#daddys full-figured life part 34

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ML Fic: Soulmate Survey Part 34

Man these parts are getting harder and harder to churn out. A lot of plot points converging and real life ramping up. Hopefully you all enjoy this. Please comment your thoughts on the chapter. And if you really liked it, Reblog it. Thats the best way to get others to see it. Also, Please let me know your thoughts. Your comments fuel me.

(Master Post)

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Masquerade surveyed the classroom. Her former classmates now her masked servants. It was fitting how they were all silent. Before, they listened to her because she told them exactly the things they wanted to hear, now they listened because she had power over them. It was kind of poetic in a way.

She looked across the classroom, she realized that there seemed to be more people missing than she initially realized.

“We are missing someone. Aside from Marinette, who is missing?”

The controlled classmates looked amongst themselves. Trying to figure out who was the one that was not in the class.

“Is it Chloé?” Miracular inquired, trying to answer her master’s request.

The akuma looked around.

“Huh… Oh yea, she isn’t here. Well she isn’t important. I was thinking someone else.” Masquerade answered. She looked to her most recently made akuma servant.

The Bubbler, the akumatized version of Nino stood motionless. As if he was not registering what was going on.

“Bubbler? Do you know who is missing?”

The multicolored akuma said nothing. Not even looking in the direction of the mask maiden.

“Bubbler! I order you to answer me!” She commanded with fiery rage.

The akuma turned to face his master, now responding.

“Adrien is missing.” The bubbler answered, his voice robotic and as emotive as a speak and spell.

“So, Adrien isn’t in the room. What a shame. I was planning on turning him into my handsome little knight.”

Masquerade thought for a moment.

Has Adrien been akumatized? Lila wasn’t sure she had ever seen or heard about him getting akumatized. She knew that the class had pretty much gotten hit at least once or twice at some point from what she had heard and read from the ladyblog. But if that goody-goody Marinette hadn’t been akumatized, Adrien likely hadn’t been akumatized either.

“Alright my servants! We have a new mission. I want you to lock this school down! No one is allowed in or out. Anyone you find, bring them to me. If they can be akumatized, then they are joining our cause.”

“Time breaker. Guard the perimeter outside of the school. Anyone outside of Ladybug and Chat noir trying to get in. Tag them, but only if they are suspicious of what’s going on. Stay hidden otherwise.”

“Timebreaker nodded and began skating out of the room in a rush.

“Horrificator, once Timebreaker is outside, seal all the exits in the main building.”

The masked monstress nodded and sped out of the room.

“Dark Cupid, Stoneheart, Princess Fragrance, Miracular and Reflekta. I want you to split up check all of the rooms and bring me potential akumas.”

The five akuma nodded and made their way out the door.

“Gamer and Robostus. I want you to hack into the airwaves. I want access to every Electric device in Paris when I give you the signal. But make sure to be subtle. I don’t want anyone to know about us until I tell you.”

The two nod and start working to get that ready for her.

She focuses her attention to the bubble making akuma that was giving her problems earlier.

Considering how hard it was to break him down, it was understandable. She had saved him for last for a reason. Because he was the hardest one to crack.

He was a relatively calm individual, able to keep a level head. But even he had his weakness. His confidence. Once that was shaken, seeing his entire class taken, knowing his girlfriend was under her control, he couldn't resist another moment. In a way, it was the most satisfying charm on her bracelet.

“Now Bubbler, you are going to go and locate Marinette and Adrien for me. Put them in a bubble and bring them to me. Help that girlfriend of yours.”

The bubbler nodded yes despite severe shaking. Seems even now he is trying to resist the control of the mask.

“Troublesome, but it is only temporary. He will break soon enough.” Masquerade mused to herself.

She looked at the near empty room with contempt. This was hardly a place where she could exact her vengeance. It was so… lame. Though a thought occurs as she realized who she had left standing at attention without orders.

“Evillustrator, I have a special request for you.”

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“What is this?” Chloé screeched. “My daddy bought me the best phone plan in the city. How can I not have service right now?!”

The nurse felt a chill run down her spine. Could the akuma block out phone signals? Is that why there is no attention being given to the school? How could they call for help? How would anyone know of the akuma attack? Would Ladybug and Chat noir be able to help them?

The nurse started to feel herself going pale, she was just supposed to be a school nurse. Worst thing she needed to deal with was a scraped knee or give a kid an ice pack. Now she has a woman that collapsed on the bed and an akuma that is somewhere in the school. She had just moved to Paris a few months ago. It was her dream to live in the city of love, get her career going, find a nice guy, and just live the good life. But no one told her that supervillain attacks would be so personally connected to her situation? She had heard about this crap in New York and in America. But Paris? It was too much. What if Ladybug and Chat noir didn’t fix everything? What if this was where her story ended. What if…

“Hey!”

The nurse turned to her attention to the voice. It was the brash blonde teen that was complaining.

“You look like you’re going to pass out. Just a heads up, I am not taking care of you.” Chloé commented.

Angela felt her face heat up with annoyance.

“Listen you brat. I don’t have time to deal with your attitude. I have a woman that is out cold from exhaustion in a building with a hostile akuma.”

“Good, at least you aren’t going to faint. I don’t need any more whinny women fainting on me”

The nurse paused, did the girl say that just to help her not succumb to the grim situation?

Chloé started making her way to the door.

“Hey, where are you going?”

“You already got your hands full with the annoying assistant. I need to make a call to daddy. So, I am going to head out the building and try there. Try not to get ripped apart by an akuma, I still need more ice when I get back.”

Angela blinked. This girl wasn’t scared of the akuma. She was actually going out to do something reasonable. If she could call for help, it would mean that this whole thing blows over.

“Okay, I’ll stay here. Be safe.”

“Yea whatever.”

Chloé headed out the door.

Angela felt a ghost of a smile grace her face.

‘Maybe that girl isn’t a complete brat after all.’

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The shapeshifting sentimonster growled as it smacked the locker. It lost both primary targets. And worst of all, Ladybug appeared to make this even harder. Masquerade needed to hear about this.

“Master, Marinette and Adrien have escaped my sight.”

The sentimonster heard a sigh of disappointment from the other end.

“It is fine Simularé, They wont be able to escape the school anyway. They will be found soon enough. If anything, this is a blessing in disguise. Having them be the last targets will have them bare witness to how devasting it will all be.” Masquerade answered. “Any news on Ladybug and Chat noir?”

“That’s the other bad news. Ladybug arrived, I am assuming that’s how Marinette managed to escape, and ladybug also took Adrien away as well. No sign of chat noir. But if you know one is here, the other is likely soon to follow.”

There was a brief moment of silence, as masquerade mulled over the information she had received.

“Actually, that works out well for us. Meet up at my location, I have the other students out looking for them, I need your power for something more important.”

“Yes master.”

Simularé shifted back into its phantom form, moving quickly down the hallway to obey her master’s request.

Just as it left, Ladybug popped out of a nearby locker. Relieved it didn’t notice.

“That’s not good, Masquerade likely got everyone in the classroom.” The red heroine said aloud.

She activated her communicator and tried to contact chat noir. But there was no sound.

“Damn it. No signal. Lila likely cut the communication as soon as she realized it.?”

“No worries Buggaboo, I happen to be on site.” A voice called out.

Chat noir jumped out of another locker to reveal he was there.

Ladybug felt a bit of relief at her partner’s appearance. She could tell he felt the same. Better a situation with two heroes.

“Been here the whole time?” The spotted heroine asked her cat crimefighting comrade.

“Just arrived a few minutes ago, I figured something was up, so I decided to take a quick peek. Cat curiosity and all that.”

“And you assumed it was with Collège Françoise Dupont?”

“It seemed like a solid guess.”

“Considering the track record, that is reasonable.” Ladybug conceded.

“Ever wonder why it is always this school and never any of the other schools? Paris is a big city. You would think Hawkmoth would decide to branch out to the other schools in the city.” Chat noir inquired as they started walking down the hall.

“I assumed its just a coincidence.”

“Shot in the dark, maybe he has a kid that goes here. He is pretty old” Chat noir dissed.

“I can’t imagine anyone that would want to date Hawkmoth.” Ladybug joked.

“What about the blue lady? She seemed crazy enough.”

“And now that image is burned in my mind. Thanks kitty.” Ladybug sarcastically commented. “Despite the mental scarring, I am glad you got here. Seems a repeat offender got herself an upgrade in the akuma powers department.”

“Lila.”

“How did you know?”

“I was reading the ladyblog, Alya did great work on that article.” Chat noir praised. He mentally applauded his quick thinking.

“Right, kind of the reason I felt the need to keep an eye on this place. But sadly, I was too slow.” Ladybug responded a tad gloomy.

“Hey, don’t sweat it. We will finish this akuma before lunch.”

Ladybug heard a footstep from the end of the hallway.

“Get down!”

Ladybug tackled the cat hero down. Just narrowly avoiding a neon pause symbol, which now suck on the wall.

“Looks like Lila has been busy.” Chat noir noted as he turned his face to the direction of the attacker.

Ladybug looked at the akuma. The white mask covering her friend’s face. Lady Wifi was back.

“Alya…”

The two heroes got into a fighting stance and prepared to take down this controlled akuma.

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The halls were empty and lifeless as the two visiting teens made their way cautiously down the halls.

“Oddly quiet in here.” The fencer commented. “What do you think Luka?”

“Well last time we entered a place with an akuma in it, it was brimming with armored minions. Maybe this akuma has more stealth?” The Musician commented. “So, I don’t think you will be fighting as directly as you are use to Kagami.”

Kagami nodded at that, not exactly happy or sad regarding that remark. Her plan was to see if she could help her friends get out of the building, grab her textbook, and get out. She wasn’t really that interested in fighting a superpowered foe at this moment in time.

The two ceased speaking when they heard approaching footsteps.

“Someone’s coming.” Luka noted.

The two duck into the nearest room.

The two stayed close to the door as they listened to the sound of the approaching figure.

Kagami dropped to the floor silently as to check and see if she could get a visual.

She could only see what appeared to be costume boots of a larger figure. Which made the expert fencer believe it was not friendly.

The figure stopped, looking at the door. The two teens felt their neck hairs stand on edge as they did their best not to make a sound.

After what felt like an eternity, the figure passed the door without checking. Once the sound of his footsteps could no longer be heard, they let out a sigh of relief.

“That was way too close for comfort.”

“Agreed. I would prefer a direct confrontation next time, much less nerve-racking. “

The two carefully open the door and exit the room.

“Seems we found the akuma.” Luka commented. “Now we just need to avoid it and.”

“You mean akumas.” Kagami corrected.

“Akumas?”

Kagami tilted the boys head to look in the same direction she was looking, and sure enough she saw a rather large rock like creature walking the halls.

“Oh… well that is bad.”

Kagami pushed him back into the room and closed the door. Locking it before the rock giant could notice them.

“I’m surprised.”

“By the fact there is an 8-foot-tall rock beast outside?”

“No, by the fact you didn’t try to fight it.”

“I don’t have a weapon.” Kagami replied flatly.

Luka raised a brow at the comment, unsure if the fencer was serious or not about fighting that thing if she had a foil.

“Is something wrong?” A third voice came from behind them.

The two teens turned around, preparing for the worst. Though they were relieved to see it was just an old janitor… in a Hawaiian shirt. Despite his odd dress, he did give off a kind aura. One of a trusting old grandpa.

They noticed that the room seemed to be a sort of teacher’s lounge, with a small counter with a sink and cabinets. As well as a fridge to keep food cold and stored. A place in the school where teachers would come to get a quick coffee or store their lunch.

“Oh good, you aren’t an akuma.” Luka sighed with relief.

“An akuma?” The old man asked.

“Yes, it is very dangerous out there right now. There are multiple villains outside. I would recommend staying put while we go out there and help handle things.” Kagami explained.

“Quite bold of you to go out there against those monsters.” The man responded.

“Don’t worry, we will be careful. We just need to make sure we can get as many people out as we can so Ladybug and Chat noir won’t need to worry.”

“Ah, how selfless of you. You both seem quite capable for ones so young.”

“You’re very kind, but we are just doing what we can. Our friends are out there and they need our help.”

Kagami goes to the door. Checking to ensure the coast is clear again.

The old man pats the musician’s shoulder.

“I am sure you two will figure a way to help your friends.”

“There are too many outside this room.” Kagami grumbled. If only I had a way to fight them.”

The mysterious janitor smiled.

“Say… I did happen to see Ladybug earlier.”

The two teens turned their attention to the old man.

“You did?” they asked in unison.

“Yes, she happened to drop something while rushing. Would you two be so kind as to return them to her when you see her.”

The two of them glance at each other and shrug. The old janitor might be senile.

“Sure… We can give it to her.” Luka assured the old man, trying to remain polite.

The old man moves to a closet, where out of view of the two teens, an elaborate chest with the symbol of the guardian’s decorates the top. He quickly gets two smaller boxes and closes the closet.

“Ah! Here they are.”

He hands the two a small box each. Their eyes go wide.

“They seemed important, so I didn’t want to just leave them on the floor. But I have a feeling you two will take good care of them.”

The two teens were engrossed by the boxes in their hands. They recognized them immediately. These were the boxes Ladybug used when handing out miraculous.

“Where did you find…?” Kagami tried to question, but noticed the old man was no longer there.

“He’s gone…”

“Actually, I am over here.”

The teens look in the opposite direction they were looking in order to see him at the end of the room getting a snack from the fridge.

The duo decided that maybe this old guy wasn’t all there after all and figured it would be best to go somewhere and utilize the ‘gift’ they were just given.

“Stay in the lounge where it’s safe okay?” Luka asked politely.

“Of course. I am not paid if I am not working.”

The two teens checked the door again, and once the coast was clear. They both slipped out of the room.

After he knew they were out of sight, the old man chuckled.

“The senile routine works every time.”

“Master, you really cut it close with that one.” A small turtle creature exclaimed as he popped out from the closet.

“The universe works in mysterious ways Wayzz. What are the odds that there would be an attack on the school the very day I decide to hide out as a janitor?”

“Considering the frequency of akuma attacks, very likely.”

“True, but how about running into two individuals that Marinette had picked to be heroes.” Fu followed up.

“That is quite a coincidence.”

The guardian pulled out his phone and noticed he didn’t have a signal.

“It seems I can’t get a signal to notify her of the reinforcements I sent her way. Likely it would be the same on her end. So, it is a good thing I acted in advance.”

Fu moved to the closet where he kept the miraculous.

“I can’t help but shake the feeling Ladybug and Chat noir will need all of the help they can get.

“Don’t worry master, I am sure Ladybug and Chat noir will be successful.

“Let us keep an eye on things. They might need another ally to turn the tide.

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“I am guessing you are also familiar with what’s inside here?” Kagami inquired as the two stealthily moved in the hall.

“I may be familiar with it.” Luka commented.

Kagami contemplated the statement. She figured out the truth.

“Seems we both have used a miraculous then?”

“It appears we have. Though I am not sure Ladybug will be thrilled that someone knows I have helped her.”

“I understand the sentiment. Though lets simply agree to keep it between us.” Kagami answered. “Friends do keep secrets like that if I’m correct.”

Luka smiled at the comment.

“Your secret is safe with me.” Luka assured.

“As is yours.”

The two found the locker room and quickly moved inside.

“Coast is clear.”

The two opened the boxes and as they did two magical creatures appeared in front of them.

A floating creature with multiple spikes appeared in front of the fencer, while another floating creature that resembled a cobra stood in front of luka.

“It is a pleasure to see you again Mistress Kagami.”

“It’s been too long, Longg.” Kagami smiled. Happy to see her kwami friend.

“Hello Luka, itssss been a while.” The snake kwami greeted.

“Happy to see you too Sass.” Luka fist bumped his kwami.

The kwamis stop and turn to see the other kwami there.

“Does Ladybug know about this?” They both ask in unison.

“We will inform her after. Right now, there is a lot of danger.” Kagami exclaimed. “Ladybug needs our help.”

The two kwami nod and prepare to fight.

“Consssider us accomplissses.” Sass answered.

The two teens put on the miraculous.

“Sass! Scales Slither.”

“Longg! Bring the storm”

The two teens transform into their heroic alter egos.

Kagami shifting into the dragon miraculous hero Ryuuko, and Luka changing into the Snake hero Viperion.

The two stop to glance at the other.

“So, what should I call you.” The snake hero asked curiously.

“Call me Ryuuko. And what about you mister snake?”

“Viperion is what I am going with.”

“Fitting.”

“As is yours.”

The two give a nod of comradery before making their way out of the locker room. They had to go help Ladybug.

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Ladybug dashed across the hallway, avoiding pause symbols being flung at her by the conniving akuma.

She slid underneath one of the symbols and preformed a daring slide kick to knock Lady Wifi off balance.

While she was unstable, Chat noir charged and used his baton to make contact with her white mask. Believing it was the obvious weak point.

“Got it!” Chat noir exclaimed triumphantly. The strike of the staff knocking Ladywifi a good several meters. Before lying flat on her back.

“Wow, that is a tough mask. I thought for sure that was the weak point.” Chat noir commented.

Lady Wifi stood up robotically.

“There must be a way to snap her out of it. Unless Hawkmoth is learning from his mistakes.” Ladybug hypothesized as she got up from the ground.

“Well I got nothing.” Chat noir shrugged.

Another set of footsteps approaching caught the hero’s attention. The recognized the multicolored bubble maker the moment they saw him.

“Nino… You too?” Chat noir said under his breath.

The Bubble maker used his bubble wand to summon two large bubbles to capture the heroes. Bringing back flashbacks of their first encounter with the bubble akuma.

Chat noir and Ladybug expertly slide between the gaps of the attack, resulting in Lady Wifi getting hit with the large bubbles and being sent flying into the wall via bubble prison.

