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the-slytherin-writer-12 · 4 months

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could i modify my request? where she doesnt want kids and she just says yes to make him happy (she doesnt get pregnant) but shes so adamant she doesnt want kids, but she says yes anyway.

and then just make it really really angsty witu a happy fluffy ending (with reader still not wanting kids) thank you so much!! and thanks for allowing me to modify it!!

Thank you for requesting!! I sorta have experience with this, not really wanting kids myself. I’m sorry it took so long.

What Could’ve Been

Fandom: criminal minds

Pairing: husband!Spencer Reid x wife!reader

Warnings: angst, reader not wanting kids

Y/N sat on the couch reading a book in her apartment. Spencer had just gotten off a case and the BAU just landed. Spencer texted her when he landed, so she went ahead and made dinner.

As she turned the page of the book, she heard a key insert into her door. Moments later, she heard Spencer walk into the apartment, closing the door behind him.

“Hello, lovely.” He said warmly, starting to walk towards the couch. Y/N tilted her head back to rest against the back of the couch and smiled.

“Hi, Spence.”

When he reached where she sat, he leaned down and kissed her forehead. She smiled sweetly at her husband and went back to reading. Spencer braced his arms on the back of the couch and rested his chin on her shoulder. He glanced at what she was reading, quickly reading the words ‘kids’, ‘family’, and ‘future.’

The two of them had talked about kids a few times, not going into much detail. Everytime they did, Y/N would try to divert the conversation. Spencer, being the observant genius he is, caught on to her diversions and went along with him.

“Hey Y/N/N?” Spencer murmured against her shoulder. Y/N hummed in response but didn't look up from her book. Spencer straightened up and walked around to sit next to his wife. "Are we ever going to have kids?"

Y/N froze and slowly looked over at him.

"Where did that come from?"

Spencer merely shrugged and grabbed her hand resting on her leg. He started playing with her fingers. “JJ is going to have her baby soon, and I was just thinking, I guess.”

Y/N put her book down on the coffee table and turned towards him. She studied him for a minute, watching his fidgeting. When he played with her fingers, it meant he was thinking hard about something-something he couldn’t figure out.

“Do you want kids?” She asked slowly. Spencer shrugged and continued to play with her fingers.

“I would like it, yeah. Eventually. But, you know, we’re only getting older. I’m already 28, you’re 26. Our biological clocks are ticking. Once you turn 35, your pregnancy would be considered a geriatric pregnancy- not that we’d wait that long but y’know I’m just saying-and there are so many complications with them: there’s the risk of Down syndrome, the risk of premature birth-“

Y/N reached forward and grabbed his other hand to get his attention.

“Spence…” she said softly, hesitantly. Spencer’s shoulders deflated.

“I know, I just figured, y’know, you’d take into consideration the biological aspect and maybe….my feelings?”

This made Y/N deflate. She knew Spencer wanted kids. She did, too. It was just complicated.

Spencer noticed her hesitation. He looked up at her, finally, and sighed.

“Can you…just-just think about it, ok?”

Y/N nodded and looked at him.

“This doesn’t mean I don’t love you, y’know that right, Spence?”

Spencer nodded and smiled softly. Y/N gave him a small smile and stood up.

“Let’s eat dinner. ”

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A few weeks passed, the conversation seemingly forgotten. But in truth, Y/N had thought about it almost everyday.

She felt guilty. She knew Spencer wanted kids. She saw his excitement with the imminent coming of JJ’s son. She just couldn’t bring herself to genuinely want kids. But, she wanted to do it for Spencer.

So, one night, Spencer was lying in the bed and Y/N walked out of the bathroom. Spencer was in a T-shirt and pants, and was reading a book about chemical processes in the brain. Y/N crawled into bed, weaseling her way under his arm and laid on his chest. Spencer glanced down at her, kissed her forehead, then continued to read.

“Did you know that even though serotonin is thought to be found in the brain, the majority of it is actually found in the G. I. tract. Oh! And-“ he started.

“Let’s have a baby.”

This stopped Spencer in his tracks. He dropped his book and whipped his head to look down at Y/N.

“Y-you’re serious?” He asked breathlessly. Y/N merely snuggled into his chest, her hand going under his shirt. “Alright then.” He chuckled.

So they tried, for months, to have a baby. After about four months, Spencer was getting discouraged.

One day, Y/N had just finished her shift at the hospital and decided to visit the BAU. She visited Penelope first, chatting in her office. JJ ended up in there too.

“So, I hear you and boy genius are trying to get pregnant,” Penelope said, wiggling her eyes suggestively. JJ laughed at Penelope’s actions.

Y/N just chuckled awkwardly, playing with her wedding ring. The other two women glanced at each other.

“Uh oh, what’s with the fidgeting?” Penelope asked. Y/N stayed quiet. JJ sighed. She had known Y/N for as long as she had been at the BAU, and Y/N voiced her concerns about kids.

“You don’t want kids…..do you?”

Y/N put her head in her hands and started sobbing. Penelope immediately got up and crouched down beside Y/N.

“Honey, why haven’t you told Spencer this?” This only made Y/N sob harder.

“I-I’ve tried but he seems so d-dejected when I say I don’t w-want kids. I f-feel so guilty,” she sobbed out. Penelope looked at JJ who shook her head.

“Can I ask why?” Penelope asked softly. Y/N straightened up and wiped her eyes. She took a deep, shuddering breath to try and regain her composure.

“I didn’t have the best relationship with my mom. And she had an even worse one with hers. We always argued. It was so bad in my teen years, I was depressed. I don’t want that for my kids. I don’t want to continue the cycle. Even if I have a boy. I-I just can’t put my kids through that,” Y/N sniffled. Penelope and JJ just sat there.

“Why didn’t you tell me that?” Spencer’s voice rang from the doorway. The three women jumped, Y/N putting her head back in her hands and Penelope and JJ standing up. They silently walked out and Spencer took a seat across from Y/N. “Y/N….”

“I felt guilty. I didn’t want to take the opportunity from you to have kids. I know you love kids,” Y/N said, voice muffled by her hands. Spencer sighed and got up, crouching in front of his wife. He moved her hands away from her face and took her hands in his. She still didn’t look at him.

“Y/N/N will you look at me?” He asked softly. Y/N slowly glanced up and met his eyes with her own red-rimmed ones. “If you didn’t want kids, you should’ve told me. To grow up unwanted is the worst feeling for a kid. If you don’t want kids, that’s ok.”

“But Spence-“

“No, it’s ok,” he cur her off, cupping her face in his hands.

“I’m sorry,” she said, tears falling out of her eyes. Spencer smiled sadly and used his thumbs to wipe her tears away.

“I said it was ok, lovely. We can get a dog or something.”

Y/N let out a watery laugh and Spencer laughed along with her.

“I love you,” she said, leaning her forehead against his. Spencer leaned forward and kissed her softly.

“And I love you.”

#criminal minds x reader #criminal minds imagine #criminal minds #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid #emily’s library

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bougiebutchbitch · 4 months

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happy izzy headcanons, off the cuff:

ed's adhd ass remembers the most random shit about him that he said one time, like that his favorite color is green, he doesn't like sweets, and he used to feed a stray cat when he was a kid (despite not remembering ostensibly more important things / things that were repeated or told to him directly. RIP iykyk etc)

he called the cat Miss Lady and sometimes to get out of "playing" with "fellow" "children" and other such tedium, he would claim she was his boss and he had to go to work for her in her estate (he's like ≤8yo or something when he pulls this)

still has not gotten much better at lying than that tbh

his parents loved each other and him and his big sister very much. they were as happy as they could be in their level of poverty, and iz's youngest years were filled with unconditional love

he and his sister both got their first jobs at the same little shop, but izzy was immediately and comically fired for being crass and rude to customers lmao (also for wearing pants)

he was part of the navy for an astounding one (1) year before being discharged - equally comically - for being the singular most insubordinate little shit ever seen. regular punishments had absolutely no effect on his behavior, and though they threatened to do worse by that point they could not catch him.

his criminal record is just as long as ed's, but the bulk of his charges are morality based. he fucks so severely it is a crime. (not that hard to do really, at the time, but he's proud of it lol.)

Jewish

was taught to read english and hebrew as a kid (Jewish communities at the time had higher literacy on average than other groups & taught girls as well as boys to read, iirc)

can buy and sell in many languages, but can't really converse. is in the process of learning spanish from jim and french from frenchie (with much more unsavory instruction provided by roach, for surprise use on frenchie lmao)

not necessarily about izzy i guess lmao, but i have a scene that runs in my head of izzy telling jim something private in spanish and jim interrupting (but not fast enough) to yell that oluwande is fluent, to which olu nervously says "no, i forgot. those words. don't use 'em much, so. you know. whoosh. gone. didn't understand any of it."

he and anne fake dated way back, to make ed and mary jealous

he and jack tried this also, after it worked for anne but not for izzy, but in the process they accidentally dated for real (jack... might have had ulterior motives lmao)

takes ye olde hrt, in the form of an herbal tea recipe that he got from a midwife who clocked him at 50 paces. they are still friends.

bottom sub leaning, but still a vers switch!!!

explores his gender further, with encouragement and some minor guidance from wee john. he has a little bit of a crisis at first, wondering if he only felt like a man because he didn't make a very pretty woman, but he talks it all through in fits and starts - primarily in out of context ambushes - with john and jim, learns more about drag, etc, and eventually gets comfortable with being a man who pretends to be a woman sometimes and just happens to be very good at it due to certain biological advantages lol

later functionally becomes ed's drag mom, the way john was for him - featuring many more instances of dressing him up like he did for the party in season one

realizes after being folded into the found family that he LOVES cuddling, and physical intimacy of all kinds. like basically discovers acts of service is actually not his only love language. nothing makes him feel more content than being physically in sync with someone.

at some point pete decides he wants to stop being all talk and actually live up to all the shit he's bragged about, but he doesn't want everyone else to know and/or there to be any witnesses to him being bad at stuff at first. so he solicits secret lessons from izzy, and izzy gives them and keeps the secret without condition.

he's basically the gordon ramsay of piracy. if you're learning and you're working at it, he's patient and attentive. if you act like you don't have anything to learn or make claims you can't back up, he calls you a fucking donkey.

grows his hair out. adores having it played with.

takes his job as "unicorn" very seriously. all of his duties are pretty much assigned to him via his own perception of what the fuck being the ship's unicorn even means, but if he says something is or isn't his job everyone goes with it without question. he sometimes abuses this fact, but only with ed lmao.

has each member of the crew add their own x to his tattoo and ends up with a little constellation of slightly differently shaped stars across his cheek/temple

SHRIEKS IN JOY

oh these are PERFECT. Excuse me while i squeal over each and every one.

