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misshoneyimhome · 7 months ago

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we all know willy is cool, laidback, nothing could ever bother him? could we get him with a reader that is the polar opposite? like someone who is anxious all the time, nervous and is pessimistic? and then their whole relationship could just be willy teasing them and purposefully stressing out the reader? and then the news of him possibly having severe migraines where reader goes into full nurse mode and treats willy as a baby and now he has to be serious and try to calm them down

Oh, I really enjoyed this idea, babe! 🤗 Truth be told, this would be so me - at least the nervous and anxious part 🙈 Willy's definitely way too chill and relaxed for his own good, so, of course, we need her to take good care of our man 🤍✨

Please, I hope you enjoy this - probably overly fluffy fic 💕

Tropes & warnings; no warnings - it's just fluff; anxious!girlfriend, cheeky!willy, William Nylander x reader;

Word count; 2.2K

Taglist; @couldawouldashoulda50 @findapenny@justwanderingbutneverlost @cixrosie

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You complete me I William Nylander

“William Andrew Michael Junior Nylander Altelius! You really need to get ready - now!” you shouted through the condo, trying to prompt your boyfriend to hurry up and prepare for tonight’s match.

It was a typical situation. You had set the alarm so you both had plenty of time to get ready. You had even set several additional alarms to ensure William would be ready to leave before he was needed at the arena to gear up, while you had your own alarm for when you needed to leave to meet up with the other hockey girlfriends before the match.

“Willy! You’re going to get stuck in traffic if you don’t hurry up!”

“Take it easy, babe,” William chuckled as he joined you in the kitchen, almost dressed in his pregame suit, buttoning up his shirt and placing a kiss on your cheek. “I’ll just take the metro.”

“The metro?” you questioned, picking up his tie from the counter.

“Yes, you know, that form of transportation that sort of looks like a train and takes you from one station to another,” he explained mockingly with a laugh.

You rolled your eyes as you wrapped the silk fabric around his neck to tie the knot. “But… what if you get recognised? What if fans come up to you and want autographs?”

William chuckled again. “Then I’ll give them an autograph,” he said simply. “But they usually don’t - I mean, most of them just respect it when I have my headphones in.”

“But Willy…” you began but trailed off. You weren’t really sure what you were so worried about. William was a grown man and had taken public transport countless times, yet as always, you were mentally preparing for the worst. “What if the train breaks down or something? What if you’re late because someone won’t leave you alone?” You tightened the knot around his neck as you finished tying the tie.

But once again, William simply laughed as his hands grasped your arms. “Baby, nothing’s going to happen. I’ll be on time – in fact, there’s a better chance of that than if I get stuck in traffic trying to get to Downtown,” he explained with a smile. “You don’t always have to worry.”

You nodded lightly, well aware that he was right. “I’m sorry, I suppose I just always want to make sure everything’s alright with you,” you looked up at him with a hint of concern in your eyes.

“And I love you for that, more than you know,” he said, stroking his thumb over your lower lip before gently placing a kiss on it.

And as if his touch had a magical effect, you simply melted into it, slowly deepening the kiss a little. Your mouths moved in sync, your fingers toying with his tie as his hands moved to your hips and gently pressed your body against his.

It was a moment of pure joy as you and William stayed connected, savouring the love and passion between you. However, as you felt William’s tongue press against your lips, asking for permission to enter, you knew what he was trying to do. So, you swiftly pulled away, catching your breath.

“Willy - you really need to go now.”

Your tone was sharp, almost commanding. Yet William still grinned, holding his hands firmly on your hips.

“Hmm, then we’d better finish this when I get back home.”

His words were nothing but flirtatious and cheeky. And you couldn’t help but feel a tingle of anticipation in your lady parts for what the two of you might be doing later. But for now, he really needed to get going.

So, pushing him off with an eye roll and a smirk, you bid your farewells. And as William exited your home, gently adjusting himself in his trousers, he sent you air kisses and a flirty wink.

To an outsider, the two of you getting together and starting to date might not have seemed ideal - at least not at first.

You and William Nylander were simply polar opposites in many ways.

You were a planner - a woman who thrived on structure, always preparing for any situation that might arise. You were a realist - though some might say more of a pessimist - always worried, nervous, and anxious. You didn’t like surprises and definitely disliked not having control over a situation.

And this was something William was keen to challenge when he first met you.

Your smile had immediately captivated him, which was a rare sight given that you were at a birthday party for someone you didn’t really know. Yet your best friend had pushed you out of your comfort zone and introduced you to her new group of friends - the Toronto Maple Leafs hockey players.

You were definitely out of your depth, but William sought you out during the evening, and the two of you effortlessly fell into a deep conversation. It was the first time someone had made you feel so relaxed so easily. And all he did was talk.

And when he realised how nervous you were about uncertain situations, William naturally invited you out for ice skating on your first date. Not that you were completely incompetent on skates, but truth be told, you hadn’t really practised since you were ten years old and broke your wrist in a fall.

But William was determined to teach you, to push the boundaries of your comfort zone. And as it turned out, you had never been happier or laughed as much as when you were with him. Though you nearly fell several times, he just grabbed you and laughed along.

William was the best guy for you in so many ways. He always managed to lift your spirits, see the brighter side, and encourage you not to worry too much. And most annoyingly, he often succeeded.

Meanwhile, you had your own ways of completing him, even if you weren’t entirely aware of it. The point was that William felt you kept him grounded. Though he was naturally relaxed and composed, always knowing what to say, you made him feel secure. Your habit of preparing for everything before a match or an event, knowing the schedules, activities, and attendees, made William feel like he never had to worry. You ensured his bags were packed before a trip and that the fridge was stocked with snacks and food for when he returned.

In short, he didn’t have to be bothered about anything, and you were the reason for that. You were the reason he always seemed so composed and relaxed in public - the reason he could easily smile and laugh, knowing you always had his back. And not just with the practical stuff, but emotionally as well.

Sure, you were often the one to worry, but you were also known for being rather truthful. So, when you told him you were sure he’d do amazingly in a game, knowing how hard he’d worked, he always believed you.

But of course, your relationship wasn’t perfect. No relationship was. Your differences were often the cause of most of your discussions, yet you both quickly realised that your fights never cut deeply. Most of the time, it was simply you stressing about a given situation and William’s lack of worry.

And in those situations, William had a talent for pushing all your buttons. On purpose, of course.

When the two of you had arranged a dinner with some friends and players along with their partners, you naturally stressed out about organising everything, cooking the food, and setting the table. And William, with a giant grin plastered on his handsome face, found his best ways to play with fire.

Chuckling while you were running around like a headless chicken, he’d lean against the counter and casually say something like, “Oh, by the way, I forgot to tell you that Järnkrok might come over a little earlier.”

Your eyes would widen. “What?” you’d exclaim. “But I haven’t even cleaned yet… and you’re not dressed!”

Then William would just chuckle. “It’s just Järnkrok. He’s seen me naked hundreds of times – And I think he doesn’t care that I’m in sweats. Besides, he doesn’t care about how clean our place is.”

William knew it got on your nerves, yet he couldn’t help but laugh at how quickly you could dash from one room to another.

It was indeed quite comical, and once the evening was underway, you soon forgot all about the worry and stress. The dinner unfolded just as it should, with good company and good food. And William, of course, made a point of remarking how he had been right all along that there was no need to worry. So, you simply shook your head, rolled your eyes, and planted a gentle kiss on his lips.

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But then, one day, the dynamics seemed to shift.

William had been experiencing severe headaches lately, and despite his attempts to hide it, you could see the pain he was masking. It hurt you deeply to witness him this way.

Your boyfriend wasn’t his usual self; his usual cheekiness and cheerful spirit had faded away. His confidence and composed nature seemed almost lost, and you felt powerless to help him.

Naturally, you tried researching online, reading about the best remedies for migraines, but it didn’t seem to bring you any closer to a solution. You spoke to the team's healthcare staff, who advised that William needed rest and recovery due to the stress he had been under.

So, when he returned home from training, you took charge. You found your nurse - not in a sexy way - and ensured he had everything he needed at all times.

You checked on him whenever he was awake and asleep, made sure he ate something, and most importantly, stayed hydrated.

Despite your efforts to stay calm and composed, to be the strong one for both of you, William quickly sensed your inner turmoil. He was accustomed to seeing you stressed about various situations, but this was different. For once, he realised he needed to be the one to remain serious and reassure you that everything would be alright.

This time, William couldn't afford to play around and tease you as he watched you on the brink of panic whenever you heard he still wasn’t fully recovered.

Certainly, there were questions like, “What about his career?” – “How does his health affect his physique?” – “Will he be able to return to the ice, and will it affect the rest of the season?”

But those were William's concerns, not yours. Your worries revolved around how William was feeling – Was he upset with you? Were you being too intrusive, and did he want you to give him space? Was he improving? Had he eaten enough and slept well?

In essence, you were completely dedicated to his care, and William could see the concern in your eyes every time you looked at him; all you wanted was to take away his suffering. He knew that. And he kept reminding you just how much he appreciated having you by his side.

And as you lay together in bed, simply trying to relax, William couldn’t help but smile, as he placed your hand on his chest, feeling his steady heartbeat and the warmth radiating from his body.

“Thank you for being so good to me,” he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper, as your eyes met in a tender gaze.

You couldn’t help but smile back. “Of course, Willy. I love you, and… I just want you to feel better soon. So, you can get back to playing hockey, doing what you love.”

But William shook his head gently. “Being here with you is what I love.”

Your heart swelled, touched by his words in a way only William could manage. As you lay there, looking into his beautiful blue eyes, you felt your emotions welling up.

“Willy, I’ll always be here for you,” you said, trying to keep your voice steady, but your feelings were evident, only making William smile even more.

“I know – but I still want to tell you how much I love you for it. It’s not easy, and… I know how you always worry, so I just want to reassure you that I’m alright – because I have you.”

William had always been smooth with words, but this time, you felt his sincerity straight from the depths of his heart. His voice carried no hint of teasing or jesting; it was pure and genuine.

Taken aback by his words, you offered him a soft smile in return. “Of course, Willy. I know I tend to worry a bit too much, but… it’s because I care.”

“I know that – and it’s one of the many reasons I love you so much,” he sighed softly. “I might not always show it, but I do care – especially about you. The way you always strive to make everything wonderful and perfect, even when you think it isn’t, amazes me. You’re incredible, and I’m not entirely sure what I’ve done to deserve you… You just… complete me.”

You gasped slightly, his heartfelt words catching you off guard. Never had you heard William speak so openly and lovingly. His words were filled with genuine care, and you knew deep down that he was right. Despite your differences, you truly did complement each other perfectly.

#my asks #wn88 imagine #william nylander imagine #william nylander x reader #toronto maple leafs imagine #nhl fanfiction #nhl imagine

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loganwalkerz · 2 months ago

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Logan Walker trying to break the brainwashing desperately trying to refuse the programming that Rorke is forcing upon him inside the pit watching the positive memories of Hesh and Elias fading into darkness replaced with haunting nightmares

Nightmares that are oddly similar to the experiences that Rorke and Elias experienced when they were younger. Rorke was forcing Logan to believe he is a young Elias Walker, Rorke trying to make the perfect luitenient all over again.

This time Rorke saying to himself he won't fuck up as he puts Logan through endless amount of torture and brainwashing, to create the best soldier possible. Obedient with no sense of morals.

Logan who doesn't remember his own father because now in his mind, he IS him. He is Elias Walker, he's a hotheaded luitenient and he doesn't remember much. That he's recovering from a head injury after he apparently dropped with Rorke into the water, that the story isn't Rorke dropping alone but with Elias. That the federation saved them. That the Ghosts left them to die. That together they'll get the justice they deserved

But in reality, there is no justice. It's just revenge covered by lies. They aren't the heros of the story but the fools who are paying the price for their actions.

Logan Walker is stripped from his identity replaced with a new one where he can't even process himself properly, when he looks in the mirror he sees a face he doesn't recognise. And whenever he sees a German Shepherd he can't help but think he used too have one. Even if he doesn't now. He definitely did at one point right?

And when Logan sees Hesh for the first time, he doesn't understand the desperation in the man's eyes. He assumes its a beg for his life but Logan can see something is off with the pleas Hesh is letting out. He's using a different name than what Rorke gave him

Hesh is pleading Logan to snap out of whatever trance Rorke put him in, that he wants his baby brother back. And Logan is confused, because apparently he was a only child. So why does he suddenly have a brother? And a whole different name?

"You must be mistaken. My name is Elias."

He says bluntly, voice cold and void of emotion but his eyes held everything.

And the heart break on Hesh's face almost hurts as Hesh breaks down sobbing praying that this is some cruel prank being played on him

"No..no no this isn't be happening please Logan baby bear come back"

Hesh cried reaching to touch Logans face watching him flinch away. It stings Hesh's heart

And when Logan is removed from battle, Hesh finds it hard to touch Logan again the way he used too. He can't give a brotherly hug or a back pat because he can only see the look in Logan's eyes from before. The fear. The anguish. Confusion and rage.

And over time Logan can't help but try get back to being closer with Hesh even if he's struggling to believe everything. Even if he's slowly having memories. Buried ones deep inside. Childhood ones of him and Hesh spending their days together.

Logan who scoots slowly closer to Hesh during the night, a hand slowly grasping Hesh's sleeve staring at his brothers sleeping face as tears rolled down his cheeks after a tough dream. slowly burying his face into his brothers shoulder sniffling as Hesh's arms even in his sleep automatically wrap around Logan.

"I'm so tired..I'm so sorry"

Logan whispers to Hesh as Hesh begins to awaken from the feeling of tears droplets on his shoulder, gently holding Logan close confused

"Lo? What happened?"

He whispers shocked that Logan's holding onto him again, like when they were kids again. Free from responsibility. Free from the pain. Hesitantly playing with Logan's grown out messy hair trying to soothe him as Hesh is in a state of shock still trying to snap himself out of it.

The two cuddling closely as Logan is having fits of memories coming back to him, his body almost jolting with how intense they all were as he sobs not sure on what to believe. What was real anymore. What could he believe? And was he even safe here.

Hesh is still so hesitant on how he's allowed.to hug or touch Logan being able to see the pain he's in, knowing that Logan might have boundaries still with the whole affection.

"I'm here..I'm sorry..I'm here.."

Hesh whispers trying to help in anyway he can as Logan clutches onto him tightly silently begging for Hesh to never leave again. That they won't be separated. Even if Logan isn't sure who he is anymore, that maybe Hesh and him can still bond. And be close. And be free.

#call of duty #cod ghosts #call of duty ghosts #elias walker #hesh walker #logan walker #keegan russ #cod rorke #ajax johnson #cod ajax

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rollinouttahere-writes · 5 months ago

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Tbh Morgans is probably salivating in most of your AU’s.