Chat noir lunged at the Bubbler, his quick pounce pinning him down before he could attack.

“Maybe I can destroy his mask with…”

“Wait Chat noir!” Ladybug called out.

Chat noir paused.

“What if your cataclysm doesn’t free him?”

“And then I am left without the power before a recharge.”

“Exactly. We need to hold off on using our powers right now.”

Chat noir wanted to save his friend. But he knew his partner was right. They needed to conserve their powers before facing Lila.

The Bubbler managed to get the cat hero off of him with a burst of strength. Knocking Chat noir to the ground.

Lady Wifi had gotten free from the bubble attack and was now blocking the other entrance.

Ladybug and Chat noir moved back to back, Ladybug facing the ladyblogger turned mindless akuma slave and Chat noir facing the akumatized DJ.

“Any ideas, Buggaboo?”

“Seems they can’t adapt. They are pretty much mindless slaves. Which makes sense since Lila wouldn’t want them to think for themselves.”

“So you’re saying their movements are simple.”

“Which means they are exploitable.”

Chat noir felt relief watch over him. He knew Ladybug had a plan.

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“EWWWW!” Chloé screeched in disgust. The front entrance to the school had been covered in a pink slime.

She wiped her hand on the cleanest section of wall she could find. This was not her day.

“What is with this nasty gross akuma? First, I can’t call Daddy to come and pick me up. I can’t even post about it! How will Ladybug know to save me? Or better yet, get me the bee miraculous so I can help her save the day?”

Chloé decided to try another exit, since she had no plans of sticking around without knowing if she was going to be given a miraculous or not. Plus, she did say she would call for help, and doing that would make her look good in potential hero points.

As she was walking, she bumps into something in the middle of the hall. Which was bizzare since the hall was clear.

“Ouch, right on my bruise. What the hell is…”

Chloé felt her anger shift to fear when she watched as the empty hall now contained a familiar akuma.

“Sabrina?”

The akuma turned to her, her face covered with a white face mask.

“Eww. Your akuma form looks even tacker than before.”

“Take potential akuma to master.” The akumatized Sabrina stated in an emotionless tone. Repeating the order, she had been given.

“Oh no you don’t! Sabrina, I order you to listen to me!”

The akuma ignored the blonde’s command and slowly walked towards her.

“Sabrina… I am warning you. I am going to yell at you over this later if you don’t stop right now.”

Chloé started slowly backing away. She wasn’t sure of what to do.

“Listen… if you stop right now… I’ll uh… let you take a pick of one of my old sweaters.” Chloé bargained, not intending to let her pick one of the ones she actually liked.

Chloé felt her hand touch the sealed door, and knew she was at the end of the hall. She was boxed in.

“This is so unacceptable.” Chloé stated, preparing to get captured. But a flash of Red and Black came out of nowhere and kicked the akuma hard to the wall.

“Ladybug! I knew you would like save me!” Chloé jumped and hugged her savior.

“Im not ladybug.” The heroine spoke.”

Chloé released the hug as she examined who her savior was.

“Who the hell are you?”

Chloé had never bothered to learn the names of any of the other miraculous heroes. She sometimes forgets chat noir’s name.

“Ryuuko.” The dragon heroine stated calmly, almost regretting saving Chloé.

“Did Ladybug send you? Cause it would have been better if she got me to help.”

Ryuuko decided to ignore Chloé’s comment.

“Now we need to leave before she… Where did she go?” Looking at the dented locker that no longer had an akuma lying on the ground.

Suddenly the akuma popped out of nowhere about to strike from above with her tonfa and steal Ryuuko’s powers, but was stopped when a small harp smacked her face.

“She appears to have invisibility.” A voice called out.

The two turn to see the snake hero as he caught his harp on the rebound.

Chloé took a moment to look over the snake hero. She had to admit, he was pretty cute. Not Adrien cute, maybe she would start learning the names of the other heroes.

“Quick thinking Viperion.” Ryuuko thanked the snake teen.

“Just following your lead.” Viperion responded. The two giving eachother a respectful smile. They both seemed to have gotten used to working together.

The akuma got up. Its white face mask making the akuma’s expression unreadable. But its body language exuded rage.

“Seems we aren’t going anywhere until she is taken care of.” Ryuuko said as she stared down the akuma.

Viperion turned to chloé.

“You need to go and get to safety.”

“Okay!” Chloé says as she runs off.

“How come she didn’t give you any sass?”

“Because I already have him.”

Kagami had to admit that was a clever response.

“Not what I meant, but Chat noir would love that joke.”

“I will be sure to tell him it later.”

“Stick to playing guitar. You’re a better musician than comedian.”

Before they could get off anymore banter. The akuma went for another attack.

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Simularé entered Ms.Bustier’s classroom.

“I am here.” The ghostly sentimonster announced.

“Excellent.”

The sentimonster looked up to see that the classroom it was expeciting to see had been altered into what appeared to be a rather glamourous throne room. The windows covered by white curtains with the design of an akuma in black. The platforms and stairs had been altered to be marble. And at the top, where Lila’s desk once was was now a golden throne akin to something one would see in a castle. Though despite the impressive change in the classroom it was still being designed. The akuma known as the evillustrator was still creating more furnishings for the room.

“Simulare, I have an order for you.” Masquerade stated as she sat on the new throne. Clearly confident in her position.

The sentimonster approached her master. Stopping only a few feet away.

“I want you to create a mirage over the school. Since Ladybug is already in the school. It would be best if you made sure no one notices whats happening here. I don’t need any additional heroes popping in yet. Let’s handle her before making things public.”

Simularé nodded.

“Understood. But what should we do if she…”

“I have everything under control. Just follow my orders.”

Simularé ceased her questioning.

“As you wish master.”

The sentimonster shifted into her Volpina form and headed out of the classroom.

“She is getting arrogant in her power. If things do go south, I will need to step in.” Simularé said to herself. But for now, she knew she had a role to play.

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And that ends part 34.

Seems things are REALLY heating up. Will Viperion and Ryuuko be able to help Ladybug and Chat noir?

Will Ladybug and Chat noir be able to get through to their brainwashed friends?

Will Masquerade's gambit be enough for her to get her vengeance?

Whats Simularé's deal?

Find out by staying tuned and sharing. Remember Reblogs help content creators and if you do enjoy my content, the support really does help

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Okay, to put some limitations on this, I’m only including the WIPs that I’ve done more than a synopsis for... that I can remember... that’s on Google Drive... that I actually think I might post one day... but haven’t posted yet because my posted WIPs are fairly easy to identify... okay... I got tagged by @unsteadyshade and I’m tagging @faunusrights and @alexlayer69

1) Across Time - Inuyasha AU where Weiss gets thrown back in time to the ancient past, where she meets two demons (Yang and Blake) warring against each other over a misunderstanding.

2) Alpha’s Devotion - Omega’s Strength, but from Winter’s POV.

3) Bears, Oh My - An exhausted Winter, lost on a hike, comes across a cabin where Yang lives with her three pet bears.

4) Brave New World - Continuation of the Dishonored AU where Ruby and Winter reflect on the new Mantle.

5) Bruised - Third installment to the ace!Yang AU. 

6) Coming Home - Based on Dash’s Tiny Knight AU, Princess Blake is betrayed and stranded far from home and must rely on a reticent knight named Weiss to return to her kingdom.

7) Complications Always Arise - Papa Schnee is demanding Weiss marry before he’ll allow her to take his place as head of the SDC, so Yang volunteers to pretend to be Weiss’ beloved. No one else knows the relationship is fake, least of all Blake and Winter, and it’s just a bunch of pain.

8) Divided - Continuation of the By Moonlight AU where Whitley returns to the castle and Winter’s not upset by that- and Winter’s upset by the fact she’s not upset and has to figure out why her inner wolf is cool with this when she should, by all rights, be furious.

9) Dragonsbane - Mage Knight Winter hears tale of a dragon in the countryside that the local villages wish to see vanquished. Winter, however, has other plans.

10) Eye of the Beholder - Blinded and near death after a battle, Winter is rescued by the mysterious Yang and is nursed back to health despite her protests otherwise. (It’s a Medusa!AU.)

11) Fabled - Fable 3 AU where Princess Ruby and Princess Yang are forced to confront the fact that Queen Raven has lost her fucking mind, only to discover that fear drove the woman insane- a fear they must confront themselves.

12) Fields of Love - Farmer Yang offers a job and housing to apparent single mother Winter and her young daughter Penny. What starts as a kind gesture grows into something so much more.

13) Full Circle - Van Helsing (2004) AU, Winter and Weiss, amnesiacs employed by the church to handle all manner of unholy problems, are sent to discover what happened to King Taiyang. Along the way, they become wrapped up in a centuries spanning prophecy and a bloodline hanging in the balance.

14) High Bar, Low Blow - Yang owns a bar where the gimmick is that everyone’s an out of work actor and the staff is staging an ongoing drama on par with a soap opera to keep their customers coming back. Winter joins the staff and then things get a bit real.

15) Hoodlums and Hijinks - Robin Hood AU where Princess Winter and Princess Weiss are just as in favor for overthrowing the king as the group of bandits run by Ruby, Yang, and Blake. 

16) Last One 2: Electric Boogaloo (title subject to change) - a sequel to Last One where the haunt continues.

17) Lexical Access - Sequel to Tip of the Tongue, where Yang gives her girlfriend a bit of roleplaying payback.

18) Little Red - Carmen Sandiego AU where Ruby was kidnapped adopted by a group of thieves and raised to become the world’s greatest thief, but a chance meeting with Penny via a stolen phone opens her eyes to the wider world, and she meets the rebellious heiress Weiss, street smart Blake, and brawler Yang, creating a team that works to foil Ruby’s former friends while eluding capture by mysterious operatives with a somewhat familiar white color scheme...

19) Long Term Investment - Yang, a fae who lives in the woods, makes a deal with Princess Winter to save the Queen. The price? Winter’s firstborn. Winter misunderstands how she’s expected to get pregnant and Yang’s never actually intended to collect. Next thing Yang knows, Winter’s moving into the clearing beside her tree home.

20) Miscalculation - Another Omegaverse AU where Weiss is an omega and Blake and Yang are alphas, except Weiss lied and said she was an alpha when enrolling in Beacon and now she’s locked in a room with Blake and Yang on the verge of starting her heat. Sharing is caring.

21) More Than Words Can Say - Winter, rendered mute by a military accident early in her career, is honestly the best girlfriend Yang’s ever had. However, tonight’s the night they’ve decided to get intimate, and that includes showing some scars that they don’t show often. It’s less about sex and more about trust and intimacy.

22) Music of the Night - Phantom of the Opera AU where the mysterious, disfigured shade of the opera house, Weiss, finds herself at odds with the rich, jovial Yang in a competition for Blake’s heart. Then there’s Adam being a dick, too, and the opera house has never seen so much drama.

23) My Heart Will Go On - It’s the Titanic, but double the rich, unwilling-to-marry ladies and triple the won-a-ticket-to-a-ship ruffians. Penny’s there too; she, like Ruby, just really likes ships.

24) One Fucking Favor - Winter’s due for a long assignment and wants to make a sex tape for stress relief purposes. Yang doesn’t ask questions; she’s just the one with the camera. But then, Winter’s partner for the vid doesn’t show up. What’s Yang going to do about it?

25) Prophecy - Star Wars AU where Ruby, Yang, and Blake are trained as Jedi, Winter and Weiss are part of the clone army, and Ruby’s the chosen one. That’s a lot of pressure to put on someone, but Senator Salem is there to lend a helping hand...

26) Propositioned - Faunus experience bouts of heat; sometimes, they can safely ignore it and go about their lives, but every now and again, they really can’t. Concerned for Blake’s health as she’s skipped too many heats to be healthy, Yang sets up a partner for Blake’s heat. Blake’s not a fan but she does like the idea of banging Weiss Schnee.

27) Proven - ARK: Survival Evolved AU where Winter, after being ‘won’ by Yang, is taken into the bowels of the earth to learn how the underground tribes who inhabit the area survive in such an unforgiving environment. As she acclimates to the tribe’s ways, she finds herself carving out her own path, culminating in facing off against the Queen and proving herself worthy.

28) Reaping What You Sow - When Winter escaped to the countryside with Penny to start a farm, she knew she had her work cut out for her. In need of help and facing a harsh cold season, she hires Yang, a one armed drifter, to help her. The two end up needing the other more than they could’ve imagined.

29) Tear My Heart Open - Blake thought she understood how the world worked. As a member of the White Fang Gang, all she needed to do was keep everyone motivated to continue their ongoing street war against the police and authorities bent on keeping them down. But while running from the cops, she’s offered sanctuary in the home of one Weiss Schnee and her girlfriend, Yang. From there, her perception of the world is completely upended.

30) The Duel - After her father offered her hand in marriage to the winner of a tournament, Winter opted to assume a disguise and fight for the prize herself. In the final match, she faces Yang Xiao Long, a competitor she’s come to know quite well, and she finds her conviction to win wavering slightly. Is it enough to lose her the fight?

31) The Lies We Tell Ourselves - Weiss has made it; she’s opened her tattoo shop in Vale, well away from her father, and aside from a bad first impression with the florists across the parking lot, everything’s looking up for her- until her father finds her. Luckily, Blake’s been through some shit and doesn’t mind helping Weiss drive daddy dearest up the wall, even if it means letting her own parents think she’s dating Weiss. It’s not like either of them is going to catch feelings... unless...

32) The Princess’ Bride - After losing her fiancée to the dreaded White Fang Pirates, Yang vows to take to the sea herself and exact her revenge. Princess Weiss finds herself falling madly in love with Yang, who still loves Blake, and all this is thrown into even more chaos when Yang gets kidnapped and Blake comes back from the dead! 

33) Two for One - Yes, another Omegaverse AU. Five years after the fall of Beacon, Yang and Blake cross paths, each believing the other has spent the time keeping their mutual mate, Weiss, safe. When they realize Weiss is with neither of them, old wounds are torn open, but before they can resolve their dispute, Winter captures the both of them and hauls them to a remote part of Atlas where an SDC facility has been turned into a fortress. There, they find a mortally wounded Weiss clinging to life and raising twins daughters; she gives her mates until her death to endear themselves to their children, else the twins might opt to stay with Winter and be kept from Blake and Yang for good. Between learning about their kids, Blake and Yang navigate their complicated feelings and try to reconnect with Weiss, all while a sinister force gathers to destroy the fortress and steal the prize within.

34) Weaknesses - Loosely set in the Glamour AU, Yang is being forced to assume her mother’s position as leader of their vampire coven. Her fellow vamps disapprove of Yang’s werewolf girlfriend. Winter, of course, doesn’t care.

I got lazy and cut a bunch out. No, fuck you, I don’t have too many AUs, I will add more if I want. Also, some of these, the first chapter is posted on my Patreon. Don’t ask me which ones; I genuinely have no idea. I’m bad at this, y’all.

#Me jokingly: I'll number them so I can prove I don't have too many! #Present me is pissed at past me #I just know someone's gonna come at me for this but whatever #I can't control the words they just come as they please

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The Perfect Morning

You have been asking for it loud and clearly so I decided to write the Sprace baby you’ve all been waiting for. This is part of the “Life in the ER'' Series but a rare moment that doesn’t take place in the hospital. There are curse words and mentions of a hospital/working in a hospital. As always, feedback would be wonderful and would make me very happy. And if you have anything you’d like to see happen in the series, just let me know - I’m always looking for new situations to put our favorite characters into!

April 17, 2021

The house was quiet when he woke. It hadn’t been that quiet in almost six months and his first thoughts were holy shit. The second was questioning the time. He rolled over and looked at the green numbers of the clock - 7:34.

Running a hand over his face, he sighed before letting the hand flop to the other side of the bed. Empty. Cold. Sitting up, he blinked a couple of times, allowing his eyes to scan the room.

“Spottie?” He called, pushing himself off the bed and heading towards the room across the hall.

Pushing open the door, he was surprised to see it was empty. The dark wooden crib they had spent hours debating about sat across from the door, a light blanket thrown over the side. A mint green onesie was haphazardly thrown near the hamper and a stuffed elephant was nearby but otherwise nothing was out of place.

Continuing on his journey, he headed towards the living room thinking his husband and young child could be there but he came up empty once more. The dog was even missing which caused him to pause in his hunt.

At that moment, he fell in love with his husband a bit more. Here it was a rare morning that Spot didn’t have an early morning shift at the hospital; yet he had gotten up, taken care of their child and puppy so he could sleep in a bit.

Their lives were flipped upside down with the adoption of their daughter. It had been a period of adjustment for all of them, especially for their puppy, Sassie. From the moment they brought their little girl home, life had completely changed for the good. The two of them had always been a great team; however, they didn’t know how good of a team they would be until the doctor handed them Mackenzie Jayne Higgins-Conlon and wished them congratulations.

Pouring himself a cup of coffee, Race grinned putting in creamer before heading out to their front porch. He shouldn’t be surprised Spot would do this - it’s just him and his little ways of showing love. Taking a seat, he took a sip of his coffee as he waited for the rest of his family to return from whatever adventure they had gone on.

Relaxing into the chair, he sighed, listening to the birds chirp in the trees as he held the warm mug in his hands. Just as he went to kick his feet up, Sassie came bounding up the stairs, with her leash dragging behind her. Putting his mug on the table, he bent over and rubbed his hands up and down her sides, wishing her a good morning.

“Where’s dad, Sass?” He asked, looking down the street for him. What he saw caught him off guard.