I KNOW THAT PAIN, ED, BABYBOY, DARLING, PRINCESS WITH A DISORDER. He is theeeee most ADHD gremlin. He will randomly describe in perfect detail a day from 10 years ago that Izzy only has the vaguest recollection of, down to the precise inflection in whatever Izzy said to make that moment stick in his mind - but he still doesn't know Izzy's birthday sldkfhgklsdfhg

oh no. OH NO. Tha'ts horrifically cute. And I love that Izzy is a gritty old pirate who can kill without a moment's hesitation - but he cannot tell a good fib to save his life lmao. It's the 'tism

:cris and holds happy baby Izzy close:

I'm WHEEZING at tiny angry scowly Izzy getting fired from a shop for being a bastard refusing to wear a dress, saying fuck this, running away to join the Navy where the wearing of dresses is not requisite, and almost immediately getting fired for STILL BEING A BASTARD. :chinhands: it's so him

I am just. Imagining. Lucius getting hold of Izzy's criminal record in S1 before they really get to know each other. And just being supremely confused that Izzy has actually walked the walk lmao

JEWISH IZZY JEWISH IZZY JEWISH IZZY :clutches that headcanon very close to my chest:

ohhhhhh gosh I LOVE the crew teaching each other casual little things.... language tutors Jim and Frenchie and co., my favourite. I wonder if Izzy teaches them a tiny bit of Hebrew, too? Or if he keeps that very close to his chest. (I love the headcanon that he and Ed are both Jewish, and it's part of what drew them together~)

SCREAMS at Izzy accidentally Revealing Things to Olu because he doesn't realise he speaks that much Spanish.... And at Jim warning him! I also imagine that like, AS SOON as Jim gives that warning, they get the fuck in front of Oluwande with a knife, juuuust in case Izzy goes for him - but Izzy just glares at Oluwande, jerks a nod, and mutters 'first time I've given a man amnesia without having to hit him in the head'. Oluwande awkward-laughs and flees, but though Izzy's a tiny bit wary of him for a few weeks, he doesn't stab him?? So, y'know, success?

also, as ever, I am OBSESSED with Jim and Izzy being casual quiet trans buddies and helping each other out now and then. :gently pushes my headcanon of Izzy helping Jim acquire Ye Olde Top Surgery towards the fandom on a silver plate:

FAKE DATING FAKE DATING AHHHHHHHHHHH

CJIZZY AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHh (I love Jack being like. 'Yeah I'll fake date you to make Ed jealous, Izzy :D Yeah, absolutely no strings attached. Yeah we're not gonna actually fuck or anything. Of course.' then pulling EVERY string available to get in Izzy's pants dsfklghkdsfgkdlsgf

YESSS TO BOTTOM SUB LEANING VERS SWITCH IZZYYYYYY he has the range, darling! I love the idea that he was Ed's service top for ages, and is legit good with a strap~ >:3c Almost as much as I love subby top Izzy who always comes too soon and goes jellylegged so his partner has to sigh and take over and fuck him into the mattress while telling him what a disappointment he is (which, ofc, only makes him wetter). ......Yes, I blame carryme for this one entirely.

TRANSMASC DRAG QUEEN IZZY TRANSMASC DRAG QUEEN IZZY - I vibe with this on a spiritual level. Also: I can imagine Izzy was REALLY rigidly 'I am a man so I have to be masculine' as a result of internalised transphobia/fear of discovery, so this whole process of realising he can do whatever the fuck he wants, actually, involves a lot of unworking of societal assumptions and confronting past traumas and fears, and Wee John only meant to share something transgressive and fun with Izzy but now Drag Hour is therapy hour too. And honestly, it's good for him and Izzy and Jim, and Izzy's expression goes this amazing mix of offended and delighted and terrified and excited whenever he realises that yes, he is allowed to present himself however he likes and he will 'still be a man'. Although I do think he might draw the line at dresses, and keep to more andro drag? Like, he tries on a pretty dress ONCE and it's a bit Too Much when he sees himself in the mirror - but that's completely okay too, and Wee John and Frenchie are more than happy to help with tailoring outfits that he actually likes!

i AM SCREAMING AT IZZY BEING ED'S DRAG MUM YES YES YES YES YES

ohhhhh.... Izzy being just an absolute cuddle magnet.... be still my heart. I like to imagine that he was too awkward to approach anyone at first, but was SUPREMELY touch starved, so he'd sneak into the cuddle pile on deck at night and then try to wake up in the morning before everyone else. But of COURSE, everyone realises and knows and thinks it's very cute and one day when he tries to make his usual escape (moving slow to try and draw out the warmth and the contact, as well as so as not to wake anyone up) Lucius sleepily grabs his wrist and grumbles, "Izzy, staaaaaay". And, well. How can Izzy say no to that?

PETE IZZY FRIENDSHIP AHHH???? I would read that fic in a heartbeat.

Vis-a-vis the Gordon Ramsey comparison: he has ABSOLUTELY called poor Stede an 'idiot sandwich'

LONG HAIR IZZYYYYYYYYY AHHHHHHHH

Izzy wearing each of the crew's little 'x' kissy marks besides Ed's.... oh, be still my heart. This one got to me. That cheek and his neck and chest are just a map of tiny stars and - OHHHHHHHHHHH you know they're all getting gently smooched

#Izzy Hands #ofmd izzy #our flag means death #ofmd edward teach #ofmd ed teach #YES EXCELLENT #ofmd jim #I AM HOLLERING

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woso-dreamzzz · 25 days

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hey long anon back (another anon said they agreed w the “long anon” and that actually made me smile) here to apologize again out of courtesy of this long message even if you’ve said not to hehe (sorry for not listening to u)

WHAT THE HELL!!?!1!3?2?32 oh my lord. that ending is such a great way to leeway into what i assume will be the break point between jenni and alexia’s endings. thanks for already breaking my heart… again.

i was just wondering throughout this part if bambi was going to be considered for her own input on this decision. she’s obviously young but she’s ultimately going to be the one most affected by these decisions… but upon reflection i guess it would be hard to conduct that sort of conversation. maybe we can put bambi in an interrogation room and just straight up ask her who she prefers and connect her to a lie detector test (what’s another round of trauma going to do to her at this point? kidding. love u bambi i’m here for u and u only now) but seriously i feel like bambi’s rationale or input on how she’s feeling about either jenni or alexia is sort of needed… idk. maybe it’s just me?

eli telling alexia to think with her head and not her heart is so so real. both jenni and alexia definitely have their own opinions but i still do think jenni’s being more rational about everything—(hear me out alexia agenda) jenni has always wanted bambi and even if she’s expressed jealousy that she was alexia’s and not jenni’s… jenni ultimately has always thought about what was best FOR bambi. the argument that bambi is biologically alexia’s and thus should stay with her isn’t my cup of tea because it isn’t a matter of who claims the child… it’s a matter of who is the better caretaker. jenni’s proven to be just that. she’s had her pitfalls: not immediately realizing the signs of meningitis (even if it DID seem like she clocked symptoms but not what was happening… if that makes sense), inadvertently frightening bambi in the hospital. but what she does is always FOR bambi, and that manifests itself in her mindset and actions.

for alexia things seem unnatural. a lot in terms of bambi was sort of done for alexia and her own feelings/gain. injured i, for example—i sort of got the feeling alexia snapped at eli so she could hold bambi to regulate her feelings, to try and make herself feel better now that she’s lost her chances at playing in the euros. she comments that she’ll be able to spend more time now with bambi but that feels so bitter to me. putting bambi in football even if there were no results and then being disappointed was for herself too—it shows especially in her pride of jaume being a footballer later on. eli’s the one to suggest ballet and then alexia feels proud because bambi’s got alexia’s determination and drive. and it sucks she only truly sees this drive because she never used to spend time at the studio anyway. at the price of bambi’s happiness (to see her mother watching her at something she loves to do) alexia chooses to routinely run errands instead. buying her trains was probably the only thing done FOR bambi to flourish her interests and it makes me so upset bc even after all that i still feel bad for alexia 😭

again jenni is rational and knows her place. bambi is biologically alexia’s, and alexia has the last say. she’s respectful and won’t admit her deeper, darker feelings towards alexia’s now-tainted relationship with bambi. i like that her sole focus is bambi (the fact she’s thought through the ballet studio near her apartment and the fact that her club is good for childcare too has me so soft.) and while alexia’s made THE bad™️ mistake, and she IS trying to make things right… her rationale is to keep bambi for herself. to fulfill the perfect family picture she’s painted in her mind. there are instances where she admits jenni’s probably better (because she is) and so i’m lost again truly trying to imagine what it’d be like in alexia’s ending over jenni’s. would jenni still be present in bambi’s life in alexia’s version? can jenni move back to spain in either outcome? that way (again) bambi’s not uprooted from her entire family in spain and so jenni can ultimately be bambi’s primary caretaker and easily facilitate bambi seeing eli and alba <3

alright idk if i’ve made any sense… sorry if i didn’t 🫣 ps. thank you for treat you better iii <3 codi’s my most favourite person ever tbh. flowers for you and for codi! 💐 what’s your fav flower?

