would you rather?

nicklas "nicky" hammond. 41. novelist

[nickyhammond]

@fortyhqstarter​

He startles, the loud noises across the beach drawing his attention. He turns to the person near him, “What do you think’s going on over there? Why is it crazy people come tot he beach the second I choose to actually relax?” 

[nickyhammond]

scarredelweiss​:

Scarlett, as self-indulgent as always, took her sweet time gazing at the father of her child, taking a better look at him. He looked different, as handsome but different. What struck her the most were his eyes. Sea-green pools she would drown in any day, nothing about them had changed. Their son’s were of the same shade– it was one of the few things she had noticed about him before they had torn him from his mother’s arms, ignoring her cries and screams. Eventually as it was her turn to speak again, her gaze drifting away. His question, this and the rest which might follow would force her to relive those horrors she’d had to go through, her parents had put her through alone. Was she ready? Hell no. However, hadn’t she been dreaming about seeing Nicky again for decades? Peering up at the sun, her eyes fluttered closed. Swallow me whole, please. “We, uh, we went to my Aunt in Connecticut.” Was all she could muster. A frown creased her brow, she could feel her chest swelling with sadness. She was an idiot, this 👌 close to disappointing him and herself for the second time in their miserable lives. Lord, she had to do better. What if she couldn’t? His words caught her attention, however, and her gaze snapped back up to him. “For– Years? Nicky, where? … Why?”

He could remember the last time he’d seen her. He’d thought of that moment, wished he’d said more or stopped her, hundreds of times. It was strange, to look back and not consider that the final time he’d ever see her, now she was right in front of him. “Your -you aunt’s? In Connecticut? You - Why didn’t you call? Or - I don’t - You could’ve written a letter! You knew my address, we didn’t move, I -” He stops himself from continuing, trying to justify both the anger boiling and the strange sensation of relief that had bloomed across his chest for the second he saw her. “You were gone! I never - I thought you might come back one day, or - or that something terrible might have happened! You just disappeared in the night - I - I found your room empty when I climbed onto the roof!” He was scared, is what he means. And he was right to be - Scarlett never came back, and Nicky never moved on, not really. He drank it away and wrote the most lovesick books and pretended he wasn’t still hurt.

[nickyhammond]

@sanguinecharm​

“Drop everything, I’m having a problem,” are Nicky’s first words as he enters his sister’s home. Astrid had always had more of a brain than him (realistically, most people alive had more of a brain than him), so maybe she’d know how to deal with the mess he was in, “Remember when my high school girlfriend disappeared in the night and no one cared? She’s back and I have no idea how to talk to her without making an idiot of myself.” 

[nickyhammond]

@sewmuseful​

“Why do I always think we’ll end up doing something differently?” Nicky states, after he loses yet another round, “I can’t even get Kirby to jump half the time, and you’re killing me with like twenty swords. Personally, I think you have an unfair advantage.” 

[nickyhammond]

scarredelweiss​:

Only when Scarlett was certain the spotlight wasn’t on her and the rest of the world wasn’t watching– either to judge her or admire her (it was always one or the other)– did she allow for her facade to drop. Only under the warm sun was she able to relax, her toes curling in the soft sand, the light breeze combing through her thick chocolate locks, her freckles exposed for once, not covered with make up. The book in her hand was dull– fucking princes and princesses. What happened to the stories about dragons? Their adventures and exciting love lives! However, always, at all times, without exception– with a book in her hand, she felt good. Better, cozier. The familiar male voice reached her just in time for Scar to remember why she loved reading in the first place and she hummed in delight, firmly believing it was only her mind messing with her. Out of the corner of her mind, she noticed a figure approaching however, and heavens help her, she’d recognize his walk anywhere, anytime. Her stomach tightened and the heart pounding in her chest reminded her it wasn’t dead just yet. “Nicklas,” she uttered and mesmerized by the gentle way his name left her lips she peered up at him, speechless. To hell with speaking, she didn’t want to speak. Just gaze at him. Touch him. Feel him. However, she had to say something. “… You’re standing in my sun.” Godammit, Scarlett. Out of all terrible things she could’ve said…  Mrs. Edelweiss panicked and probably picked the absolute worst.

