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cevansbaby-dove · 2 months

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Love blooms In Boston.

Pairing: Chris Evans X OFC! Ellie Evans.

Summary: the kids ask Ellie about her and chris's wedding day.

Warnings: None just fluff!

This will be all in Ellie's Pov.

I watch ivy from the couch play with Matty as I feed Ava. Ivy says. "Mommy should tell us a story" Matty nods and they stand up and walk to me and sit on the couch. "Mommy tell us a story please"

I smile. "Hmm what kind?" Matty says. "When you and daddy got married! we haven't heard of that one" Ivy nods. "yes wedding!"

"okay okay well..."

Matty shouts. "I heard he had long air!" I giggle. "hair....and yes he did but that was after he filmed for a movie." Ivy says. "Daddy had long hair?? wow! I want to see"

I pull out my phone and pull up pictures from that day.

"Daddy handsome" I hear Ivy say. I smile. "Yes he was and he still is" Matty looks at me. "But daddy has no long air"

"Well no not anymore but he's still good looking" Ivy smiles. "I want to marry someone like daddy!"

I giggle. "I hope you three marry someone who loves you through the good and bad just like your father and I do everyday."

Flashback*

"Ellie come on we're going to be late!" I heard my mother say as she got her dress on. "Mom calm down i'm the one getting married remember"

I fix my hair into this cute bun.

I then hear my head bridesmaid say. "Ellie! your veil is still on its way!" I turn. "I walk through those doors in less than an hour and your just telling me this!?"

I groan. "Fuck!" My mother places her hand on my arm. "it'll be okay Ellie" I nod. "I hope so"

I get into my wedding dress. This is how it looks.

My mother and I get ready for pictures and then I get a text from Chris.

Chris-hey Ellie my love, I lost my mickey watch!! Where is it?

Ellie-my dad has it babe :)

Chris-oh thank God! thanks see ya

I smile and tell the girls what Chris texted me about and they say. "Aw!" one says. "Prince can't marry his princess without his mickey watch!" We all break into a laughing fit and I say. "God that is bad"

I fan my eyes. "Girls made me laugh so hard i'm crying!" My dad knocks on the door and I say. "Do I look ok?" My mom smiles. "You look beautiful"

I smile and hug her. "I love you mom" She rubs my back. "I love you too" My friends walk out and my dad says. "Is She ready?" One of my friends say. "yes"

I look at my mom and she says. "See you soon" I nod. "See ya" My dad walks in and I turn around and he smiles. "Wow Ellie, you look like a queen."

"What happened to princess?" He takes my hands in his. "that's for little girls. your a queen now" I smile. "Thanks dad" I hug him and My mom says. "two minutes!"

I pull away and look at my dad. "Ready?" He turns and holds his arm out. "ready"

Chris is rushing around the church and he hears Scott say. "dude for fucks sake cool down jezz" Chris stands at the altar and says. "this like!?"

Lisa giggles. "No you walk me in young man" Chris looks at his mom. "Oh right!" he runs down the aisle and stands by her and he says. "I feel like passing out..."

"Calm down Chris please" He shakes his head. "I...can't" She says to Scott. "Call Ellie please" He nods and dials my number my mom hears it and says. "Ellie someone is calling you!"

I hear her rushes to my father and I. I take my phone and see it's scott. I pick up. "Hey scott-" "Ellie Your soon to be hubby is having a panic attack"

I look at my dad. "Where is he?" "In front of the doors" I nod. "I'll be right there" I hang up. "Uh give me a few" I take off running I kick my heels off and pick my dress up running faster.

i turn and see Chris is sitting in the church I walk over and kneel in front of him placing my hand on his cheek. "hey babe sh hey i'm right here just breathe"

His blue eyes meet my green eyes and he says. "Eleanor? What...are you doing here?" I smile. "Scott called me" he smiles and I say. "You ok?" he nods. 'I think I'm just nervous"

I sit by him rubbing his back. "Shhh come here" He leans his head on my chest and after a few minutes he and I talk about it and he then says. "My god you look amazing Ellie" I smile. "It's bad luck but I didn't care I needed to be here for you"

I give him a kiss and then he says. "I'm okay now you should go get ready to become my wife" I giggle and hug him. "I love you i'll see you soon" He kisses my head and says. "Thank you"

I walk away and get my shoes back on then fix my hair. I stand by my dad and he says. "Everything ok?" I nod . "Chris is ok" We stand at the doors and I hear my song come on.

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I see Chris at the altar and I smile as my father and I walk slowly to him. My dad turns and gives me a hug and the pastor says. "Who gives this woman to this man?"

My father looks at Chris then at the pastor. "I do" Chris takes my father's hand shaking it and my dad says. "Treat her right" Chris laughs. "You know I will sir"

Chris takes my hand and I stare into his blue eyes and smile. "Hey" he said softly. "hi" I said with a big smile.

"Dearly beloved we are here today to join this man and this woman in marriage, Chris And Ellie have written their own vows and Chris will read his.

Chris takes a paper from Scott behind him and he smiles. "Damn I wrote this like five minute before I got here" Everyone laughs softly and I giggle. "Sounds about right bubba"

Chris says.

“Ellie, my love from the moment our paths crossed, I knew destiny had whispered our names in the same breath. It was a crowded coffee shop where we met, and you, with your contagious laughter and that endearing clumsiness, collided into my world. The warmth of your spilled drink seeped through my shirt, but it was your eyes that truly soaked into my soul. Six years of shared secrets, stolen kisses, and countless sunrises. We’ve danced through the seasons, our love blossoming like spring flowers. But Ellie, there’s magic in your eyes that transcends time. When you look at children, their innocence reflected in your gaze, or when you cradle a wounded animal, your compassion ignites a thousand stars. Today, as we stand here, surrounded by our loved ones, I promise to cherish those eyes, the windows to your beautiful heart. I vow to be your partner in every adventure, whether its chasing sunsets or wiping away tears. Ellie, your eyes light up our world, and in their reflection, I find my forever. So, my beloved Ellie, let’s continue this journey, hand in hand, heart to heart, wherever life leads us. With you, every day is an adventure, and every moment is a treasure. I love you, not just for who you are, but for the light you bring into my life.”

I wipe away tears. "How do I top that!?" Everyone laughs and Chris smiles and looks at me with tears in his Blue eyes I reach out and wipe them away. "Starting out vows early!" Chris laughs. "You mean the world to me"

I smile and my friend hands me my vows. "I might cry more but here I go"

“Chris, my partner in laughter and in quiet moments, our love story began with a coffee spill. A serendipitous collision that changed the course of lives. Six years ago, you walked into my world, and suddenly, everything felt brighter. Today, surrounded by our loved ones, I stand before you, my heart overflowing. Chris, you are my compass, guiding me through uncharted territories. Your unwavering support has been my anchor, and your laughter, my favorite melody. Remember those sunsets we chased? Each one was a promise, a whisper of forever. And when life’s storms raged, we held hands, our love sheltering us. But Chris, there’s something magical about your smile, your eyes, the way they light up when children giggle or animals, or Dodger nuzzle close. In those moments, I see our future, the warmth of family, the joy of shared adventures. So, today, I vow to be your partner in every extraordinary adventure. I promise to cherish your quirks, the way you hum cooking, the crinkles around your eyes when you smile. I’ll be brave with you, crossing creeks and climbing mountains. And when we stumble, I’ll hold your hand, knowing that together, we’ll find out way. Chris, you are my home, my safe haven. With you, I’ve discovered courage, vulnerability, and the beauty of love. So, let’s continue this journey, hand in hand, heart to heart. I love you, not just for who you are, but for the light you bring into my life. Forever and always, my beloved Chris.”

Now it's chris's turn to wipe away my tears on my face. "Aww" I hear my mom and his mom say.

The pastor smiles. "well I have never been to more of a crying feast then here!" Chris and I laugh and the pastor says. "Well then"

"I now have the honor to pronounce you Mister and Misses Evans, You may kiss your bride" Chris wraps his arms around me whispering. "I love you" He kisses me and dips me making me feel like I am flying.

I stand and laugh. "I love you too"

End flashback.

"that is how our wedding day was" I look at at my kids who are now fast asleep on my lap. Chris says. "Did our wedding day bore them?" I look up at him with a smile. "Seems like it" I giggle.

Chris walks to me and sits by me and says. "Everyday with you is amazing" he kisses me and looks at our sleepy kids and he smiles. 'I love you Misses Evans"

I lean my head on his shoulder. "I love you too Mister Evans"

The End.

Shout out to my bff for helping with the vows!! @cutedisneygrl Your amazing!! I love you so much girly thank you so much for your help!

Thank you to @hollybee8917 For coming up with the name of this drabble and making the mood board for it!! thank you so much hunny!!

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storiesbyjes2g · 6 months

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3.38 Yuppies

Dad had only just celebrated his elder birthday, and was still relatively young and virile, but I remained cautiously aware of his situation changing daily. He complained about his back more and ran less. But even if his age weren't a factor, his interest in athletic pursuits was not nearly as high as mine. Still, I didn't want him to miss an opportunity and asked if he felt like jogging around the Aboretum in Gilbert Gardens. Inviting him on my excursions was weird sometimes because I didn't want to make him feel obligated, and this adventure would be a long one. I probably should have worded the question better, though, because he gave me the deepest of side eye.

"Let me get dressed," he said.

That was the exact situation he didn't want back when we were talking about me living with him. He didn't want a babysitter, and I didn't want to be one. But sometimes I felt like I had to. Hopefully, as we both got used to this transition he was going through, I could find balance.

The weather was gorgeous. It was warm, partly cloudy, and the perfect day for a run in a serene location. I had seen bits of the trail here and there and was curious about how long was the whole thing. Between not knowing and being conscious of Dad, I paced myself and made sure we took breaks. Those made perfect opportunities for us to stretch and stay hydrated.

At the end of the trail, we sat at one of the many picnic tables in the area across the street from the rec center. Dad asked if I had talked to Sophia yet, and I told him I had hung out with her yesterday.

"Oh! So that's where you were all day. Good for you. So, how do you feel?"

I felt a lot of things, heh. At some point, I'd need to talk to him about that bit of fear that wouldn't go away, but I didn't feel like it was the time or place for a deep, personal conversation.

"I can't wait to see her again."

He smiled.

"I'm happy for you."

Our neighbor Eleanor, Chi Chi's mother-in-law, spotted us and came over to say hello.

"I see you boys have discovered the best spot in San Sequoia. How are you enjoying the city so far?"

"It's great," Dad said.

"I grew up here, you know. My family had a tiny little place out in Hopewell Hills back when it was just called 'the hills.'"

She talked about how her family had helped to revitalize the area and rebrand it as a nice little suburban area to raise a family. Over time, however, the yuppies who moved to the neighborhood were better off financially, which subsequently changed the vibe and reputation, undoing everything her family had worked so hard to create.

"Do you have other children?" she asked.

"A daughter. She's living in Mt. Komorebi for now."

"Oh! A little adventurer, huh? I love taking care of children. My favorite age is when we can play together, ha ha!"

They spoke about parent stuff for a little while, and I just sat there and observed. She was a little strange to me, but as they spoke, the more I approved of this little friendship brewing. Dad never had many friends, and he definitely closed himself off after the divorce. Hopefully, living in this friendly town would change that.

#ISBI challenge #sims 4 story #sims 4 gameplay #adolting #adolting gen 3 #luca winston murillo #ali murillo #eleanor sullivan

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beast-towers · 3 months

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Further in the facility, in a lonely cell housed a woman. Sitting in a corner as her legs hid her head; one of her sleeves was ripped and now partially covered in some bandages, due to being injected with the Joy Serum.

Feeling physically sick and her mind spinning into confusion, a false happiness trying to claw its way in. Yet she is very resistant to not give these people the satisfaction of seeing her joining them or cracking with a twisted smile. All she can do is try to sleep it off to let the serum pass, but there was one thought that’s keeping her mind anchored… her sons.

Tears began to form as she thought about the twins. Are my boys okay? Are they truly safe? Did these monsters also went after them?… so many thoughts flooded her mind; only to finally snap out of her thought as a soft male voice echoed.

“Are you okay?…” He asked. Causing the woman to look up to the window of her cell wall to meet a man. “They didn’t bring you to those other sections, didn’t they?”

“I’m… okay, just very exhausted. No… I think? All I do remember was when they tried to held me down in here to inject me with… whatever they had… I’m still feeling very lightheaded from it…” She responded, feeling somewhat relieved she isn’t the only one here… what ever here was. “Do you know where we are?… I was with my sons when we wanted to ride on a roller coaster, but I couldn’t get on due the ride being full…”

“We are in the Sanctuary. If I remember correctly, that’s what they called it… it’s rubbed by an organization named, The Ministry of Joy… more like the Ministry of Hell.” The man huffed out with anger. Yet he calms himself as he looked over to the woman again. “I do apologize for not introducing myself. My name is Alden Belle, I’ve been investigating the disappearances that the Ministry took part. I’ve … never imagined a theme park held a dark secret….”

“A pleasure to meet you, Alden. My name is Nicole Alonso, funny enough I’m also in that department branch…” Nicole spoke, yet Alden noticed a surprised look on her face.. “This place… they kidnapped people…? But why?…” She thought until hearing Alden’s voice again.

“Have you also received reports of people disappearing in the United Kingdom?” He asked, which made Nicole look to the side.

“Yes. I’ve tried to research before I had to take a break and I left to be.. here. I passed on the case to my colleagues back home..” She sighs with a truthful shame. She wasn’t the only one who also took on the investigation; others tried everything in their power to find them… but no one succeeded.