Bambi didn't get any input at all. It was completely out of her hands, mainly because she doesn't fully understand the situation she is in despite it all revolving around her. She doesn't understand the intricacies and just how close she was to having it affect her in a much more severe way. There's a chance that if they ask her then she'll choose whoever is her current favourite. She can't think about the long-term effects of her decision. But she should have gotten some input but Eli's right. Alexia (at the moment) has all the rights to Bambi so if she doesn't want to do something then nobody can force her to.

Jenni has always been in Bambi's corner from the very beginning but she definitely does have her pitfalls and the longer the situation goes on the more jealous and spiteful she gets. She's been caring for Bambi for at least a month now and Bambi's at that age where she mimics what she sees and all Alexia can see in Bambi now is Jenni. The only thing she has to grab onto (proof that Bambi is still her daughter) is that they're biologically related. That and Bambi having Alexia's drive is the only thing Alexia can think of that still gives her a connection to Bambi.

My favourite thing is when you guys pull in the wider context of the previous parts and the little things in the future too. Alexia in Injured is inherently selfish in her parenting style sometimes (it's something she works on in the future though). She is successful in football and she wants the other aspects of her life to be successful too and sometimes she's a bit blinded in her chase for her idea of a perfect family which is slightly what happened with Bambi. She was too busy showing off her perfect new child that she forgot about her other perfect child.

I mentioned it before but being a mother (at least to Bambi at first) didn't come easy to Alexia. She suffered severely from PPD after Bambi's birth and even when she recovered, those feelings (and guilt) were still there implicitly and they definitely come out sometimes when interacting with Bambi. Again, it's something she works on in the future because no matter what Alexia feels that she just can't be a good mother to Bambi sometimes (which is where she admits that Jenni definitely just does it better than her) but on the other hand, she knows she can be a good mother. Alexia wants to be selfish because she knows she can be the mother Bambi deserves but she also knows that she can't be too selfish because Bambi deserves the best chance at life too and that might not be with her.

Jenni would definitely be in some aspects of Bambi's life in Alexia's Version but to a much lesser degree. Her friendship with Alexia in that version never quite heals because she will never get over Alexia not letting her keep Bambi.

At some point in Jenni's Version, they move back to Spain but not immediately. Jenni still has commitments in Mexico and the distance from Spain and Alexia is probably good for Bambi at the moment.

Codi is my underrated fav. Her little badge tap when she lifted the trophy was so sweet. She's such a cutie. Jonas needs to play her more.

My favourites are tulips 💐

#asks #bambi

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fitzrove · 1 year

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What kind of professor is Abronsius anyway?

Without calling out any writing in particular, I must say that it always makes me feel a bit weird when fics have prof. Abronsius be something like an anthropologist, linguist, cultural studies researcher, historian or even theologist. His approach is so deeply biological and physical that I have a hard time wrapping my head around it. At the same time, though, I get the urge to put him in those other categories - after all, that's the type of researchers that would study vampires (or vampire-related beliefs) IRL. But still...

My thoughts are based on following things in the show:

Abronsius' colleagues not understanding him and thinking he's a bit of a lunatic. If he was studying vampire-related beliefs in Transylvania, there would be little reason for a fellow cultural studies scholar etc to be disappointed or bewildered! Although I guess there could be church interference? But based on my historical and cultural knowledge, the Lutheran church of the 19th and 20th centuries (the now defunct Königsberg uni was protestant and more specifically Lutheran) wasn't that strict about "heresy" (even though they were quite strict about morality).

Him wanting to pickle Krolock in formaldehyde XD

A lot of focus on physical observations, practical vampire-slaying and hands-on stuff; a mechanical, "cold and hard" worldview, even. And him saying he took apart a cuckoo clock as a small child - very practical, empirical knowledge. His goal is to prove vampires exist concretely, not to examine why they have such cultural influence and power in the region.

His most famous (?) book is about bats!

Things that contradict this:

Aristoteles, Empedokles, Aeneas, Parmenides... Most of the ppl he lists enthusiastically in Bücher were political scientists or philosophers, with some mathematicians and doctors thrown in. Though this could be explained away with Abronsius being well-read, fancying himself a polymath of sorts and admiring the "great men of science" of the past. And like I said, a bunch of premodern scientists were kinda "jack of all trades" about it.

So tl;dr, I think Abronsius is a rogue biologist who got a little too invested after studying vampire bats for many years.

As for Alfred, I guess that makes him a biology student (could also be a medical student? Maybe that's me projecting what I know of 19th century Finnish scientists: a lot of them were folklorists and linguists in addition to their "primary" position as doctors), although that's left a lot more ambiguous. I think he probably isn't very passionate about his field anyway.

#tanz der vampire #analysis #meta #kinda #i was gonna make a shitpost but made this instead xD

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soralinklokidottirofmirkwood · 5 months

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Clone of mischief: spider trio x child reader part 7.

Loki turns Y/N into a baby after stripping her of her powers indefinitely.

Jolly, the spider trio and the avengers are all looking at you in awe as you’re being held by your clone/father while looking at them in curiosity "doesn't she remember us?" Peter asked as you sucked on your pacifier. "Could it be an effect when Loki took away her powers?" Wanda asked "This is her biological age." Bruce said reading your files but his eyes widened in agony as he read on "They made her grow up fast in hopes of starting her training shortly after she was made." Bruce said now in rage "They took two months of her childhood from her." Bucky said equally in rage. "HYDRA will pay for doing this to a sweet innocent child." Natasha said butting her gun "We should have swung those psychopaths to the government." Ned said "It's a good thing the Spiderlings got to that base before they did worse to Little trickster." Tony said in a matter of fact tone with a heavy sigh "I guess three months is harsh so let's shorten your grounding for the rest of the month." Tony said to the three young heroes who cheered "ahhh but next time you kids do something stupid like that again it's really gonna be three months. Do I make my self clear?" Tony asked sternly "Yes sir." The three teens said together.

The room was silent for a while until a small sneeze was heard causing everyone to look at you "Bless you darling." Loki said as Clint gave him a wipe to clean your nose while your cooing at your Clone/Father everyone else couldn't help but smile at the scene before them "She's so cute." Peitro fangirled at you as you’re looking at everyone in pure curiosity until the sound of your stomach growling was heard making you start to whimper "I'll get her a bottle." Clint said walking out of the room "Shhhhh it's ok darling." Loki said bouncing you up and down as Clint came back with a bottle of formula in hand.

Loki takes it to feed you and you happily drank it "Slow down princess." Loki chuckled while you drank your formula happily.

With your tummy full you yawned with a squeak and feel asleep on your clone/father.

Looking at the clock the adults saw that it was 9:00 "Ohh it's your bedtime little one." Loki gets up from the couch to take you to your new nursery.

In your nursery Loki change's your diaper, swaddles you in your blanket, puts your bunny next to you and gives you a kiss on the forehead "Good night darling." He said turning off the light but turns on the nightlight.

After he puts you to bed he walks back to the living room with the avengers to watch something unaware that Friday got the whole thing on camera and is sending it to the avengers.

#platonic #the avengers #spider trio #dad loki #peter parker #mj jones #ned leeds #x child reader #x you

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gothamslostboy · 11 months

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Hello! I was wondering if you could write a fic with a ftm prompt? I was thinking David x Micheal (ftm) or any of the lost boys characters with something relating to a ftm? Sorry if it’s a bit vague! Some comfort or fluff is really nice! Thank you so much! - 🦝

A/N: hey 🦝! Sorry this took so long. I love trans Michael. I’d also like to apologize, I got lost in the story and there’s not as much comfort fluff as I originally planned. I hope you still like it:]

Decisions Transpire Here

DAVID MICHAEL

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Michael, We’ve been waiting at the boardwalk for 20 minutes. Don’t they teach manners in Ariz- I turn around at the sound of David’s voice, and though I’m only frozen for less than I second, it’s too long. By the time I’ve thrown myself to the floor, he’d already seen me. I should’ve locked the door.

That what I think it is? Of all the times for David to barge into my room, this had to be one of the worst. Reaching up to grab my testosterone vial, I tuck myself under my bed after 3 missed grabs. Umm, heroin? Yes. Yes it is. I do my best to sound convincing, but my panic slips through. Damn that’s a bad cover. No one would just stand in the middle of their room to do heroin, much less inject it in their thigh. I’ve only been hanging out with these guys for less than a month and I’ve already blown it. What? The noise of David’s feet coming closer drown out most of his laughter.

Relax Michael, you’re not the first transgender person I’ve come across. Oh. He figured that out much quicker than I thought he would. I guess just wearing my binder and boxers probably helped there. Uh, oh. Cool. My mind is racing as we sit in silence, trying to figure out where the conversation goes from here. We moved away from Phoenix for a fresh start, a place without dad, where no one except my family would know that I wasnt always a Michael.

David tosses himself onto my bed, a cloud of dust hitting my face on impact. A begin to cough, and I hear a very ingenuine whoops. The bed frame creaks as he makes himself comfortable. Come on, time to come out, Well, in the other way. Bad enough you’re late to meet up with us, do you really wanna stand the boys up entirely? I push down my embarrassment as I slide out into view. Picking myself up, I place my vial on the nightstand and scan the room for a clean shirt.

We agreed to meet at 8:00? How is 7:28 late? I gesture towards my clock, the red numbers glowing in the darkened corner of my room. Clocks wrong. It’s now, he stops snooping through my nightstand just long enough to read his watch, 8:36. I push my head through my neck hole, pulling my jeans up swiftly as a grab his wrist.

Shit. Sorry man, let’s go. Ump bup bup! David twist his hand until he has a hold on me. Let’s talk for a second. I scoff out my nervousness as I try to discreetly release his grasp, to no avail. What about the guys? Aren’t they just waiting for you to get back? I’ll let them know we’ll be a second. He scoots to one side of my bed and essentially drags me on the other. Oh yeah? Didn’t know you had a secret landline from my room to the middle of the boardwalk. He has a smug smile, like what I said was the funniest thing he’s heard tonight.

