#praying for divorce in her future

[russo-woso]

How could you? Part 2

If you haven’t read part 1, I’d suggest reading it first. It might make it a bit clearer.

It had been years since you last spoke to Alessia.

You’d seen her since, of course.

I mean, with you playing for Chelsea, playing Arsenal was a big match.

But since the divorce, the matches got even more climatic.

Both teams got even more aggressive, your teammates wanting revenge on Alessia for what they did to you, and Alessia’s teammates getting back at your own.

The pitch turned into a boxing ring when it was blue vs red.

But at the same time, you hated playing Arsenal because you had to play against your ex-wife and your current fiancé.

Your current fiancé, Arsenal’s own, Leah Williamson.

You didn’t seem to leave the house after the divorce, only leaving for things you had to, such as training and matches, but when you were invited to a charity event, there was no way you could say no.

And you were glad you didn’t because you met the love of your life that night.

You were aware that other footballers had been invited but you weren’t aware that Arsenal royalty had been invited.

You remember that night so clearly, you don’t think you’ll ever forget it.

After walking the red carpet, you found your assigned seat, next to Leah.

“Oh no, not you. I’m allergic to Chelsea players. I’m gonna die.” Leah exaggerated, clearly joking.

You rolled your eyes at her before responding, “Oh so dramatic. Why are you here as a footballer? You should be with all the actors, Williamson.”

“Yeah and you should be at church praying that we don’t batter you in two weeks.”

“Oh, really? I don’t think it’s me that should be praying.” You said back, a genuine smile resting on your face.

“You look good in red. You should switch to the right side of London.” Leah pointed out, changing the subject. You were wearing a red dress whereas Leah was wearing a suit that hugged her figure.

“Thank you, but I’m a blue through and through and anyway, I wouldn’t go to arsenal. Not when she still plays there. But you look good too.”

“I’m sorry about what happened with Alessia.” Leah apologised, her eyes softened as she rested a hand on your back.

“You don’t have to say sorry. You have a past and a future for a reason. She’s my past, I’m just looking for a future now.” You explained to Leah

“Although you’re a blue, You deserve someone who can make you happy.”

“Hmm, have someone in mind?”

“Maybe.” Leah sent a smirk over to you and a blush took over your cheeks.

The night carried on, flirtatious comments and touches from both of you.

It was safe to say that you didn’t end up in your own bed that night.

From that night onwards, Alessia was your past and Leah was your future.

And when you saw Leah more and more, you slowly forgot about Alessia.

Memories you made with Alessia got replaced with memories made with Leah.

The best memory happened two years after the charity event.

Leah took you to Greece on holiday and on the final night, she got down on one knee and made you hers.

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“My girls going to England camp today.” Leah mumbled into your temple before pressing a kiss there.

Your eyes flutters open and you smiled at the sight of Leah cuddling you.

You had received your first England call up from Sarina for the international friendliest coming up.

You had worked so hard over the past couple of months that you knew it wouldn’t go unnoticed.

Leah was by your side as soon as your phone rang.

You got off the phone from Sarina and Leah tackled you into a hug, placing kisses all over your face.

To say she was proud was an understatement.

“I’m nervous about it, Le.” You admitted to her, tears welling in your eyes.

“Why you nervous, pretty girl?” Leah looked at you, concern written on her face. She stroked loose hair out of your face and placed a kiss on your cheek.

“I’m scared I won’t be good enough. And seeing less again. I’ll be playing with her this time.” You admitted and Leah cradled you in her arms.

“My girl, you have nothing to worry about. You are such a good player. You’ve scored 9 goals for the c word this season and we’re only half way through the season. And you don’t have to worry about Alessia. You’ll be okay, I’ll make sure of it.”

“Thanks, baby.”

“Time to get up?” Leah asked and you replied by cuddling into her chest even more. “I’m taking that as a no.”

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As captain, Leah had an advantage when it came to rooming people together.

Normally, couples weren’t allowed to room with each other, but Leah made sure that you and her were together.

You and Leah unpacked your things before heading down to the lobby, hand in hand.

“Here’s the love birds. How have you been Y/N? How’s Leah been treating you?” Kiera asked, pulling you in for a hug.

“I’m great, thanks, kie. Leah’s been incredible, like always. How are you? How’s the Spanish weather been treating you?”

“It’s amazing. You can move there, I can put in a good word for you.” Lucy offered, joining the conversation, but Leah was quick to refuse it for you.

“As much as I hate seeing her play in blue, she’s not moving away from me. She’s staying in London.”

“I’ll never move away Le. I’ll never leave.” You giggled at her protectiveness.

“I’ll never leave either.”

You pressed a kiss to her lips. When you broke apart, you turned to face Kiera and Lucy but when their eyes widened, you followed their gaze and saw her standing there.

“Alessia, hi.” You said, awkwardly, panicking a bit but as soon as you felt Leah’s hands squeezing yours, you calmed down.

“Hi. Do you mind if I quickly talk to you? I know you’ve got lots of introductions to do and probably a whole lot of media. And the fact that you probably don’t want to talk to—” Alessia’s voice got quieter the more she rambled on which made a small smile appear on your face. She hadn’t changed at all.

“Less, of course I’ll talk to you.” You said and turned to face Leah, placing a kiss to her cheek. “I won’t be long, baby.”

You followed Alessia round the corner just so you were somewhere a bit more private.

“It’s good to see you, you look good.” Alessia broke the silence that had overtaken you Both.

“Thanks. I am good. How are you?”

“I’m also good. I just…I didn’t want this camp to be awkward between us. I never got the chance to formally apologise. I’m sorry, Y/N. And I know that you’ll probably never forgive me, but I just want to know that you don’t hate me.” Alessia explained her reasons for wanting to talk to you. You could tell she was panicking so you rested a hand on back, gently rubbing it to calm her down.

“Less, I’ll forgive you. I forgave you the day I met Leah. But it doesn’t mean I’ll never forget it. I think me and you, we weren’t meant to be for each other. We got married young. We didn’t have the chance to explore anything. I’ll never forget you and me. You were my first everything so you’ll always have a place in my heart. I could never hate you Alessia. Not even a bit.” You told her, tears starting to stream down her face. “Hey, no crying. It’s all in the past. Come on, say it with me.”

“It’s all in the past.” Alessia and you said together as she let out a laugh and wiped her tears away.

“There we go. Now, no awkwardness between us, okay? You’re my friend, less. If you need someone to talk to, I’m here.”

“Thanks, Y/N/N.” Less smiles and you brought her in for a hug.

“My god, Leah’s scary when she stares into your soul.” Alessia announced as she looked past you and saw Leah starting at the encounter.

You turned around and sent Leah a look, her face immediately softening and a smile was sent your way.

“You broke Leah, you know. Everyone says it. One day she was this woman who always frowned. It’s like she had a curse on her, and then she comes into training and she all smiles. You broke the curse.” Alessia said, and you smiled at Leah who was catching up with Georgia.

“She makes me so happy.” You admitted and Alessia smiled at you.

“I’m glad.”

“How’s you and Cooney-Cross?”

“We’re good. I’m planning on proposing to her next month.” Alessia revealed and you hugged her once more.

“That’s amazing, less. See, this is why we weren’t meant for each other. We both had other people out there for us. Leah’s my happy ever after, and Kyra’s yours. I never thought these words would leave my mouth, but I’m happy for you lessi. I wish you, and Cooney-Cross all the best.”

“Thank you so much, Y/N. I wish you and Leah all the best too. You deserve someone who treats you with respect and gives you all the happiness in the world. I’m just sorry I didn’t.” Alessia apologised again and you nodded your head, accepting the apology.

“Right, enough apologies. Let’s start fresh. Hi, I’m Y/N, nice to meet you.” You put your hand out and Alessia giggled before shaking it.

“Hi Y/N, I’m Alessia.”

“Nice to meet you, Alessia.”

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“How did the conversation with less go?” Leah asked as you laid your head on her chest.

It had been such a hectic afternoon full of introductions, that you didn’t get to catch Leah up on the conversation.

“It’s went perfect. Better than perfect. She apologised, about a million times, I told her that I’d forgiven her. I mean, I did as soon as I saw you at that event. We got talking about you and Kyra. We both agreed that you’re our futures. And we introduced ourselves all over again, as if we’d never met each other before. Alessia will always be my past, you will always be my present and my future.” You explained to Leah and she pressed a kiss to your head.

“I love you so much, pretty girl.”

“I love you too, le.”

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“…You are my present and my future, Leah. I love you so much.” You finished, tears flowing down your cheeks as you stared into Leah’s eyes.

“I may now present you wives. You may kiss the bride.”

Leah leaned in and connected your lips.

The memories built up over the years playing in your head.

When you first met Leah, your first date, your first kiss, when you were able to call Leah’s house yours, when she was down on one knee, and now, when you broke apart from the kiss and Leah knelt down and kissed your stomach.

All your family and friends cheered.

It was your first time announcing the pregnancy.

You wanted to wait until you were 12 weeks, and it just so happened that it fell on your wedding day.

Leah stood back up, a massive smile on her face, and connected your lips once again.

“My future.” You whispered against Leah’s lips, a hand on your small bump, and an identical smile taking over your face.

“I love you, my girl, and my prince or princess.”

#woso community #woso x reader #woso #woso imagine #womens football #woso fanfics #alessia russo #leah williamson x reader #leah williamson

[two-white-butterflies]

drug (two) | toto wolff

Description: He meets his girlfriend's parents, and they don't like him. (age gap.)

Pairing: toto wolff/horner!reader

part one

"We're trending, and not for a good reason." you chuckled nervously, browsing through the thick of social media. Darn Twitter's post viewing limits, there were at least a million posts mentioning you. "Bad publicity is still publicity," Toto responded - closing his eyes in his inability to fight against rest.

"Hm, will you tell my father's publicist that?" you teased him and all color drained out of his face. He reached for his reading glasses on the bedside table, eyes slightly narrowing against the sharp light. "What is it about?" he groaned in an attempt to have a clear view of your phone. "-ever heard of dark mode?" he humored, slightly freezing when he sees the article's title.

"They make it seem like we're a divorced couple," he joked again, but it was clear that he was panicking. He hoped that nothing would come out of Christian. He prayed that his rival would learn to accept the change sooner than the media could get a wind of it - but nay, Toto was always a dreamer anyways. "Well, aren't you?" you giggled.

"I'll have this wiped off the face of earth," he mumbled to himself, reaching for his laptop hidden under the bed. "Gods I hate it when sports magazines push out this non-sports crap," you rolled your eyes - contemplating on whether or not you should message Christian. He was the only person that could fix this.

A sigh escapes your mouth. He wouldn't understand.

"How did you get rid of that article anyways?" George couldn't help but ask while taking the cooler out of the trunk. "I had to convince a close friend to buy the company," Toto sighed.

"I can't believe that we're living in a reality where Wolff-Horner babies are possible." Lewis chuckled, taking a swig of his beer. Gods, there were a million ways that this one could go wrong. "You're thinking way too far into the future," you chuckled - helping George carry the ice creams inside the house.

Christian half-expected his daughter to show up around Toto Wolff's arms, but he was more surprised to see the man show up alone. "Nice seeing you again," Geri smiled, welcoming the Austrian with arms open wide. "I wanted to bring Y/N but she feels under the weather." Toto reasoned for his daughter, but he already knew that it was some half-baked attempt to evade this dinner.

"Rainy seasons always make her sick." Geri sympathized. Christian shook his head in disbelief. No amount of clarity would ever make his wife believe that you were anything less of an angel. "I'm sorry for being late," the man apologized, sitting on the chair parallel them.

A waitress comes towards them with a menu, but Toto ignores the sheet of paper. "I'm not really here to have dinner. I wanted to inform you of something," he started with a tone that told Christian that he wasn't going to like where the conversation was going. "What is it?" he couldn't help but ask - taking a sip of his lemon water.

"She asked me to marry her." Toto began with a sad smile. "No, no fucking way." Christian shook his head. If this was Toto's way of inviting them to the wedding then the wedding wasn't fucking happening. "And I redirected her." he added and Geri let out a sigh of relief. You were too young for marriage.

"Because I knew that you didn't approve the both of us." he breathed, looking to the far horizon. Toto was a traditional man. He dreamt of a house in Beverly Hills or Bel Air - beside some hot shot producer - inside a house that seemed like a cleaning nightmare. He wanted a small family, a white picket fence with fun neighbors.

He'd be willing to let that go - all for you.

All for your family that didn't love him in return.

"Is this your way of trying to convince us? Y/N's had her turn of older billionaires in the past - they're all the same. I'm not letting her make the same mistakes again," he responded with courage.

Toto stood up - fiddling with his Patek Philippe watch.

"I want you to think about it, Christian. I really love your daughter."

@oceandeepthirst2 @h-c-u @perihelioneclipse @fallwinterr @ohkapten @crimeshowjunkie @ironcowboycopnickel @clusidino-27 @luckyladycreator2 @upsteadsstuff @omgsuperstarg @champomiel @wavesnotfeelings @soph1644

#toto wolff x reader #toto wolff

[perfectsunlight]

01 ⸻ THE WAY THINGS GO

warnings: minor angst.

word count: 2.3k

synopsis: your ex-wife receives an invite to your wedding, but will she let you say "i do" for a second time?