Now silence filled the room for the two, until Alden perked up again. “It’s… not your fault. I can tell you wanted to help… of course you do need your time to be mentally prepared. We can move on from that for now. I do remember you saying you have sons, how old are they?”

“They’re both eighteen. My twin boys… Thomas and Tobias. My Rock-N-Roll stars.” Nicole softly chuckled, as a warm motherly smile formed. “Their father taught them to play the guitar and drums when they were young, and now they use their musical passion to remember their father. What about you? Do you have children?”

Alden smiled softly upon hearing Nicole talk about her sons. “Living stars in the making. And I do! Her name is Eleanor, a very clever girl. She’s trying to learn how to be an investigator like myself, but I feel like her mother taught her very well puzzle solving skills.” He softly chuckled, but a small itch of realization hits him. Now unsure if it’s a good idea to ask her about her husband.

“Do you believe this god forsaken place is now trying to find our children? Making sure to… leave no trace behind?” Alden asked with worry, causing the woman to huff up.

“If they do I will rip this place into pieces! I… already lost someone important to me. I will fight to the bitter end to make sure my sons are safe… they’ve done everything for me… I can’t lose them…” Nicole hissed protectively, yet a sense of sorrow began to emerge as tears formed.

“We’re not. And we’re not going to let them.” Alden gave a determined look. “I have a plan. I’ve been studying their time visit to… well that. One comes in while the other wait or guard, if we pretend that we’re sick, we can team up to fight them off and make a break for it.”

“As long they’re not in a big group, I’ll do it.” Nicole lay here head on her arms, looking very tired. “Thank you, Alden… I’m honestly glad you are here to talk… I needed that.”

“Same here Nicole… please rest as you can. We will find our freedom…” Alden said, as he sat back down to watch while Nicole rests. As soon as Nicole fell asleep, Alden began to whisper softly, “Mary… please watch over us and Eleanor… I pray to god she is safe… especially Nicole’s sons… Please continue to give us strength to fight back…”

To be continued…

#the smiler #the smiler alton towers #the smiler oc #the ministry of joy #ministry of joy #eternal echoes #eternal smiles

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dearshelby · 10 months

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OTP ASKS GAME | T.S x OC

A/N: Absolutely no one asked for this, but you can't judge a girl for loving her OC, right? HERE is the template of the questions and yes, I'm encouraging my lovely mutuals to take a look at them because they really make you think deeper into your characters and I actually had fun with it! Also, the numbers are out of order because I only answered 31 out of 40, I thought it'd be better to keep the original order

1. Who most initiates PDA? Neither of them are really into PDA but before the war Tommy did it most, he enjoyed pressing a small kiss in Eleanor's temple when no one was watching just to get a shy/scolding look from her.

After the war though, Ellie always has a hand on his back or shoulder, it's grounding to him and reassuring to her.

2. Any sleep habits either had to get used to? Remember that scene in season 1 in which he is sleeping with his boots on, feet off the bed and an opium pipe in hand? That would've pissed her off to catastrophic levels because →

• The bed is clean and Tommy's boots are dirty

• He's ruining his already damaged back

• Where the hell is the blanket?

• She just knows he didn't brush his teeth, had water or took a wee

The thing is, Eleanor has an established routine while Tom contents himself with just laying down and if he gets any sleep, he's lucky. Once they adapted themselves he sleeps a little bit better because he sort of conditioned his brain into getting sleepy doing the "routine"

3. Hot and Steamy or Soft and Tender? Yes. Just kidding, it depends on their mood, Tommy enjoys sex in general and the only "demand" Ellie has is to be the closest as possible, which is possible at any pace.

4. How did they first meet? Tommy tried to steal some things for baby Finn at a grocery store and got caught. Eleanor happened to be there and noticed the owner of the store would beat the shit out of him, she didn't think it was fair and paid for the groceries. Out of gratitude, he walked her home afterwards.

5. What is their love language? Touch takes the first place, they don't say I love you often or consider themselves good at verbalizing feelings but if you pay close attention you'll notice they're always touching each other, be it touching feet under a table, resting a hand on the other's leg or touching elbows when standing together.

6. When did they realize they loved each other? They weren't officially together yet. For her, when she realized how utterly heartbroken she was thinking he was responsible for the robbery at her mother's shop (which he wasn't by the way), in her mind he had betrayed her, becoming exactly who her mother said he was and yet, she kept wishing he didn't have because she didn't want to stay away from him.

For him, when they went to a communist meeting and she enthusiastically talked to everyone, he felt a mix of joy for seeing her happy, with jealousy because she wasn't giving him attention.

7. Who is more sentimental? Eleanor. She keeps many of Theo's (her baby brother), Finn's and Tommy's old belongings, especially things like their first ties, hats or pocket watches.

Tommy is way too attached to "the past is in the past" to collect objects like that, however after her death in 1929, he kept all her discos, books and jewelry for their daughters to inherit, her clothes were only donated because he knew it's what she'd have wanted. The only exception is the gold bracelet she never took off, that is his, in his silly little head it still smells like her (it doesn't).

8. What’s one way their personalities complement one another? Besides being two introverts, they're very organized, determined and ambitious people (p.s - however, Tommy's ambition comes from trauma, Eleanor's doesn't, so she knew when to stop, he didn't ).

9. How are their personalities different? Tommy is realistic and spiritual (in his own ways lol) while Ellie is pessimistic and skeptical.

10. What are some non-sexual activities they do together? Much like cats, they're more than able to coexist in the same room minding their own business, but some things they enjoy doing actually together is having lunch/dinner or napping on the other's lap while they read a book.

11. Which member is more physically affectionate? Tommy initiates it more often at the privacy of home, doesn't necessarily mean he is more affectionate because touch is how they both show affection, but at home, he's the one to start it.

12. Which member is more verbally affectionate? Eleanor, mainly in a teasing way, she'll whistle, call him handsome or stud, anything that'll get him blushing and fussy.

13. Which member steals/borrows the other one's clothing? Eleanor because obviously Tommy wouldn't steal her dresses (perhaps her coats on some modern!AU). She's personally fond of rummaging his wardrobe for socks, shirts, sweaters and scarves.

14. Are they an introverted couple or an extroverted one—AKA would they prefer to go out to a party or event together or would they rather stay in? 100% introverted, especially after the war, if an event isn't related to the company or isn't a family occasion they're probably not going.

15. Who is more likely to make an impulsive decision and who is the voice of reason? Surprisingly, Tommy is way more impulsive, his arrogance pushes him into reckless decisions and Eleanor has to talk him out of it.

For example, in 1924 she wanted to deal with the Italians situation by firing Lizzie, then having John apologizing, or not killing Vincent Changretta after he made her get shot in an attempt to kill Tommy. He didn't listen and we know how it ended.

16. Who stays up way too late and who tries to drag them to bed? Tommy and his crazy sleeping schedule get on her nerves, sometimes she doesn't even say anything, she just shows up in his office and he knows, he follows her to bed without questioning.

17. Who fell in love first? Tommy did and oh, poor boy, it took a while to woo her.

18. What song fits them perfectly? Love me tender's cover by Pato Fu, the lyrics aren't very complex but are sweet, it's personally the song I picture for them if Ellie was a real character.

19. How do they deal with being away from each other for a long time? Fun fact: There's a bell in between his and her office because they're on different floors. When they're both home it rings from two in two hours, it was meant to be used when they have important things to say, but they actually use it whenever they want to see the other.

To be true, the only time they spent a long time away from each other was during the war. However, if they were to be apart, they'd call each other every day and unavoidably become more verbally affectionate, he'd spend some time thinking about her especially in the mornings and before sleeping, while she'd use his shirts as a pillowcase like a fool in love.

20. Who holds a grudge the longest? Oh woah, we're talking about two very proud people, but I'd say Eleanor, it's very toxic of her to give the silent treatment but she just can't avoid it. And at first, Tommy in his endless pride and anger swears he won't give in, he eventually does because he can't sleep well without their feet touching or focus on his paperwork when he's so tempted to ring the bell to her office.

27. What random everyday object/activity makes them think of each other? Not surprisingly, Ellie thinks of Tommy when she sees cigarette cases or red ties, she thinks they fit him well.

Now, Tommy is a certified coffee maker™ here, she always asks him to make some so its scent makes him think of her.

28. Do they get along with each other’s friends and family? I won't try to defend Eleanor, she had fights with each Shelby member at some point because even if Tommy is wrong, she tends to side with him, she's the typical "no one can be mean to my husband but me" wife.

She fiercely believes he infantilizes people, in 1919 for example, she didn't understand why he was so worried about Ada, she believed her sister-in-law was a grown woman and if she wanted to risk her life sneaking around with a communist racketeer, that was her choice. All she worried about was Karl and her and Ada had a big fight when she threatened to take the baby when he was born.

In 1924 she fought John for being dumb and threatening the Changrettas, and in 1926 she fought everyone who thought it was a good idea to push a prostitute into Finn.

Long short answer: Eleanor gets along with everyone, she's able to remain cordial, but she absolutely will pick up a fight if someone crosses hers, Finn's or Tommy's way, be it a Shelby or not.

Now, Eleanor's family is a complicated subject, her mother Ruth was never the same after her husband's death and Ellie doesn't remember much of her dad. Ruth never liked Tommy because he's a gangster, bad rumors always surrounded him and she simply doesn't understand what her daughter sees in a *Campbell's voice* murdering, cutthroat, mongrel gangster.

Theodore, the baby brother, sort of admires Tommy, if his sister loves him so much he can't be that bad, right?

29. What is their sex life like? Considering they were together for seventeen years, it's pretty well rounded. Tommy isn't that much of a whore in this AU, he had 5 or 6 people including Ellie and a few prostitutes, while she only had 3, the boy she lost her virginity to, Tommy and the woman she cheated with.

Out of the seven days of the week, I'd say they're doing it 3 or 4 times, mostly uneventful but not in a bad way, more like an intimate one.

They're both switches, varying between subs and soft doms at most, sometimes they try some different things such as bondage or unusual positions, but usually they stick to cowgirl/missionary and blindfold the other, they're actually fairly vanilla.

30. What is their favorite place to kiss the other? (Cheek, hand, closed eyelid, neck, nose, etc.) Tommy is very fond of her neck, it's where her scent lingers the most and he loves watching her trying not to laugh from the ticklish feeling.

Now, Ellie is a simple woman, she likes his lips, his wrists or the shaven sides of his head are a good call too but it doesn't come close to that cute little pout.

31. What’s the relationship like? Smooth? Rocky?I'd say something between both, the business makes them argue a lot, in 1922 for example, she got really mad at him for leaving the hospital to see Alfie without any warnings, but they usually make peace soon.

33. Who has the most nightmares and how do they deal with them? Tommy never stopped having nightmares about the tunnels and through his life he got other subjects to have nightmares about, such as John's death, his daughter being kidnapped, even his mum comes to haunt him sometimes.

Eleanor is a heavy sleeper but since they sleep touching each other, she wakes up when he moves abruptly. Unfortunately there was no solution for his PTSD, love can't heal him, so the best she does is soothing him, assuring he's safe and the shovels aren't real, bringing him a glass of water or tea and keeping him company until he sleeps again.

34. Do they give each other nicknames? I mean…Tommy and Ellie are nicknames, other than that they use love or darling, but it's not often.

Tommy is rather fond of being called darling though, it gets him all fussy especially if used in front of the family.

37. What do they like the least about each other? Eleanor's skepticism towards any mystical belief of Tommy was subject of argument more than once. She doesn't believe in curses, spirits, luck, fortune telling or anything alike, she doesn't know how a man smart as him can believe in what she deems as parlor tricks and he doesn't understand how she can simply not see what's right there

38. What was their most memorable date? Probably the one in which they had their first kiss, a small birthday party of a friend they didn't even consider a date, but ended up being special for both of them.

39. What other couple would your otp get along with the best? Well, Tommy managed to turn the whole family against him at some point, but Polly x Aberama and John x Esme in 1919

40. Who makes the other smile with almost no effort at all? Surprisingly or not, Tommy, he can make Ellie smile by simply having a glass of water, eating a healthy meal or looking particularly cute while resting in the sun.

#tommy shelby x oc #OC Eleanor Shelby

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knivesovt · 6 months

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I'm going to do a quick summary of each of my characters, for the sake of perhaps sparking someone's interest in writing with one of my sweet girls. If anyone is interested, please feel free to like or comment here and I will come to you !!

S o p h i a P e l e t i e r. We all know Sophia from season one of The Walking Dead. I do have my own spin on her, given that I've aged her up a bit ( as I'm not comfortable writing a child character -- to each their own, it's just not for me ). So, in my version, she was around 17 years old during the time of the initial outbreak. That said, when she was separated from the group, Sophia was chased away from the road by more walkers and unable to find her way back. She is very fearful of the dead, but not so much toward other survivors. Dangerous optimism or perhaps just naivety -- either way, it is very easy to establish a connection with her, given that she is a very sweet girl . . . but she's not going to be much help in a fight.