Like, in Lucky Break he gets to write about all the relationship drama and how numerous big name pirates are thirsting and fighting over this one girl who happens to be part of the craziest pirate crew ever, and the flames are fed even more with Smoker’s gossip articles. Morgans probably starts shipping wars on purpose just because he can. In Little Lucky it’s just replaced with family drama instead of romantic.

Strays AU = goldmine for that man. He is making bank off of these girls. All the drama of Lucky Break plus Shanks’ daughter wants to take him down, possibly making an alliance with the Kid pirates, and the captain of the Kid pirates may be Shanks’ son! (Not really but drama sells so…) She’s also engaged to one of Big Mom’s sons, but in love with Rebecca of Dressrosa. Sir Crocodile’s daughter is feral and running wild with a bananawani on the same crew as Doll and Lucky, apparently has connections to CP9 and Doflamingo, and that prompts Morgans to look into Crocodile’s past, and I doubt Ivankov will be able to hold themself back from spilling tea, real or fake, so now everyone believes that Crocodile used to be a woman and is Luffy’s mother. And Lizard also has a love triangle story with Nougat and Koby, made extra dramatic because Lizard is a pirate and Koby is a marine.

Heart Angel AU too! The Donquixote brothers fighting over the nanny of their adopted children, and the dysfunctional family that they make years later when everyone’s grown up.

Sorry for the rant but I just love Big News Morgans and his crazy energy, and I think he would just love the zaniness and drama of Lucky, the Strays, and everyone else.

For someone that aggressively avoids drama and getting dragged into it irl, I sure do love coming up with the most unhinged drama when I'm writing lmao

Lucky definitely finds herself in the newspapers far more often than she'd like to. Whether it's front page stories about her most recently acquired suitor, a segment sent in by one of them begging for her to come back, or an interview that alleges it's from her even though she has no memory of doing said interview. She's so over it. She becomes one of those celebrities that dropkicks paparazzi on sight.

Strays AU is an absolute goldmine for reporters and paparazzi who are probably stalking the Straw Hats at any given moment to get the latest headline worthy story from them since it's pretty much a daily occurrence for them. All of the insane family drama happening on that ship is so juicy that the reporters are actively sabotaging the marines because they don't want to lose their cashcows over here. Some of them try to get interviews with Crocodile and Kid, but that comes to an abrupt end because both of them get mad and kill whoever approached them. Shanks is more willing to talk, but it's just him begging his baby to come home. No one's brave enough to approach CP9 or Big Mom for a statement. Someone asks Koby if he's afraid of Lizard leaving him for Nougat because they're hoping to stir up drama, but it doesn't work because he gives the sweetest and sappiest answer about how much he loves and trusts her. This is the easy money au for Morgans.

It does kind of drop off in the Heart Angel AU because they all go under the radar after escaping Doflamingo. There are a few speculative articles about where they are now and what they're doing, but the well dries up pretty quickly because absolutely no one is going to try interviewing a visibly bitter Doflamingo about this. It's not until Law begins his career as a pirate and makes a name for himself that it starts to pick up steam again. Reporters are vying to get a chance to speak with him, and Law thinks that it's because of his accomplishments as a pirate, but then all they do is ask him questions about his mom.

#lucky break #strays au #heart angel au

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ohmotherwhereartthou-if · 1 year ago

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Your writing is amazing!!! I’m so sorry to ask but I must, How would the RO’s or other characters react to the MC sacrificing themselves to protect them?

Hello,

Thank you for your kind words. 💙😊

Ooh, a rare ask with other characters besides the Ro's. I mean which is fair, since a lot of the other characters haven't really been thoroughly introduced yet.

Also, since it wasn't specified; I am assuming relationship stage with the RO's?

Cassandra: Would have survivors guilt and feel as if she should have been the one to die. She would not do anything stupid and live a more careful life because while she would like to be reunited with MC in death, she would never want their sacrifice to have been for nothing. Would close herself off from love for a very long time, would only maybe find love again in her old age with another person who also knows the pain of losing a lover when they were young.

Valeria: Would obviously be distraught, she would ask God a lot "why did MC have to die?". She would spend a lot of time in church and honestly, I could either see her becoming a sort of nun figure or meeting someone new at church years later and falling in love. She would name her first child after MC and never forget them.

Tomás: Ouch. Just ouch. He would never love again, he would grow old and bitter, towards everyone and everything. He would dwell on the memory of MC and wish he had died instead, I see him going through 'A Man Called Otto' type of journey. (Great movie btw, I highly recommend it.) He would want to end himself to be reunited by MC and while he is so mean to everyone around him, he constantly thinks back to all his time spent with MC. From the most mundane moments from the sweetest memories, he remembers everything and keeps all of MC's things. Would never remarry or even consider thinking about anyone romantically ever again.

Ludovica: Uh.... I feel so bad that I only see one outcome for my sweet baby. UNLESS you guys had a kid, Vica is following after MC very soon after they pass. She would only go on living if you guys had a kid because they would give her a reason to live, she couldn't leave them behind and knows they need her now more than ever. But she would almost never smile, all light is gone from her and while she loves her child with all her heart; very little happiness could ever reach her now.

Aurelio: Would mourn and become rather reclusive for a few years. He wouldn't be the playful flirtatious fool anymore, he has matured and grown rather melancholic. He would keep on, living on for MC's sake but he would be forever changed. No more parties, no more crazy stupid antics. He will become regular old gentleman and maybe marry again some day but he knows deep down in his heart that the love he had for MC will always be stronger than what he could possible ever feel for anybody else.

Elio: I said this in a previous ask but... MC's death would definitely start his villain arc. He finally feels so strongly towards someone and they go and die on him? Screw humanity, everything can burn for all he cares.

Bonus!

Mother: Guilt would eat her up inside, she was supposed to protect MC; they were supposed to be safe when they were with her. That's what she promised them all those years ago, how could she let then down this way? Her poor, sweet little one; she is so sorry. So, so very sorry.

(Traveler's is sort of written in her pov)

Traveler: Damn it. Damn it! This wasn't supposed to happen, I guess this is what happens when you take a chance and try to help out a inexperienced kid. You end up getting them killed. You should have known, known better. This is your fault. You are the reason they are dead, this poor kids blood is forever on your hands. I hope they haunt me for the rest on my life... they can join the party and at least never feel lonely.

#omwat #OMWAT #ask #ludovica #cassandra #elio #aurelio #valeria #tomas #mother #the traveler

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honeyjars-sims · 11 months ago

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2.10 Leave the Past Behind

Bonnie: Hey baby, how’d it go?

Trinity: Fine. Dad has this thing called a VCR. Have you ever seen one? We watched a bunch of old movies on it. Like from the olden days in the 90s! It was so vintage.

Bonnie: [laughs] Yeah, I’ve seen one. I’m glad you had a good time.

Trinity: Aren’t you going to talk to Dad?

Bonnie: I’d rather not.

Jimmy: Hey, Bonnie! I told ya I’d bring our girl back in one piece.

Bonnie: Yeah, imagine if you mistreated one of my kids. Actually, I don’t have to imagine that.

Jimmy: Bonnie, can’t we just leave the past behind us? I know what I did was plain evil, but I swear on my life, I’m not that person anymore.

Bonnie: I can’t just take your word on that, Jimmy. This is my child. I couldn’t forgive myself if I let something like that happen again.

Jimmy: She's our child, Bonnie, and I would give my life for her. You don’t have to believe I’m a good person, but at least believe that Trinity is safe with me.

Bonnie: I’m tryin’. God knows I want that to be true.

Jimmy: Look, no matter what, we’re both her parents and we’re gonna have to be civil for her sake. I’m not asking to be friends or nothin’. But you don’t hafta treat me like your enemy.

[Bonnie stays silent, contemplating Jimmy’s words]

Jimmy: How are the older kids doing?

Bonnie: Well, Destiny’s been pretty busy with her job and her baby. He’s getting bigger by the day. You should see how much that kid eats. He just started solids and he can’t get enough.

Jimmy: [laughs] He gets that from his grandma. For as slim as you are, you could always put food away like no one’s business. Man. It’s hard to believe you have a grandbaby. When did we get so old?

Bonnie: It snuck up quick, didn’t it? Destiny’s a mom, Chantal’s working for a successful company…before you know it, Trinity’s gonna be grown up and we’ll really feel old then.

Jimmy: And Johnny? Is he doing ok?

Bonnie: [sighs] He’s doing great, despite everything. We’re finally talkin’ again and it’s nice.

Jimmy: I’m glad to hear that. I really want to apologize to him. For everything. I owe him that.

Bonnie: [shakes her head] It’s not the time, Jimmy. It might not ever be. Some things can’t be forgiven.

Jimmy: I know, I don’t expect him to forgive me. I just want him to know I’m sorry.

Bonnie: If you’re trying to do right by him, maybe it’s best to just leave him alone. I think it would hurt more than it would help. Maybe one day, but definitely not now.

Jimmy: If you think so, I’ll leave him be. It was nice talking to you, Bonnie.

Bonnie: Yeah.

Trinity: Mom, can Dad stay for dinner?

Bonnie: He’s gotta get going. But I’ll make you whatever you want.

Trinity: Can we order a pizza?

Bonnie: Sure, why not?

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#bonnie is kind of establishing boundaries here #but also kind of letting her guard down #and trinity just wants her parents to get along #who knows what jimmy's motives are #ts4 #ts4 story #sims 4 #the sims 4 #simblr #sims story #sims storytelling #stksafeharbor #sh:chapter2 #sh:bonnie #sh:jimmy #sh:trinity #safeharborstory

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shujohajohaminnie · 1 year ago

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Hiiii I know you said you won't post much but I loveddddd your post of Hyunjin and was wondering if you could do something of the ot8 members reaction to you getting hurt

Hiiii I’m so glad you liked my post, I hope I don’t disappoint you with this one.

Pairing: ot8 x fem!reader

Genre: Fluff, established relationship

Content: SFW

Word Count:Bangchan(585), Minho(368), Changbin(372), Hyunjin(346), Jisung(430), Felix(741), Seungmin (477), Jeongin (458)- Total (3867)

Summary: Just the boy's reaction to you being hurt, whether it was self-inflicted, by them, or by anyone else.

Afab!reader, Slight profanity, Blood, Injuries, Pet names, Abuse (said as a joke on Changbin's part), A little suggestive on LeeKnow’s part

Chan

You looked at your boyfriend feeling bad for him, he spent his whole day extremely busy, whether it was in the dance room or the studio. Poor thing couldn’t even sleep at night, and here he was incredibly stressed out hunched over looking at his laptop with his headphones on, his leg bouncing, his lip between his teeth, his brows furrowed, his hands running through his hair, sighs escaping his mouth every five minutes.

“Channie c'mon… you need to get out of here you overworking yourself honey” No answer. “Chan” “...” “CHAN” He jumped at your sudden volume change, taking off his headphones and turning to you. “Did you call me” “Yes… c'mon babe you have to relax… you’re gonna get a hunchback” “I need to work on this” “You need to take a break babe… you can work on it tomorrow” “But-” “Please” you pouted as you walked closer to him getting on your knees in front of him and bringing your hands together begging him. He sighed, closing his laptop making the room turn completely dark. “And do what?” He felt for you in the dark, finally getting a hold of you and pulling you onto his lap. “You skate… teach me” “You… wanna learn how to skate, at night” “Yeah?” “I’m sorry baby but you’re the clumsiest person I know… it’s dark outside you’re not going to be able to see anything” “I’m not that clumsy” “You managed to trip on nothing coming in here” “Okay I told you I thought I saw something on the floor, I was just trying to avoid it” “ Oh of course” You could hear the smirk in his voice as he hugged you waist kissing your cheek softly. “I love you” “If you love me teach me to skate” “Fine” He sighed, getting up his hand still around your waist. “Let me lead you, don’t want you to fall” “Shut up” you groaned playfully smacking his hand.

It didn’t take long for him to be proven right, you were finally getting it only after an hour and a half of private lessons from the love of your life. You were finally able to stand on your own rolling down the hill when bam, you fell off the skateboard landing on your knees. “Shit” you heard him run towards you. You laughed trying to convince yourself that it didn’t hurt that bad, but oh how it did. “You’re bleeding” He whispered, bending down and looking at your wounds. “It can't be that bad-” You were wrong yet again both of your knees badly scraped blood trickling down your legs. “How do you even fall like that” He laughed, helping you up. “There was a rock” You said quickly, he leaned down getting his board inspecting the ground. “There’s no rock” “Then it was the board!” “Bad board bad!” He laughed at the fact that he was yelling at a piece of wood for your clumsiness. “Don’t laugh at me” “I’m not” he spoke quickly leading you back into the dorms.

“What happened to you?” Minho laughed at the scene, here you were a grown adult sitting on the bathroom counter as your big man baby cleaned your knees. “I was attacked by a rock” “She fell off my board” “Why would you do that right now it’s dark outside and you're really clumsy” “I’m not clumsy” You said jumping off the counter completely missing your step and falling on your ass. “Oh yeah you’re definitely not clumsy”

Minho

You adored your boyfriend's cats. You were always so happy when you got to spend any time with them. They seemed to enjoy your company too soonie, and doongie always followed you around enjoying every moment you had with them. Dori loved you too… but not always. She didn’t enjoy the sight of you cuddling up next to LeeKnow during a movie. Jealousy taking over her little body, but she would never hurt you.

Here you were watching a movie with LeeKnow. Both of you laid down on the couch wrapped around each other watching the movie and occasionally being distracted by the other's touch. What started off as a light touch on your shoulder escalated to the both of you kissing each other hungrily, his hand trailing up your exposed thigh. “Let's go to the room I don’t want the cats to see” You laughed at his cute attempt to keep his cat's innocence intact.

