said no Nsfw that means I won't be doing smut/lemon as I am also not okay with smut or lemon but since Yandere is also like Nsfw so, I won't Allow anything too Harsh.❌. So... That means I will allow Yandere but since The welcome home project was susposed to be a horror project.... I will also allow Gore but not too much. Please be respectful here in this blog too cause I am getting stressed out but that don't worry I'll be fine. Just please Respect and listen to the guidelines.
Updated 5/21/2023-
As For Fluff and Angst:
You may Request Fluff! But for Angst it's neutral but also alright just not anything harsh, if you want angst to fluff then I will Post it! If you want fluff to angst, it is also alright! Just Not anything too harsh is alright.
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Summary: Congrats! You are Callie's mother in this fic. What really happened before Egon fled to Summerville?
Disclaimer: I do not own the Ghostbusters (sad, I know). This work has not been created for profit or financial compensation, and is a transformative fair use work in accordance with Section 107 of the United States Copyright Act.
Notes: I’m sort of nervous to post this. But, I hope at least some people read it aha!
Enjoy
***
He reacts just how I expected. Shock and confusion.
"You're sure?"
"I've taken half a dozen tests, so I guess I'm fairly certain..."
"Oh--" The color has completely drained from his face.
"You don't have to-- I mean, I don't expect anything from you. If you don't want to be in... the baby's life or mine now, I understand--"
Egon blinks a few times before grabbing my arm, "I never said I was leaving you." His voice gets quiet, "I'm just confused why you want to have my baby."
Baffled by his words, I have to take a moment to digest the comment, "You don't think I'd want to have a baby with you?"
His cheeks pinken, "No."
"I want to have this baby with you. I wouldn't want to have a baby with anyone else," I cradle his face in my hands, pulling him closer to press a quick kiss to his lips, "In fact, I'd choose you to have a baby with nine out of ten times."
His smile is small, "So, we're really doing this."
I lean my forehead against his, "I guess we are, Doctor Spengler."
four months later...
"Oh my god!" I sit up as quickly as I can.
Pulled from the first moments of sleep, Egon sits up quickly, looking slightly panicked, "(y/n)? What's wrong?" He reaches for the side table, fumbling around for his glasses.
"I swear I felt them kick," I reach for his hand, placing it right where the baby had kicked. His eyes dart up to mine before he focuses his attention on where his hand is laying on my stomach.
Minutes of silence pass before the baby aims a kick towards Egon's palm. Eyes widening comically, he moves to kneel between my legs, cradling my stomach in both of his hands.
"Oh wow..." He's got a goofy grin on his face as he continues to watch intently, waiting for the next sign of movement, "I didn't think I would... I mean, you don't realize how something like this will affect you until you experience it."
"Every moment like this makes it a bit more real, don't you think?" I yawn, settling further down in my pillow.
Egon nods, still fascinated with the little kicks, "they're already so strong."
Four months...
"Callie Eden Spengler," I proudly announce to Ray, Peter, and Winston as they crowd around me to get a better look at the baby. "Isn't she precious?"
Peter raises his eyebrows at Ray, earning himself an elbow to the ribs.
"Ow! I was joking," Peter glares at his friend before turning back towards me, "She's obviously very beautiful (y/n). Somehow you reproduced by yourself."
Knowing Peter, I roll my eyes at the comment, "She has Egon's eyes, so I think your theory may be wrong."
"Knock it off, you two. Now, can I hold her?" Winston asks. Handing over the baby, I glance over at the father of my child. He's got a small smile on his lips as he watches the people most important in his life interact.
I feel extremely lucky at this moment.
Three Months Later...
My stomach drops as the words leave his mouth. Leaving--? Everything is so perfect. How could he just leave?
"...and it's not-- you can't let her follow after me when she's older if she asks to. It will always be too dangerous where I'm going."
"What about me?" I feel the tears prickling at the corner of my eyes.
He just looks at me blankly. It says everything I need to know. "So it's over then." I feel strangely calm as my world crashes down around me so suddenly. Who knew your life could be so fragile without you knowing.
"(y/n)--"
"Is it done, Egon? Be honest with me."
He runs a hand through his hair, "Look. I don't want this, but it's what has to be done."
I let out a pathetic laugh, "What every woman wants to hear. You have to break up with me? We have a child!" I point towards Callie's room, "Your daughter is in the other room asleep, and you have to leave?"
He at least has the decency to look guilty as he looks over at the closed bedroom door. "There is nothing I want more than to stay--"
"Then stay!" My voice cracks as I grab his arms, forcing him to look at me, "Don't go! Stay here with me. If not for me, stay for Callie! You can't just leave us--" The tears spill from my eyes as I plead. Plead for him to see that staying here would be the right choice no matter what the future holds. I lean my forehead against his chest as I let all the impending grief spill.
A moment of hesitation later, his hands run up and down my back. I want to lean into the touch. I want to pull away from it too.
"Don't go," I whisper against his sweater.