Don’t worry about it Michael. Why’d you duck under the bed? The abrupt shift into seriousness almost makes me want that stupid grin back. I mean, why’d you come in without knocking heh heh, people do weird things. I want to look at the floor, but I can’t escape this stare down I’ve entered with David. We won’t judge you. We all have something, different about us. The way he emphasizes his words sends a chill down my spine.

If there was a way to make you biologically male, would you do it? I Tilt my head, trying to figure out what David’s doing. Well, duh? No matter the cost? Even if it makes some see you as a monster? I shift in my spot, unsure what his game is here. I mean, they already do. Might as well be the true me. What ever he’s trying to do, it seems I answered correctly.

He moves to his feet quickly, striding towards my door. Believe me, you’re no monster Michael. remember you’re answer. There’s a change of plans, we’re going to the cave. Why? I’m going to give you what you want, all it’ll take is a drink. I dont realize he’s serious until after I’m already laughing. You don’t believe me? He turns back to face me, leaning down to eye level with me on the bed. If that was possible, every trans person in the world would’ve done it.

It’s true alright Michael, he extends his gloved hand to me as he straightens his stance. Do you really want to miss out on the chance because you don’t trust me? What will it be? A leap of faith, or a mortal life never knowing? I take his and and do my best to ignore the part of me, screaming danger.

What the hell, what’s the worst that could happen?

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hackerqueen · 8 months

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Summer Love

Chapter 2: I Ain't Worried

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I'll never forget the first time I saw Jake shirtless. Seriously.

July 7, 2014

The end of the first week of July attacked California with a huge heat wave. It was practically impossible to survive on the streets, and the only place of solace was the calm ocean water cooling down the heated body. Of course it was temporary, but always something.

Jane and I were there practically every day, but today my cousin was not at home. She went to her boyfriend's for the night, leaving me alone and withered by the cosmic temperature.

I was damned bored. Therefore, I didn't waste a minute more but headed to my aunt's neighbor's house. Namely, Jake's mom.

I bit my lip and started knocking on the door. In my spirit I prayed that his mom would not be home. Actually it didn't matter; I went out with my him every few days. Most of these meetings consisted of evening rides in his car, which he got for his 18th birthday, and our arguments or teasing.

I felt good in his company. Despite the apparent difference in our characters, we got along ... quite well. Jake was a great guy and I envied people who had him on a daily basis.

After a few minutes, the door swung open and in the threshold I saw a sleepy Jake with disheveled hair wearing a white oversize T-shirt and red and black plaid pants.

And just maybe my heart started beating a little faster at that sight.

– Christ, MC, are you haunting me even in the morning already? – he said, and his voice was hoarse. Despite his words, he opened the door wider, letting me in.

– Nice to see you too, Jake. – I replied, entering the cooler room, which immediately gave me relief – Besides, it's already after 1 pm, ignorant.

The boy closed the door and yawned completely ignoring my comments about his biological clock.

– May I know what urgent matter sent you here at such an inhuman hour?

– Do you want to go to the lake? - I asked directly, making puppy dog eyes to convince him. The boy, however, seemed unconcerned.

– With the fishes? No, thank you.

– Wait, you're scared of fish? – I asked trying not to laugh. Jake seemed too serious to be afraid of such things.

– They're just so..slimy – he confessed while shrugging in disgust which made me giggle. I guess he wasn't fully awake.

– Slimy?

– Slimy. – he replied, pulling out an energy drink from the refrigerator

– Do you even still have internal organs? – I walked over and tapped on his chest, where his heart should be. I looked at him with feigned seriousness to give him the tragic information. – It's not beating. These shits have gnawed them all out of you.

The Jake's hand tapped my forehead forcing me to move away. My face lit up again with a smile. Damn, how could it be that smiling was easier with him?

– Do you know we're going to go on that beach anyway? – I asked with confidence in my voice. Seeing his resolute expression I rolled my eyes – Oh, come on, grumpy face, it will be fun!

– Absolutely not.

* * *

– Why do you always manage to persuade me? – he groaned, combing his hair with his hand while I spread a blanket on the sand – This is why I hate summer.

– Personal charm, my dear. – I almost sang out, sitting down on the material, and Jake joined in a moment later. The sun was shining straight into my face, which already seemed sweaty enough. – Ugh, I'm so hot!

– Loving your confidence. – he muttered accusingly causing me to punch him in the arm

– Oh shut up. – I grabbed the bottom of my T-shirt to pull it over my head. Then Jake coughed violently and I looked at his embarrassed face. – What? After all, I'm not going to sit here like a nun or there will be popcorn left of me.

I took off my T-shirt leaving me in a red swimsuit top. I looked out of the corner of my eye at Jake's flushed cheeks. It must be the temperature.

I heard a loud whistling in front of me, which made me raise my eyes. A boy in his 20s or so looked at me suggestively, but immediately walked away as soon as he saw that Jake, who was accompanying me, was taking off his shirt and sending him an unpleasant look. I turned to face Jake and was nearly clobbered.

Teenage hormones were bubbling as I moved my gaze over his slightly defined arm muscles as well as his abdomen. The pendant that hung loosely from his neck perfectly matched the sculpture of his body and....

Damn it, MC stop checking him out!

I forced my gaze back to his eyes and knew that my earlier act had not taken place without his knowledge. A slight, yet cocky and confident smile stretched his lips. I bestowed a hostile look on him, raising an eyebrow.

– Why did you do this?

– I don't know what you are talking about. – he said looking away and laying down, laying his head on his backpack. Through my meaningful silence, he sighed and forced himself to answer – It looked like he was trying to flirt with you.

I smiled victoriously.

– So you're jealous?

– No.

His answer was immediate which only put me in a better mood.

– But you like me.

– I tolerate you more than most people. – Jake's typical response

Some time later we went to a nearby beach bar to buy something to drink. My attention was caught by a box filled with ice, in which two bottles of wine were placed. I looked pleadingly in Jake's direction to which he firmly shook his head.

– No, box wine does not count as keeping yourself hydrated. – he recited as if he were reading a pamphlet from a doctor. I stuck out my middle finger in his direction.

– What can I get you, Jake? – asked the bartender, who turned out to be a friend of Jake's

– Two Sex on the beach. – he replied, and the bartender smiled provocatively and winked in our direction, then started making drinks

– Oh really? – I teased him

– I will throw the drink on you. – he replied smiling artfully

Not being 21 was not a problem in this bar. Familiarity was enough.

I couldn't hold back my laughter as I looked over at Jake, who was seated under one of the umbrellas, putting on his sunglasses and slowly sipping his drink while giving a shit about the whole world around him. When he heard my laughter, he pulled off his glasses and, with one eye squinted through the sun, asked.

– What is it this time?

– The energy you have is tired dad energy.

– I don't have kids? And I don't want to? – he furrowed his eyebrows in incomprehension and his obliviousness amused me even more

– Still, you're gonna be a DILF. – I finished shamelessly, and a short laugh filled his lips

Christ, and that sound was so lovely.

With him I let go of all my brakes. I knew him for two weeks, yet they seemed like two years.

– You're too quiet, and you never want to talk about yourself, why? – I asked curiously, watching him refill his drink

– You talk plenty enough for both of us. – he replied simply to which I tilted my head to the side in disbelief

– I just... Hey! – I shouted as he took my drink and began to drink it to the end, rudely looking into my eyes

Drinking from the same straw is almost like kissing, isn't it?

– Give it back! – I tried to grab the glass, however, the boy used his advantage and pulled his hand up every time I tried to take back my property – You are unbelievable!

And so arguing we were watched by some tourists however then no one else counted but him. And I saw the same in his eyes. The whole world around us disappeared, there was only us and we didn't worry about anything.

#duskwood jake #duskwood #duskwood jake x mc #jake duskwood #duskwood mc #duskwood fanfiction #duskwood game #duskwood everbyte #duskwood fandom #everbyte duskwood #Spotify

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Pt. 2: Life Series Post Apoc AU

[Etho-centric AU with characters from the life series/ 3rd life/ last life/ double life/ lim life (and possibly HC). I hope you enjoy! :) ]

Context: life-series characters were all in university/college/recently graduated in Canada when the apocalypse happened. Now they try to survive together.

Pt. 1

“Did you find anything good?”

The warm glow of the fire washed over us as we entered the base, Scott securing the door behind us. Jimmy looked at us expectantly from the chair near the fire where he was polishing his sword.

“Well.” Pearl shifted her backpack to the floor and began unwrapping her layers of frozen clothing. “I ‘spose that depends on what you define as good.”

“How far did you go?” Scott asked, helping me untether my crossbow from my harness. “It’s getting dark; I was worried.”

Pearl glanced at her watch. “It’s only 3PM! Stupid Canadian winters with their early sunset and snow.”

“It’s the price you pay for long summer days,” I noted. “We walked about 10 kilometers east-”

“North-east,” Pearl corrected.

“.... okay, north-east. As far as the town over the mountain. Most places have been looted, but we found a few useful things.”

Pearl pulled a yellow sweater out of her bag and tossed it to Jimmy. “Here, Jim; it’s your color.”

“Ah, sweet!”

“Find anything for the Forge?” Tango appeared in the doorway holding a screwdriver.

The Forge was what we called our workshop, the place where us engineers created and maintained the technology that allowed us to survive. Our ongoing project was Scar’s wheelchair, but the most pressing current issue was power. We had relied on a gas-powered generator until recently, when gas had become more difficult to find. Since then, Tango, Impulse, BigB, Mumbo, and I had switched our focus to alternate energy sources.

