#my mom took about 1 week to choose that name

[motomamita]

singledad!eddie × pregnant!female!reader

warnings: smut, +18, mentions of breast milk, breeding kink, no condom, pregnant sex!

Part. 1

Upon hearing the news of your positive test, Eddie was eager and happy to be able to share this new stage with you. However, his happiness faded when you met him at your trailer one afternoon to talk.

Distraught and with Lily playing at your feet, you told him that while you were delighted to take care of Lily, you still didn't feel ready to raise a child of your own. You were too young and Lily already required too much time and energy that you didn't know if you would be able to give to another baby. Eddie lowered his head, watching as Lily played with the laces of your sneakers as she babbled 'mom' at you. Sad but accepting your decision, he lifted his daughter in his arms and began to talk to her, explaining the situation.

"Don't be sad, my little flower. Your little brother or sister won't be able to come this time, but I assure you that soon you will have one to play with..." Eddie spoke sweetly to Lily and, as if she understood his words, pouted and sob.

Obviously that broke your heart. So much so that in the end you surrendered to him and decided to continue with your pregnancy.

You moved into Eddie's trailer, so you could take care of Lily more comfortably and little by little you would accommodate the space to receive the new baby. Gradually you began to adapt to life there, and to be with both of them almost 24/7. Eddie left for work in the morning and returned a little before dinner. Some days he would pick you up and would go to the mall to buy things necessary for your pregnancy.

Eddie was delighted and even seemed to enjoy the purchases more than you. He loved choosing your maternity dresses, your braziers and even the most comfortable underwear for you. While you were inside the dressing room, he stayed with Lily outside the room while he softly sang her a lullaby. Every time you came out to show off how your clothes fit, he would whistle at you flirtatiously and Lily would applaud awkwardly.

Inevitably you managed to fall in love with him. He was too attentive, loving and understanding with you and Lily. He enjoyed accompanying you to the doctor, listening carefully to every word he said and asking a lot of questions about how to cope better with the pregnancy. Sometimes after work he brought with him magazines with advice for the first pregnancy and several classical music albums, because according to him: 'scientists say that the baby can be smarter if he listens to Beethoven or Mozart!'. True or not, the reality is that he did everything possible to keep his family happy.

As the months passed, your belly increased in size and you experienced several signs and symptoms. Your feet began to hurt and so did the desire for strange food combinations. Eddie knew it and for that same reason on the weekends he took full care of Lily so you could rest. He would place your feet in warm water and massage them while he told you the list of names he had been making. He also made sure to leave the cupboard and refrigerator full of candy and other possible foods that you might want such as ice cream, cookies, chips, gummies and even pickles.

As for sex, it had never really stopped. What's more, his desire for you seemed to have increased as the weeks passed, taking advantage of every opportunity he had to make you his. Despite having a little girl in home, Eddie was quite creative when it came to getting between your legs. You could wake up in the middle of the night with his cock inside your pussy, his hands on your sensitive nipples and hot breath in your ear. Or during a quick shower, he would sneak between the curtains, helping you soap your back and taking the opportunity to kiss every sensitive part of your skin. Otherwise, far from the gaze of Lily who was playing in the living room, he would put his face under your dress to taste the juices of your pussy.

That Friday everything was as usual. Lily, who had barely begun to walk, played with holding on to the couch while moving her body from one side to the other to the rhythm of Beethoven. You gave the final details to the table and looked from time to time at the lasagna that was cooking in the oven. The sound of Eddie's truck's engine alerted you both that he was already there. Lily gave a little scream, anticipating her father's arrival.

"Daddy's home!" Eddie announced himself, informing the house. You received it with a small smile, letting Lily be the first to receive it. Seeing him, she began to walk clumsily into the arms of her father, who hugged her tightly. "Good job, Lily!" He smiled, picking her up in his arms and approaching you. "How did my girls behave?" He asked, giving you a sweet kiss on the lips and touching your belly tenderly. "And this little one? Can't wait to get out? Mm?"

"The food is ready." you announced, wiping your hands on your apron.

Eddie took Lily to the bathroom to wash her hands, telling the little girl about his day at work as if she understood something. Once at the table, you began to eat while the music played. You and Eddie helped the little girl eat her food, wiping her mouth every time she spit out a bit of it.

When he finished, Eddie took care of cleaning her and taking her to her crib to sleep. For your part, you picked up the dishes and were about to wash up when you felt Eddie's hands on your belly.

"Leave it, I'll wash them later. The food was delicious, so you deserve to rest, mommy." He speak and then kiss your cheek. You didn't object and left things to go sit with him on the couch. "How do you feel?" He asked, caressing your thighs and letting his rings make your skin crawl.

"Okay, a little tired. As Lily starts walking alone I should have been more careful that she doesn't set the house on fire." you joked, remembering the childrens prank she was slowly starting to get up to. "I missed you." You murmured, somewhat embarrassed by how much you needed him.

"Yeah? How much?" Eddie asked with a mischievous smile on his face, squeezing your thighs slightly.

"So, so much.." Eddie growled, knowing the tone of voice you used when you needed more than a kiss or hug.

Eddie approached and joined his lips with yours in a loud, wet kiss. He brought one of his hands to the back of your neck, grabbing some of your hair while his other hand moved up your thigh to your center.

"Poor mommy, spending so many hours here with my baby..." he murmured, separating himself a little. "Alone and without anyone who can satisfy and fill that sweet, tight pussy.." he massage your pussy over your underwear.

"You're bad, very bad for always leaving me wanting more..." you complain and then moans when he found your clit lightly pinched by him.

"I know, my queen, I know... but now I'm here..." Eddie pulled her hair a little, making you moan. "I'm all yours, use me however you want."

It was a matter of minutes before you found yourself on top of Eddie, naked, riding his big cock. Your swollen breasts bounced with each sit on his hard cock, leaving such an exciting sight for Eddie who watched you with his hands behind his head.

"Come on, mommy. Milk this cock." His words did nothing but encourage you to move your hips faster and making the clash of skin echo through the room. "Fuuck, that's right.. Use me, use me.." Eddie closed his eyes, moaning at the way your pussy rode his cock with ease.

You placed your hands on his chest, digging your nails and trying to stabilize yourself, making his cock go even deeper in you in that new position.

"God.. Look at your tits, they are so big.. And heavy.." Eddie brought his hands to her breasts, making circles on her erect nipples and pressing them lightly in the hope that milk would come out of them. "I promise you that as soon as your sweet milk starts coming out of here, I will be the first to taste it.." you moaned when you heard it. "Uh? You like that? Would you like to breastfeed me?" You bit your lower lip, nodding madly and still moving.

Just thinking about it made Eddie even more horny. He brought his hands to your waist, carefully pulling you towards him to begin penetrating you hard. His hips rose and fell quickly, hitting his pubis against your clit and rubbing your tits against his beefy chest.

"I'm going to fill you with my cum again and again..." he moaned as his balls slapped against part of your ass. "Tell me...Who did this to you? Uh? Who put a baby inside you?" He asked, looking lustfully into your eyes while one of his hands caressed your belly.

"You- It was you.." you managed to say with a broken voice, completely overstimulated. Eddie smiled proudly at your words, changing his thrusts for slower but deeper ones.

"That's right, mommy.. You're so good that your fertile womb took my semen the first time.. Good girl." You moaned at his compliments, feeling your orgasm approaching. "Are you going to cum? Mmh?" He asked sweetly, caressing your face as you nodded your head. "Come on, cum for me..." those words were enough for seconds later his cock was wet with your sweet nectar.

Eddie took care of cleaning you, covering you with a blanket and placing you on his chest. Your head was spinning, dazed and in some sort of subspace. He noticed it, caressed your hair and let him slowly put you back together while you listened to his heartbeat.

"Hey, I have to show you something." He spoke to you after a few minutes. You raised your head to look at him, Eddie reached into one of the pockets of his jacket and pulled out a small box. "Remember what I told you the first time..." he stretched out his words, referring to the time he fucked you on that same couch. "What did I tell you?"

You thought for a few seconds before answering. "That you would make me a baby." You responded confidently and Eddie laughed when he heard you. "And that you would make me your wife" You added, remembering the situation even more.

"Very good.." he smiled at you and brought the small box to your hands. "Well, I think it's time to make it official..." you slowly opened the box and found a beautiful ring inside. "Will you marry me?"

[toruro]

love you twice — j. wonwoo — part three

pt.1 pt.2 pt.3 pt.4

description: in which your extremely hot and sexy one night stand turns out to be your son’s teacher. naturally, chaos ensues, but you might just find love as your life continues to take an unexpected turn.

warnings/tags: sexual content (18+), oral (f receiving), phone sex, mentions of past toxic relationships, thigh riding, wall sex, use of pet names (mostly angel and good girl)

w/c: 8.3k

a/n: so sorry this took a while to get out! i’ve had lots of work and just finished up traveling soooo writing this got pushed back but! that gave me time to brainstorm since i honestly never expected this story to be more than two parts LOL! but i appreciate all the love and support <3 all your comments and messages have made me so happy, and i hope you like this!

“Hey Kei-Kei!” you call out, walking out to the playground to watch your son play with his friends. It’s Friday, and of course that means fun day. You sit down at a bench crossing your arms over your chest as Kei makes his way from the slide to run up to you.

“Hey Mommy, I can play today, right?” he asks with a hopeful smile. You reach down to ruffle his hair a little, nodding.

“Yeah of course. I’ll wait here, so come to me if you need anything, okay?”

“Mhm,” he agrees, before running back to play with his friends. You smile contently, leaning back into the bench when you see a familiar figure approach from the corner of your vision.

“Hey,” Wonwoo greets cooly, sitting down next to you. It’s been a week since your fourth date, and you haven’t seen him since. Your fingers are aching to reach over and hold his hand, yet you hold your touch, glancing at Kei.

“Hi, how was your day?” you ask casually, turning to him to see him better.

“It’s great. Fridays are always great, aren’t they?”

“I guess you’re right about that. I can’t remember the last time I wasn’t happy that it was Friday,” you murmur to yourself thoughtfully before turning your attention back to Wonwoo. He’s about to respond, but then you both hear a familiar voice calling for you.

“Hey Mommy,” Kei greets, running up to you from the side without noticing Wonwoo sitting next to you. “‘m getting tired now,” he says admittedly, and you pay on your lap to invite him.

“Is that so…” you murmur, “You gonna say ‘hi’ to Mr. Jeon?” You raise your brow and crook your head toward the man next to you, Kei turning slowly to realize who it is.

“Hi Mr. Jeon!” he exclaims happily, jumping onto your lap and waving brightly at his teacher. “What’cha doing here? Aren’t you on your weekend? My mom hates being at her work when she’s started her weekend, she always complains when her boss calls her on the evenings on Fridays.” Your cheeks burn as Wonwoo laughs, and you turn away.

“Is that so?” Wonwoo asks, looking up at you with a teasing glance. “Well, I can’t say I call this work, Kei. I enjoy talking to your m—“ he pauses to glance at you. There’s something thick in the air, as if there’s a line he doesn’t know if he should cross. “—I enjoy this,” he chooses to say.

Kei, in his young innocence, doesn’t pick up on Wonwoo’s hesitance. “Hmm, okay,” he says, placing a finger on his chin as if he’s thinking.

You look down at him, placing a hand on his head. “Do you want to go home now?” you ask him, eyes flickering at Wonwoo and sending a sympathetic gaze his way—you aren’t fond of cutting your time with him so early.

“Aren’t you talking to Mr. Jeon?” Kei asks, and your heart nearly melts at his consideration.

“Yeah, but if you want to go home we will,” you reassure. Kei frowns, and Wonwoo chimes in.

“If you’re tired you should go with your mom, Kei. Playing is nice, but you should always listen to your body,” Wonwoo explains, standing up.

Kei’s frown deepens, and you furrow your brows, peering down at him. It’s not often that Kei is pouty like this, so you aren’t sure what’s going on. He’s motioning his hand for you to come close, and you figure he wants to tell you a secret. Leaning in, Kei brings his face up to your ear.

“I wanna talk to Mr. Jeon,” he whispers, and you have to bite down on your lip to hold back your grin as you pull back, giving him a small nod.

“Why don’t we talk together Wonwoo?” you suggest to the man standing next to you, and you can tell his eyes light up at the idea as he sits down.

“Yeah of course. What do you wanna talk about, Kei?” he asks, leaning an elbow on his knees to lean forward in interest.

“Okay so in class today you were talking about pie but I was wondering why you…” Kei continues to talk on his own tangent as you find yourself being into your own thoughts. Your heart swells at the sight, and it’s a wonderful reminder of just why Wonwoo is a teacher and why he has such a good reputation.

After a few minutes of Kei going back and forth with Wonwoo with his curious questions, you take note of the chilling air around you, and so does Wonwoo. “Anyways Kei, it was so nice talking to you but it’s getting a bit cold. You shouldn’t be out here for too long,” he says, standing up.

Kei pouts once more, and while you did cave once, you aren’t keen on doing it again. “He’s right Kei-Kei, I don’t want you to get sick…” you murmur, voice trailing off as you watch the look of defeat on your son’s face. A thought crosses your mind as you catch the look on Wonwoo’s face.

“Hey Kei, we can go to that restaurant tonight,” you tell him, enjoying the way his face lights up. “And…” you mumble, looking up at Wonwoo who stands above you, “maybe Mr. Jeon would like to tag along?”

Wonwoo’s eyes widen, and for a moment you’re scared that you’ve crossed the invisible line—it’s not as if you've made anything official, or talking about bringing things up with Kei, so this is all unknown territory. It’s silent, and you’re about to turn away and retract your idea before Wonwoo speaks.

“I’d like that,” he says, and you can tell he’s trying to hide your excitement. Your body courses with relief, and you look down at Kei for the final confirmation. As expected, there’s a grin adorning his face and you break out a smile of your own.

“Yay!” he squeals, hopping off from his seat on your lap. You purse your lips as you stand up and turn to Wonwoo slightly worriedly.

“Is this okay?” you ask quietly, as Kei runs across the playground to grab his backpack.

Wonwoo gives you a stern look, and you feel like you might go cozy from how intense his gaze is. “Are you okay with this?” he shoots back. “You’re his mom. Don’t do this if you don’t want,” he tells you more softly this time. “Don’t rush for me. I can wait. I will.” Your stomach tumbles at the words and implications—that Wonwoo is here, that he will be here, that he will be patient.

You let the words sink into your mind for a moment. You like Wonwoo—like really like him—and you want to tread carefully. You don’t want to make a stupid mistake by rushing into things, ruining the one good thing that’s come to you after Kei. Yet again, your gut feeling is nearly always right, and right now your gut is telling you that nothing but good can come out of this dinner between the three of you.

So that’s pretty much how you end up at your and Kei’s favorite diner, you and your son sitting side by side at the booth while Wonwoo sits across, his hands neatly folded as Kei continues to talk to him. You aren’t sure what’s possessed him—it’s really cute, honestly—but he’s never this talkative and you wonder just what it is about Wonwoo that has Kei so comfortably chatty.

“What do you like to get from here Kei?” Wonwoo asks, leaning forward in your son’s direction. Kei bounces up in his seat, pointing down at the menu, you and the man in front of you sharing a fond look before turning back to him.

“I like the chicken sandwich and the macaroni and the vanilla cake is so yummy even my mommy likes it and she doesn’t like vanilla and then I also like the chicken nuggets and—” You place a hand on his shoulder, and Kei stops to look up at you.

“Slow down, Kei-Kei,” you tell him. “One at a time, okay?”

“Okay Mommy,” Kei replies absentmindedly before turning back to Wonwoo to continue, “so then there’s chicken nuggets and I also like the milkshake and my mommy’s favorite is the fries but I don’t like them that much and I also like…”

Kei’s voice trails off in your head, your mind being pulled into some other world as the scene in front of you sinks in. You feel warm, you feel comfortable, you feel happy.

You’re floating in an off land world, and suddenly all of your worries have disappeared. All you see is bright white and three shadows. It’s a silent promise to yourself, you realize, and as you focus back on the banter between your son and your boyfriend, you become even more determined to follow through with it.

The evening ends with Kei not once halting his immersive conversation with Wonwoo, and if anything, you’re surprised that the latter still has it in him to listen so carefully and attentively. As he walks you two to your car, you’re hit with the slight disappointment that you can’t quite give him the goodbye kiss you would want to, but you both settle on sharing a long and intense few seconds of eye contact that sends you the message you both need to hear.

Arriving home, you wash yourself and Kei up, and after tucking him into bed you’re met with a text from your one and only.

i had fun

You grin.

i did too

It’s the next week, and you are once again in a rush before another date with Wonwoo. This time at least, you prepared your outfit ahead of time, but you spent maybe a little too long trying to find where you kept your favorite set of earrings which set you back about twenty minutes.

“Ugh, I’m sorry, I didn’t have time to make you guys some food,” you grumble to Jun once you have everything in your home in place, looking at your cousin exhausted.

He chuckles, “It’s alright, don’t worry, I’ll get us takeout or something.”

“I’ll make it up by making your favorite next time,” you promise, leaning against the counter. You spent the last few moments rushing around the house trying to find Kei’s stuffed animal that he insisted on having with him every night, eventually finding it stuck behind the fridge (how it ended up there, you still don’t know).

“I like the sound of that. You got a date tonight?”

“Is it that obvious?”

“So,” Jun says with an eyebrow raised. His voice is unusually teasing, and you give him a wary look as you take a sip of water. “Wonwoo, huh?”

You choke on the water, coughing and sputtering liquid everywhere over your counter as you turn to look at Jun with wide eyes. “How the fuck do you—“ you gasp out, before wheezing once more.

“He’s friends with Minghao you know,” Jun explains with a smirk as he leans back onto the fridge. “Me and him have met up a few times for dinner with friends and Kei was just telling me how you had dinner with Kei and his teacher…and so I asked for his teacher’s name and when he did it rang a bell and well…I put two and two together.”

You hardly blink as Jun finishes up his tangent, the words processing in half speed. Jun chuckles at your state, patting your shoulder lightly. “Wonwoo’s a great guy. It’s kind of funny though. How you’re like dating Kei’s teacher.”

“Shut up!” you shriek, punching his shoulder. “Don’t bring that part up, it’s embarrassing.”

“Hey, you kind of brought this upon yourself. Definitely unexpected, but I guess it’s a funny story.”

“It’s not funny,” you murmur solemnly, burying your face in your hands. “It’s so stressful Jun.”

The humorous look on your cousin’s face is now replaced with one of concern as your voice lowers. “Okay, I’m sorry for making fun of you. I’m happy you’ve found someone you like, and that he’s like, actually someone decent,” he adds, alluding to your previous past failed relationships.

Rolling your eyes, you huff, “Wonwoo is great…it’s just complicated. For Kei, you know? How am I supposed to bring things up with him, if things do end up going further.”

Jun looks up thoughtfully before responding. “I think…you should listen to your instincts. You haven’t really dated since Seojun—hey, don’t give me that look—“

“Do you have to bring him up,” you groan, throwing your head back. Jun shoots you an apologetic look but doesn’t relent.

“Look, I’m just saying that the fact that you’re even with Wonwoo right now is a good sign that you’re ready. You’ve never done anything without putting Kei first, and I know that you’re thinking about him every step of the way, so trust yourself. And Wonwoo is great—dude he’s literally a first grade teacher.”

“Yeah, I know, but he’s Kei’s teacher,” you emphasize. “Like imagine how confusing that is for him.”

