed face down to a tough black boot, and it clicked for you where you'd seen this shadow man before. You drew in a sharp breath. 

The Man in Black.

You’d seen the papers as you walked past the stands, you’d seen the news and heard local radio all talking about this Man in Black. A vigilante sort, who seemed to be travelling around Hell’s Kitchen and regularly beating the shit out of people.

“Well, I’m just trying to-” He started again, less gravel to his voice now he seemed to have calmed a bit, but you cut him off before he could impart his opinion on to you. 

“Stop it. I know who you are” He stilled for a moment, taking you in as you purposely rolled your shoulders back, standing a little taller before him, still feeling those sparks of rage flickering. “The Man in Black” You added emphasis to his given title with the lilt of sarcasm in your voice clear. 

“I don’t need to take advice from some vigilante, going around and spreading violence. You have no idea what I’m doing, who I am,” For some reason you hadn’t quite realised, a lot of vitriol was building into your voice as you addressed the man in black. Thinking of the many people you’d heard of him having fought. The people he’d hurt. How was he to know if the people he fought deserved it? What if it was somebody just caught up with the wrong people. Someone like Daniel. “You’ve screwed things up for me here tonight, I have a banging headache from being punched, and also knee-d actually, in the face, and now no information, so thank you very much, Man in Black, but I think this is where I’ll be bidding you goodnight. 

His lips parted slightly, which was just visible to you under the dim glow of distant street lights down the alley. It looked like he was about to speak, but before he could you heaved your bag further up your shoulder, a wince as you jolted your head with your movement, and spun on your heel. 

“You’re hurt…” His gruff voice trailed off, but you simply waved a hand in his direction, exhaustion suddenly pulling at your mind, and knowing vehemently that you did not need saving by some guy in a black mask. 

You continued to retrace your steps towards the ladder that led you back to your vantage point and a way home, empty handed. However, the deep voice stopped you again whilst you were only a few metres away. 

“Wait.” You tilted your head slightly back in his direction. “The name you said, Daniel Johnson was it-”

Anger shot through your veins, your voice coming out as more of a growl. “Don’t say that name” You simply said, watching as the man in black stood still, his lips still parted in question. But you simply turned and walked away, having had enough of the night. 

Your legs dragged heavy beneath you, feeling like logs as you battled each step. Now the adrenaline was wearing off, every step felt more difficult, and exhaustion was truly trying to pull you under the whole way back to your flat. 

As you walked down dark back alleys and hidden streets, you tried not to think about the fact that you’d had a gun pulled on you this evening, the cool metal of it still a phantom feeling against the skin of your head. Tried not to think about the fact that you could have died, and that for all of that, you still had no new information, thanks to the Man in Black. 

A couple of blocks from the location of your night's altercation, you paused, a heavy stone in your chest as you lent your head back against the cold and rough brick of an alley wall. A couple of shaky breaths escaped you, and much to your dismay, now that you were alone, surrounded by nobody’s emotions but your own, a tear slid from between your lashes down and over your cheekbone. You shook your head, and pushed off the wall with a kick of your feet, desperate to get yourself home. 

You pulled your jacket closer around your body, your hood still tight over your head, and walked quickly through the darkened and unsafe streets of Hell’s Kitchen at night, in the direction of your apartment. You kept your head down, trying your best to avoid any trouble. You didn’t think you had it in you for another fight of any kind this evening. 

You weren’t aware, however, that were you to encounter one, the man in black would be right there with you.

#matt murdock #fan fiction #daredevil #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock x fem!reader #matt murdock x oc #matt murdock x y/n #matt murdock fanfic #here goes nothing #sending this out into the ether

[alexiela73]

Hello there! Can I have Romantic hc McCree, Hanzo, Genji; Platonic Ana, Reinhardt w/ young fem!reader (around 20 y.o), who can be very friendly, funny to the others, seems very confident and says wise things, like some old man ;D, but in fact she feels very lonely and insecure about herself, and she is afraid that she is being imposed on, or that she will be abandoned in one moment.

Pardon my English and for such a big request 😅 But I hope it'll catch your eye and you'll write the answer.

Best wishes and keep safe! 🖤🖤

Hello! I'm sorry but I only do 3 characters max! I hope I don't disappoint too much! Because of how long it got I had to do only 2 though

McCree:

As long as you could remember, you've always had to be strong for the world- show that you were unafraid and able to press forward

When you and Jesse first met, he thought you had the biggest balls of anyone he'd ever seen-even for a lil' lady

The way you could make a room light up, or lead people through some of the toughest moments was something he always admired

He wanted to be the person you could lean on too, if you ever needed

Jesse didn't realize though just how tough your cover was...nor the worry and sadness you felt just beneath that shield of yours

Not until Jesse found your diary

Of course, if he'd known it was a diary, he'd never have touched it. But it was a diary disguised as a regular book. You'd left it on your bed and he'd thought it was maybe a romance novel or some thriller

When he'd opened it and realized what he was reading, he almost put it back...till his eyes caught a few words. Drawn to them, he felt his heart clench.

‘Jesse looks so happy with his friends tonight. I smile, but I feel like an outsider. Do they like me? Do they know I’m not good enough for him? I’m scared for when he realizes it too...’

Jesse had felt his heart clench in his chest, sitting on the edge of your bed. He knew it was wrong, but he read more- there were good things, but so many pages...had similar thoughts. Thoughts that he’d leave you someday. How long had you felt like this, he thought sadly.

“Hey Jesse, you ready to go to...” you had frozen in the doorway when you saw him sitting on your bed, the book in hand. 

Slowly, Jesse closed the book and placed it on your pillow. Swallowing, he stood. “Darlin’....” Jesse said, his a soft croon. When he reached for you, you stepped back, arms wrapping around yourself.

This was the first time Jesse had ever seen you withdraw, or tears fill your eyes. “I...I didn’t mean for you to see. Its...its stupid, right? I...Just...”

“Y/n,” Jesse said, gently but firmly grabbing your arms, thumbs rubbing circles into your skin. “Baby, look at me...what you wrote, if you really think that..you’re wrong. I love you, lil’ lady. We belong together.”

A sob seemed to catch in your throat. “What...if we aren’t? What if I’m holding you back-” you said, and Jesse silenced you by crushing you into a bear hug, a hand cradling your head now.

Just that was enough for the dam to break. How 

“Don’t ever say that, darlin’. You’re the reason I’m standin’ here today,” he whispered, kissing the side of your head. “I love you. I love you,” he whispered, as you cried into his chest. “I love you, baby girl. I’m not goin’ anywhere.”

Hanzo:

It was difficult to fool Hanzo, in many ways

While he wasn’t always adept with emotion, he knew what it was like to hide ugly feelings below the surface

You were strong, beautiful- just your smile was enough to make Hanzo lose his breath

There were moments though when he’d catch you watching him...looking between him and yourself

When Hanzo would catch you in the mirror staring at yourself...and there was misery

It wounded him in a way he couldn’t describe to see the way you judged yourself, or how you seemed unable to

One day, Hanzo took you to a grand garden in the middle of the Japan. It was popular, but being Hanzo he felt it was best and easiest just to rent out the area for the day so that the two of you need not run into...people

It had all kinds of exotic flowers, though his favorite area in the garden was a massive sacred tree, winding its way up and its leaves blowing in the wind

The two of you took a lunch break beneath it, Hanzo starting to unpack the carefully prepared food he’d made this morning

“Y/n,” he had said as he was placing out the bento boxes, glancing at where you were pouring drinks

Looking up, you had tucked your hair behind your ear. “Yes? Is everything okay?” you had said, and the way your eyes crinkled a little when you smiled made him soften.

“I have a gift for you,” he said, reaching into his bag. “I was hoping you’d open it,” he said, before handing you a box.

“A gift? Its not my birthday or anything,” you said, looking surprised but settling it in your lap. When you opened it, there was a very large, harshly shaped but somewhat circular rock in your hand, and inside was a small hammer. “...Hanzo, what am I looking at?”

Scooching up beside you, Hanzo had carefully pulled you into his lap, his chin resting on your shoulder, as he took the rock and the hammer.

“I may be mistaken, but I’ve noticed lately the way you look at yourself, or at your clothes or your hair. I worry about you,” he says. “This...is you, in my eyes.”

You stared at the rock, not quite understanding. “I’m....the rock,” you said.

“Yes, in a sense,” he agreed, starting to gently hammer at it.

“...In like, an ugly sense? Is it because of how plain it is?” you asked jokingly, but Hanzo frowned.

“No...I worry that you see yourself like this rock. You see jagged edges and the harsh lines, and feel that if I dropped it into this garden, it would blend right. That’s untrue,” he said, seeing the crack forming. Now using the back of the hammer, he managed to crack it in half. 

“You may see the outside when you look at yourself, and think that you are ordinary...but when I look at you, I see this,” he said, opening it to show you beautiful purple amethyst. “I see something...extraordinary. I see a woman so exquisite, so...so wonderful,” he whispered in your ear, “That I can’t help but be so thankful. Thankful that you are mine, and me yours.”

You stared at the beautiful geode...and wondered when he had started to notice. How Hanzo, who was both perceptive and yet sometimes emotionally oblivious, had noticed how you’d been feeling lately... Were you that obvious?

“I...I’m sorry. If I’ve seemed down-” you started, but Hanzo silenced you with the softest brush of his lips over yours.

“I want no apologies, my love. I cannot change how you feel, but I wish for you to talk to me about it. Allow me to comfort you, and remind you that you are more then enough for me,” he says softly. “Can you please do that?”

How had this man become yours, you wondered. 

Leaning your head against his, you sighed softly. “Yes...yes, I’ll try to be more open about it. I love you,” you said softly.

“I love you,” he said softly. 

#McCree #McCree Headcanon #McCree Overwatch #Jesse McCree #McCree x Reader #Hanzo #Hanzo Shimada #Hanzo Headcanon #Hanzo x Reader #Overwatch #Overwatch x Reader #Overwatch Headcanon

[aleksa-sims]

RL Simself Story ( 18+)

CW: Pregnancy, Depression

Another week passed and I was still at my Grandparents. I’ve been here for 3 weeks now. Even my Cuz went back to university. Yesterday I had my exam. At least this thing went well. I passed it with almost maximum points. And yet I couldn’t be happy about it for long. I wasn't feeling well. My depression had reached its peak again, so I couldn't go to work this morning. I lay in bed all day long, staring at my walls. This still felt better than leaving my room. Just thinking about it, overwhelmed me. But I called my therapist. I told her I was pregnant. I haven’t seen her in weeks. Those group sessions I once mentioned, were okay, but I missed much. Anyway, she wanted to see me. She asked me to come to her practice tomorrow, to talk about my panic attacks and some other stuff. She also advised me to continue my medication.

 My Grams was worried about me. She noticed that Nico didn’t come to me anymore. So I told her he broke up with me and that I had to divorce Daniel. And I’m going to file the divorce petition, but getting a divorce is not as easy as I thought. Tbh, it seemed impossible!?? That... person/DA, who handled my divorce, simply did not accept the reasons I gave her for my divorce. She said it would take at least a year, bcs Daniel wasn’t there, and who knows? Maybe we’ll make up, she meant. 😡...Agh, it's going to be complicated. And Daniel will be back soon anyway. Nevertheless, we will not divorce, but we’re not gonna be together either. 😫

That evening, my Parents and my Sister came by at my Grandparents. My Mom wanted to know what’s wrong with me? Why don’t I come back home? My Grams was a little tense when my Mom started to get upset about me. But my Mom was just worried. I was pregnant! What happens now? Do I keep the Baby or not? This was still not quite clear. I had an abortion appointment in 3 days. My Grams got so mad at my mom for talking about that! But my Mom never told me to abort my Baby neither my Dad! They just didn’t know what I really wanted!!??... Am I getting a divorce? Am I keeping Nico's Baby? Why isn't he here? Are we even together? And why am I alone in my room crying? My Parents wanted answers!

And Ana was still confused about my pregnancy. She still thought Dennis might have knocked me up. 🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️Ana thought I was so sad because of that. So she finally decided to talk to me about this thing! She came over to my room. But somehow we both did not succeed in talking to each other. I admit, it was hard for me to look at Ana, without having to think about Adam. I mean..... I don’t hate Adam. Still, what he did to me was disgusting. And Ana also had that gross pic of Adam and me in her mind. She didn't feel comfortable around me. Ana & I weren’t mad at each other, we just needed some time, I think. 😞

Ana: Hey, A..... You ok?