Spot was pushing the jogging stroller that Jack and Kat had gotten them as a shower gift, shirtless, hair pushed back by a headband and sunglasses over his eyes. Race took a moment to publically ogle his husband, appreciating the physique that Spot effortlessly maintained. Race was careful not to let his jaw drop at how utterly gorgeous his husband was. There were very few times he could unabashedly stare at his husband and he was going to take full advantage of it.

Unclipping Sassie’s leash, he opened the front door for her to go inside before he bounded down the stairs to where Kenzie and Spot were. Race couldn’t help but catcall and whistle as he came closer to the two. “Hey good lookin.”

Grinning, Spot looked up from where he was unclipping Mack. “Hey yourself.”

“Have I mentioned how utterly gorgeous you are lately?” Race saunted closer to his husband and daughter with a shit eating grin on his face.

Spot adjusted Mack in his arms before throwing his head back and laughing. “Right now I’m a sweaty mess but thanks for the compliment. I wanted to give you a chance to sleep in since you’ve been taking night duty.”

“Sweaty mess or not, you’re hot. Own that. And thanks, I appreciate it.” Race leaned over and kissed him. “Did little miss enjoy the run?”

Spot kissed him back before handing Mack over to him. He leaned down to grab something out of the bottom of the stroller before giving Race a bright smile. “She was fussy when we first started but seemed to settle down as I got into a rhythm. I did about a 45 minutes run. We ran through town, picked up breakfast before heading back.”

“You’re my hero.” Race said, walking back up the stairs to the front porch. “Do you want a cup of coffee or water?”

Spot waved him off. “I’m going to take a quick shower. Do you need anything before I do that?”

“Nah, we'll just hang out here. If she wants, send Sassie out here.” Race pressed a kiss to Kenzie’s forehead. “Come back out when you’re done.”

Spot dropped kisses to both Race and Mack’s foreheads before slipping into the house, only to open the door again to let Sassie out.

Settling Mack with her back against his chest, Race relaxed in the chair, listening to Mack babble to herself. “Did you have fun with daddy this morning, Kenzie?”

She tried to adjust herself to see Race. He picked her up so she was standing on his legs as she continued her babble. Race continued his conversation with her as she tried to put her fingers in his mouth. He playfully ate them as she dissolved into baby giggles. They continued that game until she caught sight of her puppy.

Soon she was leaning forward to try to pet Sassie. Putting her on the porch floor, she babbled to and crawled over Sassie as the dog watched her young sister protectively.

He heard the door open and close just as he took the last sip of his coffee. He smiled gratefully at Spot as he spied the cups of coffee in his hands. Spot handing him one with a smirk. “Thanks. Feeling better?”

“Much less grimly and sweaty.” Spot took a seat, watching Sassie and Kenzie with a proud smile. “What’s the plan for the day?”

Race shrugged. “As far as I know, there are no plans. Jack and Kat mentioned getting together but nothing was ever put into place.”

“If they don’t reach out, I’m all in favor of a lazy day. We haven’t had one of those in a while so that’s my vote.” Spot said, stretching his legs out in front of him as he reached out and laced his fingers with Race’s.

Race nodded, squeezing their hands. “If I haven’t mentioned it lately, I’m proud of the life we’ve built. Perfect husband, perfect daughter and dog. Jobs we both love and great friends and family.”

“Sap.” Spot was quick to tease him but squeezed his hand. “I love our life too. Love you Racer.”

“Love you too Spottie.” Race leaned over and kissed him. “What did you bring for breakfast?”

Spot chuckled, shaking his head. “It’s always food with you.”

“Not always.” Raising his eyebrows up and down suggestively, Race smirked. “But I’m hungry for food right now.”

Spot pushed himself off the chair before sauntering into the house and returning with the white bag from earlier. “I got a couple of different things - didn’t know what you would be in the mood for.”

“Thanks snookums.” Race opened the bag, pulling out a cinnamon twist donut before taking a bit. “When do you work next?”

“Monday, Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday this week.” Spot drug through the bag taking out a donut. “Plums is working Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday with me so it’ll be a good couple of shifts.”

“Kenzie in daycare Wednesday and Friday?” Race inquired trying to keep the schedule fight.

Spot nodded. “Yea. You’ve got what seven weeks left of the school year?”

“I think. Days are starting to blend together.” Race sighed. “I’m just ready for summer.”

“We’ll have to figure out what we’re going to do. I have a couple of weeks of vacation that need to be used up before September.” Spot gave him a look. “Maybe we can head to the mountains or a beach. She’ll love the water.”

Race nodded. “Maybe Kat, Jack, Al, and Finchie would want to do something, at least for a few days.”

“That’ll be fun. We know how much Kenz loves Addie.” Spot grinned, thinking about the trouble the two would eventually get up to, as the two were only 4 months apart.

Race groaned. “No talking about the two of them growing up. They’re 5 and 9 months old and that’s all my poor heart can take.”

“Calm down papa bear. She’s still our little girl and Addie is still our little niece.” Spot squeezed his hand. “But I do love your idea of making it a family affair. Maybe momma and Smalls would want in.”

Race relaxed in his chair, thinking about all the adventures they would have ahead of them. With Spot and Kenzie by his side, he was content and happy. A thought popped into his head as a sly grin crossed his lips. “So, uh, Spottie . . . wanna tell me how you’re such a ripped dad?”

Spot threw his head back laughing before reaching over and shoving Race’s shoulder. “I could but you wouldn’t be able to keep up with me.”

“Is that a challenge?” Race raised an eyebrow in a warning.

Spot snorted loudly. “Race you complain when you have to walk to the mailbox to get the mail - no way you’re running 45 minutes with me.”

“I can kick your ass boxing.” Race gave him a look as Spot sighed. “Want me to reserve the ring for next weekend?”

Picking up Kenzie, Spot gave him a look. “Sure and we can see who’s king of the ring. You’ll always reign supreme running circles around me but I might be able to take you in the ring.”

“Keep up with the trash talk . . . we’ll see who’s still standing and who will get the bragging rights.” Spot gave him a knowing look.

Race held out his hand as Spot interlocked his hand with Race’s with a grin. “You’re on.”

He watched Spot tickle their daughter’s belly as a shrill laugh escaped her mouth. She pushed at his hands as he looked down on her fondly. “Hey Spottie?”

“Yea Race?” Spot looked up from their daughter with a smile on his face.

“If I haven’t said it, you’re a really good dad. I love watching you two interact.” Race said as a fond smile crossed his face.

Spot leaned over and kissed Race. “You’re a really good papa with her. We make a pretty good team, huh?”

Race nodded, reaching over and tickling Kenzie’s stomach as the girl looked at her dads with a gummy smile. In Race’s book, there was no better place he’d rather be than on their front porch with his husband and daughter.

So what did you think? Feedback would be wonderful. If there's something specific you want to see in this verse, feel free to send me a message.

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Because Two People Got Drunk: 34

Chapter 34

Series Masterlist

A/N: Sorry for the delay. As this is set somewhat in the future, Connor is a character/player I introduced as a rookie in a previous chapter. He isn’t based off of anyone.

Warnings: Swearing, smut (oral male receiving), hockey injuries

Word Count: 7700

“Babe how did we get here?” you ask lying on your back staring up at the ceiling. Fred is a few feet away on his phone, distracted by whatever he is reading. A light hmm leaves his mouth but you can tell he isn’t fully paying attention.

“We have three kids. How haven’t we figured out how to use birth control? We’re not teenagers” you groan rising onto your elbows to look at him.

Fred laughs at that and puts his phone in his pocket bringing his eyes up to yours “we just have so much love for each other we want to share it and watch it grow.”

“Please” you scoff looking rolling your eyes at him from him wondering what hallmark crap he has been reading. “You just like seeing me naked.”

“That’s a two way street smuk” he laughs taking a sip from his coffee. You fall onto your back with a loud exaggerated groan.

“How are we going to teach our kids to use birth control when we can’t?” you ask.

He smiles “my mom used to say do as I say not as I do, I feel like that applies here” he laughs and you shake your head in response, the paper liner crinkling under you. Before you can respond Dr. Morris walks in “didn’t expect to see you back so soon” she says taking a seat at her desk. You sit up with a large sigh leaving your lips.

“Definitely didn’t plan on being back” Fred jokes.

“Speaking of, the second this baby comes out I want an IUD in” you explain not giving the doctor a chance to ask any more questions. Fred shakes his head shooting you a smirk and Dr. Morris just laughs from her desk.

“This isn’t a joke; I want everyone aware of the plan from the start. This way there is no confusion or discussion. I don’t care if it’s a C-section or a natural birth; either way baby comes out in goes IUD. We are NOT having any more babies after this one. And you better only find one in there this time” you mumble while Fred tries to hold back his laughter. The past few weeks you have repeatedly said these things to Fred, and his response has always been “yes dear” followed by a soft kiss on your cheek while he holds in some laughter.

While he is fully on board with this being your last pregnancy, he knows that there is a possibility of twins; as do you. It is just something that both of you are hoping doesn’t happen again; because what are the chances?

“Well let’s see what we see okay?” she asks before diving in to questions on the pregnancy.

You explain how you have been tired some days but not nearly as bad as with the twins, and you have had very little morning sickness. She takes your weight and various other measurements all while Fred sits quietly in his chair.

You see small smirks and half grins spread on Fred’s face hearing you talk about the pregnancy. This pregnancy was very unexpected for you, and Fred has sensed some hesitation on your part. Because of this he doesn’t ask about it much, and waits for you to bring it up first. Once it’s brought up he will ask, but sometimes you brush off his questions.

You don’t know if it’s the lack of symptoms or the unexpected nature but you don’t feel pregnant. And not feeling pregnant has made it hard for you to embrace the pregnancy like in the past. While Fred wants to stay up late naming off baby names and keep his had constantly on your stomach he isn’t trying to do too much right now. He knows there will be a moment, when the switch will flip and he can ask a million questions so he is just waiting for that to happen.

“Alright well that’s all I need right now, I’ll let you get changed for the ultrasound.”

A few minutes later you are lying on the table, clothes stripped from the bottom down, Fred is waiting patiently beside you. He softly brushes your hair behind your ear creating space for him to press his lips to your forehead; your eyes fluttering shut. No matter how stressed you might be this simple action always grounds you, makes you feel at ease.

“Jeg elsker dig” you whisper melting into his touch. You feel Fred’s lips gently press against yours “love you too” he whispers but you are pulled apart by a knocking at the door.

“Ready?” Dr. Morris asks picking up the jelly. Your eyes are glued on Fred’s, a soft smirk pressed between your lips “yeah” you whisper. You shift your attention to the screen, your hand reaching out resting on Fred’s while you nervously wait.

The doctor moves the wand around taking some measurements “looks like you’re 7 weeks or so” she says almost to herself. She continues to move around the screen, you can feel your hand begin to tremble as you are wrecked with nerves.

“Looks like it’s just one” she says and you let out the air in your lungs.

“Heard that before” Fred laughs placing his other hand on yours, gently squeezing it. Without even looking he can sense your nerves and does what he can to calm you. Finally the doctor turns the monitor towards you, and points “there it is” she says about the blob on the screen.

“It might be too early, but let’s see if we can get the heartbeat” she says hitting a few switches. She adjusts the wand around and suddenly the little thumps echoes through the room. You and Fred both grip each other’s hand listening to the beating while the doctor explain some of the risks associated with your pregnancies being so close together. You’d like to say you’re listening to what she has to say, but at this point everything she is saying turns into white noise.

When you took the test you honestly didn’t think you were pregnant; you really just wanted to prove Fred wrong. And once the “pregnant” was displayed on the screen, you went into a state of denial for a few days followed by panic.

During that time Fred patiently waited for you to get to a point where you had accepted it. Since he was the one who first saw the pregnancy signs, he was a little further ahead with that. The stress of having 4 kids under the age of four; three of them just 14 months apart. This would be stressful for any couple, but you add in planning a wedding and the fact that your fiancé is a professional athlete who travels a lot and it is a lot to deal with it.

And it’s not that you aren’t excited for another child, you know you will love this child unconditionally, it is the shock value that is coming along with it. You fully planned on no more kids after the twins, you were going to raise your three boys and plan a wedding. And your life is not going as planned. Through the denial you haven’t allowed yourself to feel much about it beside panic. If it wasn’t for the occasional bought of exhaustion or the really gross smoothies Fred makes you every morning, that he claims are full of nutrients, you wouldn’t know you are pregnant.

But this moment, hearing the heartbeat, it finally hits you. This is what you needed; the switch. You finally feel pregnant. The doctors voice fades into the background, you’re unable to pull your eyes from the screen.

“You okay?” Fred asks wiping a tear from the corner of your eye. You finally turn your head and adjust in the bed to look at him. You realize the doctor left, and you honestly have no idea how long she has been gone for.

“Yeah” you whisper softly a slight smile pricking the edges of your lips. Fred’s thumb brushes your cheek; his eyes are soft while he waits for you to continue.

“I guess I didn’t believe I was pregnant until now and–“ you trail off.

“And?” he asks shifting uncomfortably on his feet.

“I’m happy” you laugh through your tears “I’m really happy.”

He lets out a sigh of relief and brings his face down to yours and presses his lips against yours. “Good” he says pulling back briefly before pressing his lips back to yours.

“I’m sorry I –“ you stammer out finally pulling away. You become wracked with guilt with how you have been addressing this pregnancy the past few weeks.

“No need” he gently places his hand on your stomach, feeling the practically non-existent bump. His touch while soft and gentle are all you need in this moment. “It’s a lot babe, but nobody else I’d want to do this with.”

“Same” you smile pulling him back down for another kiss. The kiss starts soft but your hands slowly rake through his beard. They run further into his hair holding him close while your mouth opens allowing him entrance, but instead he pulls away.

“We’re in a doctor’s office, anyone could walk in” he murmurs forehead lightly pressed on yours. He quickly leans down and places on more on your lips before helping you to sit up in the bed.

A few minutes later you stand up pulling your pants back up your legs when Fred picks you up putting you on the table. He reaches over and grabs your shoes putting one on your foot and begins to tie the laces.

“You know I’m not that pregnant yet” you laugh “I can put my own shoes on.”

“I like taking care of you” he smiles grabbing your second shoe.

“Mommy, daddy” you hear Oliver squeal as soon as the door opens. You have barely got your shoes off when he comes barrelling forward almost knocking you over. Fred’s hands quickly grip your hips to steady you while you pick him up.

“Hey birthday boy” you smile at him “ready for today?”

“Mhm” he nods.

“You need a haircut eh bud” Fred laughs brushing his curls away from his eyes.

“No!” he quickly whines having developed a fear of haircuts early on. You and Fred both laugh “you can barely see” Fred responds. He begins to squirm in your grip so you set him on the floor.

“Uncle Auston says it’s my hockey flow” he calls over his shoulder taking off towards the kitchen. You groan shaking your head while Fred pulls your coat off; the last thing he needs is another reason to not get a haircut.

“He does have good hockey hair” Fred chuckles following him down the hall.

“Hey big buy” Fred smiles walking over to Noah who is in his baby swing. Noah’s face immediately lights up as Fred picks him up when Christie walks into the room with Lucas. After a few minutes she leaves; you and Fred take the twins to the playroom, watching Oliver play with his dinosaurs.

The two of you shift getting comfortable on the couch each of you holding one of the twins; his hand gently landing on your thigh. Your head finds his shoulder when Noah fuses in Fred’s arm. He bounces him a little bit as ucas begins to whine in yours.

You groan slightly sitting up “we already don’t have enough hands, how will we manage another baby?”

“Another baby” Oliver asks from his toys. Both of your heads snap up, you had no intention of telling him for a few more weeks.

“Umm” Fred shifts laughing uncomfortably beside you. You shift Lucas to press him against your chest.

“Yeah” you trail of a bit, Fred smirking towards you.

“Come here for a sec” Fred says patting the couch. He makes his way to the couch and hops up, Fred pulling him onto his lap, his legs swinging back and forth.

“Daddy and I are going to have another baby” you say. “It will be here in about seven months.”

“I’m gonna have another brother” he says smiling.

Fred laughs a little shaking his head “maybe, could be a girl. Could have a little sister” Fred replies.

“A sister” his eyes light up. “I want a sister!”

Both you and Fred laugh slightly at his excitement. “We won’t know that for a little bit” you reply. “But how do you feel about another baby?”

He ponders for a minute “okay” he shrugs.

“Yeah? You sure?” you ask and he eagerly nods at you.

“Okay but you have to keep it a secret” you say to him. “Can’t tell anybody.”

“Okay mommy” he replies. “When is it time for my party?”

“A half hour” Fred laughs “why don’t you go get dressed.”

He eagerly jumps off the couch his dinosaur clatters on the floor while he skips down the hall. Before long you are pulling into the parking lot at Planet Bounce. It is a large indoor jumping castle playground complete with obstacle courses, slides and activities to keep the kids occupied. Being an off day, a lot of the team is coming even those without kids, and a part of you thinks the players will have more fun than the kids.

You arrive about a half hour before everyone else, the space comes decorated but you are setting up the finishing touches. Pretty quickly people begin to filter in and the space is filled with the laughter of children. You haven’t seen Oliver in almost a half hour, but you can hear him running through the tunnels.

“Where are the twins?” Anna asks coming up beside you.

You nod your head toward Fred and Sidney, each of them have a baby and are holding them over a portion of the jumping castle, helping them jump up and down. Their laughter erupts sending huge smiles to Fred and Sidney’s faces. Next you watch as the two of them crawl into the castle and begin to jump, holding them against their chests.

Your eyes go wide, not for the twins but for the men as they start bouncing. When they grabbed them from the stroller you warned them they had just been fed but Sid said they had steel stomachs and would be fine.