“I guess, but like if you’re confident about your relationship or whatever with Wonwoo then I think you should trust that.”

“I dunno,” you sigh, walking out of the kitchen.

Jun follows behind you, placing a hand on your shoulder so you can look at him properly. “Trust me, and trust yourself. It’ll be fine.”

Fuck, you think to yourself, because you sure hope so. Chewing on the inside of your cheek, you find Kei in his room, giving him a quick hug and bidding him goodbye with a kiss on the cheek. “I’ll see you in a few hours, okay Kei-Kei?”

Focused on his own little drawing, he waves back with a small smile before turning his attention back to his drawing, saying something along the lines of, “Bye-bye Mommy!” Retreating back to the doorway where Jun stands, you check your phone for the time before picking up your purse and heading toward the door.

“Have fun with Wonwoo. I’ll be sure to ask him how it goes,” Jun says with a smirk as you turn the knob, glaring at your cousin.

“Do it and I’ll tell Minghao how you used his toothbrush on your last trip because you forgot your own,” you threaten.

Jun laughs as you walk out into the apartment hallway before worriedly calling out, “Hey you wouldn’t actually do that. Right? Right? RIGHT?!”

Wonwoo’s car is parked out in front of your building, his windows down so he can watch you walking out. When you recognize him and his car, you smile brightly and Wonwoo thinks his heart damn nearly pops out of his chest as you bound toward him.

“About time,” he greets with a smile, unlocking the doors as you approach the passenger seat. You roll your eyes at him as you open the door and slip in. Instead of responding, you choose to lean over the midrest and press a firm kiss onto Wonwoo’s lips, pulling back just as quickly as you dove in.

“Is someone complaining?” you retort, reaching back to put on your seatbelt, grinning at the way the tips of his ears turn pink and he turns back to look at the road.

“Not at all,” he replies quickly, and you’re surprised that he doesn’t sound as flustered as he looks, making it a personal goal to embarrass him just a little more the next time you have the chance.

The rest of the car ride is quiet, save for the radio playing in the background and small conversations about the view as he drives you to the spot he took you on your first date. Pulling up into the field, you grin at the familiar scene. The evening air is warm but the breeze is cool and refreshing on your skin, oranges and pinks painting the sky as you help Wonwoo take out the picnic blanket from the trunk and lay it out on a flat patch of grass.

“So,” you begin, sitting down across from him on the blanket as he pulls out some packed food. Handing you a plate, you grin, watching him settle down himself. “Jun?” you ask curiously, wondering the extent of his friendship with your cousin.

Wonwoo looks up at you with an odd look, one eyebrow raised. “Jun? What about him? You know him?” he asks all at once, causing you to giggle.

“You know him?” you counter, and he scoffs.

“Of course I know him. Him and his best friend are basically joined at the hip—he never shuts up about Jun,” Wonwoo groans as he stands up to walk back to the car to grab something.

“Minghao?” you call out, eyes trailing his figure.

“Who else, babe, who else?” Wonwoo mutters sarcastically, bringing out a bottle of champagne, much to your delight. You chuckle at his response, leaning back on your hands. “So, how do you know Jun?” he asks, sitting back down cross-legged in front of you.

“He’s my cousin,” you say casually, holding up one glass he’s brought down so he can pour you some. Wonwoo seems to falter in shock for a moment, eyes flickering at yours to confirm that you aren’t joking before pouring out the bubbling drink.

“Really? I didn’t expect that.”

“Are you surprised?”

“Hmm, I don’t know if that’s the right way to put it,” Wonwoo replies with a shrug, pouring his own glass and holding it up to yours so you can clink them together with a small ‘cheers.’ “I’m not that close with Jun. I guess you can say it’s a pleasant surprise, you know? We’re connected.” Your heart flutters at the words, scooting yourself closer to him. “How’d you know I know Jun?”

“Well,” you trail off, grabbing your fork and popping one of the fritters Wonwoo brought into your mouth, “Jun actually figured it out first. Apparently one day when he was babysitting Kei, Kei let it slip that we had dinner together and Jun asked for your name and…well he isn’t stupid so he got it.”

“Kei told him?” Wonwoo asks, and you can hear the twinge of worry in his voice. Reaching out a hand, you give him a comforting look.

“Yeah, I told him not to tell other kids at his school but obviously that doesn’t include Jun so he just mentioned it,” you explain.

“Oh thank god,” Wonwoo mutters. “Imagine the earful I’d get from the principal if word got around the parents that I was taking my student and his mother out for dinner.”

“I can imagine the earful you’d get from other moms to have their own dinners with you,” you murmur, huffing at the thought. Wonwoo gives you a funny look. “Okay don’t give me that look, you know they think you’re hot.”

“But I am hot,” Wonwoo replies smugly, and you glare at him as you pull your hand away from his to cross them over your chest.

“Whatever,” you grumble, turning your head away. Catching onto your sulky mood, Wonwoo reaches out on his own to grab your forearm to tug you towards him. You stumble over your knees a little, but within seconds his arms are steadying around your waist and pulling you next to him so you can rest your body against him.

“Okay sorry,” he tells you sincerely, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I can’t control how they think, but I can control how I think, and I think that you’re the hottest person alive.”

Your cheeks burn, and you squeeze your eyes shut in his hold. “Shut up, don’t be corny.” Wonwoo laughs, holding up a sandwich to the front of your lips, encouraging you to open up. As you heed his silent requests, Wonwoo responds.

“You know you love it.”

Mouth full, you grumble something about telling him to shut up again, which has Wonwoo laughing more.

“Can I ask you something?” he asks after some time spent finishing your food and bickering, and you can tell from the way his voice is an octave deeper that this conversation is taking a different turn.

“Yeah, of course,” you say as you shift your head to a more comfortable position on his shoulder.

“And you don’t have to answer if you don’t want to,” he adds and you furrow your eyebrows, looking up at him. His expression is unreadable, but you have an idea of where this is going.

Thinking for a moment, you reply, “It’s about Kei’s father, isn’t it?”

Wonwoo frowns. “Am I that readable?” You smirk slightly at the way his cheeks tint pink, continuing, “Like I said, you don’t have to answer. I’m just curious.”

“No it’s okay, you deserve to know,” you quickly tell him, shyly adding the last part before turning back to look at the meadows in front of you. “Since you’re like, actually my boyfriend now.”

“Are you sure?”

“Wonwoo,” you breath out with a chuckle.

“Okay, okay, sorry just tell me.”

“Kei’s father and I dated in high school and college, but it was mostly on and off. It was weird. He was kind of weird.”

“Weird?” Wonwoo asks, raising a brow.

“We just didn’t match. Would get into arguments and break up over stupid shit and get back together for god-knows-why,” you explain, reaching for one of Wonwoo’s hands to play with as you recount the story. He lets his hand relax as you run the pads of your fingers over his palm, tracing them over the lines absentmindedly as you recount.

It’s a story that you haven’t often had to tell—you haven’t had anyone to tell—and the words feel odd on your tongue. The story of you and Seojun—no, actually, it’s the story of you and Kei—is one that you’ve mauled over in your mind for the past five years, spending endless tears to the point where even if you wanted to cry right now, you wouldn’t be able to.

“What’s this guy’s name by the way?” Wonwoo asks, interrupting your thoughts.

“Why do you wanna know?” you ask teasingly. “Gonna kick his ass or something?”

“I might,” he responds playfully, suddenly holding your hand that’s playing with his, bringing it close to the warmth of his body.

“Seojun. I think me getting pregnant was his kind of reality check that he wasn’t meant to be, as ironic as that sounds. Probably realized that fatherhood wasn’t for him, and so I wasn’t either,” you chuckle to yourself, and for the first time in a while, you laughing at yourself isn’t bitter, it’s light-hearted.

“I’m sorry,” Wonwoo tells you sincerely, and you can tell when you look up at him that his eyes are searching for the right words to say. “That must have been hard—to go through that alone.”

“I managed. I had Jun helping me anyways.” There’s a silence, and you feel there’s more Wonwoo wants to ask, yet he’s holding his tongue. You realize now that this might be an awkward topic for him to ask about, and you squeeze his hand tightly in reassurance. “Is there anything else you want to know? I told you, I’ll tell you what you want to know.”

Wonwoo sighs, looking down at you with an expression that is more solemn than anything. “I don’t want to probe.”

“You’re not. I’d want to know too,” you clarify. “I’m not upset about this or anything. I got over it a long, long time ago, so this isn’t really like an uncomfortable topic for me. Honestly, I was never even upset about Seojun in the first place, I was just upset that Kei wouldn’t have a dad.”

“What does Kei know, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“Nothing really. I guess he’s kind of aware that most people have two parents,” you murmur. “He doesn’t ask any questions though, I’m not sure why.”

“Kei’s smart,” Wonwoo tells you, letting go of your hand to run it through your hair soothingly. “Both academically and emotionally. Maybe he just knows when and where he should ask certain questions.”

“He’ll have to know sooner or later. I’m guessing later it is,” you say, rubbing your eyes a little from having them open for too long. “I guess this just makes my job easier. I have more time to think about it.” A thought crosses your mind, and you look up at Wonwoo with wide eyes. “Why do you want to know all this? I don’t mind, I’m just curious.”

Wonwoo chews on his lip, and you take a mental image (fuck, he looks hot, but now isn’t the time for that), before he responds, “Well you know I’m serious about you,” he begins to explain, and right off the bat do you feel something bubble up in your stomach—butterflies. “I just wanted to know the situation with Kei, so I have an idea of where that places me, you know?” You can tell he’s trying to be casual about it but the slight waver in his voice gives away his anxiousness.

“Mhm,” you agree. “It’s confusing, for me too. I think we should just go with the flow. If you really want to know more though,” you say, tossing him a playful glance, “Seojun isn’t going to come back any time soon. Or ever, for that matter, so you don’t have much to worry about.”

“Not much…so there’s still stuff to worry about?” Wonwoo chuckles nervously.

“Well you still gotta get through Kei—he’s the toughest judge, you know?”

“Is that so?” Wonwoo murmurs. “I guess I’ll have to start picking favorites in class now.”

“What a biased teacher!” you gasp dramatically, pulling back from his hold to turn and face him. “I’ll have to report you to the principal!” You crawl into the spot in front of him and place your hands on his chest, pushing him lighty.

Wonwoo grins, circling his hands around your wrists in front of him before replying, “Can you seriously blame me? I’m pretty sure every teacher would have favorites if their students had moms as hot as you.”

Your face burns and you drop your head to his shoulder so Wonwoo can wrap his arms around your torso and pull you onto his lap. “Ugh, you got me there,” you murmur, pulling back and placing your hands on his shoulders before swooping down for a kiss.

It hardly takes more than ten seconds before his tongue is sliding into your mouth, your hips pushing down to meet Wonwoo’s pelvis in an erratic mess. He’s pulling back just as quickly as he dove in, and the feeling of his lips leaving yours makes your head go dizzy.

“While I do love this, I don’t like the idea of doing anything in the car again,” he says casually, putting some space between you two. You frown, but nod along.

“So…” your voice trails off and you’re giving him that look and Wonwoo thinks he might just go insane.

He sighs, pursing his lips into a smile. “So…I guess this just means I’ll have to take you to my place. Again,” he adds, referencing the first night you two spent together after the club. You grin at his words, scrambling off of him and quickly trying to grab the picnic blanket to put back into his car.

“What a shame,” you reply sarcastically as Wonwoo hops up too, the tent in his boxers being ever so prominent. You force yourself to tear away your lustful gaze on the sight and turn back to the car.

Wonwoo gives you a warning look. “You don’t want to?”

“N-no! I never said that,” you mumble, shoving the blanket into the back seat before slipping into the passenger seat. Wonwoo trails slowly behind you, getting into the spot next to you as he starts the engine.

He scoffs, backing into the road. “That’s what I thought.”

As soon as the door shuts behind you when you enter his apartment, Wonwoo is trapping your frame between him and the wall. Your back being pressed up against the wood has the air of your lungs forced out of you and into his mouth as he leans down for a fervent kiss. Whining, you wind your arms around his neck, pressing his lips even harder into yours.

Your tongues meet in a sloppy mess but somehow your uncoordinated movements mesh perfectly in a hot mix of saliva and desperation. This is what you’ve been waiting for, you think.

It’s hard not being able to touch him, kiss him, hold him whenever you want. It’s hard not being able to mark him as yours whenever you please. You know Wonwoo is yours, yes, but it’s hard to hold yourself back when you see him from the corner of your vision when you pick Kei up from school.

Desperate nights in the middle of the week where you stand in the shower, hot water running down your even hotter body, and shove a hand between your thighs as you try to mimic how Wonwoo’s fingers curl into you in all the right ways.

It never feels the same, never, but the mental image of Wonwoo when you’re between his legs, cock stuffed in your mouth, is enough to bring you to the edge. Only barely, of course, and the aftermath of your orgasm always has you leaning against the cool tile in shame and desire.

You couldn’t control yourself one night, calling Wonwoo up at the dangerously horny hour of 11 p.m., not really expecting him to pick up. When he did, you nearly jumped in ecstasy before the breath caught in your throat when he asked if everything’s okay in that sweet tone of his and—fuck—you’re really fucking desperate.

When you bashfully admitted that you were needy, that you were ‘thinkin’ ‘bout him,’ Wonwoo had asked you, ‘thinkin’ about what baby?’ to which you meekly confessed that you were in dire need to feel him, feel the stretch, feel his cock.

He chuckled, and that was your plunge into reality—realization that you fucking called Wonwoo when you were supposed to be asleep, nearly begging him to get you off some way, some how, confessing to him that he’s the only way you can have an orgasm that’s actually worthwhile. Realizing how insane you might have sounded, you almost hung up, but then there was Wonwoo talking and his voice was an octave lower and there were sparks flying through your body.

Wonwoo, all low and hoarse, was murmuring filthy words through the phone, demanded that you stick your pretty fingers in, and rub your clit like the good girl you are until his voice alone was throwing you off the edge. You spasmed around your fingers while Wonwoo worked you through on the other end, whispering praise and sweet nothings until epiphany hit and you started apologizing profusely to him for being needy.

That night, Wonwoo assured you that it was okay. That it was okay you were so needy you needed to beg him for his help to make you cum. That it was okay you couldn’t be patient for him like a good girl. Tonight, you aren’t sure how much of honesty was laced in those words, at least, not with the words he’s spilling into your ear now.

Pinning your hands above your head in a tight hold, Wonwoo mutters, “You’ve been wanting this, huh?”

“W-Wonwoo, fuck,” you gasp when he latches his mouth to your neck, sucking and biting until there are are deep red and purple marks that are bruising your skin. Swiping his tongue over the tinted skin, you feel every part of your body throbbing, aching under his touch.

“Thinkin’ about me in the night,” he continues, letting go of your hands so you can let them fall to his head, gripping tightly onto his hair. Wonwoo brings his own arms to your waist, hiking them up your shirt and looping them through your belt loops to yank down your shorts. You shuffle your feet out of the loose clothing, managing nothing more than a moan when he wedges a thigh between your legs.

The hard muscle flexes through the denim of his jeans, Wonwoo’s hands on your waist helping you grind your throbbing core down on him. “Wonwoo,” you choke out, grabbing aimlessly at his shirt, tugging, pulling—anything to get it out of the way. It’s the first time you two have done anything since your first date, and it’s been even longer since you’ve seen him shirtless, thinking back to your first fateful night together. You briefly ponder on how things have changed in only a matter of a few months since then, and the rush of it all has you feeling dizzy and your knees growing weak as you lazily rock your hips against Wonwoo’s thigh, watching him peel his shirt off.

You suck in a break when you catch sight of the valleys and mountains of his chest—the curves that hug him so well and the abs that trail below, causing your eyes to be directed at the filthy v-line which disappears under the waistband of his jeans. “Like what you see?” Wonwoo grins, grabbing your chin and pushing you into a kiss as he slips one hand under your shirt. You choose to help him out when you pull away, quickly pulling the shirt over your head, letting it fall to the ground.

“Of course I like what I see,” you say without a hint of shame, your words coming out in pants as you feel a low pleasure grow as Wonwoo starts to bounce his thigh slightly. You whine when he lets his thigh fall, feet hitting the ground as you swivel your body in hopes to chase the feeling, causing him to chuckle at you.

“Patience angel, you’ll get what you want soon enough,” he eases, pulling away from your body slightly.

You pout. “And how do you know what I want?” you retort, immediately regretting your bratty choice of words as Wonwoo narrows his eyes at you. He doesn’t say anything as he sinks to his knees in front of you, watching you give him a confused look.

Tapping on one of your thighs, you lift it slightly only for Wonwoo to grab it and throw it over his shoulder, the realization that his face is dangerously close to your cunt finally sinking in. “Huh…” he breaths out, bringing his lips close to your soiled panties. “You don’t want this then?” he murmurs, not breaking eye contact with you throughout.

“N-n-no, I do,” you say hurriedly, shifting your position slightly so that you can balance yourself better against the wall. Your other leg has its heel pressed into Wonwoo’s back, and if it’s hurting him, he doesn’t say a thing. All either of you can really focus on right now is the smell of your arousal intoxicating Wonwoo’s system, and the intense gaze of his eyes on yours.

“Good girl,” he mumbles, and you press your eyes tight because you feel you might cum at the sight alone.

“Wonwoo, fuck—ple—”

Wonwoo shuts you up real tight when he licks a hot stripe over your panties, and you cry out his name from the unexpected pleasure. Fingers flying down, you grip on his hair tight, causing him to groan into your clothed cunt.

“Easy, angel,” he warns, but you can tell he doesn’t really care. Not when he only rewards your behavior by sliding the soaked fabric aside, revealing your slick folds to the cool air around you. “Holy shit, you’re dripping,” Wonwoo mutters, and your ears burn at the comment.

“D-don’t stare,” you mutter out, breaking your eyes away from Wonwoo under you, the scene causing your entire body to heat up.

“Can’t help it. So pretty,” he tells you, bringing one hand up to rub against the folds. “Can’t believe this is all it takes to make you a mess…” “Wonwoo—”

He continues, “Just lettin’ you fuck yourself on my thigh for a minute and you’re already so ready for me…”

“Shit—”

Wonwoo looks up at you with dreamy eyes. “You deserve a reward, don’t you think?”

“God yes.”

Wonwoo smothers himself in your folds as soon as the words of confirmation leave your lips, and the rush is so strong you’re in awe at how you don’t fall. Tangling your fingers in his hair once more, you let yourself grind down onto his face as his tongue digs through your wetness, tasting—exploring.

He goes back and forth, taking a few moments to let his tongue run through your folds before moving his mouth up and wrapping his lips around your clit. He throws out some flicks of his tongue and then sucks hard, causing you to slam your hand over your mouth to prevent any one of his neighbors from hearing such ungodly sounds.

“Don’t do that,” Wonwoo growls, halting his work on you to glare up at you.

“Sorry,” you squeak out, letting your hand fall to your side as you chew on your lip at the sight of his lips and chin all glossy and wet from your wetness.“Angel,” he mumbles before diving back and bringing his own hand up to rub against your hole. He teases for a few moments before catching the way your voice wavers when you beg for more, deciding to plunge in two fingers at once. He’s knuckles deep from the get-go, giving you hardly a moment to adjust to the overwhelming amount of pleasure before he’s easing them in and out of your tight cunt.

Between the thrusts of his hand, he’s curling his fingers against your walls just as he did a few weeks ago in his car—it's been so long since then that if you weren’t so dizzy from pleasure, you’d be amazed at how he still remembers just what gets you to your orgasm embarrassingly fast.