Me: Hi 🫤

Ana: I’ve known you were pregnant for 4 weeks, I noticed when you took a pregnancy test. I didn’t want to ask you about it. You know?..... I’m happy for you, if you want a Baby, but... I’m not happy for Daniel. 😞

Me: Yea, that’s why I can’t be happy about it, even though I want a Baby.

Ana: You don’t have to...... do this, if you’re not sure. 🙁

Me: I love N. 😞

Ana: Honestly, A.! Can it be that you do not know exactly who you are pregnant from?? Dennis, you know? You were totally high! Maybe you slept with him and don’t remember?

Me: It's Nico's Baby. Trust me, I know when and how it happend! And I didn't sleep with Dennis!! We were going to, but... well, you know what happend. Adam interfered. And before you ask.... NO, I didn’t sleep with Adam!!

Ana: I know! He was just a few mins alone with you.

Me: You staying here tonight?

Ana: Why don’t you come home?

Me: Um.... I’m tired.

Ana: Ok...... I go back over.... Grama fears Mom and Dad will soon get divorced too, like our stupid uncle....

Me: I don't care. They are 41! They’ll know what they’re doing.

Ana: Whatever you say.

Like I said, I wasn’t really in the mood to talk to Ana. Honestly, I also felt a bit humbled because she thought I didn’t know who I was pregnant with.

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#ts4 #sims 4 story #sims 4 #myrlgameplay #rl story #cw depression #cw pregnancy

[nymime]

Im blasting my radio with sad songs, but spanish sad song.

And i just imaging hispanitalian Steve Harrington singing while crying “Señoras” songs that his mama like/listen because Eddie went to a date with some guy he meet on Indianapolis.

And he sing with Pimpinela, Roció Durcal, Gloria Trevi, Ana gabriel, La oreja de Van Gogh, etc.

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Robin was worried and a little mad with Steve. The older didn’t come to his turn on Family Video, he even didn’t call her after the plan Steve had to confess to Eddie.

She sigh and look over the clock onto the wall, ten minutes more and Robin can left and go see if Steve was okay. To the sound of the bell on the door and this hitting the big window, Robin jump and look over there, only to see the kids and a piss off Eddie.

“Robin! Robin! Did you see steve?! He didn’t come to search for us after hellfire!” Dustin makes his fast way where the mention one was, looking concerned and sad.

“No, he didn’t even call me last night.” Robin play nervously with her fingers, pinching her cuticles nearly making them bleed. “I was planning go to his house and see him.”

“Good, check out earlier and let’s go.” Max demands to the only older girl there.

Robin look again the clock, nine minute more, she can go nine minutes earlier. “let’s go.”

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They make it to Harrington State, or the castle, how Mike and Eddie calls it. Robin knock the door, no respond, she do it again, no respond, she back up looking around for a emergency key, she found it under a big leaf of a plant.

She opens the door and they all jumps to the loud sound of music and singing that comes from upstairs, Robin look at the group, they enter and follow the music.

“YA LO VES, LA VIDA ES ASÍ”

“TÚ TE VAS Y YO ME QUEDO AQUí.”

“shit, someone really passionate about this song” mike comment with a half grin on his face. “what language even is this?”

“Spanish, if i can guess.” Eddie responded vaguely.

“¡LLOVERÁ, Y YA NO SERÉ TUYA!” a loud sob comes after that. “¡SERÉ LA GATA BAJOOO LA LLUVIAA. Y MAULLARÉ… POR TI!” “the last vocal expand but broke for heavy and louds sobs and laments, the voice was familiar.

They all look each other until see over the open door of Steve rooms, who was in the floor rounded with chocolate wrappers and nose-rags, the brunette let out an ugly whimper that makes the group shiver, they never seem Steve like this.

Another song start to play, Steve let out another whimper.

“Tu eres la tristeza y de mis ojos.”

“Que lloran en silencio por tu amor.”

“What we can do?” ask Dustin softly to Eddie, who bites his lip and didn’t answer.

“¡…Obligo a que te olvide el pensamiento! ¡Pues siempre estoy pensando en el ayer!” The crying boy let out a lament with his eyes closed, Steve blew his nose and continue to sing along the women in the Vinyl with tears still running down his face.

The group just backwards and left him be, maybe tomorrow he is okay.

After a while of leaving on eddie’s van, Lucas let out the question that everyone was thinking.

“Hey, since when Steve knows spanish?”

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The two song i mention are “La gata bajo la lluvia” and “Amor eterno” - Roció Durcal.

Both song are really good and makes me cry, the first come out in 1981 and the second in 1984. So, thinking of Steve following Roció Durcal for his hispan side just makes me kicks my feets.

Edit: i just correct little mistakes of grammar i made. This was wrote at 4 am.

I just sleep 2 hours. I enjoy so much Latino/Hispanitalian Steve Harrington.

#steve is a sweetheart #steve harrington #steve stranger things #stranger things #imagine steve harrington #steddie #steve deserves the world #steve harrington angst #italian steve harrington #steve harrington headcanon #hispanitalian steve harrington #hispano steve harrington #latino steve harrington #steve harrington sings when his sad and heart broken #the next day he wasn’t fine #he’s still crying for eddie. #Later eddie comes and comfort him #just because eddie finally connects the dots and his gonna admit his feelings to steve until thia one dies of dehydration #they become a couple #eddie still apologize for making steve cry for two days. #He apologized taken steve out in a great first day and fucking him with love. #Eddie adore steve after their first date #After adore him eddie fuck steve to subspace #eddie was piss off in the start cause the kids makes him miss the date

[peachysooxo]

The Kingdom of Us

Chapter 8

pairing: kyungsoo x OFC genre: Royal!AU, nonidol!soo, crownprince!kyungsoo, romance, drama theme: arranged marriage, modern royalty, enemies to lovers, war, betrayal fluff word count: 4,527 description: on the day of Kyungsoo and Alina’s wedding, Kyungsoo realizes just how deep he fell for Alina. Chanyeol takes a big step. Alina misses the presence of her brothers and sister on her special day. warnings: none this time (:

author’s note: hello dear reader (: We made it to Kyungsoo and Alina’s wedding! I felt like I planned this wedding like it was my own lol, I had to make sure everything was perfect and how I envisioned it in my head. Two songs are mentioned that I highly recommend, All of My Life by Park Won (their first dance song) and Por Amarte Asi by Cristian Castro (ending scene). I really do appreciate all of your love and support. Just the fact that all of you are reading this work means so much to me, my heart is warm at your likes and reads. Thank you so much! Photos are not mine. Enjoy!

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ALINA

The day has finally come that I had prepared for quite literally my entire life. 

By the end of the day, I will be Crown Princess Alina I of the Seoul Kingdom. 

Kyungsoo’s wife. 

From the moment I woke up to the moment the makeup artist, Ofelia, finished with my look for the day was a complete blur. Ofelia moves on to Mami and the hair stylist starts working with me. Mami got here late last night with Papa just for the wedding ceremony, then they have to go back to Valencia. There’s too much happening at the borders with Azteco that they can’t be away for too long. 

Though I understand the reasoning, it still makes me sad that they have to leave so soon. Not even my brothers or Ana could come. Ana is too pregnant to travel, and my brothers are fighting a senseless war. As for Maria, she just isn’t invited for obvious reasons. I try to not think about it too much, because this is going to be a beautiful day. I take a second to realize that this isn’t a dream or a nightmare anymore. It’s a reality I’m happily living. 

I open my eyes and watch my hairstylist, Belen, braid my hair and collect it in a low bun at the nape of my neck. Loose, curled pieces were pulled out of the braid to create a soft look, I opted to mix tradition with modern style. 

“Oh, Mija, you look so beautiful.” Mami glances over at me with tearful eyes, Ofelia laughs and dabs Mami’s eyes.

“When my daughter got married, Your Highness, my eyes were constantly watering. We will wipe your eyes as much as we need to, and I was sure to bring waterproof makeup just for this occasion!” Ofelia wipes Mami’s eyes and the women laugh together.

“Princess Alina is a gorgeous girl, a lucky one too. Crown Prince Kyungsoo is very easy on the eyes.” Belen adds as she finished my hair. 

“He has to be the most handsome Crown Prince, wouldn’t you agree?” Lisette giggles and takes my dress out of the garment bag it sat in. The glittering and glowing of the jewels and the accents of lace and tulle remind me that this is really happening. Colors dance in the mirrors surrounding us as everyone else giggles and talks amongst themselves about how handsome my fiancé is. 

Nerves intertwine with the curiosity of how Kyungsoo and I getting married is going to change not only us, but the world. Kyungsoo’s words linger in the air around me, softly working me through my anxiety. The thought of what he did to me in the library makes my cheeks warm. The memory of his lips touching other places on my body is etched in my mind forever. He made me want more, to feel that good again. Lisette’s fingers snapping in my face jolts me back to reality.

“Are you with us, Princess?” She asks in a concerned tone. I nod mindlessly and the room choruses with laughter.

“Sorry, everyone.” I lower my head.

“Not to worry, hija. It’s your wedding day, you’re nervous. I have something for you from your brothers.” Mami takes her phone from the makeup counter and places it softly in my hands. 

“Lina! Congratulations on your wedding and coronation! We are so proud of you and miss you. We’re sorry we couldn’t be there, Papa assigned us here and of course, no leave for the Princes.” Ignacio grins, pettiness dripping in his tone.

“Regardless, we will see you soon, we promise! We’re having Lisette send us pictures. And you better tell that Crown Prince that if he for one second thinks of not treating you well, he’s dead.” Santiago leans into the camera, then his eyes soften. “Baby sister, do good things. Please, be happy. We hope to see you soon, a war must be fought to protect our kingdom. Well, your former kingdom. Traitor!”

“What we’re trying to say is that we love you and we are so proud of you. Be the strong, wise, fearless leader we know you’re going to be. We’ll see you on the other side of this war.” Ignacio announces, and they wave goodbye as the video ends. 

“Wow, of course I would still get teased on my wedding day.” I laugh softly, wiping my eyes. “Ugh, I can’t mess up my makeup!”

“Princess, we have arrived to help you dress for the ceremony.” Maids come and help me into my dress.

“Thank you, please forgive me. It’s a very emotional day today!” I shake off my tears. I step onto the platform next to the makeup counters and allow the maids to dress me. 

“It’s quite alright, Your Highness.” Once the buttons are fastened along my spine, I look at myself in the mirror, not even surprised with how lovely everything came together. The lace dress sleeves fit just right and complimented the dress perfectly. The neckline dropping down to my chest and fit my torso and waist like a glove. The skirt fanned out and cascaded down to the floor in a perfect A-Line. Lisette once again didn’t disappoint. I turned around and the room fell silent… Except for Mami’s soft sobs. 

“What do you all think?” I ask hopefully. 

“You look lovely, Princess.” Ofelia smiles. Choruses of compliments fill the room and I blush at the attention. Mami approaches me with my Valencian crown and I kneel before her, allowing her shaking hands to place the crown on my head. I stand up and Lisette appears at Mami’s side.

“This is a gift from your sister, Ana.” Lisette approaches me and opens a velvet box in front of me. A gold bracelet with an “A” and “K” charm sits in the box. I smile up at the ladies surrounding me, Mami reaches for the bracelet and fastens it around my wrist. 

“It’s perfect, Mija. Are you ready for your wedding?”

“More than you can imagine.”

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KYUNGSOO

“Today is the day!” Baekhyun grins. 

“How are you feeling?” Yixing asks. 

“Ready, nervous.” I exhale, tying my tie and buttoning up my military uniform coat.

“I heard she’s looking gorgeous, Kyungsoo.” Baekhyun nudges me. I stare him down and without a word, he gives me the answer I was looking for. “I heard from the maids!”

“You’re such a gossip.” Yixing rolls his eyes. I slick my hair back and listen to Baekhyun and Yixing bicker behind me as usual. Chanyeol enters the room with a serious look on his face. I stiffen and straighten my posture at the sight of him. His lip is healed, I hope I won’t have to reopen the wound. 

“Crown Prince, may I have a word with you?” Chanyeol asks with a lowered head. I groan and adjust my cufflinks. 

“Fine.” I get up and walk outside of the chambers with Chanyeol, a nervous look in his eye. “What did you need to talk to me about? On my wedding day?”

“I wanted to apologize for how I treated Alina. It was selfish and wrong of me to think I had any right to be near her like that. I disrespected you and her. I don’t have any secret feelings. I don’t want to be punched again, please don’t ever do that again. I… I found someone I’m actually interested in, and I won’t be coming after your bride ever again.” Chanyeol nervously explains. 

“Thank you, because I’ll kill you if you ever try again.” I nod, lips pressed into a thin line. 

