#whoever knows that anna was pregnant

[lauronk]

I've read the hitman!AU (that is great btw) and I have a question (or maybe two, idk). Does ellie knows he is a hitman? If not, what did said he worked on to her? Tommy exists in this AU? Does he have a clue about joel's job too? Also, since he's lying about being her bio dad, what does he says to her when she asks about her mother? Does she knows about sarah? Okay this was more than one🙈srry

okay first, glad you liked it, thank you 🥹 and i will try to answer each question, some of which i thought of while writing it:

does ellie know? nope! she thinks he works construction and the shady people hiring him to kill also have several fake businesses to keep up appearances, so he has a “jobsite” to report to each day

tommy exists! he doesn’t know what joel does but he suspects it’s not on the up and up, and since joel obviously can’t come clean, their relationship is kinda distant as a result

joel knows the best way to stick to a lie is to keep it as close to the truth is possible, so he tells her that her mom died from complications a few days after she was born (information tess dug up for him). he also has a picture of anna from when his coworkers cleaned out the place, and it’s on the mantel - ellie looks so much like her that it’s easy for joel to brush off the fact that she doesn’t look like him. he told ellie (and tommy) that he had a one night stand with anna and hadn’t known she was pregnant until a few weeks before she gave birth

she does know about sarah, though joel hasn’t told her the specifics of how she died yet because he wants to wait till she’s older (ellie is a child of the internet though, so she’s already looked it up and regrets it)

i know there’s still plot holes but this is what i had in my head lol

[gabessquishytum]

Dreamling Anna Karenina au?

Oof, this is going to hurt. Content warnings for attempted suicide, infidelity, childbirth, general angst...

Dream has been married to his older husband for several years now, and he's... content. They have a young son. They are very rich, and Dream has the best of everything.

He pays a visit to the countryside to his sibling Desire, who is having marriage problems. Dream has agreed to try and help smooth things over. The stay goes quite well, until Dream is introduced to Robert Gadling.

Robert is young, younger than Dream. He is also rich and full of life and love. The attraction between him and Dream is instant and everyone can see it. It grows so strong that Dream decides to leave, before things get out of hand. He's beginning to doubt his loyalty to his husband. He returns to the city, but Hob follows him. Unable to let Dream go.

They begin a proper affair. They attend parties together, they're sleeping together, and it isn't long before Dream’s husband finds out. He demands an end to the affair, saying that he will forgive Dream if it ends now. Dream asks for a divorce, and his husband refuses.

Dream is ultimately forced to leave his home, and his son. He has Hob, and he is also pregnant with their child, but the birth goes badly and he is very ill - close to dying. His husband comes to visit and forgives Dream for all his wrongs, and tells him that he can return home with the new baby. Hob, devastated at losing Dream yet again, unsuccessfully tries to end his own life... and Dream finds that despite the joy of being reunited with his son, he can't stay with his husband. He and Hob flee abroad with their baby and Dream is forced to leave his son behind.

Dream is snubbed by society and despite being happy with Hob, it's impossible to live in the way they would like because of the scandal. Even Desire is critical of his choices. Furthermore, Dream’s husband has told their son that Dream is dead. Despite being happy with Hob, he simply can't recover from the fact that he will never be allowed to see his son again, and that he will never be able to marry Hob because his husband still refuses to divorce him.

Because Dream is considered the immoral party for having an affair and abandoning his child, he is still snubbed by society. But Hob can go out into the world and associate with whoever he likes, leading to increasing jealousy between them. Dream is terrified that Hob will marry someone else, and his anxiety becomes unmanageable.

I won't spoil what happens in the end of the novel, but if you know, you know. Or perhaps there's a happy ending in this au, and Dream’s husband dies, allowing him to marry Hob and be reunited with his son. I'll let you all decide how it goes <3

[officialchristiancagebbgirlblog]

Could I request numbers 13, 36, 40, 53 from the NSFW Prompts with Adam & Christian along with a younger, pregnant female partner? (If we’re using names could I use Anna? If not it’s okay!)

13: sweet sex to make a partner feel better about themselves

36: “you are so beautiful when you blush”

40: “not so fast, baby, it’s better when you take your time”

53: “I’m going to cum inside you”

Warnings: some swearing, and mention of bullying near the start but nothing crazy

Fic type: smut, fluff, and a lil bit of angst

Word count: 3384

I’m going to flip this one on it’s head slightly! So for this one, I’m going to have Christian as the one who is being made to feel better as my last fic focused on the reader.

Link to masterlist

Happy reading 🩷

Being at work with her boyfriends was always a challenge, no one besides those closest to them knew the three, Adam, Christian, and Anna, were involved that way. It would be hard to explain that not only were the three in a polyamorous relationship, but that one of them had gotten her pregnant. People already raised eyebrows at her being involved with them since she was younger than them. Almost half their age! They had just finished their respective matches and were chatting with their boss, Tony. Adam noticed Anna beginning to approach from down the hall and excused himself to greet her.

“Anna, there you are! How are you?” He smiled, pulling her in for a tight hug, and sneakily planting a kiss on her cheek. With a ‘god, I missed you’ whispered hastily into her ear as he pulled back, the pair of them stood in the hall leaning against the wall, chatting about his match and how her pregnancy was going. She was trying to keep it discreet in case anyone asked questions. Everyone had assumed she and Christian were together as opposed to all three of them, so keeping it discreet between her and Adam, or Christian and Adam could sometimes pose a challenge as they were very affectionate partners. It was difficult to resist kisses, hugs, or any other forms of PDA.

Christian had been pulled aside after trying to make his way over to the two of them by a random female staff member. At first he had thought that she needed help with something, or had to pass a message along to him, but it wasn’t long before he clocked on that she was attempting to hit on him.

“Oh, I’m so sorry!” He started after she had asked to go for drinks after the show, “but I’m actually in a relationship already!”

The lady attempted to keep pushing her luck: “Come on, baby, she doesn’t need to know! There’s nothing wrong with two friends going out! Whoever it is, I’m sure you can do so much better than her, anyways!” She harassed, running her fingers over his clothed chest. He gently removed her fingers from his body and took a step away, reiterating the fact that he was spoken for. Her face turned sour as the realisation hit that she was being rejected. She hounded insults at him, calling him disgustingly rude names, insinuating that he didn’t deserve love, and making fun of his appearance. She even went as far to compare his face to a rodent! Vile.

Having heard enough, Christian stormed off with a scowl to hide the tears that were trying to form in his eyes. He liked to think he was tough when it came to these sorts of things. Even when he started his career, his own boss considered covering his face on television because he thought he was so unsightly! But regardless, it still hurt to hear those things no matter how tough he was. She tried to follow him out but upon seeing Adam and Anna in the hall, she backed off, walking away with a huff and a puff.

Approaching them, they noticed straight away that whatever had happened with that staff member had gotten to him. They knew that if they were to ask if he was okay, it was highly likely he might burst into tears so instead they led him towards the changing rooms to grab his things and just go back to the hotel they were staying at. Even in the car, he said nothing, keeping his head down. He had chosen to sit in the backseat alone which was odd as he would always run to sit shotgun, pretending to fist fight whoever got there first. They tried to ask other questions, compliment him, but to no avail. He stayed quiet either shaking his head no, nodding yes, or just making a sound of acknowledgment.

Once arriving at the hotel and then inside the room, it all hit him at once. Tears spilled from his eyes as he stumbled over to Anna and Adam, practically begging them to just hold him and comfort him.

“Woah, honey, what’s wrong? What happened?” Adam cooed, wrapping an arm around both his partners, Christian burying his face in Adam’s chest as he stood behind Anna. Standing in between the men, Anna held onto Christian as he shook in her arms, his hands splayed on her back.

Christian explained what happened with the woman and how it had made him feel in between sobs, almost choking on his own breath as he struggled to get the words out properly. His partners were patient, caressing his arms and rubbing his back to encourage him to tell them everything.

“Oh baby, I’m so sorry,” Anna sighed, “that woman is fucking disgusting for that.” She reached up to pat his hair, which seemed to help calm him down until he stood there just snivelling into Adam’s shirt.

“Is there anything we can do to make you feel better?” Adam asked, pulling his head back slightly so he could wipe the tears from his red, puffy eyes. Thinking for only a moment, Christians cheeks started to flood with pink as he looked between his partners.

“Well…do you think that you both could…maybe go down on me?” He stammered. He knew they’d most likely say yes but he still always got shy when asking them to give him pleasure.

They smirked at his request, chuckling as they led him to the bed. Anna crawled on to the head of the bed, Christian sliding up next to her and removing his shirt. He was lucky that neither of them minded the muskiness that came with him not yet showering, as they helped each other remove his clothes until he laid there, nude for their eyes only. His cock was not yet hard, having just calmed down from crying and not yet aroused. Anna shared a sweet yet short kiss with him, his lips still pursed for her after she pulled away, eyes closed and wanting more. She stroked his face gently and whispered: “You are so beautiful when you blush.” Christian became a little flustered. He always did when they’d call him cute, or beautiful, or pretty. He adored being praised both in general, and as a kink. She giggled at his reaction, giving him one last peck on the lips before slinking south.

Both Anna and Adam were by his crotch area, running their hands over his hairy yet soft skin. Christian sighed at the warmth of their hands, the mix of callous and soft between them was almost intoxicating.

His eyes stayed trained on them as they rubbed his thighs, carefully moving inwards. He reached down to place a hand on either of their shoulders as they simultaneously licked from the head of his penis up to his stomach. Their tongues connected on the way up which made it even better for them.

In that single strip, Christian’s cock became erect, standing upright for them. Anna giggled at how quickly he became hard, pulling his foreskin back and swirling the tip of her tongue around the head of his cock. Adam focused on the shaft, being slow and methodical with his licks. He was careful with sucking the skin into his mouth so as to not hurt Christian, knowing he had sensitive skin. The sounds they both made were very different: Anna’s mouth let out kissing-like noises with gentle moans that vibrated against Christian’s tip, making him moan in pleasure, whereas Adam’s noises were deep and husky, from the throat. His pre-cum was sweet to the taste as it coated Anna’s tongue.

Switching places, Adam wrapped his lips around the head, hollowing out his cheeks as he sucked hard, his tongue flicking relentlessly on the slit. Anna moved south, licking up the left side of his shaft until her tongue ran into Adam’s beard. Christian had since removed his hands to grip the pillows behind his head, the pleasure of Adam’s hard sucking pushing him closer and closer to the edge (no pun intended). His face was burning red, sweat forming on his brow, eyes and teeth clenched shut. It was a phenomenal sight.

Since Anna had now removed her mouth off of his dick, Adam took full control, deep throating him. Christian’s legs automatically tried to shut around Adam’s head with the pleasure becoming almost too much. Anna still wanted to take part so she pried one of his legs open, and went down to give him some more pleasure. Though when she was back down, she had the predicament of deciding how she was going to help him. She could kiss and suck on his balls, something that always got a good reaction. Or maybe she could slip a finger in? He wasn’t at quite the right angle for her to properly use her mouth which was a shame as she loved hearing him whine and moan at the feeling of her tongue pushing past the boundary of his asshole.

Figuring that they would come to it, she chose to give attention to his balls. Though in all honesty, he barely noticed the attention as he was so focused on Adam at that moment. Regardless, she pressed on with sucking on the skin gently. Christian opened his eyes, deciding that he didn’t want to cum just yet, and quickly begged them to ‘stop!’ just before he erupted. Both Adam and Anna pulled away, worried they had hurt him or something had gone wrong, maybe someone walking in on them. It took him a moment to catch his breath before he explained that he wasn’t ready to cum just yet. Feeling a wave of relief, Adam and Anna sighed.

“God I thought we hurt you!” Anna exclaimed, with a laugh, playing with the long hairs on his thigh. Christian chuckled, reaching forward to stroke her hand.

“Are you feeling better now though, babe?” Adam asked, concern laced within his voice. Thinking for a moment, he wasn’t totally sure. A part of him still felt kind of shitty but he was mostly okay.

“I think so…” he started, looking between the two of them before his eyes rested on Anna’s cleavage, proudly in view just above her low cut shirt, “Though I think that I’d feel 100% better if…we…” his voice trailing off. Looking at her breasts, his breath hitched in his throat as his train of thought completely derailed as the memory of his last visit to her breasts replayed in his mind.

It had started out as a joke, him motorboating her after a shower just to annoy her but he had quickly discovered how fun it actually was. And being able to suck on her nipples for that long was just…he never found the words for how truly amazing that was. And sharing that moment with Adam, one nipple each, was just incredible.

“Christian?” Adam called out, eyebrows raised in amusement.

“Huh?” He mumbled, not realising his hand had travelled up to fondle her breast over her shirt.

“You were saying that you’d feel better if?” Adam caressed his Christian’s inner thigh as he waited for a response, expecting him to ask for the three of them to get on with having sex already but he surprised the both of them when he asked for something else, now looking into Anna’s curious eyes.

“Can we swap places, baby?” He asked her, letting his hand travel to the hem of her skirt, “I think what would really make me feel better is if we got a taste of you before we continue…”

Adam looked to her with expectant eyes, hoping for a yes. As much as he loved sucking Christian off, and getting sucked off himself, nothing beat the taste of Anna’s pussy. It was a shared love between the boys and they always playfully fought over who got first lick. She found herself becoming shy, silently nodding with a small smile and flushing cheeks. Returning the smile, they crawled onto their knees and shuffled over to her. They made quick work of removing her clothes, leaving Adam the only clothed one in the room.

