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mrsoftthoughts · 4 months

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We need to discuss all the implications of being a pregnant mortal in the Riordanverse when the baby you're carryingn is a greecoroman demigod

Because you can't look me dead in the eyes and tell me that that thing would be a normal pregnancy down any standards

I mean, there's a good chance that this it's only Rick forgetting about the math once again, but Sally's pregnancy should haven been either 3 months or between 11-14 months, and i feel like baby Percy would have wanted to stay there the longest possible because idk, just being comfy in his momma belly full of liquid

And i don't even want to think about being esperanza Valdez with a fetus capable of fuckin combust at any moment, beryl grace getting electroshocks everytime that Thalia kicked or anything that could happen with Maria di Angelo and her Two kids of the lord of the death

And Also exist the possibility that the mortal body isn't taking well having a interspecies fetus that maybe has a chance to act like ambrosia or nectar making that you feel like if you were burning from your insides because way too much Divinity too handle

And there's more

A Demigod can be born troug a C-section without the Doctors seeing something that a mortal definitely shouldn't? Who knows how a Demigod looks when they still in the uterus, there's even a chance of them having a minor scale "real" form as their parents, a now the doctor is fuckin blind

And how many times some of the mortal parents being really freaked out about this and knowing that they can't keep the baby have tried to get an abortion, in the best case it would work and now everything is ok..... But you can even abort a Demigod?? At least trough mortal methods, because i feel like there's a pretty big chance of this doesn't working

There's also a chance of this doesn't looking like a pregnancy at all, being honest this born from my headcanon of the Apollo kids gestations being unnoticeable ( since that apollos reaction towards sally pregnancy was really weird) and that i already mentioned in a previos post , but what if there's also the chance of you being completely oblivious towards this and then BOOM !! Baby

And then we have that the possibilities are low but never zero for a "pregnancy" like the ones of Castor and Pollux and Helen and Clytemnestra happening nowadays

And ofc... That we shouldn't look away for the possibilities of Mpreg with mortals being the ones carrying the baby, the limit with weird things here is inexistent to this point ( I'm not talking about Darren Knowles here btw, unless that you pull out the trans!Darren headcanon it's obvious that the one that give birth to kayla was Apollo, not for being a god, but because this man is such a bottom)

As a summary: Don't get pregnant from a god, theres a chance of it being terrifying

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meazalykov · 6 days

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getting what she wants

lena oberdorf x OC x USWNT x reader

part three of five

summary: you hope that your actions don't affect the national team before the olympics.

warnings: cheating

oc description here

the air in new york was thick with anticipation, the kind of electric energy that always surrounded a match, even a friendly.

but today, it wasn’t just about the game for you. there was something else simmering underneath the surface—a mix of emotions that you hadn’t quite been able to shake since the messy breakup with sloan three days before.

everyone knew about it by now, of course. your teammates, her teammates, mutual friends… it was impossible to keep anything quiet in the football world, especially when both of you were so connected to so many players.

you couldn’t even really escape it. but today, the pitch was your escape.

you tried to lose yourself in the familiar routine of preparing for the match. your bright blue cleats laced up, your mind running through tactical plays made by the new management, your body itching to release all the pent-up frustration and confusion from the last few weeks.

you couldn’t help but overhear sophia and trinity talking to tierna talking a few feet away, their voices hushed but carrying enough that you caught snippets while stretching.

"i mean, sloan was always going to have feelings for savannah," sophia said, her tone nonchalant.

"it’s no surprise they’re back together now."

"yeah, but still... y/n doesn’t deserve all of this," trinity muttered, glancing in your direction before looking back at sophia.

"i mean, come on. the whole thing was a mess."

"sloan wasn’t right for y/n, and we all knew it. it was only a matter of time before this happened. i just wished it didn’t happen now before the olympics. maybe this will be a good time for y/n to channel her anger into motivation. " tierna nodded in agreement, her arms crossed.

you felt your chest tighten at their words. even though you knew they were right—everyone was right—it didn’t make it any easier.

the breakup with sloan had been inevitable, but that didn’t stop the hurt. it didn’t erase the guilt of everything that had happened, especially with lena.

it stings knowing that savannah and sloan are basically back together– just three days after you guys officially broke up. sloan was never a victim, you knew that, but her making you out to be the bad guy was something you’ve never seen from her in the three years you had with her.

the whirlwind of emotions you’d been riding since– who knows when– felt like it was spinning out of control, and this game against mexico was your only chance to anchor yourself, even if just for ninety minutes.

you shook your head, trying to clear your thoughts as you stood up from the bench. being in the starting lineup was good, you had enough time to clear your head instead of overthinking on the bench.

"it’s just a game," you muttered to yourself, but deep down, you knew it was more than that.

this was your chance to prove yourself, not only to your teammates but to your new coach, emma hayes. she hadn’t been around long, but you could already feel the shift in the team. and you knew she was watching, evaluating, trying to piece together her starting eleven for the olympics.

you needed to show her that you belonged in that lineup—that you were ready for the pressure.

as you stepped onto the field outside of the tunnel, the excitement of the crowd filled your ears, but all you could focus on was the ball that was going to be at your feet, the opposing players that will be in front of you, and the tactical decisions you’d been preparing for all week.

the weight of everything else—lena, sloan, the drama—was still there, but for now, you shoved it to the back of your mind.

the game kicked off, and immediately, you found your rhythm.

your passes were sharp, your vision on point. mexico’s defense was tight, but as the best attacking midfielder in the world– you moved through them with ease, linking up with your teammates, pushing forward with purpose.

you gave your front line– sophia, trinity, and mallory– many great chances. which they all missed or got blocked. that is okay, for now. it's the tenth minute and with each touch of the ball, you felt more in control, more focused.

about fifteen minutes in, you spotted an opening in mexico’s backline as you pushed yourself up a bit– as mallory pulled herself back from an opportunity before.

you made a run, breaking past the defenders onside, and sophia found you with a perfectly timed through ball.

without hesitation, you took a shot. the ball curved beautifully past the goalkeeper and hit the back of the net after you took the shot outside of the box.

the stadium erupted in cheers, but all you felt was a rush of adrenaline and satisfaction.

you ran to the corner of the pitch with your arms out. most of the team sprinted to you and gave you hugs and praises. you needed that goal.

the first goal was always the hardest, but you weren’t done yet. not even close.