Silence sits in between us, then we burst into laughter. This is how we always were, in the few times we disagreed. Chanyeol brings me into a hug and pats my back. I’m honestly glad this is over. It was unnecessary and stressful. “She’s going to make you a happy man. I’m glad you’re seeing that now.”

“Crown Prince, it’s time.” A Royal Guard bows to me. 

“We’ll be there straight away.” I reply. 

This is it. 

I’m marrying Alina. 

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Standing at the altar waiting for Alina was the worst form of torture. The urge to pace tingled my legs and I had to grip my wrist to stay still. For 60 seconds, the entire world fell silent, and my heart stopped. 

Yixing and Baekhyun opened the doors to the Ceremony Hall, a soft piano melody playing through the air. Alina is standing at the doorway in her beautiful white dress, her bouquet clutched tightly in her hands. The light pouring through the windows was envious of her, she baffled and amazed me with her beauty. I had to blink and remind myself that she was even real in the first place, not a dream. My jaw drops as King Ignacio walks her down the aisle, I adjust my posture which earned a small laugh from the guests. 

Thoughts race through my mind as Alina reaches me, handing her bouquet to Lisette sitting in the front row. King Ignacio patted her hand and wiped his eyes, it was the first time he cried at one of his children’s weddings from what I’ve ever seen or heard. I often surmised that Alina was their favorite daughter, neither of them looked this emotional at Maria or Ana’s wedding from the press photos and videos I saw. Out of their entire family, I’m happiest that they’re here for Alina.

“You’re a beautiful bride, Mija.” King Ignacio whispers as he embraces his daughter in front of me. I bow to King Ignacio, taking Alina’s hand from the emotional king. He looked at me with fire in his eyes. “You need to take care of her, she’s our precious daughter, our Kingdom’s most prized possession.”

“Papa…” Alina blushes. The statement is true, I just wish she’d believe it. 

“I will do nothing but take care of her, Your Highness. I promise she is safe with me.” I lower my head and offer a handshake. King Ignacio receives it and steps down to stand beside Queen Evelina. The Queen dabs her eyes and smiles at me, assuring me kindly. My focus turns to Alina, she takes my breath away. I’m moved to kneel before her with her hands in mine, pressing my lips on her knuckles. 

“You’re so irrevocably gorgeous, darling.” I shiver. Nothing and no one can make me shake this way, and of course she is the one who managed to do this to me. A man is never to bow before a woman at the altar, it is the woman who must be at the feet of the man, as they say. I don’t care, any man would be a fool to not bow before Alina. She giggles and caresses my cheek, that earns more camera shutters than before. I rise to my feet and kiss her hands one more time, holding them tightly in mine. 

“On behalf of the Valencian Crown, the King and Queen offer their daughter to the Crown Prince Kyungsoo I of Seoul. Is your betrothed one of whom you accept?” The Ceremony Master looks at us. 

“Yes. On behalf of the Seoul Crown, I accept my betrothed.” I nod slowly, not taking my eyes away from my princess. 

“Dearly beloved, we are gathered together to join two nations in unity, bound by the marriage of Crown Prince Kyungsoo I of Seoul and Princess Alina II of Mariposa, Kingdom of Valencia. The world shall rejoice at the union of these fair nations, especially in these times of war. King Ignacio III of Valencia and King Bonhwa VII of Seoul, do you accept the union of your nations by means of the Crown Prince and Princess?” 

“We accept,” our fathers call in unity. 

“Your Highnesses, please be seated with your lovely Queens.” 

My heart pounds as Alina smiles at me, she somehow did it. She managed to have me fall in love with her. I want to give her the best life I could give and treat her better than anyone else in this world has. She deserves it, she deserves every single good thing that this world had to offer. She didn’t have to do much, her existence was enough for me to be captivated. Neither of us were paying attention during the Ceremony Master’s speech, but our attention turned as Alina was set to kneel before my parents. 

“Today, marking the welcoming of our new Princess, we coronate Princess Alina II of Mariposa, Kingdom of Valencia, as Crown Princess Alina I of Seoul. Queen Hyunae, please replace the Valencian Crown bestowed on the head of the Crown Princess with her Crown of Seoul.” 

Alina folds her hands and lowers her head. Mother replaces her Valencian Crown with the one Alina chose before the wedding. She looks gorgeous in my Kingdom’s Crown. Alina looks up to Mother, her eyes quickly downcast at the stoic, disappointed look on Mother’s face. Now the Crown Princess, Alina bows to the King and Queen, then bows to me, her Crown Prince and future King. I take her hands and nod happily, wanting to kiss her right then and there. 

“Now, for the vows. Please, repeat these vows after me, Crown Prince.” I listen carefully to the vows and nod. I didn’t like the vows, I never liked how any of it was phrased because I would have to demand that Alina obey me. It felt wrong to ask any of this from a woman. I didn’t want to hear Alina say that she would “serve” me, “bow before me with honor”, “be obedient to the Crown Prince.” It’s ancient, it’s wrong, and it’s not something I’d ever expect her to do. The wedding vows needed updating and it was up to me to change them, starting with my vows to Alina.

“I, Crown Prince Kyungsoo I of Seoul, take thee, Crown Princess Alina I of Seoul, to be my lawful wife and princess to my Kingdom. I will serve your every need, bow before you with honor, and listen intently to your input in all decisions moving forward. I promise to protect you with my life and keep you safe from any harm. I will love you with all of my heart and never make you feel inferior to me. You are to be my compliment, we will be dedicated to each other and to the Crown, for as long as we are alive and into eternity.” I disobediently vow, Alina’s eyes widen. She bows her head in respect, also in an attempt to hide her laugh.

“That is certainly new…Very well. Crown Princess, please repeat after me.” Alina’s eyes were calm, but nerves riddled her face. She always did what she was told, but this time I hoped she’d think for herself. I rubbed her palm softly, a silent encouragement to say what she wanted to say to me.

“I, Crown Princess Alina I of Seoul, take thee, Crown Prince of Kyungsoo of Seoul, to be my lawful husband and my honored crown prince. I will stand by your side and support you in every decision. I promise to take care of you and respect you as you respect me. Today, I give you my heart and will never betray this promise. I will be your compliment, your trusted confidant, and closest friend. I will love you with all of my heart and never demean you. We will be dedicated to each other and to the Crown, for as long as we are alive and into eternity.” Alina smiles at me and basks in my silent praise. Murmurs ensue around us and Father gives me his disapproving look, but I could care less. If I’m not going to follow his path, I have to forge my own and it starts today. The Ceremony Master offers rings to us, and we slide them onto each other’s fingers.

“These rings symbolize the union of The Crown Prince and Crown Princess. They also symbolize the unity of the Seoul Kingdom and the Kingdom of Valencia. It is with great honor that I pronounce the Crown Prince and Crown Princess as husband and wife. Crown Prince Kyungsoo, you may kiss your bride.”

I gladly bring Alina closer until our lips gently melt together. The world fell away from us, we couldn’t hear the applause, we couldn’t feel the people around us, it was just Alina and me. We break apart and I proudly present my bride to everyone in the room. Taking the lead, I bring her down the aisle and across the front lawn to the front of the palace where hundreds of people are waiting to greet the new Crown Princess of Seoul. Though it was freezing cold, we greeted our subjects. I held Alina’s waist tightly as our subjects take pictures of us, mainly her. I didn’t mind, she is so beautiful that she deserves to be preserved in photographs for centuries to know how gorgeous she is. 

“Kiss! Kiss!” They chant, Alina shyly turns to me, holding my hand and silently asks me to take the lead. I grin down at her and dip her down, kissing her lips softly. The press captures the moment in the cold autumn air, the Crown’s photographers whisk us away to take official photos for the archives. We take a few photos with our parents, then the entire Seoul family. I noticed that Alina looked uncomfortable between pictures, her hands were shaking in her lap. She shivers and my attention immediately goes to her. I rub my hands up and down her arms as the family clears out for our couple photos. I lean down and wrap my arms around my wife, attempting to soothe her chill.

“Are you cold? Should I have them bring you a coat? A blanket?” I say lowly in her ear. She looks up at me and quickly shakes her head no. I know she doesn’t want to feel like an inconvenience. That should be easy, because she isn’t. 

“Your Highnesses, please face the front. Is Her Highness cold? We can bring the heater closer.” The photographer suggests. 

“No, thank you, I’m…”

“Yes, bring it closer to her. She’s freezing.” I firmly insist. Alina squeezes my hand and I laugh to myself. “Sorry to speak for you, but I will not allow you to stay cold, my beautiful bride.”

Alina relaxes and we started to take our photos. She followed the direction of the photographer and took my lead, thawing out under my touch. I held her in my arms and pressed my forehead against hers, our crowns clashing against each other. I smile and rub my nose on hers. The camera flashes in front of us, we laugh at a silent joke and kiss once more. I pull back and caress her cheek. 

“You’re beautiful.” I whisper.

“You’re handsome.” Alina whispers back.

“Perfect, Your Highnesses. Please, enjoy your reception.” 

—

As soon as we walked into the room, applause bounced off of the walls. Immediately, our ceremony song starts to play. It’s tradition for us to dance first, before the celebration can commence. The singer we chose begins vocalizing softly and Alina smiles at the lyrics. 

“If I translated it correctly in my head, is he talking about a man that falls in love with a woman and she becomes his reason for living?” Alina questions with a smirk on her face. I turn her and bring her back to my chest. 

“Yes, darling. That’s exactly why I picked this song. It’s all of the words I’ve tried to say to you. Every single day, I’m so grateful you were promised to me. I don’t think I could be this happy with anyone else.” I sweep my lips over hers, causing a sharp reaction from our guests. 

“I feel the same, amorcito.” 

“Amorcito?” I ask. 

“You gave me a nickname, it’s only right I give you one.” Alina’s cheeks redden. I laugh and we dance across the floor. 

“I love it, especially how gorgeous the name sounds coming out of your mouth.” I can’t stop smiling. Murmurs start up again of how I’ve never been this happy, and everyone in this room is right. Alina starts to look around, and my heart breaks instantly. 

“I’m so sorry your brothers couldn’t be here today.” I say, trying to console my wife. Ah, my wife. It’s heavenly to know Alina is now my wife. 

“I know it’s stupid that I believe they’re going to walk through that door any minute. They’re halfway across the world. It’s not fair Papa made them go fight in Azteco. None of my siblings are here. The only one I could accept not being here is Ana, she’s going to give birth any day. It’s a beautiful day, a perfect day, I just wish they were here to celebrate with us.” She sighs, the immediate need to fix her sadness overcame me. I offer another slow kiss as we danced. 

“I’ll be sure to extend an invitation to them to our home once their tour is over.” I nod, Alina’s eyes brighten. 

“Our home?”

“Yes, darling, our home.” I smile. 

 “I like the sound of that, amorcito. Nothing would make me happier than having everyone I love under the same roof. Mmm, to think just a couple months ago we hated each other. Who would’ve thought we’d be this happy and falling in love?” 

“Being in love with you feels right. My princess, I will stop at nothing to make you smile, make you happier than you’ve ever been. And for the record, darling, I never hated you.”

The song ends and we bow in thanks to everyone in attendance. Alina bows to me and I bow in return. I watch her smile at me, the jewels in her dress glowing under the lights. I never imagined that the love of my life would be my betrothed, but Alina has proven to be full of surprises. Time passes and we made small talk as we watched our families dance together from the vantage point of the banquet table. No one seemed to be paying attention to us anymore, which is perfect timing for what I have planned for Alina. 

“I need some air, care to join me, Princess?” I offer, and Alina excitedly nods. “Let’s go.”

I get her up and guide her out of the reception, Lisette and Daeun await her at the exit. 

“Crown Princess,” Daeun bows her head. “Crown Prince Kyungsoo has asked us to take you to change your dress.”

“Change my dress?” Alina asks curiously whilst tilting her head. Lisette laughs and takes Alina’s hands. 

“Yes, Crown Princess, it’s a must for this part of the wedding.” Lisette smirks, offering a wink to me. The two women rush Alina away and I loosen my tie, wondering what Alina will look like in the dress I had made for her. My mind wanders as I make my way to the outer door, taking off my uniform jacket and push my white dress shirt sleeves up to my elbows. I unbutton the first few buttons and slick my hair back from my face, a few strands of hair brush against my brow. 

“Your Highness?” I hear Alina’s voice behind me. I turn and drink in her gorgeous figure in the light blue gown I’d chosen for her. Alina’s long, luscious hair cascades around her body, falling softly on her back. All of the words I was going to say escape me at her presence. I smirk and wrap my jacket around my wife and extend my hands out to her, softly brushing her back with my fingertips underneath the coat. 