You got up in an attempt to go to LeeKnow's bedroom, but Dori had different plans. She ran towards you jumping onto your thigh and scratching down your leg drawing blood. “Ow” “Oh my God… Dori why did you do that” Lee Know walked to his cat picking her up and closing her in his bedroom. You sat back down looking at your leg. It was a pretty big scratch and it would most definitely scar. “I’m sorry” he apologized walking over to you with a wet rag and bandaid. “It’s okay…she sees I’m trying to steal you away from her and she got mad. Perfectly normal reaction.” “She’ll get used to it” “One day” You hissed as he cleaned you up careful not to cause you more pain “I’m really sorry” “It’s okay babe… that's how cats are, they scratch, it’s fine, I’ve been scratched before, it's not big deal” “I’m still sorry” “Don't be, you don’t think I thought this would happen when we started dating.. I knew it was, and yet I don’t care about a little scratch cause if it means I get a hot cat dad to clean me up after. Then they can scratch me all they want” “I love you” “I love you too”

Changbin

Your boyfriend/ gym partner has always told you to be careful not to do too much, but why would you listen. “Binnie spot me” “Y/n I love you, I do… and you know I support you with everything you do, but you won’t be able to lift that” “Pshhh some support” “I’m being honest honey… you can’t lift anything above 120” “So?” “So… you wanna lift 190 all of a sudden” “I want to lift like you do” “I get that I do, but you can’t just do a big jump like that you have to ease into it” “Ease into it my ass just spot me I got this”

“You’re gonna hurt yourself” he sang standing behind you with his arms out ready to catch the weights. And he was right of course he was because as soon as you’re able to lift it slightly above your head your left shoulder gives in popping out of place. “AHHHHHH” “OH MY GOD” he caught the weight quickly setting it down leading you to sit on the bench, you still screaming in pain. “Ok ok, I have to pop it back in” “DON’T FUCKING TOUCH ME DON’T FUCKING-” He ignored you grabbing your arm and popping it back into place.

“FUCK” you screamed at the pain punching his chest with your good one as instinct. He stumbled back holding his chest “I TOLD YOU, YOU WERE GOING TO HURT YOURSELF” He yelled over your screams of pain. “SHUT UP” You cried holding your arm, the pain slowly subsiding but not completely fading. It takes a couple of minutes for you to calm down. It only hurt when you moved your arm.“That was crazy… did you see that… I lifted it over my head” “Yeah not without you breaking your arm and punching me in my chest… Thats abuse” “I lifted it over my head” You ignored him still in shock “I think I can try the 170” “You literally almost lost an arm, your gonna have to let it heal, then and only then can you try again, with something in your weight limit” “UGHHHHH but thats so boring” “Oh I’m sorry was your arm not dangling off your body”

Hyunjin

You enjoyed these moments you got with Hyunjin, where it was just the two of you. You loved the boys but you loved spending alone time with your boyfriend even more. Here you two were in the dorm, alone the rest of the group stuck in the studio. “Can I just say I love how you learn dances so easily allowing us moments of silence like this” “What can I say Angel I’m just so amazingly talented” “Shut up” You laughed washing your hands preparing your station for the meal you were about to cook together. “Do you want me to start chopping the potatoes” “Yes… please, you know I’ll cut off my finger” “Alright… then you pick out the movie” “Nothing scary” “Yes scary” “No cause you’re gonna be too scared” “I’m gonna be too scared? You sure we’re not talking about you?” “Pshh I’m not scared” “Then let's watch something scary” “Fine” he sighed going through the horror category.

You were in the zone, slicing the potatoes and putting them in the bowl in swift moments, you were concentrated, nothing could break your focus. “Angel, do you want to watch this movie” You looked up at the TV seeing that movie you couldn’t shut up about, and just like that. The knife slices the palm of your left hand. “Shit” Hyunjin drops the control rushing to your side and in true Hyunjin fashion he starts to scream, panicking. “OH MY GOD THAT'S A LOT OF BLOOD” (It was in fact not) he quickly grabbed his phone dialing his favorite number.

“Hyunjin, what are you doing?” “Calling an ambulance, what do you think?” You quickly grab his phone and hang it up. “It’s not even that deep of a cut” You showed him the gash that was bleeding but not as bad as he made it seem. He stumbles back grabbing his chest. “You’re dying” “I’m fine” You laughed rinsing off your hand putting a bandaid on to stop the bleeding. “Are you sure” “Yes honey… I’ll live” “Maybe we should just get pizza”

Jisung

You adored these moments. You and the guys living in the moment. Currently playing with orbeez-filled guns not caring about the mess you were making. You were put into pairs. The boys paired up with their girlfriends, yet it seemed like every person for themselves when Hyunjin 'accidentally’ shot his girlfriend in the arm disqualifying the pair before the game could even begin. Here you both were hiding in the Hans room behind the door a hands over each other's mouth to stop yourself from laughing and giving up your hiding spot. "HA CHANGBINS OUT…THAT MEANS YOUR OUT TOO" "Bro how" "You come in as pairs you get out as pairs… rules are rules" "BROOOOO"

"Who's left?" Lee Know asked his girlfriend “Y/n and Han” Fuck, Lee Know was the last one left? He and his girlfriend were the definition of competitive. In Lee Know’s words “We won’t give up until you’re all dead” “Should we give up” Han whispered completely terrified. “Are you kidding me… we didn’t make it this far to give up now”. Technically you didn’t get this far by actually shooting either, being hidden from the get-go. “I don’t think I can” “Come on summon pre-debut Han for a second so we can win this shit… I’m not paying for dinner” “But-” “On three… one… two…” “No wait” “THREE” You yelled opening the room door running into the living room emptying your case on the remaining two. You stopped only when you felt a gel pellet hit you right on the forehead. Who would’ve known those tiny things hurt like hell. You didn’t. “Ahh” You cried out dropping the gun and putting your hand on your face.

“Y/N SHOT LEEKNOW FIRST, HAN AND Y/N WIN” “WE DID IT… did you get hit” Han laughed moving my hand seeing the small red mark on my forehead. He laughed harder grabbing your shoulders to stop himself from falling on the ground from laughter. You joined into his laughter your legs giving up on the both of you. The both of you feel now laughing even harder at the fact that you both fell. “You got hit” he spoke in between laughs holding his stomach. “We won” You laughed kicking your legs. “Yeah yeah we get it we lost” Lee Know groaned joining the others on the couch. They all looked at the two weirdos laughing their asses off at something so simple as getting hit and falling. “Yeah they’re perfect for each other” Chan laughed at the two, just shaking his head.

Felix

“Whatcha doing?” You asked sitting on the kitchen counter looking at your boyfriend throwing ingredients into a silver bowl mixing it at an ungodly speed. “Making brownies for everyone” he smiled up at you. Oh my god his smile. He was so precious. You grabbed a spoon getting a little bit of batter and trying it. “Mhmm babe you’re gonna have to give me your recipe” “Do you plan on running away with my super secret recipe” “Nooo” you laughed giving him a peck on the lips. He smiled the kiss was sweet, life was always sweet with you. He thought to himself getting lost in your eyes.

“Ewww can you guys not have sex on the island we cook on that thing” Hyunjin groaned grabbing a water bottle from the fridge taking a seat on the stools on the other side of the counter. “Guys we talked about this” Chan sighed walking into the kitchen ready to scold us. “Wait what!” “We were just kissing” Felix laughed placing the pan in the oven. “Can we circle back to that sex on the counter thing?” Han asked walking into the kitchen Minho trailing behind him. “You guys had sex on my kitchen counter?!” LeeKnow yelled looking at us in disgust. “No” “Yes” Chan rolled his eyes walking back into his room. “Don’t lie to me Yongbok” “Once” “TWICE” Chan interrupted yelling from his room upstairs. “TWICE?!” “I don’t think I can eat here ever again” Hyunjin gagged getting up and walking away taking Han with him. “This is getting replaced… THIS WHOLE KITCHEN IS GETTING REPLACED” Leeknow yelled glaring at us both.

Once he walked away we looked at each other bursting out laughing. “I’m sorry about them” “Don’t be… they’re funny” He got closer to you standing in between your legs. He took your hands playing with your fingers, your rings, tracing the design of your nails. “so pretty” You whispered looking down at him. “Talking about yourself?” “No… you” “I think you’re the pretty one babe” “You’re prettier” “You’re the prettiest… don’t try me I can do this all day” “Why can’t you accept it lix… you’re beauty” “I-” he was cut off by the oven beeping. “Saved by the bell” he laughed, turning around to turn off the oven. He put on his oven mitts you gifted him for Christmas with his name engraved in the prettiest shade of yellow. He placed the hot pan next to you, not entirely watching where exactly it would land. You yelled, feeling the burn on your thigh.

“OW” “I am so so so so so so so so so so so so so sorry my love” he spoke quickly moving the pan away and placing his hand over yours covering the burn. “It hurts” “Can I see it please?” You nodded, moving your hand to reveal the big red spot on your thigh. “It’s gonna scar” You whispered, putting your hand back on it. “I have an idea… I saw this thing on TikTok”

“You’re not putting mustard on me” “It helps with the pain I promise” “It’s gross” You whined even thinking about mustard made you gag, now having it on your body. UGH. “Please… I don’t want you to hurt” He looked at you, pleading. Not only to try something he saw on his favorite app but to also help you with the pain. You nodded closing your eyes, cringing at the feeling of the cold condiment against your skin. He licked his finger smiling at you. Chills ran through your body in disgust, you hated mustard. “That's disgusting” “Give me a kiss” “No” “Come on y/n give me a kiss” he smiled getting closer to you, you hopped off the counter running away from him, Felix quickly following after you. The two of you were running around the kitchen island for what felt like forever before he gave up out of breath. “Fine don’t kiss me… I’ll just go kiss Hyunjin” “I don’t care just get you’re mustard-filled mouth away from me” “Baby are you really not gonna give me a kiss” he whined looking at you with puppy dog eyes. “Go wash your nasty mouth” “Fine” he gave in walking towards his restroom brushing his teeth obediently. He was so happy when you finally gave him a kiss, but wait why did it taste like- “LIAR” “HA LOSER”

Seungmin

You were always busy with work whenever Seungmin invited you to watch him play his favorite sport. So the both of you were so happy when you were finally able to watch your boyfriend and his friends play on your day off.

You sat on the grass watching as Seungmin separated the girlfriends and boyfriends into their separate teams. “We don’t have enough” He groaned, walking towards you. You were on your phone checking emails for any updates on your current work conflict. “I thought you were going to watch me” “I will honey… when the game starts” “About that” “What happened are you guys not gonna play” “We are we are but we need more people” “So are you gonna wait for someone else to show up or-” “Can you do it” “Babe…” “I know I know we're already having to cut the team down from nine to eight but the girl's team is only seven” “But I don’t know how to play… I can’t even hold the bat right.” “You can’t be as bad as Chan Hyung’s girlfriend… she manages to trip on just air” “I’M NOT THAT CLUMSY” “Please… I’ll make it up to you… later” As much as he loved the sport you didn’t understand anything about it. Even when he attempted to explain it every single time. “What if you get hurt” “You’re not gonna get hurt” he smiles softly, grabbing my hand and leading me towards the others.

“Okay y/n all you have to do is hit this ball with your bat then run that way” “NO HELPING THE OTHER TEAM THATS CHEATING” “SHUT UP LEEKNOW” You nodded looking at the ball in his hands. Couldn’t be that hard. “Wait, how do I know when to hit the ball-” Now would’ve been the answer. The ball came fast towards you hitting you right in the shoulder sweeping you off your feet. Everyone crowded around you in an instant, some genuinely concerned, others trying not to laugh at the way you fell. (Han & LeeKnow) “Honey, are you okay?” Suengmin asked, kneeling down next to you inspecting your body.

“I’m fine” You muttered sitting up holding your shoulder. He moved your arm carefully moving the collar of your shirt to inspect your skin. “That’s gonna bruise” “I bruise easily” You waved him off trying to get up to continue the game. He held you down and continued to check if the rest of you was hurt. He rarely showed this side with you, much less around his friends. “Game’s over I’m gonna take her home, she needs to ice it” “Min, I can play I’m fine, let's continue your game” “No your hurt we can play when you feel better” He smiled helping you up. “I told you I was gonna get hurt” “Only you would get hurt by a ball”

It was date night, the night where every 8th of the month if possible all the couples would gather in the dorm and play a plethora of games with drinks being involved almost every time. The boys' drunk was something you wished everyone got to see there was only one word for it. Chaos. There were boys crying, someone always confessing their love, one knocked out cold, another eating the rest of the dinner left, someone laughing at everything, then there was one thinking everything they said was such a genius idea. And of course, that was no one else but your man. Currently happening in the kitchen I.N was letting Lee Know duck tape his phone to his forehead to record the ‘best night of their lives’. You were too busy dancing in the corner of the room with Chan’s girlfriend to the imaginary music in your heads. Genre’s obviously different cause there she was head banging almost smacking her head against the wall with every dip and you, oh you were swaying your hips to genie in a bottle.

“WE SHOULD DO THAT” I.N. yelled running into the living almost slipping on a puddle of water Felix dropped. “Who’s water’s on the floor?” Han laughed as if it was the funniest thing ever. “Shhh Shhh no I have an idea” “Is it the same idea that we should ring the neighbor's door and ask if their refrigerator is running” “No no…We should play just dance… loser has to ding dong ditch the neighbor and tell them they left their door open” “That doesn’t even make sense” “It's a good idea” “Well I think Chan Hyung is out” We turned seeing half of his body on the couch the other half hanging off, he was out cold. “I think he’s asleep” Seungmin smiled, getting a sharpie and walking towards him.

“Seungmin what are you doing” “I have an idea” “Is your idea to draw a penis on Chan’s face” “You read minds when you drink?!” “Come on, let's dance”. You were on your third dance out dancing a majority of the group despite not being able to see straight. In true I.N fashion, he had to finish strong, extending his hands to do jazz hands but not noticing how close you were next to him. His hand smacked your face hitting you in the nose. You fell back becoming dizzy. Han broke out laughing, tears streaming down his face. “Sorry sorry sorry sorry” I.N repeated running to get you paper for your nose that you didn’t even realize was bleeding. “You wanna hit me back… I think It’s a good idea, but not too hard I’m still the visuals of the group”

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#skz ot8 #skz fanfic #changbin #bang chan #seungmin #lee know #skz felix #han #jeongin #hyunjin

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fantasticharmonymiracle · 5 months ago

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Let me say that I have infinite respect for @thelastaerie for providing us with a ton of fantastic and masterfully written fics about Kay and Marc's love story, truly. However, the entire fandom needs to be true with themselves and realise that if Freier Fall was irl Kay would never, EVER even consider getting back with Marc.

Let me elaborate:

Marc was definitely in love with Kay especially towards the end of the film but that doesn't mean he loved him because he never made the effort, as we know, and never saw Kay as his first choice. He technically was Plan B in case Bettina, which she did, didn't take him back. As romantic as we want to paint it, it doesn't put a good foundation for yet another toxic fling almost fifteen years after.

Also, very problematic is the fact that Kay pursued Marc in a questionable way like in the woods. I didn't hear any consent being given for that hand job or whatever happened (haven't seen the film in a while) and also, Kay clearly saw that Marc was basically married and with a baby on the way. It's not ethical at all to go after a taken man, regardless of the fact that you think he's a closeted gay man and you feel the itching urge to play the saviour angel and drag him out of the closet. I feel like both of them would realise it was certainly a heated time of their life but also not the best to jump back into and bring back chaos into their existence.