Egon doesn't reply with words, continuing to try to soothe me, "Please believe me, (y/n). I don't want to. I promise you if the end of the world wasn't impending... I would never leave you."
"We'll come with--"
He cuts me off before I can continue, with a stern, "No."
"Egon..."
"You cannot come with me. I would've led with that if it were possible. I'm moving to the middle of nowhere; life will be rough and--"
"I don't care where you're going. If the three of us are together, I know it would be okay. I know how risky things can be working against the paranormal. I know the risks, and I'm ready to accept that it won't always be pretty..."
His hands cup my face, forcing me to stop speaking, "I can't take that risk." His thumb brushes against my cheek, eyes glancing down to my lips for a second before he's pressing his lips against mine. I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him as close as possible.
He pulls away first. "I have to go alone."
"Why didn't you just-- just leave before Callie was born? Why did you have to stay around and let me get used to having everything I wanted?"
Egon startles "(y/n)."
"Don't you dare deny it. You could've walked out then. It would've been easier if you walked out then, Egon." My words are cruel, but I can't find it in me to care for his feelings when he's breaking my heart for some hypothetical end of the world. And worst of all, he's breaking our family apart.
He recoils, taking a step back and wearing a wounded look. "Because I love you. That's why (y/n)."
"If you loved me, you wouldn't do this. You wouldn't do this, Egon!"
"Someday, you will realize I'm doing the right thing."
Recoiling, I glare at him, "I will never understand why you did this."
***
Reality sets in when I open my eyes the next morning. Callie is crying, and the sun is too bright. I glance over at Egon's unoccupied side of the bed.
I want to scream... want to sit in my bed and sob over the broken pieces, but I can't. I know I have to get up and live for Callie. I won't let her lose both of her parents in one night.
I get up to tend to the baby with determination in my heart. Cradling her against my chest feels good like my heart has the capability of healing as long as I have her in my arms.
"It's okay, my darling girl. Momma is here," I press a kiss to her forehead, comforting her, "We're going to be okay, just the two of us."
"(y/n)?" I turn towards my name. Ray stands in the doorway of Callie's bedroom.
I feel my throat clench in that terrible way that always means tears, "Ray, he's gone."
Ray can only nod.
Carefully, I set down Callie, "he's gone... and I don't think he's coming back." The words seem eerily final.
He takes two steps across the room, pulling me into his embrace. I let myself crumble.
Sudden Love Story [Yuri On Ice, Viktuuri] [14/14] (COMPLETO)
Yuuri tenía 13 años el día que conoció al hombre que dentro de 10 años sería su esposo. Claro que eso él aún no lo sabía.
Yuuri 16, Viktor 20: Ahora que Viktor y Yuuri son pareja, con el apoyo de sus familias y amigos, deberán tener cuidado de lo que opina la sociedad sobre ellos.
Este fic NO es shota.
Viktor y Yuuri se enamorarán a través de los años (se hacen novios cuando Yuuri tiene 16 años, lo cual ya no es considerado shota e_e). Humor, mucho fluff/romance. Hurt/comfort. Más fluff. No hay lemon, no existe.
Summary: The "what if" / fix-it-fic for my Egon Spengler fic "Before Summerville"
Disclaimer: I do not own the Ghostbusters (sad, I know). This work has not been created for profit or financial compensation, and is a transformative fair use work in accordance with Section 107 of the United States Copyright Act.
Notes: We’ll see where this ride takes us. This is super self-indulgent, but I hope you enjoy this ride with me.
Enjoy
*****
"Let me get this straight--"
I pause, trying to assemble my thoughts, "You believe you know where the apocalypse will start, and based on these... ruins in the middle of Oklahoma, you believe the year everything will literally go to hell is 2021?" I stare at him. Both of us are clearly sleep-deprived. Largely this is due to our three-month-old daughter's sleep schedule, but when your partner is clearly troubled by something they can't articulate to you.
Egon has become further obsessive with his work for the past few weeks. Coming home late, barely eating and sleeping... It wasn't only alarming but also confusing as he'd been so attentive for the entirety of my pregnancy and the first month and a half of Callie's life. I thought I had done something wrong... not been supportive enough or loving. Turns out that wasn't the case.
"That is... an oversimplification, but generally, yes. That is what I am saying."
"And you're certain that this is the truth and not something you dreamt up after barely sleeping now for over a week?" I don't mean to sound condescending, but it's the truth. It can't be healthy getting an hour of sleep per night.
"(y/n), I am certain that this is happening. If you're just going to--" he looks so frustrated, "brush me off like Ray, I don't want to hear it--"
As much as I love the way he's so passionate about the things he cares about, sometimes Egon can get excessively angry when you don't quite understand him. "Hey, I wasn't brushing you off. I'm worried that you're not taking care of yourself. Callie's already a lot of work, and I know it can be stressful at times with her crying... but, Egon, this is concerning behavior."
He runs a hand through his hair, looking around for a moment at our living room, "I need to go to Oklahoma."