“Mommy watch” you hear from across the room. You begin looking around hearing him repeatedly call out to you and find him at the top of a 30 foot bouncy slide. He is sitting beside Connor and as soon as you find them they push off and bounce down the slide, Connor waiting to give Oliver a small head start. “I won” he cheers reaching the bottom first. Before you can respond Sidney is shoving Lucas into your arms, a trail of vomit down his chest.

You just shake your head giving him a knowing glance that says I told you so. “Good thing your cute” he jokes poking Lucas’s side.

“You see me mommy” Oliver asks running over to you.

“Yeah I did, you were so fast” you respond excitedly.

“I’m going to go again” he says running off back to the slide.

“I think the adults are having more fun than the kids” Anna laughs walking away. You watch as Oliver climbs back up the slide, waiting his turn behind some of the players who are almost wrestling at the top. Tyler a boy his age comes up behind him and the two of them begin taking turns on the slide. You don’t know how long you stand there watching as they run up the slide and back down, sitting, lying on their back, to their stomachs.

Finally you feel Fred gently nudge your elbow, pulling you from your gaze. You turn to him, seeing Noah pressed against his chest “hey.”

“Hey” you grin to him.

“What’s going through your head momma?”

A light chuckle escapes you but before you can answer Oliver interrupts you. “Daddy can I have a drink” Oliver asks sweat on his forehead and a huge smile on his face.

“Yeah I think we’re going to do cake and presents now anyways” Fred responds guiding him to the table. He eagerly climbs onto his chair, eyes lighting up when he the cake is brought into his gaze.

You stand across from him taking some pictures while everyone sings. Finally he blows the three candles off his cake “what’d you wish for Ollie?” someone calls out while Fred pulls the candles from the cake.

“A sister” he answers nonchalantly bouncing in his seat waiting for Fred to cut him a piece cake. You hear some murmuring and confusion around you. You begin to shift on your feet feeling heat hit your cheeks as the eyes begin to find you in the room.

“Why does Ollie want a sister?” Kathy asks walking up nudging your arm.

“You know kids” you brush off eyes finding Fred “crazy imaginations.” He has a large smirk, focusing on cutting the cake. His head doesn’t look up; a ploy to avoid the suspecting glances.

“Right” she responds next to you. “and you didn’t drink today, or on Halloween because…”

She trails off waiting for your response, although everyone already knows the answer. Someone takes over for Fred and he joins you, putting an arm around your shoulder. He leans in, pressing his mouth to the side of your head.

“Three hours, couldn’t even keep the secret for three hours” you chuckle slightly but are immediately pulled into celebratory hugs from the team.

“Four kids eh” Sid says wrapping his arms around you.

“Yeah Fred wanted an even number for roller coasters” you laugh.

“Congrats guys” Kathy says wrapping her arms around you. “You know I’m surprised that you’re having a fourth, but not all that surprised.”

“Yeah that’s kind of the general feeling” Fred laughs walking back over to Oliver.

The rest of the party is spent with you being congratulated or pulled into conversations about the wedding or the baby. Fred mouths the words “sorry” from across the room as he plays with Oliver.

You aren’t sure when but you wake up and take a look around the room. You realize you aren’t in your room, but instead are curled up next to Oliver. You remember lying beside him while you read a story to him and you must have fallen asleep. You are under the blankets indicating Fred came in and tucked you in next to him.

You chuckle slightly and place a kiss on his forehead. You lie there for a few minutes toying with the idea of just spending the night with your son curled up beside you. As exciting as today was for you, it also has been hard watching your first born grow up and turn three.

Finally you decide to join Fred in your bed. If it wasn’t for the fact you were still in your jeans you probably would have stayed snuggled up to him. You have no idea what time it is, all you know is you took Oliver to bed around 8:30. You fumble your way down the hall through the dark when you make it to the room.

You see Fred lying in bed on his phone, the clock reading 10:26. The light of his phone illuminates his face and you see Fred smile at you. You strip out of your clothes, not bothering to find some pyjamas and crawl in beside him in your underwear.

“How you doing momma?” a chill running through your body from the lack of clothing.

“I’m sleepy” you yawn. Fred wraps his arm around you, his hand resting on your bump. He scooches closer, his body heat warming your naked body. His thumb gently rubs your stomach as he throws one of his large thighs over your legs; you feel his breath on the back of your head and slowly begin to doze off.

***

“Hey babe” you call answering your facetime.

“Hey how’s it going?”

“Good just making lunch” you respond opening the fridge.

“Daddy!” Oliver calls our running over to the island. You turn your phone around so he can talk to Fred while you prepare lunch.

“How was hockey?” Fred asks. Today was the third game of his season and with Fred’s season he has only managed to get to one practice and one game. You take lots of video’s and send them to Fred, and Oliver could spend hours telling Fred every detail of his hockey.

Fred wanted him to start as a player for a couple seasons, work on developing his skating and stick handling before going in net; assuming at that point he wanted to be a goalie. But Oliver would have none of it. He wanted to be a goalie just like his daddy.

Fred even explained that he was a player for a couple years but Oliver didn’t care. This resulted in Fred spending a few hours at a hockey store helping to get him everything he needed. When Oliver came back from the store he was grinning from ear to ear and was so excited he had to try everything on for you as soon as he got home.

“It was good I had so many saves, and my coach said I have been getting good at getting up” he replies before diving into the details of the game. While he has been skating for a bit, skating with all the equipment is different, and when he falls or goes down to make a save he has a hard time getting back up.

Because most of his hockey exposure has been NHL games, he thinks he should be an NHL caliber player to start. Fred asked his mom to send some videos of him as a kid, showing him that even his dad fell down and it wasn’t always easy to get up. You know with time he will realize that it takes practice to get better, but for now you think it’s cute.

“I even caught one in my glove” Oliver calls out when you put a grilled cheese in front of him.

“You have fun?” Fred asks.

“Mhm daddy, so much fun!” he screams taking a bite.

“Good that’s all that matters”

“I have a practice Wednesday, can you come?” he asks.

“Sorry bud I’ll still be on my road trip then”

“Oh okay” he says slightly disappointed. “Can I eat in front of the TV?” Oliver asks switching his attention to you.

“Yeah of course bud” you say and he jumps down taking his plate with him.

“You know you’re super woman?” Fred says to you. “Getting him ready for hockey while pregnant and watching the twins. I don’t know how you do it.”

You smile at his words “Kathy stayed over last night and came with us this morning. She watched the twins while I got him changed.”

“I know but most of the time it’s just you and the boys. I don’t know if I tell you enough how lucky I am to have you”

“Yeah you are pretty lucky” you joke sending a smile to Fred’s face. “Are you starting tonight?”

“Yeah Jarry wasn’t feeling too good yesterday so I’m going in tonight” he replies checking his watch. “I actually have to go and start my game day stuff; I just wanted to see you in case you’re too tired after the game to talk.”

“Okay, I love you”

**

“How is Noah still awake?” Oliver asks skipping down the hall to the couch. While Lucas fell asleep almost an hour ago, Noah is still awake, sitting on the couch with a bottle in his hand. His eyes are heavy, and you feel as if he will fall asleep soon, which is part of the reason you have left him alone. You figure if you leave him be eventually he will fall asleep.

“I don’t know” you reply.

“He must be excited watching Daddy make all the good saves” Oliver says placing a kiss on his head which causes the edges of your lips to curve up.

“Mhm” you hum. While Oliver loves his brothers, he sometimes isn’t all that excited by them. You know once they are a little bit bigger and they can play together they will become best friends, but for now his interactions can be limited. But you think it makes it all the more special when you see him making silly faces at them, or trying to read to them.

The second period of the game is underway and the team hasn’t shown up in front of Fred. They have been held to 9 shots while the Bruins have 24, but Fred has stopped them all. Even the shots he shouldn’t have stopped he has. You can feel the frustrations coming off the Bruins as they are down by one and should be winning but just can’t get anything by Freddie. This has led to a couple scrums and shoving matches after the whistle and you’re pretty sure it’s going to get worse.

You turn your attention from your boys to the game. A few minutes go by when there is an odd man rush. Oliver slides forward on the couch with excitement. Marchand has the puck and cross the blue line, McAvoy right with him. Fred leaves his crease in an attempt to limit the net space for the shooter, put more pressure on Marchand.

The Penguins defenseman tries to pull the puck away, hooking his stick in. The two get tangled up in the battle for the puck and tumble forward landing on Fred as the three slide into the net. The play is blown down, the puck somewhere under the three men.

“Daddy stopped the puck” Oliver calls out jumping onto his feet.

You feel your heart rate rise watching the men slide into Fred. Collisions aren’t uncommon in hockey but your heart always skips a beat. That is until Fred is back on his feet, pulls his helmet back and shakes it off. Once you see his red hair and brown eyes as he takes a drink you relax knowing he is fine.

The other two players untangle themselves slowly and rise to their feet, a small scrum erupts off to the side of the play. Fred is lying on his back and he rolls onto his stomach slowly; you can tell he is shaken a bit. He presses himself on his knees but instead of getting up he falls onto his stomach. Tears instantly prick your eyes and your chest tightens knowing something is wrong. They show a trainer come out to talk to Fred and the feed cuts to commercials.

“Is daddy okay?” Oliver asks you concern laced in his voice.

“Yeah buddy he’s fine” you whisper and pull him up on your lap.

“Why didn’t he get up?” he asks and you can hear the concern etched in his voice. You gently brush the hair from his head and kiss his forehead “sometimes it hurts a little bit and he just needs a minute” you reassure him “he’s okay.” You want to believe your words, knowing it was a hard hit and he likely will be fine; but something in your gut tells you otherwise.

When the feed returns Fred is still lying on the ice, but the stretcher has been brought out. You pull Oliver tight to your chest muttering a fuck, not caring about swearing in front of your toddler in this moment. You find the remote and turn the TV off, not wanting Oliver to watch.

“Mommy” Oliver whines and you can hear the fear in his voice.

“He’s going to be fine” you say hugging him gently pressing your lips to his forehead. You let out a sigh rubbing your hands on his back. You blink back a few tears trying to keep your composure knowing it isn’t good. Stretchers are never a good thing, and it’s not something they bring out unless necessary; the player will typically do anything to skate off the ice on their own no matter how bad the injury is.

“I want to watch the game” he cries but you know he wants to see his Dad, and see if there is an update. You see some tears run down his cheeks and you gently wipe them away.

“I know bud but it’s getting late, it’s time for your bedtime” you lie. While it’s almost nine, on Saturdays you always let him stay up and watch the game in its entirety. You look to Noah, and he has fallen asleep beside you. “How about we go to mommies bed and watch a movie?” you ask him. He sniffles against you but you feel him nod slightly “okay” you whisper.

You rise to your feet and Oliver clings to your neck, you somehow manage to pull Noah into your other arm. You carry the two of them upstairs and you set Oliver down at your door. You get Noah into his crib and find Oliver lying in the middle of your bed. He looks so tiny lying in your king sized bed but his eyes are wide awake. You turn on the TV and crawl in next to him, pulling him into your arms. After setting up Toy Story you grab your phone.

You send Fred a text, though you know you won’t hear from him until after his evaluation at the hospital. You have messages from all the other WAG’s. Some asking if you’ve heard anything, others just telling you they are thinking of you. Injuries are common in hockey but stretchers and hospitals aren’t; and it’s something nobody likes to see.

You ignore the texts and type his name in google and on twitter. But the only update is he was sent to the hospital for evaluation. You aren’t surprised you know that you’ll hear from the team or Fred long before any update is released on social media.

Oliver is quiet throughout the movie, never saying anything. After about twenty minutes you set your phone down on the bed and pull him closer, pressing your lips to the side of his forehead. You try to relax in hopes you can calm Oliver and he will fall asleep, but also because you know there is nothing you can do.

About halfway through the movie you hear Oliver’s breathing shift. You brush some hair from his head and turn the movie off darkness filling your room. The darkness leads to your mind wandering; countless bad thoughts and worst case scenarios entering your mind.

You unlock your phone and check the text you sent, message still unread. You set it back down and close your eyes trying to sleep though you know it’s unlikely. You feel Oliver’s chest rise and fall beside you, and it helps to keep you calm. If it wasn’t for Oliver you would be pacing back and forth in the bedroom, maybe stress cleaning the kitchen. But him needing you is the only reason you haven’t left the bed.

You end up falling asleep, though only for short periods of time. Every time you start to get into a sleep you are startled awake by Oliver stirring or cooing from the twins over the baby monitor. You hear every crack in the floor, and jump at the wind rattling the windows. At some point you feel your phone vibrate and you jump out of the bed.

“Fred” you answer.

“Hey baby” he says through a raspy voice.

“Oh my god” you exhale. “How are you?”

“Been better” he laughs “but I’m alright.”

“That’s good” you whisper, tears catching in your throat.

“Hey don’t cry babe, I’m okay” he soothes hearing your soft sobs through the phone. “(Y/N) I promise I’m fine, it was precaution. The neck brace is off.”

“What…why did you…why did” you ramble unable to get the question out as warm tears barrel down your cheeks.

“I have a concussion and when I tried to get up it was too much and I lost consciousness. When I came back I told them my neck hurt so they brought out the stretcher” he explains sighing.

“But you’re okay?” you ask through strangled sobs.

“Yeah babe. I have a concussion and will be out for a bit but otherwise I’m okay. MRI came back fine” he says and you exhale feeling a sense of relief. You take a deep exhale and the two of you sit in silence for a minute while Fred waits until he knows you are doing okay.

“Did Ollie see?” he finally asks. You don’t respond and Fred knows what your silence means. “How is he doing?”

“Okay, a little scared” you respond wiping away your tears. You look over at your son, the miniature version of Fred barely noticeable under the pillows and blankets on your bed. You can see some red hairs sticking out but beyond that you can hardly tell he is in the bed. You crawl back in beside him and pull his body against you, you feel him stir a bit but eventually you feel him relax into your embrace. “He’ll be better when he finds out you’re okay. I turned the game off pretty quickly so he didn’t see much.”

“That’s good” he replies sadness in his voice. The two of you talk a little longer and apart from being tired he seems to be okay. You attempt to hide the fear and concern in your voice but most of your conversation is spent with him reassuring you he is fine. You try to hang up but Fred refuses to hang up until you stop crying and are okay. He stays on the line long after you stop crying, waiting until he hears your breathing steady indicating you’re sleeping before he hangs up.

The next morning is mostly a blur; you wake up early and wait for the boys. You make them breakfast and lunch though you can barely keep food down. Your stomach is doing backflips, not because of morning sickness but because of your nerves. The twins have no idea what is going on so they are babbling away and playing on their activity mats.

But Oliver is a different story he doesn’t do anything except watch a movie and constantly ask you the time. He knows Fred is okay, as soon as he woke up he wanted to talk to him. He had a meltdown when you told him Fred couldn’t look at his phone, and he had another when you told him he was staying home with Christie while you pick him up.

But at 3 pm it’s finally time for you to go get Fred. He flew back on a private plane and won’t be going to the rink for at least a week if not longer, and he won’t start practicing for a bit after that. When you told Oliver Fred would be home for a couple days he calmed down slightly, but he blocked out the part where you said he would be resting for most of it.

You finally see Fred come into the parking garage sunglasses on his face. You immediately get out and run to him wrapping your arms around his neck. You hear him groan as his body coils away from you.

“Sorry” you say pulling away from him and see him wincing in pain. “I thought your neck was fine.” You say taking his bag from him.

“I downplayed a bit so you wouldn’t worry” he says shifting on his feet. “Doctors said its fine, but it definitely hurts.”  

You shake your head at him “Fred” your voice catches in your throat. He pulls you into his chest wrapping his arms around you. You hear the soft beating of his chest through his sweater as he gently places his chin on your head.

“You were worried” he sighs “and I knew if I was 100% honest about it you wouldn’t have slept and would stress all night. The last thing the boys or the little nugget need is a stressed and tired mom when I’m not there.”

You open your mouth to scold him for lying but you know he was only thinking of you so instead you smile against his chest. The two of you stand wrapped in one another for a minute before you and lead him to the car. Fred reclines his seat, pulling his hood up while the two of you drive home in silence. As soon as you open the door Oliver almost tackles him, you try to tell him to be careful but Fred bends down to pick him up through his pain.

The next few days are relatively quiet; Fred spends most of his time in bed with the blinds down. He comes down for meals but the lights and television are often too much for him. Even though you told Oliver he needs his rest, you have often found Oliver curled up in bed with him; sometimes while Fred sleeps unaware of his presence.

One time he even snuck up with a book and was “reading” him the story, though it was actually him going off memory and the pictures. Fred was completely asleep during all of it; you actually took a video to show Fred later once he is better. And every day during the twins nap time Fred has wandered down to their room to pull them out of their cribs to nap with him. On day three you actually gave up and just started taking them to Fred to save him from getting out of bed.

“How was his practice” Fred asks when you crawl into bed.

“It was good” you reply rolling onto your side to face him. You can tell from his face he is drained, but not from a lack of sleep, from being locked away in a quiet space while he recovers. The things he wants so close to him yet he can’t spend much time with because of the mayhem and noise. That’s part of the reason he has been bringing the twins in for nap time, to try and get some quiet time in with them.

You softly brush some of his locks away from his dark eyes “how are you doing babe?”

“My heads a little sore” he replies “my neck is stiff though.”

“You want a massage?” you ask and he chuckles lightly.

“I should be giving my pregnant fiancé massages not the other way around.”

“We take care of each other babe” you smile “come on roll over.”

Fred pulls his shirt off and rolls over and places his hands under his pillow. You straddle him legs on either side of his body; you sit on his ass and begin applying light pressure on his neck.

“That okay?” you ask not wanting to press too hard.

“You can go a little harder” he responds “I’ll tell you if it’s too much.”