Bettina, she's a boss BUT that shower scene I cannot stand to watch, it feels way too violent and if a sequel happens I'm not sure how they should deal with the whole co-parenting deal without addressing that bit.

On top of this all, they may be both men but the punches they threw at each other are not acceptable whatsoever irl. It's not sexy nor a sign of true love. It's plain violence and a cheap substitute for grown-up talk. I get it, in films one has to emphasize emotions to draw the audience in but if I was Kay and I had Marc beg me to get back together... Like fuck I would after that and after I was literally thrown under the bus to save his sorry ass.

In terms of character as well, Kay comes across as a weirdly crafted excuse to drag the plot cause a wannabe cop smoking weed and taking ecstasy is surely "attractive" on camera but doesn't make sense in the real world. Why would you pick police as your career choice? Conquering the enemy from the inside is surely not gonna last that long, innit? This being said, considering the wild nature of Kay I doubt he'd fit well with Marc, even after his potential development and acquired emotional intelligence. I see older Kay as an accomplished something in whichever field having the time of his life in Berlin, or just a deranged junkie somewhere in Germany. Certainly, if we go with option 1, not one that would lower his standards for Marc, still. He wouldn't slow down for him again after being treated like shit.

Irl Marc would probably see the experience as an awakening but it wouldn't do a 180 on him, he'd still be the Stuttgart cop who now admits to himself he likes blokes OR would have a massive identity crisis, drop out of police and have a very hard time for the next 10/15 years, still not good unless we want a Trainspotting kinda love story (meaning the hopeless, scum of the earth vibes).

To end this rambling, not a good match but good entertainment. Certainly magical to read fiction about them because they allow so much freedom for the imagination.

Ps. @thelastaerie PLEASE do a fiction inspired by their other films together (wink wink that military one I can't watch because ffs I don't speak German -yet)

Apologies if this post is utter shite, I'm in the back of a moving car about to chunder and can't put my thoughts into coherent sentences. The main idea is somewhere round here.

#freier fall #free fall #marc borgmann #german film #max riemelt #hanno koffler #kay engel

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hibewriter · 7 months ago

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Baby, I'm Jealous

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The Rings of Power / Lord of the Rings | Haladriel / Saurondriel | 3.4K | E

Tags: faux-cest | Step-Siblings | Infidelity | P in V Sex

Honestly, she should’ve seen it coming. The days of zero communication, the parties she wasn’t invited to, the fucking random ‘ I love you, sorry I’ve been busy today ’ texts. She should’ve known what was going to happen. She should’ve known that it’d all come crumbling down with a ‘ Hey girl, sorry to tell you this…’ . Fucking bastard.

She inhaled through her nose, trying to remember what it was to breathe as she stared at the texts. One after the other.

Maybe we should go out sometime?

? Oh you have a bf? It’s fine I have a gf we just won't tell.

It’ll be fun :)

The bastard had the audacity to say it’d be fun. As if Celeborn was a catch for the ages.

She huffed, flopping back to her bedspread, the usual comfort of the fluffed pink duvet lost on her as she swiped to the next picture.

A shower, without me? ;)

Who the hell did he think he was? She glared, eyes glassy and red as she swiped. Nearly fifty messages, varying degrees of desperation and horniness to the same account. She wanted to punch something, to stab maybe. Fury radiated through her bones as she thought about it. The audacity. Was she not enough? She could’ve dated any man in Lindon, but she chose him. And he decided this wouldn’t get back to her.

Incoming call: Disa ❤️

She sniffled, wiping at the tears that refused to come as she sat up.

“He – hello?”

“Galadriel!” The honey–deep voice of her friend came through the phone. Almost a creepy calm came over her as she listened. “What’s the SOS, who do I need to kill?”

“He – sniff– fucking cheated on me.”

“What? Who?”

She sighed, pulling the phone away from her face and finding the photos again. Taps of her fingers and the swoosh of a text message sent, before inhaling a shaky breath and pressing speaker on the call.

“Check your messages.”

Seconds passed, and she could practically hear the restrained anger from her friend on the other line. The deep breaths with each passing word. She didn’t need to see her friend to imagine the fury in her golden eyes, a rage not readily concealed. Not that Disa was known for concealing her feelings. She waits through another pregnant pause, wondering what words will be said to make her feel something else besides this vile mix of rage and self-pity that she’s been dragged into.

“So,” a surprisingly calm voice came through the receiver. More even than Galadriel could have ever attempted. “Do you want comfort from me, or do you want revenge?”

Now was her own turn to pause. What did she want? To get rid of this pain in her chest? To break bones? To let fury overcome her as she made Celeborn feel exactly how he made her feel? She took a deep sigh, closing her eyes as she contemplated.

"I – I want revenge."

__________

She hesitated outside the door, staring at it with some mix of trepidation and disgust. Disgusted at the boy man on the other side or at what she was about to ask, she couldn’t be sure. But it definitely replaced the self-pity and anger from before. Now the horrible concoction faded its way into nerves, threatening to upend the contents of her stomach all over the carpeted floor.

Deep breaths, Galadriel . She inhaled, not bothering to knock as she steeled her resolve and opened his door.

“Halbrand,” she called out, voice more confident than she felt. She didn’t want to meet his gaze, but it was inevitable as he turned in his desk chair to face her.

“Gal-gal,” she instantly regretted even thinking of asking him, glaring at him. Not that he seemed fazed by her withering stare. She’d caused grown men to cry in her classes when fixing the same glare toward them. But Halbrand seemed only amused by her ire, a self-righteous smirk firmly in place as he twirled a pencil in his grasp.

“Don’t call me that,” she snarled, crossing her arms.

“Fine. What is it you need, my queen ?” He seemed on the verge of laughter at her continued glower. This was not the mood she needed.

“For fucks’ sake I was going to ask you something but you can’t even go five seconds without being insufferable.”

“No, I can’t. Not for you.” She wanted to hit the smirk off of his face. “What can I help you with, oh shining beacon of light?”

Glares were useless, but she swore that if looks could kill… Or maybe if she had a dagger. Her step-brother would be bleeding out on the floor in a flash.

“I can see this was a mistake.” She turned on her heel, prepared to go down the hall, call Disa back, and tell her they needed another plan. But quicker than a flash, a hand was wrapped around her wrist, pulling her back into a solid chest. A soft woosh of air escaped her mouth as she collided with him, her arm pinned uncomfortably behind her.

“No, no.” His mouth was hot against her ear, and she squirmed. A futile attempt at getting away from him. “You don’t get to barge in my room, stop my very important work, and expect me to let you go without even telling me why.”

She huffed, slamming her lips closed as he spoke. She could glare at the wall outside his room for hours if she had to. His other hand came to grasp her chin, tilting it up so she was forced to make eye contact with him over her shoulder. It wasn’t particularly comfortable, and she still wanted to slap him.

“Just tell me and I’ll let you go.”

His eyebrows raised expectantly, taunting her with his steady gaze. It made her want to squirm.

“Celeborn cheated on me.”

A small widening of his eyes. If it were a different situation she would’ve smirked, satisfied with shocking him. But instead, she waited, face blank as she met his gaze.

“...and what does that have to do with me?”

“I – needed your help.”

“I’m not going to jail over Celeborn.”

She rolled her eyes. He had loosened his grip on her, slightly. Enough that she could lean slightly away and her arm would no longer hurt.

“I’m not asking you to. I just…wanted to make him jealous.” She ripped her head away from his hands, breaking the intensity of his gaze as she felt the burning of her cheeks. She nearly toppled over when he let her go, stumbling before catching herself in his doorway.

"How?"

"How what?" She huffed, annoyed. She blew air at her face, trying to move the blonde strands that fell forward.

"How did you want to make him jealous?"

Oh. That. She shook her head, refusing to turn back and face him.

"Doesn't matter. I'll just break up with him."

"And you think that's proper revenge? You think that will hurt him?"

She turned – Halbrand's neutral expression was somehow a taunt. It felt like a trap, no matter what she did. Storming away seemed like another way to satisfy his smug pretentiousness. Staying somehow felt worse. She frowned as he stepped closer, slowly crowding her against the doorframe.

"So what went through that pretty little head, hm?" An arm of his reached out, swiping her phone from her pocket so quickly she felt whiplash. "What plan did you and…let me guess, Disa? What did you come up with?"

She was frozen, by anger, fear, or shock she couldn't tell. She just knew she could only watch horrified as Halbrand put in her code, which he apparently knew, unlocking her phone and navigating the perfectly sorted apps with ease. It was like watching a bomb count down as he scrolled, not taking but a millisecond to find her conversation with Disa.

If she were a betting woman, she'd say his eyes grew darker as he read the ill-conceived plan. His gaze traveled slowly from the phone to her, as if seeing her for the first time. She didn’t like the expression in his eyes. Was it curiosity? A desire long buried since their parents wed, forcing them to be close but never close enough? Whatever it was, it paused time. Seconds dragged to hours, a minute felt like a year, and all he did was stare. At her, at the picture in her phone, the idea that she had concocted with Disa.

All of it out in the open as she stared back. She wanted to scream, to shake him, and force him to open his mouth. But if he was silent she didn’t have to accept the inevitable embarrassment. The stinging rejection of someone she didn’t even want .

“You were going to ask me to do this?”

She bit her tongue. How could he sound so calm? A mild curiosity at best. Did he just not care? About anything? Or was he just better at pretending than she was?

“Well,” she averted her eyes, swallowing thickly. She hated the small whine her voice took on, embarrassment seeping into every word. “Like I said it was obviously a bad –”

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Yes, okay.” He said it like it was a fact. As if this was just something siblings agreed to do. “If I were dating someone it’d certainly piss me off to see my girlfriend like this with another man. Give me like…ten minutes.”

Unceremoniously he gently nudged her out the door, putting her phone into her dumbstruck hands. Before closing the door behind her, leaving her much as she arrived. Staring at the piece of wood wondering about the man on the other side.

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“Ready?”

She bolted up from her position, staring at him. He’d taken his shirt off, and left in just black gym shorts. Her eyes fell from his face to his waist, the thick black band of his boxers just barely visible over the stretchy material of his shorts. She swallowed thickly, meeting his eyes and nodding again. She didn’t want to think about the knowing smirk on his face as she stood.

The bathroom, so large all her life, was suddenly the size of a broom closet in her mind. Halbrand’s heat at her back pressed into her skin, even through the thin fabric of her tank top. She jumped at his hands touching her waist, where her shirt met the edge of her shorts.

“For the picture to work, princess, this is gonna have to come off.” He was so close to her, breath tickling the hair next to her ear as she bit her lip. Deep breaths, Galadriel. She swallowed thickly, nodding her acquiescence as the pads of his fingers hooked underneath the fabric. She wondered if he was taking his time to torture her. Inch by inch he raised the thin fabric, bunching it and tugging it until she raised her arms, and suddenly she barred to him. Automatically, she wrapped her arms around her chest. She was in the mirror in front of them, the smirk as his hands, wrapped so fully around her wrists, came to pull hers away.

“I’m going to have to see them, Galadriel.”

Her face heated, nodding as she reached forward and grabbed her phone, opening up the camera. She purposefully didn’t look at his face. She didn’t want to know what he thought of her chest, or how her nipples pebbled at the cool air before his palms came to engulf her breast in heat. The phone in front of her face did little to hide the blush that began to creep up her neck. Her fingers fumbled sweetly as she tried to concentrate on opening the app and not the fact that her stepbrother was holding her breast in his hands.

A sudden jolt ran through her as he shifted, no longer engulfing her breast as he used his thumb and index finger to pinch at her nipples. She squeaked, nearly dropping her phone and jumping away from him.

“Halbrand!” She attempted to squirm, but he held her still against him, not bothering to stop his ministrations.

“What?” As if he wasn’t touching her. More than she agreed to anyway. “You looked nervous. You need to look turned on.”

“You didn’t even ask,” she huffed, before biting back a moan as he continued his practiced movements.

“Do you not like it?” His voice felt deeper as he leaned forward, abandoning her left breast to snake down her front towards her shorts. “Do you need me to help you?”

She wanted to shake her head, say no. But instead, she was being pressed into the counter as she felt a warmth on the hollow of her ear.

“Don’t worry, I got you.”

She couldn’t bite back the moan that tore itself from her throat as he slipped his hand down the front of her shorts. Quickly finding her slit, causing her hips to press back into his as his fingers began to search, feeling her wetness with expert strokes of his fingers. He found what he was looking for, that little bundle of nerves that made her nearly drop the phone again. He pressed against it, circling it as she felt her body come alight.

She could only grip the counter with her free hand as he played her like a fiddle, letting out a loud gasp as he began to slide further down, inserting his finger into her. He let out a hiss, something she almost relished before he pressed his hips into hers. She felt it, hardness at her backside as he fingered her. His movements gently coaxed those embarrassing sounds out of her – her eyes slamming shut as she felt the tight coil beginning to wind in her belly.

She could’ve killed him once he removed his fingers, so close to the precipice. She cried out as he hauled her back up, hands returning to cup her breast.

“Come on, take the picture,” his voice was ragged, deep, and out of breath as he held her. She bit her lip, bringing her phone back to its old position as he straightened. She leaned her head against his shoulder, closing her eyes at the fake shutter sound from the picture snapping.

“Let me see.”

She didn’t even fight, raising the phone slightly for him to see.

“You can still see our shorts.”

“I mean it has to get –”

She dropped her phone this time, Halbrand’s hands moving with quickness as he immediately tugged down her shorts, getting them past her waist before he let them fall to the floor. She blushed, trying to move to grab them off the ground again while he moved. But she was being pressed forward, a gentle hand at her back pushing her into the counter.

She could see in the reflection of the mirror, his hand at her back while he tugged his shorts and boxers down one-handed. Her mouth dropped open when she saw his cock come out before he guided it to rest in between her ass cheeks. He grabbed her phone, dropped just next to her, before pulling up the camera.

“This is a better picture, don’t you think?” She should’ve shaken her head, should’ve said no as she felt him thrust between her cheeks, coating the underside of his cock with her own desire. She should’ve done a lot of things, shoved him away, and ran out of the bathroom. Asked her mom if she could go live with her father far away from Halbrand and his devil hands.

But instead, she bit her lip, nodding slightly as the sound of the shutter filled the space. Once, twice, his cock nestled perfectly in her ass as he clicked photo after photo.

“Hmmm,” he hummed, as if deep in thought and not rubbing himself on his sister. Step-sister.

“Wh-what?”

“I think we can make this a bit better.” She shook, scrambling to stand but his hand kept her pressed forward. “Don’t worry it won't hurt.”

“Halbrand, wh-what are you trying to do?”

“Don’t worry, it’ll just be the tip.”

She shook her head, hands scrambling at the counter as she felt the panic rise in her chest.