E l e a n o r B r o o k s. Before the outbreak, Eleanor was just a normal girl with a bit of a co-dependency on her older brother. She was an elementary school teacher ; she loved her job and the children, and often took it upon herself to care for them as if they were her own -- given that she had never had the time to settle down and start a family of her own. When things started to go downhill, Eleanor's brother ( Denver ) was quick to get the two of them out of the city. The pair lived out of his truck for months, never really finding a place to call home, but it did feel safe . . . enough. After an uncertain amount of time, the two found themselves scavenging abandoned homes for food or supplies -- just as everyone else. But they found themselves in the wrong place at the wrong time, when the Claimers stumbled upon the home that the two had been shacked up in. Denver put himself in between the strange men and his sister, allowing her time to hide . . . but his death wound up being in vain. She was found and taken by one of the Claimers, a man named Jericho. Later, after discovering an unplanned ( and very much unwanted ) pregnancy, Eleanor made her escape after attacking Jericho in his sleep. She's been on the road, trying to put enough distance between herself and the men, knowing that they would likely track her down again.

M u r p h y C r a n e.

Very loosely based on Murphy from Z Nation ( the name was just kind of a coincidence, because I love the name Murphy for a girl ). Murphy's life was very normal growing up ; she was an only child and her home life was really good. When she was in high school, her father was diagnosed with cancer, and the family was always in and out of hospitals. It was never something that she complained about, and often found herself being the one to accompany her father on his trips. Though, during one of his hospital stays, things took a turn. Military were crawling all of the place, panic spread about while patients were forced to keep to their rooms. When gunfire started, that's when her parents took initiative to get her out of there as quickly and safely as possible. Her father stayed as a distraction, while Murphy and her mother ran. It as a decision that would always haunt her -- leaving him to die like that. Her mother, however, wound up doing something similar months down the road. During a supply run with her mom, Murphy was bitten by a walker ( along the top of her shoulder ). She was brought back home, where she was made comfortable and bandaged up. But the symptoms began soon after : fever, cold sweats, nausea, the indescribable pain in her bones, the whole nine yards. It was something that her mother couldn't handle, it seemed. Murphy was told that she was just going out to get some medicine -- anything to try and help her . . . but her mother never returned. Murphy's wound healed over and she's now known to be immune from the infection. The dead don't seem very interested in her anymore, finding that she can simply walk right past them without batting an eye ( she won't, because she's very fearful of them given her trauma ). This is a very well kept secret -- she is terrified of what might happen to her if anyone were to find out about her immunity. She doesn't want to be a lab rat.

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Against the Tide - Part II

Summary: Your life takes an unexpected turn as the leader of the biker gang that took over your town sets his eyes on you.

Warnings: physical abuse, graphic violence, prepare your flashlights.

Characters: Dark!Biker!James Conrad x F!Reader, Michael from Legion and Billy Lee from Bad Times at the El Royale (biker au)

A/N: Feeling like garbage today so a short chapter for now. Have a great day ahead 💙

As always, your feedback is highly appreciated and reblogs would be amazing. And of course, I hope you guys enjoy! 💙

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Strums of a guitar and a local singer's voice fill the general store's void as you peruse through the aisles. It feels unusual to run errands on your own, always having Eleanor around to do the purchasing and you simply being her driver. But Ol’ Sammy’s knee was hurting since two nights before, and today was the only day they found someone to drive them off to the city to visit his doctor.

You offered to drive for them, something you would prefer than stay in town on your day off. But Sammy waved you off, telling you that a trip to the clinic and waiting for an old couple is no way to spend your day. You still told them you wouldn’t mind, telling them you want to see the city, but all the same, they insisted you stay.

Basket in hand, you grab the items needed at home; preserved fruits for Eleanor’s baked goods, some detergent for the laundry, some toiletries needed to be replenished, and other essentials that she listed down for your to grab.

You pass by the liquor aisle and smile when you see the rows of vodka lined up. You grab one for Sammy to help with the pain in his knees, a secret you both share, and pick another for yourself—a reward after Nick thanked you for how you handled James and his goons when they visited the bar.

Stuffing the bottles in the basket and you make your way to the counter but stop when you hear your name being called. You turn your head to where you heard it and frown when you see Bill, your father, anger evident on his face as he stands tall at the end of the aisle.

He calls your name again and you roll your eyes in annoyance. You’re certain that he followed you here from Sammy’s place, taking advantage of Eleanor’s absence—you got to admit, for a small woman, Bill fears her—to harass you once more of his cries for payment owed. You continue on with your way to the register, placing your items on the counter and waiting for the clerk to ring them up.

“Where’s my money, you leech?” Your nose scrunches from his alcohol-laced breath when Bill stands too close.

“I owe you nothing.” You sneer and make your payment, telling the man to keep the change before picking up the paper bag. “You want money, get a fucking job.” You shove him away and head to the exit, eager to get back in the truck and continue on with your day.

You check the list again, pork chops and chicken thighs—expensive, you note and hum as you think of a way to barter with Isiah for a few extra cuts of the meat. But as soon as you make it past the threshold, your grocery bag drops to the floor when you’re suddenly pushed forward, the bottles of vodka breaking against the asphalt floor and wincing when you feel a scrape on your palms and arms upon the impact.

“What the fuck?!” You cough and hiss when your scalp burns when your hair is pulled back roughly, your neck craning high, and seeing Bill stand over you. “You basta—” But your words come out as a grunt as you’re kicked to your side, making you turn on your back and squint as you’re faced with the bright rays of the sun.

“You ungrateful bitch!” Bill snarls and you grunt once more when his foot meets your ribs again. “I should have just killed you! You and your whore mother!”

“Then do it! Fucking kill me, asshole!” You spit and then gasp when a weight drops down on your chest when he sits on top of you. And before you can open your eyes and move to push him away, your head snaps to the side, pain ringing throughout your face when he cracks his fist against your cheek.

Once.

Twice.

Thrice.

The punches keep coming in, relentless that you begin tasting the metallic tang of blood scattering on your tongue. You try to fight back, raising your arms to claw at him, to stop him from his assault, but his hand only finds purchase around your neck, squeezing tight as he continues to rain his fist down on your face.

You’re short of breath and you feel that you would die there and then, that you would finally meet your mother on the other side. You think of how pathetic your death would be, pummeled to death by your stupid excuse of a father in the middle of town for everyone to see yet anger bursts just as much within as you find no one stopping from him completely ending your life.

But all of a sudden, the punches stop and you gasp as his weight leaves you all the same. You try to open your eyes to see what was happening but grunt instead as your face pulses from the beating. You hear a scuffle ensue at your side, Bill’s voice full of rage as he shouts profanities at the ones that stopped him, and a pained grunt echoes through the streets as a bone-crunching sound whips into the air.

Your head lols as you’re suddenly lifted from the ground and you groan in response when you hear someone speak to you. You can’t make out their words, their voice muffled as you slowly feel yourself begin to slip in and out of consciousness.

Your body then feels light and a loud roar momentarily pulls you from the darkness. You see the road, feel the breeze brush against your face, you hear that voice once again, closer this time and before you can even respond, you welcome the arms of darkness to take you, falling into the comforting oblivion.

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Déjà Vu

Chapter 1

Series Summary: After an unforgettable night with a stranger, Princess Eleanor finds herself caught in a secret love triangle between a noble and a commoner.

Chapter Summary: Eleanor prepares for a night out with her best friends despite her mother's wishes for her to attend a special family dinner.

Pairing(s): Liam x Riley (in discussion); more to be revealed

Word Count: ~2740

Warning: 🔞 Mature Audiences Only 🔞 this chapter references drinking; brief language

A/N: Welcome to my Crack Fic! No one asked for this... at least no one of sound mind, and if you're a big fan of TRR, you might actually hate this (no, I'm not killing Liam!). When I pitched this idea (half-joking, half-serious) to some buddies after reading the book Birthday Girl by Penelope Douglas, the eager encouragement I normally receive was met with (what's that TikTok trend with that T Swift song?) "horrified looks from everyone in the room". But... I could not get this idea out of my head. So, here we are! I have a general idea of where this story is going... but I'm actually leaving myself open to possibilities. No matter how the road twists and turns, I would be honored if you join me!

A/N 2: This story takes place approximately 2 decades after TRR/TRH. I have made some canonical changes (they will be mentioned). Characters and some plots belong to our friends at Pixelberry! Huge thank you to @charlotteg234 for looking over this for me (and laughing like a maniac with me)! This was not Beta'd; please excuse my errors.

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Eleanor

Tapping my newly manicured nails against the glass topper to my vanity, my gaze nervously shifts back and forth between my choices for the evening. I don’t know why this is so hard–or why it’s taking me this long to decide–but somehow, here I am in quite the conundrum.

Perversion or Temptress: that’s it. But, when it came to darkening the outer-corner of my eyelid, picking the right hue of eyeshadow matters. Yes, yes, they’re both a deep black; one is a dark matte that has the potential to smudge all over my porcelain face, but the other one, while dark, has little flecks of silver.

Biting my lip, I look at myself in the mirror before looking back at the YouTube tutorial I was following. I feel silly making such a big deal over the color; afterall, this is supposed to be fun. Normally, for me, it is. I’m actually really good at doing my own make-up, thanks to the internet and to my mother who convinced my father when I was fourteen that mascara and lipstick would not lead me down the path of destruction and eternal damnation.

Well, I guess I should clarify: I do a great job on my make-up, my everyday natural, diplomatically poised look. Think lots of pinks and taupes. It’s the latest trend for crown princesses; I should know.

But tonight, I wouldn’t be Princess Eleanor. I didn’t want to be Princess Eleanor.

Dangit, that came out wrong. I don’t mean to sound like some stereotypical spoiled brat that is born into money and power, who craves freedom from her poor little privileged life. I am content–actually, very grateful for the life I have been born into. I have been given incredible opportunities and experiences because of it. But, I’m not naive; I know I have a high-calling, one filled with much responsibility and dedication. Someday I will be queen of Cordonia.

Let’s not get ahead of ourselves...

Tonight, I’m just Nora–at least that’s what my friends call me, and since I’m turning twenty this coming Tuesday, they wanted to take me out over the weekend. This weekend. See? Responsible. But, there is just one problem…

There’s a sudden knock on my door, my mother instantly inviting herself in. “Dinner’s in thirty Eleanor–” she freezes as her eyes grow wide. “Y–you’re make-up… don’t you think it’s a bit on the, um… heavy-side?”

“Mom,” I singsong, "it's supposed to be. This is how all the celebrities and models wear their make-up when they hit the town."

"Hit the town?" My mother gave me that eyebrow, the one that gives away her true unspoken feelings. "You're going out tonight?"

"Mhmm. To dinner." I settle on Urban Decay's Perversion, and start tapping the color against my eyelid. "I told you and Daddy that Josie and Beth were taking me out–"

"Eleanor," my mom shot her first warning signal with her tone. "We discussed that tonight wasn't a good night. And if you ladies could do things tomorrow–"

"It's just a family dinner," I continue to work on my look. "Daddy said it was fine–"

"But you know how important this dinner is. We have a special guest."

Yes, yes. We know.

His name is Drake Walker, and he is–well, was, my parent's best friend back in the day before I was born. He actually grew up with my dad, Drake's father serving as my Grandpa Rys's royal guard when he was king of Cordonia.

But, then there was a falling out of some sort…well, that's according to my Uncle Leo. He means well, but I'm fairly certain the truth has been stretched.

Anyway, I'm not too clear on what happened, but shortly after my parents got married, Drake moved back to his home in America to start a normal life. He never settled down with a wife, but he kept busy with his construction company.

That is until four months ago when he discovered his business partner had been siphoning company funds into off-shore accounts. Now he spends his days laid up on the couch with a fifth of whiskey. And broke as a joke.

Drake's brother-in-law Bertrand Beaumont, the Duke of Ramsford, serves on the royal council with my parents, and after a late meeting one night, he shared the truth about their former best friend.

Daddy and his bleeding heart… sure, he can see fiery red from time to time and his temper can bubble over, but my father is known for his grace, forgiveness, and charity towards others. He contacted his old friend… which then led to an invitation back to Cordonia.

'It's only for a little while, until he gets back on his feet,' Daddy assured my mom. 'We'll give him tasks around the palace until then.'

Mom called it a 'midlife crisis'. I don't think I was supposed to hear the latter part.

I began to draw on my eyeliner as my mother crossed her arms, glowering at me. Feeling the disappointment radiate from her glare, I stop, shrugging my shoulders. "What?"

"Part of being royal is posing as a unified front as a family."

"You act like this is some official business or a press event–"

"Our closest friends are going to be here, Elle, and–" she stops, her eyes playfully smoldering as her voice becomes angelically romantic. "--I think even Bartie is coming."

"Mom!" I chuckle, my cheeks pinking in embarrassment from her inflection. "It's not like that with him."

Oh, but it was…

Bartie Beaumont is one of my closest friends. He's a few years older than me and well… I really enjoy spending time with him. He's incredibly kind and charming in and out of social situations. He's quite handsome with his dark, well-kept hair and deep chestnut eyes. And smart–goodness, he's smart. He can keep up with my father, round-for-round in debating politics and foreign policies.

He's always been fiercely protective of me, even when I was a little girl. But he was always just Bartie, my honorary older brother… that is until he asked me to dance at a charity gala when I was sixteen. I had never been asked to dance by a boy before; I was normally paired with other noble children, usually from the suggestion made by their mothers. But this? It was different… and special. Someone chose to dance with me because they wanted to. And until that moment, I never understood what it meant to let a partner 'lead you', and well… I digress. It was nice. Bartie… he's just nice.

"But seriously, Mom," I continue, "the girls have already set everything up for tonight, and I'm the guest of honor for that. I can't just stand them up."

My mom gives me a long sigh. She's having that internal argument with herself where she compares her younger years as a commoner versus her younger years as a royal. "I guess I was hoping you'd get to meet your Uncle Drake tonight–"

I couldn't control my giggles. Growing up, Mom and Dad always referred to their close friends as 'Aunt' or 'Uncle', like my Uncle Max and Aunt Livvy. But they were also active members in my life that I saw frequently. 'Uncle Drake'? I don't even know the guy.