“No gas for the generator, unfortunately. But we found a few other things on your list.” I handed him a bag of nails. “I know it’s not exactly what we need for the waterwheel -”

Tango sighed. “We’ll work with what we have. We could really use some fresh timber, though; I’d love to have this wheel finished before the ice thaws in the creek.”

“Tango, even if they found timber, It’s not like they could even carry it all the way home,” Jimmy noted astutely. “Lugging huge slabs of wood 10 kilometers through the snow? No thank you.”

Pearl and I exchanged glaces. “Actually, we may have a solution for that.”

“What?” Jimmy set his sword to the side, instantly intrigued.

“It will take some time to set up...”

“What will? What is it?”

“... but, with some patience, we should be able to make it work.”

“Oh come on, guys! What is it? What did you find?”

There was a spark in Pearl’s eye as she paused, building anticipation. “Horses.”

Jimmy, Tango, and Scott stared at her. “Horses? Like, wild horses?”

“They let us get pretty close,” I said. “I think they were domesticated at one point, and they’ve learned to survive on their own. We just need to re-tame them.”

“Did you tell Bdubs about this?” Scott asked. “He’ll be ecstatic!”

“I’ll tell him when he wakes up.” [I knew Bdubs was already asleep - somehow his biological clock corresponded perfectly with the rising and setting of the sun. We could fairly accurately predict what time the sun rose based on when Bdubs was awake.] “I know taming horses is a difficult task, but -”

“When has that stopped us before?” Tango grinned. “If we can create an intruder detection system, we can definitely tame some horses.”

“Yeah!” Jimmy chimed in enthusiastically. “We’ll have a whole posse by the time we’re done! Canadian cowboys!”

Pearl chuckled. “I guess we know what we’re doing tomorrow.” She bent down to unpack the rest of her bag. “I found some rope that could be useful, and we should probably design a stable….” Her face wrinkled in confusion as she pulled a large box out of her bag. “Etho, did you put a book in here?”

“.... yes.”

“That’s why my bag was so heavy!” Pearl shifted the box onto the floor and shot me a reproachful glace. “Why didn’t you carry it?”

“Well, I thought we were sharing. And we had space.”

“What book is it, anyway?” Scott asked, peaking curiously over Pearl’s shoulder as she opened the box. “The Mysterious Island by Jules Verne. That’s the guy who wrote 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea.”

“It’s a sequel, sort of,” I explained. “It was one of my favorite books as a kid.”

“You couldn’t have picked a favorite book that was smaller? And paperback?” Pearl complained, but I knew she was as happy as I was to have some sort of entertainment on these cold winter nights.

“At the very least, it’s a decent amount of kindling for the fire,” Jimmy teased.

“I think it might be useful in other ways, actually.”

“How so?”

“It’s a story of a group of soldiers who are marooned on an island,” I explained. “They built a settlement to survive.”

“Published in 1875?” Scott flipped through the first few pages. “Are you sure this will be useful?”

“The technology they had then is pretty similar to what we’re confined to now. They had to create their own forge, smithy, and brickworks, and they even wired a telegraph system.”

“Hmm.” Tango peered at the book through his red-rimmed glasses. “Sounds inspirational.”

“It’s what inspired me to study engineering.”

“Well, I’m sure it will be a great read.” Scott gently placed the book on the mantle. “Let’s get these things put away, fix some supper, and then start the first chapter.”

“Sounds like a plan!”

I glanced at the book, half-illuminated by flickering flames, as I pulled more supplies out of my pack. There was another reason why I kept it. The story wasn’t just about a group of friends fighting for survival - it was about a mysterious island. There was a presence on the island, a hand behind the scenes, a force powerful and unknown to the settlers. A presence all too familiar to our own settlement.

There was anticipation in the air. I noticed it in the way Tilly - Pearl’s dog - growled at the whispering wind at night, the way there happened to be a medieval weapons museum in a nearby town, the way we had found more medical supplies in the past week than in the past year, the way the herd of horses had wandered into our territory. The way we hadn’t seen a single person since we had escaped to my grandfather’s cabin. The way our entire friend group had survived the apocalypse.

Maybe I was being paranoid, my traumatized brain picking out all the patterns it could find. It was a bit ridiculous to think that there might be a higher power manipulating our circumstances, but I had gained the skill of open-mindedness over the past few years, and nothing much could surprise me after what my friends and I had experienced. I didn’t know what lay in our future. I just knew that whatever happened, we needed to be prepared for what was coming.

#yogurtgeekau #life series au #life series #ethoslab #pearlescentmoon #scott smajor #solidarity gaming #tangotek #mumbo jumbo #the mysterious island #finally i get to write about one of my favorite books #au

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gggoode · 2 years

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a little bit of writing for u !

I said I would post this and here u go bon appetit!!! trying to remember that not everyone is in my time zone and posting this at a time x

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Crystal was literally obsessed with Gigi.

In all the time they’d been together, people kept warning them that the novelty would wear off. The honeymoon period would be over and it would become monotonous and they’d become one of those couples who did nothing but complain about each other.

It hadn’t happened yet, though. They’d been together for six years, married for four, and if anything Crystal was only getting more enamoured with her.

She’d watched her develop into a more confident and assured version of herself, achieving more and more in her career. She’d made a name for herself in fashion, still professionally going by Gigi Goode since she thought the alliteration was nice. Crystal agreed.

Tonight they were at a fashion show. Crystal used to feel out of place at these things but despite being a fairly private person Gigi always gravitated to her as soon as she could, always proud to be on her arm despite Crystal dressing a bit less ‘conventionally’ than most other people at any given event.

There was a runway at tonight’s event which Crystal always liked. She kept her phone close to her chest, snapping pictures and videos when she particularly liked a look.

She’d been with Gigi for long enough that she thought she’d be used to her appearance by now, but she still lost her breath when she stepped onto the runway.

Today she was in white, a short floaty dress with a long train fluttering behind it. Her red hair was curled and piled elegantly on top of her head, and Crystal didn’t think anything in the world could look prettier.

She couldn’t stop herself from grinning as she walked the runway. Gigi looked serious and professional and sexy until she made eye contact with Crystal on her way past. Then she grinned and pressed a little kiss to her fingertips, throwing it Crystal’s way with a wiggle of her fingers.

Crystal caught it and pressed it to her cheek, but she was distracted by the man beside her speaking. “I think she just blew me a kiss,” he said.

Crystal was so bewildered that she couldn’t control her expression.

“What, you think it was for you?” the man asked incredulously.

“Maybe,” Crystal said.

The man just snorted.

The models walked again at the end of the show, Gigi looking stunning in the midst of them, and Crystal applauded until the lights came up again and the music stopped.

Everyone filed out of the hall to the reception area. Crystal snagged a glass of champagne and hung back to wait. She was happy to stand alone, but the man who’d been beside her earlier sidled up and stood a little too close.

“I hope there’s no hard feelings from earlier,” he said, hand on his hip as he loosened his tie. “I guess everyone wants to believe they could get a bit of attention from a girl like that.”

Crystal hummed. “I guess so.” If she were drunker she might have made a comment about how much attention she’d gotten from Gigi in bed last night but she didn’t bother.

Instead she’d just bide her time.

“Do you think she has a boyfriend? I know the career types pretend not to be interested but the biological clock is always ticking,” the man said.

Crystal made a face.

“Pull all the faces you want, it’s the truth,” the man said, giving Crystal a condescending pat on the shoulder.

Crystal wanted to hit his hand away but there was a little commotion at the other end of the hall as the models and designers emerged from backstage. Most of them milled around in a group, but one broke away.

Gigi. She literally got prettier every time Crystal saw her and it was getting ridiculous.

The man leaned closer when he noticed her approaching. “Guess I was right,” he murmured.

Crystal paid him no attention. She opened her arms and Gigi sped straight into them, throwing her arms around Crystal’s neck. “You’re not supposed to look so hot in the audience, it’s distracting,” she said, leaning heavily against her.

It was everything Crystal could do not to spill champagne down her back, but she managed to keep them both upright and dry. “It’s your fault, you dressed me this morning,” she reminded her. “You look so beautiful, Geege.”

Gigi smoothed down the front of her outfit and Crystal tried not to let her eyes linger too long on the deep V-neck of the dress which went almost all the way to her belly button. “I think I’d like to wear something like this if we ever do one of those second wedding things,” she mused.

Crystal bit back a smug little smile. Just like always, Gigi had said the perfect thing and it meant she didn’t have to say anything obnoxious to clarify that they were in fact married.

Her expression made Gigi pause, and she seemed to notice the man for the first time. “Was I interrupting something?”

“No, we were just talking,” Crystal said, wrapping her arm tight around Gigi’s waist and letting her take the barely-touched glass of champagne. She’d never thought of herself as a possessive person until she’d seen the way some of the men letched over Gigi at shows like these, but now she kind of enjoyed getting to whisk her wife away from them.

Gigi was happy to press herself close to Crystal, hooking her free hand over her shoulder. “Yeah? Did you enjoy the show?” she asked, the question directed at the man.

“It was good,” he said shortly.

“He thought you were blowing kisses at him,” Crystal said before he could make his escape. He gave her a dirty look.

Gigi laughed in his face and Crystal had to turn her face into Gigi to try and hide her smirk. “Sorry,” Gigi said after taking a sip of champagne. “It’s just funny to think i'd be blowing kisses to random strangers.”

“But you’ll do it to her?” the man asked.

“She’s my wife,” Gigi said simply, cuddling closer to Crystal and resting her head on her shoulder.

The man didn’t stick around for long after that, disappearing into the crowd suitably embarrassed. Crystal turned to hug Gigi with both arms, pressing a kiss to her jaw. “You’re the best,” she told her.

“Why would anyone else think I was blowing kisses to them?” Gigi grumbled, squeezing Crystal tight against her.

Crystal pressed her fingers into the small of her back. “I guess they all want to think they could get a bit of attention from a girl like you,” she said mock-seriously.

Gigi pulled back to look at her, nose wrinkled. “Ew, Crys.”