“Wait, no - I haven’t…”

She bit her lip as he placed the phone on one of her cheeks, using his now free hand to guide his head to her opening.

“Not even with Celeborn?” he asked, eyebrow quirked in curiosity. She shook her head, no. Her eyes pleaded with his in the mirror.

“I wanted to be in love.” She thought his face softened, a bit of sympathy from him for sure. But then she felt the stretch, a slight pinch as he pushed. He kept his eyes on hers as if waiting for her to scramble away. But his hips stopped, and she just felt herself, stretched wide on him as he held her still.

“You don’t love your big brother?”

“I – I,” she scrambled, his hips pushing again, and she was being filled. She thought she was fine, whole, and intact, but Halbrand made space for himself where there was none. Pushing, pushing, pushing until his hips connected with hers and all her thoughts fell to the wayside as she was just consumed with his cock filling her. The stretch, the pain, caused her to whimper as he held still.

“You do, don’t you?” he murmured, phone falling off of her as he grasped her hips with both hands, finally letting her prop herself up on the counter. She could’ve tried to push him off, make him leave as he nestled his head in her shoulder, kissing the bare skin. She bit her lip, determined not to say a word.

“You love your big brother, even when he does things like this ,” he groaned, pulling his hips back only to thrust back into her. Her mouth hung open, she should’ve closed her eyes, but she could look away from his own, staring at her as he began a slow rhythm. Each draw of his hips took away the pain of being filled for the first time, replaced with a sick sweetness. A rising pleasure caused her to cry out, eyes finally slamming shut as he just took each sound from her.

“Fuck, yes, Halbrand,” she cried, his lips moving to kiss her neck as his pace increased. The bathroom filled with the sound of flesh on flesh, her soft whimpers, and his groans as he crowded her against the sink. One of his hands left her hip, moving forward to come again at her clit as she whined, head dropping forward as she felt her orgasm approaching.

She didn’t want him to stop, all thoughts rushing from her brain out of her open mouth. Tears accumulated as he kept filling her, over and over until she was shaking. Her limbs tightened, her body clenching around his cock as she fell over the edge, his groans accompanying her as she slumped forward again. She barely caught herself on the sink before he began to lose his rhythm, his hips barely leaving hers as if he could bear to be away from her heat for more than a second.

Distantly, she could hear her own voice, drowned out by her step-brother’s grunts of pleasure. Not inside, not inside . She knew she needed to stop him, to ask him to pull out. But as her hand flew back, pushing at his hip, he simply grabbed her wrist, tugging so she arched into him. Her second orgasm crashed through her, a shock and unannounced as she seized up. Tears caught in her eyes and then she felt it.

The warm sensation of being filled. Halbrand’s hips slowed until he merely held himself to her, his cock pushing his spend back inside. She didn’t want to think, couldn’t, as the haze settled in around her. Their breaths came out in pants, sweat sticking to their bodies as they came down from that high. Several minutes passed, Halbrand leaning carefully against her. She could already feel the bruises forming where he gripped her, where the sink edge bit into her thighs, but she still couldn’t bring herself to care.

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New Voicemail: Celeborn

“Hey babe, sorry I’ve been off the grid. Remember Celebrimor’s party? The one me and Halbrand went to like…three weeks ago? Yeah, I lost my phone, sorta been flying solo without it. Call me back, we’ll get sushi and you can catch me up on all I missed. Alright, love you, bye.”

#haladriel #saurondriel

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too-much-tma-stuff · 2 years ago

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For the Tma fanfic requests:

Gerry is revived but is tiny (because there was only so much Flesh in the book) cue goth boy being taken care of (like something fragile something important) for the first time in his life 🥺

Or Gerry and literally anyone (everyone?) meeting as children

I absolutely adore anything with gerry hurt/comfort

Gerry's page was not burned, he had expected it to take some time, but with how long it was taking he was despairing that Jon would destroy him. That would show him for expecting a servant of the eye to destroy knowledge huh? At least he hadn't been summoned again, sitting in the liminal space here hurt in it's own way but it wasn't as bad as being dragged through his death again to be resurrected and asked a few questions before being painfully snuffed out again.

He had next to no awareness of time, so he just waited for... well whatever would happen next. It turned out what happened next was pain, a sort of pain he hadn't felt in years. The living pain of having a body just to have said body twisted and shaped like clay in the hand. A worker of flesh was handling him, he panicked, but he could not fight back, he was just a page!

Or he was until he was suddenly dropped and caught by a softer pair of arms, a pained noise came from above him. Wait he could hear? And then the person carrying him was running, limping away as a deep, wet voice shouted at them. Gerry couldn't make out the words, he was still stuck on the fact that he could hear or feel anything at all!

The voice faded and Gerry noticed a softer, more familiar one panting above him. "I've got you, I've got you," It was Jonathan Sims, the new archivist, he sounded like he was trying to convince himself more then anything. Gerry could hear his feet pounding against the hard earth, it sounded like stone.

Finally the running stopped, Jon slumped against a wall, gasping for air before sliding down the wall, curling around Gery who was finally noticing the obvious face that Jon was cradling him and either Jon had grown significantly or he had shrunk.

"Alright, Alright," Jon breathed, shifting his hold on Gerry. "Can you open your eyes for me?"

His eyes were closed? He had eyes? He focused and after a moment, he opened his eyes, blinking up at Jon who, yep, had definitely gotten bigger.

"Jon?" He asked, his voice was soft and small, okay maybe he shrunk.

"Oh thank god," Jon breathed smiling, his chest still heaving under Gerry's little weight. "I'm sorry I know I said I'd burn the page but I had to try and Jarred owed me a favour and well. I'm sorry too that there was only so much skin so-so, well you can see," He said putting Gerry down on his lap, who teetered and caught himself, realizing he was less then a foot tall. He also finally noticed there was something wrong with Jon's arm.

"What happened to your arm," He squawked, realizing the left was far to thin, nearly skeletal, Jon winced.

"Well, the flesh to remake you had to come from somewhere," Jon said with a thin smile and Gerry found himself speechless.

That must have hurt so much, letting the workers of flesh rip his flesh out through his skin, he had done that for Gerry! Not only that but like this, this size Gerry couldn't exactly fight the way he used to. Why would Jon do this? What use could Gerry possibly be like this!?

Jon was unaware of Gerry's confusion and distress as he dug in his bag for what looked like a baby blanket. Gerry only noticed he was naked when Jon gently draped it around him. The smaller man blinked and drew it closer around him, it was soft and warm and it was so nice to feel something other then pain.

"Let's get you home," Jon murmured, standing and once again cradling Gerry with his good arm, this time Gerry held on to Jon's shirt, feeling... odd. A half memory of childhood of his dad carrying him came to mind. "I have a new flat now, I hope you won't mind staying with me. I suppose I didn't ask if you if you wanted to be resurrected like this but I didn't want to use your page because you said it hurt. You're not in pain now are you?" He asked worriedly, Gerry shook his head mutely. "Oh thank god."

The trip back was quiet as Gerry contemplated his new existence, he really was tiny, could he even pass for a little person? Maybe he could win a new record for the worlds smallest man, he bit back a laugh at the thought. Jon had to put him down to unlock his apartment door since he only had one working arm now. He had given up an arm to have Gerard back, which made no goddamned sense! Standing on the floor Gerry nearly reached Jon's knee.

"Alright," Jon murmured to himself and scooped Gerard up again, carrying him inside and kicking the door shut after them before placing him gently on the table. "Are you hungry?" He asked and Gerry realized he was, and nodded.

"It feels like I haven't eaten in years," He joked lamely and Jon laughed, going to the fridge.

He tried to open the fridge with the wrong arm and winced. "This is going to take some getting used to," He muttered and switched to his other arm.

"Why?" Gerry asked suddenly.

"Why... is it going to take some getting used to?" Jon asked sounding confused as he took out ingredients to make a simple pasta with sauce.

"Why would you give up an arm for me?" Gerry asked and Jon paused, looking back at Gerry with an odd expression Gerry didn't understand.

"Because you're worth it. And you deserved far better then you got, Gerry," He said with such deep affection Gerry felt like all the breath had been knocked out of his brand new lungs.

"Oh," He gasped lamely, and Jon gave him a smile so bright and sweet Gerry had to look away.

#gerard keay #jonathan sims #the magnus archives #tma spoilers #fanfiction requests

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smittenbyvillains · 2 years ago

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Dearest Prize (1)

Warnings: mentions of mental and physical abuse

THIS WILL NOT BASED ON THE BOOKS OR MOVIES HARDCORE

"You're just a stupid girl. You will regret not doing tells you were born to do." Lucius has spoken with Venom. 'You will see." He had left you shaking. He huffed at how stupid you had acted. He headed back to his dorm room.

You took a deep breath as you had your bags ready to go be a teacher's assistant at Hogwarts. You were glad but also nervous. Lucius had made it clear that you would be listening to him still. He had a hand on your back and the other around Narcissas shoulders. You had been stuck working with Lucius.

Narcissa was nicer to you. She felt bad for you but Lucius was the man of the house. His words went first. You were happy you could meet your godson. You promised Narcissa that you were going to protect Draco. You were about to get on the train getting ready to leave.

Lucius leaned over to your ear. "Now behave and answer my letters." He whispered sternly. You nodded. He sighed as he stood up straight again. He was just glad you didn't say a snarky comment. Draco looked at you. The boy definitely knew what was happening was not right. You helped raise the boy.

You took Draco hand as he offered it. He wanted to give you a reassuring smile but he knew he couldn't. Not with his father watching.

"Goodbye, Father." He said as he took you on the train. You were definitely standing out. You were a grown adult on the train full of kids. He made sure you got on safely. Lately, your knees have been acting up after Lucius smacked them with his cane. You were walking behind Draco. You froze as you saw your best friend's son.

"Draco. I will be here. You can come to help me when we arrive." You smiled lightly. Draco looked at the booth and had a lightly disgusted face but you raised an arm and he stopped.

"I understand..." He muttered. He was hurt that you didn't want to sit with him. "Let me just your suitcase in here," he said almost softly. He walked into the booth and the three sitting there seemed to glare at him. But there was another person not even paying attention. "I'm not sitting here Pottah." He quiped and left letting you get in the booth.

"Draco be nice before I already have to tell your mother." You scolded. The three watched in bewilderment. Draco looked down slightly and nodded.

"Sorry, Yumi." He said. He walked to where he usually sat with his friends and purebloods. You just sighed. He was going to be a handful. A girl suddenly started talking to you.

"Why aren't you sitting with him?" She asked. You looked at them. That was a great question. You should be but you can't. Suddenly you had some knee pain and winced.

"Um. Good reason." You spoke suddenly nervous. You haven't seen Harry since he was a baby. You tried to get everyone to let him ask you but it was too unsafe. Dumbledore was right. The Malfoy man got you. "Harry. Harry Potter, you might not believe what I am about to say." You smiled. That got him looking surprised.

"Who are you?" Harry asked.

"I was your mother's best friend in and out of Hogwarts." You right out said. "And I am your godmother but I couldn't come around until now." You said.

"If you are my godmother then why have you come in with Draco Malfoy?" He asked.

"That is a long story that is hard to explain. I am here to be a teacher's assistant. Gets me away from Lucius." Another boy spoke up.

"What's your name?" He asked. He was Ron Weasley.

"Yumi Maintlands." You said. The man moved his coat from his face and looked at you with wide eyes. You sat there with wide eyes. It was silent in the booth.

"Yumi." He smiled. You smiled back cheekily. You went to go hug him but your knees buckled and you just fell right in his lap. He frowned. "Oh my... what happened?" He asked worried and helped and hugged you.

"Lucius but it's nothing." You muttered. His eyes darken. "Do not." You warned.

"He shouldn't have hurt you, sister." He said.

"Remus Lupin. It is fine. Now calm down before it's too late." You said. Remus had you sit beside him. Hermione was now confused about who his man was.

"You are still my sister to me and I never liked how he treated you." He snarled. You gave him a warning look. "So that's where you have been all these years." You nodded and laughed bitterly.

"And I'm still fighting against you know who very much so." You replied. "Which we need to discuss that later on," you muttered. Maybe having Remus here would be helpful. Harry watched curious.

"Are you actually siblings?" He asked. You shook your head.

"He acts like a protective brother. He is one out of two."

"Who is the other one?" Ron asked.

"An old Black friend." You smiled sadly. You figured Harry didn't know yet. Remus wrapped an arm around your shoulder.

"I am your father's and mother's friend, Harry," Remus spoke smiling at Harry. Harry was surprised from learning everything. You yawned a bit. You hadn't slept in a while. "Rest Yumi, I'll let you know when we are there." You nodded and closed your sleep falling asleep. You cuddled up against Remus's side.

"Your friends are dead." Voldemort snarled at you. "Accept that and join us before you are next." He had his wand pointed at you. You glared at him.

"That is not happening Tom." You said boldly while you were already deeply hurt and on your knees. He started to laugh.

"Give up." He said. "Curio!" He said. You started to scream from the pain. The Deatheaters started to laugh evilly.

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"Hurry up and get dressed," Lucius called out. You got dressed not because you wanted to. You came downstairs. He pulled you close. "Now be a good mistress and stay quiet." He took you to the death-eaters meeting.

"Thank you for coming," Voldemort said as you both entered. Lucius made you sit where Narcissa usually sat. Narcissa had been unable to attend. Voldemort grinned.

You were shaken awake by Remus who looked worried. The Golden Trio were half scared.

"What-" You said confused.

"You were screaming and shaking." Remus frowned. You nodded.

"Just a night terror. That's mild compared to the others." You said plainly. You looked out the window seeing that you all had arrived. "Well, we are here. Go ahead. Draco is helping me." You said. Remus sighed.

"We will talk about this later." He whispered. You nodded. It was going to be a long school year.