"What do you mean? For-- for a trip to see this thing--"
Meeting my eyes, he quietly says, "I need to go permanently."
"Permanently? Don't you think we should talk about this first? This is a large decision to make at three in the morning... I mean, what would we do in Oklahoma?" He gives me a look, lips tightening into a line.
The bastard wasn't asking me to relocate, was he?
"No."
"(y/n)--"
"No! You are not leaving us here. I won't hear another word about it." I move around him, reaching for the bedroom door handle.
His hand, reaching out for me, stops my escape from the conversation. "It's a matter of the world ending--"
"I don't care if it's because the world is ending tomorrow! You cannot leave us here, Egon!"
"I wouldn't if it were safe--"
A noise of annoyance leaves my lips, "I don't care. If you're going, Callie and I are coming too. You don't get to just rip apart our family over something that could happen thirty years from now."
He blinks at me for a moment before turning around, "It wouldn't be easy. I can't afford to give you the life you deserve--"
"Egon, we barely get by as of now. Besides, I'll get a job somewhere in whatever dumpy old town in Oklahoma. How on Earth did you think you would make ends meet without bringing in any source of money?"
"I had plans..."
"Oh my god! Have you been planning this? Were you even going to tell me, or were you arranging on leaving in the dead of night?"
At least he has the decency to appear sheepish, "(y/n), it wasn't an easy decision..."
"Easy enough to just up abandon your family, though!"
Egon grabs my shoulders, forcing me to give him my undivided attention, "Why do you think I haven't left? It wasn't easy to just leave. Choosing to give up my daughter and-- and you. I would always regret leaving you."
I feel my heart beating wildly in my chest, "Then don't leave. You don't have to regret anything if you don't leave us behind."
His breathing is harsh as he searches my face before hanging his head. His grip on my shoulders eases, "(y/n)--"
"Don't," I tilt his chin up to look me in the eyes, "leave."
Egon stares blankly at me.
"Come to bed." Gently, I pull him towards our room, "You need to sleep."
He's easily maneuvered to sit on the bed. Tenderly, I remove his glasses, setting them down on the bedside table.
"Lift your arms." He does what I ask so I can pull his t-shirt over his head. There is something childlike about his appearance right now; hair mussed and exhaustion clear in the way his shoulder's slightly slump forwards.
The urge to hold him is overwhelming. To show him how much love I have for him. How much I need him to stay.
"Let's go to bed." I settle into the bed, making grabby hands towards him. Egon slowly moves towards me, slightly collapsing against my body. He feels heavy in my arms, head resting on my stomach, but I could care less.
The weight of him is reassurance that he's here. That he's not going to leave us.
I card my fingers through his hair, blunt nails scratching against his scalp occasionally, as I tune into the sound of his breathing.
Minutes pass, and I gradually feel him settle against me, his breathing evening out as he drifts into a deep sleep.
***
Waking up is a less than a graceful moment for me. I sit up, panic filling me as I reach for Egon's side of the bed, finding it empty and cold.
He better have not left. He better not have abandoned us...
Nervously, I open the door, expecting to be met with an empty living room. To have woken up in a world where I am a single mother. To a world without Egon.
Instead, I'm met with the sight of my beloved feeding our daughter, watching her intently.
A sigh of relief leaves my body as I let my body relax. The tension draining from my person.
I can tell that he's more relaxed, more himself than he's been in a long time. The tension his shoulders have held for the past month is gone, and the anxiety furrowing his brow dissipated.
"You were right. I can't leave her." He glances up at me, careful not to jostle the baby.
"You promise?" The question comes out shaky. Maybe, the anxiety hasn't completely been expelled from my body.
Egon stands, still cradling Callie to his chest. He moves closer, almost hesitantly, "We should start packing."
Moving my hand, I cradle Callie's head in my hand, the other hand moving to the nape of Egon's neck. He leans his forehead against mine. "If I tell you to run, you have to promise me you will listen. Do you understand me?"
"We're going to figure this out together--"
"Promise me. It's the only way I'll agree."
Pulling away, I see the seriousness in his eyes. There's fear hidden deep within the serious look.
"Okay. I promise you that I will take her far away if you ask me to."
He nods, "Okay."
Two Weeks Later...
"It's—"
He looks over at me from the driver's seat, "a dump."
"I was going to be nicer. It just needs a little… well, a little of everything."
I turn to look at the backseat of Ecto-1, where we've installed Callie's car seat. To my surprise, she's slept soundly for the last two hours of the drive.
We're sitting at the driveway base, looking towards the beaten-up old farmhouse. It isn't a pretty sight, but there's potential in broken things.
"I told you it wouldn't be nice."
"What on Earth are we going to do with all this farmland?" As far as I can see there are acres upon acres of fields.
"We are going to create a very large trap."
"You'll have to fill me in on what exactly we're going up against here."
"Let's focus on getting settled first."
"Fair enough." I reach for his hand, squeezing it softly.