“Come on, darling.” I manage to say, leading the way into Alina’s favorite place: the garden. For the wedding, the castle had lights strung about in the bushes of flowers. Small lamps in the shape of flowers light the way to a small section that is lit up more than the others and lined with heaters to keep it warm. I stop Alina and take my phone out of my pocket, tapping it a few times. 

“What are we doing here?” Alina asks. Then, the song starts. Alina looks around and wonders where the music is coming from, but her demeanor changes from confusion to happiness when she hears the lyrics. 

Siempre serás la niña que me llena el alma…

I holds out my hand and shyly motion for Alina to come to me. I take a shaky breath and offer a smile. “Ven a bailar conmigo, mi amor.”

Alina’s eyes widen at my attempt to speak Valencian, grinning with approval. With watery eyes, Alina takes my hand and we dance, swaying to the lyrics. Dancing together is slowly becoming our thing. If I could, I’d dance with her forever. I twirl Alina and pull her closer, humming softly. This song is completely in Valencian and is one of her favorites. Once I learned the lyrics, I understood why.

“This is magical,” Alina grins. 

“You are magical.” I breathe, pressing my forehead against Alina’s. I turn her again and dip her down slowly, kissing her as I bring her up. I drown in the taste of her kiss, falling deeper into her. We part and I gaze nervously in Alina’s eyes, worry filling me. This fluttery feeling is settling in me, and I’m not accustomed to it. Only this woman in my arms has made me feel this and that alone has taken ahold of me and grips tightly around my neck. “Darling…”

“Yes?” Alina curiously asks.

“I know without a doubt that I love you. I know it’s fast to say that, but this entire situation has been anything but traditional. You made me fall so fast, darling. I didn’t think it could be so.” I admit. “It’s a new sensation, loving you.”

Alina serenely smiles and kisses me again. “I love you too, Kyungsoo. Without any doubt in my mind. I know this is all new, but we’ll figure it all out together.”

“Together?”

“Yes. From now on, every single step we take will be together.” Alina nods. 

“I want that, I really want that.” I turn Alina and holds her in my arms. “You look so beautiful in blue. I love it when you wear this exact shade of blue.”

“I’ll wear more of it. Ah, this is a perfect night.” 

“It is a perfect night, darling. We have forever together. I’ll spend every single day learning how to love you.” I sigh through a smile.

“Every single day will be a gift. And you… You made this whole day absolutely perfect. I love this moment. I want it to last forever.” Alina’s dreamy tone stops my heart. She could make me do anything if she asks me in that tone. 

“I’ll do whatever it takes to make it last forever, my darling,” I assure her, “whatever you want, I’ll do it.”

Alina presses her hands onto my cheeks and just smiles at me. “Let’s get through this war and live happily together.”I wish I could’ve done so much more to keep this promise.

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The Best Part

This is part two of the final installment of the Rotten Apple.  I really have enjoyed this and I’m a little sad I’m close to finishing it.  I decided to split the chapter again, As the “final chapter” would have been over 7000 words and I’m still not done with that part yet.  

The Book: TRH and Beyond The Series:  The Rotten Apple 🍎 The Parings: Eleanor x Nico (Eleanor x M!OC) Word Count: 4278 Warnings & Ratings: profanity, lemony, 🍋 18+ Song Inspiration: Meet Me At Our Spot by The Anxiety Summary:  Elle settles into life with Nico and Ana in Greece.

Original Post: 11/15/22 at 11:45PM EST. 

"Elle, I bought you some clothes, I saved the receipts in case you don't like what I picked out for you."

"I'm sure it's fine Nico. The last time you picked out a dress for me, I loved it."

Nico smiled at her sheepishly as he continued speaking.

"I just want you to be happy with all of it, with us."

"I will be. I already am.  Don't worry about that.”  

“Are you sure the air isn’t too much?”  

“Nico, relax.  It’s just fine.  It actually feels great.  Are we almost there?”

“Yes, a few more minutes. Are you nervous?���

“I’m nervous and excited.  This is what we talked about for so long, when you and I…. were different people."

"Yes we were, but we still made it to this point."

“You’re right. I will get to tuck Ana into bed tonight… if she still likes that.”  

“She does, and I’m sure she’ll want you to tuck her in tonight.”  

“Nico…. You really think so?”  

“Yes, Don’t worry Elle.  It’s okay.  You’re okay.  We’re okay.  This is a big change for all of us, so we will just take things slow, alright?”  

“Okay.”  Nico took her hand he was holding and softly kissed it.  

“Look,  we’re here.”  

Nico opened her door so she could step out of the vehicle.  The house she was staring at was literally out of her dreams; it was the perfect little house.  It looked lived in, and full of love.  

“It’s just like I wanted.”

“I know,  I had it built with you in mind. It’s been the perfect place to raise Ana.”  

The door opened, and Ana came running out of the house into Elle’s awaiting arms.

“Mommy!!!!!  You’re finally home! You’re really here!!!”  

“Yes, I’m home, Honeybee.”  

“There’s so much to show you!!!  We’ll start with my room first!!!”  

She grabbed Elle’s hand, pulling her towards the house.  Elle smiled as Ana talked nonstop taking her on an impromptu house tour of their house.   She stopped at the mantle in the picture of her and Nico when they came to Greece for Christmas.

“That’s You, Papa, and me.”  

“That’s always been in this house?”

“Since I can remember.” Ana said.  

“Looks like it’s time to update this picture, because we can’t see you in that one.”  Elle tickled Ana’s nose and she giggled.

“We should think about doing that soon. Even though we just recently shared what was truly in our hearts, we really thought a lot about you, Elle.”  

Nico's mother lightly cleared her throat.

“Eleanor, might I have a word with you?”  

“Mother…..”  

“It’s alright…”  Elle glanced at his mother’s face. Her expression gave away a lot.

“I think….”  

They stepped out onto the patio together.  The last time she had been with Nico’s mother, it was calming and peaceful, this time, there was uncomfortable silence between them.  Elle decided to be first to break the silence.

“He told you everything, didn’t he?”

“Yes, of course he did. He is my son, and we have always had a very close relationship.  In spite of all, he still carried you in his heart all this time, and lovingly took care of the child the two of you conceived together.”  

“I know, and for that I feel almost undeserving, but at the same time, truly grateful.”

“Woman to Woman, I feel like I need to tell you this.  I love my son and my granddaughter dearly. So….do NOT let them down Eleanor.  If you don’t think you can really give them your all, you need to leave now, before Ana gets too attached to you.”  

"That’s why I stayed in the hospital, I needed to stay there, because, if I hadn't, I would have let them down.  I couldn't even control my temper; I don’t want to be that person anymore. I am here for them, I love them. They mean everything to me. I hope that in time you will begin to believe that and through my actions, believe in me.  I want to be here with them, and finally I am healthy enough to.”

The look  on Nico’s mother’s face changed as Elle continued speaking.

“This is the first time in my life I've felt truly wanted by everyone around me. This place was where I was supposed to always be.  I know it because nothing feels like it.  And I finally feel like I’m at home with my family, and they want me here.  All I’ve ever wanted was to be wanted… and needed.”  

That evening, Elle, Nico and Ana had a relaxing dinner together on the patio.   It felt almost like that first day they were all together at the hospital.  It felt new and exciting to Elle.  After hours of talking and lightheartedness, Ana yawned, and Nico looked at the time.

“It’s way past someone’s bedtime.  Mine too for that matter.”  

They all filed back into the house.  

“Mommy can help you get ready for bed while I handle the dishes.”  

“Okay Papa.”

Ana reached out for Elle’s hand leading her back to her bedroom once more.

“This is my pj drawer.”    

The drawer was full of different little pajama sets.

“Do you want to wear the ducks, teddy bears, or princesses?”  

“Princess!  I’m a princess like you Mommy.  I have a crown and everything.”

Elle wanted to say, she wasn’t a princess anymore, and that wasn’t her life, but she felt like that would be the wrong thing to say trying to bond with her daughter, so instead she smiled.  

“Yes you are Ana, and don’t you let anyone tell you otherwise. You will always be a princess.”  

“And you’ll be here in the morning when I wake up?”  

“Yes, I will.”

“Do you pinky swear promise me?”  Ana held out her pinky finger. Elle clasped her pinky finger with hers.

“Yes, I pinky swear promise.”  

“And Papa too?”

Nico walked into the room and stood by Elle's side, putting his hand over Elle and Ana’s linked hands, engulfing their hands with his.

“And Papa too, I promise.  Both me and Mommy will be here in the morning when you wake up.  We’re not going anywhere.”

“That’s good. Can you sing Kounia Bella to me?”  

“I don’t think Mommy knows that one, how about Mommy sings one you do know, and tomorrow we’ll teach her Kounia Bella together?”  

"Okay."

Elle gently tucked the covers around Ana, and sang the only lullabye she knew, which was the one her parents had sung to her, that her mother stopped, but her father continued.

“Papa sings that one to me too;  I like it.”  

Nico patted the covers gently.

“You're all tucked in. Time to spread your wings and fly to dreamland Honeybee.” 

Nico kissed her forehead, and Elle kissed her cheek.  

“Sweet dreams.”  

Ana snuggled into the covers. Elle watched her for a few moments, then followed behind Nico, and gently  closed the door.  “She’ll be out for the count in a few minutes max.”  

“You taught her my family’s  lullabye?”  

“I tried to incorporate pieces of you into her life Elle, even though it hurt.”

Elle took Nico’s hand. “That really means a lot to me.”  Nico in turn stepped closer to her.  Her heart was racing.  He reached out to touch her face then he hesitated, clearing his throat and pulled away from her.

“I didn’t want to be presumptuous when it came to you, to us.. and what all this means, and I also wanted you to be comfortable, and not be pressured, by me, or even yourself Elle. I want us to take things slow.   We are getting to know each other as the people we are now, so…..”  

He opened the door to a bedroom.  

“This is your room, for as long as you want it to be.  It's your own personal space Elle.  I’ll be  right across the hall, if you need anything.  Look through your closet, and if there is anything you don’t like,  we can go to town tomorrow, and exchange it out for something else.”

“Thank you.  I will.”  

He started to walk out the room.

"Nico?"

He immediately turned around, approaching her.

"Yes Elle?"

"I……" She couldn't get the words out.

"What is it Elle? You can tell me anything."

He slowly lifted her chin so her eyes would meet his.  He looked concerned.

"Talk to me….. For this to work…us to work, we have to be able to communicate with each other. You have to be able to trust me enough to tell me what you need from me."

Nico waited patiently for Elle to gather her words.

"I trust you Nico…. I just don't want you to go."

"Okay. I'll stay with you. I need a few things, and I'll let you change.  There are some night clothes in the dresser."

Elle changed into the pajamas and  braided her hair.  She went through the closet admiring her new clothes. Nico probably had help, but she liked all the clothes, especially, one in particular, a sexy burgundy dress. Nico was back shortly while Elle happened to be holding up the dress to her body.

"Thought maybe we could go out for a nice dinner somewhere, if you wanted to. Do you like the dress?”

"A fancy dinner sounds wonderful. This dress has a retro feel, I love it. You did good."

"I asked for help, but that dress, I picked that one myself.  I thought it would look nice on you. It's not designer…."

"That doesn't matter. You know that never mattered to me."

"I know….Do you mind if I read for a little while before bed?"

"Not at all."

Elle got into bed first.  Nico followed, shrugging off his robe wearing a white beater and navy pajama pants.  Last he slipped on a pair of glasses.

“The glasses are only for reading.”

She smiled.  They made Nico look distinguished, sexy. The years had been very kind to Nico, he was still very attractive to her.

“Are you sure the lamp isn’t going to bother you?”  

She shook her head, getting under the covers.   She realized how much she had missed him being next to her.

Nico glanced over to Elle; her back was to him. He read for about thirty minutes, or at least he tried to, but his eyes kept drifting to Elle, laying in bed next to him.  He had read the first line of the chapter at least twenty times.  Finally realizing he wasn’t going to pay attention to it, he flicked off the lamp and settled into bed next to Elle.  

“Are you sleeping?”  he inquired softly.  

“No, I’m still awake. I wasn't ready to sleep yet.  Will you hold me, Nico?"

Almost immediately Nico pulled her closer to him, his arms tightening around her in a secure embrace.  

"Better?"

"Much. Now I can rest."

Nico softly kissed her shoulder. “Me too.  I think I told you this one,  but I sleep better around you too.”  

The next morning Elle woke up feeling like she was being watched.  She startled herself awake.

“I’m sorry Mommy, I didn't mean to scare you. Good Morning.” Ana whispered.

“Good Morning Ana."