You increase the pressure gently working on the knots on his neck. Soft moans leave his mouth while your fingers work his muscles. Your hands continue to work along his neck before moving to his shoulders. He shifts slightly under you, his moans getting louder as you apply more pressure.

While giving him massages are nothing new, normally they all lead to one place. In fact the baby growing inside you is a result of a massage you were giving Fred during the pre-season. Normally you start on his shoulders, slowly working your way down his back, until you reach the top of his glutes. You sometimes get a couple minutes of a glute massage in, sometimes its mere seconds before Fred has you on your back, his large body pinning you to the mattress.

But tonight is different. While you doubt Fred has it in him due to his injury you wouldn’t even try; not wanting to possibly agitate him or make something worse. Tonight is 100% about helping to alleviate his pain, help him sleep comfortably.

Your fingers begin to let up and you lean forward and press a few soft kisses on his shoulder. You hear a light moan leave his lips at the contact and you crawl off him. He has a big smile on his face “thanks smuk that helped.” He pulls you closer and presses a kiss to your lips.

His hand rests on your hip while you lean into the kiss, your hand resting on his chest. His thumb slides under your shirt, finding your small bump as he rolls onto his side.

“You’re really showing this time eh” he smiles rubbing his hand over you. While you do have a slight bump, bigger than either of your previous pregnancies at this point; Fred’s large hand easily covers it.  He playfully kisses your cheek, you blood reaching your skin in response.

Fred notices the slight blush on your cheeks and pulls you in closer, placing a few sift kisses on your collarbone. Your head tilts slightly in response and his lips find yours again. He falls onto his back pulling you on top of him.

His hand tangles into your hair groaning as you pull away. “You’re hurt babe” you respond smirking at the pout on his face.

“Kissing never hurt anyone” he responds pulling you back down. His other hand rests low on your hips, stroking the curves of your body. You hesitantly deepen the kiss, allowing him to guide it. He smirks slightly before sliding hid tongue in your mouth, as he holds your body against his.

His hand slides down your body reaching for the back of your thigh; he grips it tightly pulling you closer to him.

His hand caresses your ass while you rest on your forearms, your nails gently raking his beard. “You know some studies say orgasms help with headaches” he smirks.

“Oh yeah who says that?” you joke raising an eyebrow to him.

“Doctors. Scientists” he trails off kissing you again “people.”

“Uh huh” you say a hand trailing down his bare chest while you gently palm over his boxers “doctors eh.”

You feel his dick twitch under you as you continue to apply more pressure, him beginning to get hard under you. You pull away and see him smirking under you; you shake your head and begin placing kisses on his chest. You gently suck marks on his chest leaving a trail down his muscular body.

Normally you would be worried about marking his chest, not wanting the team to see. Given the fact he won’t be at the rink for a bit you allow yourself to slowly tease your way down. Some kisses are soft and brief; others are hard with your teeth grazing against him. Your hand continues to gently stroke him over his boxers as he groans above you, patience wearing thin.

His hips buck up at your touch, trying to get more. His hands find your biceps and he gently tries to push your down farther, instead you bite his skin. Muttered Danish spills from his lips, knowing you aren’t done teasing him.

Your hand slides under the elastic band and you push it down his large thighs. With the fabric out of the way you run your hands up and down his shaft while you nip his pelvic bone. He groans above you, your hand continuing to work his hard member. You feel the warm pre-cum that has leaked from the tip and spread it around with your thumb.

You finally give him what he wants and start placing soft kisses on his hard member. He twitches slightly feeling your mouth finally touch him. You lick a long stripe up the underside of him and swirl your tongue around the tip tasting his familiar flavour.

You gently lift him up wrapping your lips around his tip before dropping your head down. You hear him swear above you, watching as he stares down at you. You set a lazy pace knowing he won’t last long, relaxing your throat for him. Your fingers dance along his large thighs you feel his hips involuntarily jerk, pushing himself against your tonsils.

His hands find your hair pulling it out of your face. You continue to take him in your mouth while a slew of curse words spill from Fred’s. You hollow your cheek taking him fully in, you hear Fred’s voice catch in his throat.

Normally his hips would buck up causing you to gag on him slightly. You would set a hungry pace as his hands tangle into your hair holding you on him; but tonight is more relaxed. It’s you taking care of him, doing what you can to help with his injury.

Fuck,” his hips jerk, his thick member hitting the back of your throat while you hum around him. Your nails rake up his bare thighs; your spit dripping down your chin. Your hand cups his balls and gently massages him while you continue to suck on him Your tongue swirls around him a few more times when you feel his dick twitch and warm spurts of cum are shot down your throat.

You continue to work him through his high, sucking on him until he stops. You feel him still as your mouth stops. You pull off him with a pop and help him shimmy back into his boxers. You crawl back up his body and Fred pulls you into his side, wrapping his arm around you.

“You’re a pretty good nurse babe” he mumbles pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

“You’ve been a good patient” you chuckle slight resting your hand on his chest.

Next Chapter

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Clockwork Soul Gambler Concept

A bit of an odd mix, maybe, given the whole order vs chaos conflict, but it was my second thought for the clockwork soul sorcerer, after the obvious horologist. A good chunk of the clockwork soul is about negating outside influence, advantage and disadvantage, harmful conditions and spells, and stripping everything down to the raw roll of the dice. And that just … speaks of the gambler to me? When all else is equal, how does the hand of fate fall?

Also, my favourite character in most westerns is the gambler. You can blame Ezra Standish and Hannibal Hayes. So. Have a bit of a half-orc riverboat gambler with a hankering for fair play?

Character Sheet: Emen Moore

Name: Emen Moore

Race: Half-Orc

Age: 34

Background: Riverboat Gambler

Class/Level: Sorcerer 3 (Clockwork Soul)

Statistics: Strength 8, Dexterity 14, Constitution 16, Intelligence 10, Wisdom 10, Charisma 16

Ideal: “Fate and chance only truly show their hand when all else is made equal. The only true gamble is on a level playing field.”

Bond: “An old friend helped me break even once. I feel like I should do the same for other people.”

Flaw: “I say I have a philosophical approach to loss, but I only wish that I did.”

Skills & Languages:

Skills: Deception, Insight, Intimidation, Persuasion, Religion

Languages: Common, Orcish, Gnomish

Traits, Feats and Background/Class Features: Darkvision (60ft), Menacing, Savage Attacks, Relentless Endurance, Never Tell Me The Odds, Clockwork Magic, Restore Balance, Font of Magic (3pts), Metamagic (Extended Spell, Twinned Spell)

Spells:

Cantrips: Mage Hand, Message, Chill Touch, Minor Illusion

Spells: Armour of Agathys (retrained), Protection from Evil & Good, Shield, Chaos Bolt, Feather Fall, Aid, Lesser Restoration, Misty Step

Equipment: Traveller’s clothes, fancy leather vest, light crossbow with 20 bolts, 2 daggers, 2 sets of playing cards (one well worn, just for herself, the other nicer, for playing with others), an arcane focus (crystal polyhedron), explorer’s pack

Description: Picture a lanky, laid-back figure, in rusts and reds and browns, propped back in a chair with her feet up. She’s got a watchful glint in her yellow eyes, and a faint smile curled around her tusks. There’s an aura of calm around her, the soothing rhythm of a game of solitaire, but she’s watching more than just the passage of cards through her hands.

History: “Once upon a time, there was a nobody kid from a nobody town, going nowhere. Some scrappy little thing, growing up half-wild by the docks, one part spit-shine and one part river water.

She was an odd kid, in more ways than one. Had her daddy’s features, which didn’t help none, and she had a bit of a something else as well. Which might have helped, somewhere that wasn’t Nowhere, New Nevermind. Magic. Something like magic. And a feeling of something … bigger than herself. Something … huge and shining. A great big grandfather clock beating the hours somewhere out there at the heart of the universe. It soothed her, that ticking clock, brought her calm right down to her bones, and it drove her half-mad at the same time. When she finally left, to try and follow that great pendulum in her chest, no one much was all that surprised.

It was the riverboats that got her out. A job on the riverboats. Scrubbing decks, first. Cleaning cabins. Wasn’t nothing to write home about (and she did write home), but a job was a job, and there was a whole river slipping by beneath the keel. A whole great web of somewhere moving by. It was a start. It was enough to get her going.

And then. Oh, and then. Then she met Lyddie Rourke.

Lyddie was a gambler. One of those that served as entertainment on the boats, a bit of something to spice up a long journey. A bit of risk and thrill to light up your day (and your belt pouch). She played the lounge on the boat, or on fine days the deck. And Emen was fascinated by her. By the whole endeavour. There was something about the roll of a dice or the shuffle of the cards that called out to that ticking thing in her heart. A sense of … magic, maybe. Or just fate.

Lyddie caught her watching enough times to see the fascination. She didn’t have to do anything about it, but … Maybe for fun. For her own amusement. And maybe a bit of something softer as well, a bit of something that remembered being a scrappy kid, going nowhere. She taught Emen the ropes. The rules of the game. And, in her own way, the rules of life as well.

Some riverboat gamblers liked to play a certain way. To rig the game. To rope the right customers and win the right games. Lyddie did too. A girl had to make a living. But underneath all that, the rude necessities of life … she nursed the heart of something slightly shinier.

Play pretend all you want, do whatever you need to do. But remember, kid, at the heart of it. The game’s only really the game when it’s real. No tricks, no traps. No false legs or cards up your sleeve. Just you and your opponent. The game, the cards. The hand of fate and the breath of lady luck. That moment when you’re playing honest, and everything’s on the line for real and true. That’s the one true gamble, darling. When all else is equal, all else is fair, and it just comes down to who has the most skill, the most daring … and the most luck. Sometimes it’s worth it to pay the other guy in, just so you can play the game, that one time, the right way.

It would have stuck all on its own. The way she said it. The quiet reverence of it, the way it made that great grandfather clock out there chime an echo in Emen’s chest. She would have paid attention just for that. For Lyddie and for the clock.

But Lyddie did more than just say it. She proved it too.

She paid Emen in. At the end of the line, the end of their time together. A big city, and Emen had always wanted more than a nowhere river town, or a nowhere river boat. So Lyddie paid her in. She gave her a letter, for a friend on another boat. And a friend of a friend of a friend. Anywhere the boats sailed, there’d be a spot on the deck or in the lounge, for a scrappy kid with a pack of cards in her hand, and the roll of fate’s dice in her heart.

It’s a debt Emen will never be able to pay. But that’s all right. It’s not the sort of debt you pay back to the one that’s owed. It’s the sort you pay onwards instead. A letter now and then will do for Lyddie. A glimpse of the great gambles she helped pay the stake for. But for everything else …

It’s a tricky world out there. Full of lies and traps and people doing what they feel they need to do. So if you have a chance. If you see a moment. Buy somebody who needs it in.

And make sure the game is fair.”

#d&d #character concepts #sorcerers #gamblers #westerns #thanks to the magnificent seven #and alias smith and jones #you only informed my character choices a LITTLE bit #ahem

[adinfinita]

ALL ABOARD ! The HMS PROMETHEAN welcomes (  HUGO THEODORE MONTGOMERY  ) to the expedition in their capacity of (  THE COMMANDER  ). They are (  34 & CISMALE  ) and might be painted as (  JON KORTAJARENA  ). When you strike up an acquaintance, address them as (  HE / HIM  ). Their deeds on land precede their arrival — people say they are (  an unequivocal magnetism found only in thespians or martyrs, machiavellian and ruthlessly elegant about it, zealously single-minded about every thought and feeling he commits himself to  ) but (  hubristic and doomed to a fall as epic as his rise, riddled with doubt & volatility, would beg, barter and steal to further his own career  ) when the tide turns. Their purpose aboard the Promethean falls in line with (  the black hole of hunger and pure, consuming ambition that keeps him alive  ).

how do i even begin to explain regina george? regina george is flawless.

and evil takes a human form in hugo montgomery. don’t be fooled, because he may seem like your typical selfish, back-stabbing slut-faced hoe-bag. but in reality, he is so much more than that. is he? who knows? does anyone know? let’s find out!

somewhere between a crossroads demon and if a fairytale prince was also the villain

the wanted connections will just be a variation of “how would you like hugo to ruin your character’s life :) ?”

i was raised to be charming, not sincere.gif only he was actually raised by wolves. his true origins are a complete mystery to everyone that knows him and has heard of him. he’s never deliberately stoked  the flames but his indifference to it has allowed the rumours to spark and catch fire, running wild and spectacular, each iteration more ludicrous and surreal than the last. some claim he’s a descendant of cortés, the original conquistador, others say he is an italian merchant-king’s lost heir. ordinarily he’d revel in the conspiracy and enigma that surrounds his birthright, how it paints him dark and alluring, but the truth of his bastard origins is a source of great shame and humiliation for him. hugo would honestly have both mommy and daddy issues if he actually knew who they fucking were but he doesn’t

side note: would LOVE to plot with someone whose character could somehow know or discover this information... it’d probably have to be pre-existing dynamic thing from before the promethean but hmu if you think this could be you??? i’d die for it. make his life HELL. he deserves it.

extremely charismatic like disturbingly so. good-natured, funny, witty, vivacious, full of elaborate stories and unexpected jokes, and is vastly talented at making people feel seen and special. when he talks to you, he genuinely makes a person feel like you’re the only person standing in the room, the only person to ever exist. that, and he’s also very aware of how insanely attractive he is and uses it mostly for evil. an extremely accomplished strategist / military tactician / navigator / political animal / sailor, but above all, devastatingly sexy and that’s his cross to bear

has done terrible things to get where he is and will do more terrible things to get where he wants to be. will stab you in the back and then the front with a smile.

secretly longs, aches, yearns, to be loved and adored but is convinced he killed that part of himself way back when THE DOE-HEARTED turned him down. he’s actually just a weak bitch who wants to belong to someone. is convinced that no one would ever love him or truly know him because he is lying 24/7 and always has some ulterior motive  (  trust no bitch......... not even yourself.  )  wdym he manipulates and exploits everyone he’s ever met but has the audacity to be surprised no one truly cares about him

invited THE LOVER aboard the promethean so they could have a sexy forbidden love affair but then found all his time taken up by scheming and plotting..... Loser. he doesn’t deserve her.

ambiguously chaotic and gay in his younger twink years, sleeping with filthy rich older women of noble houses incl. a german duchess or two, superior officers when it convenienced him, certain key figures of london society with enormous power and status whose names he keeps in a little black book in his mind of People Whose Lives He’d Love to Some Day Ruin, to earn their favour and patronage. yes, you heard me, he was a sugar baby. alas he doesn’t do that anymore, he’s retired

his life is just a lana del rey playlist money power glory.mp3

#NO ONE MADE ME. I MADE ME. / 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐒. #thqintro #cant believe his archetype is victorian man as regina george

[optimiist]

𝚒’𝚍  𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙  𝚊𝚗  𝚎𝚢𝚎  𝚘𝚗  𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖  ;   that  there  is  APRIL  RIGGS  ,  notorious  for  being  (  deceitful  )  and  (  superficial  )  ,  but  there  are  times  when  she  can  be  (  charismatic  )  and  (  strategic  )  .   i've  heard  that  she  could  pass  as  a  MEGAN FOX  doppelganger  ,  but  i  don't  see  it  .   the  (  thirty-five  )  year - old  cis woman has  been  in  town  for  (  two weeks / majority of her life  )  and  they  are  a  (  socialite  )  by  day  and  murder  suspect  by  night  .   they  tend  to  spark  images  of  swarovski crystal champagne flutes raised in the air , a 14 carat diamond ring left on the bedside table , a singed undergrad diploma , a stranger in the mirror , a stadium full of empty applause , the lethal combination of a stepford wife and stifler’s mom  .   you’ll  know  when  they  walk  by  because  they  always  seem  to  be  blasting  feeling good  by  NINA SIMONE  .   it  truly  explains  why  they're  known  as  THE  TROPHY  .

to know:

UPDATE: her full bio is here. gives more important insight into the relationship she has/had with her mother.

triggers: neglect, brief mention of statutory rape

i got very ‘poetic’ in the ‘a little further’ portion of the app and described her as a trophy in my first bullet point… so there you have it! you see, no matter what she did, she was always only praised for her appearance. just a trophy!!

she was born (in taunwick) to a very successful politician and her trophy husband. therefore, she spent much of her time alone as her mother was busy campaigning or throwing galas while her father, her mother’s trophy husband, went along for the ride. 

there were very few times they spent any ‘quality time’ together – picture what i think was the first scene (one of!) in mommie dearest where joan crawford is turning her daughter’s birthday into a photo op. that was pretty much their definition of quality family time. it could be successfully argued that april’s mother figures all came in the form of nannies.

it could also be successfully argued that, unlike lionel, april is part of the daddy issues™ club. as will be very evident afhdliuwdsjn

probably also part of the mommy issues™ club aflhskd

mother riggs probs would go off about wire hangers but... u kno... not to the mommie dearest point...

what should be taken away rn is that she was literally raised to be shallow fhlakjds

she began an entitlement act rather young - there were only two people who saw through it, one of which will be sent in as a wc and the other… being harley!! bc gotta get april connected to the murders somehow!! gotta give her a reason to stay in taunwick too but!! that’s a problem for a future bullet.

there are those annoying kids who refuse to share their toys and all. and they usually grow out of it. but april… did not. elementary? demon child. junior high? demon preteen. high-school? demon teenager.

now!! on the topic of high-school!! if her age is any indication, she is not part of the class of 2000 - if i have my math right (possibly don’t, i once legit studied for a math exam and wound up still only getting a 34), she was part of the class of 2003. that being said, one year of hers did overlap with everyone else’s - she knew chastity as an acquaintance at best, although she still recognized harley as a friend!! good for her!!