“Lay down, baby, we’ll make you feel so good.” Adam instructed, his voice soft with love. Anna did as she was told, laying in the warm yet sweaty spot that Christian had laid in minutes earlier. They smiled, running their short fingernails down her body to her thighs, opening her legs wide enough for them to squeeze in between. Wasting no time nor breath, they made quick work of kissing around her cunt, their hot breath sending tingles down her body.

Their lips were wet, soft, and warm against her smooth, silky skin. Adam’s lips were especially wet, a coating of his saliva and Christian’s pre cum still lingering on the surface. The feeling of their rough beard brush against her pussy lips was especially fantastic. She had only recently shaved, now completely bare down there so she could feel every little hair as they worked around the lips.

“Fuck,” Christian muttered, “I can’t take teasing her, I need to taste her so bad!”

Adam was a little disappointed, wanting to keep the teasing going for a bit longer before delving in but he followed suit anyways.

Parting her lips apart, they delved in. Anna gasped, grabbing a rough hold of their hands that rested on either hip as they re-introduced their tongues to her wet cunt. Adam circled around her clit while Christian slipped his tongue inside her entrance. It was intense feeling both of their tongues at the same time. Even though they didn’t stay for long down there together due to the awkward angle, it felt amazing. Feeling a twinge of pain in his neck, Adam muttered a quick sorry before moving up the bed next to Anna, removing his clothes once sat next to her.

“Feels weird still being clothed…” he chuckled, slipping off his boxers. Adam slid his arm behind her neck while Christian hoisted her legs over his shoulders, ravenously eating her out. Even though his cheeks and chin kept her lips apart, he still kept his hands down there, holding them wide open. Something about the act of him forcing her to take him this way was so hot. Normally Christian was the shyer of the three, letting Adam take the lead. Especially in the bedroom. But recently, she’d noticed that he had started to become very dominant when it came to going down on the pair of them.

Noticing Adam’s cock was free, he used his right hand to begin pumping. Adam groaned at the contact, leaning over to kiss Anna as she still enjoyed Christian’s mouth which was now sucking on her sensitive clit.

For some reason, seeing both Anna and Adam making out, he had a weird sense of jealousy and heartache burn within him. It reminded him of the comments that the woman from the show had said to him. He began to overthink, his mind throwing him in directions like ‘you don’t deserve to be loved’ and ‘she only loves him’ and even ‘he doesn’t love you at all’! It was horrible and he had to pull away from the both of them to breathe, borderline hyperventilating.

He tried to calm down as best as he could, and when they asked if he was okay he lied and said he forgot to breathe while going down on Anna and panicked.

Knowing immediately he was lying but sensing that he didn’t want to bring it up right now, they allowed him to believe that they believed him.

“If you’re still up for it, sweetheart, do you want to just have sex?” Anna asked sweetly, rubbing his arm. Christian nodded, trying to get back in the zone as Adam helped him up.

“Here, let’s get you back first, okay?” He said encouragingly, standing him up straight while motioning for Anna to crouch on the foot of the bed on all fours. Since she was facing the other way she couldn’t see what was going on. Though she could hear a wet noise and moans spilling out from Christian’s lips. What made her smile was Adam telling him how gorgeous he was, and how he was going to make him feel ‘so much better’ about himself. And by fucking her, he’d be reminded that he was loved by the pair of them. So very much. Then, the noises stopped for a moment.

Unsure of what was going on she began the motions of sitting up before she felt Christian’s face press against her back. She was confused for a moment but as she felt him grunt against her skin, it clicked: Adam had slipped his cock into his tight asshole. As Adam began to fuck him rough, Christian slipped his unprotected cock into Anna’s cunt. She moaned at the feeling of suddenly being filled, and the sensation of finally being stretched out. Feeling Christian get pushed towards her rapidly, she heard him whisper to Adam: “not so fast, baby, it’s better when you take your time.”

“Sorry, it’s just-“ Adam grunted, thrusting particularly hard, making Christian gasp and grip Anna’s hips hard enough to leave bruises, “-you feel so good around my dick!”

The three of them groaned and moaned at the feeling of sex. And the longer Adam fucked Christian’s hole, the more gaped it became. So much that it was at a point where Adam stood there, hands on his hips as Christian thrusted back onto Adam’s dick and forward into Anna’s dripping pussy.

It felt insane for Christian. He was used to fucking Anna or Adam with a butt plug burued deep inside him pressed up against his prostate, or Adam fucking her pussy while he fucked her asshole at the same time, but they had not tried this where he was in the middle. When it came to Adam, he was happy to admit that he was 100% a bottom. But with Anna, the other way round. He wouldn’t say no to her pegging him but if she thought she’d be the dominant one, she’d be wrong! Or in other words: dominant with women, submissive with men. So being in the middle was amazing for him! But as much as he was enjoying it, his orgasm was fast approaching, as was Adam’s. And Anna’s for that matter.

“Oh my god, I’m going to cum…” Christian whined, landing a harsh slap on her ass cheeks. Adam whined in agreement, grabbing Christian’s hips and closing the gap between his cheeks and his cock. This way, when Adam fucked him, it would force Christian forward so Adam was inadvertently fucking Anna using Christian’s cock.

“Anna…” Christian called out, gasping with pleasure, “oh fuck baby, I’m going to cum inside you!”

Without having a chance to say ‘yes please’, Christian exploded inside her. His hot, thick cum covered her walls in white and he whimpered as his cock twitched inside her. Anna cried out as the feeling and knowledge that he had hit his orgasm set off hers. She gripped the sheets, moaning his name as they rode it out together. Moments later, Adam followed suit, his cum quickly spurting deep inside his ass. Noticing a small plug on the bed from earlier, he had a devious idea as he pulled out. He hastily picked it up, and spat on Christian’s asshole before slipping it in with ease.

“Did you just plug me?” Christian questioned, carefully pulling his cock out from Anna, caressing her gentle ass cheeks. Red hand prints had formed on the skin from when he had spanked her.

“I’ll remove that later when we come back to this. I’ll give you another load. Just keep this one warm for now…” he mumbled, winking at him. Christian blushed, sharing a kiss with Adam as the three of them laid down. Anna and Adam laid on either side of Christian, cuddling him and showering him with words of love and kisses to seal the deal. He had completely forgotten about that rotten woman from earlier. He now has confirmation that he was well and truly loved by the two most important people in his life.

[mommypieck]

Hello! I've been here for a while and seeing how much you've been through so far makes me sad that you've experienced so much sad shit. I recently came back to your blog since I wasn't on Tumblr for a while(I've been following you for sometime now) and decided to snoop around for a bit to see what I missed, congratulations on 10k followers btw🥺. Also I'm sorry in advance this will probably be long knowing how I can go on for a while.

Some things you've been through I can relate to, my family isn't a step family but it's definitely incredibly dysfunctional and can be shitty. It's almost 4am here so excuse any mistakes I make in writing this, I literally told myself if I didn't send this to you now I'm not gonna be able to later so I'm fighting sleep. Also your friendships I'm sorry you're stuck with people who don't deserve you in just about every aspect ☹️.

You seem like such a genuine sweetheart. I had an experience with a friendship I wanted to end before and I remember being the same as you were, wanting to stay in that friendship but couldn't leave because I was so attached to that person. I thought the end of the world was gonna happen when I left because I was so codependent on them. But I realized that the feelings I had when it came to them shouldn't be taken lightly, the bad feelings, every single one should never be taken lightly. I'm not gonna sit here and make any promises towards you that certain things are gonna be perfect but I can at least say that it's gonna be okay. Not just when but comes to friendships but living apart from your family. I know you've probably heard this shit a million times but you're not gonna be stuck in the same situation forever. If you have decided to leave that friendship I hope you felt the relief I did when I left mine, if you haven't decided to yet, you most likely will feel relieved even if there's always gonna be a longing for the good moments you might have had before, don't let the good distract you from all the bad.

When we all are teenagers or were teenagers, we are constantly told how grown up we have to act that we forget how young we really are. You are 19, you are so incredibly young and you have so much time to become whoever or whatever you want to become. I remember Jane Fonda saying that if you can't do something in your 20s,30s,40s or even 50s, you can still do it in your 60s. I DON'T mean that you won't accomplish all you desire now, because I'm sure you'll definitely get there, but you have a lot of time to get there, to think, to breathe, to exist, to have fun, to have new experiences.

Please remember that you haven't even met all the people who are gonna love you yet. You have so many people who will enter your life later on, as long as you allow them to enter and stay, that can and will love you so much.

If your family is shitty or weird, then you can have your own family, family is not defined to me by blood but by love. So I'm not telling you become pregnant or anything, but your friends can be your family, people you meet along the way can always become family, maybe even family members you'll eventually meet again will rekindle your family relationship.

I'm a bit forgetful (ADHD and trauma not a good combo)so I'm trying to remember what else I was gonna add omg.

You're a sweet girl, you're incredibly talented, if your desire is to become a writer then you're perfect for it already. Honestly I live by, "if Colleen Hoover and Anna Todd can write and publish those damn books, you damn well can too." And I know your books won't suck like theirs do. Full offense to Colleen Hoover fans btw🙃 I expect if you're reading stuff by mommypieck then your taste isn't bad.

Anyway this has been so long and I don't want to overwhelm you, so I'll end it for now, stay safe, and I hope you have a beautiful forever because just wishing you one day isn't enough💖🥺💖.

i am at loss of words.i seriously don't know what to say. thanku so much for this message. it means a world to me really. i am so happy that i have people here who stick with me and actually care what i have to say.i kinda feel bad that you spend so much time, typing all of this. but you seriously gave me hope for better life. thanku so so so so so much. i love u and i appreciate you. thank you again.

[frobbybrainrot]

do you think bobby has been harassing anna? in an era where women are attacked and killed for not giving out their number, i would be freaked out by bobby personally and his obsessive behaviour

honestly it's a little tough to say, on one hand i wouldn't call it harassment because up until the cindy reveal anna had actually been rather reciprocative like when bobby told her how he felt, she didn't turn him down and they shared that kiss and she at least looked pretty happy about it, but on the other hand he definitely isn't good at being able to distinguish platonic interest and romantic interest... i was actually surprised that anna shared that kiss with him, i really thought she was going to turn him down then and there lol

i think it's really important to take bobby's past and experiences into consideration when it comes to his interactions with people he's interested in - he's not quick to open himself up to other people, even in just his body language when he's around people you can tell he's withdrawn and he has a terrible habit of trying to be ANYTHING but himself to try to impress whoever he's courting

he spent a long time pretty isolated from normal experiences people have when they grow up and it made him awkward and clunky and.. well. inexperienced, obviously

the only person he's ever been with was dana, she was his first in a number of ways and he was even totally prepared to marry her when he thought she might be pregnant, but even that relationship had its ups and downs because of his insecurities and stuff

obviously in real life this kind of thing would be PRETTY yikes and i'd feel unsettled as well, but in real life he probably would've already been told that anna (or whoever) was obviously not interested or would've eventually gotten the hint, it's just that we're watching a soap and it's being egged on for plot reasons lolol

it's not that bobby is dim or dangerous, he's just incredibly naive in the romance category and doesn't understand a lot of social cues or how to read between the lines

also with the 'obsessive' part - i totally see why it'd be described as obsessive but i think it's less him being obsessed with anna and more him being desperate to be loved. even though so many of his family constantly reassure him that they love and care about him and forgive him for lucy, his lack of forgiveness for himself over her just completely clouds over their love for him so he seeks it out in the only way he really knows how: by trying to get back the feeling of being loved by someone who isn't 'obliged' to because of blood relation

he's a complicated character and i really want what's best for him 8') i love how far he's come and how he's always so kind and considerate. even in tonights episode after the outburst in the pub, one of the first things he worries about is that ian embarrassed anna and freddie, not that he just got his heart ripped in two by two people he cares about

[bitemescftly]

fcked up scenarios i wanna write:

tw: mentions of step/in.cest , abo , d.ub con , che.ating , age gaps , bree.ding , kn*ts , free use

anna crawling into her step/dad/brother 's bed bc she's having nightmares or there's a storm coming or there's only one bed available at the hotel - and instead of sleeping she is now full of his c*ck, keeping the c.um all plugged up inside of her,

my muse as an om.ega who has just entered her heat in this very public place and it's up to your muse to fuck her since they're the strongest alp.ha within the arena - doesn't matter if they know each other or not, or if they're connection is tab.oo / forb.idden,

anna as the royal pet, available for the king to use her however he wishes & whenever he wishes. she sleeps in his bed if he wants her to, kneels at his feet during important meetings, sits in his lap naked during feasts and wearing nothing but some expensive jewels to show off the king's power over,

your muse ( an older, rich, dangerous, important man ) taking anna as their br.eeding pet - because they need an heir for their empire and there would be nothing more lovely than a young, pretty girl swollen with their baby,

need the plot of “anna is pregnant with your muse’s baby and your muse’s wife is just so supportive bc she doesnt know the baby is his….”

mating run kinda plot, my muse as one of the few f.ertile women taking part of the annual run where the men get to chase them through the woods and whoever they catch it's just mounting & fucking right there on the forest floor,

okay but a ‘se.x only’/sugar da.ddy kind of a deal that our muses agree on but while the se.x is amazing, anna is desperate for some sort of closeness and physical contact afterwards as well and your muse has never been much of a touchy person, never one for cuddles….. until the two of them fall asleep together one time, or anna comes into his bedroom in the middle of the night and crawls into his bed bc she’s so needy for the warmth and to be held…. basically give me a 'my love language is physical contact’ & a 'what are you doing stop touching me wait- it feels kinda nice’ kind of a ship.

who will give my anna a str*pper & the nightclub owner / bouncer / rich client plot , bc damn gurl the angst, sin & dangerous vibez are what i live for

your muse slipping lactation inducing drugs into my muse's meals until her tits grow nice and big with milk, keeping her on them until they’re constantly weeping and she's begging your muse to milk her,

marrying a werewolf and getting immediately bred at the altar, literally tying the knot

c.ult / rel*gion plots,

free use plots,

public spaces where men can go to fuck, anna being put into stocks or a gIoryhoIe kind of a setting bc she broke the law or smthg and your muse can use her however they like, no matter what,

a;so give me your older, fcked up, p.erverted muses and let them ruin anna pls :)

any of the above can be mixed, adjusted or changed. bonus points for making their connections fucked up and forbidden :) double bonus points for including as many k*nks as possible.