#harry potter #remus lupin #lord voldemord #lucius malfoy #ansgt #x reader stories #hp fanfic #oc

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itlivesproject · 2 years ago

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OKAY WOO CHAPTER 22 RUNDOWN LETS GO

(another VERY VERY long thought dump, apologies in advance for how much i talk in this one😭)

LOHA GAVE US THE DOCUMENTS⁉️

as someone on the blood path rather than shadow i am so STRESSED

LITTLE AMALIA

abel being part of the family🥹

she’s gotta stop throwing us into the void like this

this music is beautiful though

so uhhhh loha just asked ro to give herself back to the power…… please do not do this to me i will not emotionally recover

“you will shed this mortal shell and lose the identity you gained as rowan burke. you will be forever separated from your friends. you will lose the man you love.” yup ok i’m already crying

ro is not dying. i am too attached to the humanity that she has grown AND THINK ABOUT ABEL. HE CANNOT LOSE SOMEONE ELSE HE LOVES YOU CRUEL PEOPLE

this isn’t my purpose. i will find another way.

how the hell did abel’s family get their hands on an amulet that just so happens to be endowed with the power of spirits

THE SUDDEN MUSIC CHANGE JUMPSCARED ME😭

ghost rowan :( my baby :(

yet again, why am i so overwhelmed before the intro sequence even plays

i had to get my emotional support hot water bottle (we are READY)

ghost rowan has me cryin i feel sorry for her :(

THE WAY SHE SPEAKS ABOUT ABEL got me giggling through my tears

oh PISS OFF GERTRUDE

god damn you really like to make my life difficult, i know i want to keep rowan’s humanity but making the choice between reuniting with human rowan or just staying as she is took me SO LONG (i chose to merge with human rowan, but i’ll definitely play the other ending too after tomorrow!)

i am frightened

YOU’RE SHOWING ME ANNIE AT A TIME LIKE THIS?

this music is beautiful too !!!! you guys outdid yourself

“promise me you’ll try to be happy” i hope you can hear me sobbing

“you close your eyes and remember all the things you love […] you think about abel” BDJWJSJXHDH I AM SO NORMAL ABOUT HIM

HER EYES!! THEY’RE NORMAL !!!!

“Affection, fondness, late nights, early mornings. Anger, sorrow, petty squabbles, explosive fights. The pain of losing, the joy of living. Everything that makes Sadie, you remember and you feel.” this kinda shit gets me EVERY TIME i love gentle reminders of what makes us human (i’m just a very emotional person ok)

oh god does this mean we don’t have powers anymore? i am so scared of her dying PLEASE SHE CANNOT DIE

well then.

MATTHIAS GET OUT OF HERE YOU GERIATRIC WORM

the lore docs coming in useful with an extra scene💪

WE SAW HUMAN REDFIELD?? why is he kinda..

oh matthias you dirty little actor, oscar winning performance you dickhead

“Over your long life, you've learned that men are as predictable as the tides. Eager to believe they're special and different, even when they're nothing more than ordinary.” ilw said man hating rights! matthias dissing men as if he isn’t a man himself ????

YOUNG CORA??????? she is beautiful

GHOST REDFIELD ORIGIN REVEAL AND THE THEME MUSIC KICKS IN?? CHILLS.

OH MY GOD THIS IS SO COOL I AM GRINNING FROM EAR TO EAR

LUIS?????? LITERALLY THE LAST PERSON I EXPECTED TO TURN UP

NOT THE DADDY CONVERSATION????

luis i love you

everything he says is pure comedy gold

HE FLIPPED HIM OFF? this is amazing

HELL YEAH MATTHIAS GET ANCHORED YOU OLD AGE PENSIONER

this music is EPIC

“rowan?” “yeah?” “go get the bastard” HELL YEAH

i seriously cannot get over this music it is insane i’m literally just sitting here jamming to it i’m too hyped to focus

NOT LINCOLN HITTING RATTY MATTY WITH “you think mom would’ve wanted this?” EMOTIONALLY MANIPULATE THE BASTARD HELL YEAH

“It's a good thing she's not alive to see the kind of person you've become. It would've broken her heart.” holy shit man, linky you’re gonna make me cry and then who’s gonna win this fight?

“I will not kill Matthias McQuoid. I pass his judgment over to the Power, to the force he used and abused for centuries.” ok i am in tears i am just very emotional that this whole thing is ending

THE MATTHIAS CG - YOUR TALENT BLOWS ME AWAY EVERY TIME

update: upon catching up on the discord i am so glad i didn’t choose the shadow route because i am cryin a whole lot and i just know that if i played it in my own game with my own mc and her abel romance i would actually be SOBBING

OKAY!! i won’t keep you any longer, but wow the music this chapter was incredible, especially the final fight music SOMEONE INJECT THAT SONG INTO MY VEINS BECAUSE WOW i can’t express just how much i loved it, definitely perfect for that fight

-abel simp anon 💓💓💓💓

this is soooo late, i'm so sorry dear 😅 But EVERYONE should read this and enjoy dear abel simp anon's ch 22 reaction post 🙏

#ask #anon #mod win #abel simp anon #ilw spoilers

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anyathefandom · 2 years ago

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My thoughts on Monday's episode:

Shallow note: Trina's dress is so cute! Honestly taby's Trina fashion is always on point.😌

Okay I got a feeling that Laura is definitely about to be on Ava's ass next because she is pissed about everyone getting their lick in on nik.🙈

Adam huss really be bringing it to every scene he's in. Mans is menacing and now I'm punching the air because we didn't get to have him as Nikolas for long.😭

Tj describing Spencer: Zero impulse control, good guy, Vulnerable, A well of deep intense feelings,and lonely. Me: Exactly! And it's so sad that not that many people see beyond his bravado but at least the people who really know Spencer sees that.🥰 Also when are we getting the tj x Spencer bromance? Like I would to see them hanging out whenever William can't film.👀

No because you can tell tj actually was really fond of kid Spencer with the way he talks about him. I really need to see them hang out.🥺 Also I can already tell we can add tj to team Sprina.😌

Okay but can we talk about how josslyn supposedly has know Spencer longer and even she can't describe Spencer the way tj has. Like please writers give up on that friendship altogether.🥴

It's wild how Laura is breathing down Spencer's neck about blackmailing Nikolas instead of breathing down Nik's neck about what Spencer has against him. Like yeah we see her ask Spencer what it is he has on Nik but it just seems like she wants to know just so she can tell Spencer not to take it to the police. Like ma'am are we for real right now?🙃

Laura: Drop what? My feelings for you and your father? Spencer: No, not for me but for my father I do think that he is a waste of your time: me:

Why are the writers setting Laura up like this?🙈 They got her mentioning how Spencer used to worship his father is a kid as if that is relevant as of right now. Like ma'am Nik as done some unforgivable shit since he's come back and knocking Esme up was the last straw for Spencer.🤷

Laura really making me wish she would go vacation again because sis making herself look so crazy by taking up for her dumbass son. Laura that man is grown give it up.😩

Like Laura needs to look into a mirror and realize she's giving Victor right now and that's red flag number 1.🚩 You never want to be giving Victor. Sometimes you just got to say "Fuck uniting the family" and that's okay.❤️

Trina: I mean I can text Spencer but it's really easy to lie in a text. If I see him I'll know. Me: And that's on soulmatism.🤷

I mean I don't have strong feelings on tolly but I can say that tj comparing Sprina's "Friendship" to the tolly partnership should be Trina's wake up call that they are more than friends.🤭

Tj: How long have you known Spencer? Trina: About a year and a half but it feels a lot longer because of everything that's happened. That soft smile when she spoke about knowing for a year and half makes me just go "Even though they've been through so much you can tell she doesn't regret knowing him🥹"

Oh Trina got a set of wheels. Thank goodness she can easily collect her stuff from Curtis's raggedy castle and leave when shit hits the fan.😌

Also I would love to see more Trina and tj scenes. I loved this talk so much because you can tell Trina was relieved someone in her family wasn't bashing Spencer and she didn't have to fight for that boy's honor😂.

I mean I definitely still don't want Spencer to get custody of that kid but laura is acting like first time parents are professionals when their not because they are FIRST TIME PARENTS.🙈 Like you don't need to have babysat a baby just to be a parent.

Laura trying to keep Spencer in this cycle of toxicity with his father is just taking me out still. Leave Spencer alone at this point.😬

So Nik what exactly is sonny supposed to be doing why you try and take Avery away?🥴

Spencer basically to Laura: Sorry grandmother but my father has maxed out his "The Good Cassadine" card and I'm not dealing with the bs anymore.🤷 You deal with that shit show if you want but I'm out.

Ava to Nikolas the minute he decided he wanted to try the right bitch:

#trina robinson #spencer cassadine #laura collins #tj ashford #nikolas cassadine #ava jerome #general hospital

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content warning: pregnancy, online hate, mental illness, Chris gets upset there is a lot of yelling and reaction on his part, IT'S THEIR FIRST BIG FIGHT GUYS

a/n: proofread by me so it likely isn't proofread that well and sorry for being gone so long <3

After the Greatest Showman was over, he looked over to see Nicole still sound asleep.

He wanted to sleep as peacefully as her. He just wanted to shut his mind off and be happy but he couldn’t. There was this non stop nagging feeling that the general public was tearing her apart. It happened before to his previous girlfriends, he would be stupid to believe that they would refrain from acting awful towards his wife. Grabbing his phone off the nightstand he saw that it was a little past four in the morning. With a sigh, he sat up and kissed the side of Nicole’s head. He paused as she stirred slightly before getting out of bed with the dogs. He grabbed a change of clothes and slumped out to the living room. He started to make his way to the couch but Dodger quickly directed his attention outside. “Yeah, you gotta go outside buddy?” The two barked in response causing him to quickly shush them, “Okay, okay, I get it. Don’t wake up the house.” He turned on the porch lights and ushered them outside before sitting in one of the patio chairs and opening up his phone. Just as he suspected twitter was full of awful things. Tweets saying that Chris was only rushing into things because he was worried he was going to die alone, Nicole was his midlife crisis and he didn’t even love her, bets on when they would break up, if it was a PR stunt, old clips and photos questioning how a woman as ‘slutty’ as her could get with him, that the marriage wouldn’t last once the pandemic was over.

He couldn’t take it.

It was days like this when he hated his career.

He hated his fame.

He hated all of it.

He just wished that he could’ve grown up a normal man in Massachusetts.

Dodger must’ve noticed something was wrong because the dog quickly ran over and dropped one of his tennis balls at his feet. With a sad smile, he gave his dog a good scratch behind the ear before getting up and throwing the ball. After an hour of play the two dogs were definitely getting tired and ready to head back inside. As the three of them made their way into the kitchen, he noticed it was 5:28 am. With a sigh he pulled out his phone again and called his mom before beginning to make himself some coffee.

“Hello?” A tired voice answered.

“Hey ma, it’s me.”

“Is everything okay? Is Nicole and the baby-”

“Everything’s fine. Well it’s not, I just figured you would be awake. I need someone to talk to.”

“Well, normally I sleep in on Saturday but, yeah. Just give me a moment.”

“Oh shit.” He sighed hearing the muffled sounds of her moving on the other side of the phone, “I’m sorry, I didn’t even realize what day it was.”

“It’s no problem. When it comes to being a parent there aren’t really days off for that. You’ll figure that out soon enough.” She let out a small laugh as she sat in her living room, “Now what’s going on?”

“Me and Nicole…We announced our pregnancy to the world last night.”

“Oh?”

“And it went just about as well as you would expect.”

“Oh.” There was a noticeable shift in her tone. “Is she okay?”

“She isn’t reading it. She’s honestly sleeping the best she has in months. I’m the one that…I looked at what people were saying and now I can’t stop thinking about them.”

Lisa stuttered over her words before taking a deep breath to pause before asking, “Are you having second thoughts about your family?”

“No, no, no.” Chris quickly replied. “I’m not having second thoughts about her or the baby. I don’t think I should be an actor anymore. If this is how the world is going to treat my family, I don’t think I can put up with it anymore.”

“Well, you have been towing that line for a while now but if you think that is going to help you’re mistaken.”

“What do you mean?”

“Do you think Nicole wants to be seen as the reason you quit acting?”

Chris quickly interjected, “That won’t be-”

“That’s what the public will think though, isn’t it? That’s what you’ll read. It’s not going to go away.” The line went quiet causing Lisa to sigh before continuing, “I think you need to sit down and take some time to yourself today. We both know you think better when you’re alone. Why don’t you shut yourself in your office and give yourself time to calm down?”

“How do I know when it’s a good idea to come out of my office?”

Lisa sighed, “Well, I would say when you’ve made a decision about your career or you have calmed down enough to talk to Nicole in a way that won’t upset either of you. And with her being pregnant it’s going to be even harder. Just try not to think about random idiots online, okay? Do your meditations. Think about the things that bring you joy in life. This isn’t the end of the world no matter how much it feels like it.”

“Okay.” He said with a sigh, “Thank you for talking to me.”

“Of course, honey. That’s what I’m here for. Are you gonna be okay?”

“I think so… I just wish I wasn’t so mad.”

“You’re only mad because you care. Just try and make sense of it before you talk to her. If worse goes to worst you can always call me over and I can try to mediate.”

Chris let out a pained laugh, “Hopefully it won’t come to that but thank you.

Chris knocked on Scott’s door although he was sure he wouldn’t be up yet. After a few moments he entered the room and called out to his younger brother. It took a few times but Scott woke up a bit startled, “Me! Yup! What’s going on?!”

Chris walked over and placed a hand on his shoulder to calm him and put him back into bed, “Everything's fine. I just have a favor to ask.”

“Yeah, sure, a favor.” The man groggily repeated back to him before rubbing his face in an attempt to better wake up.

Chris sighed, “Can you hang out and wait for Nicole to wake up before going over to Carly’s?”

“Uh, yeah, sure. Anything wrong?”

“I’m considering retiring.”

“Again?”

“Okay, Scott, don’t be-”

“I’m sorry, I just, what happened?”

“The way people are attacking the two of us online, I don’t want to see that about my kids or have my kids exposed to that so young.”

Scott nodded, “I understand but also, it’s what you love. And if we’re being honest with each other, at the End Game premiere you said it felt like your acting career could finally take off in the direction you wanted.”

“That was before I met her.”

“And we also know that having her on your side at the red carpet was great because you finally felt like you had your other half to show and celebrate your art with.”

“Scott-”

“I’m sorry! I’m just trying to show you both sides of this. You can have your family and your career. Just try and think it all through before you make any crazy decisions, okay? You’re the one that fucking woke me up before the sun.”

Chris sighed and started walking towards the door, “Just wait for Nicole to wake up and tell her I’m doing ASP things in the basement, okay?”

“Yeah, sure.” Scott agreed with a mild frown before Chris shut the door to his guest room.

It wasn’t until nearly eleven that morning Nicole woke up with a yawn, puzzled to see she was the only one in bed. Wandering into the living room to see Scott watching a true crime show on Oxygen with the dogs on either side of him. “Have you seen Chris?”

“Uh, yeah, he’s in the basement doing business things. He said he didn’t want to wake you and he’d come upstairs once he was done.”

“Oh…Alright. I didn’t think he was working today.” She sat on the couch a few feet from him.

“Something came up, nothing crazy, just political things. Do you want some breakfast? Or you wanna go get some coffee?“

“No, I'll probably just make a smoothie bowl in a while. Why are you dressed up in actual clothes?”

“Oh, I was going to go over to Carly’s for the day and help the kids out with some school stuff before we have a sleep over because it’s the third Saturday.”