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when the leaves grow green and the cherry blossoms bloom, soyeon remembers your wedding. however, she wasn’t expecting that reminder six months earlier, and this time it wasn’t a reminder of the past.

the ceo furrowed her eyebrows as she flipped over the white envelope that had been addressed to her as “jeon soyeon” and not “ceo jeon.” did her mother send her a late birthday card? or was it something from a friend?

a pit formed in her stomach when she recognized the handwriting. it was yours.

the woman’s fingers trembled slightly as she gently opened the invitation, and prayed to every god in the sky that it wasn’t true. she hoped that the non-formal addressing and the color scheme meant anything but the thoughts running through her head.

the elegant script on the invitation danced before her eyes, adorned with black and white lettering. the weight of the revelation caused her chest to tighten and the air inside her lungs to disappear. 

you were getting re-married. 

it had been 5 years since the divorce. had you really moved on?

as she read the details of the upcoming ceremony, soyeon couldn't shake the mixture of disbelief and subtle pain that twisted in her stomach. 

on top of that, you were marrying chou tzuyu, the only person who had been closer to you than she was.

with a heavy heart, she traced the letters of your name on the invitation, feeling the ink under her fingertips as she remembered the way her name looked next to yours all those years ago. 

she thought about reaching for her phone, dialing your number and demanding an explanation from you. but the rational ceo within her prevailed, reminding her that the past was just that—a chapter closed and done, sealed with the ink of divorce papers.

yet, in the solitude of her office, surrounded by the trappings of success, soyeon couldn't escape the way this single white envelope had made her feel. the memories of your love that once bloomed like the blossoms outside her window did in early may were now juxtaposed against the harsh reality of a future that no longer included her.

with a sigh, she folded the invitation, holding it in her hands as if the act itself could contain the storm of emotions brewing deep inside her. she had so much left to say to you, but she didn’t even want to bother trying at this point. 

you were getting re-married, and she would have to accept the fact that you no longer were in love with her. 

she gently placed the envelope against the side of her desk lamp, not wanting to throw it away, but also not knowing exactly what to do with it either.

her gaze lingered on the invitation, her mind oscillating between the urge to confront the past and the wisdom of letting it rest. she wrestled with the conflicting desires, knowing very well that your happiness was all she ever wanted, but also hating that your happiness was no longer coming from her.

but soyeon knew that it hadn’t been coming from her for years now.

the ceo knew she couldn't change the course of your life or the feelings that led to this moment. the realization stung, but it also carried a quiet strength—a reminder that she had weathered storms before, and this, too, was just another tempest to endure.

as she leaned back in her chair, she allowed herself a moment of reflection. her eyes briefly glanced at the scenery outside her window. autumn leaves were falling, symbolizing the true arrival of the fall season. the tiniest smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she watched them dance in the wind.

it reminded her of the first time she met you.

the air outside was cold, and on that day specifically, soyeon remembered thinking she could feel the brisk touch of winter lurking in the breeze. it was a day much like this one, with leaves in hues of amber and gold painting the path beneath her feet. the crunching sound echoed with each step as she approached cube’s headquarters.

her breath escaped in visible puffs before she entered the warm heating from the establishment. a soft beep announced her arrival as she made her way to the elevator. once her feet carried her to the practice room, her eyes scanned the figures of the other girls there, searching for a face she had only seen in photographs and the youtube videos she watched for over 50 hours.

there was soojin, the master of the stage. shuhua and yuqi, the loud ones. miyeon and minnie, the two aces up soyeon’s sleeve.

and then there was you.

you, the newcomer whose presence was anticipated for weeks. you, with a burning passion that seemed to radiate like the winter sun filtering through the frosted windows of the practice room. you, with an undeniable presence that made you stand out even among the most talented ensembles.

when yuqi mentioned that she had a cousin who was, as she said, “even better than me”, the leader raised her eyebrows, intrigued by the idea that there was another who was at the same level of talent. 

it wasn't long before soyeon found you.

jeon soyeon probably spent hours watching videos of you, consumed and captivated with everything you did. cube wanted to cap the group at six members, but soyeon begged for them to let you in. 

she presented a compelling case, illustrating how your unique talents and energy would enrich the ensemble, creating a harmonious blend that surpassed the limitations of a predefined vision. you, in her eyes, were the vital piece needed to complete the puzzle she envisioned.

after much persuasion, the company relented, granting you a place within the group lineup.

the girls paused in their dance routine, their attention turning towards the doorway that signaled their leader’s arrival.

soyeon felt a mixture of responsibility and eagerness. as the leader, it was her role to guide and nurture the talents within the group, and your arrival brought both the challenge and the potential for something extraordinary. she remembered the way the stress felt on her young shoulders at the time, but there was something that changed in that very next moment.

the way your eyes met hers for the first time was something she’d never forget. 

soyeon had never seen such soft irises.

it was a bit awkward at first, especially since she remembered that your korean vocabulary was very limited at the time. you actually mentioned to her once that you spent the flight to incheon memorizing korean phrases.

you just simply smiled, and soyeon remembered thinking you were the best thing she’d ever seen.

the ringing of her office phone snapped her back to reality, where the responsibilities of being a leader and the demands of the industry pressed upon her. soyeon shook off the remnants of the memory, though the warmth of your smile lingered in her thoughts.

with a composed demeanor, she answered the phone, her ceo mode immediately activated. it was a flurry of discussions, decisions, and planning for the upcoming schedule. the music industry moved at a relentless pace, and soyeon had proven time and time again that she was an immovable force.

but truth be told, she didn’t really process half of what the other person was saying. matter of fact, she was running on autopilot even after work when she was in the back of her all black suv returning home.

the home you once lived in. 

the ceo punched in the code for the door with a heavy sigh, being met with the dark and quiet space. she was used to the lack of life that lingered in her home. as she took her shoes off and placed her bag down, the wedding invitation slipped and landed onto the floor.

soyeon didn’t remember slipping it in there. or maybe she did, and couldn’t remember? her mind had been a mess all day, and with the shake of her head she gently picked it up and placed it on the nearby tabletop.

she wandered into the living room, where subtle traces of your life together still lingered. the color of the walls you had chosen was still the same. soyeon didn’t have the time to change them after you left. it felt like too much work for something that meant nothing.

at least, to her the color didn’t mean anything. you were the only thing that mattered.

the brief thought of you painting the walls of your new home that same shade of cream entered her mind. it didn’t sit well with her at all.

to be honest, the divorce never sat well with her either. but at the time, she was too prideful to admit that losing you would mean losing everything.

soyeon’s eyes wandered to the empty mantle, where empty command hooks still remained. you would be decorating the house around this time of the year. she never understood why you needed to cover every square inch of your shared home with holiday decor, but it made you happy and she never questioned it.

the ceo made her way up the stairs and into the bedroom and into her bathroom. she remembered the days you’d yell at her to go shower before laying in bed, and for a moment she could remember your laughter at the sight of her laying in bed all sweaty after a long day of practice.

she stood in the bathroom, the echoes of your playful banter ringing in her ears. soyeon's gaze fell on the shower, a space that had witnessed both the mundane routines and the intimate moments of your shared life. she hated the tiles when you insisted on buying them for the house. she couldn't help but smile wistfully at the memory of your insistence on those particular tiles. 

you had argued that they added a touch of character to the bathroom, and now after all these years, standing amidst the steam and droplets, she had to admit that you were right.

with a contemplative sigh, soyeon turned to face the water, allowing it to cascade over her tired shoulders. the familiar sound of water against tile was soothing to her. it was her only source of solace nowadays. she was too old to party, too mature for clubbing, and far too busy to find a new hobby.

it reminded her of the times when you would always call to tell her about something new you had learned every day. she didn’t know how you did it, but you always seemed to constantly be doing ten things at once.

the ceo reached for her shampoo bottle, the same brand she had been using ever since you complemented its scent all those years ago. she always told you she was just a creature of habit, and that she liked it because she had it for so long.

but she never mentioned the other truth to it. maybe she should have. perhaps it would have made you feel even an ounce more appreciated than you did when you were married to her. 

eventually she stepped out of the shower and changed into comfortable loungewear. her hair was still wet as it left small impressions on her white shirt, and for a fleeting moment she could hear you yelling at her to just blow dry it. 

she never listened to you before. perhaps she should have listened to you, not just about tiles and wet hair.

the former idol made her way to the bookshelf in the hallway beside her bedroom. soyeon had developed a habit of reading every night before bed (thanks to you), but she never read anything but her manga. 

soyeon's eyes wandered over the titles, each one she had read over numerous times and yet still enjoyed it. but tonight, she didn’t feel like reading her usual choices.

she reached for one that held a particularly special place in her heart—the novel you had recommended during one of your late-night conversations. as she held the book in her hands, the cover brought back a flood of memories.

you used to pick so many different books that you thought would resonate with her, begging her to pick up literature of “more value” for once instead of a picture book. eventually, you gave up on making her read something different and just stored the numerous novels on the shelf next to soyeon’s comics.

but tonight she would finally listen to you for once.

fahrenheit 451. a book you refused to put down all those years ago.

she traced the spine of the book with her fingers, reminiscing about the nights you spent discussing the intricacies of the plot, dissecting the characters' motivations, and sharing the emotions the story stirred within you. the book, a tangible artifact of the intellectual intimacy you once held, now felt both comforting and achingly distant.

as she gently thumbed through the pages, a small, forgotten object slipped out and landed on her feet. it was a bookmark—a simple yet profound reminder of your shared history. soyeon gently picked it up, her twitching fingers tracing the edges. 

it was your old wedding invitation, elegantly adorned with the details of a day that had once symbolized the union of your lives.

soyeon just stared at the bookmark you had used, her mind flooded with emotions. if it was any other day, maybe she wouldn’t feel like this. maybe she’d brush it off with a small smile and move onto reading the book without any problems.

but after seeing your new wedding invitation this morning, she couldn’t escape the feeling gnawing in her chest. 

water droplets landed on the small piece of paper—perhaps remnants from her wet hair, or maybe they were the silent traces of tears that had escaped her eyes. whichever it might have been, soyeon only knew one thing was for certain.

she should have listened to you. 

#─👤 sunlight speaks #jeon soyeon #song yuqi #gidle series #gidle #soyeon x reader #gidle x reader #original series #angst #kpop #wlw #gxg #i do #perfectsunlight

[wheredafandomat]

For Better or For Worse

Chapter 1 Next Chapter Series masterlist

Loki x female reader

18+ | this fic will contain adult themes, smut, swearing, angst - I’ll continue to update. Please be aware that there may be triggering themes in future e.g. loss of child. Please do not proceed if you may be triggered.

“Well bloody get on with it.” Loki cursed, his voice echoing through the grand room as he ran his fingers through his hair. There were few things Loki disliked, one of them being having to spend time with his family, more so his brother considering that now he’d never have to see his his father again. Gently patting Lokis shoulder, Rose looked pointedly at Miss Walters who was yet to open the sealed document sitting in front of her.

“Apologies but I’m just waiting for one more person.” She answered, Lokis brows furrowing in confusion as she spoke.

“One more person? What? We’re all the old fools ever known.” Loki scoffed.

“Loki.” Frigga interjected.

“Have I lied?” Loki shrugged.

“Loki.” Thor spoke warningly as Loki continued to ramble.

“Unfortunately I cannot begin as there is another name here.” Miss Walters cut in, the room falling silent.

“Who’s?” Loki ventured.

“Oh apologies for my tardiness.” You spoke, sauntering into the room as Loki stiffened, his jaw clenching.

“Oh you’ve got to be joking.” He murmured.

“Thank you Miss Walters” you smiled at the solicitor before turning to Frigga and making your way to her “Frigga” you beamed, kissing each others cheeks before your attention was stolen by Thor standing to his feet with open arms. Practically running, you jumped into his embrace before kissing his cheek, unaware of Lokis glaring. “Thorr.” You grinned as he put you down before you finally, finally acknowledged Loki. “Loki” you spoke venomously as if the name burned to recall “and you must be his new bed warmer.” You smiled at the woman sitting next to him.

“Excuse me?” Loki spoke for her.

“I’m joking, it’s all in jest” you lied, holding your hand out to her “lovely to meet you.”

“And you are?” She questioned, looking you up and down.

“No one.” Loki answered for you at the same time as you said “his wife. Well, ex wife” you explained “we didn’t quite work out, you see, Loki has a little problem in the bedroom department and he just left me completely unsatisfied and then there’s the greasy hair and the—”

“Alright that’s enough” Loki cut in harshly before quieting his tone “my mothers present y/n and that was one time, only the once.”

“Apologies.” You smiled curtly before taking your seat for the reading of the Will.