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So I have read som e19th Century books and some analysis on 19th Century society and... I don't know, maybe in some countries fidelity was more expected than in others, and maybe in some social groups it was more valuable than in others.

While the 19th Century was not the Middle Ages in terms of having bastard children and convenience mariages and fucking whoever you wanted relatively easily, it was still quite a thing. Many of the mainstream documents that reach us could be considered advertising and advocating for a life style that didn't really exist, for an ideal.

I have read a essay on mariage and fidelity in the 19th Century (and I cannot find my sources now, sorry) where they basically said that it was common knowledge during the Regency that your wife would have a lover, and sometimes she could invite him over for dinner with her husband. While he knew that he was the lover. And that was in high-income houses.

Also, reading French and Spanish literature from the 19th Century, you really see that fidelity was a loose concept. Some held a high standard there, but many others just knew that mariage was a thing you had to do with somebody, to inherit, to not be poor, to have your children recognised... not for love. I mean, there is 19th Century literature about how mariaging for love was a fight women had because it wasn't frequent. Jane Austen's whole deal is basically that and she has characters who marry because they have to, as was normal and expected.

So if both parties know that they don't love each other and it is just convenient for both of them, why would you even expect fidelity? Why would they be jealous? In the Count of Montecristo there is a scene where the husband tells to his wife to stop spending his money on her lover's plans. He says that he is perfectly fine with her having a lover, the same way he has a lover himself, but that is different from wasting his money unwisely. Sure, it's a fiction, not real life, but it shows a fragment of what many bourgeois mariages could be like. In Une Vie, Maupassant lets us know that all village women got married already pregnant, nothing scandalous there for the village people, even though it seems to be a big deal and a bit of a scandal for the bourgeois family.

La Regenta, in Spain, is full of references to infidelity and, as a matter of fact, there is a whole set of 19th Century literature centered in women who are adulterous, such as La Regenta, Madame Bovary, Anna Karenina... All around Europe there are men writing about what could possibly make a woman cheat on her husband. They tend to punish the woman (and they make her judge herself more harshly than other characters or the narrative itself), but it probably points to a general worry of the time.

In short, there surely were jealous husbands in the 19th Century, but there were many other things going on too and making a generalisation of corsets and tying them is not that good of an idea. Also many things happened in the 19th Century. The beginning of it and the end of it seem like two completely different eras, depending on where you look.

Maybe fidelity was highly expected and desired in 1895 but not really a worry at all in 1812. Maybe noble people worried more about appearences than poor people who had nothing to lose, maybe the poor would marry for love more often and they were more jealous than the rich, or the other way round. The Church had a lot to do in how people understood mariage and fidelity, but what if you are not Christian? What if the Church doesn't reach your village? And so on...

Longshot but do you or anyone else remember a post Abt men helping their wives lace their corsets that included 18/1900 satire prints Abt men being shown cuckolded via their wives corsets being tied differently? Like one was something like "oh, I thought I tied it in a bow this morning" while the Lover slinks away in the bg?

I do remember, yes! I can't find it now, but it was definitely a thing.

Unfortunately I mostly remember people treating it as "proof" for a frankly sily myth that husbands (some people even said fathers, for unmarried women!) tied Their Women's corset-laces in special patterns so they'd be able to tell if said laces had been untied.

Which is ridiculous on two fronts:

you didn't have to untie your corset to have sex back then. just like you don't have to get fully undressed for it today, something people seem to forget quite readily when dunking on the Poor Pre-ModernsTM comes up

women may have been hemmed in by a misogynistic society, but I don't believe for one moment that enough of them would have put up with chastity-detecting corset lacing for it to become widespread

also like. not all husbands and fathers, even back then, would have lived in constant fear of their wives or daughters sleeping around. most dads probably liked thinking about their daughters' hypothetical sex lives about as much as they do today- which is to say, not at all -and many marriages were founded on love and trust

besides which, there's absolutely no evidence for such a practice ever existing. the satirical cartoons don't even depict anything like that: the husband simply helped his wife dress and tied her corset one way, and then noticed that it was tied another in the evening

[blogevaawrites]

Keeping to the schedule.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Warnings: angst, sad, marriage, divorce, smut

Summary: After seven years of being married, two daughters and a difficult divorce, they try to understand what went wrong and why they let that happen. 

Part I

“I’m so sorry to do this but we’re having problems with a few scenes. I won’t be at home until next week.” He said from the other side of the line. Since the divorce we have been being very strict with the custody agreement of our children.

“So, will you come to pick them up the next Friday?” I asked.

“Yes, I will be there. And again, I’m really sorry, I tried to do everything in my hands” I knew that he doesn’t like to change anything about the kids, he says we should try to give them as much stability as we can. I couldn’t agree more.

“Don’t worry, it’s fine.” I simply said.

We got married seven years ago, we had a happy marriage, but loneliness and exhaustion made me give up on our marriage. He started to spend more time away, accepting more projects in L.A or any part of the world but home. I guess home wasn’t what it used to be for him and for me because eventually I stopped complaining about his absence.

“I need to talk to you.” I said when I saw him getting out of the shower. I closed the door of the bathroom and l leaned on the sink. “About what? I’m kind of tired, can we leave it for tomorrow?” He said, drying himself with a towel. I was sick of it; I was being left to a side for so long that I didn’t hold it on.  “Not really.” He looked at me then, normally I don’t insist. “I filed for divorce.” His face went from confusion to anger quickly.

We fought, he got really mad. I knew I should have talk to him before doing it, but he was never around, I was mad and sad, I wasn’t thinking properly. He didn’t talk to me for four months after that night, he moved to his mother’s house and did everything in his hands to accelerate the process. I know I didn’t deal very well with all of that and either he did. Our relationship since then got even more complicate.

Our obsession with our kids’ stability grew after that. We both knew they were going suffer the most, at least Anna. She was almost six when all of that happened, she asked a few times, but we never gave her an answer she could understand. Emma was only four, she noticed that something was wrong but was too young to assimilate it.  

“Mom, Lindsay is having a sleepover this Thursday, and we don’t have school on Friday, can I go? Her mom will call you tomorrow to ask you, can I go, please?” Anna asked, taking my attention from the road as I drove us to home.

“Sure honey” I said with my eyes on the road.

“Dad is coming on Friday, right? I will tell her mom to bring me back in the morning” she always gets excited to see him, both do it.

“It’s not necessary honey, he probably will come to pick you up after dinner. I will pick you up to get lunch together at the park, what do you think?” she nodded enthusiastic, eating her sandwich.

Thursday comes quickly and Martha, Lindsay’s mom, picked Anna up. Emma got to sleep very early after a long afternoon at the park. I went down to watch a few minutes a TV show before to go to bed. The doorbell rang, startling me, it wasn’t late, but I wasn’t expecting anybody. When I got close to the door, I recognized the silhouette of the person behind the door.

“Hi, what are you doing here?”

“I wrapped the film early, I’m sorry if it is too late but I knew you wouldn’t mind. You can have the entire day to yourself tomorrow, in this way.”

“It’s fine, but Anna is not here, she’s at Lindsay’s house and Emma is already sleeping.” He looked devastated and it broke my heart. He usually doesn’t spent too long without seeing them. “You can see Emma if you want to.” I offered and he accepted quickly. He got into the house and went upstairs to Emma’s room.

After a few minutes, he came down to the kitchen where I was preparing things for tomorrow. I wouldn’t say our relationship was good, o was getting better. it was confusing. “How have you been? How was everything with the kids?” he asked from the doorframe. I turned around to see him and answered, “It was fine, no incidents.” I simply said. We looked each other for a while, we haven’t talk since we had sex the last time, he came to bring the girls back. He stayed for dinner and a while after, the girls went to sleep, we started to talk about them, about our past together, about us a couple. We kissed and one thing took us to another.

“I want to talk about the last time. I don’t want you to think I…” he started; I knew it didn’t mean anything for him, it was just sex, he has been avoiding me since then but him bringing the subject up made me mad and it hurt me a little.

“I know! Don’t worry! Let’s just forget about it.” I said walking to the front door.

“No, it’s just that we were kind of drunk and got emotional.” He started to say without following me.

“It was just sex. I get it! You made it very clear when you couldn’t wait to leave.” As soon as we were done, he got up from the bed and started to dress up. He told me it was late, and he had a thing to do in the morning, but I knew he was lying. He left me, naked in the bed, the one we shared for several years.  

“I didn’t want the girls to get confused.” He got closer to the door, shaking his head, and rubbing his face roughly with his hands.

“You didn’t want me to get confused.” His eyes got bigger, and I could see the anger growing in his face.

“You couldn’t care less about what I wanted so don’t tell me what my intentions were.”

“You made them very clear.”

He looked confused, but he moved quickly. “You always so understanding. But why don’t you just listen to me? I’m trying to …” He couldn’t say anything more.

“You’re right, it’s kind of late and there isn’t a reason for you to stay.” I interrupted him, he looked mad.

He took a deep breath and kept on “I’m picking the kids tomorrow’s morning” he informed me before walking out.

“They won’t be here until late afternoon.” I said back. He looked at me without saying anything and kept on his walking. I stood at the door, looking how he got in the car. He turned on the engine, and before driving away he looked at me through the window. “Thank God we’re divorced.”

When the topic isn’t our kids, it never goes well. I guess we’re still hurt.

I didn’t fully understand why he got so angry until I saw the pictures.

After he picked the girls the next day, I did some work and later I filled a glass with wine and turned on the television to pick up a film to watch but my phone rang.

“Hey hon! How are you doing?” Lily asked, with a worried voice that I didn’t get.

“Hey! Why are you asking like that? I’m pretty fine.” I said laughing.

“Well! I don’t know, I thought you will be kind of sad o maybe angry, if my ex-husband was dating with somebody after not even a year from our divorce, I would be ready to kill him.”

“What? What are you talking about? I mean he hadn’t told me anything, I don’t think he’s dating again.” I said quite confused.

“Shit! You haven’t seen it, have you?”

Right away, I googled him with the call waiting.

Chris Evans is off market again? The former superhero and the upcoming actress Rachel Welles spotted holding hands and getting affectionate.

He was trying to talk about our night together because he was going to tell me about her. I felt my heart shrinking. I guess I should have been ready for this, he was free to be with whoever he wanted but it hurt me.

“I’m sorry, girl. It must be weird and hurtful. If you need anything you know I’m right here, right?” she asked kindly.

“I’m fine. he’s free to be with anybody but I guess I wasn’t as much ready to see it as I thought.”

“Yeah, knowing something isn’t always mean assimilating it, right?”

“Right”

After the call I refilled my glass and went to sleep with a few tears in my cheeks.

Our relationship began so natural, and it went so fast. We met through common friends, we dated just for tree moths after he asked me to move on with him. We didn’t take long to get married either, we both just knew that it was the right decision. I really loved him, and I know he loved me too. It wasn’t a fantasy, but we were grown-ups when he met, we knew what we wanted for life, in a partner and we found it in each other.

He was a great husband, a great father and a great friend. I single tear fell through my cheek, remembering the beginning of our freefall.

“There’s not a good way to say this. I’m really sorry to tell this but, Mrs. Evans you had a miscarriage.” Doctor Lars said. I felt Chris’s hand in my knee, comforting me. I felt I couldn’t breathe. My heart broke in pieces. “But I’m six months pregnant, this usually happens during the first trimester. This can’t be true.” My mouth slurred. “Well, the actual name is a late-miscarriage, there are several things that may play a part in causing it so we need to do a few tests to find a cause. I know this isn’t easy, but these things can happen, and we can’t do anything to prevent it.” I touched my barely swollen belly, missing the movements of my baby. “What are we doing now?” Chris talked, taking care of the situation. “You will need to go through labour to give birth to you baby. I know this can be a very distressing time and you may be in shock but there’s not other way.” I could hear him breathe hardly before kissing my head.

We went through our worst nightmare. I gave birth to a baby I could take care of. Thankfully, after inducing the labour, the birth came quickly. We decided not to hold the baby. We thought it will be less traumatic in that way.

He went with me through all of that, but we changed. Everything changed.

Five days later, I came into our bedroom to see him packing his suitcase.

“What are you doing? I asked softly.

“I need to go to L.A for a few interviews and shoot a few scenes” I looked at him straightly. Not quite believing he was going to leave so early after everything. “Don’t worry, I asked my mother to come to help you with everything.” he said, seeing my expression. I didn’t want to be alone, I didn’t want his mom here, I wanted him. I caressed his back, calling his attention.