Nicole nodded, “Oh, I-yeah, once a month you do that. Sorry I just-“

“It’s okay, it’s been a hectic week for you guys.”

“Well, I’ve been fine… He’s another story.”

Scott nodded, “I know he is. What did you guys do after the announcement on stream?”

“Uhm, his phone went off so we had a moment in the kitchen but after that we ate cheesecake in bed while watching The Greatest Showman. I fell asleep during the Never Enough reprise. I woke up at three to go to the bathroom and cuddled back up to him but when I woke up he was gone.”

All his little brother could do was sigh, “Chris is just an extremely emotional guy, he’ll calm down eventually and then you two will be back to being sappy teens in love. I’m sure of it.”

“Thanks Scott.” She gave him a sad smile before throwing a blanket over her.

“Well, since you’re up I’m gonna head over there. Call if you guys need anything, okay?” He patted her knee as he got up and left through the garage.

Nicole didn’t know what to do. It had been four hours since Scott left, making it a little after three in the afternoon. Pulling out her phone, she decided to send Chris a text.

Nicole: Hey, I’m gonna start dinner. You want anything in particular?

Chris: No, I’m going to be in meetings for a while. Just eat without me.

Nicole: You sure? I could bring it down to you, I don’t mind

Chris: No, I’m in a meeting.

Nicole sighed and put her phone down. “Alright then.”

It was weird that he had meetings on a Saturday and it was even weirder they were lasting this long. She reluctantly made herself dinner. Something small and light. A chicken salad sandwich and some chips before sitting outside with the dogs. She posted a few videos on her instagram story of the dogs running around together.

It was a little after six and Chris still hadn’t come upstairs. With a sigh she went into her office and sat at her makeup filming desk. She pulled out some different products and drew a little frog on her stomach. She made her way back to the living room and sat on the couch with the dogs, “Should we watch another crime documentary until your dad comes back?” Kennedy barked in agreement causing her to smile before she opened up Hulu.

Harpingerofchaos: I was going to draw a shrimp for bubba gump shrimp and then I realized I couldn't draw a shrimp. uhm, bubba meet instagram. Instagram meet bubba.

The documentary was nearing its end when an exhausted Chris made his way into the kitchen.

Nicole turned and gave him a warm smile, “Hey, how was work?”

“Fine.”

“Uhm…Okay. I didn’t feel like cooking so I just had a sandwich. I hope that’s okay.”

“Yeah.”

Nicole rested her arm on the back of the couch, propping her arm up to rest her head on, “Is everything okay?”

He shrugged and shut the fridge before looking around in the cabinets.

“Is it something I did? I can delete the photo of my belly if that’s-”

“No!” He yelled out and slammed the cabinet door shut before taking a moment to calm down. With a tight grip on the counter he spoke at a quieter volume. “It’s nothing you did, Nicole. Just…Give me a minute.”

Nicole shrunk back into the couch fiddling with her sweater. She normally wouldn’t wear a sweater in the middle of September but their fall temperatures were Texas’ winter averages. And honestly, with how harsh his tone was, it was possible a cold snap was about to hit their sunshine marriage.

Chris let go of the counter before looking over at her on the couch, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to yell.”

“It’s okay.” She mumbled and gave him a sad smile.

“I just- have you seen some of the shit people are saying?”

“Yeah. People are making memes in my discord about it too. If anything it’s just made me miss my body like two years ago, that playboy shoot was incredible.”

“Nicole, this is serious.”

“I know it is but all the things they’re showing are things that already existed. They were the things I was worried about your mom seeing but we moved past that.”

He shook his head as he began walking over to the couch, “This isn’t about modesty or anything like that. This is about people being vile.”

Nicole nodded, slightly confused, “I know, Chris. We knew people were vile and would continue to be vile but we announced it anyway.”

“That doesn’t make it right.”

“I didn’t say it did.”

“I’m going to post something, people shouldn’t just-“

“Chris, it’s okay. I’m okay… It’s just the internet.”

“The internet kind of fucking sucks.”

Nicole let out a little laugh, “Yeah, it can be a brutal place. I knew it would happen. I just didn’t think that many people would be so disgusted with the fact of me carrying your baby. I just need a new plan of attack, going to ban a few words, and we should be back to normal.”

“Be back to normal?” He asked, clearly annoyed with her tone.

“Yes? It’s no big deal. Nothing to get upset over honestly.” She said with a shrug and another laugh.

“No! Goddammit Nicole! You don’t get to decide what I get to be upset over! This is entire situation is a fucking disaster and you’re laughing?! Not everything is a god damn joke but I guess you’re too fucking naïve to notice. You honestly see nothing wrong with how this hurts me and how it should hurt you? You really are a child aren’t you!?” He yelled at her, his body completely tense.

Nicole sat frozen in fear, yet not being able to stop her lip from trembling. Looking over the man she loved, this was someone she didn’t recognize at all. She wanted to apologize, she wanted to say anything at all but nothing came out. As he unclenched his jaw and fists with a loud exhale, Nicole finally snapped out of it and pushed herself off the couch.

Chris sighed and started to make his way across the room to her, “Wait, I didn’t mean it like-“

“C'mon, Kennedy. Let’s go to bed.”

He grabbed her arm, “Nicole, I-”

“It’s fine…” She pulled her arm away and walked down the hall. She thought about going into the bedroom but felt awful making Chris sleep on the couch in his own home. Taking the roundabout way through his office and down the hall, she went into her office and slowly shut the door behind her. She sat on the floor behind her desk and Kennedy rested his head on her lap. The darkness of the room lit up from Nicole awakening her phone. She turned the brightness down and opened up one of the puzzle games on her phone.

She knew this would happen.

There’s always something that she does that causes people to fall out of love with her. She wanted to believe that Chris was different and could take all her quirks in stride but she knew.

As the burning tears obstructed her vision, she locked her phone and moved to laying on her side. Disturbed by her movements, Kennedy went to the small couch in her office to grab the big squishmallow from it so she could rest her head.

“Thank you Kenny, for always taking care of me.” She kissed the top of his head before he nudged her away and began licking her face. With a light laugh she patted his side, “I get it buddy, I get it. Let’s go to bed, okay?” Nicole asked before laying back on her side and curling up with the squishmallow. After she got settled Kennedy curled up behind the bend of her knees, resting his head on her calf.

She wasn’t sure how much time had passed. It wasn’t exactly easy falling asleep on the floor, especially with how pregnant she was. Normally she would turn on a podcast but she didn’t want the noise to give away her position and she wasn’t about to go searching for headphones right now.

She wasn’t sure how much time had passed but sure enough the door creaked open.

Chris’s voice called out, “I know you’re in here.”

He was met with silence. A heavy sigh escaped him, “At least I hope you’re in here and not walking down the road in the middle of the night.”

He turned on the light, scared when he didn’t see her on the couch or in her chair before seeing part of the squishmallow sticking out from behind her desk. He slowly walked over and knelt down in front of her.

She grumbled in reaction to the light, throwing her arm over her eyes, “What? I gave you the bed.”

“I don’t want the bed. Especially not when my pregnant wife is upset with me and I can’t sleep knowing you’re hurt. I’m not going to bed, not without you in it. Or at least not until you talk to me…It’s in our vows, Nicole.”

The room was silent for a few moments before Nicole let out a sigh and uncovered her eyes and looked up at him, “I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Okay, so let’s just go to bed.”

She began to sit up and Chris reached out to help her before she flinched away, scooting back closer against her desk

They had never had this before.

This awkward uncertainty about their relationship and their emotions. This fear of saying the wrong thing or hurting the other.

Nicole’s face fell into a small frown, “I'm sorry.”

“No, I'm sorry.”

Tilting her head to the side, she saw his red and puffy eyes. He had been crying. “Please, just come to bed with me…I'll do everything I can to fix it tomorrow, just please.” He pleaded, his voice was now weak. Extremely softer than the tone he had taken with her earlier. Nicole sighed, “You scared me earlier…”

Chris sat in front of her on the ground realizing it might be best to talk here, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to raise my voice at you like that it won’t happen again I don’t-I don’t know what happened. I just-”

“It’s okay. I don’t want you to have to walk on eggshells around me but-”

“I can handle it when people talk that way about me. I don’t handle it well, but I handle it. I can’t handle it with you. You don’t deserve that and it hurts me. It hurts me because they’re doing it because of me. That isn’t right and it isn’t fair. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me and they don’t get to talk about you that way.” He sat in front of her completely defeated.

She lightly rubbed his arm, “You can’t take it so personal, I… They aren’t the ones hurting me. You yelling at me hurts me. They’re just names on a screen to me.”

“I don’t know how to think of it like that, how to compartmentalize it like you do.”

“Okay, just hold onto me and we’ll get there… okay?” Chris nodded as she got up and straddled his lap. He wrapped his arms around her waist, interlocking his hands together.

Nicole cupped his face in her hands and gave him a sad smile, “So, let’s help you see it like that. Did you leave any of the comments?”

“No.”

“Did I make any of those comments?”

“No.”

“Mmkay, how about your brother?”

“What? No, Scott loves you and he’s so excited to be an uncle again.”

Nicole’s smile became a little more genuine, “Alright, your mom or your sisters?”

“No, I don’t even think they-“

“Your marvel friends?”

“No, I-I see what you’re doing.”

Nicole nodded, “These people don’t know us. We can’t control what they think of us or what they post, but we can control how we react.”

“And what do you think we should do?”

“Ignore them… Keep living and posting as normal. Life on the internet is so much simpler when you don’t focus on them, okay?”

Chris pressed her forehead against hers, “I love you.”

“I know you do and I love you too. I’m not worried about what the people say, I’m worried that it’ll get to you.”

“And I’m worried that it’ll get to you and you’ll leave because it always gets to be too much for people.”

Nicole shook her head, “I grew up with internet hate my entire life, it’s not going to phase me. Just don’t read it, and if you do read it and it gets to you. Just find me, just come hold my hand or hug me, kiss me, anything really. I'm not going anywhere. And I know that whenever you hug me, I feel a hundred times better.”

“Really?”

“I feel so safe and so loved right here.” She kissed his forehead before resting his head on her shoulder, “I do think we should get up soon because even though I love you and this my left leg is falling asleep sitting like this .”

Chris laughed slightly, “Yeah, we should definitely move this to a comfier location.” He let go of his grasp on her and Nicole scooted off his lap. Chris pulled himself off the ground with a small grunt before reaching down to pull her up. Nicole squeezed his hand before starting to walk out of the room, “You wanna join me in the shower?”

“You sure? You aren’t worried about me getting into funny business in there?”

“No,” Nicole paused to look back at him with a smile before walking into their bedroom, “You don’t make grabby hands when you’re this sappy.”

“Is that a challenge?”

Nicole shook her head with a small laugh before heading into the bathroom, “I guess I misspoke, it’s not a challenge and you do get grabby but in a kid needing a stuffed animal sort of way not a leave handprints, scream into the pillow kind of way.” Reaching in the shower she turned the water to warm leaning to hot before letting go of his hand. Nicole held her hand under the water for a few seconds before turning the water temperature down a bit before turning around. After taking off her shirt and tossing it on the floor, Chris pulled her close to him to kiss her. She smiled and pulled away, “What was that for?”

“For being the best wife a man could ask for.” He said softly, placing his lips gently to her forehead before stepping away to pull off his shirt.

Maybe she did overreact but when her previous partners did this, it meant goodbye. But now here they were, in their bathroom, getting ready for bed together. After she finished undressing, Nicole tugged on her sunflower printed shower cap and Chris turned to smile at her, “I really like that cap.”

“Thank you.” She smiled at him, “I didn’t think you’d notice.”

“Well, we haven’t really showered together recently but I remember your previous cap was pink, right?”

She smiled and nodded, “With the big monstera leaves.”

“Yeah, and I liked that one too but you know.”

“It’s my nickname.”

“I haven’t called you sunflower in a while.”

Nicole smiled, “No but it’s still my name in your phone.”

“Fair point.” He said before holding open the glass door to the shower and motioning for her to enter first. Nicole kissed his cheek before carefully stepping into the shower. He followed in behind her and gently shut the door. Leaning against the tile, he watched as she lathered the soap and rubbed it on her body before rinsing the suds away. He kissed her shoulder before hugging onto her from behind.

“This isn’t showering.” Nicole reminded him with a small smile.

“I know. I know that, I just want to say something.”

Reaching up, she rubbed his arm, “Okay, whenever you’re ready.”

Chris took a deep breath and started anxiously rubbing her stomach, “I’m sorry I was so combative. I’m sorry that I’m closed off sometimes. I’m used to handling things alone. No one stays with me either because I’m a mess. You’ve lived with me for months now you know I’m a mess. I'm up and down, I’m picky, I’m loud, I’m childish, I’m a lot to handle. I know that. I just need you to know that I love you. Through all the ups and downs I’m still gonna love you more than anything.”

“I love you too.” She said with a smile before turning around in his arms. Taking a deep breath she gently placed her hands on either side of his face, “When I’m a handful, do you think about breaking up with me?”

“No, I just want to know what’s wrong and help you move past it.”

“Exactly, so when things like this happen I only want to help you… It may take me a while because I’m emotional and dramatic too but I love you. I was going to make you those pesto eggs and those lemon blueberry cupcakes you liked tomorrow morning because I just needed time to cry and be pouty, but I didn’t hate you. I don’t hate you. I just needed to cry, and I don’t like to cry around people, especially not lovers. I’ve been told that I weaponize my emotions.”

“That’s not true, we’re a bunch of criers.”

“A big ol’ bundle of cry babies.” She smiled at him before she paused. With a small huff her face fell into a pout and she ran her fingers through his slightly damp hair, “Who made you think you were such a bad guy?”

“Well there’s gotta be a reason, y’know?”

She tilted her head to the side still cradling his head in her hands, “A reason for what, baby?”

“A reason why I’ve made it to forty and never had a steady girlfriend or a family, anything really. I have to be a bad guy otherwise there’s no reason for me being alone all this time.”

“I know you’re too nice of a guy to think so but maybe they were the problem, or I have better reason if you don’t like that one.”

“What’s the other reason?”

“They weren’t meant for you.”

He instantly cheered up and smiled, causing her to smile and move her hands to his shoulders. “You were right, that is a better reason. That is the best reason.”

“We’re going to be okay.” She reassured him and he nodded.

“I know, I know. I just get so worried about losing you. You are so…Incredible and beautiful. And I know what you’ve been through and I don’t want to be another person that hurts you.”

“You won’t be.” He looked away from her before she spoke again, “Hey, look at me. You can’t hurt me like they did because I know you would never do it maliciously. What you’re doing, standing here with me right now, is solid proof you love and care for me.”

He continued to nod trying to hold back the tears that were forming, “I love you.”