“That’s what he said to me before you got here,” Crystal said, heart fluttering when Gigi’s expression changed to one of relief.

“What did you say?” Gigi asked.

“Nothing. I knew you’d come out and either hug me or kiss me or talk about how much you love me,” Crystal said.

Years ago she wouldn’t have been nearly confident enough to say that, worried that Gigi would make a face and say she wouldn’t want to do that in public because she was embarrassed, or that Crystal was being clingy. Now she didn’t think twice. Gigi might have been the most beautiful thing on the planet but she just so happened to love Crystal, that much she was confident of.

“Do you think I did enough?” Gigi asked, craning her neck to see if she could spot the man anywhere.

Crystal nodded and squeezed her one more time for good measure. “Definitely. Mentioning vow renewal was just like the cherry on top,” she said fondly.

Gigi seemed pleased, kissing Crystal’s lips. “Would you want to marry me again if I wore this?”

“I’d want to marry you again if you were wearing a potato sack,” Crystal said, which made Gigi laugh brightly and press her face into Crystal’s shoulder.

She stayed there for a moment before saying, “I’d prefer to wear this though.”

#an elegant ending? i dont know her #writing #crygi

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ohhalefire · 1 year

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Ten Random Lines

Rules: pick any ten of your fics, scroll to the midpoint, pick a line (or three) and share it. Then tag ten people.

Thanks for the tag, @sterekxhale!

lol I've only posted a few fics, so I'm gonna include some wips as they currently stand~ All are Team Woof and sterek or pre-sterek, because I'm nothing if not predictable.

Either Way (You'll Figure It Out Someday) | complete/posted on ao3, gen, 9612 words

The Hale House is filling with light. Spreading from the charred edges of the entrance hall, crawling around the walls, is a strange and brilliant un-fire, de-burning, restoring. In its eerie wake come clean walls, never singed; photos reappearing in their frames, unmelted; cracks in glass fixtures retreating, long-dead bulbs igniting in their lamps. It’s as impossible as the rest of this place. Derek can’t speak.

In The Shadows Of Karma | written in round-robin format with @greyhavenisback, @blue-eyedbeta, and @halinski | complete on tumblr/not yet posted on ao3, teen, 60k+ words

Your heart is a garden, Derek Hale, Talia had said. You need to tend it. He looked over to his sleeping companion. Stiles’ hair was somehow already mussed against the pillow, a whole night’s worth of bedhead accumulated in only the last five minutes. Long fingers held onto the comforter like a lifeline, almost crushing it under his hands, and yet his mouth was relaxed, lips parted in a perfect cupid’s bow. Derek ached just looking at him.

Welcome to the Jungle (Five Times) | incomplete/unposted, gen, unknown final word count (taken from midpoint of current draft)

Stiles was kinda nervous when they walked in, honestly - it wasn’t like he’d ever been to a Pride event, after all, and he’d had no idea what to expect. Would he be clocked as an interloper? An outsider? Would the incredibly cool, intimidatingly attractive glitter-covered people on the dance floor all point and laugh at him until he fled the premises in shame? Was he simply not covered in enough rainbows? For a moment, hovering by the entrance, every single one of his implausible worst-case scenarios seemed not only possible, but inevitable.

Untitled WIP, detailing what happened in North Carolina leading up to the FBI's warehouse raid and Stiles getting his toe shot off | incomplete/unposted, teen, unknown final word count (taken from midpoint of current draft)

Now that he was talking, Stiles couldn’t stop. As usual, really. A dam had broken between his brain and his tongue, and words came out like a flood. “I didn’t tell them or anything, so don’t worry - they just think ‘Wolf Man’ is a nickname, not an actual biological fact. Although I guess maybe do worry, since, you know, you’re wanted by the FBI for mass murder and all.” He winced at his own words. Awkward.

Untitled Disneyland Fic | incomplete/unposted, gen, unknown final word count (taken from midpoint of current draft)

Stiles is so excited, he’s bouncing. He hasn’t been to Disneyland in years - since before his mom died - and while he doesn’t remember much, he knows it was amazing. In the Magic Kingdom, the Stilinski family had been whole, and they’d been happy, and that’s exactly what he needs right now.

My other two major WIPs are still being structured, without anything like... written down yet 😂

I tag the round-robiners mentioned above, if you want to/have anything to share, plus @usergrantaire 💜

#my writing #text post

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nemobeatrice · 10 months

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The Golden Miners - Chapter 6: Minecraft Time

Ao3

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It was 10 AM when Fugo woke up, except he wasn’t aware of the time until he looked at the clock. As for Giorno, he still slept soundly, trying to hug him. Fugo gently tapped Giorno, waking him up. Giorno stretched before hugging his boyfriend.

“I think we slept a little bit late,” Fugo said, returning the hug.

A phone interrupted their moment.

Giorno looked at Fugo’s phone on the nightstand. “Trish texted you.”

Fugo sighed, released him from the embrace, and grabbed his phone, furrowing his brow as the white light strained his eyes. “What is it now?”

Giorno got off the bed and moved the curtains to welcome the light in.

Could you hop on Minecraft? Something’s been bothering me for a while.

We just woke up. Hold on.

“Something’s bothering her,” Fugo said. “She wants us on Minecraft. Are we getting on?”

“Yeah, let’s get on!”

“If you want to play, you’ll need to get my brother’s laptop in his old room.”

“Really? He just left it there before moving out?”

“Yep. I guess it’s all yours now if you want it. I should send Trish a text that we’re getting on.”

After texting Trish, Fugo got on his PC, found his headset, started Minecraft, and opened a call on Skype so he could communicate with Trish and Giorno. In the distance, he could see Trish’s username. He was still inside his old house, but the way her name dashed around the screen to the right, he could tell she was heading out of the base.

“After I move some of my old furniture, I’ll help you with whatever,” Fugo spoke into his mic. He should’ve moved all his stuff with him when he started dating Giorno, but he wanted to spend the rest of his time with him. Speaking of Giorno, he also logged on.

“Good morning, Trish!” Giorno greeted. “Is something wrong?”

Something exploded before she could reply.

SpiceGirl was blown up by a creeper.

“Damn it!” she yelled.

Fugo stopped what he was doing, rushed to where Trish died, and grabbed her things. She wasn’t carrying much.

Trish returned to where she died. “Ugh, I hate everything!”

Fugo dropped all her stuff in front of her. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“Do you remember that guy from the beach?”

“Guy?”

“There was a pink-haired guy with that buff guy. Did you look at his eyes? What color were they?”

He couldn’t recall. “Did he even look at us?”

“No, I was having too much fun that day. Ugh! I wasn’t focused on my search.”

Giorno approached them. “Your search for what?”

“My biological father. My mother said he had pink hair like mine, but she couldn’t remember his eye colors. She said it was either green or brown. Giorno, I wish I was you.”

“Trust me, Trish, you wouldn’t want to be me.”

“I don’t know, Giorno. My mother almost died from her illness, and my father is nowhere to be found. Is he even aware of my existence? Is he even alive?”

“Okay,” Fugo interrupted, “it sounds like it sucks to be you, Trish, but Giorno tells me everything, including his past. It does suck to be him. Hell, it just sucks to be us.”

“Actually,” Trish said. “I think I’d rather be you, Fugo.”

He gripped his mouse tightly, angered by her comment. He may be rich, but his parents were far from loving. Even his own elder brothers didn’t care for him. Thankfully, they no longer lived in the mansion with him, but now he was alone with his parents. Even in their strange state, Fugo still resented them.

“How about we drop this?” Giorno suggested. “This conversation isn’t helping any of us, nor is it helping you, Trish.”

“You’re right.” She sounded sad. “It’s not. I think I might get off. Sorry for wasting your time.”

“Wait!” Giorno said. “We could get you a cat!”

“How?”

He looked to Fugo.

“We’ll need to go to a village and feed a stray cat some cod or salmon,” Fugo answered. “I have some raw fish in my barrel, so we don’t have to fish unless we want to. Hmm, but did anyone explore the area for a village?”

“Sorry, I’ve been busy digging for ores,” Giorno answered.

“I’ve been building storage rooms for us,” Trish said. “So, I couldn’t go exploring.”

Fugo texted Narancia, Mista, and Sheila. “Strange, I just texted the others, but they’re not responding. Hey, Trish, is Sheila sleeping?”

“Oh, uh oh. Um, well, Sheila stepped out while I attempted to calm myself in the bathroom. I don’t know where she’s gone. I’ll text her.”

“Do you think she’s with the others?” Giorno asked.

“I don’t know. Maybe, but why?”

“I guess we’ll find out when she replies,” Trish said. “Anyways, there should be enough materials to make a map. What should we bring?”

“I’ll be the guide and chef of this group,” Fugo said. “About a month ago, Mista, Narancia, and I were roleplaying, and Narancia seemed to enjoy the chef role. Giorno, you’ll keep us safe, so bring your enchanted bow. Trish, you enjoy building. You could build a home away from home for us.”

“Is it alright if I stream?” Trish asked.

“Alright, sure. I don’t mind. Also, we need to put signs down. Narancia decided to build a farm with Mista in some far-off location and made a fork in the road.”

“I have some wood. Sure, I’ll do it. I’m curious about what the farm looks like.”

Fugo took them to the fork in the road, and Trish placed a sign on some cobblestone.

“What’s direction is the farm, and what is the name?” she asked.

“The farm is to the left,” Fugo replied. “As for its name, let’s call it the NaraMis Farm. If they have a problem with it, they can change it.”

“Alright, as for the one on the right?”

“There’s nothing there except for the desert, where the grass path ends.”

“I have some grass blocks,” Giorno said. “I could place some down.”

“I don’t know how far the desert stretches, but I doubt you have enough.”

“You might be right, but that path might help us.”

“Don’t forget you’re protecting us,” Trish reminded. “Hand me the grass blocks. I have some cooked salmon.”