Ah, so it wasn’t just a mirage, is the only thought he has once she says his name right back. It’s weird, he was pretty sure it had been decades since she’d said his name, but he felt like he was sixteen and following her around the hallways of their high school like a lost puppy once again. He stares for a few more seconds, before he steps around her, giving her no real excuse to complain now that his shadow is cast on some other poor sunbather. “You - I can’t - Where did you go?” It’s all he can think of - no small talk, nothing else. He’s searched for answers for years upon years, and now he has the chance to actually grasp at that. “It’s - you were just gone and I tried to find you for years -” there was plenty more to that statement - he’d lived for years in a fog, he’d run away from everything he’d dreamed of, he’d disappeared into bottles and the company of anyone who’d have him, and the worst part was somewhere, deep down, he still fucking loved her - but all of that was counterintuitive to getting the answers. Right then, he needed to know where and why. The rest could wait. 

[nickyhammond]

fatelincs​:

“I’m sorry you did what?” Lizzie had been very glad to see her brother but this was the last thing she expected him to say. She bit her lip against smiling instead glancing over his shoulder at his car. “I guess we’d better get them in then? Thank you Nicky,”

“It’s just a few things, promise! You’re lucky you’re not far enough along to know whether I should be buying pink or blue stuff, or you’d have a hell of a lot more,” Nicky smiles and leads the way, handing his sister the smallest boxes, “If you’ve got any of this shit already, I can send it back. You know I won’t be offended, I’m not even sure if half of it will be useful.” 

[nickyhammond]

retiredvariety​:

@fortyhqstarter​

❝ anyone know what stupidity these balloons were set up for? it must die…there’s confetti in that, ❞ she said as the balloon exploded and a rain of confetti landed on her lap. well, it was decorative. her lips twitched some as she thought of what she might say if it happened at home…with riley and kayla. perhaps she’d take a few home with her. they wouldn’t be missed. ❝ pretty sure the decorator robbed a balloon factory. ❞

“oh, no idea,” nicky states, “i didn’t know they had a bunch of confetti in them, though. now i kind of want to pop them on people’s heads.” nicky was always looking for a way to make an annoyance of himself, so this was right in his wheelhouse. “do you think they’ve all got confetti, or just these?” 

[nickyhammond]

@fatelincs​

“i may have gone a bit overboard,” that’s never a good way to start a conversation right after showing up unannounced, but it was nicky, so things like that weren’t all that uncommon. “i got drunk a few nights ago and, well, drunk me decided you needed a bunch of stuff for the baby. anyways! i have like eight amazon boxes in the car.” 

[nickyhammond]

@scarredelweiss​

one glance up from the book he was reading and that was it. he was staring. there was no polite way to say it, but who could blame him? she looked exactly like scarlett did. sure, she looked a little different - a little sadder, but hadn’t he grown into someone a lot more depressed in the interim? but there was doubt - he’d had these moments before - although, they were far away from here, in new york and seattle. this was... different, somehow. he just knew it was her. nicky felt like a stupid teenager again all of a sudden, standing up slowly and approaching as if she were a mirage that would disappear at any moment. an uncharacteristic amount of nerves sat in his stomach as he approached. 

“scarlett?” he asks, his voice a lot quieter than he’d meant for it to be, his face hopeful but not yet convinced. 

[nickyhammond]

hey, guess who i just saw at the BEACH?  NICKLAS HAMMOND!  don’t they look good for 42 years old? they GREW UP IN ELMERTON, MOVED AWAY FOR A DECADE, AND RETURNED JUST 7 MONTHS AGO and he is a ROMANCE NOVELIST. they view the increase in tourism as POSITIVE and LIKE the retirees who moved here. a pinterest board of them would include A BROKEN TYPEWRITER, A PERFECT VIEW & A WATCH RUNNING A FEW MINUTES LATE. 