“Don’t go, please.” I muttered. “It will be just a couple days, two weeks max.” he said holding me in his arms.

“Two weeks?” that was so fucking long.

“Listen, I can really do anything. I’m sorry but it’s work. What you want me to do?” he tried to reason with me, in vain.

“Call Meghan and ask her to reschedule it. We have an appointment with Doctor Lars next week.” I didn’t like to complain about his job or ask him to not to do it, but I couldn’t go through that alone.

“Everything will be fine, call me after the appointment and tell me what she says. I will be here as soon as I can.” I pushed him away with my eyes watering.

“Okay” for the first time in our life together he was putting his family in a second place.

The worst thing it was that trip didn’t last 2 weeks, but 3 months. He told me that his next project was being moved forward, and nothing else. He left me alone in the worst moment of my life and I couldn’t forget it.  

After a few more glasses of wine, I took me phone and I called him.

“Hello” he said with a surprised voice. “What’s going on?”

“What was what you wanted to tell me last time? Hey, I know we just fuck but I’m actually in a relationship with some else and you must forget about it.” I slurred, mimicking him.

“You know it.” He said, I could hear him moving to another place. I guess he left the house.

“Of course, I do. Do you think I live under a rock?” I wasn’t jealous I was mad at him, at myself.

“Okay I get it you’re mad, but I wanted to talk…”

“What for? To say sorry for fucking me or to ask me to keep back of your new love.”

“No, it’s not like…”

“Why did you leave me? Why wasn’t I your priority anymore? I asked, removing the tears away from my face. My voice broke a few times, I was unable to keep myself still.

“Where are you? Are you drunk?” he asked hurriedly.

“It wasn’t my blame; I couldn’t have known it.” I kept talking.

“What are you talking about?” his voice was full of curiosity and confusion.

“We didn’t name him, he died without a name.” my face was completely wet, my arms were crossed around my stomach and my heart… I couldn’t feel my heart.

“Are you at home? Pease tell me where you are.” He asked desperately.

“Yes, I’m here.” I muttered before hanging up.

A few minutes later I heard the door opening, and his footsteps. I was in completely darkness, no TV, no lights, nothing but somehow, he knew exactly where I was.

“Hey! What’s going on? What happened?” he asked softly, sitting next to me in the half-furnished nursery.

“Why did you leave me?”

“Well, when you wife files for divorce, it’s actually kind of what you have do” he said with a sad smile in his face.

“You left me way before that.” I said quickly, he left me when we lost our baby. “We never talked about him.”

“I don’t think you are in an appropriate state to talk about him.” He said without looking at me.

“I’m fine. Don’t make excuses! You just don’t want to talk about him with me.”

“I don’t want to talk about him with nobody.”

“I’m not nobody.”

“Why is this so important now? It’s been a year since then, we are not together anymore...” he started to get up from the floor.

“You’re dating again…” I finished the sentence off for him “you told me you weren’t ready. You said you missed me, that you missed us.” I said, remembering what he told me when he was taking me to our bedroom between kisses and caresses.

His face looked confused and tired.

“I don’t get it. Why are so upset? You filed for divorce without telling me why, without giving me a chance to make it better. All I know is you felt neglected, but I didn’t do anything wrong. I thought we were just going through a rough patch, but I thought it was normal after all.” His voice was firmed, he wasn’t yelling me, but I bet he wanted. “I know you don’t think this but I’m not the bad guy here.” His eyes were red and watering. He never told me anything of this. He had been too angry to talk to me about anything.

He walked to the door, ready to leave me.

“You left me.” I said, calling his attention.  

“You already said that.” He barked back.  

“When I asked you to stay you left me for almost four months after I gave birth to my death son. I needed you Chris, and you rather work than be with your wife.” His face kept straight; he knew what I was talking about. I got up when I saw him get closer to me. He looked at me for minutes, as he wasn’t sure about his next words.

“I went to therapy. I didn’t come back home because I wasn’t stable, not because I was working, not because I wanted to leave, it was because I didn’t see another way to deal with everything. You were right when you said holding our baby it would be traumatic, it was.” I didn’t understand what he was talking about, we agreed on not to hold the baby when he was born but he cleared all up “I couldn’t help it, I saw him coming out of you as the same way Emma and Anna did. I needed to see him, and it was the worst thing I could have done, but it was my son.” His eyes never left mine when his body got much closer to me. “I lost my son too, honey. I couldn’t be there for you because I wasn’t handling in the right way.” I saw a single tear going down through his cheek. At least I wasn’t the only one crying.

“Why didn’t you tell me this?”

“Because you gave birth to him! How the fucking hell could I have told you I was the one losing his mind after that? I know I should have stayed with you but believe me, there wasn’t another option, I didn’t find another way.”  

[spine-buster]

The President Wears Prada (William Nylander) | Epilogue 3: A Love So Tender

A/N:  Well, here it is, folks...the last epilogue of The President Wears Prada series.  It’s been a blast.  Like with Alone, Together and The Storm Before the Calm, we’ve created a little community on this blog, except this time we joined together during quarantine and a global pandemic!  I posted the prologue to this April 27th (so right in the thick of it lol) and I’ve been so happy giving you guys something to look forward to every Monday these past eight months!  Keep asking your Willberdeen canon questions forever and ever!

Be on the lookout for the post date of my Brock Boeser mini-series “Peaceful Easy Feeling” -- I’ll announce it and put it on my Masterlist.  Then, I’ll start my next big series!

As always, happy reading :)

March 2034

“Mooooommmmmyyyyyy!  Mommy look!” six-year-old Saoirse Nylander ran through the house to the kitchen where she knew her mom was ready with breakfast.  “Look!  Daddy let me do my own hair!”

Aberdeen looked down at her daughter to see her blonde hair fixed in to a half ponytail…well, a six-year-old’s version of a half ponytail.  Aberdeen smiled down at her daughter.  “Looks good!” she smiled.  “Can I fix it a little bit before we go to Andy and Maia’s house?”

“Can I eat first?” Saoirse asked as Aberdeen heard more footsteps coming down the stairs.

“Of course!  Your oatmeal is right over there,” she nodded her head towards the bowl already set up for her daughter.  As Saoirse moved and climbed into the counter stool to eat, Aberdeen looked to her left to see William enter the room, holding their three-year-old son in his arms.  “My two Williams,” she smiled.

“Mowning mama,” William Jr. said as Willy placed him down in his own stool, his own bowl of oatmeal also ready to go.  

William walked around the island and gave Aberdeen a kiss on the cheek before placing his hand on her stomach tenderly.  “Morning, minskatt,” he said before pouring himself some coffee.  He looked back at his kids, eating their oatmeal.  “Are you excited to see Maia, Saoirse?”

“Mhm,” she smiled.  “Can I bring my colouring book so Maia and I can colour?”

“Of course you can!” William smiled.  “You know how much Maia loves to colour with you.”

“When you and mommy get home, I’m gonna have a beeeeeeautiful picture,” Saoirse exclaimed before spooning some more oatmeal into her mouth.

Both Aberdeen and William looked at their fridge, adorned with ripped out pages from colouring books that Saoirse and William Jr. did for them.  “We can’t wait,” Aberdeen smiled.

***

“Mr. and Mrs. Nylander, I know that we’ve confirmed your pregnancy,” Dr. Collinson spoke to the happy couple.  

“We needed the tie-breaker,” William joked.

“Indeed,” he chuckled.  “But I must ask you both…have you gone through any fertility treatments that I’m not aware of?  IVF, artificial insemination?”

William and Aberdeen looked at each other before looking back at their doctor – the same doctor who had been there and helped birth Saoirse and William Jr.  “No…” William shook his head.  “We figured we were okay…I mean, with Saoirse’s and William’s pregnancies being pretty easy with no major complications, and the fact that we didn’t have to try for very long before Aberdeen got pregnant…” he trailed off.

Dr. Collinson nodded his head.  “That’s good to know.  Because I do have some further news for you.”

“What’s that?” Aberdeen asked.

“You’re having twins.”

The words hung in the air for an excruciatingly long period of time.  “Excuse me?” Aberdeen asked.

“Twins.  You’re having twins, Mrs. Nylander.”

Aberdeen looked over at William.  “I’m going to cut your penis off.”

***

“TWINS!!!!!” Bee exclaimed, jumping up and down as she hugged Aberdeen.  “Twins, Aberdeen!  Oh my goodness!”

“More Nylanders?” Morgan piped in.  “Christ almighty.”

***

“TWINS?!” Aleida was shocked when Aberdeen told her the news over the phone.  “Twins!”

“Who’s having twins?” Aberdeen could hear Fred’s voice in the background.

“Aberdeen and Will!”

There was a pause.  “More Nylanders?  Good God.”

***

“Twins, William?  You knocked her up with twins?” Jason deadpanned into the phone.

“We’ll have four, just like you,” William said.

“More Nylanders…Jesus Christ.”

***

“Oh!  What fantastic news!” Svea beamed over the FaceTime call.  Elias was smiling beside her.  “You must be so excited, guys.”

“We are.  We joked that we were only supposed to have one tie-breaker though,” Aberdeen said, looking at William beside her briefly.  “Now we’re getting two.”

“Do you know the sexes?”

“Not yet.  In a few weeks they’ll tell us if they’re identical or fraternal, and I think that will be very informational,” William said.

“More Nylanders…” Elias shook his head.  “God help us all.”

***

“This is fantastic news, Aberdeen.  You’re such a great mom already,” Brendan said from across the table, his smile stretching from ear to ear.  “Saoirse and Will Jr – I mean they’re just delights.”

“Thank you, Brendan.  There will be two more to add to the MLSE family room during games.  Not to mention more Nylanders occupying the city of Toronto.”

“More Nylanders…wow.”

***

September 2034

The Toronto Maple Leafs and the entire MLSE organization would like to extend our heartfelt congratulations to William Nylander and his wife Aberdeen Bloom on the birth of their twins, Jonas Alexander and Astrid Elina.  Jonas and Astrid join big siblings Saoirse and William Jr.  

***

November 2035

BREAKING: Aberdeen Bloom, the youngest person ever to win the Booker Prize for Fiction, has just won the prize for a second time for her latest novel, A Love So Fond.  Bloom becomes the third woman (after Hilary Mantel and Margaret Atwood) to win the Booker Prize twice, but the first woman under forty to accomplish the feat.  

***

The First Monday in May, 2036

William looked at Aberdeen lovingly as she touched up her lipstick in the mirror of their hotel room.  She was wearing a beautiful dress, styled to perfection.  He was wearing a suit, tailored to equal perfection.  “You look beautiful, minskatt,” he said, hoping it would calm her down a bit.  He knew she was nervous.

She looked over at him as she clicked shut the lipstick tube.  “We’re going to the Met Gala, Willy,” she said as if it was the first time he’d heard the news.  He’d heard.  He’d heard for months now.  Anna Wintour invited them to the event.  Aberdeen screamed bloody murder when she got the invite.  “We’re going to the Met Gala.”

He giggled slightly.  “I know.  Who would have thought all those years ago two kids who hooked up the night of a graduation would make their way to the Met Gala.”

Aberdeen smiled.  “Who would have thought an aspiring writer and a hockey player would accomplish so much that we’d even get invited to the Met Gala.”

“I had nothing to do with this,” William shook his head, smiling.  “You did all of this.  I’m just in the background, remember?”

Aberdeen couldn’t help but smile.  The man in front of her supported her dreams without question.  There was nothing she thought of that William didn’t think she’d be able to accomplish.  Her two Booker Prizes were evidence of that.  Her Governor General’s Awards and Giller Prizes were evidence of that.  Her numerous other awards were evidence of that.  “You’re not in the background, Willy,” she told him once more.  It was something she told him time and time again, even though she knew he was joking.  To think he still used a joke he made when she was twenty-two years old…she couldn’t help but laugh.  “You’re the reason I’m able to do this.”

Their conversation was cut short by Aberdeen’s phone ringing.  When she dug it out of her purse, she saw Orla requesting a FaceTime call.  “It’s the kids again,” she said, holding up the phone and turning around so that when she answered it, whoever was calling would see both their parents.  When she accepted, she saw Saoirse’s face first.  “Hi baby,” Aberdeen cooed.  “Did you forget to tell us something?”

“Maia wants to know if she can come over this weekend to play.  Is that okay?” she asked.

“Of course,” William answered.  “I’ll talk to Uncle Morgan about it when we get home tomorrow night.”

“Let me see!” William Jr.’s voice was heard off camera.  Soon, Saoirse had turned the camera around so he could see his parents.  “Hi mom and dad.”

“Hi baby,” Aberdeen cooed again.  “Do you have a question too?”

“No,” he said.  “You look pretty, mama.”

Aberdeen couldn’t help but swoon.  “Thank you, baby.  Are you having a good time at grandma and grandpa’s house?”

He nodded his head enthusiastically.  “Grandma just made popcorn!”

“Wooooo!  Movie night!” William exclaimed from behind her.  “Be good!  Go to bed on time.”

“I will,” William Junior nodded his head.  “Bye daddy.  Bye minskatt.”

Aberdeen furrowed her brows but couldn’t help but laugh at her son.  She could hear William chuckle from behind her too.  “William!  Why’d you call me that?!”

Williiam Junior didn’t know what the big deal was.  He knew he was named after his dad; it was only fitting that he test his limits and call his mom by her first name too.  “Daddy’s name is William, and my name is William, and your name is minskatt!  Daddy always calls you that!  Hi minskatt, bye minskatt, I love you minskatt.  Minskatt is your name!” he argued like it was the most obvious thing in the world.  