"Isn't he living on our couch for a while? I'm sure I'll meet him at breakfast sometime."

My mom pursed her lips. I think she realizes she has no other reasons to keep me home. Thank goodness.

"Is Lars going with you, or is one of the other guards?"

"Mom," I whine.

"Eleanor, you know the rules–"

"But I just want to be a normal twenty-year-old for the night–"

"Almost twenty-year-old," she smirks, stepping forward to fidget with my wavy, honey-brunette hair. "It's just not safe, baby. People know who you are–good people… and bad people. Even under all of this make-up, people will still recognize you."

I give a little huff, but she was right. I once dyed my hair purple and wore thick-rimmed frames to a show for a local punk band, and I'm pretty sure I posed for more photos with fans than the musicians.

"Fine, I'll ask Lars," I give my mother a half smile. "Anything else, your majesty?"

"One more thing," she twirls me around to face my reflection in the mirror. I'm keeping it pretty casual tonight with a white shirt and black ripped skinny jeans. I am pairing my black moto jacket with some gold accessories and my red Jimmy Choo pumps. Surely the woman doesn't think I'm showing off too much skin.

Suddenly, she raises my shirt in the back and unclips my white bra.

"Mom!"

"Eleanor," she snickers, shaking her head at me. "We've been over and over this ever since you got boobs: white shirt, nude undergarments."

I whip off my bra, quickly grabbing a skin-tone t-shirt bra. "No one's going to be looking."

"Someone is always looking."

After hooking my bra and smoothing out my tee, Mom gave me an approving nod. And then she put her arms around me, pulling me into a hug. "Have a good time tonight. I love you, my twenty-year-old baby."

"Almost twenty-year-old baby." We both fall into titters as we squeeze each other closer. "I love you too, Mommy."

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I text my bodyguard Lars to let him know about the evening, and as expected, he'll be ready with the car in ten minutes.

Poor guy was ball-and-chained to me when I got my driver's license. I'm sure when he signed up for the guard, he pictured himself traveling around the world, looking like a badass with my dad. Instead, he got me, and the only traveling he normally does is to gather my morning espresso and cronut. He's made more trips to Sephora than any man should ever make in his lifetime–even more than my Uncle Max.

He's a good guy… if you like the serious, never-crack-a-smile type. He looks like John Cena with a permanent angry expression, complete with a single bulging vein in the center of his forehead. He's a man of few words despite my attempts to make him laugh, but underneath all the brawn and muscle, he has a big heart. He has literally given me his coat so that I wouldn't have to walk through a puddle of half-melted snow. And to think, he has sworn to give so much more for my own life…

My phone abruptly pings. Beth.

>>> "Hey, bday bish! R U ready for the nite of ur life?"

I chuckle under my breath after reading the text. Night of my life… She always has a flare for the dramatics, but then again Beth has always been the life of the party. She has more personality in her pinkie finger than all of the citizens of Cordonia combined. Her mother is the Countess of Fydelia, and ever since Beth's father left, she's been indisposed. Mom says that's a more tactful way of saying, 'alcoholic'.

Beth walks more on the wild side, a real risk-taker. When I get in trouble, chances are she is somehow involved, like the time I got caught with a bottle of Smirnoff Ice at the Baron's Ball. Ugh, talk about the hangover from hell… and that wasn't even my punishment…

But she, along with Josie, are my ride-or-die. My BFFs. My "You jump, I jump, right?". We've grown up together, became women together, and nothing was about to ruin that bond.

I fire a text back to Beth.

>>> "Can't wait! My car will be ready in a few. What restaurant are we meeting at?"

My phone instantly dings, catching me off guard in my attempts to glide on some lipstick. That was fast. I tap on the message.

>>> "We're coming 4 u! Be ready!"

My face falls. I know it's probably hard to believe, but my friends often forget that I'm a princess. Like, the legit crown princess of Cordonia, and because of that, I need a bodyguard present during all activities outside of the palace that have not otherwise been secured by the royal guard. As you can imagine, that rule made me so popular in grade school when my parents tried giving me a 'normal life'.

In retrospect, I'm quite grateful for the security through the years, especially when I hear about plots made by secret coups against my dad. But still, it would be nice to get my own darn breakfast. And I'm sure Lars would love to sleep in for once.

I text back.

>>> "And Lars"

>>> "R U kidding me? Ur shadow has 2 come?"

I let out a defeated exhale. She knows this. My phone suddenly rings, her picture lighting up the screen. "Hey–"

"Are you fucking kidding me?" She sounds irritated, as if I did this maliciously to her.

"Beth, you know my parents won't allow me out without him or any other–"

"He can't come with us," she interrupts. I can hear Josie in the back, trying to calm Beth down.

"And do tell–" I cross an arm over my chest, raising an eyebrow, "--why is that?"

She lets out a huge sigh. "Fine. It was supposed to be a surprise for your birthday, but–" she hesitates, sucking on her front teeth. "I got us three VIP passes into Core!"

I blink a few times, racking my brain for this to somehow trip a memory. "Core?" Nope. No tripping. "What's Core?"

"Nora!" She scoffs in disbelief. "It's only the newest and hottest club in town. Tonight is opening night. Half price shots–"

"Uh, Beth–?" I could feel my stomach sinking under the weight of her excitement. And Josie wasn't any better, squealing over the line.

A club? Like, with dancing and drinking? I had never been to one before. And something tells me that the king wouldn't be too approving of his nineteen-year-old daughter partying with half-drunk strangers, groping her in the name of dancing. Still, it sounds like so much fun.

"--and we have a VIP table with bottle service until midnight!"

"Beth!" I call out to get her attention again. "There… there's just no way I can do that. Especially without Lars."

"C'mon, Nora. It's your freaking birthday. You're supposed to let loose–"

I hang my head into my hands. "You know I want to, but… I–I can't do that. My parents–"

"--don't have to know."

That silenced me real quickly into deep thought. I might not be the world's most perfect child, but I have learned never to hide things from Liam and Riley Rys. Never.

But I'd be lying if a glimmer of hope and excitement didn't blossom in my chest at the thought of going out despite my parent's knowledge. Besides, I am an adult; I'm almost twenty for crying out loud. If anything, I've shown them how responsible I am, and that I can be trusted. Plus, Aunt Livvy has taught me more than enough self-defense maneuvers that I could probably take a second job as a spy with her wife.

Okay. Maybe Beth has a plan.

"And how won't they find out? Lars has to give a detailed report–"

"We won't bring him."

That's the plan? I snicker under my breath, chewing on the inside of my cheek. "And… how do you suggest I get rid of him?"

"Why not a sleepover?" I hear Josie suggest in the background.

A sleepover. That could work. There were few places I could go where security didn't have to be right beside me once a building was given the all clear. Beth's house happened to be one of them.

"But I'm already dressed up. And–and I told my mom we were going out–"

"So?" Beth interjects. "We changed our minds. We'll have dinner catered."

Crap. Am I really considering this? I look at my reflection in the mirror as I twist my lips. Dangit. And I'm having a really good hair day.

"What's it gonna be, Nora?"

I take a few cleansing breaths. I can feel my pulse, galloping like a racehorse in my ears. Could I actually get away with this? I've been to Beth's house thousands of times. The guard comes in, does a quick sweep, and then keeps watch outside, never to return until it's time for me to leave. We could sneak out the back through the guest house. He would never know.

I swallow thickly, adrenaline pouring into my veins.

"Okay. Let me make a call."

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[cis female and she/her] Welcome to Aurora Bay, [TABITHA KING]! I couldn’t help but notice you look an awful lot like [SOPHIE THATCHER]. You must be the [TWENTY THREE] year old [WAITRESS AT ALL NIGHT DINER / HOUSE CLEANER]. Word is you’re [HONEST] but can also be a bit [STANDOFFISH] and your favorite song is [DUVET BY BÔA]. I also heard you’ll be staying in [OCEAN CREST APARTMENTS].

INFORMATION:

fullname. tabitha louise king

nicknames. tabby, tab, tabby cat.

gender. cis female

pronouns. she / her

d.o.b. october 27th, 2000 | ( 23 years old )

astrology. scorpio ☀ scorpio ☾ gemini ↑

birth place. unknown.

hometown. various.

current residence. aurora bay, california. ( @aurorabayaesthetic )

occupation. waitress at the all night diner / house cleaner.

religion. atheist.

tattoos. none.

piercings. two holes in ears, helix.

marital status. single.

sexual preference. heterosexual.

family. angelica king (mother), unknown (father), francis king (grandfather), yelena king (gandmother).

children. theodora "theo" king (daughter).

CHARACTER INSPO:

rosie dunne ( love, rosie ), emma ( just for the summer ), max mayfield ( stranger things ), sarah manning ( orphan black ), eleanor shellstrop ( the good place ).

PERSONALITY:

+ intelligent, strong, independent. - standoffish, untrusting, introverted.

BIOGRAPHY:

( tw: depictions of undiagnosed mental illness, child neglect, illness )

There’s not much known about where exactly Tabitha King came from. Her birth certificate was from a local Milwaukee hospital, but whether or not they stayed there long enough to consider that home, Tabby didn't count on it. The only core memories she has comes to mind is of a beautiful blonde looking at her in the rearview mirror of a beat up car. Singing Fleetwood Mac with her dangling earrings and the smell of roses. A warm smile and eyes that sparkled. Staying up late watching black and white movies in motels. The good times. These were the memories of her mother that she likes to think about the most.

But that wasn't the whole picture. It was leaving place after place once the men Angelica was dating grew bored with her constant drama. Her highs and lows. It was days of her mother not being able to get out of bed because she was in one of her 'moods'. It was the times that her mother said she was going out, and not coming back for weeks at a time. Angelica was here one moment and gone the next. A rare comet from a distance. A destructive force upon contact. The periods of times that her mother would leave, galavanting off with her new beau and leaving her daughter behind, became longer and longer. Eventually, CPS caught wind of the eight-year-old who showed up to school wearing dirty clothes, unbrushed hair and severely underfed, Tabby got put into the system.

It took them a whole year to find her mother, but Tabitha was always waiting for her. Even when they said Angelica wasn't coming and that she'd have to go to Aurora Bay, California and live with her grandparents, she still waited. Waited for her mother to come home, to choose her, to make her feel special. It never happened. Tabitha was withdrawn as a kid, always waiting for the other shoe to drop. It made her fiercely independent. Her grandparents were lovely people, but they knew their daughter - she was never coming back.

As time moved on, Tabby eventually came out of her shell and what emerged was an angry little girl. At school, she was too smart and too mouthy. Constantly in detention for talking back to teachers while getting straight A's on their tests. Any rule was broken, forever acting out as if the school would call her mother and she'd have to come and get her. All it did was give her grandparents grief. She loved them, but the trauma from her childhood was too deep in her veins. Her only saving grace were her friends, the people who made school tolerable. Her best friend, Lucky - he was the grounding force she needed. She would have loved him if she were able to, but after everything that happened with her mother, Tabitha had learned never to love anyone too much. It'll only destroy you when they inevitably leave.

Comforting him during the rough patches with his family came easy to her, and they only grew closer during those times until one night, it blossomed into something more. One night was all it took to completely flip her world upside down. She fully supported his sudden move to London after his parents divorce, she longed to go with him but two pink lines kept her planted in Aurora Bay. Tabitha thought about telling him. When they spoke on the phone, he was always so excited, telling stories about adventures. Tabitha knew that if she told him, he'd come home and it seemed so cruel to crush his dreams like that. There were thoughts of other options, but this was a piece of Lucky and she'd never get rid of that. So she lied, to everyone. Said the baby was someone else's and decided to raise their daughter on her own.

It was tough being a mother at 18. She was still just a child herself, but her grandparents were a great support. Theodora King was born and Tabitha's whole life changed. There were no more talks of college. Only doctors appointments, midnight feedings and the cost of diapers. Eventually, once Theo was a little older, she got a job as a waitress at the All-Nighter Diner as they could watch her daughter overnight. There wasn't much time for things like a social life or friends, and eventually Lucky drifted into the background of her new life.

Just as Theo turned three, her grandmother started experiencing signs of Alzheimer's. Forgetting things, getting easily confused. Things got so bad that Tabitha started worrying that it was no longer safe to have her watch Theo unsupervised, and her grandfather needed to look after his wife. The two moved out into an apartment in Ocean Crest. It was small, but it was theirs and Tabitha tried her best to make sure that Theo never wanted for anything. But times were tough, she had no support. And then on Theo's fourth birthday, she cracked. Bills were piling up, her presents were mediocre and all Theo wished for.. was a dad. While they'd talked on and off over the years, Tabitha bit the bullet and called Lucky. Just as she expected, he came straight home.

From there, after many long conversations, they've been figuring out co-parenting as they go. Tabitha has taken extra part-time work for the days she's not waitressing to make sure that all Theo's needs are taken care of, the weight of impending doom lifted with Lucky's support. She still struggles asking for help, but getting there in time. Theo believes that wishes do come true as she really did get her dad for her fourth birthday.