Ana climbed into the bed giving her a hug. Elle peppered her face with kisses.

"What are we going to do today? Can we go swimming?"

"I don't see why not, but we'll ask Papa later. He might have something planned for us."

“Papa is still sleeping."

"Papa is awake, and can hear  you and Mommy talking."

“I’m hungry.”  

“I know. I hear your tummy growling, Ana.  Yours too Elle, so let’s start breakfast.”  

Nico gathered ingredients and put them on the counter.  

“May I help?”  Elle inquired.

“Me too.”  Ana chimed in.

Together, the little family made breakfast.  Under Nico’s watchful eye, Elle made her very first dish of baked eggs

 while Nico chopped  up  fruit, cheese, and bread to go along with it.  

“Is there more?  Mommy cooks good.”

“Well, Ana.”  Nico gently corrected.

“Mommy cooks well.”  Ana repeated.

“Yes she does.”   Nico smiled at Elle who was beaming.  

“Yes, there’s more, I'll get you some.”  Elle smiled, taking Ana's empty plate.

Everything felt so relaxed there.   Elle remembered even being at the palace  never truly doing much but always being on a strict schedule.  Even at the hospital, she had a schedule she had to follow strictly between appointments and therapy.  She always had somewhere to be. Here, it was like time was limitless, and she could just for lack of a better word BE.  

Later that morning they packed their bags for the beach.   Nico had brought several swimsuits for Elle, one of which one was a sexy Mediterranean blue bikini.  Elle had never been ashamed of her body,  and she loved the color, so Elle slipped on the bikini with the coverup.  When they stripped down  to their  bathing suits, they were all wearing the same color blue.  She felt Nico’s eyes on her when she pulled off her coverup.  His eyes longingly roamed her bare skin; he was still attracted to her.  She found her eyes  wandering over Nico’s body, he had  kept himself in very decent shape. Not quite the physical level he was at when he was in the KingsGuard, but Nico was still very muscular.

They spend the day at the beach  taking in the sun and water, only taking a minor break for a late lunch which was a short walk up the boardwalk  a bit to a restaurant with outdoor seating where Nico picked a light meal with a huge helping of watermelon with feta and mint  to finish.  

When they headed back to  the beach Ana was playing in the sand a little distance from them.  

“Is this really our life here Nico?  I feel like we’re on vacation.  

Isn’t Ana in school? and I’m suspicious that ‘real life is going to come at me fast’.”

“Elle, I decided to keep Ana home for a few days, I thought it would be good for all of us.  I told you, your father’s stipend he’s been sending us, has afforded us to have a different kind of life than  what I could have provided for you.  Before he began sending it, I lived with my mother and I worked on the fishing boats, just like I used to.  Ana barely saw me. I’d be gone twelve hours a day at a time. My mother was caring for Ana more than I was.  With the money your father started sending, I don’t have to work,  and neither do you, and I’m glad as it allowed me to be so present in Ana’s life when you couldn’t.  Now, that you’re here though, I do want to find a job somewhere.  Not right away,  because I know Ana is so used to me being around, but now, you’re here…..”

“So…. it’s my turn now?”    

Nico grabbed her, shaking his head.

“I didn’t mean it in that way, Elle, not like it sounded.  Ana needs to spend time with you. She wants to spend time with you.  I’m also a man, and I don’t want to live off another man’s money.”  

“We don’t have to take it anymore. We will be fine.”  

“Your father shows up when he can, to visit with Ana.  But I understand why he does it, it makes him feel connected to Ana, making sure she has every possible thing she could ever want or need in his absence.”  

“That sounds a lot like my father.”  

“And I miss working.  I’ve been working some sort of job to financially contribute to a household since I was eight years old.  I want to provide for my family.  You and Ana are my family.”

“I understand, let’s wait a little bit longer,  then you can start looking for work.”  

Nico nodded in agreement. “Thank You Elle.”  

Over the next several months Elle and Nico started getting closer.  It was like they were dating.  Elle was wearing the burgundy dress and Nico a suit, and they were having dinner on the dock decorated very similarly to that night Elle and Nico had shared that Christmas Eve night, years ago before their world unraveled.    

Ana loved her parents getting closer; she loved watching them.  They looked happy.  They would hold hands, her Papa would bring home flowers for her mommy. He smiled so much more now, than Ana had ever seen.  Her Papa looked so happy. Even though Ana wanted to always be with them, they started to want to be together sometimes, just them.  Her parents were dating.  Ana watched them that evening on the docks in awe.  They first ate a candlelight dinner, all the time shyly smiling at each other,  talking and laughing,  then he reached out his hand to her.  He pulled her close to him and they slow-danced on the dock.  

She jumped when she felt someone grab her arm.

“Yiayiál!"

“I knew you would sneak out to follow them.”

“I wanted to see.”  

“This is not for your eyes. We’re going home.”  

Mama K stood for a moment watching the pair. Their movements slowed until they were at a standstill staring deeply into each other's eyes and they shared a tender kiss.

“Your parents are in love, that’s all you need to know.  They love each other.  We’re going home now.”

“Can we stay a little longer?”

“Now Eliana, we’re going now!  Let them be.”

Mama K grabbed Ana’s hand giving Elle and Nico the true privacy they needed.

Elle pulled away from his deepened kiss.

“I’m sorry. I’m just not ready to do this with you.”

“It’s alright, our past has been difficult at times.  You don’t have to explain.”  

“Yes I do.  That first time, a long time ago,  when I gave myself to you, I was using my body as an object of lust to control you, and to manipulate you. Now, I understand how special that moment should have been between you and I, and it wasn’t, because I wasted it.”

“We were both different people then. It’s alright, we will wait then Elle, that’s all.  Until the moment feels right for the both of us.”  

“Looks like tonight the moment is right for you.”  

“Whenever you are ready, as am I.”  Nico smiled. So they decided to continue on at their pace.  

Nico had gotten a job at a local museum.  He was given a decent wage given his past of being a member of the KingsGuardsmen.  His job allowed him  to have all his meals  with  Elle,  and have both breakfast and dinner with everyone.   Elle always had lunch for him  waiting when he came home for his break.  Elle enjoyed being at home, taking care of the house, and the family, and had become quite the cook with Nico and Mama K’s help.  It was a simple life,  a life Elle didn’t know she wanted, but she loved.

That afternoon when he came home for his lunch break, Elle was nowhere in sight, and the air didn’t smell of a meal heating up for him; the table was empty.

“Elle?”  

There was no response to his call, so Nico continued to  investigate.  Before he reached Elle’s room, he heard soft music coming from it, the door was slightly ajar.  He pushed the door open calling her name.

He saw her reflection in the mirror first. 

She was sitting at the vanity as her eyes met his.   Nico couldn’t control the audible grunt that escaped his mouth.  

When Elle stood and faced him,  Nico immediately dropped his bag, walking into the room,  his eyes traveling up and down Elle’s form.  

Elle was wearing a very revealing sexy black lace dress?  Robe?  Lingerie?  He had no idea what the hell it was that Elle was wearing exactly,  but he did know one thing; she looked absolutely amazing in it.  And the sensual outfit she was wearing didn’t leave much to the imagination.

Nico pushed the door closed locking it.  A little smirk formed on Elle’s face.

“Hungry?”  she asked him.

Nico slowly nodded in affirmation.  “Starving.”

Elle’s hands went to the bow tied slightly above her hip.  

“No, let me get that.  I want to unwrap my present.”  Elle repositioned herself, one hand laid at her side, the other rested on her hip.  Her eyes had him entranced as he approached her.  

Nico’s fingertips grazed the portions of her bare skin until he reached to bow, nimbly untying it, causing the garment to fall away from Elle’s body.   She was still absolute perfection to him in every way.  

“You’re even more beautiful than I remember.”  

She smiled at him, as she helped him out of his clothes. His body trembled under her touch.

“No one has ever made me feel like you do Elle.”  

The way he touched her was never rough but for some reason at that moment felt more gentle.  

“I could say the same about you Nico.”

“This is our first time.”  Nico whispered.  

“We have a child together.”

“And I say we can still start over. So let’s start over. Let me show you what that night should have been like for the two of us."

"I have a question for you."

He loved the mischievous glint in Elle's eyes.

"Hmmmm?" He groaned softly.

"What would you like?"

"I would like you to open your legs for me so I can eat."

She complied to Nico’s request as he slid down her body.  

Elle cried out in pleasure, which made Nico persist that much more to please her. She bucked her hips giving him more access to her. His grip tightened on her thighs holding her in place burying his face deep into her center.  

How had she forgotten how good he was at doing that to her.  She tightly pulled his hair as she began to experience a body trembling release. The first of several that afternoon.  

He slid back up her body wedging his body between her thighs.  

“Say yes to me Elle.”  

“Yes.”  she whispered. 

Nico gently rolled his hips and slowly and passionately made love to Elle. 

Elle woke up to Nico’s soft kisses to her skin.

“We need to get up, Ana will be home from school soon.”  

“You stayed with me?”  

“Of course. You think I was going back to work after that?”  

“I hoped not.”

That afternoon Elle started moving her items into Nico’s room.  

Christmas Preparations

“You know how big of a deal this is right?”  

“What?”  

“My mother asked you to help prepare the Christmas meal with my sisters.”  

“I mean, I thought she was doing it to be nice to include me.”  

“My mother lets no one into her kitchen unless she thinks they can cook.  And being asked to assist with a holiday meal, is a really big deal Elle.”  

“Really?”  

“My sister Nia still only decorates the table.”  He chuckled loudly.  

“Wow. Mama K is savage.”

“She’s honest, if Nia was cooking Christmas dinner, we’d all starve.”  

“I take that back, Mama K isn’t the only one that’s savage, so are you Nico.”  

"The apple never falls far from the tree you know."

Christmas Dinner

Elle chuckled softly at Nia setting the table.  

“Stop it!”   Mama K swatted Elle’s arm.  

“I’m just glad to be here.  My second Christmas dinner with you all, with my family.”  

“Yes and our family is going to get bigger.”  

“Huh?”  

“I keep having dreams about fish.”  

All the women in the kitchen stopped preparing their dishes looking around at each other.

“What does that mean?”  

Everyone turned to look at Elle like she had sprouted a second head.

“Mama’s dreams are always dead on.”  

“But what does it mean to dream of fish?”

“One of you is pregnant, now or about to be soon.”

Elle laughed.  

“You really don’t think that’s a real thing right?”  

We’ll see who’s laughing in a few more weeks, Eleanor.”  

Christmas dinner with the Karahalios family was just as she remembered it. Loud, full of laughter, celebrations, and food.  Lots of food.  Elle ate to her heart’s desire, and when she glanced down at her mini sitting next to her, her plate was filled as well.  

“You’re just like your mama, you're a very healthy eater, and your Papa, never turned down a plate either.”  

After dinner, Elle helped  Mama K put away the food.  She noticed Mama K watching her intently.  

“What is it?”  

“Nothing, considering your upbringing and the life you lived in the palace, it’s surprising you fit in so well here.”

“Well…  I always felt like I never fit in there.  This always felt like home to me, even from the first visit. Nico always tells me I have the heart of a Greek girl.”  

“I see that.”  

Three Weeks Later

Nico had come home on his lunch break.  

“You’re not eating?”  

“No, I’m not very hungry.”  

“Something’s going on with you.  What is it?”  

Elle took a sip of her drink for her coffee cup.

“We’ve talked about a lot of things, different subjects since I came home.”  

“Yes we have.”  

“There’s one thing we didn’t talk about though.”  

“Okay……”  Nico put down his fork completely and stopped eating.

“We haven’t talked about the possibility of more children.”

Nico looked surprised.  “Oh.”  

“Just wondering what you think about that.”  

He wiped his mouth with his napkin.  “I’ve thought about it.  We talked about it before, a long time ago.”  

“Is it something you might still want…with me?”  

“Yes it is.”

“So a few weeks ago I laughed at Mama K, because of a dream she said she had.”  

“What was the dream about?”  

“About fish.”  

Nico sat up straight in his seat. 

“Turns out she was right.”  

Nico got up from his seat walking over to her.  He picked up the cup she was drinking from, smelling its contents.  It was the Apple Tea recipe his mother had given her all those years ago.  A prideful smile slowly emerged onto his lips. 

“Say it Elle.”  

She took a deep breath.  

“I’m pregnant.”  

#bebepac writes #the rotten apple 🍎 #elle x nico #evil ellie rys #choices fanfiction #play choices #trr fanfic #trr fandom #choices fandom #choices fic writers creations

[terresdebrumestories]

Work in progress: Together, in the same direction

A fic set in the same AU as All on my own, a TOG fic in which Nico and Yusuf deal with the ups and downs of parenting kid!Booker (with some help from aunties Quyhn and Andy). It is technically a sequel (there's a time gap of 33 years) but you shouldn't need to read AomO to understand the story.