William thought back to so, so many years ago.  To Aberdeen asking him why he called her minskatt and him telling her why.  A tear escaped his eye and he brought his hand up quickly to cover it.  Aberdeen noticed.  She looked back at William Jr.  “Okay William.  We’ll talk more when we get home, okay?  You better be good for grandma and grandpa.”

Aberdeen ended the call with a couple of more air kisses.  When she was finished, she placed her phone down and saw that William kept wiping his cheeks with his thumb.  “Hey…hey come here,” she said gently, walking over to him because she knew he wouldn’t move.  “Was it Junior?” she asked.

William nodded his head.  “You remember what I told you, like, fifteen years ago?  About why I call you minskatt?”

Aberdeen nodded her head automatically.  She’d never forgotten.  “Of course,” she said softly, bringing her hands up to wipe some of his tears away with her own thumbs.  “It was always your dream, wasn’t it?”

William nodded.  He leaned down slightly to kiss her, even though he knew he’d get lipstick on him and that Aberdeen would have to reapply it for the fourth time before they even left the hotel.  “I know you’ve accomplished so much with your writing and I’ve accomplished so much with hockey but my best accomplishment is you.  Us.  Our family.  The love I have for you.”

Aberdeen nodded her head.  She understood.  She knew.  “Mine too.”

“It’s been fifteen years.  Fifteen years and four kids, Aberdeen.  And still.  Still.  I think about you when I’m not even thinking.”

Aberdeen smiled.  She kissed him once more.  “Jag tänker på dig när jag inte ens tanker.”

[dissonantdreamer]

With Ellie’s mother being a doctor/nurse (can’t remember which or if it even matters) do you think Anna had something to do with Ellie’s immunity?

Okay so someone asked for HC a long time ago and (I'm so sorry to that anon, I lost that anon and got disheartened) I have had some thoughts about Anna. And just everything to do with the idea of her in regards to the story.

One thing I always thought was that she was in Salt Lake with Marlene, that at some point before the events of the game she left and entered Boston. There is a part of me that loves the idea of Anna getting smuggled into Boston by Marlene only to have Ellie smuggled out.

Any way, the reason this is something I think about is because I had a thought once that Salt Lake was one of the few hospitals left that was actually seeking a cure. I don’t know for sure if Anna had something to do with Ellie’s cure directly or intentionally, but I can easily see a small group of people trying to find or manufacture a cure. One theory I have is that there were experiments that Anna did not condone that others were doing out of desperation. Possibly on kids, pregnant people, or people that were sick with other diseases. Something that would push Jerry and the crew later on in life to stick to that “it all can’t be for nothing” mentality they have. There would be some twisted full circle if Ellie returned just for them to cut into her not knowing she was Anna’s kid.

The reason that Marlene promised to keep an eye on her, the reason she ultimately didn’t shoot Ellie on sight the moment she saw the bite. I still can’t fathom, seeing someone with a bite in that scenario, and not shooting them. Yes, Marlene is a caretaker but her character doesn’t strike me as someone who would cast aside the protocol for survival for the kid of her dead friend. I think there was more to what Anna asked of Marlene. Whatever Marlene was going to tell Ellie about Anna would have been important if it was something she was waiting on until after Ellie was fourteen. Even Anna’s letter to Ellie is filled with hope, the kind of hope that wouldn’t be too common for parents in a post apocalypse. the hope that despite the harshness of the world her kid is strong and fights for herself and  the line “I know you'll turn out to be the woman you're meant to be.” while obviously meant to be read in a  whoever you become is who you are. There has always been some small voice in my head that sees it as something greater, that there was a plan for Ellie and Marlene was protecting it. Why else would Ellie get tossed from school to school when in reality kicking her out would have been the top option after so many infractions?

Anna had to have been someone with secrets, whether it was direct or indirect there is a chance I think, that she had something to do with Ellie’s immunity.

I hope we learn more either in Part III or it gets explored in the series. I think there is a lot more to Ellie’s history than we have uncovered. I wish there was a few more crumbs in Part II where she opens up to Dina about Marlene and her mother’s letter, but for now only time will tell.

Thanks for the ask anon :D

[averyonelovesjack]

learning to raise a baby ~ daniel seavey

requested: yes:)

Can you please do an cute imagine about y/n and Daniel having a baby together and taking care of the baby and figuring the parenting stuff out together. Ur amazing

summary: follow a few different events in the life of daniel and y/n learning to raise a baby.

warning(s): baby, literally too lazy to edit this i’ll come back later lmao

word count: 2608

author’s note: i have such baby fever omg 

disclaimer: i def need to clarify that i am 18 years old and do not have a baby and i have no close friends with babies (in person, at least) therefore this is purely fiction. i watch a LOT (i mean A LOT) of family vloggers and like teen mom accounts raising their kids, so basically all of my knowledge comes from that. i hope no one takes offence to my depiction of it, but my intention is purely just to write this cute fic idea, and i don’t want to pretend like i know anything about parenting or raising a child or anything like that!! okay that’s all!!

I could barely see my feet as I painfully took in another breath of air and started walking forward. Awoken at 3am with terrible back pain and a pool of amniotic fluid at my waist, Daniel and I now rushed to grab our hospital bag and make our way to the labor and delivery section of our nearest hospital. 

everything went so fast. before i was actively having a child, it felt like my pregnancy would never end, but now that it’s actually happening and i’m having a child, it felt like pregnancy flew by.

just a few days ago, i was sitting on the countertop in my bathroom, impatiently waiting to see if i was pregnant or not in hopes that daniel wouldn’t get home from the studio early and find me. i had just given daniel the surprise of his lifetime when i woke him up at four am to tell him i was pregnant because i just couldn’t keep it from him anymore to do a fun reveal. i remember how we both cried, too excited to even go back to sleep. 

just a few days ago, daniel and i were sitting in my obstetrician’s office as we got to hear our eight week old fetus’ heartbeat for the first time. we both cried. it feels like just a day or two ago we cut into a pink colored cake and found out that our precious baby girl would be coming. all of the breakdowns about what stroller to buy and which crib matches the nursey best felt like just moments ago. and now, all of a sudden, i’m ten hours into labor and i’m ready to push.

pushing was painful, but the thought of holding a sweet babygirl soon just kept me going. daniel squeezed my hand tight, standing by the end of the bed watching our beautiful daughter make her way into the world.

i gave the final push and soon i heard a cry that made everything in the whole world worth it. they say you never truly understand love until you’ve had a child, and as soon as i held our daughter, i felt an overwhelming sense of truth in that statement. i never knew such a distinct moment could be the greatest day of my life, but as soon as i laid my eyes on her, i knew that i would never get a day greater than this one. 

our daughter laid on my chest for a while as daniel sat by my head, holding both my hand and hers. eventually, the nurses cleaned her off a bit and wrapped her tightly in a swaddle for daniel to finally hold his daughter. i watched the tears fall from his bluer than ever eyes that never left her little face. by the way she settled in his arms and fell asleep, i knew i was going to have a daddy’s little girl on our hands. 

it felt like forever, just watching daniel and our baby getting to know each other. soon enough, though, the doctors finished with the stitches and i heard a knock at the door. 

within seconds, both of our parents came into the room, bearing wide smiles. daniel sat in the seat next to me, both of us staring at the beautiful baby in front of us. 

“does she have a name?” keri asks, slowly walking up to the two of us, careful not to be too loud. 

daniel and i look at each other, and then i give him the nod to tell everyone. “callista avery mae seavey.”

“our little baby callie.” i smile at the name. daniel and i both loved the name callie, but wanted it to be a nickname. avery was after his bandmate who really helped us through this whole preparing to be parents thing. mae was a pretty nickname from my side of the family that was good to separate avery and seavey. our little callie mae. 

***

it was three am and both of us were awake to callie’s loud screaming. turns out that daniel and i had a very colicky daughter who, when awake, wanted to scream at the top of her lungs. daniel was in the nursery trying to grab more diapers and wipes that, out of exhaustion, we forgot to restock last night when we ran out. i held callie in our arms, rocking her gently and trying to get her to go back to sleep. 

“does she have a dirty diaper?” daniel asks, placing the diapers in the corner of our messy bedroom. a few days into callie’s life, we realized we should’ve left the changing table in our bedroom until she was ready to sleep in the nursey, but both of us were too tired to even think about moving the furniture around. so for now the corner of the room was storage and a changing pad on the bench was our late night changing table. 

“i don’t think so.” i answer, giving him an exhausted look. “her diaper isn’t heavy and i tried to feed her, but she doesn’t seem to be hungry. i think she just woke up and is being colicky again.”

“how long did the doctor say the colic will last?” daniel asks. 

“she didn’t.” i sigh, going to take a seat on our bed as i continued to calm callie. daniel sat beside me. “go back to sleep, i got her.”

“no, i know you’ve been awake all night. try to go to sleep, i’ve got her.” daniel says, and then takes callie from me. “did you take melatonin tonight?”

“yeah.” i say. “i know your body goes through a lot of changes postpartum, but i’m really not liking the insomnia.”

“okay, well, you lay down, and i’m gonna sing to you both, okay?” daniel says and then starts to rock callie to sleep as i laid beside them. and then he started to sing softly. 

***

callie was born a little over three months ago and daniel and i haven’t had a date night since then. when we fearfully realized that last week, jack and anna were both quick to offer some help. we hadn’t felt comfortable leaving callie yet, especially since she wasn’t always the easiest. we had lots of help and people offering, but neither daniel nor i were good at asking for help. that’s definitely something we’re both still working on, especially now that we have a baby. 

finally though, jack and anna convinced us. originally, we were going to leave them with daniel’s parents, but anna and jack were pretty convincing. jack had lots of experience since he himself is a dad, and anna was very close with gabbie when she had lavender. jack also decided to invite zach for some more company, which was cute.

daniel and i had a hard time saying goodbye to callie, even though we really were only going to be out for two hours at most. we knew neither of us could stay away for that long. 

the restaurant wasn’t too far from the house, which was nice because it cut down on our time away from callie. i think both of us were a little nervous to leave her. we both know that she’s three months old and other people are more than capable of watching her for a few hours, but it’s still hard to not be worried about all of the things we could be missing out on.

“oh my gosh, anna just sent a picture of callie.” daniel says in the middle of our dinner, holding up his phone to show up me the picture of our daughter in the adorable pajamas her aunt bought. 

“i miss her.” i admit, knowing he was feeling similarly. “do you think they had a hard time getting her to sleep? i hope she’ll be good for them tonight.”

“i’m sure she was fine.” daniel says, then later . “you know, maybe we should skip dessert. relieve them a little early.”

“she’s growing up so fast.” i tell him. “i’m not ready for her to keep growing.”

“we’re gonna blink and she’s gonna be cursing us out because we wouldn’t let her go out with her friends.” daniel continues. “not that we would do that, because honestly, i’ve always thought we’d be a little cooler than that.”

i laugh at his comment. “oh, we’ll definitely be cooler than that. we’re not gonna be the lame strict parents that doesn’t let their kids go out with their friends.”

“oh definitely.” daniel agrees. “except i will be strict about doors open if someone is over. i don’t care who she’s in her room with, but that door better be open. i am taking no chances.”

“i feel like that’s fair.” i add. “i know we’re parents, but wow, until i think about that future, i kind of forget.”

“i’m very glad that’s a long ways away.” he comments. “i’m barely ready for her to be three months old, we do not need to get ahead of ourselves. take this parenting thing one step at a time.”

“i could not agree more.” i smile, leaning over the table to kiss daniel’s lips gently. 

***

i walked out of my one year old’s nursery with her in my arms. we watched as daniel and anna hung balloons up around our california apartment. it’s just about an hour before callie’s first birthday party, and now more than ever, i could not be more grateful for daniel’s family’s offer to help us set up. 

rather than fighting with figuring out food for the party, we decided to get it catered. christian and tyler offered to go pick up the food at the restaurant for us, which was extremely helpful. his parents were setting up some decorations around the front of the apartment. 

i had just put callie in her adorable dress that i specifically picked out for this party. we weren’t the type to throw parties, so we weren’t 100% sure what to do or what to expect, but we decided to just stick to family and close friends. callie was too young for us to strictly invite her friends over. at this stage in her life, her friends were whoever was at mommy&me that week. 

the party was going to be small. daniel’s family, my family, daniel’s bandmates and close friends, and then my close friends. 

thankfully, we finished decorating and setting up with about thirty minutes left to spare before the party. rather than worry, i decided to just sit on the couch with anna and daniel. keri took callie from me, wanting to spend some time with her granddaughter, and giving daniel and i a brief break before the party started. 

“i cannot believe she’s a year old.” anna exclaims to me. “you guys have been parents for a year. that’s crazy to think about.”

“it’s definitely a little bit weird.” i giggle in response. 

“you guys make it look so easy, being young parents.” anna says. “i know i’m younger than you guys, but still, i cannot imagine having a kid anytime soon.”

“i didn’t think i would either.” i tell anna. “for me, i wasn’t really ready until i met dani. i realized that i was ready because i wanted to do this with him. it’s different for everyone, i’m sure, but at least personally, that’s how i knew we could be parents.”

daniel wraps his arm around me on the couch, kissing my cheek softly. “yeah, it’s the same for me. when you find someone you want to do everything with, it gets easier to imagine yourself parenting together.”

“that is really cute.” anna says. “this is what i mean, when i say you make it look easy!!”