POSSIBLE CONNECTIONS:

tabitha has been living in aurora bay for the last 14 years after her grandparents took her in from foster care. before that, she was moving from home to home in chicago. ( possible connections: childhood friends, cousins, foster kids from chicago )

her mom was undiagnosed bipolar and would go maniac epsiodes where she would leave tabitha alone for long periods of time. they would move from place to place so she could have picked up a few friends when she was younger. her mom used to enchant men so they had a place to stay, she'd date them for a while but then her moods were get erratic and she'd do things like steal, break their shit or one time, she nearly burnt someone's house down. ( possible connections: men her mom dated, kids of the men her mom dated, someone who encourages this chick to go to therapy )

known around town as a bit of a hard-ass in her youth. she used to talk back to teachers and get detention for being in fights, angry little girl. would have had a small-tight knit group of friends that she cared about but pretended to be indifferent towards them ( possible connections: best friends, friends who lost touch after she got pregnant, kids she got into fights with )

has been working at the all nighter diner for the past fours years since the birth of her daughter, has recently started cleaning houses on the side for extra cash. very unenthusiastic worker but does what she has to so she's not fired ( possible connections: cleaning clients, regulars at the diner, co-workers )

got pregnant just before her 18th birthday after a one night stand with her best friend, lucky. didn't tell anyone that it was his so he wouldn't find out. eventually told him and he came home to help out. currently successfully co-parenting. ( possible connections: lucky's family and friends, godparents, people who helped while she was raising theo )

hasn't been on a date in like five years, at least not successfully. she's a single mom who worked two jobs (reba coded) so there's not much time for things like romance. but since lucky is back and helping out, she might explore more of the online dating space ( possible connections: bad blinde dates, unsuccessful hookups, unrequited crushes )

her non-mom related hobbies include: reading comics, ice-skating (she's actually pretty good) and going to the movies or drive-in, she's a cinemaphile when she has two hours to spare. you can usually find her around town at the movie house, comic emporium, sharky's on the odd occasion. ( possible connections: friends with owners/workers, fellow regulars, random run-ins, one night stands )

before moving to ocean crest apartments, tabitha and theo used to live with her grandparents where she was raised after leaving foster care. unfortunately her grandmother has been suffering with alzheimer's and has been steadily declining so they moved out. on occasion, tabitha takes her grandmother to the hospital for appointments to help her grandfather. ( possible connections: doctors, nurses, people randomly met at the hospital, ocean crest neighbors )

theo is just about to start school in september as she's now five years old. she'll be attending aurora bay elementary, but previously she would have been in daycare at kid’s cottage daycare center on random days that tabitha's grandparents were not available. ( possible connections: new teachers, old daycare teachers, parent friends, playdate friends, theo's best friend's parent )

CURRENT CONNECTIONS:

childhood best friend of / shares a child with @luckylewis

grew up around with @lorelailewis and @macaulaymontgomery

@cassidyxcooke is theo's godparent

cousin to @bazhowletts

employee of @greengideon at the all night diner

#aurorabay.intro #tw: mental illness #tw: child neglect #tw: illness

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writefulclown · 1 year

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asmo with an s/o who is way too much like him

asmo x gn reader (2nd person pov) established relationship; no nsfw, just cute headcanons this isn't about appearance or talking/acting the exact same way, but rather like... being on the exact same brainwave i just,, directly translated a phrase from my mother tongue, sorry

first off, this only works if you like genuinely love yourself to the point where you're concerned you might unironically be attracted to yourself. like you'd date your clone.

cause this is it.

asmo most definitely would. he has reached that point and probably gone past it

which is why this relationship was inevitable

good god.

everyone around you two better hold on to their pipe and glasses.

you're a couple of menaces right from the moment you first meet

he's immediately drawn to you in a way that he can only describe as "really weird"

everyone, including the two of you, find it crazy how your brains operate in exactly the same way, no matter how different you are on the outside

definitely too much of... having each other's backs and supporting each other.

he'll chew someone out and you'll be gasping dramatically to drive the proverbial knife even deeper

you're oddly in sync and can read each other like open books

it creeps everyone else out and they'll think there's magic or something involved. they get used to it eventually, but the doubt is eternal

you're very much the couple that will never ever be seen apart, especially with how clingy both of you are

you also have a dynamic where others can ask you about him (and vice versa) and you'll know the exact answer with 100% accuracy every single time. "where is he?" he went out to get presents. he should be back in about 10 minutes. and exactly 10 minutes later he'll step through the door. "why has asmo been ignoring us today?" someone threw out his face cream and a group of you were too loud last night so he couldn't fall asleep. until the culprits confess and give him a heartfelt apology, his highness will be ignoring everyone in this house. and all the while he'll be pouting behind your back, arms crossed, nodding along

if bodies ever get swapped (cause apparently that's a frequent occurrence) you'll be the absolute first to know where asmo is. it is absolutely impossible to fool you

you just get him. and he gets you

he knows exactly how to comfort you in every single situation and he knows how to show his love

he knows exactly what you need, what you want, what's pissing you off, when you need an exit from a place or situation, why you're sad, everything about you is so apparent to him

and it goes both ways. he's blown away every single time.

it's like the scene in the good place where eleanor gives chidi a tissue cause she knew he was gonna sneeze before he did, but every day, every interaction is like that.

he'll very quickly catch on to your sense of fashion as well. he understands it better than you do, even if it's the exact opposite of him. he needs to know because he needs to spoil you.

but it's deeper.

it feels like the more he finds out about you the more he realizes about himself

he feels really compelled to dig around in your mind. he wants to know the reason behind every single one of your thoughts and actions, but, unfortunately, that just reveals more of how insanely similar you two are

anything about you that makes him feel sad, like feeling like your worth is based entirely on how much people desire you, just boomerangs back into him

you're like a mirror that exposes parts of him that are so vulnerable that he feels... terrified.

because it's so scary to him, he feels the need to withdraw from you. just to stop himself from breaking down. he's asmodeus. he's flawless, everyone loves him, every single part of him is so perfect that he doesn't seem real. he's spent so long building this façade, he can't let it crumble.

but how can he not be around you? you just... get him. and he loves how safe he feels around you. he can get rid of all his walls and you'll still love him. you know the worst parts of him because you have the exact same baggage.

he lets his guard down incredibly fast because he's not stupid enough to waste precious time hiding away when he could be spending it with someone who is absolutely perfect for him in every single way.

you know things about him that even he doesn't. he's never had this level of connection with anyone and you bet your ass this man is glued to you for the rest of your life. it's a good thing you're just as clingy as him.

#obey me #omswd x reader #obey me shall we date #asmodeus x reader #asmo x reader #asmo obey me

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bebepac · 2 years

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The Good Part

Series: The Rotten Apple 🍎 The Book: TRH and Beyond! The Pairings: Eleanor x Nico / Eleanor x M!OC) / Liam x Riley Word Count: 4940 Warnings and Ratings: Teen: Mentions of mental illness, mention of character deaths Song Inspiration: The Good Part by AJR Summary: Nico comes to visit Eleanor and unknowingly brings a stowaway. Eleanor leaves the hospital to begin a new life in Greece.

Original Post: 08/21/22 at 10:50PM EST.

A/N: We are finally here at the first installment of the finale of this series. Again, I am really content with the story I’ve presented to you all so far, and I hope that you have enjoyed it too, and look forward to the conclusion for this little family I have created for Eleanor.

“Eleanor you’re beaming.”

“I’ve never felt quite like this before.”

“Tell me about what you’re feeling. Is it Nicolas? I heard he had visited."

Ellie’s smile widened.

“Nico wants me to come home to him and our daughter, Doctor Stanley. I didn’t think I had a home anywhere anymore.”

“How does that make you feel, Eleanor?”

“Incredibly happy.” Her smile faded. “Also sad at the same time.”

“Why sad?”

“Because I wonder, why does he love me? Why do they love me?”

“Why shouldn’t he? Why wouldn't they?”

"My own mother doesn't even love me, and she was supposed to be that person I was supposed to have an unbreakable bond with. She was supposed to unconditionally love me and she doesn’t. My father loves me now, only because he got to know me, but if he had known I wasn't his genetic child, he wouldn't have wanted me either. Do you know how hard it has been for me to find my own path in the world, when I know my parents would have ended my life before it began, because of my true lineage? I wasn't supposed to be in this world at all, Doctor Stanley."

"But you are Eleanor, so what are you going to do with that?"

“Try to change, because I’ve done horrible things that I’m sure you’re aware of. I am a bad person. I want to be the person they deserve.”

“Eleanor, look at me.”

Elle’s downcast eyes slowly drifted up to meet the eyes of her therapist.

“You are the person they deserve. But, you’ve also had horrible things happen to you. You were fractured long before you committed those crimes, and that was not your fault. It wasn’t. Being fractured does not make you bad, evil, or unworthy of love. It just makes you… a person. People fracture in a lot of ways, some are just not as clear as what happened to you. You said you were ready?”

“Yes."

"Then let's continue on this path talking about this, you’re doing great. This is exactly what I want you to do, you need to address these thoughts and feelings you have. You have to understand and acknowledge them, all of it! Grieve for it if you must, and move past them, to get to a healthier place. I believe you can get to a healthier place. One of the things we have to do which I know that really upsets you, is we have to talk more about your mother; A lot more. It’s not going to be easy, but it’s something we have to do. You have to forgive her, and yourself.”

“I don’t know how….”

“It’s going to take time Eleanor.”

Doctor Stanley increased Elle’s therapy sessions as Elle was finally benefitting from them, and talking during her sessions. After a month they were really beginning to make headway. Doctor Stanley thought it would be a very positive thing for Elle’s recovery for Nico to come back and visit, but also bring Ana with him. Elle refused. Doctor Stanley had already spoken to Nico and when he called her that evening, he tried to convince Elle as well.

“Elle please.”

“No Nico.”

“Don’t make me tell her no.”

“It’s out of the question. NO.”

“Doctor Stanley promised me they can make a nice little area for us to visit. We could even have a little picnic together, by the lake. Why don’t you let them show you what they can do for us, and then you can make your decision?”

“Because I don’t want our daughter to ever be near a building like this. Not even if she is coming to see me. This is not the place where I want her to meet me for the first time.”

“Elle, she’s not meeting you for the first time.”

“Birth doesn’t count Nico. Those first three months of her life don’t count because she doesn’t remember me from that. I am the only one with memories of her.”

“Elle, she knows I’m coming to see you. She’s going to be so hurt when I tell her no.”

“It’s for the best. You understand why, right?"

"I do Elle, but you're not the one who has to tell her no and see the look on her face. She doesn't care where we are Elle, just so long as we're all together. She just wants to see you, Elle. You're all she talks about now."

"I care Nico, and she will see me, when I…."

"Come home. You can say it Elle. It's going to happen. You have to believe it too."

"When I come home."

"I don't agree with you doing this Elle, but I understand why you feel this way. I'll see you on Saturday."

After hanging up with Elle he walked into Ana's room where she was reading a book. Nico sat on the edge of her bed.

Since he didn't speak, Ana ignored him and continued reading. But Nico was trying to find the right words to gently break the news to Ana.

"Ana?"

With a little sigh first, Ana looked up from her book as if she had been interrupted. Nico was getting sass from both the main women in his life.

"Yes Papa?"

"I want to talk to you about Saturday."

Ana's face immediately brightened and excitement completely illuminated her face.

"We're going to see Mommy! I can't wait! Can I wear my pink dress with the green flowers?"

"Honeybee, Mommy thinks it's best for you to wait until she's able to come home so she can see you."

The look on Ana's face broke his heart, when her eyes filled with tears.

"Mommy doesn't want to see me?"

"No! That's not it at all. Mommy just wants to wait so we can all have fun together and eat ice cream, and swim in the ocean. Stuff we can do here together, that we can't do there. Mommy can't wait to see you."

"Then you don't want me to go?"

"Ana, I want you to see Mommy. I know you want to go with me."

"Then let me go with you Papa, and we can surprise Mommy."

"Not this time Honeybee, I'm sorry."

He went to gently rub Ana's arm, she pushed him away.

"Ana, please don't be like that with me."

Ana turned away from him, cuddling one of her teddy bears. Nico gently rubbed her back.

"LEAVE ME ALONE!!!!" Ana screamed. Nico pulled his hand away and abruptly stood, walking towards the door, but he paused when he heard Ana's little sniffles.

"Honeybee…" He whispered softly.

"Go away Papa."

Nico softly closed the door behind him, leaning against it.

When Saturday morning rolled around, Ana didn't even want to eat breakfast with him before he left; Ana had plans of her own.

Elle

"Thank you for this, it's beautiful, Dr. Stanley."

"We had some clothes here for family visits, and this one looked like it would fit you. It's not much, I know you are used to garments made from finer materials than this.”

“That was a lifetime ago, it feels like, and to be honest a lot of it is overrated. Trust me when I say, I will never wear a corseted ball gown ever again. To be honest, I never felt very comfortable in that type of clothing anyway.”

Dr. Stanley smiled.

“We still want to give you access to the lake area for the afternoon, Since you and Nicolas look to be rekindling your relationship. It could be a nice little romantic afternoon for the two of you.”

Elle smiled. “I was thinking so too.”

“As long as you keep it PG.”

“Duly noted.”

Elle felt nervous getting ready. It was the first time she had seen Nico since his declaration of love…their declaration of love.

In the weeks that followed, she had been showered with calls from him and letters from both him, and Ana.

Ana.

Her little girl. The last time saw her in the flesh she could cradle her in her arms, and was dependent on her, for her very survival.

Now she was an independent child that could walk, talk, feed herself; she had grown up. Elle had missed so much.

She had spoken to Ana multiple occasions. When Nico gave Ana the phone to let her talk to Elle, he could barely get the phone back. Ana became a chatterbox and would recount for Elle everything she could remember from the last time they spoke. Elle loved every second of it, learning about Ana’s school, her cousins, the family, and every little thing her daughter thought was important enough to tell her. It was almost overwhelming for her to be showered with so much affection, but Nico and Ana were her family.