In TitSD, Booker has been missing for eight years and suddenly comes back in Nile's life, his childhood best friend. The fic will be from Nile's POV with endgame Booker/Nile (though I want Nile and the sudden overhaul to her life to be the main focus) but this is perhaps one of the more Booker-focused scenes. Anyway, I just wrote this after eight months of being unable to write so you get the raw, unedited version as teaser :P

“Hi baba,” Basti says eventually.

“Where were you?” Yussuf demands, tears in his eyes. “What did you do? Why would you—do you have any idea how worried you were? The police asked if we wanted to declare you dead!”

Nile winces, rooted to the spot. she wants to interject, to say something in Basti’s defense…but she has thought all of this too. She wondered, and she asked, and as much as she empathizes with the way Basti hunches on himself she can’t make herself stop Yussuf, when he has even more of a right to know than she does.

“I’m sorry,” Basti sobs eventually, “Baba, I’m so sorry, I—”

“Oh,” Yussuf exclaims, anger and hurt vanishing from his voice entirely as he reaches up to pull Basti in a hug. “Oh, helwa, I’m sorry! I’m sorry. I was so scared and so sad for so long, and now you’re here and I’m yelling!”

“It’s okay,” Basti says while Nile breathes a sigh of relief. “It’s okay, I—”

“It’s not!” Yussuf cuts off.

Behind him, Nile can see Nico’s hand play with his collar, the way she’s always seen him do whenever Basti had an episode. It’s comforting and sad all at once, and when he catches her looking she can’t help but go to him and press their shoulders together.

“Baba,” Basti’s saying, it’s okay—”

“It isn’t, but thank you for pretending,” Yusuf says, shaking his head. Nile can’t see his face anymore from here, but it’s so easy to hear the smile in his voice. “Helwa—my son, my boy, I’m so happy you’re back.”

Yussuf pulls Basti in even tighter, burying his face in his shoulder, and then Basti does the same, and Nile watches them cry into each others’ neck. She feels Nico put his hand in hers at the same time she realizes she’s crying too, and when she turns to the side his cheeks are dry but his eyes are bright. Nile squeezes his hand, comforted when he squeezes back.

“'Ana jidun masrurun,” Yusuf says, muffled, and Basti sobs again and manages:

“Me too—aishtaqt lak kathiran ya 'abi.”

There is a long silence, broken only by Basti and Yusuf’s gentling sobs. In her hand, Nile can feel Nico’s fingers trembling. He’s quiet still, the same silence that made him seem so much more solemn than he truly is. It’s the same silence that used to scare Basti to death, convinced as he always was that one day it would break and give way to some great disappointment.

Even now, forty years old and a full head taller than his father, Basti can’t quite make himself look him in the eyes. Nile watches him extract himself from Yusuf’s embrace with slow movement, like he’d prefer to stay hidden in there forever. She tries to give him an encouraging smile, though she’s not sure he sees it, and then she steps away from Nico when he releases her hand.

She shuffles, awkward and raw from the tears that still linger in her eyes, and willingly goes into Yusuf’s arms when he opens them for her.

“Thank you for bringing him back,” he whispers in her ear.

Nile chuckles despite herself—wants to say she didn’t do anything, she just drove—but she lets Yusuf hug her and kiss her forehead, happy to soak in the comfort he’s always so willing to give. When she breaks the hug and turns to Basti again, she finds him standing with his face in Nico’s hands, the back of his ears crimson with emotion as he chokes:

“—but it wouldn’t have helped, papà. I was—I—” Basti sobs again, sounding almost like a little child, rubbing at his eyes with the back of his knuckles. “I wanted—I wanted—a way out. And there—there’s only two ways out; there’s—the slow one—or the fast one and I thought—I thought—”

“Oh, pìcolo,” Niccolò sighs, pulling Basti’s head down until their foreheads are touching, “sometimes you are like me in the ways I least wished you to be.”

Nile gasps and feels herself move to speak, but Yusuf’s hand on her shoulder roots her in place. In front of her, she sees Basti try to jerk away, but Niccolò holds him tight and sighs:

“That’s not what I meant.

“Papà—”

“I told you, didn’t I? That I didn’t choose to stop talking to my family.”

Nile has never heard this story. She winces, even as Basti nods, and tries to step back, but Yusuf catches her hand on his shoulder and holds on tight.

“You’re family,” he mouths when she looks at him. “You can stay.”

“I thought it would be fitting,” Nico is saying when Nile swallows and looks back at him. “To die in a place known for the very thing I didn’t want to be, when even Jerusalem had failed to change me.��

Twenty-six years earlier

“No but really,” Nile insisted, ignoring the way her mom tries to shush her, “how did you meet?”

“Nile,” Mom said on her right, Jordan snickering on her left, “if they don’t want to tell the story they don’t have to.”

“No,” Niccolò said eventually, “it’s alright.”

He had very, very blue eyes, the kind that made it easy to forget he and Seb weren’t related. He spoke quietly, seriously, like every answer to every question was important. Sometimes, it made him feel almost austere—that was a new word Nile had heard in school and it suited him—and it scared Seb, but it was also nice to be taken seriously.

“We met in Tel-Aviv. Yusuf was there on annual leave.”

“From Egypt,” Yusuf chimed in, smiling as he reached for his husband’s hand. “Homosexuality is illegal there, you know…so sometimes I gave myself a week to go be gay somewhere where it was okay.”

Nile nodded, trying to look a little like she understands the feeling, even though she didn’t really. She already knew about Egyptian law, because Seb had wanted to do a presentation about the history of marriage equality in their Civic Education class last year. Seb had even mentioned his parents had lived there for a while, despite the risks, so that part wasn’t surprising.

“And I was there because I was gay and didn’t want to be,” Niccolò said, sighing, something like a sad smile at the corner of his mouth. “I wanted to prove to myself that I could decide to be straight.”

“Fortunately, our love was meant to be,” Yusuf chimed in, smiling so bright even Seb—who had rolled his eyes when Niccolò started the story—couldn’t help but smile in answer. “We met, and we talked, and we parted ways—”

“You left,” Niccolò pointed out, quiet but smiling.

“I did, I did,” Yusuf admitted, nodding his head with his eyebrows raised high. “And that was almost the biggest mistake of my life—but! I came back!”

“You did,” Niccolò concedes in turn.

“I searched all the bars and all the restaurants I could think of to find the beautiful man who had stolen my heart and soul,” Yusuf continued, “but I couldn’t find a single trace of him! Even on my very last day—you should have seen me: I was trekking through the streets with my cabin luggage, staring at strangers like a possessed man—”

“You should have combed your hair,” Niccolò said, mock serious, and Nile heard Seb snort in laughter at the same time she did.

“Hayati, I am trying to be romantic,” Yusuf protested, making Seb scoff.

“That’s your default state, Baba.”

“Thank you,” Yusuf said, “I’m glad you noticed. Now, as I was saying—”

“He found me,” Niccolò said, finding Yusuf’s eyes and holding his gaze. “He saved me. I’ve never needed another altar since.”

#The Old Guard #Sebastien Le Livre #Yusuf Al Kaysani #Niccolo Di Genova #Nile Freeman #TOG Fic #Fic: Together in the same direction #Matt writes #LISTEN #I'm just really happy I wrote this #In fact I'm so happy I may try to write more once I posted this even though it's technically bedtime #So there it is have fun y'all

[satashiiwrites]

wip whenever

I was tagged by @monsterrae1​ a few days ago for wip wednesday… and well… my week has been a tad on the busy side.  So wip whenever…. Yeah.  Anyways thanks for the tag as always!  Tagging whoever would like to participate—no pressure. Banner by @radio-chatter​

Title: Sleepless in LA, chapter 2: April 

Fandom: 911

Pairings: Buddie endgame, will have mentioned Buck/Ali, probably Buck/Taylor and Buck/Abby mentions (at least… I haven’t decided how much taylor is going to appear) as well as prior Eddie/Shannon, and Eddie/Ana

Fic summary: 

Navigating the aftermath of Shannon’s death, Eddie never thought he’d be a widower by age thirty-two and raising a kid on his own without any help. When Christopher calls into one of those late-night talk radio shows asking how to help his Dad, Eddie realizes that he needs to try and move on for Christopher’s sake, so he reluctantly starts dating what everyone tells him is the perfect woman for someone like him.

It turns out Christopher, and he have much different ideas of just who they need. Buck has had a terrible year.  His physical injuries from the truck bombing were bad enough but having Ali leave him seems like a sign from the universe that he’s always meant to be alone. Listening to the radio at night, he hears the most adorable kid ever talking about how his Dad is sad and needs a new partner—LA kids are pretty progressive, and this Christopher kid isn’t particular if his Dad ends up with a woman or a man. It almost gives him hope, but who would want to date a firefighter who can’t help anyone?

A chance encounter on a pier, a tsunami, and a promise to meet up at the Griffith Park Observatory on Valentine’s Day brings together two soulmates who, in another life, would have met very differently.

Warnings/tags: alternative first meetings, heavily inspired by Sleepless in Seattle but not a fusion, tsunami arc/truck bombing arc, Christopher Diaz is a national treasure, heavy angst, peril of characters (but not this part unless you consider depression being in peril), first draft

Also, I made some new art to go with. Not really this chapter but… yeah. 

Physical therapy started even before the cast came off the third week of April.  Bobby drove him to his first appointment but Buck noticed how pale under his tan Bobby got when he picked him up afterwards.  Buck had been completely worn out by a forty-five minute appointments.  His stamina and physical fitness prior to the accident had been excellent which he’d been told repeatedly by all the medical professionals was probably why he’d been able to keep his leg instead of ending up with an amputation.

Well, all that fitness had vanished and he felt weak as a newborn kitten.  

Bobby had noticed and immediately began to hover, unable to hide how guilty he felt about Buck being injured. 

It wasn’t Bobby’s fault.  Buck had been clear on that.  The only person responsible was Freddie Costas, but what was even the point in blaming him?  The kid had lost his dad and gone off the deep end… which Buck could understand. 

What he couldn’t stand was Bobby looking at him like he was so Buck said he’d make his own way to his therapy appointments.  Maddie worked a lot of day shifts so she couldn’t take him to very many either and he hated asking her because she inevitably brought up what he was going to do with his life.   Buck hadn’t bothered asking Athena, Hen, or Chim because he didn’t want to find out what they thought of things or his life choices. 

Making his own way, at first, meant just ordering an Uber but that got expensive.  While he was getting disability pay, Buck knew that he couldn’t depend on that forever.  So he’d become an expert on mass transit in LA and the power of a TAP card. 

It also had the additional benefit of taking up more of his time. 

All he had was time anymore with nothing to fill it. 

Too much time meant spending it in his head, worrying about how he was going to get back to work or how he was going to help people instead of being a useless do-nothing.

#sleepless in la #wip whenever #first draft #buddie #valentine fic 2023 #i have bitten off more than i should #yet again #angst #tsunami/truck bombing era

[queerbuckleys]

throwback thursday

tagged by @dickley-buddie and @loveyourownsmiilee

okay so this is something that i wrote last summer hiatus, based on the quote “you can put your strength down now. i’m here with you at your kitchen table. you don’t need to say anything.” and i just never figured out how to complete it. and then they wrote, directed, produced edited, the embodiment of this quote so beautifully that i just decided to let it go to the metaphorical google drive in the sky but i really like what i have so here it is.

Eddie was sitting at the kitchen table. The Vice grip on his throat so tight it hurt. He could barely breathe.

“You don’t have to say anything Ed’s. You can just break. You are allowed to break.”

And that’s when the dam broke.

The dam that was built brick by brick. The first laid when the words “I’m pregnant” fell from Shannon’s lips.

The words “I do” filling in the cracks.

The thick camouflage canvas resting on his shoulders adding to the weight. .

The cracking of gunfire flying over his head seeping into the gaps. The whistle of the sniper rifle permeating each empty space.

Carla’s words “make sure you are following your heart, not Christopher’s” had poked a hole in it somewhere. Hearing Buck “he would have been better off if I was the one who was shot” had cracked the foundation.

Hours ago he had sat across from Ana, feeling more numb. But was still able to get the words out.

“I’m sorry. I know this may seem harsh but, you are not who I want. I hope you find that someone.”

And she responded with a nod and replied, “I just hope you find the courage to tell him.”