that being said, chastity’s murder….. didn’t have much of an effect on her…. ya it’s v tragic….. but it’s been a week guys :\ 

her alibi: she was in the woods with someone…….. when pressured to say with who bc animals and trees can’t confirm that…… she was ashamed to say it was someone on the lacrosse team. she usually aimed higher :\

anyway, they all graduated and it was HER TIME TO SHINE!! it was HER TIME to USURP THE THRONE and become THAT BITCH of the school!! probably had .3 real friends, what with the exception of the one wc i plan to send in!! that... was inspired by “jenny” by studio killers… we can’t wait to send it. 

did everything she perceived as the it girl stuff, what from joining those cool teams to being crowned her own prom queen to……………. sleeping with teachers. 1) alexa play “daddy issues” by the neighbourhood, 2) fire them.

fun fact tho!! she got into a hella good school. as in the ivy that is columbia. by what was….. partially her own merit…… partially her mother giving a very generous donation. have to make the family look PERFECT!!

she received an art history degree on what was….. partially her own merit…… partially sleeping with professors (see two bullets above.)but... graduation came… and what do you do with an art history degree from an ivy… 

you marry rich!!!!!!!

in the perfect parallel that she did not even recognize as a parallel because she’s big dumb, she found a marginally older politician (....it’s gonna be a wc so it’s gonna depend on the player but it’s gonna be 50+ hfdlsjak wld make it older but there j aren’t enough resources!!) and was like *martha (...virginia woolf?) vc* “yes, yes. [he] will do.” *end vc*

in spite of having become marginally more introspective than she was in high-school… she still doesn’t recognize her daddy issues :\

they got married. in spite of it being beautiful and expensive and gaudy, she really didn’t feel anything?? was lowkey GLAD her parents weren’t there (and not in the angsty ‘they never show up to anything anyway :\’ way, in the ‘this is literally wasting everyone’s time’ way). their marriage started and continued as a very unfulfilling one. he, in perfect politician style, began having affairs exactly as she, in perfect april style, began having affairs. while they never directly spoke of them, they knew the other was involved with other people.

why april didn’t divorce him is an excellent question. is it out of a certain selflessness, not wanting to do any damage to his career?? is it out of selfishness, not wanting to lose that sugar daddy?? a little bit of both. probably more the latter tho!!

anyway!! her father finally divorced her mother and she was like “i’m…. gonna say i’m gonna go be a good daughter…. go comfort my mother in this trying time….. but jk i j wanna get away from my husband lmao”

again, barely knows her mother. learned various different languages so she could have fair conversations with the foreign nannies.

but….. he has a reputation to keep up!! and his wife straight-up disappearing and leaving him would be 100x worse than a divorce…. so here he comes!! to save the day!! and his reputation!!

as you can imagine, between her husband figuring out her real motive + her…. barely liking her mother, she would be inclined to return to nyc… but that’s where harley’s murder will come in!! the perfect crime!! literally!!

TL;DR:

a former It Girl™ with daddy issues, mommy issues, and a fear of commitment.

CONNECTION IDEAS:

**open to any gender unless otherwise specified

her husband (m): WILL BE BEING SENT INTO THE MAIN.

that connection based off of “jenny” (f/nb): WILL BE BEING SENT INTO THE MAIN.

various affairs: gotta have those if she’s resigned to a new life… still with her husband :\

‘friends’ from the class of 2002-2005: i think that’s the right range for when she would’ve been THAT BITCH in the high-school?? but ya!! ppl chillin w her for the clout and she was like “this is validating”

enemies from the class of 2002-2005: again, i THINK that’s the right range?? but wow. ppl she didn’t even TRY to be nice to. or ppl who j straight-up hated her. there were plenty of reasons!!

hookups / ‘dates’ from the class of 2002-2005: again with the math?? But ya!! more inclined to ‘date’ those cool folks, but apparently didn’t discriminate with her hookups if her alibi is any clue.

neighbors: up in the hills chillin right next to a very watered down political joan crawford, her trophy husband who yeet’d out of existence, and eventually her very shallow daughter and said shallow daughter’s husband who’s probs closer in age to said very watered down political joan crawford. what could go wrong!!

acquaintances of any sort from the class of 2000: gotta get them skels!!

more to come!!

FURTHER:

for a bit of a better idea:

pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/idkimnewwastaken/april/

playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/1416e2ijuY3viSnzi6HjPz?si=sQmXEc5DQlSKbT2t7XZYeQ 

musing tag: https://optimiist.tumblr.com/tagged/april-%7C-musings.

mini stats (to be later extended): optimiist.tumblr.com/as (also again with the font) (and notice the irony i have in my url when combining april and lionel!!)

#april ! #april | intro. #taun.intro #UPDATE: same things lionel's intro tags say fhalaiedjskn

[laciecooper-archive]

M E E T   L A C I E    C O O P E R

Name: Lacie Cooper Age & Birthday: 34, December 21, 1985 Gender & Pronouns: Cis Female - She/Her Occupation: Waitress @ The Amber Pig Birthplace: Madison, GA Sexuality: Heteroflexible Faceclaim: Leighton Meester

Hi friends, Teddy back at you with another muse because I have no self-control. Come scream at me in my dms here or on discord if you wanna plot (teddyraeokay#5272)

Bio

Lacie Noelle Cooper was born a few days before Christmas to a teenage mother and a daddy who didn’t want anything to do with a baby at 17 years old. As a child, Lacie and her mother lived with her grandmother, or as she’d always been affectionately called, Nana. Lacie’s mother slowly became an alcoholic once the father of her child moved away to Atlanta and never looked back. While her mother tried her best to stay sober and take care of the firecracker little girl, Nana became Lacie’s primary parental figure for years. Eventually Lacie’s mother got her act together enough to get out on her own and move into their own home. That was the year Lacie turned seven years old and her step father came into her life. Once that man graced their doorstep there was no going back and what started out as a rocky and uncertain childhood turned into a happy home most days. Her mother still struggled but her husband kept her in check, trying to make sure Lacie and eventually her little brother too, had as good of a life as they could provide. And she did for the most part, though they didn’t have much besides what they needed, the Cooper’s were a happy little family.

 When she was in elementary school, Lacie met Tudor Ivanov, who would later become her best friend and closest confidante. Once they got into middle school and high school, the two became inseparable and everyone knew that the best way to win Tud’s heart was to get Lacie’s approval first. Lacie had always been a fun and free spirited kind of girl but she really blossomed into someone who was known to cause a ruckus and bring a good time wherever she went. People around town knew that Lacie Cooper was oftentimes a trouble maker, but always meant no harm. And then everything changed the day she met him. He’d moved to Madison in tenth grade after a tragedy in his family, living with an aunt and uncle, and Lacie fell in love the first day they met. She found herself in his eyes and told herself that this was the one, forever. He was smart and kind and he lived his life spontaneously and in the moment, all the things that Lacie wanted in a partner.

 By the time she was in 12th grade, Lacie had all but committed her life to this boy, but then she got the letter form University of Georgia offering her a full ride scholarship to attend in the fall and pursue her dream of becoming a nurse, just like her Nana was. But the idea of leaving her love behind was too much and he talked her into turning it down to stay with him instead. And so she did. Lacie stayed and she grew to resent him over time, the bickering and arguing beginning once they’d graduated and started transitioning into an adult relationship. And after two more years together, he finally broke her heart and left her in pieces when he decided to move to Los Angeles to pursue his dream of being an actor...and asked Lacie to stay behind in Madison.

 Lacie’s never really left Madison and she’s spent her whole life feeling like she hasn’t done enough or made anything of herself. She works now at the Amber Pig as a waitress after jumping around from one job to the next without ever having much purpose. She’s the kind of girl who keeps her friends close and her enemies closer. She’s a wild child at heart with a free spirit that no one’s been able to tame in this town. She loves to have fun and all her free time is spent with friends or family that she loves, trying to remind herself that not everyone lives out their dreams and that she’s okay with it. If you want to befriend Lacie Cooper you better be ready for spontaneous road trips, late night walks by the duck pond and laughing until you can’t breathe. She’s a firecracker but if you ever need someone in your corner, she’s your girl.

#madison.intro #teen pregnancy tw #alcoholism tw #about

[3mmafr0st]

Truth or Dare

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader Requests: 39 for Steve from Stranger Things? and Steve Harrington for 34?Word Count: 2679 Warnings: Smut, Unprotected Sex (Please don’t do this, wrap it up people), Oral (female receiving)

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Everything changed when he decided to try for a job here. The- rental store was my safe haven for the longest time, a place away from the pain of school and home life. But everything changed when the former king of Hawkins High decided that my place of work would now also be his. Ever since I had that one math class with him in junior year, I had the biggest burning hatred of this guy, with his perfect hair and the cocky attitude. He walked into the store with Robin, which was very surprising, I didn’t even know they were friends. Robin was more part of my crowd, the overzealous drama geek who wanted to make it big, so Steve “The Hair” Harrington hanging out with her was a shock for everyone involved. The two of them walked in and somehow got the job. 

Then something changed. Maybe it was something over the summer, or this new found friendship with Robin Buckley, but he wasn’t Steve “The Hair” Harrington anymore. He was just Steve, the funny goofball that was extremely clumsy, that got food in his hair. He always knew how to make you laugh, with his corny jokes and bits that he came up with on the spot. 

Slowly, I fell for the guy that I once hated so much. He was always so sweet and kind, with that hint of sass.We became friends, well, work friends, and it was nice. For a while I thought I lost my favorite place, but really, it just made it better. 

“Hey Y/N, a few friends of mine are having a little party, and I was wondering if maybe, you would want to come with me?” Steve said. I turned around and looked at him funny.

“Really, you want me, Y/N Y/L/N, to go with you, Steve Harrington, to a party?” I asked. Honestly it was so strange, because I didn’t really think that I was that important to him. “I mean, wouldn’t I like, embarrass you in front of your friends or something?”

‘That is so untrue that it hurts, Y/N. Please come? I really want you to be there, and hey, it could be fun.” He looked so sincere, so perfectly kind, that I just couldn’t say no. 

“Ok, Steve, I’ll go,” I said. His face lit up as I said that, and my heart melted. I hated that I felt like this, and yet loved it at the same time. 

“Yes! I’ll pick you up after your shift, ok?” I nodded and we both got back to work, cataloging the new shipment of VCR tapes and figuring out what I was going to wear. 

I was lucky enough that my friend was free, so she delivered me a good change of clothes, a nice shirt that I had bought and a pretty black pleated skirt, like a schoolgirl would wear. 

Steve pulled up in his car, which was yellow, and the licence plate said todfather for some reason. It was a beautiful car, but I couldn’t help but giggle a bit at the license plate.

“Todfather, huh?”

“Hey! I got this car from Chief Hopper himself before he went missing!” He said, and I looked at him, he was a bit squirmy when he said that, like he knew something that I didn’t.  I ignored it and got into the passenger seat of the car.  Steve looked me up and down before making his way to my face. 

“You look really nice.” I blushed in response, and I tried to think of something witty to respond with, but my brain could only come up with absolute garbage.

“You too, “ I said, and then immediately mentally smacked myself in the face. 

The two of us drove out to a house near the woods.  It was small but I liked it a lot. Steve stopped the car and got out of the car. I tried to open the door, but it was closed abruptly, before he went around the car quickly and opened the door for me. I giggled a bit at how hard he was trying to be sweet. Then it hit me. Was this a date? Like, were we going together, together, or just as friends. It’s not like I could ask him anyway, that would just be way too weird. We both walked up to the door of the house, and he knocked on the door. The door opened and we were met with Jonathan Byers of all people. 

“Hey, you’re Y/N, right? Steve’s told us about you,” He said, and let the two of us in. 

“Didn’t you get beaten by him in your junior year?” I whispered into Steve’s ear. 

“Yeah, that was like two years ago, we’re friends now.”

We walked into the living room to see Nancy Wheeler, Robin, and a girl that I didn’t recognize, probably someone that Robin brought with her. I smiled and waved, and Steve went into the kitchen to grab some beers. I chatted a little bit, trying to talk about something, anything, really, until Steve came back from the other room with Jonathan, each of them holding a six pack of beer in each hand. Steve took two out of the case in his left hand and gave me one. I cracked it open and took a long sip. It tasted like garbage but it would do, and at least let me get through tonight. 

After everyone had finished off the beers, we were all passing around a bottle of whiskey that we found, talking and laughing, until Robin had this so called brilliant idea. 

“Hey! Everyone get in here, we’re playing truth or dare,” she yelled, waving her arms around. We all sat ourselves in a circle, with me in between Steve and Robin. 

The game was slow, and weird, with drunken confessions of giant psychic powers made of exploded human, and fighting this thing off with fireworks in the old Starcourt mall. After all those weird lies, it took a weird turn. At this point in the game, it was my turn to answer, and I was absolutely terrified. 

“Dare” I told Nancy, and she rubbed her hands together menacingly like a cartoon villain. 

“You have to sit on Steve’s lap for the rest of the game.” Steve shot death glares at Nancy, but I was honestly too drunk to care about anything anymore, but not like, so drunk that I couldn’t understand what was going on. I knew that this was going to be a little weird, but after the beers, nothing could really make me embarrassed. I moved over and sat myself down on his lap, wiggling a bit to make myself comfortable. I threw it over to Jonathan and watched as he had to pretend he was a chicken, which was severely entertaining. Then it went back to Steve, and, like a wimp, chose truth. 

“If you had to choose anyone in Hawkins to sleep with right now, who would it be?” Jonathan asked, giving him a look. Steve was so visibly uncomfortable that I wanted to just hug him and tell him that it was all ok, but I didn’t think that that was appropriate at the time. His face was bright red and he was so nervous.

“Well come on, Steve, no one’s going to make fun of you”

“Don’t be so sure of that, Y/N. I am always going to make fun of Daddy Steve no matter what,” Robin said, laughing her ass off. 

“Daddy?” I said, wiggling my eyebrows at him. 

“It’s a thing I called myself once and now Robin can’t let it go,” He said, his face getting red hot yet again. I giggled in response. Jonathan quickly changed the subject though, back to the question at hand.

“Steve, stop avoiding the question,” He said, shaming him. 

“Can’t I, like, get another question or something? Please?” 

“What’s wrong, too scared?” I said, teasing him further.

“No, it’s just that my answer would make everything more awkward,” He said, scratching the back of his neck. 

That’s when the idea came into my head. What if he was talking about me? What if he liked me? My face grew red as well and everyone saw. 

“You know what, I’ll let you do something else, but you have no choice in what it is. You have to do it, you here me?”

“Yep, please, I will literally do anything,” Steve said, with a relieved look on his face. Jonathan’s eyes had this mischevious look in them, 

“As the actual teenagers that we are, I say that a little round of seven minutes in heaven is in order, specifically, you and Y/N,” Jonathan said. Steve’s face looked like he was going to explode.

“Fine, let’s go, Steve-o,” I said, and pulled him off the ground. I took his hand in mine and dragged him off to a closet in the house. Steve set the timer for seven minutes, and I closed the closet door.

“So, will you answer it now?”

“Answer what?” he said. He looked at me like I was the only girl in the world, like I was the only one who was important. In that moment, I already knew the answer to my question. It was me. I was that special girl in all of Hawkins.

“You know what, just show me instead,” I said, grabbing either side of his jacket and pulling him into a kiss. The kiss was slow, passionate and hungry, the perfect first kiss. His hand cupped my cheek, as mine moved to his hair. I was desperate, so very desperate for him. He was there, the boy, no, the man that I had had a crush on for so long, right there on top of me. We were so lost into eachother that we barely heard the watch go off.  Steve broke the kiss, and looked at me with disappointed eyes.

“I guess we have to leave,” he said, a hint of sadness in his voice mixing with the absolute lust. My hand goes for the doorhandle, and I began to open the door, but it wouldn’t budge.

“Guess we have more time than we thought,” I said, pulling my shirt off in one fluid motion. His eyes wandered over my chest, as he did the same. “Steve, there’s something else I have to tell you though.” His lips grazed over my collerbone, before planting kisses up and down my neck.His lips trailed upto my ear and whispered to me. 

“What is it? You can tell me anything.”

“I’ve never really done this before,” and with that he immediately pulled away from me. 

“If you don’t want to do this, just tell me,” he said, eyes full of concern.

“No, Steve, please, I want this so bad. Steve, I want you.”

He slowly kissed his way down me teasingly, not letting a single inch of me untouched. His hand snaked around me to undo my bra, unclasping it and then pulling it off. His lips made their way to my breasts, kissing them before taking my nipple in his mouth and sucking. I cried out softly, and Steve put his finger to my lips, shushing me.

“Babygirl, if you keep being so loud, everyone else is going to be able to here you,” he told me. I nodded, as he trailed lower and lower down me until he reached the apex of my thighs, unbuttoning my jeans and throwing them away from the two of us. His mouth hovered over my clothed core, before sucking my clit through the fabric of my panties. I bit my lip so hard that I could taste blood, trying to make sure I was doing what Steve told me. I felt his hands pull the thin fabric down my legs, and my eyes screwed shut in anticiopation. His lips ghosted over me, before making their way to my inner thigh, sucking and biting, leaving bruises in his wake. My hands fell to his hair, and tangled into this locks. Finally, he licked one long stripe up me, and then began to suck on my clit. In a feeble attempt to silence myself, I folded Steve’s belt and put it in my mouth to bite down. His mouth was driving me absolutely crazy, taking time to suck on my clit before delving into me. After a little bit, he replaced his tongue with his fingers, slipping one inside of me. It felt different than when I did it to myself, his fingers were so much bigger than mine, thicker and longer than my petite ones. It felt strange, and Steve let me get used to the feeling.