Staff had given Elle a little makeup which she used sparingly on her skin. It had been quite some time since Elle had worn her hair loose, she thought Nico might like that. Once Elle was ready she grabbed the little pink teddy bear before she left her room. It made her think of Ana, and she knew they would be talking about her a lot. She felt she needed that little extra comfort today.

Ana

Papa thought he was smart but so was she. Ana had an idea and she wasn’t taking no for an answer.

Ana had packed her little overnight bag the night before. She went to the closet and picked up her dress she wanted to wear for Mommy. She slipped it on and tied a little green ribbon in her hair the way her father had taught her to. She had one chance to get this right.

Ana waited until she heard the boat whistle to hop out of the window, to land on the porch, her foot falls masked by the loud whistle, and she ran as fast as her feet could carry her for her father's vehicle, using the spare key fob to unlock the vehicle. Papa always had a blanket in back, the perfect thing for her to hide under. She was great at hiding, and Papa wouldn't find her until it was too late. She was going to see Mommy today and nobody could stop her. Ana curled up into a tiny ball under the blanket, waiting for her father to leave.

Nico and Mama K

"Where is Ana? She's usually an early riser like you."

"She's still angry with me Mama. She wants to see Elle, but Elle doesn't want her to come to see her at the hospital."

"Children have funny memories sometimes. There are memories that you have of your father where you only remember the good parts. Or parts you remember of our family you remember the good parts. Do you remember that camping trip we had in the backyard? When we had flashlights and ate food we cooked by the fire?"

Nico smiled recollecting that time with his mother and sisters.

"Yes, it was one of my favorite weekends that we ever spent as a family."

"Nico, we had no electricity and barely any food. That's why we 'camped' outside. The temperature was cooler outside than it was in the house. You don't remember that part do you?"

"No…"

"I really don't think Ana would mind where she was or remember what you and Elle think are the big details if it was just you, Elle, and her, and she is spending time with her family."

Nico glanced at Ana's closed door.

"Are you going to say goodbye to her?"

Nico went up to her door and sheepishly knocked.

"Ana? I'm getting ready to leave. May I have a hug?"

There was silence on the other end.

"I know you're sad, and mad at me, and I'm sorry for that. I love you Honeybee."

There was still no response from Ana; He turned to face his mother.

"She's never been this angry with me that she just won't speak to me before. I'm just going to let her be. Give her a little space Mama. She was so upset. Can you make her favorite meal for me, and give her a kiss and a hug?"

"Of course Nico. She'll be fine. Talk to Elle. Tell her about your childhood. She will understand."

She glanced at the door, laughing softly.

"Wait until she's a teenager. All those emotions! And when she wants to start dating."

Mama K's laughter increased with the absolutely mortified look on Nico's face.

"She's not dating until she's thirty."

"But Elle will be there to help you with that part."

"I hope so, Mama."

Nico walked up to the vehicle, using his key fob to unlock the door.

The doors were already unlocked, which wasn't odd, but he was pretty sure the last time he had gotten out of his vehicle he locked it. Nico decided since his bag was small he decided to put it on the back seat, instead of in the trunk. In a few moments he was on his way.

The soft music and her father's singing lulled Ana to sleep in the back of the vehicle where she was hiding.

When Ana woke again, it was because her tummy was growling.

She had packed a snack and her favorite juice, eating silently as possible under the covers.

Nico's phone started ringing.

Nico slammed on the brakes, causing Ana to spill her juice.

"Mama, what do you mean Ana isn't there?!?" She has to be." Nico’s voice was panicked.

"She's not here, I have looked everywhere for her."

"Did you check her hiding place she likes to go and read?"

"Yes Nico, she's not there."

Nico cursed under his breath and sighed.

"I'm going to turn around and come back home. Elle will have to understand this is an emergency."

Nico smelled the strong scent of pineapple juice throughout the vehicle, Ana’s favorite juice that she loved to drink.

"Mama hold on a moment."

Nico had pulled his SUV over and got out walking back to the vehicle's trunk. Ana tried to stay as still as she could under the blanket.

"Ana?"

She didn't respond, but he noticed the blanket move a little. Nico yanked the blanket away.

"Ana!"

“Papa.”

"Mama! She's fine, she hid in my trunk! I'll call you back."

He looked down at Ana. His voice was stern when he spoke, but he truly wasn't angry with her, only angry for the fact she disobeyed him.

“Ana, I told you, it was for the best that you not come with me this time around.”

"I’m sorry, I just wanted to see her Papa, and I spilled my drink on my dress. I wanted to look pretty for Mommy, but I messed up.”

Ana burst into tears.

“Oh, Honeybee….”

Nico didn't hesitate for a moment and picked Ana up from the trunk, hugging her close to him, gently rubbing her back.

“Shhhh… it’s alright. We’ll get you cleaned up okay? It's not the dress that makes you pretty Honeybee. Mommy will think you're beautiful just as you are, just like I do. I promise.”

“Is Mommy going to be mad at me?”

“No Honeybee, she won't.”

If anything, Nico was pretty sure that she would be upset with him. He wiped Ana’s tears carrying her around to the back seat.

“Sit in your seat, I need to make a quick call.”

He stepped away from the vehicle, making a call to Elle’s doctor explaining the situation to Doctor Stanley.

“Nico, I believe Eleanor can handle it. She really wants to see Ana, but she is so afraid of Ana being close to the hospital. It’s almost like she has an irrational fear that the hospital is going to infect Ana with mental illness.”

“I know it’s short notice, but can you make up the area the way you all had planned for us?”

“Yes, and we'll add a few special things for Ana as well.”

“Thank you. I am so incredibly grateful for the things you are doing for us.”

“You’re welcome Nicolas. All these years, all the patients I’ve had, no one has made quite the impression on me that Eleanor has. I’ve met the deplorable that aren’t worth redemption, that shouldn’t be given a second chance in society. That’s never been Eleanor from the moment I met her, even though she tried to hide her true self all this time. I’ll be on standby just in case you all need me, but I don’t think you will. Eleanor wants to see her daughter desperately. I think it’s a good thing you had a little stowaway. This might be the push Eleanor needs to drive her over the threshold, seeing what she could truly have with the two of you, what it could be like, to really push herself that much harder towards healing herself.”

“Thank you again."

He went back to check on Ana. They stopped so that he could help Ana get cleaned up, and they drove to the ferry that would take them into Portavira. Both were nervous and excited, they were going to see Elle.

Elle

Elle sat at the small decorated picnic table facing the gate, waiting patiently for Nico to arrive, so she could see him the moment he walked through. She glanced around the area, there was an adorable little spot that was set up for a picnic, even a swing, and some games. She didn’t think she would be playing the games with Nico, but she remembered he liked to play chess. Elle was horrible at it.

Elle stood when she saw him walk through the gate, she smiled and waved when his eyes met hers. Nico smiled back at her. The gate remained open and Nico reached out his hand. Ana walked through the gate, taking his hand, and they proceeded towards Elle. The smile had faded from Elle’s face, replaced with a look of shock.

Nico’s heart was racing, Elle’s eyes were fixed on Ana.

“That’s my Mommy?” Ana asked him. Nico paused, kneeling down to her smiling in Elle’s direction.

“Yes, that’s your Mommy. She's beautiful isn't she?”

Ana nodded.

“She looks like a goddess Papa.”

Elle was beautiful in her simplicity. She was wearing a long flowing off the shoulder flower printed dress, and tan colored sandals. Her hair pinned up on one side by flowers and the rest cascaded over her shoulders and down her back.

“I always thought so too. Let's go say hi to her. She's waiting on us for once. Are you ready?”

Ana patted down her hair, and straightened her dress.

"I'm ready Papa."

They walked over to where Elle was standing.

"Nico…"

"Elle.."

"Please don't be mad at Papa. I didn't obey, because I wanted to see you."

"You wanted to see me?" Elle asked, her eyes filled with tears.

Ana nodded. "May I hug you Mommy?"

"I would really like that."

Ana let go of Nico's hand to throw her arms around Elle.

Finally the tears that filled her eyes rolled down her cheeks in rivers, as she hugged Ana. Nico stepped forward to wipe Elle's tears.

"I'm sorry… this is what I really wanted." She whispered to him. Ana’s grip around her tightened.

"Well good thing, your daughter is just as stubborn as you."

"Good thing." Elle directed her attention to Ana. “What would you like to do first? I don’t have much here, but we could eat lunch, we could play games, maybe swing for a little bit.”

“You can pick Honeybee, whatever you want us to do first.”

“Can we eat? I’m hungry.”

“I knew you’d say that. She didn’t eat breakfast.”

“I’m glad you said that, I’m hungry too. I didn’t eat breakfast either. And you’ll have to tell me how you got into your Papa’s car without him seeing you.”

Nico sat at the table thinking Ana would sit next to him, instead she sat close to Elle.

“Is she allergic to anything Nico?”

“No she isn’t, and she’s not a picky eater at all.”

“Giagiá is the best cook. Papa cooks okay.”

“Papa cooks just okay?!?!?! You always clean your plate when I cook for you!!!”

Elle laughed.

“Can you cook?” Ana asked her.

“Ana.” Nico’s voice was slightly stern when he saw the embarrassed blush on Elle’s cheeks.

“It’s okay, Nico. No Ana, I don’t know how, but I can learn.”

“That’s okay, I can help, so can Papa, and Giagiá won’t let us be hungry.”

Elle smiled and eyes widened as Ana told the story of how she had sneaked out of the house early that morning and hid in the back of Nico’s car.

Nico smiled as Ana continued talking to Elle.

He had never seen Ana open up so much to someone almost so immediately, or Elle for that manner.

She chuckled harder at Nico’s surprised face, and his slack jaw.

“You are quite the escape artist.”

Elle smiled. “The apple didn’t fall far from the tree. That sounds like your Papa.”

Ana rested her head on Elle. Elle seemed surprised at first but embraced her.

“I’m so glad you’re here right now Ana.”

After they ate, they played checkers, then with the frisbee. Both Elle and Ana took off their sandals to run and play in the grass. As much as Nico had wanted to spend some time with Elle to figure out what all this was truly going to mean for them, he knew this time with them together rebonding was more important. He had Ana for years, Elle only had the afternoon getting to know their daughter. So Nico let go of the little twinges of jealousy he had with Ana choosing to be close to Elle, and he hung back and let Ana and Elle have that special time together.

“I have something for you. If you don’t like it, that's okay; I’ll understand. You might not even like them anymore.”

“Like what?” Ana inquired.

Elle held out the little pink teddy bear for Ana to take.

“It used to be yours when you were a baby, but you left it. So I kept it for you. It used to smell like you.”

“I love it! Thank you!” Ana hugged Elle again, then afterwards hugged the bear close breathing in the bear’s fur.

“Now it smells like you Mommy.”

Ana was the very best parts of the two of them. Nico had been a wonderful father to her. Elle could not be sad or upset that though her daughter had missed her, she had really flourished in Nico’s care. Nico had surrounded her with family and love.

“I think there’s a hammock swing calling our name.”

“Yes, that sounds perfect.”

They all got into the hammock, getting comfortable in the warm afternoon air. Ana cuddled closer to Elle, resting her head on Elle’s chest.

Ana in turn pulled Nico's arm to drape over her, and Elle, causing him to pull the two of them closer to him in an embrace. Ana was quite the little match maker. She always had been. Elle thought back to that night Nico held them both in his arms, so she could get some rest. Elle closed her eyes for a moment. They were her little family. They were hers. Elle felt safe, and content.

“Papa, tell me our story.”

“You’ve heard it a thousand times Honeybee.”

“Then we can hear it a thousand plus one times!”

“Fine fine fine. I’ll tell it only if you help me tell it. Will you help me, Honeybee?”

“Yes Papa I will!!!”

“Okay, we’ll take turns. I’ll start us off. Once upon a time there was a very beautiful princess, who lived in a castle, and she was the fairest of them all.”

“That’s you Mommy.”

Elle listened to both Nico and Ana take turns telling parts of the story, the story of the two of them, in a way that Ana could understand; He had even told her about Nicolai. He had been so very honest with Ana, over the years about everything.

"What happens next?” Elle asked during the pause.

“It’s your turn Honeybee.”

Ana was silent.

"Honeybee?" Nico whispered.

“I think she fell asleep, Nico, with her ear to my heart like she used to do when she was a baby. It’s like she remembers that.”

“Honestly, I think deep down she does. She’s shy around people, Elle and seeing the way she just opened up to you so immediately is very uncharacteristic of her. I know my daughter. I watch her very closely. She is only that open with people she knows. That part of her is you, Elle. She is very similar to you, and it runs deeper than just her features. I used to read a lot, and wondered what she would remember, if she could remember you. Everything I read said she would forget. But for the longest time, before she could talk, and even after she began speaking, she would just look around the room, almost frantic at times, like she was looking for something, for someone, and I firmly believe in my soul, she was looking for you Elle, and she looked heartbroken that she couldn’t find you.”

“Nico…”

“So, on her first birthday, I started telling her about you, in the form of a bedtime story.”

“Thank you for being the father to her that I knew you would be. I heard my father visits her.”

“He does.”

“Alone?”

“Yes.”

“I figured as much.”

“Elle… Queen Riley….”

Elle’s body tensed in his arms.

“I don’t want to talk about her, not here, not now.”

Ana woke up a little while later, and Elle knew they would be coming out soon to take her back inside. She made the best of the remaining time they had together, now that Ana was awake again. When the sun was starting to set, two orderlies headed in their direction. It was time. Elle glanced at Nico.