Hello!!!!!!!!! I’m Ferb and I’ve brought a fool, an idiot, a buffoon. His name’s Nicky and I would consider him to hold the title of “Everyone’s Favorite Shithead Younger Brother” for, like, forty years running. He’s highkey the worst and also annoying as all hell already - and all I’ve written for him is an intro. Anyways! if you want me to come to you for plots or starters like this and i’ll hit you up! you can also find me on discord if you’d prefer to plot here: swanronson#0806

STATS:

Full Name: Nicklas Thomas Hammond

Nickname: Nicky

Age: 41

Face-claim: Matthew Goode

Hometown: Elmerton, Florida

Education Level: Bachelor’s in English

Occupation: Romance Novelist

Zodiac Sign: Gemini ;  June 3rd

Label: The Raconteur

TIMELINE:

1979 - 1994 : Nicky grew up in Elmerton as the youngest of the Hammond family. He was, as all younger brothers are: annoying. He was the baby, stereotypically given the most attention due to his age and that definitely went to his head. He went through life with an inflated sense of self-importance, and that only propelled him into popularity in junior high and high school. It was his natural charisma that got him out of trouble, the way that he could turn it on and off, charming both teachers and his fellow students alike. He could wriggle his way out of any shitty situation he got into: from underage drinking citations to uneasy romances. 

1994-1997 : Nicky meets Scarlett and everything changes. He is the definition of a lovestruck teenager, trailing along after her and forgetting any of the other conquests he’d once fitted between indecisively. He’s convinced he’ll marry her one day, and his siblings tease him for having his head in the clouds. Then, one evening, she doesn’t answer his call. The phone’s off the hook in another room. And when he goes to school the next morning, Scarlett isn’t there. And her room is empty when he tries to sneak in through her window. He never understood why she left without even saying goodbye. 

1998-2008 : Nicky leaves Elmerton to try and find himself. After spending the last semester of his senior year in a depressed haze, acting completely unlike himself, he chooses to move away to attend University of Washington instead of an ivy league like he’d always hoped for. He just needs a change of pace, he tells everyone, and that’s exactly what he gets in Seattle. No one knew him there, it gave him a chance to remember the person he once was. He becomes a serial dater, never seeing the same person long enough to catch feelings. He doesn’t want to get hurt again. 

He writes a book during his first two years of grad school, and somehow the right person reads the manuscript. It’s published just two months after he graduates, and it’s actually a hit. It turns out, he might be the unluckiest in actual romance, but when he writes it, it sells. 

2009-2019 : Nicky moves to New York City, wondering how the other half lives. He rents a fancy penthouse with the advance for his next book and spends his days writing in coffee shops and chatting up anyone who gets near enough, his evenings in bars and his nights taking home whoever catches his eye. He spends almost a decade in this routine, and he never finds the right people. He published five more books in the meantime, but then he hits a wall - he’s got nothing to write about, anymore. 

2020 : Coming home seems like a terrible idea at first, but the second he can smell the sea air and feel the humidity, he knows he made the right decision. The problem is: Nicky falls into the same old habits, spending his afternoons in a cafe and evenings at the cave bar. He does manage to people home with him far less, which is an improvement. But still... nothing. He’d hoped the change of scenery would cure his writer’s block, but to no avail. Instead of actually sitting down and doing something about it, he elects to bother the hell out of his siblings and otherwise be a thorn in everyone’s side. After all, it is what everyone expects from him. 

A MEME THAT DESCRIBES HIM: 

[blossomfully]

Heartbreak makes poets of us all.

Vodka thoughts #5 (via blossomfully)

[ramibabe]

[legaciesladies]

[nescafes]

my entire life is me dropping things and whispering ‘fuck’

[stan-lees]

[anistonjen]

#relatable

[ghostsandgoblins]