You mainly focused on your new manicure as the Will was read considering you didn’t nor were you expecting to hear your name. You assumed anything you would have been left was taken out after the divorce, although, that wouldn’t explain why your name was still there. You focused harder on your nails as Lokis apparent girlfriend rubbed his shoulder reassuringly, occasionally pecking his cheek whenever another asset was left to Thor. You kept trying to keep focus on the expensive art decorating your nails but your eyes kept venturing to Loki. You didn’t know what to expect considering you hadn’t seen him in well over a year but it wasn’t this. He looked eerily the same, it hurt even more that he did. Last night you found yourself almost praying that he looked different, maybe shorter hair, maybe his style had changed, maybe he just carried himself differently but no, no, this was the same Loki, the one you fell in love with, the one you married, the one you lost.

“My final asset, being my estate, is to be left to y/n y/l/n.” Miss Walters read, instantly catching your attention as your eyes flew up to hers.

“W-what?” Loki questioned, outraged as he stood to his feet before turning towards Frigga and Thor. “Mother? Surely he couldn’t have made that Will with sound mind, there must be a way to contest it.” He insisted.

“I’m afraid not.” Miss Walters answered for Frigga.

“This must be a mistake, she” Loki began, pointing at you “she has no claim to this house or this family for that matter.” He continued to argue, mostly to himself as you mouthed a wow before rolling your eyes, trying to hide your own shock. This was the last thing you expected.

After a while, Miss Walters began packing her things to leave whilst you stood and made your way to Frigga who was being very quiet considering everyone else present were all speaking. Pulling up a chair next to her, you reached into your bag.

“I know it’s nothing” you began, handing her a velvet box which she took gratefully, recognising the design before you hugged her properly. “but I thought you’d want it.” You spoke into her shoulder.

“Thank you dear.” She sniffled.

“I am so, so sorry for your loss and I’m sorry I couldn’t come sooner.”

“You’re here now. I’ve missed you.” She answered.

“I’ve missed you too.” You agreed. “And Frigga, I don’t plan on selling the estate, don’t feel you need to leave you can stay here.”

“She’s a bitch.” Rose chimed in as Loki watched your interaction with Frigga.

“Mhm.” He hummed in reply, unable to look away from you.

“Let’s go Loki.” Rose insisted, standing infront of him and blocking his view of you.

Once everyone had dispersed, you took it upon yourself to venture up to the east wing where you used to be when you were with Loki. You were unsure how it looked now and whether or not it had changed. You walked up the stairs, each step reminding you of a different memory before you turned down the hallway to the east wing. You smiled as you saw your old bedroom door, a little bit of paint scratched off near the top from when you banged a piece of furniture against it when you moved in. You opened the door, eyes scanning the room as you gasped a little, surprised that it practically looked untouched, the ghost of your memories still haunting the place. You stepped inside, fingers running over the dusty dressing table as your eyes continued scanning the room. When they landed on a photo album, you picked it up before taking your seat on the bed and flicking through the pages. Pictures of you and Loki filled each page almost bringing a tear to your eye as you ran your thumb over one of the glossy pieces of paper. You both looked so happy, you don’t remember the last time you were happy, truly happy.

You’re not sure when you laid down or when your eyes fell closed but the last thing you remembered was sitting on the same bed as you begged Loki not to go, not to leave and the heartbreak and betrayal that followed when he did go. Some memories were better left forgotten.

This gif has nothing to do with the fic it’s just funny to me 😂 - let me know what you’re thinkinggg, I’ve got a couple ideas for some fics so I think I’ll write some first chapters then whichever one gains a lil traction I’ll continue instead of just boring you all with something self indulgent 😂💓

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Hmm, must think before it's over; I got it! Male!Levi Ackerman!Reader in the Remarried Empress world being Navier's personal guard having been trained for most of his life after being an orphan (avoiding too many spoilers for possible future readers who may not have gotten that far). Despite his small size, MC is the world's strongest for a reason. As kids, they had small crushes on each other but now as adults they're full-blown in love though they hide their feelings because neither wants the other's reputation to be ruined.

That doesn't mean they're not slightly more affection behind closed doors but they're still pretty careful. When Heinrey starts sniffing around, MC gets slightly nervous because Heinrey is of royal blood and can offer a far greater life for Her Majesty even with a scandal.

After being discreetly reassured, he relaxes but keeps a wary eye on the Prince just in case. He's coldly courteous to the Emperor but pretends as if Trashta doesn't exist (never in front of Sovieshit though). He's in good graces with Kosair (who knows of the mutual feelings between the guard and his sister) but greatly dislikes Duke Ergi Claude for the bad vibes.

If Navier catches feelings for Heinrey, MC will be devastated but willing to back off to be Her Majesty's unwaveringly loyal guard as he understands she may very well not want two lovers after what she had to go through with the Emperor (maybe the three of them can talk about what's best for them because healthy communication is lowkey sexy~)

(Do the Emperor and Mistress have any idea of something that may have been brewing between them before everything went to shit leading up to and after the divorce? An inkling? Or is it brushed aside as paranoia?)

Communication is very sexy.

Sovieshu

He genuinely did not like you, and it’s partially because of your closeness with Her Imperial Majesty. The other part of it was the fact that you were humanity’s strongest, and were a renowned soldier and knight, as well as a hero. You were worshiped and praised by the people, holding more popularity than him.

In addition to that, he knew of your little rendezvous with Navier each night, you giving her the affection that he himself starved her of. However, he will also keep the little affair under wraps, since he would be painted as the bad guy who got in the way of you two.

You were very cold towards him and Rashta, and he was always offended by anything you did. What was worse was that Navier acted the same way towards him and his mistress, and he didn’t know who to blame for this.

When Heinrey came around, he was distraught. Not only were you trying to steal his wife, but also this young prince from the Western Kingdom. Perhaps you were trying to gang up against him and win the support of the public. You used to be a commoner yourself, so it wouldn’t be hard for you.

Rashta

You were a heartthrob in the Empire, and when she first saw you she could see why. However, you only had eyes for Navier. You were cold, but respectful towards Rashta, and that made the young mistress very upset. She really needs to learn how to take ‘no’ for an answer.

She constantly tries to get Sovieshu to assign you as her personal guard rather than his wife’s, but to no avail. You were a knight who swore your undying loyalty to Her Imperial Majesty, Navier. You even said her name in the vow so that in the case she was divorced from Sovieshu, you would still be loyal to her and her alone.

When the Emperor wasn’t present, you just ignored her and she hated it. She often pulled out the fake tears to try and get you to notice her, but it’s all in vain. Rashta was constantly getting more and more upset that you didn’t love her in return.

The young mistress was constantly praying to whatever gods were listening that your relationship with the Empress would be destroyed one way or another. Be it by someone finding out about your feelings, or by Heinrey stealing Navier from you, she didn’t care.

Navier

You both had known each other since you were children, and you both were in love. It broke your hearts when the two of you heard that she had been betrothed to Sovieshu, but you made a promise to her to become her knight.

Then, the fateful day where she knighted you and assigned you as her personal guard. You had gone through each of the ranks and worked your way up to the top. You were a captain as well as a general of the army of the Eastern Empire. 

She loved you dearly, and you became her lover. When you were away on a mission, you wrote her letters detailing your love for her. Then when you came back, she would invite you to her chambers where you both embraced each other.

The moment that Heinrey came into the picture, Her Imperial Majesty could feel the tension. She did genuinely love you both, so she proposed the thought of a harem. You and the prince knew that you both wanted her to be happy, and you realized that neither of you were as bad as you originally thought, so it worked out.

Heinrey

He knows of you because stories of you have reached all around the world. You were a valiant soldier, known as Humanity’s Strongest. You also climbed through the ranks, going from commoner to general of the army of the Eastern Empire.

When he got the invitation to the New Year’s Party, he was very excited to meet the fabled hero. However, once he had gotten there, he realized that this would be more complicated than originally thought. You both were in love with the Empress, and it was clear as day.

The tension between you two grew, but either of you could tell that it was stressing out Navier to an unhealthy degree. You had invited him to your Captain’s Quarters to talk about it, and you served one of the best cups of tea he had ever tasted.

This is where you both came up with the idea of Navier divorcing Sovieshu, marrying Heinrey, and you joining them. Her Imperial Majesty was very delighted that the two of you would set aside your differences just for her, and things started getting better between the three of you.

Kosair

You two were best friends since childhood, and once you joined the army that still hadn’t changed. You would occasionally meet up for drinks or something, and this was where you told him how you felt for his younger sister.

I feel like he would be delighted by this fact because he knows that you would be able to treat his sister right. However, she was currently married to a stupid man we all know as Sovieshu. This is quite the conundrum that you both found yourself in. Not just that, but Heinrey came into the picture.

He knows that your reputation as Humanity’s Strongest would definitely aid you in your mission to woo Navier, but you had the Crowned Prince of the Western Kingdom to compete against. As much as he didn’t really like the idea, he asked if you ever thought about sharing her with Heinrey.

By the way, when he becomes a knight in the Western Kingdom, he goes under your command. You train him the hardest, claiming that you can’t show favoritism towards any soldier. However, he soon became your right hand man.

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[dramioneasks]

Christmas Fics 2023 (Part 6):

Warm For Christmas by MidnightPhilosopher - T, one-shot - Head Girl Hermione suddenly finds herself without plans for Christmas break during her eighth year at Hogwarts. Head Boy Draco doesn't have any plans either. Neither wants to stay in the cold castle for the holiday. So they run away.

Sounds Worth It by RoseHarperMaxwell - T, one-shot - The first time Draco seeks her out at the hospital is a crisp October day, which happens to be the six-month anniversary of her divorce. “Hello,” says Hermione, glancing up from her paperwork. “Draco. Can I…help you?” He’s well put together, dropping gracefully into the chair across from her desk without invitation. “Yes. I’m in need of medical attention.” “I see.” Hermione does not, in fact, see. This is quite unorthodox. There’s a triage procedure and rarely does it result in patients coming to her office. “Tell me more.” Five times Draco fakes an ailment as an excuse to visit Hermione, and one time he doesn't. D/Hr Advent 2023 🎄

A Family of Their Own by MarinaJune - T, one-shot - Draco is at St. Mungo's with minor injuries and Hermione means to go pick him up, except a certain little boy catches her on her way out.

grey clouds and cocoa cups. by crownedgrief - T, one-shot - “—I’ll fill your plate at every meal. I’ll carry you to every class. I’ll make sweet, sweet love to you every night.” Madam Pomfrey doesn’t ask how Draco’s face suddenly comes to be broken out in pus-filled hives. Hermione doesn’t offer any explanation beyond “he really should be more careful, Madam Pomfrey, don’t you think?” to which Draco responds with two fingers flipped up. - Hermione and Draco falling in love slowly.

Walking In A Winter Wonderland by potterhead25919 - E, WIP - Hermione Granger Portkeyed into France. Or what she thought was France until she looked around, pushing the hair being whipped around out of her face. Everything was blanketed in layer upon layer of snow, giving it an innocent, serene look. Trees stretched for miles, surrounding one solitary cabin. Well, the word cabin might have been an understatement. It looked like someone made the smallest mansion, at least 7000 square feet by the looks of it, and then dropped it in the middle of nowhere, sticking out like a sore thumb. Since she didn't have anywhere to go because technically she should be in a warm villa with Harry and Ginny for the holidays, she started the trek on foot to the front of the "cabin." When she reached the front door, she knocked twice, praying someone would be there. In the meantime, she cast a warming charm and huddled under the front stoop. A series of locking noises could be heard from the other side, and finally, a head peaked out of the door. A blond head, with silver eyes and a surprised expression on her face. "Granger?" Draco Malfoy stood in the doorway, looking very confused.

Penguins, Pebbles, and Other Reasons to Pursue Unemployment by mightbewriting - T, one-shot - “Is that…shit? On my desk?” Granger doesn’t so much as look up from her mountain of teetering parchments at Draco’s question. Her hair: frazzled. Her frown: ominous. The energy in their shared office: frantic. “Penguin shit,” she says. “Specifically, it’s penguin shit.” [In which a penguin-themed mishap at the Ministry nearly costs Draco his sanity.]

Family Christmas by Eldyra - K, one-shot - Draco and Hermione are married and just had their first child. Everything is perfect. Well, almost everything. With Christmas around the corner, can the complicated relationship with Draco's parents be salvaged? Are Lucius and Narcissa willing to overcome their prejudice now that they're grandparents?

A Perfect Christmas by cleotheo - T, one-shot - When Hermione's plans to host Christmas hit a snag, her husband, Draco steps in to give his wife the perfect Christmas she'd been so looking forward to. Fluffy, Dramione festive one shot.

To the future by Lunapon - not rated, one-shot - A very short story about Hermione’s eighth year at hogwarts which is filled with old friendships and new acquaintances, with Christmas just around the corner.

All Wrapped Up by Nusilverwolf - E, one-shot - She wanted him. This aggravating, arrogant, arsehole. This handsome, hypnotic, hopeless fool. “Granger, please.” Draco begged, head tilted back to expose the flush spread across his cheekbones and the lust in his eyes, “Just unwrap me.”