“Ana, it’s time for us to go.”

“But I don’t want to. I want to stay.”

Elle kneeled. “I know. I don’t want either of you to go. But we’ll be together again soon, I promise. Until then, Lady Cupcake can keep you company.”

“Lady Cupcake?”

“Yes, I gave Lady Cupcake lots of hugs, so when you hug her, she’ll give one of my hugs back to you. So it will be like you’re hugging me while you’re away. But for now, can I have one more hug before you go, one that I can hold on to?”

Nico stood back letting the two hug each other. When it was his turn, he embraced Elle once more.

“We’ll be back in a few weeks.”

“Alright.”

“Aren’t you going to kiss her Papa?”

“She’s a little matchmaker like her Aunt Liberty.”

“That’s not necessarily a bad thing.” Nico whispered.

Both laughed for a moment before their eyes met.

Nico slipped his arms around her. “I mean look where we are right now.”

“You’re exactly right.”

Elle closed her eyes when Nico closed in for a kiss, setting her whole body on fire.

Elle didn’t want to let go of him when the kiss deepened, but was compelled to after a few moments when she heard one of the orderlies lightly clear their throat. Elle pulled away from him.

“I have to go.” She whispered.

Nico pulled her close, kissing her again for a few moments. He pulled away when he heard them call her name.

“We’ll see you in a few weeks.”

“I’ll be waiting.”

Elle watched Nico and Ana until they were at the gate, before she headed inside.

Doctor Stanley was correct in her assumption, Elle seeing Ana and Nico and having that time together and subsequent times afterwards had emotionally propelled Elle to push herself in ways leading her towards a healthy lifestyle outside of the hospital.

“What if I can’t do it?”

“But what if you can, why are you afraid of that Eleanor?”

“Because she needs me, and I don’t want to disappoint her. I don’t want her to hate me, because I can’t give her what she needs. I don’t want to lose her. Lose them again.”

“You won’t. You are not your mother Eleanor. Do you realize, from the moment Ana was born, actually before she was born, you have put her first? You have been selfless, and you chose to be here when this was not where you wanted to be, because you wanted a life with your daughter someday. You can do this Eleanor. Greece is where you need to be, with your family. You said the happiest time of your life was when you spent time with Nico in Greece, and when the two of you were caring for Ana.”

“Yes.”

“You can have it all Eleanor, you’ll be home before your daughter’s eighth birthday.”

“I could make her a cake. I don’t know how, but I know I could do it.”

“You can do it. Nico will be here in the morning to pick you up.”

“He’s in Portavira already?”

“Yes he’s here. Here is the name of a therapist locally to you, that you will start weekly check ins with.”

“This is really happening isn’t it?”

“Yes it is, Eleanor you’re going home.”

Since Elle was leaving this part of her life behind, she decided to donate most of her clothes. She had come to the hospital with the clothes on her back, now she was leaving the same way.

“Ready to go home?” Nico asked.

“Yes. Let’s go home.”

#bebepac writes #the rotten apple 🍎#elle x nico #evil ellie rys #evil drake #choices fanfiction #fic of the week #choices fic writers creations #choices fanfic #choices fandon #crown princess ellie

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lulusoblue · 10 months

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give me your domestic gfs elizanor hcs

i have no idea how long this has been here but *cracks knuckles* you got it, anon

First meeting: 6'9" Eleanor Lamb activates Elizabeth's up-to-now dormant lesbianism so hard she forgets how to form words for a few minutes

Fast friends due to trauma interests in common and an interdimensional roadtrip is almost immediate, which slowly builds up to a romantic relationship as they tour the world(s) together

The domestication begins: they build a cottage, one where Eleanor won't need to duck so much, because from their travels they have found most cottages are small and short, but they want their shared living space to be cozycore. They build it in some idyllic woods or a forest clearing, just somewhere somewhat isolated without it being unsettling or creepy.

Elizabeth by this point has a good hang of her powers where she can pull a Howl's Moving Castle on the cottage doors and windows to just stop out anywhere like it's no big deal; streets of Paris? Relaxing country park? The Attack on Eden Prime? okay maybe not that last one

They think of places to revisit based on both location and date, because if they're both from different places in time and space they might as well travel the same way.

They have so many books. So many books. The "small" study has shelves hidden in hammerspace to store all the books. Why do they need all these books?

Out of the two, Eleanor gets hit the hardest when she falls sick. Her immune system has been screwed over after living in a fish bowl on the ocean floor her whole life, so she gets so much as a cold and she is bedridden for DAYS. Elizabeth's Nurse Nightingale mode gets switched on and she cares for/dotes on Eleanor the whole time. The latter complains about being babied but that's the general misery from being sick talking. (And somewhere under all the sniffling and groaning she feels so happy that someone is caring so much about her wellbeing.)

Unless one of them is busy elsewhere or sick, they tend to cook their meals together. Both of them were raised in circumstances where cooking for themselves never really came up, so it's a bit of them learning this life skill together and a bit of not wanting to leave the other to do all the cooking.

Eleanor visits Tenenbaum sometimes, usually to help with the effort of caring for the Little Sisters that her mother created. Locating their families is relatively easy thanks to the Thinker, it's undoing the mental conditioning that takes a while. Elizabeth offers to help where she can, knowing that this is something personal for Eleanor. Instant travel to drop off the treated girls and then leave without a trace makes the burden a lot easier on Tenenbaum as well.

Elizabeth sometimes wants to visit whatever Booker still survives in the aftermath of everything, but she can't bring herself to ever try and speak with him. If she ever checks on him, it's from afar, watching as Anna DeWitt gets to have a life that Elizabeth Comstock never got to have. Eleanor can see something's bothering Elizabeth when she gets back from wherever she's been, and eventually coaxes her into actually talking about her feelings, which are bittersweet at best.

Elizabeth discovers she's a cat person when Eleanor brings home a scruffy mess of a stray cat that kept following her. As soon as Elizabeth sits down to read the cat is on her lap before the book is open, he has claimed this human.

Eleanor discovers she's a dog person when Elizabeth brings home a stray mutt with the biggest "Can I keep him?" eyes. The dog was a her, and Eleanor quickly understood why people did the babytalk voice with their dogs because she adores this disaster dog.

There is a ladder for the shelves in the study, but Elizabeth always pesters Eleanor to lift her up for a book if the latter's around.

Eleanor gets lazy when it comes to grocery shopping and uses the above against Elizabeth so that she'll just tear a fully stocked fridge into their kitchen. Who wins here? Who knows?

Elizabeth loves dressing the both of them up. She loves making them new outfits to go out in, finding accessories on their adventures, teaching Eleanor about makeup and what to wear for what occassion because they can both leave the house and they will look good doing it dangit.

Eleanor loves to tinker with various gadgets and gizmos, and that might be why she's also taken to art, favouring mixed media and unconventional sculpting and metalworks. It was Elizabeth's idea that they build Eleanor her own shed as a space for her creativity, so the latter had full reign to get messy and come back into the cottage looking like a full-on blacksmith.

They know not to mess with the timelines. They know this. But that doesn't stop them from taking their combined works - Eleanor's art pieces and Elizabeth's paintings - and selling them where they could just to see where they would end up and what little instances of inspiration they caused.

Both of them have nightmares, not on the regular but often enough. Tossing and turning, mumbling in their sleep. Worst-case scenarios are one waking up and accidentally/instinctively pulling something into the room via tear or scourching the ceiling/wall with a fireball. They've learned each other's tells for nightmares and how to help calm the other down. Eleanor found that holding Elizabeth and talking to her in her sleep helps - a book she likes, what they could do in the morning, or just plain nonsense. Elizabeth figured out that ocean noise calmed Eleanor down, and changes the world outside their window to an undersea view until Eleanor stills. It's not a perfect system, they would rather be without the nightmares, but it's something that works in the now.

They're in no rush to get married, as neither really feel that it's something they need in their relationship. They know they're not ready for children yet, or if they'll ever want children. They're happy as they are in the present, with a cottage they built together for the life they built together and the cat and the dog they adopted and the art shed and a library hidden inside of a modest study and doors that can take them wherever and whenever they want. They were lost, but they found each other.

Eleanor has met the Luteces exactly once. She does not like them at all. She has promised them that if they ever show up to interrupt the peaceful life she and Elizabeth have for whatever bullshit quantum entanglement riddle they may want to bring with them, she can and WILL find a way to kill them for good. While the Luteces are certain she won't, the chance of third-degree burns and whatever half-finished art projects being thrown at them full-throttle is definitely not appealling.

#bioshock infinite #bioshock 2 #elizanor #eleanor lamb #elizabeth comstock #bioshock #domestic headcanons #i might come up with more but i am sleep deprived and honestly? finally time to answer this #who needs sleep when you have shipping headcanons

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anticipatecrime · 11 months

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'𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙚' 𝙧𝙮𝙖𝙣 𝙡𝙪𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙭 𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝙊𝘾 | chapter i

𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: ex-drummer of a band, ronan finds himself not knowing where to go, but when his aunt eleanor lethe invites him to haven springs, he says fuck it, and moves into the lethe flowers shop. he's excited yet scared for his fresh start as a trans guy in a small town. 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨: 1.5k 𝙖/𝙣:keep watching lis true colours playthroughs and getting myself attached to ryan. i'm using this to dig myself out of a writing grave💀 had a very popular tumblr fanfic account almost two years ago.. i'm welcoming myself back woo! enjoy this because theres no ryan fics.

he watched the scenery go by, trying to fight the boredom, as his eyes almost shut. the trees, the mountains, the wildlife.. it wasn’t doing it for him anymore. after more than forty hours, it stops being as beautiful and intriguing as it once was.

the only thing actually distracting him from his lack of enthusiasm was his music. he did slight movements side to side. god he loved music, even moreso loved the violent femmes.

‘when i’m out walkin’, i strut my stuff man im so strung out’

‘i’m high as a kite, i just might stop to check you out’ instantly, he was infront of a crowd again, his air drumsticks became real ones and the crowd was cheering, bouncing up and down to the sound of his band. everyone seemed to be on a buzz, just enjoying themselves.

he missed that feeling, he missed performing with his band, but.. theres no way he could go back, especially with what happened his ex, aka the bassist.

he shook his head, and took his headphones off. ‘no reason to think about the past, when we’re constantly in the future’ he thought, continuing to look out the window.

he hoped in anticipation that he would arrive to his destination soon. the bus felt oddly cramped, even though there was only himself on it. maybe three stops ago the last people got off. young hipsters who reeked of marijuana.

suddenly, ronan was pulled out of his thoughts when the breaks of the bus were slammed, and his glasses were launched off his eyes. ‘jesus’ he thought, scrambling to pick them back up.

“sorry kid! these breaks are so unstable, got stuck at the last minute.”

“its uh, okay?” he replied, finally realizing where he was. it was a two day, six bus journey, but finally ronan arrived in haven springs. and thank fuck for that.

he grabbed his luggage, and began rolling it off the bus, sending a smile and wave to the bus driver. "have a good one!"

"you too! enjoy the small town culture." he said, before closing the doors and moving forward.

"wow.. a frest start." he hummed, looking forward to seeing his aunt eleanor, probably his only family member that wasn't deceased or estranged. he was lucky to have her as such a supportive person in his life.

she supported him when he came out as trans, then gay, when he dropped out of law school and focused on music instead, when he moved away from his biological mother and when he needed a place to stay. It was like this woman was his guardian angel.

now, he just needed to find where she was. She offered him one of the spare offices in the flower shop.

he started walking forwards, and his jaw dropped in awe, shocked at the beautiful stone bridge infront of him. It was decorated with beautiful flowers and vines.

it looks so different but the vibe is the same, he can remember being about five years old here, visiting his aunt for the weekend. he got to see the spring festival, play with some of the other kids here, he vaguely remembers a few people from here. crazy to think the last time he was here was in 2001.

he strolls along, making sure to take in every building, every person who glances at him.

unexpectedly, an arm was around him. He turns, seeing someone unfamiliar. "hi? do i know you?"

"no you do not." a girl with red glasses chuckles kindly. "but i know you! ronan, right? awesome to meet you."

"nice to meet you too.. random person." his eyes narrowed.

"oh my god, sorry!" she laughs. "i'm alex!"

"alex what are you-" another voice chims in. "oh, sick."

"anyways, i'm alex chen, this is steph, welcome to haven springs!"

"thanks." he rubbed the back of his neck, feeling so uncomfortable at the sudden social presence. alex grabbed onto stephs hand, and they took a step back together.

"sorry, we just don't get new people often. i understand how it feels to be bombarded with welcomes, i was the new person before you i guess." alex took a deep breath, thinking about her first day here, and everything that happened.

"eleanor posted about you arriving today, so don't be shocked if more people come up to you, i'll try to calm them down a bit. in the meantime, do you want us to guide you to eleanor's shop?" she offered.

"oh uh, sure!"

the walk was fairly silent, and it was only making things more awkward. "so.. tell me about the other townspeople?" he suggested, with a shrug of his shoulder.

"well there's not too many people are age, other than ryan, and uh hector." steph begins to whisper. "he uh, really likes his dog chrissy, one time he lost her and started listening to breakup songs."

"hey, i'd be sad too if i lost my dog.. maybe not breakup song sad but still!" he snickered. "also, riley's off to college right?"

"yeah, she's going to be visiting this summer though." alex adds in.

"i remember ryan, he's 3 years older than me, i remember his dad making him play dragons with me."