“Wonwoo—fuck,” you moan when he sucks against your clit while finger fucking you mercilessly. “K-keep doing that—’m gonna cum—fuck, gonna cum!” you cry out in shock as you feel your belly tighten up when he’s hitting that one spot inside of you that has your knees buckling.

Wonwoo only hums against your clit but that’s enough—with the vibrations and his warm tongue and his fat fingers, you’re writhing against the wall as he rides you through the orgasm that you’ve been aching for for weeks.

Coming down from your much awaited high, Wonwoo slowly slips out his fingers out of you, and you finally notice the way your arousal not only coats his hand, but drips down into a filthing fucking mess all over his forearms. Slightly appalled with how dirty this all is, you lift your hands from his hair as he starts to stand up, bringing them to cover your face.

“What the fuck,” you murmur with a hoarse voice, only releasing your own cheeks when Wonwoo forcefully grabs your wrists and yanks them down.

“Stop,” he instructs, before cupping your cheeks himself and kissing you deeply so you can taste your wetness on his tongue. “That was hot,” he says casually as your eyes rake over his body, finally landing on the bulge that pressed against your stomach.

“Felt so good…” you praise, hands ghosting over the imprint of his cock over his jeans, drinking in the sight of his Adam's apple bobbing up and down. “Can I repay the favor?” Wonwoo watches you intently for a few moments and then shakes his head, causing a frown to make its way onto your face.

“Wanna fuck you,” he clarifies, and the crude choice of words has your cunt clenching and gushing once more. “So where do you want it…” Wonwoo asks before listing his offers, “bed, couch, counter…?”

Your vision trails over his apartment that you haven't ever really had the chance to look at properly at his place. You aren't really keen on doing any inspecting now though, especially now that an interesting thought comes to mind. “Can we…can we do it here?”

Wonwoo looks at you like he just fell in love at this moment, and in his head, he thinks he might have just  done exactly that. “You're insane,” he grunts, unbuckling his belt and shoving his boxers and jeans down in one go. His cock springs free, and you can’t control the way you instantly grab out for him, fingers scooping out the leaked precum as it swipes over the tip. He curses lowly under his breath, grabbing one of your legs to hook it around his toned torso.

Wrapping your hands around his neck, you pull him down for a sweet kiss as he slides his fat cock through your folds as a way to lube himself up in your slick. “You’re insane,” you finally shoot back, lifting yourself on your tippy toes so it’s easier for Wonwoo to line himself up with your entrance.

He’s pausing with his tip barley inside you, reading your face. “You ready?” When you nod up at him with thick lashes, you certainly aren’t expecting him to pull you down onto him, and you’re even further shocked out how he pushes up into you simultaneously, his cock filling you up balls deep in one go.

“Wonwoo!” you cry out, head thrown back as it hits the wall. The pain on the crown of your head is dull, but the stretch you feel from your cunt overtakes anything else you might be able to feel in your body. Your thighs tremble as Wonwoo stills, his rough fingers rubbing gentle circles onto your waist and ass as peers down at you, allowing your pussy to relax around him.

He’s big. He’s big and his cock is fat and the tip is already kissing your cervix yet the pain is addicting and you want—you need more. “Wonwoo,” you repeat, looking up at him with big doe eyes that have his insides churning in fondness. “More…can you give me more…please?”

Wonwoo grips your waist tightly, and you can tell he’s holding back. “Angel—”

“You said you wanted to fuck me, Wonwoo, right?” you plead needily, weakly moving your hips towards his to chase the feeling on your own. He stops you, gripping your hips so tight there’ll probably be bruises the next morning.

“So needy,” he grunts, and you think he might just get irritated with you but then he’s pulling his hips back and before you know it, his cock is ramming back into you. Back arching off the wall, your jaw goes slack and you can’t even find the voice to say a thing.

Each time Wonwoo slams back into you after a painfully slow drag of his cock, he punctuates the slap of skin against skin with a deep, guttural groan and low mutters of your name and angel, whispering broken sentences about how good you feel and how you’re squeezin’ him so good.

Your body throttles against the wall with each snap of his hips, and if you were in your right mind, you honestly would have complained about the faint pain. The thing is though, that you aren’t in you’re right mind.

You aren’t thinking clearly, and it’s because Wonwoo has successfully fucked you dumb. So dumb you can’t think, can’t speak, can’t complain, can’t think anything but Wonwoo Wonwoo Wonwoo.

“God, making a mess on my dick, huh angel?” Wonwoo coos as his thrusts become more sporadic. You’re clenching him so incredibly thigh, warm and gummy walls hugging him so incredibly tight that he thinks it’s a miracle he hasn’t cum yet.

The only noise echoing through his apartment is the squelching of juices that mixes where his cock meets your cunt, skin slapping against skin, and soft pants for hair, until finally you’re tightening your hold around him, moaning, “Wonwoo fuck—I can’t—fuck—feels too good.”

“God, fuck, I can tell, you’re so fucking tight—squeezing me like a vise,” Wonwoo moans into your ear. “Finest fucking pussy, I swear,” and the words are so filthy yet so sweet that it has your eyes rolling to the back of your head, nails digging into his back.

“Wonwoo,” you intend to cry out, but the syllables fall just short of a whisper when he pulls you down and rams his cock up into you so hard it’s punching the air out of your lungs. Bringing his hand down, Wonwoo roughly rubs at your clit as he stills himself inside of you while rocking yourself against him, twitching at all the stimulation that’s being thrown your way.

You cum, and you just know that this has been the best orgasm of your life. Pleasure hits you like a truck and you’re left almost crying, your entire body shaking against Wonwoo’s who bites down on his bottom lip so hard it nearly draws blood.

Feeling you cum around him, your wetness coating his thighs and pelvis, as you whine out his name in your moment of heightened pleasure, intimacy, vulnerability has Wonwoo’s vision going foggy and heart growing in his chest. The second he senses your orgasm has finally withered away, he’s pulling out and fervently jerking himself off as you stand limply, the only thing holding you up being the force of Wonwoo’s body pinning you to the wall.

But now, you’re both exhausted and your leg around him loosens so you fall to your knees. Your face landing right in front of his pretty tip, and you focus your hazy vision on the full length of his cock. With your position from before, you couldn’t really look at it without craning your neck at an unnatural angel but now…

Now you can see his dick up close and in all its glory while simultaneously watching Wonwoo fall apart in front of you. Bringing up a hand to help him out, you wrap it around the base of his cock and massage his balls with the other hand as you lift yourself on your knees and open your mouth wide, not once breaking eye contact.

“You’re so beautiful,” Wonwoo grunts one last time with a few sloppy flicks of his wrist and then his eyes are shut tight, eyebrows pinched together as hot white ropes paint your face. Some lands on your tongue, some on your cheek, some on your chin, and you lap up what you can as you watch Wonwoo ride out his own orgasm with a few last pumps of his cock.

When he finally opens his eyes, he’s met with the sight of you running your tongue over your lower lip to scoop up his cum, and he feels he might get hard just again by watching you. Taking a deep breath, he steps back, holding out an arm for you. Reaching up, you’re taken aback by how frail you feel when he pulls you up and you stumble into his arms, an ache beginning to take its spot in your lower body.

“Are you okay?” Wonwoo finally speaks when he hears you let out a small gasp of pain. He’s walking slowly, leading you in his arms to a room which you now recall as his bedroom. Wonwoo pushes you backwards until the back of your knees hit the bed and you fall back, the tall man flopping on top of you.

“Mhm,” you finally respond, letting him roll over or lay beside you. “A little bit sore,” you add, and you hit his bicep when you hear him trying to muffle a laugh. “Is my pain funny to you,” you grumble.

Wonwoo shakes his head, turning to face you. “Of course not,” he tells you, but the smug smile on his face doesn’t match with his words. You narrow your eyes, and he continues, “Okay. Maybe it makes me a little happy.”

“My pain makes you happy?!”

“It just means my dick game is great!” You huff, turning away, and Wonwoo laughs, spooning you from behind before saying, “Okay I’m joking. Are you in a lot of pain?” He presses kisses into your shoulder, light and feathery as he awaits your response,

“Not a lot…” you murmur, scooting your body closer to his. “Feels kinda good…” you admit, and you damn near feel him smile into your skin at that comment.

“You sure? Anything you want me to do?” Wonwoo asks sincerely. Turning over to face him you purse your lips.

“Buy me cake before dropping me off?” you suggest, before thoughtfully adding, “and extra cuddles?”

Wonwoo grins, kissing you sweetly. “Cake and cuddles it is.”

Which is how you end up getting dropped off at your house two hours later with cupcakes in your hands for Jun and Kai. Helping Kai sit down at the table to serve him the dessert, you catch Jun giving you a funny look.

“Why’re you walking like that?”

Your face burns and you avert your gaze quickly and then Jun is laughing, picking up his phone and texting someone. “Who are you texting?” you demand, walking up to him in an attempt to grab his phone. He pulls it away quickly, dangling it above your head.

“No one,” he says in a sing-song voice.

“Liar.”

“It’s just Hao.”

“What’re you telling him?!” you nearly shriek before lowering your voice, looking back at Kei who is still happily eating his cupcake.

“I’m just telling him Wonwoo’s date went well! He was curious.”

“How’d he know?!”

“I told him, of course,” Jun deadpans. You roll your eyes, pinching the bridge of your nose. “Well did I lie?”

You glare at Jun before biting the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from smiling. Because as much as you’d like to strangle Jun right now, he in fact, did not lie, and the way you giddily text Wonwoo, ‘i had fun,’ tonight when you go to bed is testament to that fact.

a/n: im sorry i had to rush the ending idk i am not super happy but .... :/ the next update might take just around the same amount of time because i have a lot going on right now, but i hope you all enjoyed what ive written so far :c please like and comment and reblog, they literally make me so happy! anyways, i hope you enjoyed and please have a nice day &lt;3

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Title: What We Did In The Dark {4}

Lewis Hamilton x Reader

Warning: Language, 18+ Mature Content, Angst, Small Time Jumps, Preggo Talk, Pregnancy Trope, Talk of Pregnancy Termination

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Summary: Neither of you planned any of it. You’d met by chance, and everything that happened after had to have been predestined. Now back to your own life, you find you have a special souvenir from your time in Mauritius and you have a tough decision to make.

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Chapter Four: Into The Unknown

-Y/N-

“Ah, Y/N. Welcome back. I am very happy to see you again,” Dr. Olumichi said as she got comfortable in the high rolling stool.

“Are you?”

“Yes of course. I also knew I would see you again,” she added.

“I didn’t even know I would see you again.”

She chuckled, “I’ve been in the business of babies for a long time, and I’ve developed a skill for knowing who will rise to the occasion and who will choose to have more time to get there.”

“It was touch or go there for a week or two,” you admitted.

“But here we are,” Villie finished.

The three of you smiled.

“Right where you were meant to be,” Dr. Olumichi said as she rolled closer.

“This is Villie, my best friend.”

“And babies’ auntie,” Villie filled in.

Dr. Olumichi smiled then shook Villie’s hand. “Nice to meet you Villie. What an interesting name.”

“I promise it’s not short for villian, just to put that out there.

Dr. Olumichi laughed loudly.

“It’s short for Valenza. Here’s my card in case you ever need an attorney who has got your back for your interests and not my own like other attorneys if you know what I mean.”

All your eyes met, and an unspoken understanding sparked between you. She knew just what Villie meant.

“Thank you Villie. All right, so 1st official prenatal appointment. How exciting, yeah?”

You took a deep breath and nodded. “Yeah.”

It didn’t sound believable but hey, it was still early.

“Don’t worry. When we get to the main event--,” Dr Olumichi gestured to the sonogram machine. “You’ll be whistling a different tune. Ultrasounds and sonograms are completely different experiences. All right so you are precisely 19 weeks. Welcome to your 5th month. You are practically halfway there.”

“Already? She just started,” Villie chimed in.

“She didn’t. It’s just that she just found out about it because this was a cryptic pregnancy, a definite one especially seeing that they are twins. You’ve gone through the normal time for morning sickness and the drain of energy. The next 2 months are known as the sweet spot of pregnancy, your energy levels out often times you get some energy. It’s known as the most comfortable time before you are too big to move or see your feet. So enjoy this time.”

You nodded and tried to remain present and not panic. As Dr. Olumichi explained what was happening inside of your body with the babies then to your body with you, she went further to explain what you should expect over the next few weeks. As she listed some of the not so cute and fun things to expect your face went from neutral to slightly worried. She immediately noticed and did her best to soothe any worries by offsetting them with more realistic positives.

“You look overwhelmed,” Dr. Olumici said taking a break from information dumping.

You sighed, then took a deep breath. “It’s a lot to take in.”

“I can imagine. However, you are in good hands Y/N. I’ve been doing this a long time and the way I work with my moms to be is in a partnership. You worry about remaining healthy and stress free and taking your vitamins and precautions for your safety and I will handle the rest. I will help ensure that you are ready for what happens in fourish months and immediately after.”

Her smile was warm and her eyes kind and instantly you felt at ease.

“Here at Mom to Be & Baby to Be we are more than just gynecology and obstetrics. I pride myself on this organizations work with really working with mothers and ensuring that they have all the resources and help for this lifetime journey. A more prepared mom is a happier and more successful mom,” Dr. Olumici finished.

“That sounds amazing,” Villie said. “Oh my god, Y/N, she’s amazing.”

You smiled and nodded, agreeing wholeheartedly. The remainder of the appointment progressed with Dr. Olumici going over your blood work and levels while explaining any risks that were relevant to you. She then took care with measuring your belly growth as well as the babies inside. When she set up the sonogram machine both you and Villie perked up.

“All right the main event. Another thing to think about is if you want to know the sex of the babies.”

“Of course,” Villie squeaked before you could even process the sentence.

She spun around to look at you then made a “yikes” face. “Yes, right?”

You thought for a minute but just as you were going to say yes you thought about experiencing that moment with Lewis. When you thought that you nearly rolled your eyes into the back of your skull. How in the hell would you experience it with him? He didn’t even know and for all you knew he would probably deny that they were his. You must have remained silent for too long or your face betrayed your conflict because Villie’s hand engulfed yours.

“It’s okay. We don’t have to find out.”

“No um—I was just thinking—yeah we can find out. that would be nice.”

“Are you sure? If you would want to wait for the father or some other time--.”

Villie gasped, “Is that your hang up? That is an option, it could be a good thing to wait for him it could be something to ease the news down.”

You shook your head. “No, no. I want to know.”

“Okay. Then let’s give these movie stars their close up,” Dr. Olumici joked as you grabbed the bottle of gel and stood from her stool.

You watched as she squirted an ample amount of gel onto your protruding belly. It was warmer than you’d expected, and you guessed it had to have been heated. As she approached with the Doppler wand, you tried to calm your rapidly beating heart. You didn’t know if you were excited or nervous. It could have been a mixture of both at this point. You’d accepted your situation, but you didn’t think you’d crossed the threshold of being happy about it.

“Okay, let’s see.”

Your doctor moved the wand over your belly, spreading the gel as she went. The sound in the room amplified and filled making you feel as if you were underwater. Three pairs of eyes were glued to the screen waiting for the first appearance of a little body.

“Hm, there’s aren’t many places they can hide at this stage, but I see they want to play hide and seek.”

Suddenly, empty greyness changed to darker grey imaging and then the room filled with out of sync heartbeats.

“Ah-ha, there they are.”

Villie gasped, covered her mouth, then snapped her head to you.

“There are your babies.”

You gaped at the screen staring at their small bodies and allowing the sound of their hearts to fill you.

“Holy shit. This is real.”

“Oh yeah. This is as real as it gets,” Dr. Olumici said.

She tapped across the keyboard then the image magnified leaving you with a clear image that had now turned from shades of grey and white to amber and honey hues.

“They look wonderful at first glance. Let’s go more in depth though.”

You watched your doctor get a view from every angle imaginable. With each angle change, she tapped across the keyboard freezing the image for a few seconds before moving on. Each new image made your heart slow rather than speed up. It was as if the nerves from before were stilling and dissipating, like before nothing made sense but now everything made sense.

“So as a whole, they look great. They are measuring well. The only thing I see is they are maybe 2 or 3 centimeters off to where I would want them to be, but I will credit you not knowing you were pregnant and the need for some vitamins and a balanced diet. Now that you are aware you are eating for three hopefully they will catch up because in the earlier months is when twins gain their most weight. When the womb becomes cramped, growing becomes tough and uncomfortable. So let’s really aim for 3 full balanced meals and two to three nutritious snacks a day.”

You nodded.

“All right. So—sex?”

“I’m not having any.”

Villie snorted.

“No, no. Do you want to know the sex?”

Biting your bottom lip you thought it over once more. Curiosity was pecking away at you and though Villie was right, if you did tell Lewis about the pregnancy finding out the genders together would be a way to drive it home and or bond over the moment. The debate in your head was annoying because each side of the argument gave good points, however, curiosity won with you each and every time.

“Let’s do it.”

The two other women in the room smiled then focused back onto the screen.

“All right, let’s do it.”

Dr. Olumici took just a few moments and each second that ticked away made your heart pound even harder. This was excitement. When Villie saw a smile on your face she squeezed your hand.

“You’re excited too right? It’s not just me.”

“I’m excited,” you said finally and truly meant it.

“Ha, the easiest inquiry,” Dr. Olumici began with a snort. “These babies are not shy.”

“Wonder where they get that from,” Villie said eying you.

You rolled your eyes and leaned closer to the screen. “What are they?”

“This one on the left is a boy and on the right is his sister.”

Your eyes bugged as an “oof” escaped you. You felt like you’d just gotten a foot to gut but it didn’t hurt.

“What was that!?”

“I just saw it. That would be your daughter asserting herself early with a kick.”

Your jaw dropped. “Oh my god. Really?”

Your doctor nodded as a wave of euphoria washed over you. You remembered this feeling. It was similar to how you felt when you’d gotten the call that a broadcasting channel wanted to pay you to travel officially and put you on every streaming device across the globe. You felt like that but only 100 times better. The kick to the gut came again and again.

“Oh my god.”

“They’re really awake now. Say hello mom.”

You stared at the screen at the two life forms that were growing inside of you with awe and wonderment. You didn’t know they existed a few short weeks ago but now that you knew and had seen and felt them you couldn’t ever imagine going back. You couldn’t believe your situation now. In theory you knew how babies were made and everyone knew that whenever they had sex there was always some chance of one being made but no one ever thought that they would really make one even if they didn’t use protection. Looking back pregnancy was the last thing on your mind that night and now it was the first.