He looked up to me for confirmation, and I nodded, telling him that I was ok. He began to move his finger in and out of me, slowly, before picking up the pace.

He added a second, and I moaned out into the belt, the stretch burning, but feeling really good. He went slow again, letting me get used to it, and sucking on my clit once more to distract me from the burn. I couldn’t handle it, everything felt way too good. I came hard around his fingers, my walls clenching around him. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as moans hit the belt in my mouth. Steve continued to suck and lick at me, cleaning up my orgasm. 

Steve pulled the belt from my mouth, and replaced it with his own. The kiss was soft and delicate, like he was scared if he kissed me too hard, I would shatter in his arms. 

“Steve, I’ll be ok, please,” I begged, and he understood. He began to line himself up with me, and before he once again made sure I was ok. I nodded, and he slowly sunk into me. It burned inside of me, stretching me out and making my eyes water a little bit. Steve stopped, and looked at me with worry

“Y/N, I can stop if you want me too, “ he said, but I shook my head. 

“No, no, Steve, I’m ok, keep going,” I said, and he continued to push into me, until he was all the way in. He waited for me to get used to the feeling, rubbing at my clit to help with the pain. His lips attacked mine, kissing me deep, trying to distract me from it.

I broke the kiss, and looked him in the eye, and nodded once again, and he started to move. His thrusts were slow and deep, careful and caring. I moaned out in response and he saw that as encouragement. He picked up the pace, pushing in and out of me.

His lips captured mine once again, soft and sweet, and I melted into it, my legs wrapping around Steve’s waist, making his thrusts even deeper than before. He swallowed my loud moans into kisses, his hand going down once again to draw fast and tight circles on my clit. 

“Steve please, I’m going to again,” I panted out, and he kept going, and my vision blurred as I came hard around him. He quickly pulled out of me and came onto my stomach, his head falling back, and eyes squeezed shut. We were both tired, but nonetheless, Steve cleaned up my stomach with some napkins that were in the closet. He helped get me dressed, and got himself dressed as well. We both tried the door handle again but it wouldn’t budge, so Steve lied down, and I cuddled myself into his chest, with his arms curled around me. My eyes fluttered shut and my breathing slowed, just sitting there listening to his heartbeat. He must have thought I was asleep because I heard a voice, Steve trying not to wake me up.

“I love you so damn much, Y/N,” He muttered, and I turned my head to face him.

“I love you too, Steve, so damn much.”

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@mikey-putrid and I have this weird little desert town we created called Halflight and I want to share some of the character blurbs we wrote for the citizens

Notable Locations Within Halflight

-Halflight General Hospital

-Halflight Public Library

-Halflight Grammar School

-Halflight Town Hall

-The Flock and Feather

-Dragon's Keep Games and Comics

-Feline Good

-Pins N' Needles

-Ink Addicts

-Rose's Antiques

-Theodore's Oddities and Enchantments

-Kelly's Judo Club

-New to You

-Sunny Valley Nursing Home

Dr. Elsie O'Dalaigh, 54: The town's most beloved doctor. Her dry wit and eccentricities may put you off at first, but she's a very warm and wise woman and should you fall ill or find yourself hurt, you will be in good hands. She's originally from Dublin and has a fair number of stories to tell from her wild youth in Ireland. She has an affinity for all things macabre but especially spiders. You might find her dozing off on her porch swing or enjoying a cup of tea with a friend. You're always welcome to join her and her spouse for dinner.

Dr. Ivan Vasilevsky, 39: A sickly doctor who recently came to town from New York City because the air quality was better for his lungs. He's very brilliant but hardly friendly and very private. Because he's fairly well known, patients come from across the country seeking his care. The only person he seems friendly with is his nurse, Cameron.

Dr. Andre Jimenez, 34: An anthropomorphic parrot surgeon at Halflight General Hospital. He's a total social butterfly and loves to talk, talk, talk. He has trouble keeping secrets and falls into gossip frequently. He's well liked by all his colleagues, all but Dr. Vasilevsky that is.

Johnathan "Johnny" Ross, 20: A cowardly and sensitive young man with a passion for piercing. Though only an apprentice, he's very knowledgeable about body modification and keeps his own piercings immaculate. His motorcycle is also kept in pristine condition. He's also quite shy and is hardly ever seen without his girlfriend, Loretta.

Venus Estelle, 31: A laid back frilled lizard woman that claims to see the future through the smoke from her pipe. She's very transparent and sees no reason to keep secrets about herself. She has nothing to hide. She has a passion for music and plays drums in a local punk band, The Heart Electric.

Kaisei "Kai" Kelly, 56: A very stoic and serious judo instructor. His father was a boxer in Ireland and ever since childhood, Kai has been enthralled by martial arts. He fancies himself a train enthusiast and has a large collection of model trains in his home. His serious nature and brute strength can make him rather intimidating but his husband Rodney finds him cute. He visits his family in Kyoto every spring.

Rodney Kelly, 59: The gym teacher at Halflight Grammar School. Originally from Edinburgh and standing a diminutive 5'2", Rodney more than makes up for his height with personality. He's encouraging, kind, hyperactive and loud. Very, very loud. Fitness has always been an important part of his life, even at nearly 60. He does his best to make gym class a fun place for all instead of a source of bullying and stress for those who don't like team sports.

Jeremy Fox, 19: A brilliant college student neck deep in conspiracy theories. He's very paranoid and distrusting, often to his detriment. He wants to prove to his professors that aliens exist though none of them will give him the time of day. When he isn't studying or trying to prove his theories, he can be found practicing his bass guitar or stargazing. He and his older sister like to unwind by smoking pot and watching sci-fi movies. He's one of Johnny's closest friends.

Jodie Fox, 23: Jeremy's cheerful, supportive yet ditzy older sister and roomate. She let him move in with her after their parents kicked him out for being gay. She doesn't understand a lot of what he talks about but she's happy he's passionate about something. Her bedroom is filled with Care Bears merchandise and colorful collectibles. She's rarely seen without her sticker covered roller skates. The two siblings live in the apartment right above Johnny and Loretta.

Sunny McIntyre, 30: An anthro horse gym rat and fitness trainer. Her cheerfulness is contagious and her motherly nature makes her easy to talk to. Her thick southern drawl might make it hard to understand her though. She always looks on the bright side and doesn't have a pessimistic bone in her body. In addition to being a die hard Bon Jovi fan, she enjoys fishing, hiking and hunting. She also hosts a transgender support group at her house.

Junichiro Oguma, 46: An overworked and underpaid pharmacy technician. Though very good at what he does, he isn't really a people person. He's rather grumpy and has little patience for foolishness. He's infamously difficult to work with due to his perfectionism. He holds himself to ridiculously high standards and gets upset easily when he fails to meet his own expectations. His wit is drier than the desert itself.

Edward Dowler, 68: A retired illustrator living comfortably at the Sunny Valley Nursing Home. He takes his sketchbook everywhere and may sheepishly ask you if you would mind posing for a portrait. He's a gentle soul and a firm believer in the power of pacifism. He's very close to his adopted daughter and three grandsons.

Joanne Lawrence, 47: The owner of Joanne's Diner. She bought the place almost 20 years ago and turned it into a comfortable, 1950's style diner popular among bikers and travelers. She's very blunt and hates wasting time but if you treat her well, she'll treat you well. Threaten her livelihood however and you will pay dearly. Regulars might call her Mama because she takes such good care of them.

Dennis "Moose" Bowen, 52: The cook at Joanne's. He's a people pleaser and will do whatever a customer asks to make sure they enjoy their meal. Hearing someone say they didn't like his food is like a knife through the heart. He prefers to stay in the background and not call too much attention to himself. Joanne calls him Moose because of his large size.

Hilda "Mouse" Calhoun, 21: A demon waitress at Joanne's. Contrary to what you might believe, she's very down to earth and sweet. She's not here for souls or bringing you to damnation, she just wants to serve pancakes and save money for beauty school. Her petite build makes her the Mouse to Dennis's Moose.

Wally Mack, unknown but born before 1956, mentally and physically around 21-24: A living humanoid shadow that can usually be found on a wall at Joanne's. He's chatty and perky and loves to dance. He's able to interact with others through their shadows. If Wally was to touch your shadow's shoulder, you would feel it. He likes to play harmless pranks on Dennis.

Tiffany "Tiff" Cain, 25: An anthropomorphic eagle bartender at her father's restaurant, The Flock and Feather. She also volunteers to work with children with special needs on weekends. She's very patient and a daredevil at heart. Her straightforward, casual attitude makes guests comfortable and keeps them coming back. She may be seen skateboarding around town.

Hisao Nakajima-Stewart, 33: The recently appointed head librarian at Halflight Public Library. He's rather sarcastic and moody but becoming a father has softened him up. He's very passionate about high fantasy and hosts Dungeons and Dragons sessions at his house every week. He spoils his chihuahua, Kotori, rotten with all kinds of pretty dresses and toys. He loves his husband, daughter and newborn son dearly.

Delwyn Morgane, 29: An employee at Dragon's Keep Games and Comics. When his shift ends, he dons a full suit of armor and obsessively hunts down dragons, or at least tries to. He's yet to actually kill a dragon. He's quite handsome but has a few screws loose. He plays Dungeons and Dragons with Hisao and friends every Thursday night.

Klaus Brunsvold, 70: A quiet and hardworking man originally from Norway. English is not his first language but he's slowly improving thanks to his coworkers. Though he might look imposing, his warm smile puts people at ease right away. He works at the cat cafe, Feline Good, as a barista and gleefully serves customers fattigman and slices of ostekake. Goria says he has "big grandpa energy".

Jonas Ostergard, 61: A blunt, reclusive man that's easily recognized by his towering height and voracious appetite. Standing 8'2" in comparison to his wife's tiny 5', he's one of many oddities in this town. He's absolutely enthralled by zombies and robots and fills notebooks with detailed diagrams regarding them. He's often seen at the Flock and Feather, chatting up a storm with his friend Tiff. He has autism, ADHD and intellectual disabilities.

Jamie De Luna, 18: A scrawny young man enamored with anime and martial arts. He's a bit hotheaded and immature but nonetheless determined to become an MMA fighter. His younger sister Tala is his biggest fan and supports her nerdy big brother all the way. He loves cheesy kung fu movies and takes them very seriously. He thinks very highly of his judo teacher Kai and seems to think of him as a father figure.

Goria Stout, 15: A high school student and part of Hisao's Dungeons and Dragons group. She's partially an ogre, 25% to be exact, and admires her ogre grandfather greatly. However, at the same time, part of her has been made to feel ashamed of her pointed ears and blue skin. She's rather lazy and self centered, but occasionally shows a more warm side. She wants to study magic and become a feared sorceress but just doesn't have the natural ability to do so. She frequents the comic shop and is the only one that believes in Delwyn's quest to slay a dragon.

Wesley Eldridge, 19: The bratty and materialistic son of billionaires left to play in mommy and daddy's mansion. His parents are constantly traveling the world, so he spends his days lazing about and relishing his family's wealth. He's notoriously snobbish and will have no part in anything, or anyone, he deems beneath him. He's had a fondness for unicorns since he was a child and even owns a purebred Irish unicorn named Divinity Diamond. He's very protective of her and has no qualms about sending his guards after you if you dare harm her.

Renwick Ozul, 25: E-boy and aspiring model with a sour disposition. He's distrusting of others and keeps people at a distance, except for his close friend Missy. Despite his cold and calculating online persona, he's quite insecure and struggles with his body image. He can be rather rude and nasty but has his moments of vulnerability and kindness.

Chelsea Montgomery, 23: A quiet young woman who keeps to herself. Some people say she fades into the background. She's very creative and resourceful, cleverly finding solutions to most problems she faces. Her interests include anime, cosplay, drawing and video games. She's great with kids and would like to be an art teacher one day.

Dallas Silvers, 27: A monster hunter and unofficial sheriff of Halflight. She's bold and quick witted, outsmarting any beast that threatens the town and quickly subduing it or killing it. Her talent with a rifle is nigh unmatched in town. She's the second oldest of 11 children and adores her older brother, the bounty hunter Smokey Silvers. She finds it difficult to be open about her feelings but loves her family dearly.

(Characters below belong to my friend @mikey-putrid, follow him he's cool)

Brody Erickson-O'Dalaigh, 47: The town's resident maternal figure and unofficial monster hunter (or befriender, really). Their spunky, adventurous attitude often gets them into shenanigans, but they always manage to pull themself out. They are kind and loving towards everyone. No matter who or what you are, you are always invited to Brody's for a nice meal.

Landon Borowick, 26: Brody's, often unwilling, sidekick and a security guard at the local mall. He's a cowardly young man who would rather stay home and get stoned, but thinks of Brody as his hero and therefore ends up getting dragged along on their adventures. Despite his fearful nature, Landon is a physically intimidating person who will do anything to help a friend.

Darcy Cooper, 16: A rough and tumble student at Halflight Grammar School. Darcy moved to Halflight with her mother to open up a bakery, which doubles as their home, and she often makes deliveries on her bike. Her warm and friendly personality helps her to make friends easily. Usually covered in bandages, Darcy loves practicing stunts on her skateboard, as well as watching anime and playing video games.

Loretta Sims, 20: Johnny's girlfriend, aspiring cryptozoologist and collecter of cool antiques. Loretta is shy and timid, preferring to blend into the background and not draw attention to herself. She loves spending time in the forest and working on her ever growing scrapbook. She's never far from her beloved boyfriend.

Cameron Payette, 28: A nurse at Halflight General Hospital and Dr. Vasilevsky's live in assistant. Having grown up with 15 disabled and ill siblings, Cameron has developed a love of helping people, keeping them healthy and cheering them up with a silly song on their trusty ukelele. During their off time, they enjoy video games and sci-fi movies.

#oc #original character #long fucking post

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Pharrell Williams

Pharrell Lanscilo Williams (born April 5, 1973) is an American singer, rapper, songwriter, record producer, fashion designer, and entrepreneur. Williams and Chad Hugo formed the record production duo The Neptunes in 1994, producing hip hop and R&B music. He is the lead vocalist of the band N*E*R*D, which he formed with Hugo and childhood friend Shay Haley. Williams also owns I Am Other, a multimedia creative collective that serves as an umbrella for all of Pharrell Williams' endeavors, including Billionaire Boys Club.

Williams released his first solo single, "Frontin'", in 2003 and followed it with his debut solo album, In My Mind, in 2006. His second album, Girl, was released in March 2014 and included the commercially successful single "Happy". As part of the Neptunes, Williams has produced numerous singles for various recording artists. Williams featured on Daft Punk's "Get Lucky" which reached the top ten in the music charts of over 32 countries, and has sold more than 9.3 million copies, making it one of the best-selling singles of all time. The song won Record of the Year and Best Pop Duo/Group Performance at the 56th Grammy Awards.

Williams has received numerous accolades and nominations; he has won 13 Grammy Awards, including three as Producer of the Year, Non-Classical (one came as a member of The Neptunes). He is also a two-time Academy Award nominee, receiving a 2014 Best Original Song nomination for "Happy" (which was featured in Despicable Me 2) and a 2017 Best Picture nomination as one of the producers of Hidden Figures.

Early life

Pharrell Lanscilo Williams was born on April 5, 1973, in Virginia Beach, Virginia, the oldest of three sons of Pharaoh Williams, a handyman, and his wife Carolyn, a teacher. His roots extend for generations in Virginia and North Carolina, and one of his ancestors journeyed to West Africa in 1831, prompting other relatives to emigrate from America to Liberia in 1832.

Williams met Chad Hugo in a seventh-grade summer band camp where Williams played the keyboards and drums and Hugo played tenor saxophone. They were also both members of a marching band; Williams played the snare drum while Hugo was drum major. Williams and Hugo attended Princess Anne High School where he played in the school band; there Pharrell got the name Skateboard P. Hugo attended Kempsville High School. In the MTV show When I Was 17, Williams stated that he was a nerd and often did things that made him stand out from most of his peers. Williams attended Northwestern University for two years before dropping out.

In the early 1990s, Hugo and Williams formed a four-piece "R&B-type" group, the Neptunes, with friends Shay Haley and Mike Etheridge. They later entered a high school talent show where they were discovered by Teddy Riley, whose studio was next to Princess Anne High School. After graduating from high school, the group signed with Riley.

Career

1992–97: Early career

Through working with Riley, Williams went on to write a verse and help produce for Wreckx-N-Effect's 1992 hit "Rump Shaker". That same year, he also performed a small rap solo on SWV's second hit, "Right Here (UK Remix)". Williams and Hugo met rap duo Clipse in Virginia Beach in 1993, where they later signed to Arista Records through Williams' Star Trak Entertainment imprint in 2002. In 1994, Hugo and Williams had established themselves as a production duo under their old name "The Neptunes", and assistant-produced "Tonight's The Night" from Blackstreet's self-titled album. Over the next three years they continued to produce occasionally, and some of the results had little resemblance to the Neptunes' sound later. However, some like Mase's 1997 song "Lookin' at Me" from his album Harlem World, and the most definite beginning of the distinctive "Neptunes sound", came with N.O.R.E's "Superthug" in 1998, reaching number 36 on the Billboard Hot 100, and gaining them widespread attention for the first time.

1998–2004: The Neptunes

In 2000, they produced the song "I Just Wanna Love U (Give It 2 Me)" (featuring a chorus by Pharrell himself) for Jay Z's album The Dynasty: Roc La Familia, which released as the album's first single. The song's sound and success sparked the interest of maturing pop artistBritney Spears.