And that’s how he found himself at buck’s kitchen table. Numb again, but the tingle of something making it impossible to speak. The frustration building that he couldn’t get the easiest thing he had ever done into words.

Because falling in love with Evan Buckley was just that. It was so easy he hadn’t really even realized it was happening.

So the dam broke when Buck read him like a book. The simple words that had been implied in the years of friendship finally spoken out loud. How he could tell that words were not gonna come without the dam breaking, the ever so explicit permission adding the last drop of what the dam was holding back. So he let it all go. Each brick slid from its slot, pushed by the wave of emotion. The wave of emotion so strong that Eddie slammed his hand on the table harshly, the sound reverberating through the open loft. He felt Buck gently curl his fingers around his where they had tensed in fist now resting on the table and just look at him with those expressive blue eyes, filled with worry amd kindness. Kindness that Eddie had worked hard to believe he deserved.

“I-I broke up with her and I’m not sad. I’m not upset. I should be upset. But I’m just not. Cause all, all I can think about is, well, you.” Eddie finally said the frustration fading as he spoke, his gaze lowered.

“What?” Buck’s Voice cracked,

“I broke up with Ana.”

“I got that part, it’s the last part of what you said that I’m struggling with.”

“I realized something. And I should have realized sooner really. And looking back it feels so obvious. Evan,” his voice catching on the other mans name, but finding the courage to raise his eyes, and turn his hand so they were holding hands gently “next to loving Christopher, loving you is the easiest thing I have ever done. Falling in love with you has been. I know we have had moments when maybe it felt tough-“

“You love me? Like for real, in love with me? Why?” Because of all the things that Buck had been waiting to hear, that was the one thing he had pushed so far out of his mind as a possibility. Because all the things he had been taught, loving him was hard was what he was taught most often.

And if that didn’t shatter Eddie’s heart. Because all the times Buck had been vulnerable, had gazed at him openly, that question had been lingering under words over and over but never said so blatant.

“That’s just it. I love you. And I love you because you are you. Because you hum while you flip pancakes in my kitchen, pancakes my son asked you for. My son who trusts you, who looks up to you, who loves you just as much as you love him. Because you always know what to say and how to make things better. Because you are kind. Because you make this easy.”

At some point he had moved to the chair directly next to Buck, and was looking intently at the younger man, who was just staring back, disbelief drawn on his face.

“Do you believe me?”

tagging: @adventuresofprettyboyandthekid @goldenretrieverfirefighters @buckdoesntevenhaveacouch @piningpettyeddie and anyone else who wants to share.

#throw back thursday #yeah…i left it there and it haunts me

[stagefullofentertainment]

New Year's - New Promises

Just a little short story about the things our beloved characters would promise for themselves (or others) for the New Year's!

With the clock counting last hours and minutes of the old year, every resident of the one and only Hazbin Hotel felt at least a smidgen of festivity in their minds. I cannot answer for their hearts because who knows when they let them be sealed shut. Not all, I'll admit, but the vast majority did. Don't let this sad fact fall deep to your heart, let me do the story telling part.

As I was saying, everyone gathered around the main lobby of the hotel where different little tables were scattered around with various appetizers, desserts and drinks, ready to be served. Although Christmas decorations remained (to Alastor's dismay), the atmosphere was energetic and inviting to party and celebrate.

All wore their dearest celebratory outfits! Colours of gold, silver, black and green were greatly favoured among them. Of course, we can't forget razzle, dazzle and sequins! Interested in outfits? Let me fill you in! So, over there, near one bit sandwiches table stood Vaggie and Husk, holding their glasses of their respective choice of alcohol. Vaggie was rocking an indigo pant suit with a red shirt. Husk wore a silver tie, matching his new top hat, gifted by Niffty. She herself had pulled up a chair to the desserts table to make it easier to get food. She wore a simple green dress but with her own embroideries on it. Near the bar stood Angel, donning a sparkly golden dress which left little to the imagination. Yes, it was toned down from the first time he wore it. Besides him was Charlie, who chose a black shirt and pants combination with golden suspenders on top. She even managed to add some hair glitter to her, well, hair. At last there was Alastor, sitting on a sofa, making sure that appropriate music is being played tonight, observing others. His usual wear wasn't much different than usual. Alastor just switched the main colour to black and outlines to red. Voila! Simple as that.

There were small talk and chit-chat going around, everyone was enjoying their time and not letting all the world's, well, hell's problems bother them tonight. That was until a dessert spoon tapping on a champagne glass sound was heard. All turned their heads to it's direction, seeing that Charlie was the one to make it.

Charlie: Dear friends! I would love to offer a toast!

Smiles, big and small, manifested on everyone's faces. They all gathered around Charlie, those who hadn't had a glass of champagne grabbing one. Vaggie stood beside Charlie, hugging her around midriff with one arm while the other held Vaggie's drink. Charlie looked to her lovingly and then payed attention to others, ignoring Angel's knowing smirk.

Charlie: Well, actually, I would love that all of us could say a toast! But with a twist!

Niffty: Oh! What kind of twist?

Charlie: That we all say one thing, like a New Year's promise to ourselves or others, but it has to start with the first letter of your name.

Alastor: Hmm, I see. I suppose that should do something with trying to be a better person?

Charlie: Well, that would be great but you don't have to.

Angel: Phew!

Vaggie: Watch it, araña.

Angel: Lovely name, Vags, really.

Charlie: So, would anyone like to start?

Niffty: I could try!

Alastor: That's the spirit, Niffty!

Charlie: Go ahead!

Niffty: *Giggles from unexpected embarrassment, feeling everyone's gaze on her* Okay, something from n. Hmm... Would not worrying about everything so much work?

Charlie: Yeah, sure!

Niffty: Then I wish that over the next year my worries drop to null!

Charlie cheered, encouraging others to support each other. Niffty blushed from all the encouragement.

Angel: Well, if that's how we toast, mind if I say mine now?

Charlie: Of course!

Angel: Okay! So, over the next year I wish to experience more ana-

Vaggie: *Shouts enraged* Don't you dare finish that sentence!

Angel: What? She said that I could wish for whatever.

Charlie: Maybe not to that extent?

Angel: Fine, ya buzz killers.

Angel thought for few moments, oblivious to everything happening around him. He snapped his fingers.

Angel: I got it! This year I will appreciate life more!

Husk: Weren't you doing that already?

Angel: Not at my fullest capacity!

Charlie: Okay! I'll accept it! Now, whose next?

Husk: I would like to throw this out of the way.

Charlie: Husk, you don't have to if you don't want to!

Husk: It's fine. You know what? I would like to find happiness this year.

Alastor: *Mocking tone* I thought that you were already the happiest person here!

If looks could kill, Husk's irritated stare would make Alastor drop dead right here right now but since it doesn't work like Husk would love it to, Alastor's stupid smirk continues to haunt him. Husk chose to ignore him and added to his wish.

Husk: *Holds his index finger* I also want to try out the Hanami cocktail. Never had it.

Niffty: Oh! It's so good! I know a place where we could get those.

Husk: I'm in.

Alastor: While we still are here and not running to drink till passing, I would like to intercept. I want to see, spread and enjoy all the entertainment available!

Charlie: Well, yours isn't exactly tied to your letter.

Alastor: What do you mean? I even had two a's in there!

Charlie: You know what, you're right. Okay! Vaggie?

Vaggie: *Sighs* Okay. What could start with a v? No, Angel, don't even try!

Angel immediately shut his mouth, pretending to look at his glass with interest.

Vaggie: What if I promised to value all of you more?

Charlie: Aww!

Charlie kissed Vaggie on her cheek, making her blush ignoring shouts like "What do you mean? Are we not valuable already?".

Charlie: I think I'm the only one left! I promise to keep count on every single day that we have fun!

Alastor: Well, is it just me or now yours letter doesn't make sense?

Charlie: Don't hate the player, hate the game, my dear.

Alastor looked at her surprised but with small content tweaking his heart. Alastor bowed his head a little to Charlie, making her smile sincerely.

Charlie: With that out of the way, let's celebrate!

With that they all resumed to party activities, dancing and snacking through the evening. Later, when the clock was mere minutes till midnight, Charlie invited them on the hotel's roof. When it struck 12, she let various colourful fireworks with her magic. Even Alastor decided to help Charlie out. He too made some fireworks appear with his magic.

All watched it unfold in awe. Truly, a magical and happy start to our friends.

#headcanon #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel charlie #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel vaggie #hazbin hotel husk #hazbin angel dust #hazbin niffty #charlie morningstar #alastor #vaggie #husk #angel dust #niffty

[intothewickedwood]

Once Upon A Time In Wonderland Rewatch: 1x09 Nothing to Fear

Omg, poor Will. This could be a ride at Disney.

But Lizard didn’t rub the lamp, she just opened the bottle. Hmm. I suppose Alice didn’t rub it either. She just walked into it.

Oh snap! Did her towel fall down?!  

Woah! The way Will was dragged back! Poor dude needs a rest.

Lmao! I crack up every time Will says bollocks.  

I’m so happy Alice and Cyrus are back together!

Omg, was Anastasia watching them all that time?!

Does Alice not remember anything that happened?

Damn, Cyrus looks so good in that shirt.  

That caterpillar must have taken forever to get to the castle.

Where’s Ana gone?

Jesus Christ, Jafar! Chill for one second!

Interesting method of creating a location spell. Perhaps that’s how locator potions are made.

That’s cool that anyone can use a locator spell. Would have been a blessing for the characters of the main show if they knew or remembered that.

Omg, she’s coming!!

Oh, Jafar has met death, so to speak. So, he did die when the Sultan attacked him. I guess, somehow, his mother’s powers resurrected him, which, again makes me wonder if she has rendered him immortal.

Alice actually drawing her sword to defend the Queen! I did not see that coming!  

If they knock over those torches, won’t they set the ground on fire?  

Alice and Cyrus grasping fingers to comfort one another while they’re tied up. They’re so cute!!

Also, those mome raths sound terrifying.

They’re quite cute in the animated movie but I’d be petrified to face these ones while tied up in the middle of nowhere.

How did Alice get out of those binds?? Sheer determination!

The Queen just noping the heck out of there straight away xD.

Lizard makes me really sad.

And Will is so oblivious, bless him. She’s giving you major heart eyes, my dude!

That was a pretty loaded wish Lizard just made. It seems you can wish for more than one thing at once as long as they’re somewhat related things.

Oh man, unrequited love always gets me.

Jabber Jabber! Oh my God, she’s here!!! Loml. I love her so much!  

That disembodied voice. So creepy! Her powers are so cool!

“I’m not worried about getting inside your head. Don’t you see? I’m already in there.” Jafar’s like, “Oh sh*t.”

Cylice is life, Cylice is love.

Aaaaaah! He’s proposing!!

Cyrus is so charming. Can I marry him too?

God, I love them.

Don’t say it, Lizard! Don’t!  

That wish backfired in the worst possible way. She didn’t even mean to make a wish!  

Poor Lizard.

And poor Will. Not sure I’d ever make a wish after seeing how badly they can go.

Did Anastasia know Lizard? It seems like she did.

Uh oh! Ana’s Will’s master.

Alice: “Happily ever after can’t just be for us. It has to be for everyone, for all of wonderland.” The character development! Go Alice!

And Anastasia’s staying to fight too!  

Ow! That sword in the chest must be so uncomfortable for the Jabberwocky.  

I love how animalistic she is. I want to know more about her past!  

Okay but part of the reason I love her is because she’s played by the same actress who plays Dr. Sam Sharpe in my second favourite show, CBBC’s Jeopardy. Adored her in that! And Jabber is such a contrast to her role in that because Sam was super kind and caring. When my mum and I watch this, we joke that Sam had enough of Helen Stanich aggressively telling her what to do all the time and decided to go apesh*t. Also watch CBBC’s Jeopardy. It’s on youtube and it’s an amazing experience.

Whoever thought of this interpretation of the Jabberwocky was a genius. A human-like creature that can sense and make you relive your fears until you’re petrified to death? Incredible! And also, terrifying.  

#ouat #once upon a time #ouatiw #once upon a time in wonderland #alice in wonderland #scarlet queen #will scarlet #jafar #the red queen #cylice #ouatiw 1x09 nothing to fear #ouatiw 1x09 #1x09 nothing to fear #ouatiw nothing to fear #ouatiw rewatch #ouatiw rewatch 2022 #ouat rewatch #ouat rewatch 2019

[bloodmoonobsessed]

i didn’t eat yesterday after two triggering things but i will eat today even if it’s not even 1000 calories… i’ll eat something. i have to eat… i’m still sad.

i’m losing my ed therapist next month (like she’s quitting) and for a short while (2-4 months due to maternity leave) my ed nutritionist… they’re big supports for me and i’m worried i’m gonna severely relapse in march-may like i do almost every year (whether its full ana or my BP) with how they’re going away. i’m looking for at least one of them to be replaced (if it’s just a nutritionist it will be limited to julie’s maternity leave) julie said she had some podcasts for when she leaves i’ll definitely check those out if they’re free idk what they are but shes an HAES/ eating disorder nutritionist… sighhhh i’m scared

#ed recovery #ana recovery #recovery

[campmurderparty]

ingrid & nora.