The remainder of the appointment went by in a blur. You went through everything related to the pregnancy and your concerns and fears with Dr. Olumici then made a detailed calendar of appointments and check-ins. By the time you left 3 hours had passed and you were equipped with every kind of tool known to pregnant women support known to the mental health field plus one auntie-godmother who was just as equally on cloud nine as you were.

~~~~~~~~

Now sitting in a corner booth at Cheesecake Factory you were fully indulging your craving for cheesecake with not one but three slices of your faves while staring haplessly at the sonogram pictures of your babies.

“You look so in love,” Villie said.

You looked across at her with a wide smile.

“Cheesecake and a belly full of cute babies. How can I not be?”

She chuckled then sighed. “They are cute. Totally unfair to the rest of society, I mean you see the gene pool. I saw some resemblance in the forehead area.”

You snorted. “You know you not right.”

Villie laughed then took a sip of her drink. “I kid. I kid.”

You sighed then put a large forkful of cheesecake into your mouth. “Think this counts as a balanced meal?”

“No, Y/N, but I think it definitely counts as 1 of 3 nutritional snacks.”

You smiled wide. “I love you.”

“Happy wife, happy life,” Villie teased.

Just then her phone rang drawing both of your attention to it. The smile on her face told you just who it was.

“Go ahead.”

“Hello?”

She sounded like a lovesick freshman who was so under the spell of her paramour that everything and everyone else ceased to exist. ‘When you saw her twirl a thick strip of dark curls around her finger you scoffed. Must be nice, you thought before your mind went back to all those weeks ago when you’d felt anything close to what she felt.

The memory of Lewis’ hand brushing against your cheek sparked a heat inside of you that gently simmered until the memory of his thick thumb slid across your bottom lip. That slow, simmering heat kindled into a mild inferno. The more you remembered from your night together, the hotter you became. Thankfully, before you could fall deep into this dangerous desire you still felt when you thought about him, you felt Villie’s hand on your arm.

Her eyes were boring into you. “Are you all right? Is it—,” she asked dropping her eyes to your stomach.

“No, no. I’m fine. Sorry. I just—zoned out.”

Villie nodded and then brought the phone back to her ear. “Call me when you land. Okay. Bye.”

When she dropped her phone back into her purse, she looked at you.

“Miles come into town?”

Villie nodded but she didn’t make eye contact with you.

“So y’all have a date tonight?”

“Not quite.”

“It’s okay Villie, we don’t have to hang out every night. I will be fine alone. Honestly, I’m not alone anymore,” you said cradling your newly popped bump.

“No, I um—I told him I wanted you to meet him.”

Your eyes bugged then. “You did what? When?”

“Tonight?”

“Yeah. I really want to know what you think of him before things go any further.”

“Villie—.”

“I know. I promise I didn’t bring it up to back you into a corner or anything. I was actually planning for it to happen before you told me about the pregnancy. I’m sorry.”

You took a deep breath and tried not to freak out.

“Don’t apologize. I get it. It’s fine, it’s what we do.”

“So, it’s okay?”

“Yeah. We’ll do a late dinner.”

Villie jumped out of her seat and onto you, throwing her arms around your neck, “Thank you, Y/N. I swear I will take your lead about the pregnancy.”

You smiled and tried to hide the rising panic you felt. Your once hectic but simple life had now turned into a damn episode of Jane the Virgin.

~~~~~~~~~

-That Night-

Though you’d tried to find ways to get out of the dinner you found yourself sitting beside Villie in a cab on your way to Island Gardens restaurant. You could feel Villie’s excitement rolling off of her, but you could tell she was also nervous. She knew you would not be shy about assessing him and letting her know what you thought of him.

You were notorious for being picky about the men she entertained. You always had been ever since the douche from college who had the audacity to ghost her after knocking her up. You refused to let another asshole slip through the ranks especially knowing how much of a catch your best friend was. Any man who intended to even step a pinky toe into her personal space had to pass the test. You didn’t give half a shit if it meant you were called too picky. All it meant was any man better rise to the fucking occasion.

You dropped your hand to Villie’s knee hoping to steady her leg that had not stopped shaking since you’d gotten in the car.

“It’s okay Villie. Calm down.”

She took a deep breath then slowly released it. “What if you don’t like him?”

“V, if he has passed your wards, then I am sure he’ll appease me.”

She snorted then dropped her head to your shoulder. “You’ll like him.”

She sounded as if she were trying to convince herself more than you and you couldn’t help but laugh. You hadn’t seen her like this in a long, long time. It was too cute. By the time the car rolled up to the front of the restaurant, she’d calmed down some, but your nerves were rising. It had taken an hour to find something that hid your belly. Then it took another hour to find something that not only hid your belly but didn’t make you look bloated. The dress you wore now was something you hadn’t worn in a long time, but it did the trick—mostly. You still felt as if it drew attention to your midsection and other parts of your body that were new thanks to baby 1 and baby 2.

“Reservation?”

Then hostess smiled widely showcasing her perfectly straightened teeth and corner dimples.

“We’re meeting someone here,” Villie managed to get out.

“Okay, sure thing. Name please?”

Villie leaned closer and spoke lowly. “Miles.”

The hostess looked at her then you and smiled softly as she tapped the letters into the keyboard.

“Got them. Thea will take you to your table. Have a good night.”

Villie smiled, looped her arm with yours again then walked off behind a gorgeous woman who was tall enough to be a model and so svelte you felt envious because you were so far from svelte now and had no hope of being that way again for many more months.

“Follow me, ladies.”

You pushed the thoughts out of your head and brought yourself back to the moment. When you heard Villie release a small gasp you knew she’d spotted Miles. Seconds later she’d let go of your arm and was in his. You watched as they kissed as if they hadn’t seen each other in months when you were sure it was merely weeks. You thanked the seater then waited for them to finish. However, when they should have finished, his hand slid down to cup her ass. Villie giggled then which triggered his sort of giggle. Part of you felt so happy for her but the other part cringed a little.

“Mm. Oh. Baby,” Villie began turning to you. “Officially meet my best friend in the entire world, Y/N. Bestie this is Miles.”

He had to have been 7 feet tall. Even with you in heels, he was still towering over you. You approached him and shook his outstretched hand, but he pulled you toward him and kissed both your cheeks like some rich cosmopolitan. You were so taken off guard that you didn’t realize the hand you had shaken seconds before was nudged between your bodies and pressing against your burgeoning belly.

Oh shit, you thought as you tried to act normal and not panic because you knew it would bring more unwanted attention. You put distance between you and smiled.

“It’s nice to officially meet you Miles.”

“You too. Valenza talks about you all the time. I feel like I know you personally already.”

You giggled and looked at Villie who was staring at this man like he hung the stars each and every night in the sky. You could not believe the whole switch in her. You’d never seen her like this with someone.

“Same,” you replied with a smile.

The three of you moved to the table and as you got situated you watched how Miles pulled out her seat, made sure she sat down first, then proceeded to make sure she was comfortable. Then he hurried over to catch your seat before you pulled it out for yourself. You thanked him as you sat then watched as he whispered something to Villie that made her lean to kiss his cheek. It was then you knew that by the end of the night, you’d vomit from all this sweetness.

Most guys that Villie had you meet treated the meeting as something casual or something that didn’t mean anything. They cracked weird pedo jokes, freely groped her, and showcased some questionable behaviors that anyone would think were weird. Some even went above and beyond with their efforts to impress you. Some told completely unrealistic stories and flat-out lies that were obvious lies but expected you to swallow them as facts. Rarely did you meet anyone who tried to impress you naturally.

Throughout appetizers, Miles treated Villie like a queen. He fed her food off his plate, made sure her wine glass was never empty, occasionally nudged her, which spoke of an inside joke that she understood. The thing that made you warm a little towards him was how he looked at her when she wasn’t looking at him. He looked at her the way your grandfather looked at your grandmother—full of awe and wonder.

As you moved on to main courses, every time Villie laughed his eyes lit up like Christmas morning. It was adorable. When he began asking you about yourself you gathered he was unlike other men she’d dated. As you told him about your job, hobbies, and stories about Villie that both of you experienced he genuinely looked entertained and interested.

However, it was when his questions about you got more detailed did you know that he was really serious about her. Any man who took the time to get to know his girl’s best friend understood simplistic reasoning and the simplistic reasoning was that this was a test, and the best friend is the end all be all. If she approved then not only would she not be a problem for him, but she would become his ally.

After dinner, which Miles paid for, the three of you made moves to go to another venue but you’d seen enough. You pulled Villie into a hug.

“He’s great. Be happy.”

Her smile was so bright that you had to cringe away from her.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. My only caution is maybe to stay away from deep penetrative positions because his height says you will die.”

Villie screeched loudly then laughed so loud that everyone that was nearby stared.

“Oh my god! Y/N!”

You laughed.

“My mama ain’t raise no bitch!”

You snorted, shook your head then nodded because you knew this caution fell on deaf ears.

“What’s so funny over here?”

“Nothing. I’m going to head out,” you replied.

“So soon? You sure you don’t want to hang? I heard of this cool exhibit tonight,” Miles began.

“No, no, it’s all good. I’m actually a little tired. It’s been a long day.”

“Oh. Okay. It was really good to meet you officially and I’m glad you’re doing better and feeling better.”

“Yeah. Thank you so much for understanding again. I swear I will never rearend you again.”

The two of you chuckled.

“Hey, what are you doing this weekend?”

“Um—uh--.”

“I’m not trying to be weird or anything I swear.”

“Not trying to set up some best friend threesome?”

Miles snorted. “God no. Valenza is—more than enough,” he said staring at her.

From the look they exchanged you knew just what they would be doing the rest of the night.

“And—I don’t think threesomes are recommended in your—condition.”

Your eyes widened as Miles motioned to your stomach. He could tell?

“You can—wait—you—what do you know?”

Miles looked to Villie then you then back to Villie. “Uh—that you’re—pregnant. I’m not judging it’s cool. I mean you can barely tell but I hugged you and then you weren’t drinking or anything so--.”

You looked at Villie who also looked ready to panic.

It’s no big deal. I promise. Congratulations to you. What I meant was that this weekend is the Miami Grand Prix, and I can get you guys in for the VIP experience.”

You felt like you’d heard that from somewhere but for the life of you, you couldn’t figure out where or what it was. Maybe it was because it had taken him moments to guess you were pregnant then 2 hours tops to confirm it. The blank look on your face must have been the dead giveaway for him because he chuckled a little.

“Are you a fan?”

“Fan? Oh—yeah totally. That sounds cool,” you said hoping to steer the conversation away from you being pregnant.

“Cool. So tomorrow starts the weekend. You and Valenza can come together, meet up there?”

“Sure.”

Just then your Lyft pulled up and you hugged Villie once more then waved to Miles before you got in. While the car pulled off you waved to them both then leaned back once they were out of sight.

“Oh my god!”