Snow On Snow by ifyouwereamelody - M, one-shot - “Alright, listen up, folks! Snow’s really coming down now, and I’m sorry to be saying it but the pass in’t safe to use. Looks like we’re all stuck here ‘til it can be cleared. That’s gonna be tomorrow at the earliest.” The rest of the pub breaks out into chatter, but Hermione just sits there, muted, struck dumb in more ways than one with not a thought in her head other than oh... god. All Hermione was looking for was a nice, Christmassy evening with Ginny in Britain's highest pub. Instead, she gets an ex, a snowstorm, and a whole heap of buried emotions brought back to the surface. Wrap up — there's a blizzard on the way.

In Perpetuity by loafy531 - M, one-shot - Hermione brings Draco to Christmas at the Burrow as her fake boyfriend. Christmas fluff with a side of post-divorce angst. “Who says you need to be your old self at all? How about, just be the version of yourself you are right now. Are we not perpetually destroying and reinventing ourselves with each passing moment? It’s practically the human condition, Granger. And anyway, who is he to say what, or who, is and isn’t right for you—Hermione Granger— the woman who single-handedly saved the wizarding world. Some nerve.”

Is That Mistletoe? by ohthedrarrydrabbles (ohthedrarry) - G, one-shot - Christmas Day arrives at Hogwarts with the sound of Draco trying, and failing, to win a war against an artificial Christmas tree in the Head Boy/Girl shared dormitory. Hermione is charmed to say the least.

#christmas #dramione

[c-liffy]

i haven't felt the sun in so long

Danielle x SixthMember!Reader

Notes: Reader is a few months older than Haerin | Reader is implied to not have much empathy | Reader's parents are not very nice

(wc: 3057)

Even if it was inevitable, you just wished you weren’t as young when it happened. You were sitting at your coffee table when your dad got the call. Your mother was at work while you sat at home with your father, coloring at the table, watching a movie with him. You remember how loud it was when he dropped his phone and took your hand; his fingers shaking as he grasped your wrist with a force so tight you cried out.

He took you out to the car and started it before you could even get around to the passenger side. You sat down in the front seat and looked at him for approval. You knew something was wrong when his face was ghostly white and he didn’t even protest you sitting in shotgun. 

When you’re 12, he would usually repeat, then you may sit in the passenger seat. You understood why he held you to that age when he suddenly backed out so fast you had to brace yourself so you wouldn’t hit your head on the dashboard.

He sped down the road at speeds he would normally scoff at and drove with such reckless abandon that you were forced to grip your seatbelt and shut your eyes. You prayed it would soon be over. When he stopped, you opened your eyes and looked around in confusion. The hospital? Why would you be there?

You got out and struggled to keep pace and follow your father into the doors of the emergency room, “My son! Where is my son?” 

“Sir, calm down. Who are you looking for?” A nurse came around from behind a desk,

“My son,” Your father began rambling out details about your brother.

The nurse was silent for a long moment before speaking again, “Mr. L/N, why don’t we take a walk?” His knees gave out as he fell to the floor with a wail.

You’d never seen him cry before that. It was like you were a ghost, watching an exchange that you weren’t privy to. You were an outsider, from that moment on, looking into a family that began to crumble.

Or, more realistically, you were the one on the inside watching what remained of your parents fade away. Your parents divorced; your mother spent more and more time at work and when she was actually home she was either sleeping or arguing with your dad and he was arguably worse. He worked from home, but he didn’t dote on you as he usually would. He withdrew into his home office where he gambled away your brother’s future college fund.

Gone were family dinners, holidays, birthdays, movie nights with your dad, your mom taking you shopping when she came home early from work. When you were finally 12, your parents took you out to dinner and put on happy faces. 

Finally, after years of a cold silence covering everything in your home, which realistically felt more of just a place you slept and ate, something felt like it was defrosting. You were just too young to see that they were masks.

And then they told you they were sending you to a boarding school across the world.

At least, on the way to the airport, they let you sit in the front seat.

You didn’t like the boarding school. Sure, you learned, but you never made any actual friends. Soon you began seeing yourself in the same gray bleakness that you saw your parents in. Half of yourself screamed to fix it, the other half kind of just accepted it. And you really didn’t have the energy to do anything else about it.

That was until you were out shopping one day, taking a break from your studies, and came across a street dance crew. People were crowded around, cheering them on and smiling. You hadn’t grinned and laughed like that in years. Their energy was so contagious; you saw into another world where a brother took his baby sister to an arcade to play DDR for hours on end. 

You weren’t sure where to even start; all you knew was you wanted to do that.

Sheepishly you went up to one of the members, a girl, after and asked her where she learned to dance. She gave you a card to a dance studio.

That night you held your phone between your ear and your shoulder and turned the card over and over as you called your parents. It was one of your routine monthly calls where you’d ask ‘how’s work? Remember Grandma’s birthday is on Saturday. Did you pay my tuition? Report cards are out, I sent mine to you. How’s the house?’

To which they would reply with ‘have you eaten? Do you need me to send another care package? How’s your allowance? Is it enough?”

It felt something close enough to caring; about as warm as they were since before you were ten. Though this time you hesitated before answering a question, your mother’s this time, and instead asked her about dancing.

She was silent and you nearly thought you accidentally hung up. You pulled the phone away from your ear to reveal that she was still on the line,

“You know you took ballet when you were about three,” You raised your eyebrows, stunned,

“Really? How come I don’t remember that?”

“You hated it. We practically had to pry you out of that damn car seat every time we pulled up to the studio,” She laughed, something you hadn’t heard in a while, and sighed, “It took us two months to finally let up and let you quit,”

“Oh… well, I was talking more like street dancing. Like hip-hop?”

“I don’t see why not. Text your father and send us a tuition fee,” 

You really don’t get why you hated ballet so much.

Ok, maybe the competitiveness and all of the expensive shoes and dresses deterred you, but surprisingly you were good at dancing. It really wasn’t all that hard to you. Just letting the beat flow through you and moving along to it. 

You made friends too. You expected most people to brush you off once you began moving up groups until you were in the highest group you could get into. These people weren’t your parents, you reminded yourself, and this wasn’t home. 

It was when you were fifteen, and goofing off with your best friend, Haerin, in the studio on a break when your instructor butted in. You both were very loudly and obnoxiously singing the words to the song you were dancing to, Looking at Me by Sabrina Carpenter, and she walked over. You half expected her to begin lecturing you both on ‘noise control’ but instead she just nodded,

“Not bad. You two ever considered auditioning?”

“To where?” You asked with quirked brows,

“To a company, stupid,” Haerin’s explanation didn’t do much to help your confusion, “A pop company, like JYP or something,” She hit the side of your leg,

“Actually, I think Big Hit is hosting auditions next weekend, I may know someone to get you girls in,” You tilted your head in thought, “Let me know by tomorrow if you girls want in,”

“Ooh~ She has connections,” Haerin whispered to you once your teacher had walked away from you both. You laughed and lightly kicked her in the side.

You didn’t think much about it until that night. You laid on your bed, and like most nights, without sleeping that much, just letting thoughts go by in your head. The image of you standing on a stage singing and dancing in front of a crowd caused you to scowl at first.

Call it from your withdrawn childhood, but the thought of the attention of thousands of people on you made you nervous. It was something to overcome when maybe twenty people watched you dance in class. The fact that you would have millions of people commenting on your every move? Not something you really wanted.

But Haerin, oh Haerin, being the most annoying friend she could, nagged you every second you were together. It worked, as it did most times, and you went with her to audition. You huffed the entire way there and complained about every step, mostly about the copious amounts of paperwork, and when you were finally in the audition waiting room you thought about leaving several times,

And then the first girl stood to audition. And she tripped walking to the stage. You covered your mouth under your t-shirt and tried not to laugh audibly. Maybe this wouldn’t be that bad.

Hundreds of girls had to be there, and a lot of them looked like you. Though you kept this to yourself, you thought you danced better than most of them. 

When it was finally your turn you cued the music with a smile to the judges. It was a fake one, but they seemed to smile back with genuine looks of hope. You danced to Loco by Itzy and smiled at the cheers of several of the other girls. You could only catch glimpses of yourself in some of the mirrors, but you knew you were doing great.

One you were done you turned to the judges and bowed before thanking them,

“And thank you, Y/N,” One of them smiled,

“You said you danced with a studio?” You nodded and told them the name and teacher,

“Oh! So you’re in Group One?” 

“That’s right,”

“Very nice,” They all wrote a note of something on your paper, you hoped that you didn’t say something wrong, “Thank you Ms. L/N, we’ll let you know,” 

You bowed again on your way off and hopped off the stage before hastily getting back to Haerin,

“You did so well!” She squealed. You only rolled your eyes,

“Yeah, I know, I know,”

You refreshed the page again with wide eyes. You were in shock. You actually made it. You were officially a Big Hit Entertainment Trainee. A text then came in from your dad. You groaned and rubbed over your eyes. Right, you kind of forgot to tell them you were in for a bit of a career change.

“I’ve never had a younger sibling before!” Danielle squealed while putting her arms around you and Haerin. Haerin just groaned however you quickly squirmed out of her grip and complained. You weren’t sure what to think of Danielle and your other members. Sure, you were older than Haerin and Hyein, but Daneille, Hanni, and Minji were all older than you.

You didn’t like what you were being reminded of,

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” You grumbled in English,

“Sourpuss,” Danielle laughed. The others joined in. You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms as the others began rolling around on the floor from their laughter. You turned away, but cracked a tiny smile.

“New Jeans has taken the industry by storm!” One of the MCs, Nayeon, smiled at your group. You, being in the front, smiled back and let Minji speak about your EP that had just been released.

You were excited and, for once, really happy. Everyday you came to the studio buzzing with energy. Obviously most of your energy was put into dancing rather than singing, but it was all worth it for the praise you were showered with from choreographers. 

Your members began calling you “mirror” because of how fast you could pick up the choreography you were given. You mastered attention in a day and it took you just short of two weeks to practically master the entire EP. 

Perhaps it was your solitary childhood that really helped you. It was almost a superpower for you to lock into yourself and pick out everything that needed to be changed. After all, you were responsible for only you, something you’d been telling yourself since that fateful date five years ago. 

Then again, it was almost a superpower since that also caused countless late nights, which Minji always chastised you for returning to the dorms so late. Perfectionism, something you undoubtedly got from your parents, what a blessing and a curse,

“Y/N? You in there?” Hanni poked you shoulder,

“Oh? I’m sorry, I kind of spaced out,” You giggled,

“Ah, I do the same all the time, don’t worry about it,” Yoongi assured you,

“You know, now that I think about it,” Nayeon grabs you hand and pulls you near Yoongi, “You and Suga-Oppa look like siblings,” You members begin to chatter with agreements. You suddenly felt overcome with something you really couldn’t put your finger on. The unusual feeling transformed your expression to a flicker of a grimace before you forced a smile back onto your face,

“My little sister,” He cooed, poking your ribcage. You stepped back and frowned,

“Hey!” You put on a pout. Your members and the MCs laughed at you before continuing the interview.

You don’t remember the last time you’ve cried this hard. In fact, you can’t remember the last time you’ve cried at all. 

Ignorance; why would he say such a thing? You felt like you were going to vomit from crying so hard. You let yourself enjoy the rest of the night before nearly collapsing when you got home. It was late, everyone’s probably in bed. You put a hand to your chest and felt it heave up and down as you choke out another sob.

You don’t remember much about your brother. You could only enjoy so much with an older brother with a six year age gap. You were still whining about dolls and toys when he got into the accident. He was preparing for university and in secondary school. 

The small moments you treasured were few and far between; you suddenly felt so much guilt weighing on your chest. For someone you lived with you never really knew him. You let your head rest against the wall and wipe your tears with your sweatshirt sleeve.

In fact, after everything that happened you were more focused on your family, you never really knew yourself. You were your brother’s sister; your parents' daughter; a friend; a student. 

Most of your childhood it felt like you mourned yourself more than you did your brother. Your parents were so obsessed with not forgetting him that he was everywhere. In your childhood house, he was more alive than you ever were. 

They kept stock of his favorite foods, always played his favorite movies and television shows, made sure they visited his room at least once per day, and had photos of him in each room. Your house was just a museum of his things, like your parents were expecting him to walk through the door again.

Of course, he never did. You wished he did, but not for your sake. 

It was only once, you caught it. You were making lunch on a Saturday when you were eleven. It was a ham and mustard sandwich. He used to make it for you every weekend and you just continued on making it. It wasn’t ‘in memory’ of him or anything, it was just a routine that you preferred to keep more than anything else.

You looked up from your sandwich and your mother was in the kitchen. She was looking at your food, you just thought she was hungry, but then you met her eyes.

There was such a deep disappointment swimming in them. It was gone almost as soon as you saw it, but she looked at you like she was expecting something. Like you broke a window and she was expecting you to fess up. But you didn’t break anything.

She was looking at you like you were supposed to be him. Like she wanted you to be him,

“Y/N?” You look up. You nearly expect your mother to be there again, with that shameful look in her eyes.