“it’s definitely not easy.” i laugh. “but it’s a little bit easier when you work as a team. we talk things through and decide together, instead of just making decisions separately. it’s a lot easier to feel like you’re making the right decision when you talk things through.”

“and that is all the parenting advice you get, because while i am most definitely ready to be a dad, i am not ready to be an uncle.” daniel says, getting protective over his younger sister. 

“being an uncle is way easier than being a dad.” anna laughs. “but trust me, i’m not having kids any time soon. at least not intentionally.”

“well, i have to be the cool uncle. someone’s gotta bail the kid out of jail and hide it from you.” daniel jokes.

“first of all, why would my kid go to jail??” anna asks. “and second of all, you might’ve been first in the race for cool uncle before callie arrived, but since becoming a dad, you’ve fallen behind. the cool uncle can’t have kids, that’s not how that works.”

“well i’ll break that standard, because i’ll be the cool uncle.” 

“i just want to be the aunt that gives good advice at one o’clock in the morning.” i tell them. “someone’s gotta do it. i expect that for callie, anna, so i will do that for your kids.”

“oh, of course. nothing but the best for callie. and future kids.” anna agrees. “speaking of, future kids? any thoughts on that? mom wants me to scope that out.”

“eventually.” i smile. “sooner rather than later.”

***

daniel took callie on a walk. he’s been really adamant about spending at least thirty minutes a day on a walk with her. now that she’s getting a lot more balance and ability to take a lot more steps, he loves taking her to the playground a few blocks from our apartment. usually, i like to go with them, but today i made up an excuse about things i had to get done at home.

i felt especially grateful for that routine of his today, because i needed a few minutes to myself. i’ve been feeling particularly nauseated recently, and as soon as i woke up the other day, i could feel that i was pregnant again. in the past, i had always thought that when i was paranoid about being late, but now that i’ve actually experienced pregnancy, i can feel that there’s a little fetus inside of me.

daniel and i haven’t exactly been trying, but we haven’t been taking as many precautions as we were when callie was first born. now that she’s over a year old, we feel better about having another baby. we weren’t too rushed, because we lot spending time with just our little girl, but we didn’t want to wait too long and have her grow up without a sibling. having a sibling was always a priority of daniel and i’s. seeing as we both grew up with siblings, we know how important it is to have a sibling. 

my stomach fluttered with butterflies as i followed the instructions on the pregnancy test. after realizing i was pregnant with callie, i had bought a ton of tests that i didn’t end up using because it was so obvious that i was indeed pregnant. that was extremely helpful for right now when i don’t have time to go sit in traffic for thirty minutes just to go to the pharmacy. 

i sat on top of the counter, leaving the pregnancy test face down while i tried to scroll through tiktok and distract myself. it was probably the slowest five minutes of my life, other than finding out about callie. 

the timer went off on my phone. i take a deep breath and carefully lift the pregnancy test off the marble bathroom counter.

pregnant. 

[originalwinnercheesecake]

Chain of Iron theories: the adopted baby

Here is another hot discussion topic in the fandom. CC has hinted that their will be a special baby, and that they will need to be adopted. So Questions, who is giving a baby up and why? I am assuming that this is a Shadowhunter baby. I cannot see either Hypatia Vex or Kellington who party, operate a secret saloon, and take pleasure in seducing interesting artistic individuals deciding to devote themselves to parenthood. Woosley Scott is set to show up, but their is no way he wants to adopt. Every other downworlder has appeared in the future and never made reference to having raised a baby. So which shadowhunters in this series of so many parents, children, and would be couples are looking to adopt? We know that shadowhunters adoption program isn’t perfect; Ariadne being adopted by an elderly white couple who know nothing about Indian culture and Tatiana somehow being allowed to adopt Grace despite the fact that she is aggressive, clearly insane, and famously unable to care for the one child she gave birth to. But I want to hold on to hope that whoever this little baby is their story will end happily with being given a nice home and family. My Theories

Anna and Ariadne  adopt Eugenia’s baby. (retracted)

  This was my original theory. In COG2 we learnt that Eugenia temporarily left home because of some scandal no one really wants to talk about. It apparently involved her and some guy being caught in a “compromising position” after which said guy could have saved things by asking to marry her but did not? ??? This led many people to believe she and this guy had been immanent and that she might now be pregnant., but unable to raise the baby on her own. So she would give it up for adoption. Eugenia’s older sister Barbara had an understanding with a very nice gentleman named Oliver and kept trying to get Oliver to purpose. I wondered if maybe a reason Barbara was in such a rush to marry is she was hoping for her and Oliver to adopt Eugenia’s baby and pass them off as theirs. Now that both Barbara and Oliver are sadly deceased Eugenia would need to look into finding new  parents to take he unborn child. Well spoilers relating to Eugenia state that despite having different interests and hobbies, she and Anna get along well. She also is set to become friends with Ariadne. Ariadne who really wanted to be a mom. So I thought that if Eugenia was pregnant and looking to give her child up for adoption then maybe she would ask Anna and Ariadne to adopt her baby. That had the potential to be sweet.

  But we have gotten more information now, and surprise surprise, people jumped the gun to quick on what happened with Eugenia. While we still do not know what the scandal was, it is hinted to have been way less extreme/serious than premarital intimacy, and she is very unlikely to be pregnant. I am now hoping that her ex got into a fight with some other guy, she stepped in to hit the other guy with a parasol, and her ex got embarrassed about having to be saved by her and broke up with her. Something that shows the guy was a real loser.

Elias puts Baby Carstairs up for adoption

  In COG2 we got a huge surprise that Sona was pregnant with her third child, unexpected as the family tree only lists her and Elias as having two children. Well actually actually the Carstairs family line is tree has parts of it that “Were lost to time”. So something clearly happened. Jem was clearly hiding something.

   This pregnancy was clearly unplanned and does present some worry’s. For starters Sona is well past the age where it easier/safest for women to give have children. She was already starting to have a difficult time with it during COG2 when she finally confessed to Cordelia that she was about 3 months along. This means that she will be about 7 months along (almost ready to give birth) when we pick up again in COI. Well in the early chapter read Alastair said that his mother has been put on Bed rest with her husband staying by her side and silent brothers monitoring her. This does not sound good. Several people have theorized that even with the brothers help, she will not make it through childbirth. Now lets talk about the babies father Elias Carstairs. Elias Carstairs is even older than his wife. He spent his youth traveling the world (I read a tweet that said he has even gone between dimensions before) leading special expeditions and hunting rare and powerful demons. This sounds grand, but it was a grueling life that left him physically and emotionally scared. Tragically the Clave does not recognize mental health as a need, so they do not provide any kind of therapy or treatment for those who become traumatized. Like many poor soldiers throughout American history Elias was there for the Clave when they needed his help but it that help was not reciprocated at the end. The only comfort he found was at the bottom of the bottle. It took Elias until he was already in his 40′s to start a family, and he has struggled with being able to take care of himself enough to act as a father to the two children he and Sona have already raised. Elias is 63. He is sad and tired, and struggling to keep a handle on his sobriety. This child was unplanned. I have read tweets that show he is at least trying to support Sona, but CC reveals he is questioning if or if not he can really do this a third time. If Sona dies there is no way Elias can raise this child himself. I won’t fault him if he makes that choice, it might be the most loving thing he can do.

   Who would adopt the little guy. Well the most common theory is that Alastair and Thomas would become his new dads. Now the family tree does suggest that both Alastair and Thomas are dads in the future. It also doesn’t list the names of either of their spouses (I am guessing neither had wives) so their is nothing to suggest that they do not live together raising a group of adopted children. Given the way the Cave feels about homosexual parents that could also be why Jem “lost” the records. I will not deny Thomstair becoming adopted parents is plausible, but I am not completely sure that baby Carstaris is who they will adopt. Babies are hard, they are a lot of work, and I am not convinced either Alastair or Thomas will be up to it. Look at Alastair. He is not exactly in a good place at the start of COI, and whenever fans ask CC if Alastair will make any friends she always reply that he won’t until he learns how to speak nicely to people and to be there for them when they need him. Honestly that is a thing he struggles with. He obviously loves Cordelia, but he totally pulled an  Queen Elsa on her where he shut the door and shut her out for roughly 7 years of their lives, leaving her as alone as Anna was. He claims to have loved Charles but the pair spend most of COG arguing because Alastair wants Charles to spend all his time with him and Charles is struggling to balance his promotion, his public reputation, and Alastair (Important I am not saying it was wrong for Alastair to be upset about Charles engagements or to break up with him. I am just saying it seems like Charles did try to see Alastair as much as he could, and Alastair trying to pin all his emotional needs on one person, who already had so much going on, was unfair). On Thomas side well lets just say he has a lot of mixed up and complicated feeling of his own he needs to work out before he will be able to be in a healthy relationship let alone raise a child.

  If Thomstair aren’t able to take care of Baby Carstairs I bet I know a long time married, long time Carstairs loving couple, who would be happy to take the little guy in and have enough resources, experience, and love to give him a great life. Hey in the future Tessa says she has kept watch over three families: the Herondales, the Carstairs, and the Blackthorns. The Herondales and the Blackthorns are her and Will’s grandchildren. If she were watching the Carstairs because they were once her friends wouldn’t she also watch out for the Fairchilds and Lightwoods?

Blackthorn Babies with Mundane and Shadowhunter mommies and daddies

  (Okay this is one will involve some hopping around and several references to the family tree, so stay with me people, stay with me.) We aleady know Jem made some changes to this line. Lucie is not 12, she is 16. Tatiana is probably not going to live another 15 years. Also the tree said that Jesse dies 59, yet he actually died at 17. But future wife Lucie wants to resurrect him... which is highly illegal and should she be successful she will probably face terrible repercussions. Jesse also might not be able to live as a shadowhunter after being brought back. So even if we don’t want it, for the sake of this theory lets assume that upon Jesse’s resurrection both he and Lucie are banished and become a mundane pianist and writer. Let’s assume they also get married and have children. In order for the TDA Blackthorns to be shadowhunters at least one of Jucie’s kids would have to become a shadowhunter and move to the shadow world. I feel like Luce and Jesse would be willing to let their kids go in that case. That was all Jesse wanted growing up and Lucie is Will’s daughter. The children would just need someone they could stay with.

  Now lets hop to the Lightwood family line. According to the tree Christopher and Grace get married (Grace is also listed as a Cartwright so was her adoption overturned and she rejoined her bio family?) and continue the Lightwood line down to TMI. Grace and Christopher are set up to bond  (over science) and many fans are willing to believe that they are an endgame ship. But fans are also doubting that they are the ancestors of the TMI lightwoods.  For one thing Christopher is heavily coded to be asexual; and Grace herself seems to have a very.... twisted and warped view of physical acts. So now lets say Grace is somehow saved from punishment over Jesse’s resurrection or because of her past trauma is given a lighter sentence. Lets say Gracetopher really do get married. if they got married they probably will apt out of having children; at least biological children.

   Christopher has a younger brother , Alexander Lightwood, who seems like a much more likely candidate to continue his family line. Alex has been noted to have those dark blue eyes that while once a Herondale trait later become a Lightwood trait. He shares a first name one of TMI’s most prominent characters, and that is just about the only way baby Alex could have relevance to the story given that he is way to young to help out in the war. If Alexander Lightwood the first is one who carried on the Lightwood line why are his descendants listed under his brother and sister in laws names?

   Well way back before the CC launched TLH I remember her posting a tweet that said Grace could become an ancestor of either the Herondale or the Blackthorn line. This upset a lot of people who thought that it meant that Grace may have a baby with either James or Jesse. (No, just NO!!!) But what if instead of Grace having a baby with Jesse, She and Christopher adopt one of Jesse and Lucie’s babies so that that baby could be raised as a shadowhunter? I could see Grace and Christopher doing do: they each love one of the respective parents and are set get to know the other. The only good thing about Tatiana adopting Grace was she got Jesse as a brother. Should she ever recover from having Tatiana as an adoptive mother I could see her becoming very critical of other adoptions and refusing to allow Jesse’s children to potentially end up like she did. I am in love with a head cannon I have that Christopher will become a science professor at the academy. If Lucie and Jesse have to leave the shadow world, and they have to give up their children then I want to imagine that child living in Malec’s future academy suit with Shadowhunter mommy and daddy Gracetopher while they secretly get gifts and send letters to their mundane mommy and daddy Juice. (It is the least CC can do for the pain reading about that potential exile would cause me.)

[sollannaart]

Following on from JoachimNapoleon's ask, I wanted to ask what you know about Poniatowski's relationship with women, especially since you're Polish yourself. From what I've read, he had affairs with many women but two women stand out: Zelia Sitanska (a songstress by trade) and Zofia Czosnowska (formerly Countess Potocka). What can you tell me about his love life? Also thanks for the follow!

Oh, this is an interesting topic, thanks for asking!!! And though I have already posted this info in my Insta (in Polish) I would be delighted to translate it to English and post it here.

So, let’s go!

Józef Poniatowski’s women.

Part I. His “documentary proved” love interests.

1.

Number one in the Poniatowski’s love interest will be his first love, Maria Carolina Anna von Thun und Hohenstein.

She was an Austrian and 6 years younger than Pepi (born on May 19, 1769), and they met by in Vienna in the late 1780s. She was charming and musically talented, and he fell in love with her to such a degree that even considered an option to propose. In a letter to his sister Poniatowski wrote that Karolina seemed to him to possess the most characteristics of the ideal woman and that if he were independent and if Karolina would have agreed to wait for him he would be find his happiness with her.