You dropped your head into your hands and proceeded to panic the entire ride home.

~~~~~~~

-The Next Day-

You took another sip from your café cup which held a large pomegranate tea. You were already missing caffeine and everything it brought to your life. Not only were you up not long after the sun came up but you were also dressed and already on the move.

“Are you as tired as I am?”

You took a sip from your cup then sighed.

“I am, but I think we’re tired for different reasons—me tossing and turning and growing two humans, you tossing and turning getting your back, cervix ovaries and soul blown out like a circus acrobat.”

Villie snorted then cackled. The driver glanced into the rearview mirror for a moment then looked back to the road.

“Oh my god. Look don’t judge me. I’m just trying to keep up with you,” she teased.

You rolled your eyes. “Ha-ha-ha!”

Another sip of tea filled you and you groaned wishing it was a large macchiato with an extra shot of espresso.

“Also, hello he sent you a chauffeured car?”

Villie smiled widely then twirled your hair.

“My baby knows how to take care of me,” Villie added.

“My baby? Damn, that was quick. I take it y’all got labels now?”

“We labeled up! That’s my man, he my boo.”

You smiled then nudged her. “I’m happy for you Villie. He seems like a good guy, and I love the way he treats you.”

“Thank you. I’m happy,” she said.

You smiled and looked back at the road. The car zipped by a billboard with the same words Miles said last night, “Miami Grand Prix”. Again something nagged at your brain, something like recognition but it wasn’t quite recognition. It felt like something was blocking the part of your brain responsible for your memory of what it meant.

Ten or so minutes later the car pulled up then stopped.

“We’ve arrived, ma’am.”

After thanking the driver, you and Villie got out and then marveled at the sea of people bustling around. As you joined them and walked toward an entrance you took notice of several people dressed wearing Ferrari, Mercedes, McLaren, and Red Bull items. You knew those brands.

“Villie, what exactly is the Miami Grand Prix? I swear it sounds familiar, but I can’t remember why or how.”

The look on Villie’s face was one of confusion. “I don’t know. I thought you knew.”

“Did you Google?”

“Girl my hands have been kinda busy for the last 12 hours.”

You cringed and shook your head. It was then you saw Miles standing just ahead.

“Hey! You guys made it.”

He hugged Villie then kissed her while babying her as if he hadn’t seen her less than 12 hours ago. You silently prayed this was not what you were in store for all day.

“You guys ready?”

“Yes!”

You had no idea where she’d found this burst of energy when she was half asleep moments ago in the car. The three of you walked on and with every step you took more and more things pointed to what this really was. When a woman passed by wearing a shirt with Lewis’ face you stopped in your tracks.

“Everything okay?”

“Um—this is Miami Grand Prix, racing—F1, right?”

“Yeah.”

Villie’s eyes widened then as it hit her as well. Miles looked at her then back to you and his confusion was evident.

“Is something wrong?”

“Uh--.”

You tried to come up with a reason to leave, or something to say to cover what was really wrong.

“No, no. Nothing is wrong.”

“Okay. Come on, the VIP experience includes paddock access with Mercedes,” he said as he walked on.

Holy shit, you thought. This was bad. This was very, very bad. Seeing no way out that wouldn’t lead to you having to confess you were carrying the babies of the man whose paddock you were on your way to, you proceeded to follow Miles. Every so often Villie looked back at you asking you with her eyes if you were all right. You’d spoken nonverbally long enough to easily pass your panicked message, “Help”.

Just as you were about to pull out your phone and fake a work emergency Miles stopped. “Welcome to the Mercedes paddock. Now Lewis isn’t here right now he’s already getting into his car but after I can get you and introduction if you’re down.”

You and Villie again exchanged quick looks before Miles continued to show you around and introduce you around. After almost twenty minutes you found yourself sitting in front of a TV with the race about to start. That was when Villie shimmied up to you.

“What do we do?”

“I don’t know. I’ve been trying to figure it out,” you whispered back.

“I can come up with an excuse for us to leave.”

“Wouldn’t that be weird? I said I was a fan. Would a fan really get up and leave a VIP experience or a once in a lifetime experience?”

“Hell yeah they would if the VIP experience is with their secret babies’ daddy,” Villie aggressively whispered back.

You chewed your bottom lip even more intently. Then the start of events sound rang out and everyone brought their attention to the largest television in the room. Within seconds, the race began, then cars sped off. You watched in somewhat awe as the controlled chaos of a start turned into the cars forming a neat traffic line. This was your first in-person race. You’d seen a few on TV and watched a lot of recap highlights but this was your first in-person one and the atmosphere was intense. You couldn’t look away from the screen or move a muscle because it was that interesting.

Before you knew it, 20 laps had gone by, and with each lap, the lead changed and when the lead changed so did the line-up. On the 6th lap, Lewis made a swift cut-off and overtook Red Bull for the number 1 spot. Then in the 19th lap, the first collision happened that barely missed Lewis. That had you on your feet so quickly that you nearly lost your balance.

Now you were standing with your hands on your stomach because as soon as the excitement picked up so did the activity in your belly. It was as if they knew their father was once again racing toward greatness. Just when everyone in the Mercedes room was beginning to relax, Red Bull attempted another overtake. The fender of the Red Bull car clipped the bumper of Lewis’ car which sent his car slanting sideways and skidding. Everyone in the room gasped, some even cursed at the brazenness of the Red Bull driver.

However, with the loss of control of his back wheels, Lewis’ car otherwise remained in complete control. He didn’t swerve wildly or burn out, he kept his lead and even managed to block any further attempts to steal his lead. Thinking of the sheer skill that took had your jaw dropped and both your hands cradling your babies—his babies.

“That’s what I’m talkin’ about!”

Miles’ voice boomed around the room when Lewis not only straightened out but inched further into a lead.

“Wow,” you marveled as a wave of intense attraction washed over you.

You wanted to do nothing more than to throw yourself on him and lick his neck no matter how sweaty it was and that was just the beginning of all you wanted to do to him. The raw force of that wave bowled you off of your feet and back into your seat. Fuck, you thought. This was not good. You thought you’d moved past this and had gotten it out of your system. You thought that one night was more than enough for you, that you’d lived out every wanton desire and urge. Feeling the heat spread through you now told you that was more than likely not the case.

Two hours later as Lewis screeded to a stop after securing P1 the entire Mercedes room was filled with celebration. The man you’d spent the last two hours talking with patted you on the back then went in for a high five. “I think you might be his good luck charm.”

“Ha! I think now. He just happens to be the GOAT,” you countered.

He chuckled. “I have to have him meet you. I think you two would hit it off. I know everyone around here would love to see him settled.”

Your eyes bugged but as you were about to speak, someone else did.

“That’s Toto for you. He and Suzie are steadily trying to marry him off,” a dark-skinned man the exact replica of Lewis said. "I don't mind, at least maybe I will get some grandchildren soon," he finished.

“Hahaha, Anthony my man,” Toto said with a chuckle.

The two men shook hands as you watched on with wide eyes. You’d seen pictures of Lewis’ father plenty of times. When they stood side by side the resemblance was really uncanny. The only difference was their skin tone, otherwise, Lewis was the spitting image of him.

“What a good race today,” Anthony said.

“I agree. I was just telling Y/N that she might be Lewis’s good luck charm. Miami hasn’t trusted him this well in a while,” Toto added.

Anthony Hamilton looked at you and smiled so warmly you couldn’t help but smile back.

“Y/N. Are you--.”

“No, no. I am no one. My best friend happens to be dating his best friend so here I am. Sort of like a 3rd wheel,” you blabbered.

“We all start from somewhere,” Toto slid in making Anthony snort.

“Well I can tell from your eyes that you’re a kind person. My son could use as many kind people around him as he can get. This business is fickle and cold.”

You caught the chill in his voice and from the look on Toto’s face both men were in a nonverbal agreement.

“Fickle and cold, huh. That’s good. At least you know where you stand with people. I’d take that over fake kindness and hidden agendas. Let a snake be a snake in the open. If I see the snakes in front of me I know my moves ahead of time. I’m sure Lew—your son is the same way. Prepare for war in secret and in the open but kill em’ in silence with kindness and skill which gives proven results.”

The two men glanced at each other then back to you with expressions you weren’t sure how to place.

“Did I say something wrong?”

“No. It’s just you sounded like Lewis there. He says prepare in the open but move in silence,” Anthony informed.

You shrugged, “Eh, mine is better.

Again both men laughed.

“You’re right Toto, I think they would hit it off.”

“See. They complement each other.”

This was too freaky for you, so you quickly changed the subject. “Uh, it was a good race. So much so I’m wiped.”

You stretched your arms as you fake yawned. You watched Anthony’s eyes dip to your midsection but before he could speak you pulled your long cardigan together. “Congratulations to you Mr. Hamilton and team Mercedes. I’m going to go on and get out of here.”

Slipping past the two men who attempted to protest your departure, you shimmied up to Villie and slyly told her you were leaving. She didn’t try to stop you at all. She knew the risk that this was. It wasn’t that you didn’t want Lewis to know that you were pregnant, you just didn’t want right now to be when he found out. You knew what it felt like to be blindsided by this news and right here and now would definitely blindside him. Plus, you weren’t 100% ready to see him again after your night together, especially with you still being attracted to him. That was a recipe for disaster—it all was.

So you slipped away with no one being the wiser. The only pair of eyes that followed you as you left was Anthony Hamilton’s and his brow said that he was more than curious as to why.

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sooooo any altrverse 1 thoughts? c;

Altrverse #1 spoilers

Hehe 2 out of 2 issues so far Jackie is stinky boy I hope it becomes a running joke 5 stars ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

The dichotomy? LOVE it! Marv the chosen one and Jackie a coincidence. Marv’s got a funny teacher and Jackie’s probably on his own. Marv’s a mama’s boy and Jackie is fatherless hdjdjd

(Also Marv’s mom’s name is Moira and my sister is in love with Overwatch Moira so I thought it was funny hdjd)

Also, I compared Ramses’s face mask thing to issue #0 in the future and it switches sides?? And it looks like it progressed too. Was it a mistake or change in character design or did something happen to make it move? Love the closer look at the magic system in his world too! I got plenty of questions about how the hell the magic circle works like how do they choose who gets to learn magic if 8 is already really late? You choose specific children or something? Based on what? Who they know? Do people have different potentials for magic and also based on what? Natural skill? Ramses can’t do magic, why? Because he doesn’t have the natural skill? Or because he never bothered to learn? How does he know magic anyway if he can’t do it? Who thought to teach him if he can’t? Unless he lost his ability somehow? What’s his connection to the magic circle? How do the twins know him? Is he a prophet of some sort? How reputable is he that the twins stopped whatever they were doing to hear about him? Why is he homeless? Is Marv’s mom okay in the future? We didn’t see her in #0, she better not die a horrible death in between. Hopes she calls him about tea or something ever week. What the hell were they doing in the entrance exam that it took so heckin long? And I’m sure there will be more questions if I reread it and thought about it more. Lots of world building, not many questions really answered yet, but makes sense, it’s only issue #1

That thing is Anti right?? For some reason I have it in my head that the Anti we know is not the Anti but some sort of human made into a vessel or host or something completely corrupted by Anti-energy idk. Either way, it’s seen Jackie and it seems a fraction of its power has entered him. Now Anti will be after him. Also, what happened to those other scientist guys who got shocked? Are they possessed now? Or in a similar situation as Jackie as in they got cool powers now? And that guy got laser eyes or something? And who are the other people around Jackie in that premonition that Anti saw? When will we meet them? What universe do they come from? Are they the other egos? Or will they be replaced by the other egos?

There’s also the two quotes I got from Jackie’s comic that I don’t think the fandom can treat normally anymore. One from that panel about that face and the other is ON THE FUCKING BACK OF THE COMIC TOO HNNNNNNN NEED TO PROTECC THE BOY

[griffin-girl-r]

Now it's her, but then was you (Part 1)

Created: 05.03.2023

Finished: 06.03.2023

Edited: 25.09.2023

Age: 15

Word count: 2,187

Warnings: None

Request: Yes (Wattpad user)

Summary: A ghoat from Natasha's past, enters in her life again.

—

"Attention, class!" Natasha shouted as she made all her students shut down "Today we'll have a new student that will join our training. Her name is Y/N and I want you to keep on showing no mercy regardless of how good or bad she is at fighting."

All eyes fell on you as you were proudly keeping your chin up.

Your teacher, Natasha Romanoff, has been assigned by Fury to train a selected group of kids. All under 18.

She's been tasked to create the next best generation of S.H.I.E.L.D. agents.

A week ago, you showed up out of nowhere and, after a private conversation with Fury, you were allowed to join the training team.

"Y/N, please step closer to the center." Natasha said and you immediately complied without any protest "I want you to have a simulated fight with one of your classmates so I could see if you have any skills or not."

She then proceeded to pick up one of her best students and allowed the fight to begin.

Much to Natasha's surprise, it wasn't long till you had pinned the other student to the ground and left Natasha speechless.

"Okay, everyone choose a partner." Natasha cleared her throat after she recovered from the initial shock of seeing how quickly you took down your opponent "I want you to begin slowly warming up for hand-to-hand combat."

The other students rolled their eyes and groaned, but you made no sound as you stood tall and waited for someone to pick you up.

All of the older kids were avoiding you as no one dared to engage with you in training and you pretended that this wasn't hurting you as you kept every emotion hidden behind your mask of ignorance.

"Hi!" A small, shy voice greeted you and you had to look down to see who talked to you "I'm Anastasia." The young girl in front of you introduced herself "But everyone calls me Anna."

"Well hi, Anna." You knelt to be at the same level as the girl "Nice to meet you. I'm Y/N."

"I know, silly." The girl that you could swear was the child version of you giggled "Mama has said your name already."

"Huh?" You mumbled confused "Mama?"

Anna nodded her head and pointed to none other than Natasha.

The undeniable resemblance between mother and daughter was now more obvious than ever and you mentally face-palmed yourself for not noticing that sooner.

"Miss Romanoff is your mom?" You asked to make sure that what you're thinking is true

"Yep!" The girl nodded

"She can't have a daughter. I wasn't informed about that." You quietly mumbled under your breath but then turned back to look at Anna "How old are you?"

"I'm six." Anna proudly smiled

"Anastasia!" Natasha coldly shouted "In my class, we train, not sit around and talk. If you chose your partner then start fighting."

Anna quickly stood tall and adopted a fighting position.

Natasha kept her gaze on you intently as she was taking a better look at you while making sure you were not hurting her daughter.

'How could she treat her own daughter so coldly?' You thought 'No surprise she did what she did to me!'

Natasha couldn't help but notice how much you and Anna were looking alike.

How much you and Natasha were looking alike.

Same fierce red hair, the same big emerald green eyes, the same nose, and the same lips.

When you look at Anna, you see yourself in your past.

When you looked at Natasha, you saw yourself in your future.

"Everyone, stop." Natasha shouted "Today's class is over. I'll see you all tomorrow at the same hour. Y/N, stay behind, please. I need to talk with you."

Everyone cleared the room as you listened to Natasha's orders and stayed behind.

"Mama!" Anna shouted as soon as the room was empty and she ran to Natasha with open arms

"Come here, my sweet girl!" Natasha smiled widely as she picked Anna up and kissed the young girl's cheek "You've been amazing today!"

"Did you like it, Mama?" Anna excitedly asked

"I love it, my little agent." Natasha matched Anna's enthusiasm "And I love you!"

"I didn't think you're capable of loving someone, Agent Romanoff." You interrupted the moment between mother and daughter

"That's none of your business, young agent." Natasha's smile quickly faded away as she looked from Anna to you

"May I know the reason why I'm still standing here?" You harshly asked

"Yes." Natasha coldly replied "I wanted to know where you learned to fight like that. Your fighting style looks oddly familiar to me."

"I was raised on the streets and the streets teach you a lot of things." You answered, not wanting to give away any hint about your true origins

"That seems like a valid answer to me." Natasha scanned you from head to toe "I know very well because I lived on the streets as well."

"Am I clear to leave now that you have got your answer, Miss Romanoff?" You spit out the words

"All clear, young agent." Natasha nodded "See you tomorrow at the same hour."

You started to walk to the door but were stopped by someone calling your name.

"Y/N! Wait!" Anna jumped out of Natasha's arms and ran to you "Do you want to see my Lego collection?" She asked hopefully

"Anna, we don't want to bother Y/N with such things." Natasha told her daughter then looked at you "I'm sorry. I don't know what got into her. She never gets attached to people so quickly. Especially not invite them to see her toys."

"No, it's okay. I would love to see her Lego collection if I have your permission, Agent Romanoff." You clarified

"Then be my guest." Natasha nodded and Anna squeeled happily

"You'll love it, Y/N. You will see." Anna sang as she dragged you out of the room by your hand, leaving Natasha behind with a lot of questions she would need to find an answer to

—

"Mama?" Anna looked up from the Lego set she was building with you on one of your playdates on a Sunday afternoon

"What is it, my little love?" Natasha smiled as she kissed Anna's little forehead

"I decided that Y/N will be my sister from now on." Anna smiled proudly

"That's very sweet, baby." Natasha lightly patted Anna's back "But have you asked Y/N if that's what she wants too?"

"Y/N?" Anna turned towards you "Do you want to be my big sister?"

"I would love to." You smiled and tickled Anna's side

Anna laughed and then looked back up at Natasha who was holding her in her lap.

"I love you so much." Natasha whispered to Anna "You're the center of my universe." She kissed her daughter's forehead again

"Love is for children, Agent Romanoff." You looked disgusted at Natasha but quickly smiled when Anna looked at you curiously

"Do you not love me, Y/N?" Anna asked as she teared up in an instant

"Of course I love you!" You smiled and you snatched Anna out of Natasha's arms and started tickling her stomach "I am your big sister after all."

You and Anna continued laughing together but Natasha silently trapped herself in her mind as the sentence you just told her reminded her of a place she knew all too well.

—

Three months have come and gone since you started your training with Natasha's group of students, but given the fact that you were already so good at fighting, Natasha started to privately have one-on-one training sessions with you.

"How the hell do you always manage to do that?" You spat out at Natasha one day after she pinned you to the ground for the tenth time in the last hour

"Experience beats the training." Natasha chuckled, satisfied with her skills

Unexpectedly, Anna, Natasha's only daughter, and her little miracle, the only person that ever managed to melt Natasha's ice-cold heart, started growing so attached to you that besides starting to call you her big sister, she wanted to be non-stop in your presence.

Natasha couldn't understand what was so special about you that drew Anna so close to you.

But if she was being honest, Natasha was, as well, feeling some sort of connection with you, despite the miserable way you were treating the woman, always denying her help or rejecting any effort she made to get to know you better and be nice to you.

If her little angel trusted you so much, Natasha wanted to become a friend to you as well.

You were constantly protecting her, not allowing anyone to get too close to her when she was with you and you were ready to unalive whoever, that just as much as dared, to look at Anna in the wrong way.

You were regularly stopping by the Avengers compound as you were having daily playdates with Anna.

You got to meet the other Avengers as well during these few months and they all grew to love you, just like Anna did.

"You look just like Lady Natasha when I first met her." Thor once commented and you punched him in the face for daring to say something so foolish

After that, no one ever said anything about the resemblance between you, Natasha, and Anastasia.

—

"Show me her file." Natasha asked Fury at the beginning of the fourth month since you started your training

Natasha was desperately trying to find as much information about you as she could, as she felt there was something more about you getting so close to Anna and her that you have shown.

"I'm sorry, Agent Romanoff." Fury shrugged from his chair "But you don't have the clearance to have access to Y/N's file."

"Nick, my clearance is high enough to stroll into the Oval Office and search through the president's desk drawers." Natasha reminded him "I think you could show me the info file of one of my students."

"I've already told you, Natasha." Fury said "I think you should stop digging into that girl's past and just go on with your life. It doesn't matter where she's from as long as I trusted her to be here."

"This won't end like this!" Natasha angrily stormed out of Fury's office

Many hours later, after Natasha tucked her beloved daughter in bed and made sure that Anna was asleep, she sneaked inside Fury's office and stole the file that contained all the information she needed to know about you.

She was the world's number one spy.

Nothing was going to stop her from finding out what she needed to know.

"Let's see who you truly are, Y/N." Natasha mumbled as she opened your file

And as soon as she spotted the red flag, she couldn't believe her eyes.

"I let my daughter around a snake!" Natasha gasped shocked "You'll pay for lying to me, Y/N!"

—

You were waiting for Natasha to show up in her room as F.R.I.D.A.Y. told you to do, when you were suddenly slammed into the wall behind you.

"Why were you sent here?" Natasha growled through grinned teeth as she placed her forearm on your neck and kept you glued to the wall

"I don't know what you are talking about!" You breathed out as you struggled to get out of the woman's hold

"Don't play dumb with me." Natasha spit out with a chuckle "I know you come from the Red Room. Did Dreykov send you here? Why?! Did you come here for Anna or to kill me for escaping?"

"I was sent by no one." You forced out as you managed to push Natasha off of you "I escaped as well, 6 months ago, found out where you were living, and after that, I came here to take my revenge for what you did to me, but when I discovered that Anna is your daughter, I decided to keep a close eye on you for the moment. That's why I joined S.H.I.E.L.D. in the first place."

"And what stopped you from killing me if you wanted revenge?" Natasha angrily said "I don't even know you. I don't remember ever meeting you before until you came to my class."

"I couldn't set a bad example for my baby sister." You dusted your clothes and looked directly into Natasha's eyes "What would my little sister think of me if I would have killed our mother just like that."

Natasha shook her head "Anna it's not biologically your sister, so stay away from my daughter or I won't be responsible for what will happen next."

"Oh, dear mother." You chuckled mockingly "You have forgotten so quickly that you abandoned me 15 years ago when I was created from your DNA?"

"I had no daughter created from my DNA." Natasha stared wide-eyed at you confused