But it’s Danielle. And it’s more of a concern rather than shame. She doesn’t say anything else. She only slides down next to you and wraps you in a hug,

“I know, I know,” She rubs your back as you sob into her neck, your cries shaking your body against hers,

“No, you don’t,”

“I do, I-”

“Danielle, my brother’s dead,” You raise your head to see her reaction. Her eyes are wide and her mouth is ajar and struggles to form words. If you weren’t so upset, you would probably laugh at her expression, “And no one knows,”

In some vain attempt to get her to leave you scoot away from her and wipe your eyes once again. But Danielle, because she’s Danielle, grabs your wrist. You meet her eyes and they have such an understanding in them that it scares you so much more than anything your parents could ever express.

You’re so used to the cold, to the solitude that you struggle against her embrace,

“I’m sorry. We compared you to Yoongi. We shouldn’t have,” You try to mutter something else out but she continues, “I had no idea about your brother, Y/N,”

Neither did I, you think coldly,

“How long have you been holding this in, sweetheart?” The name makes your heart beat faster than you’d like to admit,

“Years, unnie, years,” You repeat, feeling more tears prick your eyes. She hugs you again and you somewhat settle down. 

There was something off about Danielle to you. Whenever you were close to her there’d always be some alarm in your head that’d go off. You weren’t used to her mannerisms.

You’d gone from your parents, who you had barely been anything to, then to Haerin, who’d been a source of comfort in the sense that you could just sit by her and have a mutual understanding of what was going on. You’d never been outright comforted in so long.

But, maybe now it was ok to let yourself go. Bask in the warmth of another instead of relying on your own iciness,

“There you go,” Danielle whispers in your ear as you settle on her lap, “Take a deep breath for me, honey,” Just as she asked, you take in a breath and shakily let it out.

You had a long way to go and even more to learn about yourself. But maybe with at least someone on your side it wouldn’t be as bad this time around.

(AN: I really don't like how this turned out but I might possibly write a part 2 to this)

#danielle marsh x reader #new jeans x reader #new jeans imagines #new jeans oneshots #danielle marsh #mo jihye #i actually kind of hate this #danielle #written

[cynfulworld]

what music genre/song was touching your soul tonight?

Ummm…. This is long and probably over sharing….. scroll to the end for the song if you don’t want to read.

When I was going through divorce from my first marriage I came across this particular song. I married too quickly, too young, while running away from a life I was trying to get out of. It became clear pretty quickly that I had made a mistake, he was not a kind person, and I asked for a separation. My then husband opted to leave the state, returning to where he grew up. Fine with me but we had a child, a 1 year old boy, and he just cut out on him. We never heard from him unless he was calling to ask me to send him money. Can you imagine? Lol. He always had a reason but the truth was he was partying and eventually he disappeared completely. Anyway…. At this time in my life I was heartbroken, lost and terrified. I was a new mom on top of becoming a single mom, on state assistance, praying for childcare grants so I could work or go to school, terrified I was fucking up my kid, ended up working days, going to school nights. I questioned every decision I was making, held in my emotions because I felt like it was weak to have them at all. That I didn’t deserve to. I just took one day at a time, and I heard this song that just totally spoke to me. Encouraging me. It was like a conversation between me and God (or whatever you choose to call a higher power). Expression of fears and an answer in the chorus. A guiding hand.

“And there will come a time, you’ll see, with no more tears.

And love will not break your heart, but dismiss your fears.

Get over your hill and see what you find there,

With grace in your heart and flowers in your hair”

That song was a promise. A promise that there would be better days….And there have been. We (my son and I) made it through the muck and the struggle. He never doubted that he was loved. I grew in motherhood, completed schooling, focused on being the best I could be as a mom and in my career field to give us a future. One day at a time, we moved forward, with joy and love together. Those are some of the best days of my life, even in the struggle. It was hard but also, we thrived. About 4 years later I met my now husband. He taught me what a loving relationship truly is, took my son as his own and eventually we were (surprisingly) blessed with another child. As with any family and relationship there are challenges, we aren’t perfect, but we are for each other and for us. Everyone has their life challenges, that was one of mine :)

“And there will come a time, you’ll see, with no more tears.

And love will not break your heart, but dismiss your fears.

Get over your hill and see what you find there,

With grace in your heart and flowers in your hair”

That promise came true for me. I’m a blessed and lucky girl. I got over that hill and found happiness. Love no longer breaks my heart, but it dismissed my fears and opened a whole new world to me.

I love that chapter of my life. The song is called “After the Storm” it’s by Mumford and Sons. Everytime I hear it, it takes me back to standing in front of the bathroom mirror, getting ready for another day, hanging on to those lyrics, to that promise. I look back at that girl and love her.

#probably more than you wanted to know 😂 #always grateful: even for the struggles #please don’t reblog this one #mine #ask

[bearofohu]

screaming and getting emotional abt new pl game

im like no joke dizzy right now. for anyone who knows my old professor layton posts i would never shut the fuck up about how much i hated the reboot and the new cast and the anime. all ive ever wanted was a direct sequel to unwound future. all i would talk about is how much i wanted that and i left the fandom when i became convinced i would just never get it. i tried to care about the reboot cast and i cant. its not what i love about pl at all

but now ive got what i wanted and im like. im DIZZY. i wouldn't be who i am without the OG cast of professor layton. literally named myself after my favorite lil blue twat and realized i was trans bc of how much i relate to him and they're bringing him BACK and they're bringing his MENTOR back. they're bringing them all back as we KNOW THEM. i thought i'd never get that again

and ofc i don't know anything for sure but this really does look like its gonna be a direct UF sequel and im praying that's true because having layton again divorced from that godawful reboot is just.. its all i've ever wanted. its all i've ever wanted. go thru my post history and you'll see 16 yr old me screaming constantly abt how its all ive ever wanted. she finally got her wish. she being me

#nintendo direct #professor layton #pl #unwound future #rambling #sorry for emoposting i just im just so fucking overwhelmed #i thought i'd never get this

[nowandajenn]

Blue Christmas Twelve

Pairing: Chris Evans/OC Kelly

Summary: After almost three years of marriage, everyone would tell you that Chris and his wife Kelly are the most stable, solid couple they know. But behind closed doors, things are tense as they keep trying for a baby, to no avail. When a secret threatens to shake their solid marriage to it’s core, will they be able to pick up the pieces?

I do not consent to have my content, whether it be this story or anything else of my creation, posted by a third party on any other platform other than right here without my permission. This blog is 18+ and is not intended for minors. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Heed the warnings. This is a work of FICTION. I do not claim to know Chris Evans, his family, friends, or anyone on his team personally.

Warnings for this chapter: light drug use, language, mentions of adultery.

February 16

Some surprises aren’t all bad. Like getting a day in the middle of February that’s almost 60 degrees. Even at almost 10pm, it’s still in the upper 40s, so I’m taking advantage and sitting on our front porch in the swing desperately trying to battle my nausea, which sprang up out of nowhere like a wrecking ball, determined to take me down. 

I hear the door open and quickly stub out the joint and hide the rest of it on the bottom shelf of the little table next to me. Fuck, a lot of good that’s going to do since it reeks of pot out here, dumbass I think to myself. 

“Kelly?” 

I sigh in relief as I realize that it’s just Lisa. She closes the front door and walks over to where I’m sitting in her pajamas and slippers. 

“Take a load off.” I say softly. I pull the blanket back so she can sit down and offer it back to her once she’s settled. 

“Were you smoking weed out here?” she asks. 

“What? No. Absolutely not.” I tell her, trying not to grin. 

“Please. I raised four kids. I know what weed smells like. You’re busted.”

“Trying to combat the nausea. I don’t even get the relief of throwing up. I’m just stuck in that shitty state of feeling constantly nauseous where I’m like ‘God, either let me just throw up so I can feel better’. It’s awful.”

“I don’t miss that. The first four months I was pregnant with Chris, my head was in the toilet bowl.” 

We sit for a few minutes, just enjoying the slight breeze and sway gently in the swing. It’s one of the few moments of absolute peace I feel like I’ve had in months. Plus, there’s something about Lisa that is just so damn comforting and warm that it’s impossible not to feel good in her presence. 

“Have you told anyone else?” she asks softly, looking over at me. 

I shake my head. “I just…..I don’t want anyone to know until I figure out….”

“This isn’t how it was supposed to happen. All that time we tried and we tried and nothing was happening…..I prayed so hard for it. It just seems like having it happen now….it’s like the universe is laughing at me.” I turn my body a bit to face her. “On one hand, I AM happy. I want to be excited and tell people and get my hopes up. I want Chris to be happy and know that he’s finally gonna get his wish and be a dad. But on the other….I’m terrified. Even if everything goes right and we have a healthy baby….what if Chris and I can’t make this work? Am I going to be a divorced mom shuttling my kid back and forth every weekend and splitting holidays?”

“Kel, I wish I could see the future so I could have all the answers for you and tell you that everything was going to work out. But I know this; even if, God forbid, you and Chris can’t work this out, I know for a fact that you both would do everything in your power to make sure that this baby would be so incredibly loved and protected. You will always be a part of each other’s lives. You two are so deeply intertwined with each other. I think you’re trying too hard to focus on the future and you’re imagining all these scenarios that may not even happen. And I know it’s hard not to do that. You’re a planner; it’s what you do. Don’t make this decision based on what might happen or what you’re scared of having happen. Make this decision based on what YOU feel is best for you. I know how scared you are of all the unknown, but you’re not alone in this. I’m here for you, honey.”

Lisa opens her arms and I snuggle into her, letting the tears flow down my cheeks and into the woven fabric of the blanket. It’s a perfect mom hug. 

A week later, Chris and I are in his Audi, navigating the morning rush as we make our way to our first marriage counseling appointment. My stomach has been in upheaval all morning long, and I can’t even totally blame it on morning sickness. I feel like this is the thing that’s going to make or break us, and the thought makes me break out into a cold sweat. I reach over and grab my cup of tea out of the cupholder and take a sip, making a face. I really wanted coffee, but I didn’t think that was going to help my stomach any. 

Chris looks over at me and rubs my leg. “You okay?”

“I feel like I’m gonna puke.” 

I almost want to laugh at the look of alarm he gives me. “Hold on, I’ll pull over.”

“No, I- I’m just nervous and anxious and…..it’s not doing my stomach any favors.” 

Thirty minutes later, Chris pulls into a parking spot outside the nondescript brick building that our therapist’s office is housed in. He puts the car in park and exhales. It’s God Doesn’t Love You cold outside, and neither one of us are looking forward to getting out of the car. 

“Should we wait? 

It takes my brain a second to catch up with what he’s saying. 

“I’d rather just go in there and get this started. If we wait, I’m just going to get more and more anxious and build it up to be this big monster of a thing and freak the fuck out. I just….I wanna get to work.”

“I know…I just don’t want you to stress out more than you already are. I know this is going to be decidedly not awesome in any way.”

“Yeah.”

“I’m nervous.” he says in a shaky voice. 

“I know. But I honestly think…..as much as it’s going to fucking suck at first….I think it will be good in the long run. I think it will help. I’m just not really excited to rehash everything.”

Chris rubs his hand over his beard, mentally flogging himself for being such a fucking idiot. He reaches over and grabs my right hand and squeezes it. “I love you. I love you so damn much. Thank you for doing this with me. I don’t…..I don’t deserve you.”

I take a deep breath. “I love you too.”

I decide that I’m a little bit in love with our counselor about ten minutes into us sitting down with her. She’s younger than I thought she would be, and not at all what you would picture a marriage counselor to be like. Shelley Gray is a force of nature with smoky lavender hair, a blunt tell it like it is attitude, and an insanely cool office filled with interesting art and kick knacks. When we had set up the appointment, her office had emailed over a worksheet of sorts for Chris and I to fill out with basics about us, why we decided to start marriage counseling, and what we hope to achieve in the future. So, she pretty much has the broad strokes when we come in for our first session. She greets us both with a firm handshake and a friendly smile and invites us to take a seat on the insanely comfortable, squishy couch in her office. 

“I’m in love with your office.” I blurt out, not able to help myself. “I’ve been in a lot of offices, and this is the most comfortable, cool, relaxed atmosphere I’ve ever seen.”

“Thank you. My line of work can be really….harsh, for lack of a better term. It’s often really emotional and intimidating for the people that come to see me, so I wanted to kind of create a space that was relaxing and inviting. Why come into a space that’s cold and impersonal and then have to talk about hard things?” 

She sits in the overstuffed blue armchair across from us and settles in, grabbing her notepad and folder off the table between us. “Let me start off by saying this. Everything you say in the space of this room is completely and strictly confidential and falls under doctor/patient confidentiality unless one of you tells me something that makes me think you might have intentions of hurting yourself or someone else. Secondly, as I said before, couples counseling can be harsh. Most people that come in here are talking about things that are uncomfortable and ugly and not great. What I ask is that you both allow yourselves to be completely honest and open when you’re here. Couples often times try and censor themselves in the company of their spouse or partner because they don’t want to upset or offend, and they feel like they don’t want to make things worse. Which is all completely understandable. But censoring yourself and not being honest isn’t going to help anything. You’re just shoving metaphorical crap into the closet and not dealing with it. My job is to help you guys the best I can to deal with all the bad stuff and work through it without killing each other.” 

