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If you’re seeing what I put this together to make it look like then… I hope you enjoy. 



Unffff!!!



They’d been trying.
For so many months and James had forced himself not to hope, couldn’t allow himself to hope after everything they’d already been through; too many doctors, false news and bad news, all stealing away any hope to be had.
Last time, as Michael held him through the heartbreak and tears, James was ready to give up. To accept that there would be no baby for them. Michael hadn’t been ready to give up. So they had tried again.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, the doctor’s words echoing through his head, James let himself hope, just a little bit. He’d be careful this time. Follow all and any advice the doctor gave him. He wouldn’t fail this time.
Hand shaking slightly, James placed his hand on his stomach, against the slight curve there he’d been trying so hard not to notice even after he’d started being sick every morning. He was thankful for Michael’s early mornings, making it easier for him to hide the newest symptom, unable to watch the hope fade from grey-green eyes. 
He heard the front door open, Michael returning home from his newest audition, and calling for him. “In the bedroom,” he replied, thoughts suddenly wondering how to tell Michael the news. 
“Why are you hiding back here? Are you not feeling…” Michael started to ask, walking into the room and stopping only a couple steps into the room, his eyes finding the hand on James’ stomach, “James… are you…?”
James nodded, not trusting his voice at the moment. Michael was in front of him, long legs carrying him across the room quickly, wrapping arms around James, solid and real before kissing him, happy and excited and so full of hope.
“Really? Not trying to doubt you,” Michael said, keeping James in his arms.
James nodded again. “Went to the doctor while you were out.”
Michael smiled, the bit of uncertainty fading away. James smiled, too, Michael’s smile and the happiness in his eyes easing the fear in James’ heart, not all the way, not yet, but enough to allow himself to feel the some of the happiness for himself.
“May I?” Michael asked and after James nodded, placed his hand on James’ stomach. James put his hand over Michael’s, allowing himself to hope just a little bit more that maybe they’d be okay this time, that he wouldn’t fail, and they’d have the family they’d been trying so hard for finally. 
(I know that isn’t what the OP intended, but when scrolling through my dash from the app, the image froze on James’ stomach and I’ve been on such a mpreg kick anyway, so this is what my brain came up with.)

intowhiteness:

objectifyingjamesmcavoy:

If you’re seeing what I put this together to make it look like then… I hope you enjoy. 

Unffff!!!

They’d been trying.

For so many months and James had forced himself not to hope, couldn’t allow himself to hope after everything they’d already been through; too many doctors, false news and bad news, all stealing away any hope to be had.

Last time, as Michael held him through the heartbreak and tears, James was ready to give up. To accept that there would be no baby for them. Michael hadn’t been ready to give up. So they had tried again.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, the doctor’s words echoing through his head, James let himself hope, just a little bit. He’d be careful this time. Follow all and any advice the doctor gave him. He wouldn’t fail this time.

Hand shaking slightly, James placed his hand on his stomach, against the slight curve there he’d been trying so hard not to notice even after he’d started being sick every morning. He was thankful for Michael’s early mornings, making it easier for him to hide the newest symptom, unable to watch the hope fade from grey-green eyes. 

He heard the front door open, Michael returning home from his newest audition, and calling for him. “In the bedroom,” he replied, thoughts suddenly wondering how to tell Michael the news. 

“Why are you hiding back here? Are you not feeling…” Michael started to ask, walking into the room and stopping only a couple steps into the room, his eyes finding the hand on James’ stomach, “James… are you…?”

James nodded, not trusting his voice at the moment. Michael was in front of him, long legs carrying him across the room quickly, wrapping arms around James, solid and real before kissing him, happy and excited and so full of hope.

“Really? Not trying to doubt you,” Michael said, keeping James in his arms.

James nodded again. “Went to the doctor while you were out.”

Michael smiled, the bit of uncertainty fading away. James smiled, too, Michael’s smile and the happiness in his eyes easing the fear in James’ heart, not all the way, not yet, but enough to allow himself to feel the some of the happiness for himself.

“May I?” Michael asked and after James nodded, placed his hand on James’ stomach. James put his hand over Michael’s, allowing himself to hope just a little bit more that maybe they’d be okay this time, that he wouldn’t fail, and they’d have the family they’d been trying so hard for finally. 

(I know that isn’t what the OP intended, but when scrolling through my dash from the app, the image froze on James’ stomach and I’ve been on such a mpreg kick anyway, so this is what my brain came up with.)

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Updated the completed list of fics page to include the AO3 links to the DD comment fics. Also added a few links to fics I hadn’t yet added apparently. Oops.

Now to attempt to write or something. 


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I might spend part of today linking my comment fics that are now on AO3 to my list of fics page since I haven’t done that yet.

I’ve yet to decide if today is a proper writing day or not. I currently have a headache and no Internet on my laptop (posting this from my phone) so I might wait til I’m at work and hopefully feeling better to do anything.

I’m still struggling a bit to write and I’m not entirely sure if I’ll be able to write things for a while without feeling off and worrying that what I’m writing isn’t any good. So, if you don’t want to be subjected to posts like this, feel free to unfollow.


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Sorry no writing updates today. Most of the day was spent packing more stuff and sticking it in storage and then I was just too tired to do much else. I work tomorrow so I’ll probably work on writing while there.


tagged as: #writing is hard

The ficlet has morphed a bit from original intent and I might wait to post it until after I’ve edited the previous one. But I am writing again. Slowly. Baby steps.


tagged as: #writing is hard

Plan is to still try to write something tonight. Probably the photo ficlet. 


tagged as: #writing is hard

Mentioned this on my personal but basically, despite the internet cooperating, I’m just too exhausted to try to write thing tonight. Might try tomorrow night. If not, there’s always Sunday. 


I have a photo thing saved in my drafts that I thought about trying to write a ficlet for (though I worry about writing it when the OP clearly intended one thing and their photo inspired something else entirely in my mind, though I know if they asked me to remove it I gladly would) but seeing as I’m currently without internet and my tablet is not as reliable as I’d like it to be when it came to typing up things (well unless I write it up in EverNote but I’m still sort of avoiding the rest of my fics) it’ll have to wait.

I currently have 12 photo/gif things saved to write things for that I just haven’t gotten around to yet. I thought maybe if I started with them, baby steps for writing, something new instead of the scary dragons of something old. Nothing expected, eagerly awaited for. Just things I felt like writing once upon a time but saved for when I didn’t feel as busy, stressed, like I had been during the semester.

Maybe later the internet will be cooperating.


tagged as: #writing is hard

tagged as: #writing is hard

Might attempt to rewrite both the snippet and the ficlet I’ve posted before tackling the rest of twins fic. Baby steps. Might be easier to defeat the evil witch before going after the dragon. Metaphorically speaking that is.