You took a step closer to Natasha and, leaning closer to her face, you breathed out without any trace of fear.

"Liar!"

[calliope-nash]

The Little Nash: Buddie's Girl

Chapter 1

I was sitting in the lobby of the 118 firehouse. My brother was the captain of the team and I wanted to see how he was doing. The first person to see was an Asian man, he looked to be roughly mid thirties to early forties. I recognized him as Howie “Chimney” Han. He worked as one of the EMTs on my brother’s team.

“Before you ask, I’m Calliope Nash. I’m Bobby’s little sister. Well half-sister. Same dad, different moms. I’m here to catch up with him.”

“Does he know you are here?”

I just gave him a look. He just laughed and told me to follow him. We got to the dining room on the upper floor of the firehouse. Bobby was cooking like he always did when we were kids. I smiled and thanked Howie quietly in a way to stay quiet about my presence. I slowly walked over to Bobby.

“WADE!”

Bobby legitimately jumped when he heard me yell. I was laughing so hard I had to get on the floor while holding my stomach. He turned around and just glared at me. It was so worth it. 

“MEDUSA”

“Really? My middle name?”

“You yell mine I tell people yours. What are you doing here anyway?”

I got quiet when he asked. Telling Howie, it was to catch up with Bobby was one thing but to lie to my brother was something else entirely. He knew every single one of my tells and I wasn’t in the mood to lie to him. Bobby could tell something was wrong from just one look at me. 

He called a guy named Buck to take over the cooking so he could speak to me in private. Buck was an attractive man whom I could see myself climbing like a tree. I shook that thought out of my head because he was my brother’s teammate. We went to Bobby’s office to talk.

“Callie, what’s up?”

“My mom died last week. I know I should have called, but after the last time I saw you, we agreed not to talk about family. I miss them too. But anyway, that’s not why I am here. I’m moving out here to work on my next novel. My first one is going to be published in the next few months.”

Bobby pulled me into a hug, and I lost my composure. I hadn’t cried in front of anyone in a long time. Slowly I got a hold of myself and wiped the tears from my eyes. We sat and talked for a little while before the alarm went off. Bobby asked me to stay so I could meet the whole team. I agreed. 

I took my laptop out of my bag as soon as the 118 left. I opened my chat with my editor to talk about the plan for my next novel. We agreed the plot for the next one would be completely up to me if my debut went off without a hitch and it sold well on the first printing of it. 

Dazja: What do you have in mind for the next book?

Callie: I was thinking a why choose romance about a girl and two firemen. My brother is a fireman I plan on asking if I could use his team as inspo for a few of the characters. 

Dazja: Do you think he would let you shadow them? 

Callie: Maybe. They are currently on a job so I have to wait until he comes back to ask. Plus I already have an idea for one of the men the female lead would be attracted to. He is tall with dirty blonde hair. Some sparkling light blue eyes. Possibly a birthmark on his face. That detail I have to ask the fireman about if he would be okay with that being something written about. 

Dazja: Sounds more like you found a handsome man you want to date.

Callie: Shut up. He works with my brother. Plus I could never date someone my brother is close to. Last time that happened, I couldn’t talk to my brother for a month. Oh I hear them coming back chat when I can. Later girlie.

Dazja: I am your editor don’t call me girlie.

I laughed at her last message. We had been friends for years so me calling her girlie was normal. That was how we said I love you. Bobby was talking to one of the other members of his team when I started to walk toward him. It was a woman. I remembered her face from all the pictures he sent me, her name was Henreitta, or Hen for short. She sounded like a sassy aunt friend.

“Bob-mister”

“Calliope Medusa.”

“Hey, I didn’t middle name you that time.”

“You want something. What is it?”

“Bobby, who is this lovely young woman?”

“This is my baby sister, Calliope. She is moving to LA for her writing career. Which I feel like is about to become my problem.”

I gave a shy smile. I was about to talk about my idea when I saw someone from my past. He hadn’t changed one bit. His eyes met mine and he paused what he was saying to Buck. 

“Diaz?”

“Nash?”

We ran toward each other. It had been far too long since we last spoke. He told me he was going to LA. My first thought was about Christopher and how he was adjusting. Eddie knew where I was going with the look I was giving him. He told me Chris was thriving in LA. I was glad to hear that.

“Callie, how do you know Eddie?”

“I used to be a journalist that was working with the military. I worked closely with Eddie’s team. If it wasn’t for him, I would have died more times than I care to admit right now. You are getting an advanced copy of The Vet and Journalist.”

“Cal, I appreciate the sentiment, but you know I don’t read romance books.”

“Come on, you promised to read it. Plus, if it does well with the first printing, I get to finally write my own ideas.”

Bobby spoke up at that moment, “What do you mean finally?”

I talked about how my editor wanted me to write about my experience with working closely with the army and my experience there. But it wasn’t what I wanted to write. We agreed that I would write about my experience in a different way so I could still have some freedom with it. 

“So is the vet in that based off Eddie?”

I blushed remembering some of the scenes that I wrote. I hadn’t told Eddie that it wasn’t just a normal classy romance. No, it was a spicy romance and there were definitely scenes he would disapprove of me writing about. As I thought more about it, an idea struck. The novel ended with an open ending. Diego, the vet in the novel – who was based on Eddie, didn’t stay with Stella. 

“Buck, right? You just gave me a great idea. Bobby, can I write about the 118 in my new novel? Eddie, is it okay if I can write about the 118 that I connect it to my first novel because I really want to write about what happened after the journalist and vet parted ways.”

All three men looked at each other and slowly nodded. I jumped into the air and grabbed my phone to get everyone’s contact information. Hen was the first to ask about getting an advanced copy as well. I told her that she and all the 118 would get an advanced copy minus Bobby. He didn’t need to ask why. Unfortunately, Buck did ask. I explained how my female leads are usually fairly similar to me and Bobby doesn’t want to think about me in any way that involves sex. 

“YOU WROTE SEX SCENES!”

Eddie’s face was furious. I slightly hid behind Buck since he was closer to me than my brother. Bobby stood between Eddie and me. Buck gave Eddie a look which seemed to calm the Latino down. I smirked at Eddie when I noticed the look. He just ignored me. 

“Callie, why didn’t you tell him?”

“He never asked if I was going to or not. Plus, spicy romance is becoming more common for the public and who doesn’t want to fuck a hot army man.”

The last part wasn’t meant to come out of my mouth. I looked at my brother horrified. I didn’t even dare to look at Eddie. He was married when we met, and I wasn’t planning on ever seeing him again. Now I just outed the fact how at one point in knowing Eddie I would have gladly fucked him. At that moment I decided I was going to leave for the night, and I would be contacting the chief to plan for my shadow days and days to interview some of the team to include them in the novel. Buck asked if he could walk me out. I nodded and allowed him to lead the way. 

As we walked, I decided to ask Buck about how he would feel about being a love interest in this novel. Before he could ask questions, I told him that it was going to be a why choose romance. Meaning that he and Eddie would be the inspiration for the love interests of the female lead. Which in turn earned me a smirk from the dirty blonde.

“Okay yes, when I first saw you, I thought I’d like to climb you like a tree. But that can never happen. Bobby is my brother and I refuse to work through a third party to talk to him if things don’t work out. I’ve done that once before. I don’t plan on it again.”

“Relax, I wasn’t suggesting that.” I gave him a look, “Okay, maybe I was. But you are right. Bobby has been more of a father figure than my own. I couldn’t hurt his sister. Though, I wouldn’t mind helping with some of those spicier scenes if you need any help.”

“You do realize that I’m going to make the characters based on you and Eddie fuck each other without the girl, right?”

His face turned a beet red at the thought alone. I told him that if he was bi, he should tell Eddie. Before he could ask me anything else I left for my car ready to write the first chapter of my next novel.

*will eventually be on Ao3*

[westerberg]

Tagged by @52stations for these 15 q's thank u!!!

1. are you named after anyone

My grandma's name is Betty, & my mom wanted to name me after her but that's an awful name for a child, so I ended up Elizabeth. My mom also loveddddd Pride and Prejudice so I like to say I'm named after Elizabeth Bennett but it's only half true.

2. when was the last time you cried?

I came close earlier this week listening to Simon and Garfunkel The Boxer, but I couldn't tell you the last time I was seriously crying uncontrollably. It's like what Fiona Apple said...

3. do you have kids?

no......oh my god

4. what sports do you play/have played?

not really any. I briefly played tennis in middle school.

5. do you use sarcasm?

Ya.....💁‍♀️

6. what is the first thing you notice about people?

This is a hard question but I guess it would be how they choose to present themselves. Like if we're asking literally what do I notice FIRST I guess their clothes and how they cut/dye their hair etc.

7. what’s your eye colour?

🤎 Beautiful Brown 🤎

8. scary movies or happy endings?

Happy Endings bc i suck :D

9. any talents?

is writing a talent... squidward voice. or spending long periods of time in contemplative silence I'm really good at that. If i don't think about it too hard I can do a really good Marc Maron impression

10. where were you born?

Semi-rural Minnesota

11. what are your hobbies?

Reading, "working on my screenplay," listening to comedy podcasts, watching movies, journaling, going on long walks, painting.

12. do you have any pets?

A tiny little black kitty kat <3

13. how tall are you?

I haven't been officially measured in a while but I seem to be the same height or even a little taller than the 5'9" people I know so about 5'9"

14. favourite subject in school?

in high school it would've been history but if we count classes we took in college. Well one time in my weird cultural studies major I got to take a class on comedy in culture and I got to spew all of my opinions that I had clearly spent much more time thinking ab than all the other students and the prof loved me. I got a perfect score on an essay on cancel culture <3

15. dream job?

Late Show page who has sex with David Letterman but then gets kept on for the transition to Conan and then has sex with him too... just kidding. I'd like to write for television or movies or whatever

tagging @antiquesintheattic @sonic-fizz @milliondollarbash @sugarmountain @sexuallyvague 🍻🍻🍻

[skysometric]

y'know people always ask what you're favorite game is

but nobody ever asks what your least favorite game is

truth be told, that's a much harder question to answer! i'm usually able to wring some enjoyment out of the worst games, if only to laugh at them, explore them in a historical context, or find lessons on what not to do when making a game. even the time i streamed "Family Party: 30 Great Games Obstacle Arcade" – the lowest rated game currently on Metacritic – i got some enjoyment out of laughing at the game with my friend, and i still think of it as one of my favorite early streams!

that means that, generally, my least favorite games sit somewhere in the middle; they're competent enough to not have laughable flaws, but boring enough that i have no desire to finish them. unsurprisingly, i remember very few of these, because they don't leave any impression on me!

so discarding that angle... in the vein of my favorite games of the year being ranked by my favorite memories, the most fun i had – i need to dig through my memories for something so horrifyingly bad that it left a lasting impression on me. and i might just know the answer. so without further ado, here's the story of:

My Least Favorite Game Ever

i like to brag that my first console was a sega dreamcast at any opportunity i can get – it's worth bragging about! that cute little console was way ahead of its time, and i was proud of the library i had built up. sonic adventure 1 and 2, daytona usa 2001, chu chu rocket, rayman 2…

every saturday my friends from the area would come over, and we would all take turns racing each other at sa2 or daytona. my parents would provide us with snacks and drinks – one time they even hosted a daytona tournament! those saturdays are why i love streaming so much, why i love playing mario kart with friends… they were essential to my growth as a kid, and i cherish the memories dearly.

one day, though, we had to move away from my friends in the area, because my dad was graduating and we could no longer live in the apartments on campus. it was a time of great change for many reasons: right before we left, mom found a big gaming deal – we could trade up my dreamcast for a gamecube with a memory card and a free game! so mom managed to drag me to e.b. games and jump on the deal, even though i didn't understand why… my dreamcast works perfectly fine, right?

but it was 2003, and nobody told me that the dreamcast had been dead for two years. few stores carried dreamcast games anymore, and frankly, it was a miracle that e.b. games was offering a trade-up deal this late.

i nervously brought my dreamcast and my precious library of games to the counter. they handed me a list to choose my free game from – just a simple printed list of names, with no covers or gameplay details, no way to look at the back of the box.

i did not recognize a single game on the list.

i nervously tried to back out of the deal, but we were already here, and mom was growing impatient. so i chose the one franchise i recognized – a game called Shrek: Extra Large – and took my new gamecube home.

i HATED it.

the game was dull, short, and crude; it had no life in it whatsoever. i remember 100%ing the game in just the short week between trading everything in and the time we moved. i hated the story, hated the gameplay, hated the music, hated the humor.

i wished i could play anything else… but i had no other games anymore. the dreamcast was my only console, and i sold it all. for this.

worse still, the game had no multiplayer. on my last saturday there, i had to tearfully explain to my friends that i no longer had my beloved dreamcast, so we could not play sonic adventure 2 anymore, and we couldn't even play the one game i did have together.

it stung all the harder when we moved, and i no longer had my dreamcast… or my friends.

as soon as we finished moving, the first thing i did was sell that accursed game. i got a couple bucks back, which was just enough to afford a used copy of Spyro: Enter the Dragonfly – a game that, these days, has a reputation for being glitchy and repetitive.

…and i had WAY more fun with it! the gamecube wasn't a total wash after all!!

before long, i gathered a library of new games i was actually happy with: sonic heroes, crash bandicoot: wrath of cortex… games that most people these days would call "mid." it didn't matter. i was too young to care, too broken myself to notice how broken the games were. i made do.

and then, one day, i finally found Sonic Adventure 2: Battle in the store – and i begged my parents to buy it for me. the void in my heart was finally filled, and the gamecube would go on to become my childhood favorite console.

was Shrek: Extra Large actually that bad? honestly, i don't remember enough about the game itself to speak from experience. wikipedia suggests that it was heavily panned by critics, so it probably was that bad. one day i want to revisit the game on stream and find out for myself…

but does it matter whether it was good or bad? the game is associated with some of my worst childhood memories – trading my familiar dreamcast away, moving away from my friends without getting to play one last game with them, losing everything i held dear as a kid. the game could be an underrated gem, and it would still be tarnished enough that i could never engage with it in good faith.

if that doesn't qualify for "least favorite game," i don't know what does.

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one last footnote… i've always been curious about which other games i passed up on when i traded in my dreamcast for a gamecube. what other games were on the list? a broken fragment of a memory says that Luigi's Mansion might've been on there… which makes sense, because i wouldn't have recognized it as a mario game from the name alone! but given that shrek was even on the list, it was probably just a bunch of other underselling tripe.

so if you know of any way to dig back through time for that info, let me know! it would've been in December 2003 at e.b. ɡames (or possibly gamestop?), and i imagine it was a nationwide deal rather than a local one. i would love to go dig through some old promo paper scans or press releases…

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Bracket 1 round 1 Poll 2

Chloe (the other one) vs Meadow Moon

CHLOE

This is Chloe! She was declawed on her front paws and lived as an indoor-outdoor cat. She managed to live for 18 years in spite of this. She was absolutely the sweetest, ever since submitter met her when they both were young until they said goodbye to her while heading away for university. Whenever submitter called her name, she would come running into the room to plop right by their feet. If they was in a room for long enough, she took that as an invitation as well. One time submitter house sat for the family and they woke up on the couch to her laying on my chest. She very politely got off when they had to get up. Even when she was older and sick and no one in her house gave her any attention anymore, she would still be the sweetest baby when submitter came around. They even got belly-rubbing privileges. She had the softest fur they've ever felt, and would always lean into pets (purring up a storm). She also loved playing with her cat wand. It couldn't be put anywhere in her reach, or she'd play with it regardless of any human input.

MEADOW MOON

this is meadow moon she and her brother rose garden are the most important creachurs in submitter's household. fun fact them and their mom babysat meadow's mom and all 4 littermates from when they were probably 4 weeks old to about maybe 6 weeks? because the original owner (who is an ex friend of submitter's mom's and a horrible person btw) was on vacay or something icr exactly. when they were kittens meadow was always the first to greet submitter she's just come up and shout at them at the top of her tiny lungs ;_; i think she knew she was their favourite from the start and chose them as her person!!!! anyway their family ended up adopting both her and her brother who was the youngest in the litter thankfully otherwise they'd have been just left to their own outdoors without being spayed/neutered or dewormed or vaxx'd etc. now they get to sleep around all day when they arent running around the place like theyre on crack lol. meadow in particular really likes to cuddle!!! she sits on submitter whenever they're in front of their tv gaming or drawing and they just chill together She's literally THEIR baby and they love her sm thank you for your time

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15 OC Questions!

I was tagged by @van-yangyin, thank you so much for tagging me!

Among so many sims that @van-yangyin and I have created, this time I'll choose Icaro D'Angelo from our "save" IcarRyu, since last time I chose one of our sims from our "save" JAKK. (Although it doesn't really go for separate saves since they coexist in the same savefile, but it's to understand me better).

My name is Icaro d'Angelo, nice to meet you or as they say in my place of origin: Piacere di conoscerti.

Well, let's start with the questions and see how I answer them.

1. Are you named after anyone?

My parents wanted to continue the tradition of naming their first child after my nonno (grandpa), since my uncle Luca skipped this tradition. But my paternal nonno (grandpa), Alessandro, had enough of that and said: Non più Alessandro [No more Alessandro!]

This anecdote is always told by mom, saying me: Your grandfather Alessandro shouted it in the hospital while he was visiting you for the first time.

Dad started thinking about my name, poor him, he thought had my name all figured out. Mom and grandparents (my paternal grandfather and my maternal grandfather) were talking and came up with three names, and at the end it was nonna (grandma) [my paternal grandmother] who gave my name, saying these words: Questo piccolo cherubino si chiamerà Icaro d'Angelo. [This little cherub will be called Icaro d'Angelo].

My father could not say anything, as he never disagreed with my grandparents, although he only wished that I wasn't stupid, as he said Icarus of Greek mythology was.

When I was 5 years old I asked my nonna (grandma) why she gave me that name and she told me: Perché dal momento in cui ti ho visto so che saresti stato curioso e saresti volato alto, ma con cautela. [Because from the moment I saw you I know you were going to be curious and fly high, but with caution].

Me: So it wasn't because you thought I was dumb?

She that day touched my head and said would talk very seriously with my father, in the afternoon I heard a few screams from nonna (grandma) and dad asking for forgiveness.

Also from that day on Dad never said anything to me again about the story of Icarus and how silly he was.

And that is the story of my name and who gave it to me.

Sorry maybe this doesn't interest you but I had to write it:

They say that there is a star called MACS J1149+2223 Lensed Star 1 that is more than nine billion light years away from Earth, that they nicknamed it with my name, well with the name of the mythological character in his honor and that has never been photographed, so I wonder: How do they know it exists if they haven't been able to photograph it?

I feel this, sometimes I write my own thoughts, something that not everyone likes, as they say that they are things that are not asked of me.

2. When was the last time you cried?

The last time I cried was when Orion my best friend and with whom I shared many getaways and outings, took her last trip to the stars.

I miss her licking and her soft fur, but I know that she's protecting me from her constellation, I know that wherever I go she can see me.

Since I was little she has always accompanied me, and we have always slept together, in winter it was a good blanket, in summer it was very hot but I relaxed sleeping with her, so I knew I wasn't alone in that big room.

3. Do you have any kids?

I don't have any kids, but as if I do since I have two little brothers and sometimes when my father goes for a week or two to work abroad and my mother accompanies him, I'm left in charge of them, I'm lucky that sometimes Ryuuya comes to help me, I haven't told you anything but Ryuuya is my best friend, my schoolmate, my neighbor and my boyfriend (it makes me tingle when I say that word).

When we go to college, Ryuuya and I will go to a house or apartment to live without our parents.

My parents and Ryuuya's parents are so called helicopter parents.

4. Do you use sarcasm?

I don't know what sarcasm is, rather I don't know how to use it and I don't understand it, I looked it up once on the internet, but I don't understand it.

I mean, why do people say those phrases if they really don't mean it but the opposite? Why can't they say it clearly?

This example I'm going to write is taken from the internet

Example, they don't want to be talked to because they say: Talk to the hand.

They couldn't say: I'm not interested in what you say, don't talk to me.

It's easier for Ryuuya and me to understand the latter than the former.

5. What's the first thing you notice about people?

The hands if are visible, but the lips because that's where I look when I talk to someone to look "normal"' and make them think I'm looking their eyes.

6. What's your eye color?

My eye color is normal in my family, although they say I have beautiful light blue eyes, lighter than my family's eyes.

7. Scary movies or happy endings?

Scary movies, I like scary movies a lot especially watching them with Ryuuya, it's a lot of fun because we start making theories and the things that the main characters should do to not be in that situation. Sometimes we also watch it with Marena who is my cousin, she likes the romance ones, but she doesn't like to watch them with us because she says we break the ending for her.

Besides, happy endings look very unrealistic, since it doesn't always end well outside of the movies.

8. Any special talents? Special talents? Talent?

My special talent? Mmmh… I really like astronomy and mythology, but I think my talents are photography and painting.

9. Where were you born?

I was born in Tartosa, where you can see beautiful stars, because there are never lights that break the peace of a starry sky. But where we live now, I have to wait for a blackout or go far away to the countryside to be able to see the constellations.

That's why every summer when there's camp, I like to sign up and drag Ryuuya and my cousin along with me.