"that reminds me, are you all caught up with everything that's happened in the past two years?" alex questions, curiously.

ronan grimaces. "yeah, hard to miss on the news, even from a different state. i was thinking about saying something earlier but i didn't want to take down the mood. i'm really sorry for everything that happened to you alex, but you're so strong and i can't believe everything you uncovered."

alex pauses in her step and looks at ronans aura. it was a light blue tint. she breaths in, and out, not knowing what to say. steph notices, and takes over.

"we're here!" she announces. "eleanor will be somewhere in there, when you're done getting used to the town, there's a welcome party down at the black lantern for you."

he glances to alex, mouthing an apology, before smiling. "okay, i'll see you guys there, then?"

"yes you will." steph confirmed, before her and alex left towards the record shop.

'time to see eleanor' he thought, nervously. the one person that has always supported him. what if she doesn't feel the same as she once did?

he pushes the door handle, causing the bell to ring. "RONAN!" she exclaims, running towards the boy. "oh how i've missed you." the older woman hugs him tight. "i'm sorry for everything that's happened."

ronan exhaled shakily, trying not to get too emotional on his first day. "it's okay, it's all in the past now." he reassured her, not wanting to upset eleanor more.

she breaks away from him and gives a warming smile. "i'm so happy you're here. i had ryan help furnish your room, since i'm not used to decorating."

"oh? thank you." he smiled. "how is he? still a nerd about nature?"

"oh honey, he's a park ranger now." eleanor says, making the two giggle. "very into birds."

"i expected nothing less from him." ronan shrugs, beginning to walk around the shop.

eleanor pauses for a moment, before smiling again. "but he's a very great guy ya'know, he's looking forward to seeing you again."

"oh geez.." he mumbled, rubbing his hands together anxiously. hearing that made him nervous. 'he's looking forward to seeing you again.'

ronan only started transitioning 5 years ago, and came out 4 years ago. ryans version of him is much different then how he is now. it would be like meeting a completely different person.

"don't worry about anything okay darling? i didn't tell anyone that you were transgender other than people who knew you before. all i said on myblock was that my nephew was moving here."

"thank you eleanor, it really means a lot." he smiled.

"oh oh, i'm sorry, let me help you with those." she rolled one of the suitcases towards the back. "follow me when you're ready!"

ronan looked around at all the flowers and plants. there was lilies, roses, sunflowers, orchids and so many more. it smelled like natural perfume. he's always loved flowers, fantasized about getting them one day. he huffed, and rolled his eyes at his own thoughts, and took off towards the back.

he passed one closed door before seeing an open door, most likely his. he took a step in and was in awe, it looked perfect for his stay. it almost reminded him of his teenage bedroom, but if it was in a cottage. "i remember some of the bands you were messaging me about, so i thought what else would be better to put on the walls then posters."

ronan reached over and hugged her once more. "this is too much, im so grateful to have you, thank you."

"it's no problem dear." she smiled brightly. "here, i'll leave you to settle in, i'll be working just down the hall in the office. if you finish unpacking before the welcome party, don't feel shy, go explore and make friends!"

"i'll try." he sighed, as eleanor shut the bedroom door.

he stood for a moment, trying to catch his breath. 'finally.. peace and quiet'

ronan began unpacking his bags. he had two rolling suitcases, a duffle bag, and a tote bag. it was a lot of luggage to carry around on six buses but it was necessary. he also had some other items coming in the mail, like his drum kit and guitar.

he started with the first suitcase, pulling out essential items like toothpaste, toothbrush, menstrual products, a variety of soaps, some candles. then it started getting into the little nicknacks. some being stuff he picked up on his travels, others just things that have memories attached to them.

after putting his toiletries in the bathroom, and the nicknacks on the blank shelves above his desk and bed, he started sorting through his clothing. he put piles of clothes into the closet, and a few extra things into the drawers under his bed.

to say ronan was exhausted, was an understatement. he just traveled through four states in roughly two days, met a bunch of people on his way, and in haven, and had to unpack as his first chore.

he took off his glasses before he collapsed onto the bed, the comforter a dark navy plaid, with black sheets. "can't believe i'm back here after all this time." he breathed.

now he just has to get through the rest of the day, and he'll be fine. right?

a/n: thank you for reading the first chapter of out of state, plenty more to come :) also i'd love to have anons if anyone would want to be an anon

#life is strange #lis #ryan lucan #ryan lucan x oc #ryan lucan x reader #alex chen #steph gingrich #life is strange true colors #life is strange three #oc #eleanor lethe

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shrinkthisviolet · 3 months

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cute character questions for Morgan :)

Gladly! I love talking about her 🥰

Basics

Name: Jessica Morgan Wells (goes by “Morgan”. Went by “Jesse” pre-Eowells…she was only a baby then, but still)

Age: ...depends on when you ask 😅 her birthday is October 11, 1998! She turns 16 during early s1, 17 during early s2, and so on

Zodiac sign: Libra

One good trait: Resourceful—if she wants something done, she will often do whatever it takes

One bad trait: She’s reckless to a fault, especially when it comes to protecting people (her loved ones mainly, but also just…people she feels responsible for). This often gets her into trouble (ex: Zoom in s2 threatening her with Jesse’s life because he can deduce some sort of connection between them)

Habits

One good habit: She’s not gullible. Unless she unequivocally trusts the person telling her something, she’ll have doubts about it and try to verify it herself.

One bad habit: She’s so used to people-pleasing that she falls back into it with close loved ones…even to her own detriment

One habit she can’t break: As above…people-pleasing :( she does slowly recover from it, but it takes a while

Family

Her parents’ names:

Harrison Gertrude* Wells (father)

Esther "Tess" Morgan (birth mother)

Christina "Tina" McGee (godmother -> mother)

*this is a headcanon, but you can pry it from my cold, dead hands ✋

Her siblings’ names: Henrytina and Westallen ofc aren’t married yet in the AU, but they’re endgame, so this is what the sibling relationships will look like by s4:

Jesse Chambers Wells (doppelgänger/“cosmic sister”)

Barry Allen (stepbrother)

Iris West-Allen (stepsister-in-law)

(There’s also Wally and Linda but like. Truth be told, idk what the exact relationship is for them besides in-laws 😅)

Favorite childhood memory: When she was very little (pre-age-7), she used to be terrified of thunderstorms. Eowells sometimes let her curl up next to him on the couch while he worked, where she usually fell asleep...but one day, he decided on a different approach. He told her a story about a hero surrounded by lightning, who used it to power his superspeed and save lots of people. Morgan never feared thunderstorms after that...and the day she met the Flash, she saw that hero in him 🥰

(This may have been some of Eobard’s lingering hero worship...after all, as much as he hates Barry, he loves him too. He never names the Flash in the story, but Morgan recognizes so many elements of that hero in Barry when Sentry and the Flash first team up)

Favorite childhood toy: a rainbow slinky! She loved playing with it 💞 but she's not sure what happened to it

Embarrassing story: The pre-accelerator STAR Labs crew found out she could sing because they walked in on Morgan dancing around the Cortex with her headphones on, singing loudly but not realizing it 😂 Caitlin and Cisco insist to this day that it was adorable, but Morgan is so embarrassed by it

Favorite family member: Tina!

A story about that family member: She has a younger sister, Eleanor, though she hasn't spoken to her since a few years after moving to America. Not out of anything malicious, but they sort of...lost touch. Tina also often wonders if their parents had a hand in splitting them up...but she knows she also could've done more to stay in touch instead of letting them grow more and more distant from each other

What they prefer

coffee or tea?

showering in the day or night?

taking baths or taking showers?

tv or movies?

writing or reading?

platonic or romantic love?

iced tea or lemonade?

ice cream or smoothies?

cupcakes or cake?

beach or mountains?

Favorites

Song: Style by Taylor Swift

Band: Imagine Dragons

Outfit: Jeans and her black STAR Labs sweater! She has a gray one too, but she prefers the black one:

Though she doesn’t really wear it off-the-shoulder like Jesse does 😂

(There’s another favorite outfit she’ll have later, which will eclipse the STAR Labs sweaters as her favorite…but that’s a spoiler for a later arc!)

Place: Tina’s house and STAR Labs

Memory: Tina celebrating with Morgan the day Morgan found out she could skip two grades 🥹 Eowells treated it as a big thing too (as he should), and Morgan was pleased that she could impress her dad, but…Tina was always supportive in a way that felt more like sharing a victory than earning a trophy (if that makes sense 😅)

Person(s): Tina and Barry 🥰

Movie: Empire Strikes Back!

Show: Wizards of Waverly Place

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Taglist (send an ask or DM to be added or removed):

@ocappreciationtag @arrthurpendragon @vexic929 @raith-way @ironverseocs @thechaoticfanartist @goldheartedchaoticdisaster @negative-speedforce

#oc: morgan wells #oc ask game #morgan wells au #fyeaharrowverseocs

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marybeatriceofmodena · 1 year

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❤️ Meg

Jennifer Ellison: I have to include her because she's the reason I love Meg in the first place, and she's definitely among the things the movie got right. I will never not be frustrated that her mother caught her in the corridor leading to the Phantom's lair.

Hayley Driscoll: Cute as a button, beautiful, childlike singing voice, a cheery little doll with big expressive eyes and graceful movements. You wouldn't expect much from her but she's very much Christine's little guardian angel, standing up to the managers when suggesting Christine and as they dismiss her. She's a Meg I would have liked to see with Kelly Mathieson if I had a time machine, because when told to stay quiet you could tell she had a lot going on in her head. She understood the premise of Meg being a little detective throughout the show to a T.

Heidi Ann O'Brien: A great counterpart to Rachel Barrell's more discreet Christine, with a lovely warm singing voice. You have the implication that she may have encouraged the iron spine and will of steel Rachel's Christine shows later in the show. Heidi's Meg was sassy, mischievous, very protective of Christine, and she'd even openly mock people who were gratuitously mean towards her.

Emma Harris: A wonderfully detailed performance that complimented Gina Beck's very well. She's very much Madame Giry's daughter in the best way possible, the big sister to her Christine, with a will of steel, a take no nonsense attitude, and a good dose of common sense where she can tell right away in Angel of Music that there is something amiss and that it's nothing good. Probably the best voice for Meg the West End production has had, so I'm not surprised she's understudying Madame Giry nowadays.

Brianne Kelly Morgan: The perfect balance between the sassier and the softer interpretations of Meg (according to no other than Hal Prince and Gillian Lynne), she really told a story through every single one of her gestures and guided the audience throughout. Even then, she would still adjust her portrayal depending on who she was playing alongside as Meg - she was the little sister to Elizabeth Loyacano's more mature Christine, and the protective big sister to Kristi Holden's. And she has a voice on Christine's level, which makes it really a shame she never played the role of either Meg or even Christine on Broadway.

Layla Harrison: Gorgeous, great dancer, lovely voice, a lovely, thought out, detailed performance, and it's honestly a crime there aren't more videos of her as Meg, and an even bigger one she never made it to principal Meg.

Deanna Doyle: Cute as a kitten, lovely facial expressions, curious, just a little ball of charm who liked everyone and wanted to be friends with everyone. I may also be biased given she was one of the first Megs I've seen in a video that wasn't the 2004 movie or the 25th anniversary, so there's that.

Polly Baird: Her Meg isn't the most... expansive one, if that makes any sense - but she has a million dollar smile and she's a Meg where you feel there's a lot more going on underneath the surface as she slowly figures out what's going on with her friend. Basically the Sonya Rostova of Megs, and I mean this in the best way possible.

Eleanor Waite: ADORABLE. You would have wanted to pinch her cheeks. Her childlike portrayal worked very well with Kristi Holden's dreamy Christine, but she still had depths, intelligence and courage you would not have expected from her.

Georgia Ware: I say Olivia Safe is the Dora Brunlow of Christines, meanwhile Georgia is the Dora Brunlow of Megs. Another one of the kitten!Megs, with a sweetness paired with a nice dose of mischief. She felt like she was more of a little sister to both Kelly Mathieson and Amy Manford's Christines, but she would always encourage them to get out of their shells and was very supportive no matter what.

Imogen-Lily Ash: She had a very special but graceful way of moving that made her look like a cross between a ballerina and a kitten, and that made her really linger on my mind after seeing the Copenhagen revival video (and mind you, it has the best cast overall I've seen in a POTO video). Like Sybille Glosted, she was very responsive to her surroudings and happenings, never had a moment where she went blank, with maybe a hint of nervousness that makes her descending into the Phantom's Lair all the more poignant.

Sara Esty: Listen, she was ready to throw hands with the so-called Angel in Angel of Music already. The Phantom is lucky to have made it out before she arrived because there would have been a fight. A determined little knight in shining armor, and I really liked her with Meghan Picerno's Christine, because they were one of those Christine/Meg pairings where they really felt like real friends.

Fernanda Muniz: Listen, I saw a picture of her with those freckles, and I was REALLY hoping she wouldn't disappoint as Meg, given the cast for the Sao Paulo revival could be a little hit and miss. She was definitely a "hit". A VERY cheery little Meg, who would spontaneously laugh at certain moments and it felt genuine every time.

I haven't seen Kelly Loughran or Erica Wong yet, but I'm really eager to because I've only heard good things about them.

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#thewildestpyro #phantom of the opera #meg giry #Jennifer Ellison #Hayley Driscoll #Heidi Ann O'Brien #Emma Harris #Brianne Kelly Morgan #Layla Harrison #Deanna Doyle #Georgia Ware #Polly Baird #Eleanor Waite #Imogen-Lilly Ash #Sara Esty #Fernanda Muniz

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