She kissed his cheek before leaning back to smile up at him, “I love you too.”

Once they got out of the shower, he helped dry her off which she teased him for.

After hanging the towel up behind her, he cupped her head in his hands, “Squeaky clean from head to toe.” He kissed her on the nose to end his sentence causing her to giggle.

“Thank you. Ready for bed?”

“Ready to hold my beautiful wife while she watches the same American Dad episodes for the hundredth time? Absolutely.”

She playfully pushed him away with a laugh before walking into their bedroom. “Okay boys, it’s bedtime.” She clapped her hands together and the dogs moved from the middle of the bed to the foot of the bed. The two crawled into their respective sides of the bed before Nicole scooted over to rest her head on his chest.

Chris grabbed the remote and started navigating his way to Hulu, smiling to himself as she settled in, “Thank you for coming to bed.”

“Thank you for getting me off the floor.”

He kissed the top of her head before pressing play somewhere in the middle of season eight and setting the remote back on the nightstand. He rubbed her arm slightly before asking, “Is it too much to ask for you to still make those cupcakes?”

Nicole laughed and patted his side, “I will make them if you promise to make dinner.”

“I’ll make dinner for the rest of the week if I get even six of those cupcakes.”

“Hmm, consider it a deal.”

“I’m so sorry, Nicole.”

“I know…And it’s okay. Just don’t shut me out again. Don’t let it get you worked up, okay?”

He inhaled sharply as his anxiety kicked in knowing he would likely react like this again. “Okay, I’ll try.”

“You don’t have to be perfect, we just…Need to work on things together.”

“I agree. I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry too. I’m sorry for running.”

“You’re fine, I shouldn't have yelled. I just kept all that rage in me all day, I should’ve calmed down before I came upstairs. I tried to, that’s why I was down there so long.”

“It’s okay. We’re all okay.”

He kissed the top of her head before moving his hand to her baby bump, “I love you both.”

“We love you too.” She said with a smile before closing her eyes and getting ready to fall asleep.

The next morning, their connection was still a little off. That awkward stage of trying to come back from the near breaking point. His alarm went off at nine and after turning it off he rolled over to kiss her forehead, “Sorry about that, you go back to sleep.”

“You better not go anywhere.”

He let out a tired chuckle, “I’m not, I promise.”

They slept in for another two hours before the dogs began to get restless. After making and eating breakfast, Chris decided to take the dogs for a long walk while Nicole baked the cupcakes she promised.

Nicole put another dozen cookies in the oven before going back to frosting the cooled cupcakes lined up on the counter.

“Hey.”

Nicole looked up to see Scott walking into the kitchen, “Hey, good afternoon. When’d you get back?”

“Bout fifteen minutes ago… I wanted to talk to Chris before I came in and talked to you. Stopped him down by the mail boxes.” He said with a light laugh before placing the bundle of mail on the counter.

Nicole nodded, “Ah, did he tell you about last night?”

“He called me after he yelled, then he called mom, and mom called me�� But I also know that you’re alone up here in Massachusetts and you should have someone to confide in if you want to talk about it.”

She just shook her head before looking back down at the cupcakes in front of her, “I’m fine, really. He’s the one that needed to talk about it, I just… Worry he’s going to be upset like this forever. I took away his happiness and privacy. I can’t help but feel guilty for that.”

Scott laughed, causing her to look back up at him, “Nicki, you can’t take away his happiness because you are his happiness. The same way you’re worried about him he’s worried about you. He’s so afraid to lose you, this has nothing to do with anything you’ve done.”

Nicole sighed, she knew he was right but this elephant in the room between her and Chris felt like it was crushing them. Scott gave her a sad smile before walking over to her and giving her a side hug, “I need you guys to fix this so I can move out and not feel bad or worry.”

“What?! You’re moving out?” She said with a small pout.

“Yeah, I met this new guy. He’s going to stay up here with me for a few months to see if we can make this work.”

“Oh, well that’s good.” She said with a sad smile causing Scott to sigh and pull her into a full hug, “It’s going to be okay.”

“You don’t know that.” She mumbled against his chest.

“Yes, I do. I know because you are going to have my handsome little nephew and then the government is finally going to get its head out of its ass and handle this pandemic. Chris will go back to work, finish up his projects, and you guys can start your sweet domestic lives together. It’s going to be good, you just have to ride out the rocky parts.”

Nicole nodded, “I hope so.”

Scott patted her back before pulling away “How many more cookies do you have to make?”

“Oh, just these twelve. I already made the cupcakes so I’m literally just waiting until those are done baking so I can switch them out and then I’m done.”

“Well how about I finish letting them bake and you and Chris can go on a little date?”

“We’re in a pandemic and I’m pregnant, I don’t think he’s really feeling date night.”

“Not like an actual date, just gather some snacks and some comfy clothes and you guys can go on a drive. It gets him away from the screen and you love car rides.”

“I do love car rides.” Nicole said with a sigh. “Ugh, fine I’ll go get a tote bag and a pillow.”

When Chris got back to the house thirty minutes later Nicole was ready with snacks and a pillow from their room. He was glad that Scott got her to agree to the car ride, he wasn’t sure how it would’ve gone if he had been the one to ask. He didn’t want her to make her feel even more trapped with him than she already felt. About twenty minutes had passed in the car ride when Nicole finally spoke up over the low music playing, “We’re gonna be okay, right?”

“Of course we are, why do you ask?”

“I’m just worried you aren’t going to let what happened slide…I’m worried that this will separate us and we won’t be able to go back to how it was.”

He sighed with a small shake of the head, “I don’t think we can ever go back to how we were but I think that’s okay. I think we’ll be stronger because of this.” He looked over at her as she ate her bag of sour cream and onion chips before looking back at the road with a smile, “I think we will be stronger because we have actually had our first fight, we reconciled, we’re moving forwards together. Honestly, it wasn’t much of a fight. I was really the only one yelling.”

“I don’t yell when I’m upset.”

He paused, “Are you still upset?”

She looked down at her fidgeting hands, “I don’t think so… I just know that I’m scared.”

“Of?”

“What if we keep fighting? What if when you go back to work things get worse?”

His hand gripped the wheel a little tighter. “Realistically, are there things about you that I don’t like? Yes. But I’m not going to let those small things build up to shadow how much love for you I have. I want to help you through these problems and help you grow. I want us to be together through the ups and the downs because I love you. I love you more than I’ve loved anyone else and that’s scary and it’s new, but I know that I’ll be okay because I’m with you.”

Nicole looked over at him with a small pout, “What don’t you like about me?”

He chuckled, “Well the fact that I just gave a beautiful speech and all you got from it was there’s little things I don’t like about you is a good place to start.”

“I’m being serious… If it’s something I can-“

“It’s nothing I want you to work on because they’re quirks and they’re yours. They make you who you are and even when you annoy me sometimes I smile because you’re so adorable I could never stay upset with you. Ever.”

“I guess I get that. I hate the way your feet have those hard crusty things on the edges. And I really don’t like it when you snore.”

He gasped followed by a laugh, “Ouch! That was harsh.”

“What?! We’re getting things off our chest, are we not?”

He looked over at her with a smile, “No, we are, we are.” Looking back at the road, he moved his hand to her thigh, “The main thing is you don’t know how to just sit in the quiet. You like there to be something on or something said. Something to think about. But most nights I just want to lay in the dark and just hold you. To just be at peace in the silence is something I’ve always loved to do and I haven’t much since you moved in.”

Nicole pouted and grabbed his hand, “You could've just said that, babe.”

“I just didn’t know how you would take it.” He said with a sad smile.

“Well, we can definitely try sitting in silence. I'm not sure how well I’ll do but I'm willing to try for you.”

He gave her hand a light squeeze, “I appreciate that, sweetheart.”

Nicole kissed his hand before smiling at him and letting go of his hand. After taking a drink of the Dr Pepper she had brought, she started looking out the window, “Thank you for driving me around tonight.”

“Of course, it was nice. It’s always nice to take in the sights.”

“It’s just so much easier to think when I’m curled up in the passenger seat.”

His smile grew, he knew this was the best way to get them out of their funk. “Oh yeah, what are you thinking about?”

“A Wendy’s chicken sandwich.”

He let out a loud laugh, “If I get you some food will you tell me what’s actually on your mind?”

Nicole there her head back with a laugh, “That is what’s on my mind!” She composed herself slightly, “But if it gets me a chicken sandwich I just love you. I love you a lot and I keep waiting for that other shoe to drop and this to be over, but… You always bring us back around.”

“I try to. Especially when I’m the one that steers us in the wrong direction.”

“I wouldn’t say it was your fault, it’s just, the world is how it is. It’s awful, cruel, and cold and it attacks the things that are warm and good. I just don’t wanna lose you.”

“I don’t want to lose you either. I told you that you’re the love of my life and I meant that, still mean that.”

Nicole gasped, “Oh my god!”

Chris quickly swerved off to the side slamming on his brakes, “What?! What?!”

She reached over and grabbed his hand and placed it on the lower left quadrant of her stomach, “Do you feel that?”

“I-what am I-” His stammering was interrupted by a small nudge against his palm, “Did he just kick?!”

Nicole nodded excitedly, “That’s the strongest he’s ever kicked before! He’s getting so big!”

“Oh my gosh, I can’t believe-” His sentence was cut short as the car lurched forward and he quickly scrambled to step on the brakes again and put the car in park. Nicole was in a fit of giggles but his attention went right back to her belly. “Hey little man, I’m sorry about that…Wow… Hey bubba.”

Nicole’s laughing fit slowly subsided and she reached up and rubbed his shoulder, “We really need to come up with a name for him.”

“A name for an all-star athlete because he’s going to be incredible.”

“Maybe he’ll even be a kicker for the Patriots.” Nicole teased, causing him to shake his head with a laugh.

“Has he been kicking for a while?”

“I mean, a little nudge here and a flip there, but that was the first genuine like ‘hey I’m here give me attention’ kick.”

“Wow…”Chris said before kissing her belly with a smile. Leaning back in his seat, he looked over at her, “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“You and bubba ready to get some food before we head home?”

“We would love that, daddio.”

“Alright, operation chicken sandwich is a go.” He clapped his hands together before safely merging back onto the road.

Nicole leaned over and kissed his cheek before looking for her phone in the totebag. Going through her notifications she saw that Scott had made an instagram post. Quickly reading through it she gave it a heart and flipped through the videos and pictures before looking over at Chris, “Should I see if Scott wants anything?”

“Oh yeah, he loves Wendy's. Did he text you about the dogs?”

“Nah, he just posted something really cute… I’ll show you when we get home.”

Scott’s Instagram post:

I’m so happy that I finally get to introduce the world to my new sister! We have gotten along so well these last few months. I wanted to share some memories with you all. She taught me how to make perfect cupcakes and cookies. I can’t master cinnamon rolls but who cares. We would eat our amazing treats and talk about true crime cases that keep us up at night. We watched Grey’s from start to finish. There were several days and nights Chris would find us sharing a big blanket and an insane amount of snacks. And my time with Nicole is great but I love watching her and my brother come alive when they’re in the same room.

This first video was filmed ten days after Nicole moved into my brother's house. The second, I don’t remember when it was filmed but I know it was in the summer. And the third, literally the day after the Taylor Swift album dropped, July 25th. Nicole was so excited for this album and Chris stayed up all night with her jamming and learning lyrics. As you’ll be able to tell by these videos, she is my brother's other half. She is the half he has been waiting for to be whole. I’m so happy she’s a part of our family so I can be a part of and witness so many moments like these.

Video One

Chris and Nicole are in the kitchen, there is a bowl of cookie dough on the island counter next to a timer and a speaker playing Rewrite the Stars.

“All I want is to fly with you!” Nicole got out with a gasp as Chris lifted her onto the kitchen island. “All I want is to fall with you.” She sang out while fully standing up but was shaking her head quickly. But Chris was nodding and pointing up at her, “So just give me all of you!”

Nicole looked down at him, “It feels impossible!”

Chris shook his head laughing, “It’s not impossible!”

“Is it impossible?”

“Say that it's possible!” Nicole yelled out with him before she jumped off the counter and into Chris’ arms in a bridal carry with a squeal before going back to singing along, “How do we rewrite the stars?”

Chris couldn’t stop laughing as he spun around holding her. He slowly stopped spinning and set her down gently. Trying not to tear up he cupped her face, Nicole scrunched her nose with a big smile before kissing him.

Video Two

“Scott! Do you know where we put the lawn checkers?” Chris called out from upstairs.

“No! You can come down help me look if you want!” Scott said while propping his phone up trying not to be obvious it was filming.

“You better not be waiting in there to scare me!”

“Wow! No trust. I’m literally just being a good brother right now.” Scott said with a laugh before pretending to look around the basement and opening a closet.

Chris started making his way down the stairs, “Listen, we’re mid prank war right now. You’re probably a little salty after volleyball yesterday.” He gave his brother a smile as he made it to the bottom of the stairs. Scott rolled his eyes, “That wasn’t fair, dinner was done before the game was so it doesn’t count as a loss.”

Chris threw his head back in a laugh before starting to walk over to some storage boxes in the corner, “Sure, sure. Whatever you-”

“Baby!” Nicole screamed before jumping out from behind them.

“FUU-AAAH!” Chris yelled as he fell backwards onto the floor. “Shit! That got me!”

Scott jumped up in excitement, “YES!”

“Did I do good?” Nicole asked with a laugh coming out from behind the boxes, looking down at her husband laying like a starfish on the floor.

“Too good.”

Video Three

The living room was dim, only lit by the two standing lamps and the television, but still they playfully danced and sang to August by Taylor Swift as it played through the speakers. Nicole was mid spin when he grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her in for a kiss. Nicole pulled away from the kiss looking up at Chris with a smile. He smiled back before kissing her forehead and then her shoulder, “I love you so much.”

“I love you too.” She spoke through the silence before the next song began to play. He smiled against her skin holding her against him as they swayed. They almost made it one full circle before he lifted his head up to see Scott recording them. “Scott!”

“What?! It’s cute!” He yelled back before stopping recording.

“Why would you even record that?!”

“Living with you guys is like a damn romance novel anyway, I normally just send them to mom but Nicole has me send them to her.”

Chris looked at her with a slight gasp, “You knew about this creepy habit?”

“You don’t record that many videos of you singing or dancing and I love it so yeah, I have him send them to me.”

Chris shook his head with a sigh but he couldn’t help but smile, “You love it when I sing?”

“You already know that I love when you sing.”

He blushed with a small shrug, “But you’ve never told me.” He kissed her cheek before turning back to his brother, “Just know that you both have some scares coming your way for this little secret. Now turn that shit off!” He said with a laugh before pushing his brother's phone away and the video cuts.

#rewrite the stars

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