By the way I now live in Evergreen Harvor, the only nice thing there is Ryuuya and my room.

Before I lived in a big house, with a big room, I'm not going to say I didn't like it but sometimes it was too big for me, the room I have now is cozier and more comfortable, the only thing I miss from the other one is the constellation sky that dad had made, following the constellation map I made for him, and the balcony I had in my room, where I could look from a small telescope I had, the stars.

Dad had the idea of saying that we were going to live in an apartment like the working class people lived in, and that's what we did.

Although I must say something, when Dad said the word move, I thought I was the one who was going to move to an apartment alone… but Dad and Mom said I was too young to live alone, and I gave them many good reasons why I should live alone, but they said no, and they got angry.

10. What are your hobbies?

My hobbies are Astronomy, Mythology, Photography and Music.

Astronomy I can only practice it when the weather and lights let me, but I can always talk and write about it.

Mythology I love, all kinds of mythology, not only Roman and Greek (although those two are my forte).

Photography is one thing I always do since I always carry my camera with me, the camera was a gift from nonna Celestine (my grandmother Celestine), she gave it to me when I turned 4 years old, and I haven't stopped taking pictures since that day.

I love music and yes, I'm a classic, I really like the Spanish guitar, I don't like the electric guitar, the Spanish guitar has a special melody, more natural and more beautiful, at least for me. By the way, we have a musical group.

11. Have any pets?

No, in the apartments we live in we aren't allowed to have pets, but when Ryuuya and I go to live in a place where we' a're surrounded by countryside I will have many dogs and a cat…. well two, with Ryuuya, I think he's the reincarnation of a cat. My nonna Celestine has a very nice and quiet cat, maybe too quiet. She also has a dog just like Orion, and that's because he's one of Orion's children, since she was mom and grandma.

I used to have Orion as I said above, she was my best friend and only friend, since I used to do home school, but I'll explain that another day, assuming you are interested of course.

Sorry, I'll continue with Orion. She was an Australian Shepherd, for me was the most beautiful of all, was smart, learned things very fast, and my mother told me that since I was born and we went home, she never left my side for a moment, I must also say that she liked to run a lot and when I went jogging Orion went out with me, some nights we would escape and we would both go to see the constellations or the full moon that looked beautiful from the beach of Tartosa.

12. What sports do you play/have played?

I have 3 favorite sports but none of them are played at school, during the summer surfing, during the winter snowboarding and all year round skateboarding.

Yes, as you can see all 3 sports are board sports, I don't like anything to do with balls, not even ping pong balls.

13. How tall are you?

My height is 185 cm/6' 1".

14. Favorite subject in school?

If there was astronomy it would be that one, but since it doesn't exist, I would say Art and Music.

15. Dream Job?

My dream job would be to be an astronaut but I don't want to be away from Ryuuya and I want to have a dog, and in space for now you can't have them.

So my second dream job is to be a private investigator, so I could be close to Ryuuya and have a dog to be my work and adventure partner.

My parents want me to work in whatever motivates me, except for what my uncle Luca works in, I don't know what he works in but my father says he is involved in weird business.

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I am shy and a disaster to communicate with people, I will leave a notice that NOBODY is forced to do it, do it only if you feel like doing it, clarified that, I will tag: @simsfurr ,@mocham-sims ,@simsjerry , @freedomending(Hi, nice to meet you. As Van said you can do it about any of your system members if you want, if it doesn't make you uncomfortable of course, if it's rude then please ignore my tag 🙇💦), @kyou-sims4, @fuku0330, @bnt0,

Also anyone who wants to do so and is not tagged.

What I would like is that you tag me to know more about your OCs.

[eowyntheavenger]

15 Questions 15 Mutuals

I was tagged by @valasania-the-pale, thanks so much for tagging me! :)

Rules: answer the questions and tag fifteen mutuals

1. Are you named after anyone?

Not my first name, but my middle name belongs to one of my mom's best friends, who I love :)

2. When was the last time you cried?

Hmm... I recently teared up while rereading The Silmarilion, does that count?

3. Do you have kids?

No, and it's not something I see for myself.

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Sometimes, but I prefer to just outright criticize things rather than being sarcastic.

5. What’s the first thing you notice about people?

I notice how they treat me and others around them.

6. What's your eye colour?

Blue.

7. Scary movies or happy endings?

Happy endings! Although this frames it as a choice between two things that are not really opposites, so... I also happen to love tragedies.

8. Any special talents?

Depends on whether I'm actually talented, but I think I'm a good writer, and I also have some skill with drawing/painting, although I don't do it often enough these days.

9. Where were you born?

In the Pacific Northwest.

10. What are your hobbies?

Reading, writing, drawing/painting, photography, hiking, and martial arts.

I'm currently reading two books: one about the Coastwatchers in Solomon Islands during World War II, and the other about the Guadalcanal and Bougainville campaigns... also WWII.

I'm also currently working on some writing projects, namely the one giant writing project that has consumed the past three years of my life, although I've been taking a long-ish break for the holiday period (I've been too busy).

I'm also working on my first digital artwork, which has taken a few years at this point... partly because it keeps getting bigger and bigger! Ack!

There are a lot of things I'd like to learn how to do or do more of, like scuba diving, archery, and getting a pilot's license (but I need to save up money for that).

11. Any pets?

Two cats that I love very much. One of them is a tortoiseshell named Minou (there are pictures of her in the link). She is tiny! She is only 6 pounds. She doesn't really know how to meow, so when she wants food or attention she will gently and politely tap me with her paw (it is SO cute).

The other one is an orange cat with white socks named Percy, which is short for Persimmon. She is a troublemaker, and will steal ANYTHING from the kitchen. I once saw her running out of the room with a very long udon noodle trailing from her mouth. She is very cuddly and likes to spend all of her time on my lap, purring. Otherwise she's dashing madly around the house.

I also have a Juniper bonsai, which I think counts as a pet. I have had him for about three years.

12. What sports do you play/have played?

I played soccer as a child, and loved it. I played basketball for one season and it was not for me - neither was cross country. I started doing Muay Thai and boxing when I was 17 and I liked that a hell of a lot better. Then I started doing Brazilian jiu-jitsu and judo in college. Nothing makes me happier than getting to do MMA multiple times per week, and I only wish that I could train regularly right now! I don't live close enough to the school I want to go to - but once I find a new apartment I'll be able to. I also enjoy weightlifting.

13. How tall are you?

5′4″... I would like to be taller, but this IS average height for a woman in the United States (where I live), which is what I remind people who tell me I'm short!

14. Favorite subject in school?

History, to be sure, which was my major. I also enjoyed Philosophy, Russian Literature and my language classes - over the years I took Latin, Japanese, German and Russian. Unfortunately my language skills are a bit rusty now, but I don't regret the time I spent studying them. :) I would like to learn some of the languages of the Pacific Islands - there are certainly a lot to choose from.

15. Dream job?

The one I have now, basically! Although I would like to live in the South Pacific one day. I work for a research institute and my field of study is the Pacific Islands. I love what I do, I get to travel, my coworkers respect me - I'm literally so happy! It's a big relief, because I was not happy at my previous job, and it's hard to find jobs in my field, at least where I live now.

Tagging friends: @softlypause, @wishiwould, @jtulipe, @lonelysocksclub, @orestes-hungry-and-pylades-sober, @frodo-baggins, @princeofnerds, @carinatae, @cosmologicalhedgehogephemera, @igotofetchthesun, @tuulikki, @belljarsandrabbitholes, @warrioreowynofrohan, @daegred-winsterhand, @katbatmagat, @softpyrate, @lie-where-i-land, @speckled-jim, @orangechickenpillow, @potatoobsessed999, @armenelols, @actuallyfingolfin, @backgroundelf, @stillcantgetoverthesilmarillion, @rhymes-with-sky, @kookyburrowing, @novemberblueskyink, @legolasbadass, @playingjax, @calliopechild, @randomphases Okay sorry I tagged a lot of people. No pressure to do it though! And anyone else can join in :)

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The Beginning Chapter 4

Summary: Those with a uterus have it hard in modern society, pre or post quirk. It’s even harder in a post-quirk society, however. Especially when the person in question has the ability to have a child who’s quirk is just like or stronger than the other parent’s. For a girl like Izumi? It only takes one nurse to diverge her path from what destiny wrote. Now, forced to make the borderline unethical work to protect her, the choices she makes will mean everything.

Warning Tags: Sexism, Quirkless discrimination, HPSC is SHADY as hell, Quirk marriages, arranged marraiges

ON AO3

Part 1 of Diverging Paths (AKA: Betrothal Verse Remix)

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 The day for the meetings seemed to approach too quickly, yet Izumi found herself agonizing over how long it took for the day to arrive. She felt nervous yet too excited at the same time. Her mother felt the same, given the constant rechecks of her list of things to interrogate the families about. 

 Kacchan and his friends backed off her a bit, or more so his friends did, which caused Kacchan also to back off slightly because they would mutter about him being a brat every time he tried to bother Izumi. It was nice to go to school without them constantly harassing her. But even the calm at school barely distracted her from her nerves. People noticed them, eventually leading to a confrontation with Kacchan.

 “Why the hell are you so jittery, Deku?” he demanded of the girl the day before the meetings, right after classes let out. She paused in packing away her books in her bag.

 “Pardon?” she asked, the rest of the class, including the teacher, glancing over.

 “All this week, you’ve been more of a freak than normal. So what’s going on?” Kacchan asked with a sneer.

 “I have the meetings with some of the people who submitted offers for my hand in marriage tomorrow,” Izumi admitted after a moment. She waved a hand. “It’s nerve-wracking.” 

 “Why the hell are you meeting them?” Kacchan asked, looking surprised. A few others did, too, trading wide-eyed looks. Some girls, though, snorted and rolled their eyes.

 “He didn’t actually think….”

 “Who knows what goes through his head.” Izumi ignored the whispers as she frowned at her old friend.

 “Because I need to get to know them? I have a whole year before choosing whom I want to marry after this.” Izumi frowned at him. “Why is it so weird I’m meeting them?” Kacchan looked as lost as Izumi felt while people snorted around them. 

 “She’s oblivious, and so is he.” a girl named Hibari whispered to her friend. She then turned back to the two people talking. “Hey, Midoriya, I see your mom outside.” the girl nodded to the window, and Izumi yelped before shoving her things into her bag and running off. She jogged down the halls and out to the yard where her mother was waiting with Haruno. A last-minute strategy meeting where Haruno promised she would kick out anyone causing trouble. The woman also imparted bad news about one of the people she was supposed to be meeting.

 “The Commission sent word that Takami Keigo is ill and will not be at the meeting. However, they sent ahead some information and an email address for you to message him over the next year.” Haruno handed the mother and daughter a file. Inko opened it to glance at it, pausing to grab a photo to pass to Izumi, who looked at the picture. A blonde kid with a bandage on his face looked back, large red wings coming from his back. He looked about her age, and his grin looked hesitant. 

 “He looks like Hawks! He’s an intern with Skyfall!” Izumi said eagerly. “Maybe he’s a cousin or a brother!” 

 “Possibly. The Commission requested that most of the information be withheld for protection, which makes sense given Hawks is part of their programs.” Haruno informed them. She continued by explaining how the next day would go. “We will meet with the Todoroki family, then the Iida family, before a quick break. Following that, we will meet the Shinsou, Tokoyami and Monoma families. As per the agreement, you will then have about a year to send emails to them or gifts. No physical meeting is allowed in order to avoid any sort of foul play.” Haruno handed more files to Inko, who gave Izumi the pictures as she spoke.

 Todoroki Shouto was slightly pale, with chimerism in his looks. One side of his hair was white and the other red, perfectly parted. Izumi wondered if it was his choice or a fashion statement by his father; it was a striking image. But her eyes were caught by a significant mark on the boy’s face—an oddly perfect circular red spot around his left eye, which was blue compared to his grey right. The mark could be a birthmark, but it reminded Izumi too much of a burn. A Quirk accident, probably. 

 Iida Tenya looked like his brother, though he wore glasses and possessed a slightly squarer jaw. He seemed very proper, and the expression on his face made Izumi think he was trying to hold as still as possible. Comparing it to Shinsou Hitoshi, Iida looked very put together. Shinsou possessed deep bags under his eyes, along with wild purple hair. He looked tired, more tired than Izumi could ever understand. 

 Tokoyami Fumikage’s picture showed a boy with a bird’s head and a shadow hanging over his shoulder. Izumi couldn’t tell anything about him, but he looked serious in the picture, more than Monoma Neito with the smirk on the blonde’s face. Monoma had perfectly styled hair and looked ready to waltz off a runway. He was a little too plastic, but he didn’t seem too bad.

 Izumi knew her mom would hand over the other files later, so she just focused on the faces of her potential husbands, the ball of nerves in her stomach starting to grow. 

 What would the next day bring when she met them?

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 The first meeting took six hours of arguing and arranging to get. Izumi didn’t understand why it seemed so important to choose who went first, but according to Haruno and Inko, it did. The explanation given boiled down to not wanting to insult anyone too rich. Izumi just sighed and went along with the entire thing.

 Sitting in the tea house at nine in the morning, Izumi tried not to fidget. Her mom had slipped her a fidget toy to hide in her lap, but it did nothing to calm Izumi. She was about to meet Endeavour. ENDEAVOUR. The number two hero.

 Who would be calm in that situation?

 When the door opened, revealing the tall man, Izumi squeaked. She couldn’t help it, the noise slipping out of her mouth as she stood up, stumbling a bit. Inko steadied her as Endeavour stepped inside, followed by his son. 

 Shouto looked bored, or, perhaps, the word would be stoic. Also, maybe a bit annoyed, as he kept giving his dad weird looks. Endeavour kept his fire beard on even while in a suit. That was relatively cool, though honestly, it seemed extra to Izumi. Wouldn’t he want to keep his head down? Her dad told her about his old girlfriend who’d been some singer in America who would change her appearance so she wouldn’t get recognized. So, like, why was Endeavour-

 “Izumi,” Inko murmured. “You’re narrating your thoughts and descending into mumbling.” Izumi’s face felt hot as she looked at the ground.

 Oops.

 “Well then,” Haruno murmured, looking between the two families. “This is starting splendidly.” 

 After the very embarrassing start, the rest of the meeting went okay. Shouto seemed amused by Izumi, a little less bored than before. It made Izumi relax more, and she paid attention to the conversation better. 

 “My daughter is the one who will be deciding whom she wishes to marry,” Inko said in response to a comment Izumi missed. “She has an entire list and wishes to get to know her potential husband better before choosing.”

 “And you trust your daughter with this?” Endeavour asked. Izumi frowned as Inko hummed loudly.

 “It’s her life. My own arranged marriage ruined my friendship with my husband, and it didn’t even save our companies like our parents wanted,” Inko sipped her tea. Haruno looked like she wanted to start crying but kept her mouth shut. “She’s smart as well. I’ve never known anyone who can break down Quirks as fast as her.” 

 “Indeed?” Endeavour looked at Izumi. “My son has a hot and cold Quirk, being able to produce ice from one side of his body and fire from the other. What are your thoughts on that?”

 “Oh wow, that’s cool,” Izumi said, fidgeting with her toy again. “Is… no, wait. You have a fire Quirk, and your wife probably had an ice one. That’s lucky your kids lived. Usually, those Quirks are pretty incompatible. Oh, wait, no, I… never mind that. Rude, sorry.” Izumi shook her head. “If it comes from each side, it probably is a case of chimerism because otherwise, he could use his Quirk fully… and his hair would be pink. Have you drawn the blood to test for it? I heard that sometimes DNA is weird in Chimerism. Could it lead to health problems… yeah it could, maybe.” Izumi hummed. “I wonder if you can make water instead of just… oh wait wait!” Izumi dropped the toy and put her hands on the table that separated her from the two Todoroki men, leaning forward to stare Shouto straight in the eye. He leaned back slightly. “Can you produce water?”

 “I’ve never tried.” He said slowly.

 “Well, tr-” Izumi got interrupted by a cough from her mom. The girl winced. “Uhh, try later. It’s possible you’re not actually producing flame or water but manipulating the oxygen in the air.” She sat down, being handed back the toy from her mother.

 “I will,” Shouto said calmly. “Shall we exchange emails then?” Izumi nodded, face still warm.

 “Do you wish to go into analysis?” Endeavour asked Izumi, looking very interested even as he eyed his son curiously. 

 “I want to be a hero,” Izumi said in reply. She pushed her shoulders back. “I might be Quirkless, but I can do it. I know I can.” Endeavour didn’t look like he agreed, but he nodded anyway. “Besides, being a hero can also just mean helping people. Which is why… I chose you guys. You donate to charities; you help people. I read about the domestic violence charity you donate to, and… yeah.” Izumi swallowed, missing Shouto’s twisted lips.

 “Well if you choose Shouto, then you’ll be able to train,” Endeavour said casually. Izumi couldn’t help her grin, bouncing slightly in her seat. That would be pretty cool. Though the look Shouto was giving his dad was weird.

 The rest of the meeting devolved into discussing the plan for the following year. They would keep in touch over emails, and a month after Izumi’s birthday, she would choose. No in-person meetings would take place until then. Birthday gifts would be allowed only if a certain amount wasn’t passed.

 Frankly, all of it was pretty simple stuff, and Izumi tuned it out to study Shouto, who seemed resigned to everything. He didn’t talk too much and seemed to look at his dad angrily from time to time. Why? Why was he looking at him like that?

 Even as the meeting ended, it puzzled her, and Izumi hurried to the bathroom quickly after drinking three cups of tea in an hour. 

 Why didn’t Shouto seem to like his dad too much? Did he not want to get married? Izumi could understand that. But… did Endeavour not care then?

 It was worrying, but Izumi had only ten minutes before the next meeting. She didn’t have time to think about it more. 

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The day's second meeting took place between the two Midoriyas and the four Iidas. Iida Kin and Iida Tomomi were recently retired heroes, Kin having been the hero Fast Jet and Tomomi having the title Sonic Burst. Their hero agency, IidaTen, had been run by Tomomi’s family since heroics started. Izumi knew from the rumours that some issue had Tomomi stepping down from his position as head of the agency to allow his eldest son Tensei to take over. Kin had retired fully, though she worked with the charities they had started.

 Meeting them caused the same squeak from Izumi as Endeavour did, something they seemed charmed by. But, luckily, no word vomit.

 Tenya seemed like a good guy, though he was really stiff. He glanced up at his brother and seemed pleased whenever Ingenium gave him a grin. He was also painfully awkward, though.

 “I did not mean it like that!” Tenya’s red face made Izumi fight a grin.

 “I’m not offended,” Izumi said, dismissing his comment. “I’ve heard worse.”

 “What?” Ingenium asked, having been giving his brother a look for the comment on Quirkless people. 

 “Kids are mean. My old friend Kacchan says worse to me all the time.” Izumi’s hand drifted to her pocket where she kept the friendship bracelet, having brought it with her to try and feel as if someone was on her side other than her mom, remembering the times as a child. Or at least younger than she was when she had her best friend.

 “Doesn’t sound like a friend to me,” Ingenium muttered. Izumi shrugged. 

 “I know a lot will be against me as a Quirkless person. More so as a girl.” Izumi wrinkled her nose. “Pass on Quirks is important, and I can pass them on strong. I know people will be against me. I just won’t back down. I’ll help people no matter what.” 

 “Man, kid, Hizashi is going to love you,” Ingenium chuckled. Izumi looked at him in confusion as the two adult Iidas laughed.

 “So, why did you choose us?” Kin asked the young girl.

 “I want to help people, be a hero. You guys work with charities and even run a few.” Izumi shrugged. “I made a long list.”

 “Smart,” Tomomi said with a nod. “Do you want to be a pro-hero as well?”

 “Yes.” Izumi admitted. “It’s not illegal, and they got rid of the rules about needing a Quirk at UA to get into the course.”

 “Slap a jetpack on, and she’s no different than Skyfall,” Ingenium mused. “Other than she can’t manipulate air.”

 “Skyfall can manipulate the air currents to fly faster, though,” Izumi protested.

 “But not that well,” Tenya instantly said. “It gives an edge but not that much of one, right?”

 “Well yeah, a .5 in speed, but often that can be the difference,” Izumi said instantly. “Like with Best Jeanist when he went up against Fabric Master. He can affect thread a single second faster than the Master could.”

 “I suppose.” Tenya frowned. “I didn’t see that one.”

 “I only like saw some videos of it,” Izumi said. “I did see the fight with Endeavour and Sea Beast, which totally proved a point I had against Kacchan when he was talking about me not being able to go against someone stronger.”

 “The guy who could control the entire ocean?!” Ingenium asked. “How did you see that!?” 

 “My father came to visit, and he likes Quirks, too,” Izumi said. “So we were in Tokyo looking for fights, and we found it. We sat on a roof and watched the whole thing. And again, Endeavour, by himself, beat Sea Beast. While having fire powers.”

 “I saw videos of that one,” Tenya said. “It was fascinating to see him drying out all of the water while going hand to hand with Sea Beast.”

 “The fish slapping him is still in, like, the top hundreds for used gifs, too,” Izumi said in amusement. Tenya snorted, then went red.

 The adults just laughed. The rest of the meeting progressed alright, with the same agreements being made. When the Iida family left, Izumi had Tenya’s email and an idea to contact him about Present Mic’s latest fight. It would be pretty cool, she felt.

-0-

  The meeting with the Monoma duo, Neito and his mother, Monoma Akane, dissolved into a loud debate on Quirks within five minutes after a comment about the ranking system.

 “No!” Izumi said, pointing at the boy. “It’s impossible for Kamui Woods to rise higher than like seventh rank!”

 “Why?” Neito demanded. “He has the adaptable skill-”

 “Yes, but he’s just not good with it!” Izumi said. “Look at the latest fight; he totally fumbled that save.”

 “True,” Neito frowned. “He could have created more branches going off of the existing ones like a net.”

 “Exactly!” Izumi nodded. “He won’t get far with just using his branches as he is now! I don’t doubt he’ll break the top ten, but I doubt he’ll rise further there.”

 “The top three heroes do have the most adaptable skill with their Quirks,” Neito nodded thoughtfully as their mothers exchanged confused glances, a similarity between them both, given their children were talking of concepts that were not in their own understanding. “Super strength is probably the most versatile Quirk possible, barring my own. Control over fire cannot be underestimated either with how fire works and how Endeavour has learned to manipulate it.”