Chris and I both blow out a harsh breath at the same time, and it makes Dr. Gray smile. We start the session by dipping a toe in and the both of us giving her a little bit of insight into us as individuals and our relationship. 

“Okay, so now that I have a bit of background on you guys, let’s jump into why you decided to come see me. I know you guys filled out your pre appointment worksheet, but those aren’t going to give me the full picture of what’s going on.” She looks between both of us and notices that we’ve both stiffened up and look uncomfortable and I look like I’m about to cry. 

“Okay, let’s start a little smaller.” she says, turning towards me. “Kelly, you look like you got a bit banged up. What happened?” 

I look down at my left arm that’s still in the hinged brace and the walking boot on my foot. “I was in a  pretty bad car accident right after the first of the year. I’m still kind of….getting back to normal. Whatever that means.” I shrug. 

“How did it happen?” 

“I was coming back from the airport. It was really early in the morning, and I was really tired and just wanted to get home. In hindsight, I should have just called an Uber or something, but who the hell knows if that would have made a difference. The guy that hit me was coming off of working 3rd shift and fell asleep at the wheel. I survived, but he didn’t. And that…..I’m still trying to figure out how to process that.” 

Chris turns to me. “I saw the car.” 

My eyes go round. “What? When?”

“When you were still in the hospital. I went for a drive with Dodger to calm down and try and decompress, and I ended up at the junkyard they towed it to. Seeing how hurt you were….and then seeing what the car looked like…..I don’t know how the hell you survived that.” I see his eyes get glassy with tears, and he looks up quickly to try and keep them from falling. 

“I went to Chicago. That’s….that’s why I was coming back from the airport. That’s why I was on the road at that ungodly hour.” I say quickly. It’s the first time I’ve openly admitted that. We both know that’s where I went, but neither of us said anything about it out loud. 

“What was in Chicago?” Dr. Gray asks. 

I close my eyes and try my best to steel myself for this. This is it. It’s like a wound. It’s ugly and bloody and painful and you think that it’s going to start healing after a while, but then you find out there’s an infection festering in there. So then you have to cut it open and get all the rot out so you can finally, maybe get back to some semblance of normal. 

“The woman that I slept  with.” Chris says, almost choking on the words. Yeah, no matter how many times I hear that, it still feels like a sledgehammer right to the gut. Somehow, when it’s in my brain, I can compartmentalize a little bit. But when it’s said out loud? All bets are off. I grab the pink shag throw pillow next to me and squeeze the life out of it. My eyes start burning and I can feel my chest start to tighten up.

“Kelly? Are you okay?”

I squeeze my eyes shut against the burn and shake my head. I know if I try and open my mouth, something embarrassing is going to come out. Vomit or a loud wail. “You’re okay. Take all the time you need.” 

Fucking hell. How did we get here? How? How? How? 

“I can’t remember the last time I was okay.” I sob out, desperately trying to get the words out between tears and snot and hiccups. I’ve spent so much time trying to just HANDLE all of the shit that’s been piled on one right after another and deal with it and not break down, and it’s just all of the sudden TOO FUCKING MUCH. 

“I’m so fucking mad. I’m mad about everything. I’m mad that my husband cheated on me. I’m mad that he didn’t tell me right away even though I KNEW something was wrong.” I swing my gaze to Chris. “I KNOW YOU. I know your tells. I knew something was wrong, and I asked you about it over and over and you said everything was fine, when I knew that was a load of shit. I’m mad that I’m in pain every single day and I don’t know if it’s going to get better. I’m mad that I’m pregnant and I can’t go more than two hours without feeling like I’m going to puke up my stomach lining.” 

At this point, I’m red in the face and breathing heavily, and Chris is looking at me like I’m about to shed my skin and turn into a man eating dragon at any second. Dr. Gray pushes a box of tissues towards me and I grab a handful to wipe off the tears and snot. Suddenly, my stomach lets out a tremendously loud growl, and that just adds to my embarrassment. “Fucks sake.” I mumble. I skipped breakfast because I was too nauseous. 

The good doctor gets up and walks over to her desk, pulling open a drawer. I’m expecting that she’s going to fire us because one half of us is obviously insane and snotting all over her throw pillow, and I bury my face in my hands. 

“Here.” I look up and see her handing me a snack size package of chewy Chips Ahoy cookies. I look up at her with teary eyes. “I don’t always remember to take breaks for actual meals so I keep snacks in the office so I can just graze all day. And for moments like this.” I take the cookies gratefully and rip open the package, immediately shoving one in my mouth. 

I take a deep breath as I chew, trying to calm myself down. Great, session one and I’m already a basket case. This is going swimmingly. I sigh heavily and look up at the good doctor, who I’m already planning on putting in the will for just the cookies alone. “I swear I’m not crazy.” I say softly, rolling my eyes at myself because isn’t that what all crazy people always say anyway?

She chuckles out loud. “No, I don’t think you are. I think you’ve had a hell of a lot of crazy stuff happen to you in a really short amount of time. And if anyone could deal with all of that piled on them and not have a breakdown every now and then because of it, I’d really be concerned.” 

I turn to Chris. “I left for Chicago after we had that god awful conversation at the house. You know….for some reason, I had it in my head that if I could go and I could just see her and put a face to this mystery woman who kind of came in and bulldozed everything, it would help me start taking the first steps towards….I don’t know….working on dealing with it and….coming to terms with it? I don’t know, I feel like I’m not saying it right. So, I went back through my texts where you mentioned where you were staying in Chicago and I flew there and I checked in, and I almost chickened out of the whole thing. I mean, I flew all the way to fucking Chicago to confront the woman that my husband slept with. Is that a sane, rational thing to do? But I got dressed up, had dinner, and then went to the bar for a drink. And there she was. Jo. And she had no idea who I was until I showed her the picture on my phone of you and I. And I’ve never seen someone turn so white they were almost transparent. I would have laughed, but I was so sick to my stomach…..I said what I had to say, then I went back to my room and I threw up for two hours.” 

“Did seeing her and confronting her help, do you think?” Dr. Gray asks. 

“I don’t know. I mean, it didn’t change anything, really. I could just put a face to her. And in hindsight, if I had known what was going to happen to me on the way home, I would have just stayed here and been happy wondering forever I think.” 

She closes her notebook and looks at both of us appraisingly. “Well, we certainly have a lot of work ahead of us in the coming sessions, but you guys are both tough, and I think we’re all up for the challenge. I’m going to give you guys a workbook that you’re going to work on together. Some of it is for you each separately, and some of it is for you to answer together. Pick a time every week where you can sit down, uninterrupted and work on it. It can be a fun bonding exercise. Every week when you come see me, I’m going to give you a homework assignment to complete before you come see me again. If it doesn’t work out for whatever reason, don’t worry. There’s no pass or fail. All that matters is that you try. The first assignment is that I want you guys to have a date night. It doesn’t have to be anything fancy. It can just be cooking dinner together at home and wearing something nice. Whatever you decide to do. You don’t have to talk about any of the hard stuff, just have a nice time, together for a few hours. Try and put all of the baggage out of your minds for that period of time and just focus on being together, and how you feel when you’re with each other. Deal?”

Chris and I nod. “We can do that.” 

When we leave, I make Chris stop at McDonalds because the cookies only sated my hunger for about half an hour before my stomach was protesting again. When we pull up to the house, I’m still shoving fries in my mouth when I notice a rental car parked outside. 

“We weren’t expecting anyone to come by right? I don’t recognize the car.” I mumble through my food. 

“Not that I know of. Nobody texted me.” Chris says. 

We get out of the car and head inside and I almost drop the bag of food when I hear a voice I haven’t heard in person for about eight months talking and laughing with Lisa. 

“Holy shit. You’re here! How? When?” I squeal as my best friend Katie comes over and squeezes me as hard as she dares without hurting me. “I know you told me over and over not to fly all the way out here and just wait until I was due to come home anyway, but I couldn’t just sit on the other side of the world while you were here, going through all this stuff. FaceTiming just wasn’t cutting it.” 

“She showed up about 45 minutes ago. I didn’t even know she was coming.” Lisa told us. 

“You hid the knives right? All the sharp objects? Rat poison? Anything she could use to murder me?” Chris asks his mom, who rolls her eyes. 

“You and I are going to have a conversation later that you’re not going to enjoy. So I’m going to let you sit here and squirm while you imagine how THAT’S going to go, while I take my best friend and catch up with her.” Katie says, pointing at Chris. He’ll never openly admit it, but he’s lowkey terrified of her and I find it hilarious. 

She and I head upstairs to the guest bedroom to get her settled and Chris turns to Lisa. “Did she say how long she’s here for?” he asks. Lisa shrugs. “Undetermined. But I would do my best to stay on her good side, because even I can’t save you from her.”

"You're fucking kidding." Katie splutters as she wipes off the remnants of the mouthful of wine she just spit all over herself.

I shake my head. "Authentic no shit situation. According to my OB, about nine weeks at this point. Which, on top of everything else, is kind of blowing my mind."

"Yeah, I fucking bet. I can't believe you didn't tell me before now!" She rolls her eyes as she takes another guzzle of wine. "I can't believe you let him fuck you with his slut boy penis, especially after he told you that he fucked someone else and you were essentially living with your brother."

I make a face. "Listen, it was.....I don't want to say it was a mistake, but it was. But it wasn't. I was here looking for a dress, and he came home, and then things happened....and yeah. I'm still trying to decide if I should burn the dining room table."

"The table? Nice. That being said, I'll be taking all my meals at the breakfast bar."

I grab a pillow and toss it on her lap and lay down with my legs stretched out. "I'm trying to imagine having a baby right now. If you had told me three months ago that I was pregnant, I would have peed my pants from excitement. But right now I'm scared shitless."

"It's a lot. And I know you. You're going through every single scenario in your head and the worst case scenarios are the ones that are lit up in your head like a neon sign." I hate that she knows me so well.

"I want to be a mom. I want this baby. I just don't want them to grow up and end up being shuffled around between houses every other week and splitting holidays. And I know....there's a good possibility that might not happen. But it might. Nobody knows. And then you throw in the fact that I'm terrified about something happening to the baby...."

"Let me tell you something. As much as I fucking hate Chris right now and want to give him a one two combo to the throat and dick, I know this about him. IF, and that's a big IF, something did happen and you guys end up not together, I know for a fact that you guys would be the most normal coparents in history. Neither one of you would ever make that kid spend a single holiday without the other one, because you will love them so much that you'd be willing to put everything else aside. I know this."

I sigh and close my eyes.

Three days later, while Chris is on a business call, I manage to find that box that's been shoved on the top shelf of my side of the closet for the past two years. There's a thin film of dust on the top of the wrapping paper, which I wipe off gently. I bite my lip and close my eyes, imagining in perfect detail the contents of the box, even though I haven't seen them since the day I wrapped the box.

Chris is in the kitchen on his cell phone, pacing back and forth through the kitchen, living room, and dining room. I get tired just watching him. I put the box on the kitchen table and take a seat, waiting for him to finish up his call.

"Hey, are you okay? You look kind of green." he says, walking in and slipping his phone in his pocket.

"Yeah, I'm just....stomach is kinda...." I trail off. "Come sit down."

He sits in the chair next to me and I tap my fingers on the side of the box.

"Uh....So I've had this hidden in the closet for two years. I've been doing a lot of thinking....and.....well, open it." I tell him.

"Is it a head?" He asks with a smirk.

"Damn it, you got me. Be careful. After two years, that thing is going to be RIPE."

He rips off the wrapping paper, lifts the lid, and looks up at me. "Kelly...." he breathes. I wipe a tear away with my knuckle as he digs in the box. There's a tiny newborn baby onesie that has ducks all over it, a white one that says "Hello Daddy", a soft stuffed rattle that bears a vague resemblance to Dodger, and a white envelope. He rips open the envelope, and lets out a soft sob when he reads the front of the card.

"I wish that you could have found out like this instead of almost passing out in my doctor's office, but I thought this could be how I told you that I decided that as scared as I am, and how crazy this whole thing is, I want to have this baby with you. And I want us to rock this marriage counseling thing and become the Chris and Kelly that we've always been meant to be."

He stands up from his chair and helps me up, then wraps me in a huge hug. I can feel his tears dripping onto my shoulder, and it makes me cry too. "Thank you." Chris whispers. "You keep giving me these amazing gifts that I can never come close to deserving, and I love you. I love you so much."

"I love you too. Daddy."

@what-is-your-plan-today @sweater-daddiesdumbdork @spectre-posts @jtargaryen18 @caffiend-queen @theladybiers @supersquirrel1996 @alexakeyloveloki @before-we-get-started @smediumsmeatbae @syms-things-5

#blue christmas #chapter twelve #chris evans #chris evans x wife reader #chris evans x kelly evans #marriage counseling #angst #this is gonna get harder before it gets easier #pregnancy #we're having a baby

[venticuliao]

Mondstadt's freedom of choice

I've always been curious about the quotes in the Teyvat Chapter Trailer and whether there is any purpose in the featured characters of each nation.