(Carolina - on the right - with her sisters)

But, unfortunately, the fate of Prince Józef at that time depended on the will of his uncle, King Stanisław August, and the latter had completely different intentions towards the nephew. Therefore, in 1788, Pepi, instead of proposing to his chosen one, had to leave Vienna for Warsaw.

And with that is, alas, how the story of these two ended... Because when the last king Poland died ten years later, Carolina von Thun was already a married. But before giving her hand to the Englishman, Lord Richard Guilford, she waited about five years (the wedding took place in October 1793.) And though sources are silent on the topic whether Caroline shared Pepi’s feelings or not, the latter fact in my opinion suggests that she did.

As for Pepi himself - the news about Caroline’s wedding (as well as her premature death - in 1800, at the age of only 30) caused in him a serious depression. Which in turn made it easier for another woman to appear in Poniatowski’s life. The woman who consoled Pepi’s broken heart and helped him to survive that hard time...

But before turning our attention to her we should recall another another person ))

2.

An actress and a mother of prince Jozef’s firstborn.

Her name was Margareth (Małgorzata) Magdalena Wiktoria, she was born in 1767, being a daughter of an actor Leon Sitański she became an actress herself.

The actress Sitańska, engraving from that time

Pregnant Zelia in a theater box, engraving from that time

On September 1791, in Poniatowski’s absence (he was on the military training with his regiment) Zelia gave birth to a boy. The child was christened as Józef, and in the birth certificate was written as a son of a nobleman Józef Chmielnicki, an officer in the imperial service, and his wife Małgorzata née Narbutowicz. (Well, can’t help mentioning theories that the real mother of the boy might have been that Małgorzata Narbutowicz, or another actress of surname Sitańska - Dorothea, Zelia’s stepmother. But, frankly speaking I don’t think all this very plausible)

In any case, whoever the mother of the boy was, the father was certainly Poniatowski, what the prince confirmed again 20 years later, mentioning Jozef Chmelnicki in his will in 1812. (Although the latter was then an officer in the ... Austrian service).

And what about Zelia? It is not known for sure how long their relationship with Pepi lasted.

On one hand, in 1793 in Brussels the prince already met the woman who would be present in his life till his death. But, on the other hand, diarists recalled that in 1794, during the Kościuszko Uprising, Poniatowski "departed for Warsaw ... to his dear Sitańska, leaving the position in danger". Either way, the death of the actress in 1796 naturally put an end to the relationship.

As for Prince Joseph's son, he survived both his alleged mother and father. In 1813 (and later) he fought again on the side of the Austrians. And died in Vienna, after 1860, single and childless.

And now let’s finally move to the woman mentioned above.

3.

Six (or may be even ten) years older than prince Jozef, and maîtresse-en-titre of Poniatowski’s last 20 years of life.

Henriette de Vauban, née de Puget de Barbentane. A Frenchwoman, born in Paris on May 10, 1757. On June 18, 1775, she married a count (after other source - a marquis) Jacob-Anne-Joseph Le Prestre de Vauban. After Revolution outbreak Mme de Vauban emigrated to Brussels. And there, in the house of Poniatowski’s sister Theresa Tyszkiewicz Henrietta in 1793 met Pepi.

A miniature portrait of Mme de Vauban

In 1794 Poniatowski left Belgium to join the Kościuszko Uprising. But a year later, when he settled after Uprising’s fall in Vienna his sister joined him bringing with herself her friend Henriette.

And three years later, when after the death of his uncle Pepi moved to Warsaw, his sister and Mme de Vauban accompanied him again. (Some diarists mentioned that in the first years of life in Warsaw Henriette was accompanied by her husband, but it most probably he came there because he was a member of the entourage of Ludwik de Bourbon, Count of Provence, whose stayed in Warsaw that time)

In Warsaw Pepi settled in the Copper-Roofed (“Pod Blachą”) palace. And Henrietta - as the maîtresse-en-titre - became the “house mistress”. And though she didn’t stay the only woman in the prince's bed in the next 15 years Poniatowski had warm feelings towards her until the end of his life.

(However - can’t help but menton - the Polish diarists of the period recalled Henrietta as a capricious and impetuous person, devoted of beauty. And also accused her of taking advantage of her lover, for "selling" invitations to Blacha, and lending money to Prince Józef, which he himself had previously given her. French source, nevertheless, are more benevolent, stating that Mme de Vauban had charming smile and a soft, pleasant voice. And naming her as a reason why Poniatowski never married.)

And the will prince Jozef wrote in 1812 states, in my opinion, that Henriette wasn’t that bad as she was described by the Poles. Because Pepi left her a large sum of money, and mentioned "the kindness and gratitude that her heart gave him and which, even with death, will not end". And when, in 1813, when, having returned from the Moscow campaign, prince Jozef had again to leave Warsaw with the army, Mme de Vauban accompanied him to Kraków.

Little, however, is known about what happened to Henriette after Poniatowski’s death. One of the diarists recalled that after receiving the news of the battle of Leipzig Mme De Vauban was “drowned in tears and desperation; shut up and does not accept anyone.” Another historian found out that in 1816 she was still in Warsaw, busy with the matters of the inheritance received from Prince Józef. And finally, in French sources I managed to find that Mme de Vauban died on February 24, 1829, in Pantin.

And now the last woman, about which it is known for sure she had a relationship with Jozef Poniatowski.

4.

Twenty years younger than him, a mother of his second son and... unfaithful?

Sophia (Zofia) Czosnowska née Potocka. She was born in 1782 (some sources say even in 1787), so she was almost 20 - if not 25 - years younger than Prince Józef. In 1808, when they met, she was already a wife of a distant relative of hers, had a son and even manage to separated from her husband (the latter, by the way, was even older than Poniatowski).

The diarists of the epoch recall Czosnowska as "a very shapely blonde with beautiful facial features, large blue eyes and a charming smile" who "turned her heads by the dozen". So small wonder that Prince Józef succumbed to her spells.

Sophia in Paris in 1830th

Becoming his lover, beautiful Sophia did with Pepi whatever she wanted. It was for her "charming eyes" that he organized dances in Advent in 1808. A year later, after his victory over the Austrians, he stayed in Krakow for several months, she joined him there.

But at the end of the year she returned to Warsaw and it was there that in December 1809 her second son was born. At baptism, the boy was given the name Józef and the surname - Ponitycki, because Pepi, of course, considered this child his own. Although, as Anna Nakwaska mentions in her letters, Czosnowska did not lack other admirers (a certain Szołdrski and an officer named Gawar were mentioned among them). But Prince Józef, according to the same Nakwaska, did not care about such a state of affairs at all, living with it all "in the best harmony".

Józef Peszka, Zofia née Potocki Czosnowska with her son Józef Ponitycki

In 1813, when Prince Poniatowski and his army went to Krakow, Czosnowska, together with Mme de Vauban, accompanied him again. When the news of the death of the prince near Leipzig reached Poland, she played the role of a "pained widow". (Although she was very dissatisfied with the ordinances from Pepie's will concerning her and her son.) And a year later, at the Congress of Vienna, she had another affair.

Then she finally divorced her first husband, and in 1822 she again stood on the wedding carpet, this time with Aleksander Oborski. The marriage lasted 10 years, the spouse gave his surname to two of his wife's illegitimate daughters, but eventually took his own life by committing suicide.

After her husband's death, Sophia Oborska lived the life of a merry widow for some time, but at the end of her life she entered into a trial with her own children. Died, indebted and abandoned by relatives, in Wiesbaden in 1857.

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And these four were the only women about which is definitely known Józef Poniatowski did have feelings for. Of course, there were some others, but about all of them - including the emperor’s sister Pauline - we can state that they were love interests of Pepi with this or that degree of probability.

Of course, I am going to write about them as well (first in my Instagram, then here), so, please, stay tuned!

[totallytrucked]

Hello everyone I am here to tell you about the Mexico production of spring awakening

Ok first of all it’s on YouTube! And it’s a proshot!here's the link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oFS4RmmGzxE

ok so they have a smaller set than a lot of sa productions but i think it's used really well. it kind of looks like the inside of a church? anyways mama who bore me is very pretty and the girl who plays wendla is melissa barrera, and she's really good. the adult women's dress in this is really good, it's very fun to look at. it's all stripey.

mama who bore me reprise is iconic incredible. the girls are wearing their victorian combination underwear things i love it. during the end part, ilse is just going off during the "mama who bore me" low parts it's amazing jdhjf hnngh.

anyways the boys are all wearing little green pants for their uniform. very cute. i love this moritz (pepe navarrete) he reminds me a lot of vienna moritz (wolfgang turks) like a very cute moritz. the lighting during all that's known? iconic. tbol slaps in this. so good. iker madrid is one of my fave hanschens and that might be due to his riff on "khakis" <3

then the adults come out and they actually hold picture frames whenever they're playing school people which i think is really cool.

the girls come out for my junk and they have such cute costumes and the my junk staging is really good and martha and anna dance together hhnnng gay rights! also martha has such a good voice in this production. ivonne garza your hand in marriage

next is touch me and it's so good in this version and it slaps. the lighting? incredible. the singing? amazing. ernst's solo? (this is a pun because they are saying 'solo' in the song) but anyways ernst's solo is amazing. (arturo valdemar iconic.) ugh it's so good. moritz sock excellence.

anyways i really love this wendla so much she's so great <3 and this melchior (mauricio romero) is also really good. but i mean it's word of your body. it sounds very pretty in spanish though.

anyways here comes moritz to tell them he passed it's very sweet they hug. when hanschen says "the middle terms" either otto or georg hits him with a book which is very funny. and the melchritz hug is so cute jdhgjhd like moritz jumps into melchior's arms like he's a koala and i do not envy melchior having to hold him the entire scene but.

the girls come on and they actually have the medicine ball and thea sits on it i love them. anyways during the dark i know well martha's mother holds a smaller picture frame when talking to her and then the other girls sleep on the medicine ball it's really cool and interesting. martha's voice is very unique in this production, it's very deep. ilse's voice is also really pretty it sounds so good.

and then there were none also slaps in this. moritz </3 :(

once again i come to appreciate the lighting its wonderful. and during the part where moritz goes "they're not my home, not anymore" and the boys start singing in the background, they move from further upstage to further downstage. and the blocking during the part where all the boys join in so good ikfghkjd and the energy? they're like jumping and headbanging hnng lighting!!

ugh it's good.

they use the swing in mirror blue night too it's really cool. and moritz wanders off the stage and it sounds so good ksdjghksj and the cello/bass really came in during this part it's good

the weird mirror blue night choreo is somewhat better because it's faster and melchior looks less confused when he's doing it. i believe also sounds really good. everything in this production sounds really good watch it!

ok act 2

the guilty ones, as customary in this production, slaps. and the choreography is really good.

moritz's hair is thankfully not bad in act 2 (phew) also he has more of metal voice (?) like there's more of a rasp on some notes, esp. the high notes in don't do sadness. it's very good. moritz sock excellence again. and he's headbanging and the energy! yes! dds is faster than it usually is but it's so good.

also ilse (roxana puente) is just so good. and i like her costume. she just sounds so sad and i want to give her a hug. :( and the flowers are really pretty.

and when the two songs overlap it's jisdhfus uhhghghhg watch it! i can't describe it ugh it's so good.

also the audience claps after every song where there's a break and they're so enthusiastic and it makes me really happy

moritz dies and it's sad. he's like crying i can't

also shoutout to whoever arranged the music it's really good there's a lot of strings going on.

left behind as well. and ilse just breaks down crying at moritz's grave and god. :'(

the high notes as well? impeccable. melchior is so good.

the adults come on with their picture frames. mauricio romero reminds me of aneurin barnard in totally fucked, he has similar energy. totally fucked is just so good in this production. the choreography, the lights, the energy, the singing, wonderful. during the second chorus they all do this choreography and it's really good. also hanschen does a riff during his solo and the energy is so good. sfkhjdfkj and stuff flashes on the walls watch it please! people are saying hey and i just dkfjghdjg and the guitar i'm going insane

anyways totally fucked ends. oh hey vineyard scene. ernst is shorter than hanschen in this production which is pretty cute and they're just relaxing on the stage it's really sweet. and the audience isn't laughing too much. which is nice. anyways iker madrid is a more andy mientus-esque hanschen and it works. and the lighting there are like little stars that spin around i just yes! they kiss and it's just very cute. this entire vineyard scene is just very sweet and cute and dkfhglkdjfg hanschen slowly leans in and like caresses ernst's face shhhhskrgjhsj gay rights dkfhdlk

the vineyard scene is very cute. then wendla is pregnant blah blah blah. whispering is super pretty in this one, and i have great respect for wendla because she's sitting down the entire song and it's very hard to sing sitting down. also there's this very pretty violin going along the melody line (or something) and it's *moritz voice* so haunting. and the acting from the adults when they discuss sending melchior to a reformatory is very sad. the boys look like newsies in the reformatory scene it's so funny. always wonderful to see melchy get his ass beat.

when wendla and frau bergmann go to see the abortionist they're wearing these sick cloaks and when wendla screams "mama" it's just heartbreaking :'(

and they pronounce ilse "il-say" which i love.

the fog machine comes out during those you've known which i feel like is a requirement for any sa production at this point. and moritz just comes onstage from the audience and he's sort of bent over it's good! also the lights look really good in this scene which is really cool. and moritz is facing away from the audience when he first comes on and wendla sings to moritz a bit and i just sdkjfghskjdfh!! the drums snap in those you've known it's good anyways

the emotion! moritz leans against melchior i'm going to cry jfkhdjfkh

ilse comes on for the song of purple summer and it's very pretty and i just emotions! hnnfgdk and the stage lights up and moritz and melchior and wendla are still holding on to each other and it's just aaaaahhhhh!!!! moritz and ilse like interact and i'm everyone is like talking to each other and it's so bitter sweet and the harmonies!!