"y/n that was fucking amazing!" trinity called as she jogged up beside you, jumping on your back.

you laughed as you gave her the five second piggy-back ride before she pulled herself from your body.

"thanks trin," you replied, your mind already moving on to the next play.

as the first half wore on, the pressure from mexico intensified. they were pushing hard to equalize, but you were locked in.

every tackle, every pass, every decision you made was calculated, determined. you weren’t going to let anything slip.

in fact, a commentator on television mentions that you haven’t made an error yet.

right before halftime, you did it again. this time, it was a quick counterattack.

mallory drove the ball up the wing and sent a low cross into the box. you were there, in the right place at the right time, and with a swift touch, you redirected the ball into the net for your second goal.

"let’s fucking go!!!!" you heard mallory scream, running up to hug you.

the rest of the team swarmed around, congratulating you, but again, you kept it low-key.

you were locked in—laser-focused on what needed to be done. you couldn’t afford to let anything distract you, especially not now.

some of the girls knew what has gotten into you– but they’re still amazed.

at halftime, the locker room was buzzing with excitement. two-nil up against mexico was a good place to be, but you weren’t satisfied yet.

this was strange, usually you’re the happiest person on the planet when you score one goal each match. suddenly, two goals feels like lightwork for you.

you needed to do more.

as you sat down to catch your breath, you felt sophia sit next to you.

"you’re killing it out there," she said, offering a small smile.

"emma’s definitely gonna notice. no way she’s not starting you in the olympics after this." trinity joined in the conversation, putting her arm around your shoulders as you rested your head on hers.

you needed the comfort.

"thanks," you muttered, still feeling the weight of everything else swirling in your mind.

"hey," sophia lowered her voice, leaning in a bit closer.

"i know everything with sloan has been... a lot. but you’re not a bad person, y/n. you and sloan... it wasn’t going to work out in the long run, and you know that." she puts her hand on your knee.

"it’s just... i feel like i messed up too. with lena." you glanced at her, the guilt still gnawing at you.

trinity raised an eyebrow.

sophia already knew that you hooked up with lena while with sloan, thanks to sloan blasting the portland thorns group chat about the discovery after you guys broke up.

when sam told you she did that, you sighed.

of course someone had to be the bad guy– might as well be me. you thought.

"lena? you didn’t mess up, y/n. sloan wasn’t treating you right, and it’s not like she wasn’t seeing savannah. breaking up was the right thing to do, for both of you."

“what happened?” trinity asked.

“i hooked up with lena.” you say, nervous for trinity’s reaction.

“lena who?” trinity asks.

“oberdorf, my teammate at bayern.” you say.

“ohh, the one who tackles.” trinity jokes, making the conversation feel lighter than it was.

before you could respond, the coaches started calling everyone back out for the second half.

you stood up, taking a deep breath. you had forty-five more minutes to show what you could do, to leave everything on the field.

and that’s exactly what you did.

in the 70th minute, you found the perfect opportunity to seal your performance.

trinity made a darting run down the right flank, drawing the defense toward her. you hung back, waiting just outside the box. she spotted you and sent a precise pass your way. you took a touch, steadying the ball, then fired it into the top corner.

hat trick.

the stadium exploded with cheers, your teammates mobbing you in celebration, but all you could feel was the relief. it was over.

now you were satisfied. the game was done, and you’d done exactly what you needed to do.

"holy shit, y/n!" trinity exclaimed, grinning as she wrapped an arm around your shoulders.

"you’re on fire today." you felt naomi jump on your back after saying that.

you managed a small smile, but inside, your emotions were a mess.

the high from the game clashed with the low from everything that had been happening off the pitch. the guilt, the uncertainty, it was all still there.

as the team made their way back to the locker room after the game, you could feel the weight returning.

the game had been a temporary reprieve, but now you were back to reality. and that reality included the fallout from your breakup.

once inside, as you peeled off your sweat-soaked jersey, emily passed by without a word.

she hadn’t been talking to you much lately as before. in fact, the arsenal defender hasn't spoken to you once since the national break started. you knew why—she was closer to sloan than to you.

her friendship and loyalty was for your ex.

it stung, but you couldn’t really blame her. this was messy for everyone involved.

some of the girls saw the sad look you gave emily.

"don’t worry about her," mallory said quietly, noticing your glance.

"she’ll come around again. just give it time."

you nodded, though it didn’t do much to ease the tightness in your chest.

again, the girls knew what you were thinking. as if your mind was on full display.

"you’re not a bad person," trinity added from the bench nearby, her tone gentle but firm.

"it’s just... you and sloan weren’t right for each other. that doesn’t make you a bad person."

"yeah," sophia chimed in.

you swallowed hard, their words settling over you like a blanket of comfort, but it didn’t erase the guilt entirely.

"i just want to move on," you muttered, more to yourself than to them.

"and you will," tierna said, giving you a reassuring nod.

"after d.c., it’s olympic time. focus on that. new chapter, new start." crystal says.

you knew she was right.

the olympics were just around the corner, and you couldn’t afford to dwell on the past. it was time to let go, to move on.

"yeah," you agreed quietly, mostly to convince yourself.

"a new start."

part four here

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