 “And Best Jeanist can use thread everyone carries on their person and can manipulate anything someone wears,” Izumi nodded. “Compare it to Ryukyu. She can turn into a DRAGON. But due to the constraints of her Quirk….”

 “She will not rise higher than rank five at the most due to the Quirk being useful only in combat and as a shock factor.” Neito nodded. “She can lift things in rescue missions.”

 “Yet her size can hurt people.” Izumi grinned. This was fun! Tenya had been a good debater, but Neito latched onto Quirks like she did!

 “We have ten minutes left,” Inko said out loud. “Izumi, we need to discuss the terms of the arrangement.”

 “...whoops.” Izumi blushed as Neito blinked before his own cheeks went red. They traded guilty looks right before they got into actually talking. Luckily it was the same as the others, though Neito made her promise to keep emailing him even if she didn’t pick him in the end, declaring that ‘a mind as strong as hers would become a hero in seconds and they’d need to work together to be heroes’. She liked him.

 “Well, you two probably would take over the world together,” Inko said when the Monomas left. “Just don’t kill anyone, dear.”

 “We won’t,” Izumi promised.

-0-

 The meeting with the Shinsou family started out okay, but Izumi had her hands on the table ten minutes into it, leaning forward to glare at Shinsou Hitoshi.

 “Did you have your best friend turn against you and lead your entire class into tormenting you?” she demanded. The boy paled and looked down. His mother, a beautiful purple-haired woman with dark eyes, pointedly sipped her tea. His father, a handsome blonde man, hummed. 

 “No one has a claim on trauma,” he said casually. The adult Shinsous, Hana and Hikaru looked long-suffering when their son commented that Izumi was lucky. Their looks became amused when Izumi decided to inform the boy of her life so far, getting quickly annoyed with him. “Or suffering,” Hikaru said.

 “I… sorry,” Hitoshi muttered. “My aunt told me I should think things through more.”

 “She’s right,” Hana said purposefully loudly. Hitoshi went pinker and sank into his seat. Izumi sighed.

 “As long as you remember, and don’t act like a jerk again,” she said, sitting back down. “Who is your aunt?”

 “Ah,” Hitoshi looked at his mom, who shook her head. “She’s a hero; that’s all I can say.”

 “Really?” Izumi asked, a smile crossing her face. “That’s cool. Does she inspire you?”

 “Sort of,” Hitoshi said. “She has a mutation Quirk rather than a mental one, but it’s like a cute mutation. She punches people who say that, but it’s true. I just… I want to be a hero to prove people like me can.”

 “I understand,” Izumi told him. “I want to be a hero to save people, to help them. But I won’t deny a part of me really wants also to shove it in everyone’s face that I did it.” Hitoshi snorted.

 “We really aren’t that different, huh?” he grinned. “So, favourite hero?”

 “It’s probably too common to say All Might, even if it’s true, but I’m also a fan of heroes who don’t have physical Quirks. Like Sir Nighteye!” Izumi beamed. “And like Mandalay and Ragdoll!”

 “Mandalay is awesome.” Hitoshi agreed. “I’m also an Eraserhead fan; he doesn’t use his Quirk to fight either.”

 “Ehhh,” Izumi wrinkled her nose. “He does sorta. His entire fighting style would rely on the shock of losing their Quirk. He can fight mutation types, but I saw a video where he ended up pretty beat up due to it.”

 “But he doesn’t have a physical Quirk,” Hitoshi argued.

 “Yeah, but his Quirk removed the others. So they operate at a disadvantage since most people have their Quirks integrated into their fighting style-” Izumi explained. Inko let it go on for a bit before coughing.

 “We still need to talk about the arrangement for the year.” she reminded them. “You can email later.”

 “Oh, right! Sorry!” Izumi giggled. Hitoshi just laughed.

-0-

Tokoyami Fumikage had inherited both of his parents' Quirks. His mother, Hinata, had the head of a bird, while his father, Takeshi, had a sentient shadow attached to him. Fumikage did not have a canary for a head like his mother, instead resembling a black bird more like a crow or a raven, and his Shadow was inside of him that could come out while affecting the world around them. Still, it was similar enough that Izumi was amazed.

 “That’s so cool!” she said as Dark Shadow preened. “Or wait, are you a girl? Boy? Fully sentient?” Izumi asked. The shadow chirped.

 “Dark Shadow is fully sentient. We tested for chimerism multiple times, but he is not a twin,” Fumikage explained. “He’s more of a… I don’t want to say pet, but child is wrong. He’s not that smart.” 

 “He’s your Quirk,” Izumi said with a shrug. “He’s still cool.”

 “Thank you,” Fumikage said. “May I ask… how is it to not have a Quirk?” he winced, looking apologetic. Izumi hummed, not offended. 

 “Fumi-” began Hinata, but Izumi spoke up.

 “I’ve never known anything different, but I get bullied a lot,” she said simply. “And, like, I have different biological stuff going on? Like apparently, there’s this thing called blue light, which can cause stuff like lesser melatonin and stuff, so I need a special filter for my phone. I have better balance than most kids 'cause I have the extra joint too.” She shrugged. “It’s probably not different from you having feathers instead of hair. You have different needs than most others, and so do I.”

 “Indeed,” Fumikage nodded. “I go to a special doctor due to my mutation. Do you as well?”

 “Yeah, I got to a few. I even have a special dentist ‘cause, like, apparently, I’ll get stuff called wisdom teeth possibly. And those need to be removed.” Izumi snorted. “It’s dumb.” 

 “Indeed!” Fumikage smiled. “If this… blue light is an issue, do you stick to books?”

 “Mostly, yeah. I use a computer a lot, but I prefer writing and reading like with real paper.” Izumi said. “What’s your favourite book?”

 “I like poetry,” Fumikage admitted with no shame. “I’ve been reading some by Edgar Alan Poe that are just riveting.” 

 “Going to be so goth like his dad as a teen,” Hinata laughed as Takeshi chuckled, no shame in his expression. Fumikage frowned, looking thoughtful. 

 “Like the dark clothes and stuff?” Izumi asked. 

 “That sounds interesting….” Fumikage mused. His parents giggled again as Inko chuckled, Haruno shaking her head in amusement.

 The meeting ended like the others, with an agreement to continue emailing and speaking with one another but no full-on in-person meetings. Haruno sighed when the Tokoyamis left, turning to the Midoriya duo.

 “That went much more smoothly than I thought. I didn’t have to step in at all.” Haruno grinned. “Usually, I need to.”

 “Well, I’m happy you didn’t,” Inko sighed as Izumi stood up. “Bathroom?”

 “Yes!” Izumi said, hurrying away. Way too much tea.

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Notes:

-I refuse to believe that Hawks just appeared out of nowhere at age eighteen cause it makes ZERO sense. Instead, he is known as an intern for a hero called Skyfall who can also fly. Skyfall is 1000% a commission lackey. Also, yes- Hawks was sick that day for real, or he would have gone to the meeting.

-Shouto was very pleased by the entire meeting cause 1) the girl basically said his dad was a show off. And 2) his father might be wrong about his Quirk. Though he still isn’t too happy about getting married off. At least she’s funny.

-The ‘issue’ about the Iida parents was a child neglect charge leveled at them. A sidekick, angry he was fired due to bad behaviour, accused them. They didn’t think anything would come from it… until it did. The Iida parents had a bad habit of treating their youngest like a miniature adult due to his maturity and Tensei often was more involved then they were. Having this shown made them reevaluate their lives. Both retired from hero work, and while Tomomi still works in the agency as more admin, they try to be around Tenya more. It helps.

-My IiDeku love showed here, but, like, I am CONVINCED that Iida was just like Izuku as a hero chaser. Sure often it was his own brother, but I just thought of this and had to write it.

-Monoma and Izumi are NERDS. That’s all I can say.

-Shinsou will always get a good talking to in my fics cause I like it. He’s not fully convinced here but is willing to admit Izumi had a rough life. He’ll get a further wake-up call later. 

-I love Aizawa being Izumi’s mentor and I’ll keep it for the IiDeku route as I did before but I’ll be honest: he isn’t fighting Quirkless. 

-Tokoyami the baby Goth. *sniff* we’re all so proud.

[lovesickmermaid]

15 Questions & 15 Mutuals

Tagged by @pixlerelish 😘

1) Are you named after anyone? Kind of? My maiden middle name was Marie which is also my mom's middle name, but I changed it to my maiden last name when I got married.

2) When is the last time you cried? I think the question is when am I not crying? I cry so much I literally can't keep track. Probably this week at some point I cried. By the way, it's only Tuesday as I'm writing this.

3) Do you have kids? I do not. I'm not gonna go into the whole thing with kids and why it should be socially acceptable to not continuously ask people when they're going to have kids/why they don't have kids. It's weird. Just stop it.

4) Do you use sarcasm a lot? With people I'm really close with, yes, sometimes. I hate when people are sarcastic with me though, so I try not to be unless the context of the situation is lighthearted and fun.

5) What’s the first thing you notice about people? I don't really pay attention to what I notice about people when I meet them, but I'm just gonna go with their eyes.

6) What’s your eye color? Green!

7) Scary movie or happy ending? Happy ending always. I hate scary movies.

8) Any special talents? Crying over men who will never know I exist.

9) Where were you born? The land where palm trees sway... Florida. I was born in Florida.

10) Do you have any hobbies? I have a hobby about once every few months that I am overly excited about for like a week before I get bored with it and never go back to it again.

11) Do you have any pets? Two golden retrievers: Lola & Gracie 🐶

12) What sports are/have you played? I played soccer a looonnnggg time ago and I think that's the last time I played a sport. I took tennis as a class in high school, but that was just to get an easy A.

13) How tall are you? 5'6"

14) What’s your favorite subject in school? When I *was* in school I always liked the elective classes. I took Marine Bio in high school and it was one of the best classes I've ever taken. As far as regular classes go, I'd say English/Writing class was my favorite. I love expressing words and feelings through writing and I've been told almost my whole life that I'm pretty ok at it. As far as college classes go, criminology classes all the way. It's what I majored in and I found most of them so interesting.

15) Dream job? I don't think I've ever had a dream job, but if I had to choose it would be something in Forensics. I got my master's degree in forensic science because I was influenced by The Staircase on Netflix. Highly recommend.

I'm tagging @lephantomdelioncourt again because I have no friends on here and now you HAVE to do this because both me and @pixlerelish said you have to 💜 (I'm sorry if you've done this one already. I honestly can't keep up). K, love you!

[pbandjesse]

I had a good day. I am very cozy right now and I feel happy. I feel excited for the wedding. And I feel excited for the week.

This does not mean I wasn't stressed at points. But that was thankfully not the entire day.

I slept alright. I don't remember my dreams from last night. Not like the night before when I had such vivid and intense dreams. Getting up was tough though. But I got up and my hand hurt but I was in a good mood. I loved my outfit. I don't think the picture James got of me was a great one but it was still really cozy and this sweater is so soft.

We packed up the car and went to get breakfast. Because I was running the market today I had to be there early but that was fine. James helped me get everything over and then it was just. Very busy.

I had a lot to do. Setting up. Both my tables and my printing stuff. And people would take me up on that which was cool.

But there was a ton happening today. The kids fair, the bat box guy, there was a boat race, and music, and even Batman was there?? So it was a lot. But it was fun!

There were a few small issues. The wind was pretty bad and people kept wanting the sides down which I'm fine with but then the boat race asked for a path so to leave some open. And then I had to move two venders around and one was very much not happy with me. But I was able to fix it and everyone seemed pretty happy in the end.

It was cold though. I am glad James told me to bring a jacket. And I had fun regardless. My face just got a little wind burnt. I worked a lot on my circle loom and it was great. I also did get to print with a few people. When the bat box guy came, his name is Chris, I told him people could come and print words on their boxes with me and that ended up being so super cute. People were awesome today.

I didn't sell much. I decided my small knit bears should be half price because they are a little funny. And I sold 3. Plus I got $10 in tips for the printing. So honestly it wasn't a bad day. Especially since I got paid to be there today I wasn't to upset.

At 1 everyone packed up. There had been some confusion when someone parked where the venders load in and out and we didn't know who they were and I was like. Okay I am in charge so I will go check in. And it ended up being a venders mom who was here to get her so no problem at all. All good.

I got lots of hugs and congratulations and good luck about the wedding. I struggled to pack the car a little because something went in on the wrong order so the trunk wouldn't close and I had to take everything out and start over. And the parking lot was a little wild so having all my shit on the ground was not ideal.

But I packed it up and locked the car and headed inside to teach James the cannery.

James had to put a few fires out with an event but I ended up running around helping Angie and answering some questions for a few minutes. And then we headed to the cannery.

It was really fun showing them everything. I decided to both give instructions for our small adult cannery, as well as for a regular kids one. So James can help out during the school year. And it went great. It took a little less then an hour to do the entire run through. Srt up, program, breakdown, issues you could have, how to fix them, and the choosing of who our dads will be so they don't have to go up stairs much.

I also showed them how to make a chase and we set it up for our group. I felt great about it and I'm really excited to get to do this with James and our family.

I was really tired after this. I gave James a smooch and headed home. I was a little bit driving in a fog. But I got home safely and everything was good.

When I got home I struggled with the stuff I brought in from the car plus two packages and I ended up breaking my nail and when I say I was devastated, I am not exaggerating. I just want to have nice nails for the wedding!! So instead of ripping the rest off I super glued it?? It seemed to have worked but I did it over my nail polish so I don't know if it will hold but my nail seems like. Really stiff and strong so I guess we'll see what happens.

I had lunch and chatted with Jess and realized I needed to lay down.

I got cozy in bed and waited for James to come home. And when they got back they laid with me until I fell asleep.

I woke up at 6 and was a little distressed. My allergies had kicked up and my nose was so dry I barely got any oxygen for my whole nap and it was nice fun to be awake. But slowly I got it together. And me and James got to work.

We cut all our stickers out and while James made us dinner I stuck 100 stickers to 100 matchbooks. And I am thrilled with how they came out. This was such a good idea. We did print to many stickers but I figure we can just have them in the table too like confetti.

After we finished that me and James both worked on editing our vows. This is a funny thing because I had written then forever ago and was like. Okay! Knocked that off the list!

But now that it's almost here I'm like. Nervous!! Like self conscious. I have read them so many times at this point and I am afraid that they seemed to generic. Not personal enough. Which is fair because I have read so many others that I have taken good phrases.

So last night at midnight I started editing and taking stuff out and adding jokes and trying to make them more. Authentic feeling.

But there were still two paragraphs I wasn't thrilled with. Something was off.

So me and James both worked on our vows. James ended it scrapping half of there and I sent mine to Callie to get feedback after some changes. And honestly it think it's much better. Could it be even better? Probably but also it is already 550 words and I didn't want it to be longer then a page. I will probably look over it again this week but I'm happy.

Callie said it was good. And we discussed how I wrote it with declarative thesis statements and 3 supporting sentences. That I approached it like a paper. She thought that was very funny.

I got a shower and tried not to pick at my face. I have a new little psoriasis on my upper lip and I am trying hard to leave it alone but my hands keep finding it. Hopefully it settles quickly.

Now me and James are in bed. It is chilly but in a nice way. Tomorrow there are chores to do. And then I am working an event tomorrow. Which is a wedding apparently! James just told me. I didn't think I was doing another wedding before my own but I am. It will be nice to have one more.

I hope I get good sleep tonight and wake up with so much energy tomorrow. Wish me luck. Goodnight everyone!!

[askthefuturegleeks]

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NAME: River.

AGE: 28.

PRONOUNS: She/her.

SHIPS: Quinn/Chemistry.

ANTI-SHIPS: Quinn/No chemistry.

basic ic information

NAME: Lucy ‘Quinn’ Fabray.

BIRTHDAY/ZODIAC: February 1st. / Aquarius.

CURRENT OCCUPATION: Quinn is an aspiring actress and writer. Right now she’s working at a coffee shop and living her “Rachel Green” life until she gets her big break.

CURRENT LOCATION: New York.

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single.

FC: Dianna Agron.

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@quinncess: Just because I work in a coffee shop, doesn’t mean I am looking for my “Ross” #stophittingonme #orthecoffeewillmissyourcup

in character questions

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1.) What did you want to do with your life when you were younger? What would the child version of yourself think about the path you paved for yourself?

When I was younger I imagined my life would look an awful lot like my mom’s. Marry a man with a good job, be a house wife and live a seemingly happy life. When I was in high school that looked like marrying Finn and living in Lima. Strange how much life has changed.

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2.) What is your proudest accomplishment? Don’t be afraid to  talk about what it took to achieve it and how you feel about it as well.

My proudest accomplishment is two things: giving up Beth as hard as it was, because it meant she had the best chance at a better life than Puck and I could have given her. And getting into Yale and graduating. I’m proud that I worked as hard as I did to accomplish those things and that I had incredible friends and my mom by my side while I did it.

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3.) If you could do anything you wanted for one whole day, what would it be and why?

My perfect day would be sleeping in, taking my time getting ready for the day and choosing a nice dress with some makeup to go with it, grabbing some coffee with a friend and then having lunch with Shelby and Beth, maybe going to see a show or do some shopping and ending my day with a bubble bath and then some tea and takeout Chinese food, while in my coziest sweats watching something on Netflix. That would be a dream.

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where are they now?

Quinn and Puck broke up with the long distance being too much. They still keep in touch as much as they can and Quinn sends him updates on Beth when she gets them. She see’s Beth maybe a few times a year at this point but she’s hoping to see her more in the future.

She visits home when she can but she’s keeping herself busy in New York with auditions almost every week and her café that she works at. It provides her with just enough to live her life happy and as content as she can all things considered.

She hasn’t dated anyone and truthfully she still has feelings for Puck but she puts those aside so the two can have a good solid friendship for Beth. She still keeps up with some friends from Lima but not everyone, though she wouldn’t mind getting in touch with others once again.

She still keeps in contact with her mom back in Lima, they talk a few times a week for the most part. She has zero contact with her father and very little to no contact with her sister Frannie. Though she wouldn’t mind that changing.

[ledenews]

Theresa Russell: A Rational Voice in Times of Emergency

You know 9-1-1, those three lifesaving numerals. And you know to use them when something is really, really wrong. Like when a law is being broken or someone has been hurt and in need of emergency care or when one person is threatening other people, and those scenarios are only a few of the reasons why people dial those three digits. 9-1-1. And Theresa Russell, a native of North Wheeling, has been the lady in charge of those three digits so long she was referred to initially as the “Public Safety Dispatch Supervisor” before the higher-ups cut the crap and started referring to her simply as the 9-1-1 Director. Ohio County’s dispatch center, located in the basement of the Ohio County Courthouse at 1500 Chapline Street, is a 24-hour service and she and her dispatchers were honored last week during National Telecommunications Week. Why? Well, have you ever heard a frantic person describing their house is on fire? About an uncle who accidentally shot themselves in the cheek? A mother calling about their son turning blue during an overdose? Or a child screaming about their parents beating each other? Or, have you heard an elderly woman call for an ambulance for her dead husband? A crash victim who was mashed into a median? Or have you taken a call from a suicidal individual simply searching for someone to talk? Be sure Theresa Russell has, and so have her staff members, and while you would have no idea how to react or respond, she and her fellow dispatchers must. That is why, for several years now, 9-1-1 dispatchers throughout the state of West Virginia have been lobbying to be considered pension-wise as, officially, “EMS first responders” in state code. Russell, her Ohio County dispatchers, and 9-1-1 personnel throughout the Mountain State are, after all, literally THE FIRST to respond, correct? Theresa is married to Randy Russell, a long-time Ohio County employee who recently was named the administrator of the Ohio County Commission. What is the biggest difference today in your childhood neighborhood? I grew up in North Wheeling at a time when it landmarked Washington Grade School, Wheeling Hospital and its nurse’s residence, Sacred Heart Grade School and Sacred Heart Church, Dotty’s and Delmonte’s Restaurants, Margie’s Food Mart, two Ross’s food stores (where you could forge a note from your mom and charge “stuff” on their weekly food bills), and Wilson playground just to name a few.  Friends lived on every block!     With the exception of Wilson playground, all that remains are fond memories of a great era. What is the best advice you have ever offered a younger person? I would have to say that the best advice that I believe to have ever offered is:  If you don’t really know what it is that you want to do with your life after high school? Choose a trade skill!   Something that you can take with you wherever you may want locate that would gain you immediate employment!  Trade laborers are necessary wherever you wind up. What sport did you play when you were a kid and were you any good? Please explain. Wweell, as memory serves, I think it was in fifth grade when I attempted girls’ softball.  Although I made it through a season, I say “attempted” because I’m a lefty who absolutely could not master the ability to catch the ball in my left hand and throw with my right hand! I recall my coach always joking, “catch the ball, take of the glove, and throw the ball!”  Haha … he was obviously a very patient coach! What has been the most frightening 9-1-1 call you have ever taken as a dispatcher? Please explain. This is a tough one because I really feel that I have trained my brain to only remember the ones that turn out for the best.  But personally, the most frightening for me would be a call that I took early on when I was new at the job. I took a call from the neighborhood where I lived. The caller said that a young boy was hit by a car while riding his bicycle. I knew my sons were out riding their bikes when the call came in. My professional side told me that I had to get the call out with no emotion, but the mother in me was scared that it could be my child.  I thought that I had done well but the paramedics who responded must have thought otherwise because they came across a private radio channel shortly after arriving on scene and said, “Theresa, you can breathe now! It’s not one of your kids!” Whew. Her family is what is most important to Theresa, and she keeps them in mind while serving all residents of Ohio County. Finish this sentence: ‘I’m so old, I remember when …’ Being a kid didn’t mean you got an allowance!  If you wanted spending money to buy candy, pop, chips, or just whatever, you went around the neighborhood and collected pop bottles that you could cash in for .10 cents each! Read the full article