“Do you have a shovel?”

“Yeah.”

“Then it’s yours.” Giorno tossed his grass blocks while Trish handed him the salmon. “Anyways, we’re still heading to the farm, right? I forgot to get a bed.”

“Oh my gosh! Same!”

“Funny, I forgot too. Come, the farm is this way.”

They were at the NaraMis Farm. A bunch of animals was on the other side of the fence. Despite having a lot of wheat at the base, Narancia and Mista built it at the bottom of the hill’s edge to trap the animals. However, this sometimes caused hostile mobs to get trapped. Luckily, there weren’t any inside.

“This is the farm?” Trish questioned. “Where’s the barn? Does Narancia not care about the animals? And where is he storing the animal products and meat?”

“Narancia said he’ll build a railroad to the base,” Fugo said.

“I’d prefer that we’d build railroads in the nether, but we haven’t opened a portal from someplace elsewhere,” Giorno commented.

Fugo brought out his sword. “Time to slaughter some sheep.”

After getting material for the beds, they reached the desert, and the husks started charging at them. Giorno readied his bow and aimed for them.

“How many arrows do you have?” Fugo asked.

“Enough!” Giorno answered quickly due to the husks surrounding them.

“I think I know where you got that many arrows.”

“I’ll pay Mista back—eventually.”

“His fault for not getting on.”

The horde of husks relented, and the three were far from the plains. It was also getting dark in-game.

“Should I build the base here?” Trish asked.

“Yeah, build a small home,” Fugo answered.

Trish built a home made of cobblestone and oak wooden planks with a spruce wooden door, and the roof was made of stone brick. Although nobody asked, she made windows and put a well near the house. She placed torches around the house so monsters don’t spawn.

“What’s with the well? We’re not going to stay here,” Fugo commented.

“I know,” she said. “But it might be helpful one day.” She continued building a garden, planted potatoes, built a composter, and dug the ground to give plants water.

“Okay, but it’s already night. We need to rest.”

“In a second.” Trish surrounded the house with cobblestone and without a way in or out, confusing the blonds. Afterward, she built a slime trampoline.

“Wait,” Fugo said, “are you—”

Trish installed a button on one of the dispensers and pressed it, launching herself on the other side of the wall. She returned.

“Did Sheila teach you that?”

“Yeah.”

“She learned it from me.”

“Ah yes, she told me. Thank you, by the way.”

They went inside the house. Fugo placed his bed next to Giorno’s, and Trish put her bed away from them. She placed another one down for Sheila and two chests.

It was morning in their game. Trish checked the house outside. No mobs got inside.

“This idea for yours is interesting,” Giorno complimented.

“Thanks,” she replied as she broke one of the walls to place some glass.

“You brought a lot of things with you, huh?” Fugo said.

“Yeah. I’m sorry, but our base is ugly. I’m planning to replace this cobblestone with purpur blocks. I was thinking maybe pink concrete, but they’re a bit plain-looking. As for the floor, I might replace it with glazed terracotta.”

“Sounds like a lot of work. Maybe once we get the cats, you could work on it.”

“Yeah, I wonder how far a village would be.”

“Let’s find out.”

They bounced out of there.

Near the end of the desert biome, a village was in their sights. However, before they could claim their cats, Fugo received a text message. It was from Narancia, and he was with Mista and Sheila.

“Guys, Narancia just texted me, and he’s with the others,” Fugo said.

“What’s going on?” Trish asked.

“Hold on. I’m texting him back.”

Uh, help. I got into a fight with this dude when sheila went shopping 2 get trish something. :(

Omfg, why? Are you okay? Also, does Sheila even have money to buy things?

Ya, I'm fine. He punched me in the eye. That’s all. As for the money issue its a funny story. I told mista to steal while I distract the dude but that went to shit real fast anyways it gets worse. Well, you know that illuso guy Clara like? The guy mista tried pickpocket was his bf n then he texted illuso n that guy came. Idk why he did that i guess he's afraid of fighting 2 kids and an 18 year old lmao

…What happened to Sheila?

She started yelling at him n illuso started throwing hands. Abbacchio was there too and he broke the fight up and threatened to arrest illuso but he scold sheila and texted clara about it

Did he just text her?

Idk but she probably got the text by now

“Hey, Fugo, what’s going on? Clara left Toto in the room I’m in,” Trish said.

Trish wants to know what’s going on. Should I tell her?

Nah shes going to worry. Just mention the shopping part

“She went shopping. That’s all.”

“I think there’s something more. Ask Narancia for more information.”

“Fugo, let me see the texts,” Giorno said. He heard Giorno take off his headset.

“Wait, you guys aren’t gaming in the same room?”

A few seconds later, his boyfriend came into his room.

“You have a look on your face. Is it that bad?” Giorno asked. “May I see your phone?”

“Sure.” Fugo handed him the phone.

“I think we should tell Trish the truth.”

“Won’t she panic?”

“Perhaps, but she’ll get mad at you if you lie.”

“How would you know?”

“Well, if Narancia told me you got into a fight with someone and lied about it, I would get angry at him. Something could’ve happened to you, and I don’t want any harm coming to you.” Giorno hugged him.

Fugo held him tightly. Giorno will part his side in two days, and he felt like he hadn’t used most of his time to make something memorable. “Giorno, let’s make most of our days something to remember.”

They kissed each other on the lips.

“Uh, Fugo,” Trish said, “you forgot to mute your mic.”

His face turned red. “I—um. Shush! Don’t you kiss Sheila like that? Wait! You heard the conversation?”

Giorno giggled and went back to his room.

“Yeah, you were thinking about lying to me. I don’t know what happened, but you’ll tell me truthfully, right?”

“Sheila went shopping with Narancia and Mista. Narancia decided to pickpocket Illuso’s boyfriend, and he called Illuso. Sheila started shouting at him, but Abbacchio was there. She’s safe. Are you mad at me?”

“For what? I don’t see a reason to get mad. Besides, I think my biological dad might be rich. I just need to find him.”

“What makes you think that?”

“I’ve been thinking while we were on the road. My dad’s been avoiding child support. Only rich people can do that, I think. Right, Fugo?”

His cheeks got red again. “Why are you saying my name? I’m not a dad!”

“That’s not what I meant! Oh my gosh! Your parents wanted you to study law, right? So, you must know a bit.”

“Ugh!” He sighed. “Let me try to remember.”

“Why would a rich man avoid paying child support?” Giorno commented. “Surely, if money was an issue for your mother, I’m sure he wouldn’t mind paying.”

“Well, my mother doesn’t need the money yet,” Trish said. “I just—”

“Then why mention child support?” Fugo asked.

“I don’t know! I was hoping there was a reason.”

“He might not be aware of your existence,” Giorno said.

Trish sighed and fed an orange tabby raw salmon, taming the creature. “I should take Toto outside. He’s whimpering and probably wants to use the bathroom. Later!”

Trish logged out.

“Are we getting those cats for ourselves?” Giorno asked.

Fugo gave raw salmon to a black cat. “Yeah.”

Giorno took a white cat. “Want to keep playing?”

“Sure!”

#jjba #jojo’s bizarre adventure #giorno giovanna #pannacotta fugo #fugio #giorno x fugo #fugo x giorno #jjba fanfic #jjba fanfiction

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carewyncromwell · 2 years

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[Ficlet] I’ve Got You, Brother

Hey all! This is just a quick drabble fleshing out the relationship between my Fantastic Beasts boy, Eli, with his older brother, Enoch! Enoch is the only family member Eli has stayed in touch with after leaving home (you can read more about why Eli did that here, if you wish), and Eli is likewise the family member Enoch is most protective of and openly affectionate toward, to the point that unlike the rest of the Fawcett family, Enoch uses Eli’s proper pronouns and chosen name, even though he has trouble fully understanding his younger brother’s experience sometimes. The title is taken from the Kodaline song Brother, which I think really sums up these two and their relationship really well:

“We've taken different paths And travelled different roads -- I know we'll always end up on the same one when we're old, And when you're in the trenches, And you're under fire, I will cover you.”

Hope you guys like this! Please consider liking/reblogging/commenting if you do, and I hope you all have a lovely night! 💗

x~x~x~x

When Eli finished with rehearsal, it was getting dark out. That was really the only reason he knew it was early evening -- his biological clock was all out of whack, thanks to how late he’d stayed up reading the script for his next project the previous night, only to have to immediately get up and go on autopilot into the studio for the usual stunt practice.

Guess this is what happens when you get assigned to a project that’s set to be a talkie, he thought airily. The blokes in charge use you as a silent recurring joke.

Honestly, it wasn’t too bad of an idea, Eli granted. The idea of this constantly put-upon guy in the background all throughout this big and epic buddy cop picture was objectively pretty funny. It was just a bit of a shame that working on this picture was making it so he couldn’t work on the new Cole Porter project.

But hey, they need a tough, macho leading man for that, thought Eli amusedly. You know -- a meathead, who can still dance. Maybe it’s a compliment that they passed you over -- they only think you’re moderately stupid.

He laughed to himself as he unlocked the door to his apartment.

The space was quiet, as always -- there had been points he’d considered getting a pet (he’d even playfully written to Cayde that he was thinking of choosing the grumpiest cat he could find and naming it “Purrke,” in reference to him), but his irregular schedule really didn’t allow for it. There being nothing and no one else living in the place, however, was all the more reason for the sudden voice that called out into the open space all the more jarring.

“Eli? Eli, you home?”

Eli rolled his eyes up toward the ceiling in tired amusement as he quickly shut the door behind him.

“At least listen a touch first, to make sure I’m alone!” he called ahead. “I live amongst Muggles, remember?”

He shrugged off his coat and hung it up on the coat tree by the door.

“Sorry,” the voice said a bit sheepishly. “I was just glad to catch you. I’ve been waiting by the grate for a while now, just listening out, in case you came home at a decent hour.”