*sobbing* and the last chorus kicks in and i. ok. that was a musical. the audience gives them a well deserved standing ovation that's iconic. everyone go watch spring awakening mexico now.

and they have a totally fucked encore during the bows i'm going crazy. i love this.

tl;dr: sa mexico uses lighting, a great set, and just impeccable performances to create a beautiful and moving experience. it may not be too polished, but you can see the heart in the production.

[insanity-times-10]

zero

part one of the #1 Fan series

also posted on AO3

huge shoutout to my friend Ash who let me use their OC

“Hey there!” Jane said with a wave. “What’s your name?” The bright-haired teen stepped backwards, their place quickly filled by the screaming horde that was the Queendom. In a spur-of-the-moment decision, Jane decided to follow the shy fan.

Bad choice, Jane.

The fans swarmed around her, making it nearly impossible to move. Somehow, she managed to stagger through the throng and catch up with the teen.

“Hi,” Jane panted, completely out of breath. “Sorry about that, I didn’t mean to scare you. What’s your name?”

“I’m Zero, I’m... I’m a really big fan, Ms. Seymour.”

“I’ve noticed. You’re here about once a month, right?”

Zero laughed nervously. “Yeah. I didn’t know... I didn’t think you noticed things like that.”

“I do. We notice a lot more than people think we do.” Jane noticed Zero looking around anxiously, so she decided it was time for her to head back to the theater. “Hey, listen,” she said, “I’ve gotta head back inside, I think the others are looking for me. I’m on pretty much all the social media, though, so feel free to shoot me a message anytime!” She turned around and left with a wave, and to her surprise, Zero ran up behind her.

“Hey, uh, do you... do you think I could meet the other queens?” they asked. “I’m just... I-I’m such a big fan, it’s my dream to talk to all of you in person.”

Jane smiled. “Of course! You’ve been here one night a month since we opened. I think it’s time you finally met us.” Jane led Zero inside through the stage door and back to the dressing rooms. The two stopped first at the dressing room Jane shared with Cathy and Kat. Jane knocked on the door. “Everyone decent in there? We have a guest.”

Kat opened the door. She was wearing a sports bra and leggings, since she absolutely refused to put on her hoodie until she had to, and had obviously been reorganizing her makeup organizer. Cathy was still in costume, methodically taking off her makeup with a cleanser she constantly raved about, both online and to the queens.

“Heya, Janey,” Kat said. “We were worried you’d gotten a girlfriend that none of us knew about.”

Cathy nearly spat out the water she’d just taken a drink of. “That is untrue!” she shouted. “Don’t listen to this heretic, babes, she doesn’t know what she’s talking about.”

“You haven’t got a need to worry, honey. I’m yours as long as you want me to be.”

Kat cleared her throat. “Hate to break up the cuteness, but didn’t you say something about a guest?”

“Oh, yeah, sorry! This is Zero... I’m sorry, what pronouns do you use?”

Zero, who had been picking at their nails, jumped at the question. “What?” they asked.

“She asked what pronouns you use, darling,” Cathy helped.

“Oh, okay. I, uh, I use they/them. And you can, um, you can call me Z if you want.”

“Alright, then, this is Z, they’ve been coming to our shows about once a month, and they really wanted to meet us,” Jane explained. Z gave a small wave.

“What do you think of the decorations?” Kat asked.

Zero looked around, taking in everything. They smiled. “I really like the flags,” they said. “It’s cool that you all have your own.”

“Yeah, it’s pretty neat. Someone sent them to us for pride month, and then we bought a few of our own that we use as blankets,” Kat explained.

“That’s neat!” Zero exclaimed. They turned to Jane. “Ms. Seymour-”

“Call me Jane,” she interrupted. “You can call us all by our first names, we’re not that formal.”

“Except Lina,” Cathy added. “You wait for permission to call her anything but Queen Catherine.”

Z snickered. “Queen Catherine?”

“Yep,” Kat said. “Her Royal Snobbiness refuses to give up her title.”

“But don’t tell her we called her that,” Cathy chimed in.

“She’ll have our heads,” Kat joked.

Zero nodded. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Anyway, you were going to say something?” Jane prompted.

“I was gonna ask if we can go say hi to the others,” they replied.

“Of course! Are you okay going by yourself-”

“Could you come with me?” Z interrupted. “I’m just not- uh, I guess comfortable would be the word- introducing myself to people.”

“I’ll go with you!” Kat volunteered enthusiastically. “Well, if you’re okay with it, that is.”

“Yeah, that’s fine,” Zero said. “I just don’t wanna go alone.”

“Yay!” Kat cheered, jumping out of her chair. She nearly put her arm around Z’s shoulder, but stopped herself. “Is it cool if I put my arm around you?”

“Yeah, that’s fine. Thanks for asking, though.”

“Anytime, friend.” Kat draped her arm across them, and the two set off into the hallway. “Wanna bet Jane and Cath’ll be making out when we get back?”

Z flinched. They weren’t used to anyone being this open about being in a same-sex relationship. “Uhm… they might, I guess?” they ventured. “You know them better than I do.”

“Huh. I guess you’re right.” Kat shrugged. “Anyway, here we are. Go on in, I’ll be right behind you.”

Z stepped into the dressing room and was taken aback by all the bright colors and loud sounds. They couldn’t quite tell what was playing on whoever’s speaker was blaring music, but it didn’t sound like anything they’d heard before. Kat must’ve noticed the look of discomfort on Zero’s face, because she’d gone to do something with the promise of being right back. Just like that, the music’s volume lowered, and Z let out a sigh of relief. Kat pulled a chair up next to the costume rack in the middle of the room and climbed on top of it.

“Ladies!” she shouted, almost instantly quieting everyone down, save for the alternates, who were in the corner finishing up a rather vicious card game. “Ladies, this is Zero, Jane brought them in to meet everyone.” Z waved nervously.

Almost immediately, Anne was in Z’s face. Kat, of course, practically had to pry her off of them.

When Zero caught sight of Catalina, they quickly bowed and muttered, “Your Highness.”

“Oh, none of that here. Call me Lina. I don’t know what those two-” she looked warily at Kat- “told you, but you don’t need to call me Queen anything or Your Highness, anything of that sort, mijo.” Her eyes widened as the last word left her lips. “Oh my goodness, that was rather insensitive of me. It’s just… Spanish is so heavily gendered, and I’m not about to let go of my mother tongue-”

“Lina. It’s fine,” Z interrupted. “It’s actually nice that someone is willing to call me pet names, especially after what happened with my parents… let’s just say we’ve got a pretty strained relationship.”

“Oh, cariño, I’m sorry you had to deal with that,” Catalina comforted them. “I want you to know that we’re all here for you, and you can message us on social media anytime, even if it’s just something little that made you feel happy.”

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Z spent the next three hours perched on Catalina’s dressing room counter, finally excusing themself when they realized that they had an early shift the next day at Barnes & Noble.

Zero let themself into their apartment, taking off their shoes and tossing their keys into the little dish they kept by the door. They reeled for a second at the shock of taking off their platform shoes, but they quickly adjusted. They grabbed a cookie off of the countertop, a couple of those could serve as dinner. They tapped a quick hello on Ricky’s (their betta fish) bowl as they walked past on their way to the living room. Then, seating themself on the floor, they pulled out their phone and opened the photos app. There, at the beginning of their camera roll, was the selfie they’d taken that night with all the queens.

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“I really liked that Z kid. I hope we talk again soon,” Jane said.

Cathy hummed some form of a response, too intently focused on the back rub she was giving Jane. “You’re really tense tonight,” she observed. “Everything feel okay? Nothing’s sore?”

“I’m fine,” Jane replied, waving the question off.

“It’s your shoulders,” Cathy continued. “You’re taking enough time for yourself?”

“Probably not, but seriously, everything feels fine.”

Cathy stopped working the taut muscles in Jane’s shoulder. “Are you worried about anything? You’re seeming pretty off.”

“I told you, I’m fine. Can we just go to sleep?” Jane asked.

Cathy sighed. “Yeah. I guess we can.”

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“Chérie, stop overthinking this. They told you, it’s fine that you used the masculine form.”

Catalina stopped pacing long enough to give Anne a stern look. “Yes, that’s what they said, but is it what they meant?” she asked.

“Fair point,” Anne replied, “but you’re still giving it too much thought. Come to bed, we can talk it out in the morning. You’ll be able to think better after you get some rest.”

“I suppose you’re right,” Catalina said with a shrug. Anne patted her wife’s side of the bed, and Catalina climbed in without much hesitation. She gave Anne a kiss on the temple and lay down.

“Night night, mon amour,” Anne whispered.

“Buenas noches, querida,” Catalina replied. She lay there for about ten minutes, still wide awake. “Annie?” she whispered into the darkness. Anne grunted. “Oh, good, you’re still awake.”

“Awake being a loosely used term, yes,” Anne grumbled.

“I just wanted to say one more thing.”

“Then say it before I go to sleep.”

“I hope our baby grows up to be just like you.” Catalina smiled as she said this, hoping it was a good way to break the news to Anne.

Anne shot up in bed. “Our… our baby?” she managed to stutter out. “You’re pregnant?”

“Yeah. And I already talked to Lucy, I’m performing until I’m physically unable to.”

“That’s great.” Anne yawned, then laid down with her head on Catalina’s stomach. “I think I’m gonna stay like this,” she decided.

“It doesn’t hurt me, so as long as you’re comfortable I’m fine with it.”

The two fell asleep like that.

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“Y’know, they mentioned our flags,” Kat said.

“Really?” Anna asked.

“Yep! And they just seemed pretty cool in general.”

Anna laughed, shaking her head. “You realize I was there, correct? I did meet them.”

“Oh, yeah! Sorry,” Kat apologized.

Anna finished putting on her pajamas and went to join Kat on the bed. “It’s alright, love. I’m glad you thought they were cool. Perhaps you can message them in the morning?”

“It might take me some looking,” Kat replied, “but I could probably find them. I might let them follow my private account as well.”

“Sounds like a plan. Bedtime now, alright?” Anna snuggled up in the covers and turned off the lamp. Kat curled up against her, earning a kiss on the head.

“Nighty-night, baby,” Kat said, already half asleep. Anna did not reply, only snored softly.

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Zero got up from the floor and stretched. They’d already been awake longer than they should’ve been. They went into their room and put on their pajamas, then went back into the kitchen and said goodnight to Ricky. They grabbed another cookie, their fourth for the night, and laid down in their bed. They turned their phone on and opened Instagram.

God only knows how long they’d be awake.

[dissonantdreamer]

So I had a thought. Not exactly a headcanon, just something that crossed my mind. So remember the first TLOU2 trailer that featured Abby? And everyone thought it could be Ellie’s mom because of some physical similarities. What if, in a weird twist, they were sisters? Full sisters, half sisters, I don’t know. Perhaps Jerry is their father, and they have different moms. Imagine if Jerry was unknowingly immune, which he passed on to Abby unknowingly also. In Part 3, Abby somehow finds out and wonders if her father actually would have willingly sacrificed her for the vaccine. Idk it’s super far fetched and it was just something that crossed my mind when I couldn’t sleep.

I dig this theory and it adds a layer to an existing theory of mine and gives it a gut punch so i’m gonna run with this and hope that’s cool anon, since this fandom is pretty collaborative as is. my theory and merging of theories’ below the cut:

okay okay okay so I've had a little brain theory for a while, that Anna originally was out in Utah at the college, that's where she, Marlene, and Jerry were eventually stationed along with Abby's mum. Anna was stubborn according to what little we know. so my theory is that there was some disagreement with how whoever was in charge before Jerry was operating, she left for Boston, Marlene loved Anna and went with her to keep her safe. Jerry disagreed with Anna leaving (not necessarily because he's Ellie's dad in my theory but totally could have room for that) anyway the work they were doing was too important to him even at the cost of human lives. A lot of people theorize that the boxes on Abby's bed are full of her childhood photos, however I have always thought that they are Jerry's notes. Plus her mother's notes. Plus whatever Anna left behind with him is in there too. I think this because Abby is sentimental, she has photos of her dad up everywhere I don't think she'd keep photos of her childhood hidden away. 2018-19  they have a break through in some capacity but there is a FEDRA raid or something that happens first because they are the most incompetent and they ruin everything and this comes just after Anna takes her leave with Marlene in tow.

Whatever is left in those boxes are the key to Jerry’s work as a whole. Possibly why he was eager to cut into Ellie as soon as possible. And if we applied your theory that Jerry was Ellie’s dad perhaps Anna left without telling him she’s pregnant, or she didn’t know until they began traveling, that adds, in a ironic twist borne from Marlene asking him “if this was your daughter, what would you do?” that Jerry knew what he was looking at, just not who he was looking at. If Joel hadn’t intervened, he’d have figured it out eventually what he had done.

i really dig your thoughts anon. I really don’t know if Jerry was immune but perhaps working on something that would make future generations immune was a thing and i dig the idea of later in life abby finding out she was immune the whole time.