Ingrid’s legs were already growing tired. She thought she kept a steady exercise routine before, but ellipticals and spin bikes apparently worked out different muscles than needed for hiking. Sweat was already beginning to collect at her hairline and her cheeks reddened the more they walked. She didn’t have to worry about getting hurt, nora had all the training needed for an emergency, but she was trying her hardest not to become annoyed by the heat and physical exertion. It was just something she had to endure. The views would be worth it, seeing the happiness on nora’s face when they got through the weekend would make it all worth it. Again, she tried to convince herself to keep an open mind. She could end up loving caving. She could beg nora to take her out again once it was all over. 

The problem was that ingrid had never been a fan of the outdoors. Even walking through the forest, she didn’t marvel over the lush greenery or yearned for the glimpse of some wildlife; she thought about the bugs that were sure to find her skin, she thought about the bears or mountain lions—animals she wasn’t even sure were in that forest—coming to rip them apart. She even thought about some hermit that wouldn’t take too kindly to them walking by their cabin and would greet them with a shotgun, maybe worse. Nora hadn’t addressed her concerns yet, instead pulling her by the hand towards something. “Wait–” she didn’t get to finish saying, suddenly they stopped just before a canyon. Feeling nora’s arms around her waist, ingrid leaned back slightly and rested her neck against nora’s shoulder. Still a bit uneasy, she craved the comfort that her fiancée always brought her. Silent as they waited, the sun finally began to rise and spread light across the canyon. A smile broke out on ingrid’s face, slightly blinded by the grandeur of the sun. it felt like, up in the mountains, they were closer to it than they were on the ground. 

She felt nora’s eyes on her face and turned a bit to look back. In front of such a beautiful sight and all nora wanted to do was look at her. Nora kissed her hard, ingrid matching the intensity before they both pulled back. “I love you too, baby.” The romance of it nearly made her want to cry. No one had made ingrid feel so special, so loved. Not genuinely. The man that she had been involved with when she was eighteen made her feel special and loved sometimes, but other times made her so miserable it tore her heart apart—she hesitated to call it grooming, though hearing the stories of other women that had been often had her comparing them to her previous relationship. After years of breaking up with theo and then getting back together with him, they finally parted ways for good. She didn’t date much after him, too focused on law school and getting a job at a good firm, and then nora came into her life. It finally all made sense to her. Ingrid always knew she was bisexual, but she never did more than kiss another woman. Nora was her first for many things, and she hoped she’d be her last for the rest of time. 

The hernandez family accepted her easily, though nora’s mother had passed away early on in their relationship and ingrid never had a chance to meet her. By all accounts, ana maria would have accepted her the same, and she wanted so desperately to be a hernandez, too. The sergeants, on the other hand, were permanently fractured. Ingrid didn’t see or talk to her mother much, not since her mom remarried, and her father always seemed permanently stuck in that high school stoner mindset, more so now that her parents had divorced. Cassandra made her mad, mark made her sad. Her sister, marnie, was the only member of the family that she really kept in touch with, and sometimes she forgot she even had an older brother, dylan. Nora and her family were so different, so warm. She felt jealous over their closeness, their love for each other. She wanted that. She wanted nora. 

Well, that was a little concerning. But ingrid trusted her. She had to trust nora. Her fiancée was the one that knew what she was doing. Her fiancée had the experience of cave exploring and the emergency training needed for this to be the safest trip possible. And it did sound amazing. It also sounded labor-intensive. To hear about how much work cave exploring was going to take, she was beginning to think she bit off more than she could chew. Smiling and giggling at the feeling of nora at her neck, she was still apprehensive, but in a much better mood when nora took her hand. Letting her lead the way, ingrid sighed lowly, “alright, show me the way!”

[aleksa-sims]

RL Simself Story ( 18+)

I was at my grandparents. N. was there a few minutes before me, but he picked me up from that dark alley that made me so scared. My Grams sent him down to me, when I called her earlier. N. was a little worried about me. I didn’t talk to him. I didn't want to and I also couldn't. I was somewhere else with my thoughts. To be honest, I was thinking about Daniel and that horrible night a few months ago. Once I entered my grandparents' apartment, even more memories of the time with D. came up. There were some pics of our wedding on the walls. And right here in my old bedroom, Daniel proposed to me. While I was looking at all our family pics, I noticed something. There were pics of Ana, my Cuz M. my Dad & me. But what happened to my uncle’s photos? Why did my Grams take his pictures off the wall?

I wanted to ask my Grandma, but she immediately started talking about my pregnancy. She asked me to keep my Baby. No matter what worries & fears burden me, my Baby is a gift from above, she said. Yea, my Gram's deeply religious. Anyway! It was pretty late. I just wanted to go to bed so I postponed our conversation until the next day. But before I did, I asked my Grams if she was mad at my uncle? Why else are his photos missing, you know? I once mentioned at the beginning, that my uncle has an illegitimate child but none of us knew about it for a long time. 14 years! Well, now it came out! And my Cuz M., moved in with my grandparents for a while, because he was also totally mad at his Dad. His mom left his Dad! She wanted a divorce. So my uncle that stupid fraud, was now all alone in his house for which he can repay the loan alone. His wife just wanted to get away from him! I would do the same in her place.😡

Back to me. I unpacked my bag. I brought some clothes, bcs I had planned to stay here for a while. I was sad. My Mom and Dad also had probs with each other. ..... Ugh, and in my bedroom where even more pics of Daniel & me. I felt sorry for Nico. This all must feel pretty crap for him to be constantly compared to Daniel. I decided to put away my wedding photos. Nico was still in the living room with my Grampa. My Grampa liked N.! It's always been that way. He could talk to Nico for hours about soccer. He wanted to know everything about N’s job. But I think Nico didn’t mind talking to my Grampa about his soccer career. Normally he is more used to rejection, when it came to that. I mean his Dad (mine too actually), he was always against N. playing soccer, as you know.... I took my cosmetic bag and was on my way to the bathroom. I opened my bedroom door and saw Nico standing in the hallway with my Cuz M.

Mario (to N.): I really wasn’t expecting you here. Hm!🤷‍♂️ Nice to see you again, dude.

Nico: Yea, same.... I didn’t mean to stop you, but would be nice if you could tell me which of those doors here, leads into your cousin’s room. I don’t wanna burst into your grandparents' bedroom.😅

Mario: Ana or Aleksa? Ha? 😜🤣

Nico: Ana?? Hell, no! I haven’t even seen Ana since A. and I got back together.

Mario: I was totally confused  when I saw Philip with Aleksa last year. He was Ana's bf! I-... I had no bloody clue what was going on there! She even said you knew about it. Is that true man? Did you really want that??

Nico: Uhhm,..... won't talk abou that. But she did nothing wrong! I..... demanded certain things from her and this one thing was.............. stupid! But I didn’t take advantage of your cousin or anything. I loved her. So much. Maybe too much. 🫤🤷‍♂️

Mario: Aghh... Honestly? I don’t wanna hear any details. I was just surprised you agreed, that’s... all. And A.'s room's back there. Last door on the left. Right next to it, is my bedroom so.... keep it  quiet pls. But haven’t you been here before? You should know where her room is.

Nico: No, I’ve only been to your grandparents' house with her, but, never here. I just used to pick her up a few times from here.

I went to the two to say hi to my baby Cuz. We talked a bit more. Especially about M.'s ugly room. It used to be his Dad’s. My Grandparents apartment is ....old! Older than my Dad & uncle, that's for sure. My room looked nicer! My Grams always took care of Ana's & my stuff. My sis and I were much more often here, than our Cousin. That’s why his room looked a bit neglected and was often used as a kind of....big storage space... Before Nico came to the bathrom with me, he went over to M.'s room. My Cuz borrowed him a shirt and some shorts for sleeping, so he doesn’t have to sleep naked. And they also talked about their dumb Dad's! This one thing, they had in common now.

Hm, I wouldn’t mind N. sleeping naked next to me, I thought, as I watched him take a shower. I didn’t want to be mad at him anymore, but that damn Stephanie!!! He dumped me again two days ago, just because his stupid ex fiancée made drama like last time. Agh, it didn’t go on like that! I had to sort it out with him and talk about it. But... I really didn’t feel like talking about Stephanie that night. So I just kept doing my skincare....

Nico: I'm sorry..... Won't you talk to me?☹️

Me: What can I say??? ... It’s always the same. I ask you to stay with me, you promise, but then you leave anyway. This is the third time you’ve left me because of her.

Nico: Her fucking family came back today. Now it’s finally over, I don’t have to take care of her anymore. She's gone. She's with her parents.

Me: My feeling tells me she won’t give up! She’ll come up with more excuses and lies, to get you back. And I know you’re not stupid. That means, you can't let go of her either.

Nico: I swear it’s not like that! I can’t let YOU go. I want you! I love you. And I want our Baby. Honestly!... I saw that one pic of you earlier. Your Grams told me you were 5. It was your first day at school. I immediately recognized you by your curly hair and big, brwon eyes. I wish our Baby will be a girl and look exactly like you.

Okay, that was really cute. Besides, he was still almost naked. I admit, it was hard for me to reject him. I think my hormones were partly responsible for me wanting N. sm. The pregnancy not only increased my desire for him, I will notice that I have generally become more sensitive. I cried for almost every stupid little thing.😩But I was also very happy! N and I went to bed. He wanted to settle this issue about Stephanie with me, but I told him, I didn’t want to talk. I wanted him. But tomorrow we will argue about exactly this topic! His ex! Also about Alex!I mean Alex's message/letter. Alex wanted to see me!

Oh, and Dilek will come to me to....... see Nico. She seemed to be more excited about it (him), than I was. She was a big fan of N. 😒 I was just glad Philip wasn’t there. The two in the same room with Dilek?? No thanks!🤢 I will avoid this, as long as I can!!!!!!!!!!!

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[self-destructive-brat]

Good lord give me strength. My co-worker is just so skinny AND she has an Ed too..also relapsing atm, because as she's using weed and her parents being assholes, she "can't" eat. Man I don't understand it. She's naturally skinny, 20 inch waist, now getting all the nice Feedback and compliments from our customers...I mean she is a lovely person, but I told her about my stuff and I just can't wrap my mind about why these kind of people just don't wanna do anything. She said she hates losing weight, but still won't eat??Like??I told u exactly how to help yourself??I'm putting up with all your stupid shit??Every single day??And u still wanna destroy our friendship??I'm always there when u need me and listen to all your problems, even though I'll never tell u mine as it won't benifit me or you??I don't understand. Every ed person knows that being together will make you fight and raise the jealousy and self hatred??Why.Just why. I started recovery, because I harmed someone(a school friend)else. Of course, it was the biggest compliment when she just looked at me and went "How can u have such a flat stomach" "Omg you're soo skinny...I wish I was you.." "You look like a skeleton...". But yk what? That was me just a few years ago and I know how much it hurts to be on the other side..so I started to isolate and tried to give her as much positivity,love and validation as I could to keep her from hating her body/self..just because I felt how sad and ashamed she were to even comment on my skinny ass. As I stopped going to school, I can now lose as much as I can again. But never ever would I let anyone feel the way I did when I was her weight(which is actually perfect..she's so pretty and cute, I don't want to see her in pain man). Someone who I know won't slip into ana/mia can comment whatever and I'll gladly take the compliment, but knowing that it's a person with a tendency towards an ed...no. But well, fuck that. My colleague ain't gon' give a shit🤷🏼‍♀️So let's start not caring either. My bf has let his ed free and didn't work with me like he promised for 6 months now, so I won't be giving a shit about him either. He didn't gain shit, while I had put everything into our relationship and tried to be healthy. Depression has worn me down and I won't give up this time. Now it's all or nothing. May this disorder kill me, so I won't have to suffer from everything else any longer. But we'll see if I make it. Yesterday I already binged bc he just gave me food, but today I managed to get my mum to get me my low cal shit again, so yea. I'm ain't gonna do shit. I'm done letting people hurt me, I'll do it myself! (what a meme lol, if anyone reads this, don't worry, I'm healthy af atm and I just need to vent sometimes, I won't die (yet) )