There are a lot of aspects about freedom present in Mondstadt's lore and chapter, but this specific quote always sounded to me like it alluded to choice.

Is something that has been imposed on you still your choice? How do you know it's your choice when you don't have a say in the matter?

Venti's relationship with ruling

Decabarian, the ruling god of old mondsdadt, never meant to oppress his people when he imposed confinement from the outside world. He thought he was doing right by them because he believed he was protecting them from the cold, and interpreted their submission as a satisfied response. The rebellion caught him by surprise.

From Venti's character story 4:

"The ruler had believed that he had given his subjects a city free from the bitter cold, and to the end, he believed that they had loved him as he loved them."

With this thought in mind, Venti chose not to act as a ruling god in Mondstadt so that he (or anybody else) would never deceive himself into tyranny.

This was, of course, for the sake of his people's future, but wasn't the seat of archon also imposed on Barbatos?

Venti didn't mean to become a god, let alone an archon, he supported the people of Mondstadt because he believed in the dreams of his bard friend, who wanted to see the outside world. When Decabarian was defeated, Boreas also removed himself as a candidate, and they were the only ones fighting for the seat in this side of teyvat (aside from their already existing territorial dispute), so Barbatos became the victor by default.

Thus, shouldn't deciding when and how he helps Mondstadt be his choice, too? And not just because he owes it to his title?

Out of the archons we've met so far, Venti is the only one who exists to his people solely in his actions rather than in presence. They know their god through the way he transformed the land and through the ballads and poems about him, they do not know him in person, but they pray for his blessing and comically attribute every good thing that

happens to his doing. And yet, they act self sufficiently (and almost in a workaholic way) due to the gratitude and admiration they hold for him.

Venti isn't the god of Mondstadt just because he holds a tilte, he is their god because he willingly chooses to be; and his people recognise him as their god not because they're told he is, but because they genuinely see him as such. That is to say, this relationship between them would exist whether Venti was been given a gnosis or not.

The concept of chosen family

Rather than subjects or believers, the people of Mondstadt are the children of the anemo archon. And as it turns out, this concept of family (blood or otherwise) seems like a very big aspect of their identity as a nation, especially considering the last event in 3.1, titled "Of Ballads And Brews".

Mondstadt welcomes outsiders as children of Barbatos, such as Amber's grandfather and Rosaria, and so its people too can also define their own concept of family.

Like Rosaria chooses to see Varka as her new paternal figure (and Razor as a brother, by extension); or the old adventurers who chose to raise Bennett as their son; or Alice allowing Klee to grow close to the knights as her older siblings, especially Albedo, who had no ties to anyone but his teacher prior to arriving in Mondstadt.

The land of freedom is full of artificial relationships that make a point of being no less important than blood relations, but that also means blood relations are just as important, and they can be chosen too, even if they are imposed by nature. There's Razor who found family among the wolves, and at the same time still longs to meet his biological parents; there's Jean still wanting to have a relationship with her younger sister Barbara, even though they have grown apart after their parents' divorce. Furthermore, these imposed ties can also be broken, like Eula leaving her clan and their legacy behind in order to honor her own principles.

It's not that found family has the same value as blood bonds, but that the definition of "family" is independent from such ties.

Beyond family relations, there is a sense of belonging that redefines these characters' identity. Foreigners like Amber's grandfather who chose to become a part of the nation's knights and started a family with a local; and Kaeya, whose loyalty is split between Khaenri'ah, his country of origin that abandoned him, and Mondstadt, the nation that raised him.

That which is imposed and that which is chosen

I find Diluc to be a fitting character to represent this conflict.

His father imposed his own ambitions on him since he was a child, and Diluc never questioned them. Being a knight, and thus upholding what being a Knight of Favonius stands for, is his conviction because it is his father’s wish. When he gets his vision at early age, he takes it as "a sign of recognition of both his and his father shared ambition”, thinking that finally "he could make his father proud”.

After the fatal accident, he’s faced with the reality that, first, his father was not who he thought he was and, second, the knights themselves cannot guarantee their own principles to be enforced. Both were so embedded into Diluc’s identity at that point, that it is inconceivable for him to remain the same, so he leaves the knights to investigate the origins of his father’s delusion. 

It is worth noting that when he leaves the knights, he leaves his vision behind too, believing it to be nothing but a burden. He parts ways with this imposed ambition and distances himself from Mondstadt (and his home). But then, years later, holding the same grudge, he still comes back to protect Mondstadt, this time from the shadows, to still follow the teachings his father instilled in him (regardless of if Crepus believed them or not) and the principles of the Knights of Favonius that the institution once betrayed. He’s matured at this point, and only sees his vision as an extension of his own conviction and strength.

We could say then, that Diluc’s journey is one of autonomy, of proving that his original conviction is real and it rightfully belongs to him, and always did. He's still doing what his father imposed on him, still protecting the land of freedom as a child of Barbatos, but in a way that's legitimate for himself, because it is his genuine choice after all.

The same way barbatos chooses to be the god of Mondstadt, and the people of Mondstadt choose him as their god without relying on his title of archon.

And so, true freedom means genuine choice.

#genshin lore #mondstadt lore #genshin thoughts

[01zfan]

I LOVE YOUR NEW CHURCHBOY!ANTON POST

I love the way you write so much, I think I've said it before but just a little reminder of how great you are 🙈

I was about to ask, does Anton usually wear a condom? I mean, he asked her if she wants a child so...

Also, I love the way you described it, I don't know if maybe you thought about it for this chapter, but I've seen sooo many cases of young church couples having children (and I mean pretty young, most of them 17/18), so my other question was, did you? Do you think they'll have a child still being young? I think their parents would be fuming if they did, but I don't think it would make Anton stop being a believer, omg, would their parents make them get married? Because that's what usually happens, I have so many questions for this story, I love it!!!!

hi anon! thanks for being so invested in understanding my faith lol i wrote it as a one-shot and didn't even think about all those things you mentioned. but now you bring it up you got me thinking hard.

in alot of relationships where religion is involved they don't use protection like their form of contraceptive is praying seriously LMFAO. also i kind of imagined both anton and the reader as kind of naive. the whole reason they started sleeping together in the first place was to get a closer relationship with god and understand what faith/worship is. when you really think about it, it's very childish and naive. what the two are actually doing is having unprotected sex under the guise of worshipping god. i see them as two young people who have no tact when it comes to the real world outside of church. they also kind of developed a type of relationship where they see the other as a god/holy figure so i imagine them not even thinking they could get pregnant, or if they did they wouldn't grasp the severity of the situation.

if she were to get pregnant oh their parents would be pissed. i'm not even sure how the parents would find out, maybe someone catches them doing something in the church and word spreads like wildfire. i imagined the readers parents to kind of mirror anton and the readers relationship. they were young couple in the church, the dad following the path of his family by being a bible thumper while the mom became the "nonbeliever" (i considered her to just be someone who wanted out of the oppressive nature of the church). i imagine they had the reader at a young age and got married because of it, eventually divorcing because of belief systems and just the overwhelming feelings the readers mom had in regards to the church.

i come from a town where that was the case alot of the times. teen marriages to cover up premarital sex in a very religious area. i think that anton's parents would sit down with both of them and give them a few choices. either get married and have the baby or get an abortion and never see eachother again. i can see anton's parents leaning very hard into the first choice. anton has a promising future and he can't ruin it by becoming a teen/young dad. i think it would make anton even more of a believer, thinking he's been blessed to be the father of the child. i can definitely see anton having a moment of defying his parents and getting married to the reader. he'd come to her in the dead of night, sneaking her out of her dad's house (because she's on lockdown after he finds out). anton would talk about doing whatever it takes to support his family, how his parents would eventually come around. the reader would nod her head and say okay, anton would take her back home and start planning out their future together.

but anton would be so heartbroken when the reader would leave town. that was something that also happened where i grew up, girls would get pregnant and then be shipped off to some distant relative. i can see her going back to live with her mom, learning about secular life and why her mother never reached out or fought against the court to get custody of her. anton's parents would be relieved you were gone but anton would become a recluse, completely withdrawing from life. he would definitely come to the readers father begging to know where she is. i can see anton writing letters, saying how much he misses her and how he's going to marry her in the future. i truly think the reader would end up having the child and waiting for anton because of the faith she still has in him.

see this is why i have to write one-shots because i'll end up writing a whole screenplay about my fics if i think too much about them. also a song that reminds me of understanding my faith is jackie and wilson by hozier that song is so them forrealllll

#askz #anonz

[julyzaa]

Hopeful

Or where Nigar and Matracki Nasuh Effendi stay married and get the happy ending they both deserved.

@faintingheroine i finally wrote it!!!

Gif by @awkward-sultana

She was not foolish enough to believe her husband would immediately fall in love with her nor her with him.

In fact, him not divorcing her after Ibrahim told him about their affair, had been her only goal for the most part.

Nigar thanks Allah for giving her a man she knows she does not deserve.

Nasuh Effendi is kind, understanding and gives her freedoms most women envy her for.

He is quiet in those early months when they are strangers married to each other and she pines for the man who made her believe a life without him would have no meaning.

Then after he wakes up in the middle of the night in a frenzy to write down this discovery he found in his dream; Nigar listens attentively to his rambling about something he calls lattice multiplication.

Something in her decides it is time to give this wonderful man a chance. To open her heart to someone who genuinely cares for her and would never treat her like Ibrahim treated her.

“Can you teach me?” she asks and he almost stutters with a yes.

Nigar Hatun looks forward to seeing him and surprising him a set of swan quills in a box carved with her favorite miniature of his.

It was supposed to be a gift to thank him for the lessons in algebra and the form of calligraphy he has invented, but after a bout of illness at the harem yesterday, it became a way to tell him the good news.

She prays it is a boy, one to follow in his father’s footsteps and show Ibrahim she never needed him to be happy.

“Our children will play together, they will be inseparable like their fathers.” Hatice said as she congratulated her wholly unaware of the great betrayal Nigar and Ibrahim hide from her.

“Amin.” Nigar says with guilt gnawing at her heart.

One would think the guilt she carries is for the blood on her hands and not for having an affair with a married man.

But Nigar shoves that down and lives in the moment where Nasuh almost cries from the joy the news gives him.

Nigar finds herself hopeful enough to imagine a future where she loves her husband and he loves her.

When Esmanur is born, she knows her friends and neighbors are being ridiculous when they say he will be disappointed in her.

How could Nasuh be disappointed when he was the one who chose her name before he left for the campaign at Mohács?

We wait for your return, she had written in her latest letter, one that included a sketch of Esmanur napping with her little thumb in her mouth.

They write to each other, no longer as friends, but as lovers.

It had been a gradual thing and before she knew it, Nigar had fallen in love with her husband.

While neither spoke about it out loud, it was there.

She feels nervous, as nervous as she felt on her wedding day the day he returns.

“I love you.” She whispers to him when she gets up during the night to check on their daughter.

He won’t hear it, she thinks, the journey had been long and tiring, besides Nasuh could sleep through anything anyways.

“I love you too.” Her husband says it back just as quietly as she did.

#nigar kalfa #nigar hatun #nigar kalfa x matracki nasuh #nasuh effendi #matracki nasuh #magnificent century #shamelessly self-indulgent fanfic #muhtesem yuzyil

[20dimensionsoftangerine]

20 D20 Fanfics

My friend @remidyal ranked their fics once they had written 20 of them. I have just finished my 20th story so I’d figure I would do that too! Dice rules so 1 is the worst and 20 is the best

1. Drowning in the Ink

I had the thought ‘what if Rosamund and Gerard got caught when they went to find Elody’. I still think this is a good thought and want to re-explore it but my execution in this story wasn’t the best. Writing it before the finale was out meant I was working with half knowledge on a lot of characters that I think shows. Plus, I saw a lot of people on Tumblr saying the Princesses’ plan was actually good and I got annoyed at that and it definitely bled through in the story too much. I’ll probably redo and expand this one sometime in the future!

2. Old Habits

I often dislike my most recent creations. It’s got too much me on it still. I haven’t distanced myself from the art yet. So this one was me trying a few things outside of my comfort zone and I really don’t feel like any of them turned out as well as they could have. I can barely even speak of it at this point the emotions are too fresh!

3. Safety

Not much to say about this. Shortest thing I’ve ever written and I do like how it turned out but it’s definitely… short. I enjoy Gorgug and Adaine interacting, I enjoy Adaine scared, but nothing makes this little guy stand out.

4. Half Siblings are a Whole Deal

This one honestly isn’t even supposed to be good. It’s a direct retelling of canon featuring my OC, that premise isn’t going to win any Hugo awards! But it’s fun and I want to explore how Fig’s character would change if she wasn’t going through her family drama alone. If she had to be, heaven forbid, responsible. I do plan on continuing it! I’ve got some good ideas for the end that I’ve already set up.

5. Additions to the Beehive

I think this one is so low just because I didn’t really like the latest chapter I put out. Plus, I don’t really have a solid plan for this story. I have a few scenes I want to do, character beats and themes I want to flesh out, but exactly what’s going to happen is a mystery. The title’s really solid though.