Eli’s grin spread. “Seriously? Oh, come on, Enoch, it’s not even my birthday!”

Once he’d taken off his fedora and hung it up too, he strolled into the sitting room. His brother Enoch’s neatly groomed head was sitting in the fireplace, his eyes taking in the state of the room before quickly snapping up to Eli as he smiled.

“What can I say?” he said pleasantly. “I missed my little brother. He has gone quite a way aways...”

“Meh, only about 5,000 miles or so,” Eli said with a broad grin as he flopped down in the armchair in front of the fire, his long legs lackadaisically dangling off the arm. “Not too far that Floo Powder’s stopped working, has it?”

He cocked an eyebrow.

“Gotta ask, though -- you were waiting around for me in case I got home at a decent hour? What bloody time is it over there?”

“4 AM,” Enoch said with a shrug. “Had to get up early for work -- I actually start in a little less than an hour...”

Eli snorted amusedly. “And here I thought my work hours were bonkers. The Auror Department’s gonna run you ragged, bro.”

“Oh, pish posh! I like morning shifts,” Enoch said with a good-natured smile. “Gives me more time to spend with Dottie in the evenings, once she finishes up her volunteer work...”

“Still working with the Board of Governors, then?” asked Eli. “Did Dottie go along with my suggestion and propose the creation of a music department with Peeves the Poltergeist as its instructor?”

“She took part of your suggestion, anyway,” Enoch said as he bit back a laugh.

Eli grinned. “Oh yeah? Well, I shall take that as a full victory on my part, considering how serious Mrs. Fawcett gets about this stuff.”

“...Yes...”

Enoch’s smile became a bit less amused and more thoughtful.

“...I do wish you could meet Dottie, fully,” he confessed. “We’d be happy to host you at our house, if you came home for a visit...”

“A bit hard for me to stay at your place while also ‘coming home,’ No-No,” said Eli with a cheeky grin, “considering I’m home right now.”

Enoch’s eyebrows came together, clearly upset. “I mean home as in here, Eli. Here in England. I know you’re happy in the States...but we’d all be really happy, to have you home -- ”

“‘All?’” Eli repeated in a very light, cool tone of voice.

Enoch bit the inside of his cheek. “...Yes. All of us.”

“Even Grandma Fawcett?” Eli challenged him with a slight, cool smile. “Has she really forgiven me, for not marrying Henry Potter and popping out ten messy-haired children with him? Oh, and Emilia -- reckon she’s probably still spitting my name out from between her teeth like poison at every opportunity too...”

“Eli, really,” Enoch said in a rather tense voice. He paused for a moment, taking a deep breath before continuing. “...They are angry with you for having left. Of course they are. But that doesn’t mean they don’t miss you.”

His green eyes had drifted down to the floor.

“...It’s getting scarier here,” he admitted. “Grindelwald has been gathering support from all over, and...well, now Muggles in Germany are moving toward a second Great War of their own too. Dad’s admitted that you’re probably safer there than just about anywhere else, and I think he’s kind of grateful for it...but that doesn’t mean your absence isn’t still felt.”

Eli cocked his eyebrows. “Don’t you mean ‘Eliza’s’ absence? I do believe that’s who Dad kept asking for, on his last phone call. Thanks for helping him with it, by the way -- don’t reckon he would’ve tried it, if you hadn’t encouraged him...”

“He was afraid you’d ignore his owls,” Enoch said in an oddly sharp voice.

“It’s a crime here to open mail addressed to someone else, No-No.”

“Eli, you know Dad is still having trouble with you being a man now. He’s used to thinking of you as Eliza -- he has a lot of good memories from when you were Eliza. He’s just having trouble accepting that you’re somebody else now. Even if he has an amazing, talented son now, that doesn’t mean he isn’t still grieving a daughter.”

“Don’t go too overboard, Enoch, I know Dad’s still bummed out I didn’t join the Ministry like you and Emilia did like a good little kid,” Eli said, his voice very light but oddly patient. “I appreciate the support from your end...but I know that’s the only place it’s coming from -- you.”

Enoch’s green eyes were pulsing with emotion. “That’s not true. Dad loves you. Emilia and Grandma Fawcett, they both love you. Even after everything, they still do.”

“Then it’s on them to reach out, not you,” Eli said in an oddly matter-of-fact way.

He paused, considering his brother with something strangely gentle.

“...Enoch...you’re a great bloke. Easily one of the best I’ve ever met -- smart and strong and selfless to a fault. But you’re not Superman. If nothing else, you’d probably look pretty dorky in that spandex.”

He inclined his head to his brother, his hazel eyes shining with something a bit harder.

“Stop taking all these burdens on your shoulders just because everyone else won’t do it themselves.”

Enoch looked like he wanted to argue, but after looking into Eli’s eyes, he could tell that he wasn’t going to get anywhere. Deflating visibly, Enoch closed his eyes as he sighed lowly through his nose.

“...Eli...I know you’ve been hurt. I know it in my head and in my heart -- how could you not have been, for you to have left us without a word? Without even talking to me first? I don’t understand what you’ve gone through, and I probably never will, even if you did ever decide to explain it all to me. ...But I also know that since you left...our family’s been a shadow of what it used to be. There’s no laughter, no levity, at family gatherings. It’s stiff and distant -- completely formal, with everyone walking on eggshells the entire time. There has been no music at home, since you left. Grandma Fawcett hasn’t let anyone touch the piano, not even to clean it. All because the thought of your absence hurts her and Dad as much as if you had died, the day you left home.”

Eli listened, his expression oddly detached. His eyes drifted away, up onto the wall where he’d hung up one of his promotional pictures.

“In a way, I did,” he said lowly.

“And yet you’re still here,” Enoch said emphatically.

He sighed again.

“Look...I understand that you can’t go back to the way things were. I know you weren’t happy that way. And seeing how free you are now -- how well you’ve done for yourself and found your own path, in your own way...I would never want you to go back to how you were. I felt freer, after I left home too. Dottie is my freedom, the way your job in Hollywood has been. Just...keep in mind, the War’s put a lot of things in perspective, for some folks. Reminded us all what’s really important -- that life is fleeting and it can’t be taken for granted. And when everything’s so scary...when you’re so afraid that any day might be your last...sometimes the only thing that can help you soldier through are those little happy things -- those little giggles, those bright smiles.”

He gave his younger brother a weak smile.

“...A world like this...makes people like you mean so much more.”

Eli considered his brother for a very long moment. He looked almost uneasy -- as if he wasn’t entirely sure how to respond. His gaze fell down to his hand as he reached into a box on the side table, took out a cigarette, and lit it. Once he’d taken a long drag, he forced on another smile.

“...Well, hey, someone’s got to keep you from getting too gloomy, right? Can’t imagine Dottie-kins would’ve found you half so attractive if you hadn’t snorted butterbeer out your nose during your first meeting.”

Enoch burst out laughing. “Attractive? Come off it -- I completely embarrassed myself and you know it!”

“Hey, dames appreciate a man who can make them laugh!” Eli said teasingly.

Despite this, though, "Funnyman Fawcett’s” smile was fonder and more sincere than it was with just about anyone else.

#fantastic beasts and where to find them #eli fawcett #enoch fawcett #my writing #about eli

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amumandherthoughts · 4 months

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Let's start at the beginning.

That's generally the best place to start.

I was always that person who didn't want kids. I always found them to sap the energy right out of me and were generally a bit annoying.

Well, since getting married, seeing my husband play with kids and seeing all my closest friends have babies, my mind was changed. This change in mindset happened not long before getting married, and as a lot of people will tell you (too many people..), my biological clock was ticking! .... Yes, it gave me the shits every time someone said it.

So anyway, my husband and I decided to start trying, or rather not not trying, to get pregnant. 3 months later - boom, pregnant.

I must admit I didn't expect to fall pregnant so quickly! And because of that I wasn't as prepared as I thought I was - mentally and emotionally that is. So it took me some time to get used to the idea of being pregnant, having a baby, becoming a mum! So crazy! So not only was I already emotionally unstable, you add the 1st trimester hormones into the mix and I was a total mess. And I mean mess.

There were literally whole days and nights that I just could not stop crying. And yes, that probably sounds awful, but it's not that I didn't want my baby or anything like that, I just didn't know how to come to terms with it yet. And yes, I probably should have talked to someone about it.. but I didn't.

Anyway, it probably took 2 months or more for me to really get over the initial shock, by which time I was vomiting every morning and nauseous all day and so being pleased to be pregnant was not on my radar, I was just trying to make it through the day! But as a friend told me, if I feel like shit at least it means the baby is growing (another thing I didn't really quite grasp until later).

Being so sick, I literally ate peanut butter toast with a glass of plain milk every morning because it was the only thing that didn't make my stomach turn. I didn't feel that my morning sickness was bad enough to warrant medication, but I know people who have ended up in hospital from severe morning sickness, so I guess I'm pretty lucky, really. I also had reflux towards the end, I took a liquid medication for that, which helped a bit.

I'm also a migraine sufferer and was prescribed Maxalt wafers (which are apparently safe during pregnancy). Luckily I didn't get many Migraines whilst being pregnant and the ones I did get were the aura only and no headache. Which has never happened previously!

So, being pregnant for the first time was not a very fun ride for me. A huge number of people told me to 'just enjoy being pregnant'. Yeah, no. Thanks, but no thanks. I did enjoy the kicks and feeling my baby move and all that. But how am I supposed to savour this feeling when I'm throwing my guts up everyday for almost a year, can't breathe, can't sleep and have to pee every 2 minutes? I don't, that's how. So you can shove your 'enjoy being pregnant' up your arse.

So, look, all in all, being pregnant was a shock even though I thought I was ready and it was one hell of a roller-coaster!

Will I do it again? Yes.

#parenthood #pregnancy #first time mum #ftm #mum #mom #emotional #motherhood #truth #morning sickness #reflux #parenting #family #family planning

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