6. Blight

Pains me to put this so low because Remidyal’s Poison series is so solid and Penelope Everpetal is so fun but I kinda stumbled through it. There’s a couple sections I straight up should have deleted and a couple more I should have added. I do think I got the right vibe down, though, and I really want to do more with Penelope in the future.

7. Sneaking In Sneaking Out

I’m going to be honest, I just wanted to write some scenes about sneaking into buildings. It was really fun and I felt clever writing it. I also liked making Aelwyn really really mean especially because Remidyal had posted Camp right before where she was pretty darn nice. Not much happening in this story but it was fun!

8. No Blood Relations

I dunno this one is fine. As stated before, exploring Fig having to go through her parents divorce with someone is very compelling. I also liked pitting Adaine and Fig against each other a little bit, it felt very real to how siblings of divorce act. Too real. I’m kind of blocking it out.

9. Tender Love and Care

I liked this one a lot. It’s supposed to be romance but I don’t think I really it comes through (because I’m bad with romance) but I really liked getting into a desperate Fabian’s head. I think I did well with the physical environment in this one too, something I usually struggle with. And the line at the end of Fabian’s section? Where it says ‘he prayed to the only god he ever believed in. “Kristen please.”’. I know I’m the one who wrote it but I think about it daily.

10. Ring a Bell

Right in the middle! I really like the chapters I have out for this one so far and I’m excited for the plan of where I’m taking it. Only time will tell if I can pull it off into being a good cohesive story but for now this bad boy has potential!

11. Please Wake Up, Please Don’t Sleep

My other Neverafter Fic! This one I am much more proud of. I think I really got the voices of all the characters down and managed to make an interesting little scene out of a relatively simple concept. Rosumand is just a teenager! Someone give her a hug I am begging.

12. For Want of Citizenship

I think this story is severely underrated honestly. I got Goldenhoard’s voice down pat and the pacing of the story flowed really well with nice details that I often forget to include to center the reader. Plus, it’s a ‘what if’ scenario that gnawed at me from the moment the pieces were in place and I was sad nothing ever came of it in canon. Patched a hole in my mind this story did.

13. Horrified Looks from Everyone in the Room

Ah, the story to start us off. My second highest kudos still. Which is wild. It’s a good fic for sure! I think Fabian’s and Riz’s sections both shone and it really started off my addiction of giving Adaine a Bad Time. Definitely things I would change about it if I had to do it again but overall I can see why it’s still so popular and I’m very proud of it!

14. Rule Number One

The other story to kick things off! Can’t believe the prompt ‘Riz lets Biz think they’re friends just a little longer’ started a whole expanded AU. I still think this one’s great! Sticking in Riz’s point of view so the reader couldn’t even tell Adaine was having a whole episode until she started sobbing mid sentence was wonderful. Riz’s guilt and justifications were so juicy. And! Everyone liked my weird Rule quirk I gave to Adaine which I had fun playing with. This one isn’t higher because I think some of the information about the changes in this AU could have been given out in a smoother way but overall one of my best.

15. Fabian’s Sister and Other Perks of Punching an Ambassador

Firstly, name’s bad. My worst titled fic. But it’d okay we love it anyway. I very much like what I’ve got going on with this story. Exploring Fabian and Adaine’s relationship in a unique light, fleshing out Bill and especially Hallariel, even fleshing out some of Fabian and Adaine’s insecurities! I’m nearing sort of the end of the fic (I’m at least half way through) and I’m excited where it’s going too! There are some things I wish I had spent more time on (the other bad kids, Cathilda, ect) but what I do have is solid and streamlined enough for me not to be too sad about that!

16. The Good Wizard Gorgug

My. Most. Underrated. Fic! This is such a solid story I adore it. Gorgug is my baby boy and it was so much fun exploring Adaine’s character through him. The steady climb of them becoming better and better friends, growing more confident and relaxed around each other, only for it to all come crashing down to be slowly built up once again. I love it! I love Wizard Gorgug! What a good good boy.

17. Babysitting a (High) Elf

This one was also fairly recent but I really liked how it turned out! There were things I wanted to explore with this, Gorthalax’s guilt about not being there for Fig all these years, Adaine’s complicated emotions about being abandoned, and I felt I pulled it off well. I also think I did a good job making it funny and writing high Adaine as silly while still noticeably herself. Until I sucker punched her at the end. I couldn’t resist though.

18. Mastermind Introductions

Everything I set out to do in this fic I did flawlessly. I wanted to rewrite Adaine’s introduction scene and hit a lot of the same ‘beats’ but with the special AU twist. Aelwyn and her fight in the beginning (where Adaine kind of started it and then very much failed to end it), stealing the book and then being embarrassed by Fig and Kristen’s help, stuff like that! I really felt like I pulled it off and introduced the other Bad Kids just as well as I did Adaine. If I would change anything it would just to tweak a few details to fit better in my new vision for the overall AU. But besides that it’s a flawless work!

19. The Young Oracle

Yes! I was really worried about this one because of all of the weird time jumps. But I couldn’t not have weird time jumps. It was a story about a very powerful diviner! It couldn’t have time be linear! And I think it wouldn’t have made sense if everything had been in order, funnily enough. But besides all that I really like the tone I set for the story, the details I put into the world, (how I managed it without ever watching SY), and I have been thinking about the expanded version of this AU excessively. Is it a perfect story? Nah, but I adore it perhaps the most of all my fics.

20. Property Of

In a move that caught even me by surprise, Property Of wins! It’s my first muti-chapter I’ve finished, it’s got a really solid character arc, and I feel like I let the tone slip from silly to wild and unnerving in a very smooth slide. Plus I just… had a lot of fun writing it. I couldn’t seem to put it down for a second and when I blinked I was over 10k words! It was supposed to be a one shot! How naive I was! So yeah, I’m proud of it, it was fun to write, and it’s fun to reread and think about the implications. Nat 20!

#fantasy high #neverafter #dimension 20 fanfiction #fanfiction

[obamas-ass-cheeks]

My (il)logical predictions for stranger things 4/5:

Nancy finds the missing shotgun in the upside down that Will was holding when he disappeared and shoots vecna in the fucking face😌💅🏻✨

Mike finds the crumpled painting Will made after time skip and it’s just a luscious portrait of his face and on the back it says to like love Will and he realizes he loves will back and they live happily ever after💧🫦💧 cuz if that doesn’t happen I’m writing a fic

The gang defeats vecna and we think he’s dead but he returns in s5 following Eddie’s dnd campaign where vecna returns when they thought he was dead which would parallel to the first season where Will says the demogorgan got him👀 we love foreshadowing told through dnd🫡

Mikes parents divorce in s5 dear god plz someone save that woman. Cue mike having an existential crisis about who he wants the spend the rest of his life with. (I am very new to Byler but mileven just isn’t hitting as hard)

I pray to god s5 is set in the 90s so they can fix their ugly ass haircuts. Actually now that I think about it pretty sure bowl cuts were still around in the 90s so will might be a lost cause they can just kill him off then

We haven’t gotten much of Will in v1 other than him being a pining gay boy so he’ll definitely be hate crimed by vecna in v2😟

The government or whatevs is like looking for will and mike and Joyce isn’t home so they probably gonna raid the wheeler house😀💔 omfg I hope they accidentally kill Ted😬 (I don’t actually hate ted btw) but my girl Karen can find a new hubby and get that insurance bag🤪💰sry not sry Ted

The California gangs gonna to back to Hawkins and Joyce is gonna come back from russia and find a bullet hole filled house and missing children😭

Bruh imagine mikes reaction to El’s shaved head and she’s like still pretty?💁‍♀️💞 and he just says nah bruh…💀💀

Also what happened to that girl Kali and her Payday gang🤨 El had her emo moment and dipped that was weird I hope we see her in s5

I saw a theory on tiktok that said 001 was actually El’s dad something about dr brenner wanting to create like a mega powerful baby and that’s why 001 gave her advice and helped her try to escape. But I was thinking and he was like telling her like 001s powers grew when he let his anger out or whatever I can’t remember the exact line and before at the end of s3 hopper who’s her father figure tells her to remember the hurt cuz the hurt is good which is when El’s powers are the most powerful. We 👏love👏 parallels👏 anyway I just wanna see a dramatic reveal of that except he just says in a demonic voice 👺I’m yo daddy👹

I’m overthinking this entire show basically I just want Dustin back together with steddie they’re his parents

Oh my lord I completely forgot about that vengeful bitch Jason with his basketball posse. Honestly if I had a man who sent out a search party to avenge my gruesome death I’d be blushing in my grave😍 he Fr thought Eddie was using evil satanic powers tho to kill Chrissy and patrick that’s kinda embarassing😬 it’s the thought that counts. I heard there was a spoiler that Eddie survives but imagine they like win or whatever and Eddie like smiles at Steve like yay we survived hell🎉🎊 and then this bitch Jason appears out of nowhere and murders him. That would be crazy. I’m totally thinking out of my ass rn I’m finished

Not sure why the spaces r so big in between🤨 also not sure if these r predictions or if they’re headcannons. Can they be headcannons if I’m trying to predict the future?? Not sure how that works

#stranger things #stranger things 4 #stranger things theories #headcannons #byler #steddie

[storiesofthesahabah]

Have you thought about it?

Do you think they see you as a good parent? A mom that loves them or a father that cares about them?

Having kids, in reality, is a very big responsibility. In Islam, that responsibility starts way before the baby grows in the womb. It also starts from the moment you choose the spouse you want your future child to have as either a father or a mother.

In today’s world, divorces and failed marriages are rising up, let alone the haram relationships that bore children to this world - and this doesn’t stay outside the doors of Muslim families. No one can deny the fact that the number of divorces and illegitimate marriages are apparent in our midst but have you thought about who gets the last impact of these?

Yes, it's the children - the innocent souls.

However, we find people who are more than happy to try again. People who don’t lose hope in the Mercy of Allah and still believe in the concept of halal marriage. Hence, we find polygamous marriages, blended families (as they call it) or co-parenting surviving and actually are thriving.

And actually, it is not a new thing in Islam nor is it something that is disliked in Islam as long as proper handling of it is in place.

So today, let me share a small glimpse of it from the house of our beloved Prophet ﷺ.

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When you read about the life of our Prophet ﷺ, you will find so many amusing things regarding him. He had stepchildren.

Khadijah Bint Khuwaylid Radiyallahu Anha had children from her previous marriages. One of which was named Hind Ibn Abi Halah Radiyallahu Anhu.

Hind was amongst those who embraced Islam and also participated in the Battle of Badr. He was a very eloquent person and whenever he speaks in public, people get mesmerized by him for he was a master in the Arabic language.

After the death of the Prophet ﷺ, his grandson - Hasan Ibn ‘Ali Radiyallahu Anhu, wanted to know more about him. So he approached Hind.

Hind Ibn Abi Halah’s description of the Prophet ﷺ is one of most comprehensive descriptions that were ever recorded. I would love to write about it in another article but you can find it in Imam At Tirmidhi’s Ash Shama’il An Nabawiyyah.

I want you to realize that one of the most comprehensive descriptions of our Prophet ﷺ came from a stepson of his. What does that show us.

It shows that Hind Radiyallahu Anhu had a beautiful relationship with his stepfather. If you read his description of the Prophet ﷺ you will know that he had deep love and respect towards his stepfather.

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My dear brothers and sisters in Islam, there are things in life that happen that we can’t control and we go through phases that we think we could not surpass or survive without forsaking our faith but those who hold on with that sees the light at the end of the tunnel.

If you are a person involved in a polygamous marriage, make sure that you treat your family well especially if there are kids involve - for this is the sunnah also of our Prophet ﷺ.

If you are a person who remarried a brother or sister with kids from his or her previous marriage, treat them well not only because it is a sunnah of our Prophet ﷺ but because it is a duty of a Muslim to treat others well too.

If you are in a situation where you are co-parenting, don’t let whatever has broken the bond between you and your previous spouse get in the way of taking care of your child for he or she is innocent of this.

Parenting by itself is not easy - truly, it is a hard thing. Sometimes, we find ourselves not knowing what to do when our kids do something wrong or throw a tantrum (especially for new parents). Hold on though, you will eventually figure it out as long as you keep yourself centered with your relationship with Allah as well as seeking His guidance in everything you do.

I do not have words to comfort those who are going through tragedy in their marriages, rather I pray the best for all of you and I ask Allah to protect the marriages of our brothers and sisters from falling apart.

However, know that every action of yours creates a great impact on your children. You are his or her first teacher, what he or she sees in you, he or she will eventually replicate.

So whatever decision you make in life, always consider your family - may it be your spouse or your children.

Just ask yourself, with the way  you are treating your kid or kids now - what do you think would they think about you?

Do you think they'll describe you the way Hind described his stepfather?

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May Allah make it easy for all of us.

Amin.

Zohayma

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Story was taken from:

• At Tirmidhi | Ash Shama’il Al Muhammadiyah wa Khasa’il Al Mustafawiyah, 8

#goldenstories #hindibnabihalah #stepson #muslim #sahabah