In 2001, Britney Spears released her third studio album, Britney, featuring the lead single "I'm a Slave 4 U", which was produced by The Neptunes. The song was a defining hit in both of their careers, and it was The Neptunes' first time having helped create an album that debuted number one in the Billboard 200. The same year, N.E.R.D, consisting of Williams, Hugo and Haley, released their first album, In Search of..., in Europe, where the first Kelis album was better received. The album sounded very much like their previous production work; the group decided that they should make their work as N.E.R.D sound different, and re-recorded the album with the rock band Spymob.

In 2002 their re-produced album was released worldwide, and the Neptunes reached number one in the U.S. with Nelly's single, "Hot in Herre". In August of the same year, the Neptunes were named "Producers of the Year" at both the Source Awards and the Billboard Music Awards. Clipse released their commercial debut album Lord Willin' in August 2002. The album started at number one on the Billboard Top R&B/Hip-Hop Albums chart and number four on the Billboard 200, fueled by its first two singles, "Grindin'" and "When the Last Time", which peaked at number 34 and number 19 respectively on the Billboard Hot 100.

The Neptunes released a self-credited album called The Neptunes Present... Clones in 2003, with songs and remixes from various artists. This topped the U.S. Billboard 200 Albums Chart. The Neptunes and Williams specifically were also kept in public eye largely due to ties with Jay Z, producing several hit singles for him and two tracks on his The Black Album. The track "Frontin'" was a big hit. A survey in August 2003 found the Neptunes produced almost 20 percent of songs played on British radio at the time, and a survey in the US had them at 43 percent. The same year, the Neptunes remixed the Daft Punk song "Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger" for the duo's poorly received remix album Daft Club. The track also had a brief rap section performed by Williams.

N.E.R.D's second studio album, Fly or Die, was released in March 2004. Williams's rock credentials were further bolstered by his appearance at the 2004 Grammy Awards, performing the Beatles's "I Saw Her Standing There" on drums with Sting, Dave Matthews, and Vince Gill. Williams received two Grammy Awards that night, one for Producer of the Year, Non-Classical, and another for Best Pop Vocal Album for his work on Justin Timberlake's hit album Justified. They also gained their first UK number one, again with Nelly, and "Flap Your Wings".

In September 2004, Williams was featured on the Snoop Dogg single "Drop It Like It's Hot." The song would eventually peak at number one on the Billboard Hot 100 two months later, marking Williams's first number one single in the United States. The song was named "Rap Song of the Decade" by Billboard in 2009.

In November 2004, Gwen Stefani released her first debut studio album Love. Angel. Music. Baby. which featured the song Hollaback Girl, which was also produced by The Neptunes. "Hollaback Girl" entered the Billboard Hot 100 at number 82 on the issue dated April 2, 2005, and within six weeks of its release, it had reached the top of the chart, becoming Stefani's first US number one.

2005–09: In My Mind

On September 9, 2005, Williams performed the opening single from his first solo album In My Mind, "Can I Have It Like That", featuring Gwen Stefani. The single did poorly in the US, reaching only number 48. It fared better in the UK, reaching number three. Between then and the July 25, 2006 release of In My Mind, he released "Angel" (in Europe only), and later "Number One" with Kanye West. Several songs leaked to the internet before the album release, most notably "Mamacita" featuring Daddy Yankee, which was subsequently cut from the final version. "That Girl" featuring Snoop Dogg was the final single.

In 2006, the Neptunes produced Clipse's second album, Hell Hath No Fury. Most critics labeled the album the Neptunes best production in years, and put the duo back in the charts. A year later, Williams collaborated with Madonna, on the song "Hey You", which was available for download on the MSN website. 25 cents for each of the first one million downloads was donated to the Alliance for Climate Protection, in support of Live Earth. Later that year, Williams performed songs at the Concert for Diana on July 1, 2007. On July 7, he performed at the Brazilian leg of Live Earth in Rio de Janeiro.

A remix album of Williams's solo debut, In My Mind, titled Out of My Mind, was recorded with his newly formed band "The Yessirs" featuring Questlove of the Roots, and was produced by Questlove and keyboardist James Poyser. However, Williams's record label Interscope Records did not think that the album would sell well and subsequently was shelved. The album has built up a strong fanbase asking for its release. The tracks started appearing on Questlove's MySpace, and with every 10,000 plays, a new song was made available. As of July 4, 2007, the full CD has leaked onto the internet along with two songs not featured on In My Mind: a remix of "Mamacita" and "Creamsickle".

Williams produced Beyoncé's version of "Diamonds Are a Girl's Best Friend". He then wrote the Neptunes-produced "Why Should I Be Sad" on Britney Spears' fifth studio album, Blackout. He also produced two songs from the Hives' album, The Black and White Album, titled "Well All Right!" and "T.H.E.H.I.V.E.S.".

In April 2008, Madonna released her eleventh album, Hard Candy, which featured vocals from Williams and production from the Neptunes on several tracks. In June, an article in NME revealed that Williams was very interested in producing the Strokes' fourth album. Later that year, Williams worked on a remix album for Maroon 5's Call & Response.

Williams continued working with a variety of artists, including Shakira on the songs 'Did It Again', 'Why Wait', 'Good Stuff' and 'Long Time' for her sixth studio album, She Wolf. In September 2009, Williams was credited as a co-writer and producer of the song "Fresh Out the Oven" for Jennifer Lopez. It was released as a buzz single from Lopez's seventh studio album Love?. The following month, Williams made a guest appearance on French rapper Uffie's first album, which arrived in early 2010. In late 2009, Williams worked with the rapper Game on his fourth studio album, The R.E.D. Album.

2010–12: Despicable Me and collaborations

In July 2010, Williams composed the soundtrack to the movie Despicable Me, produced by Hans Zimmer and recorded with the Hollywood Studio Symphony. In October 2010, Williams and his group N.E.R.D supported Gorillaz on their Escape to Plastic Beach World Tour. On the tour, Damon Albarn recorded a song with Williams but this was not featured on Gorillaz's album, The Fall. The following month, N.E.R.D released their fourth studio album Nothing through Williams' label Star Trak. In late 2011, Williams worked on three tracks for Mike Posner's second album Sky High.

In 2011, Williams collaborated with singer Adam Lambert, co-writing two tracks for Lambert's album Trespassing, which was released in May 2012, including the title track and "Kickin' In".

Williams collaborated with Pittsburgh rapper Mac Miller on the Pink Slime EP. The first track, "Onaroll" was followed by "Glow". It was produced by Williams, with vocals from Mac Miller.

Williams composed and produced the music for the 84th Academy Awards alongside composer Hans Zimmer. He also collaborated with Miley Cyrus on her album Bangerz and composed the new intro music for Chelsea Lately in 2012. He later contributed four tracks to The Game's California Republic mixtape called "When My Niggas Come Home" and "It Must be Tough"; produced two tracks on Usher's 2012 seventh studio album, Looking 4 Myself, titled "Twisted" and "Hot Thing"; collaborated with Mika on his new track "Celebrate"; co-produced the tracks "Sweet Life" and "Golden Girl" from Frank Ocean's debut album Channel Orange; and is working with Solange Knowles on her third studio album.

2013–14: Despicable Me 2, "Blurred Lines", "Get Lucky", Girl and international fame

Williams was featured on Daft Punk's fourth studio album, Random Access Memories, on the songs "Get Lucky" and "Lose Yourself to Dance." In addition, Williams contributed to Azealia Banks's debut studio album Broke with Expensive Taste, featuring on the song "ATM Jam". Williams penned three new original songs, included alongside composer Heitor Pereira's score, for the sequel Despicable Me 2. These were "Just a Cloud Away", "Happy", and "Scream" (featuring CeeLo Green). His two original songs from the first film were also reprised on the soundtrack – "Despicable Me" and "Fun, Fun, Fun". He also participated in the drummer sessions of the soundtrack of Man of Steel by Hans Zimmer.

In March 2013, Robin Thicke's single "Blurred Lines" – written and produced by Williams – was released. The song peaked at number one on the Billboard Hot 100, and reaching number one in 13 more countries including the United Kingdom and Germany. It was Williams's third Billboard Hot 100 number one single. On June 29, 2013, Williams became the 12th artist in the chart's history to simultaneously hold the number one and two positions with "Blurred Lines" and "Get Lucky", respectively.

As of July 2013 there had been only 137 singles in UK chart history to have sold more than 1 million copies; that month, Williams scored two million-sellers with "Get Lucky" and "Blurred Lines". In August 2013, Busta Rhymes talked about an unreleased "documentary album" by Williams where he talks about "inner-city strife and hardship". In November 2013, Williams released the first 24-hour music video to his Despicable Me 2 collaboration song, "Happy". Guest appearances included Magic Johnson, Steve Carell, Jimmy Kimmel, Jamie Foxx, Odd Future, Miranda Cosgrove, Janelle Monáe, and many others. It has received approximately 5.5 million views as of Christmas Day, 2013. The music video for the song is nominated for Best Male Video and Video of the Year at the 2014 MTV Video Music Awards.

It was announced in December 2013 that Williams had been nominated for seven Grammy Awards, including Producer of the Year. In the same month, a press release from Columbia Records announced that Williams had signed a contract with the label and would be releasing an album in 2014, entitled Girl, featuring the single "Happy" from the Despicable Me 2 soundtrack. For "Happy", Williams was nominated for the Academy Award for Best Original Song. In February 2014, Major Lazer announced they would be releasing a five-track EP titled Apocalypse Soon on the 25th of that month. The EP, released via Mad Decent and Secretly Canadian, features Williams and Sean Paul, among others. The first single off the EP, which features Williams, is titled "Aerosol Can". Williams contributed a verse to Future's February 2014 single "Move That Dope", which also featured Pusha T and Casino over production from Mike Will Made It.

On February 18, Williams announced via Twitter that his second album, Girl would be released on March 3, 2014. At the 86th Academy Awards on March 2, 2014, Williams's song "Happy" lost to "Let It Go" from Frozen. Afterwards, when GQ magazine asked Williams "how badly" did he want the Oscar, he responded: "When they read the results, my face was...frozen. But then I thought about it, and I just decided just to...let it go." At the Oscar Awards that same year, he wore a controversial outfit consisting of a tuxedo with shorts.

The Dear Girl Tour was a European concert tour, in support of his second studio album, Girl. It was Williams's first solo tour since 2006. In May 2014, Williams received an Innovator Award at the iHeartRadio Music Awards.

2014–present: The Voice, Something in the Water and other ventures

On March 31, 2014, Williams was announced as a new coach for the seventh season of The Voice, replacing CeeLo Green. On May 18, 2015, Team Pharrell had 16-year-old Sawyer Fredericks win the eighth season of The Voice. In June 2014, it was announced that Williams would make a guest appearance on the docu-series Sisterhood of Hip Hop. Williams was the executive producer of Atlanta rapper T.I.'s ninth studio album, Paperwork, which was released on October 21, 2014 by Grand Hustle and Columbia Records. In May 2014, Williams curated an art show named after his album, Girl, at the Galerie Perrotin in Paris, France. The show included 37 artists including Takashi Murakami, JR, Daniel Arsham, and Marina Abramovic among others." Comme des Garçons developed a unisex fragrance with Williams scheduled for release in late 2014. Kaws designed the bottle artwork.

In January 2015, Williams and Al Gore announced that they are teaming up to create a 7-continent "Live Earth" concert on June 18 to raise awareness about and pressure governments to act on climate change. He is the musical director. On February 8, 2015, Williams made a cameo in an episode of The Simpsons entitled "Walking Big & Tall" where he comes to Springfield to write a new anthem for the town. Williams recorded three songs for the soundtrack to the animated film The SpongeBob Movie: Sponge Out of Water. He also recorded a song "Shine" with Gwen Stefani for the Paddington movie. At the 2015 Grammy Awards Williams performed an orchestral rendition of "Happy" with composer Hans Zimmer and pianist Lang Lang that included a tribute to the Black Lives Matter "Hands Up, Don't Shoot" movement inspired by Eric Garner's death and the events in Ferguson, Missouri. In 2015, a unanimous jury determined that Williams's 2013 hit song "Blurred Lines" was an infringement of the 1977 Marvin Gaye song "Got to Give It Up". The jury awarded the Gaye family $7.4 million in damages for the copyright infringement based on profits generated.

In October 2015, the Tisch School of the Arts at New York University named Williams as their artist-in-residence. He gave the 2017 commencement address at NYU and received an honorary degree on May 17, 2017.

Also in October 2015, Williams announced that he will perform with a gospel choir on Sunday, November 1, at Emanuel AME Church in Charleston, South Carolina, where nine black parishioners were shot and killed on June 17, 2013. This is part of a program on race relations being produced by A+E Networks and iHeartMedia. Williams plans to speak with community leaders and others affected by the shooting, which dominated the U.S. news media for several days. The two-hour Shining a Light: A Concert for Progress on Race in America program is scheduled to air November 20, and will also feature a concert to be filmed November 18 in Los Angeles. A goal of the program is to raise money for the victims of racial violence and for organizations around the country working to promote racial equity.

In March 2019, Williams and the city of Virginia Beach announced the launch of a three-day music and cultural festival titled Something in the Water, to be held during College Beach Weekend, April 26–28, on the Virginia Beach Oceanfront. The festival, created by Williams as a solution to years of violence on the Oceanfront associated with the aforementioned College Beach Weekend, also featured activities such as an Adidas Creator Park; conferences on technology, racial equality, and the music industry; and a pop-up church service featuring 20 local churches and performances by nationally renowned Gospel artists such as Kirk Franklin and Mary Mary. The festival featured solo performances by Travis Scott, SZA, J Balvin, Chris Brown, Anderson .Paak, Jhené Aiko, Kaytranada, Pusha T, Charlie Wilson, Teddy Riley, D.R.A.M., Rosalía, A$AP Ferg, and Mac DeMarco, in addition to the "Pharrell and Friends" set that closed the festival's second day, featuring Williams and a lineup of guests, including Jay-Z, Snoop Dogg, Diddy, Missy Elliott, Timbaland, Usher, N.E.R.D., Busta Rhymes, and Tyler, the Creator. Additional guest appearances during the festival's final day included Trey Songz, Fabolous, Lil Duval and members of SWV and BLACKstreet. Acts such as the Dave Matthews Band, Migos, Janelle Monáe, and Lil Uzi Vert were slated to perform on Friday, August 26, but were cancelled due to severe thunderstorms.

Williams produced five songs for Walt Disney Pictures's The Lion King, marking his third collaboration with composer Hans Zimmer.

Influences

In the past, Williams has stated that he does not have any direct musical influences, but he has expressed his admiration for several musicians, including Michael Jackson, J Dilla, Stevie Wonder, Donny Hathaway, Marvin Gaye, Rakim, Q-Tip and David Bowie. Williams explained that A Tribe Called Quest's debut album, People's Instinctive Travels and the Paths of Rhythm, caused a "turning point" in his life, which "made him see that music was art".

Business ventures

In May 2012, Williams launched I am OTHER, a multimedia creative collective and record label. I am OTHER also serves as an umbrella for his additional business endeavors, including a dedicated YouTube channel and apparel/textile lines.

In 2005, Williams partnered with Japanese fashion icon Nigo to create the streetwear brands Billionaire Boys Club and Ice Cream footwear. Billionaire Boys Club has flagship store in SoHo, New York City and an official Ice Cream store in Tokyo, Japan. Several stores that retail Billionaire Boys Club and Ice Cream clothing exist across North America, the United Kingdom and Europe, as well as Asia and the Middle East. Pharrell and Nigo went on to launch the Billionaire Girls Club.

In 2008, Williams co-designed a series of jewelry ("Blason") and glasses for Louis Vuitton. He has also worked on furniture with Emmanuel Perrotin and a French manufacturer, Domeau & Pérès. One of his works, a molded plastic seat with human legs, was created because he "wanted to know what it was like to be in love." The chair depicts a sexual scene with a pair of female legs and male legs.

In 2009, Williams unveiled a collaborative sculpture with Takashi Murakami at Art Basel, which spoke to the metaphor of value.

In May 2011, it was announced that Williams would serve as Creative Director of KarmaloopTV alongside founder and CEO Greg Selkoe and former AMC president Katie McEnroe.

On August 1, 2011, Williams launched his new YouTube channel, "i am OTHER" as part of YouTube's $100 million original channel initiative.

In August 2013, Williams created a line of sunglasses for Moncler called "Moncler Lunettes". In 2014, Williams entered a long-term partnership with Adidas. His Adidas NMD "Human Race" collection was released on July 23, 2016. In February 2014, Williams announced a collaboration between G-Star Raw and his textile company Bionic Yarn called "RAW for the Oceans," a collection of denim made from recycled plastic that is found in the ocean. The project was presented at the American Museum of Natural History in New York City.Williams later appeared on a cover designed by French artist Grégoire Guillemin of New York-based men fashion magazine Adon, covering the collaboration. Williams released a collection for retail giant Uniqlo in April 2014 entitled "i am OTHER". It was created with Nigo, creative director of UT, the company's T-shirt division.

In June 2014, artist collective Rizzoli published a book by FriendsWithYou, We Are Friends With You, that featured contributions from Williams, Alejandro Jodorowsky, and Peter Doroshenko.

Williams was the executive producer of the 2015 crime comedy-drama film Dope.

Williams co-composed the score for The Amazing Spider-Man 2 with Hans Zimmer, Johnny Marr, Michael Einziger and David A. Stewart.

Williams owns a non-profit organization called "From One Hand To AnOTHER" (FOHTA). FOHTA is an educational foundation. According to its website, its mission is to "change the world one kid at a time by giving them the tools and resources to meet their unique potential". FOHTA's vision is to modernize the community center concept by empowering kids to learn through new technologies, arts, media and motivation.

In 2017, Pharell Williams designed a 1000 euro sneaker in collaboration with Chanel and Adidas.

Verizon partnered with Williams on April 26, 2019, to launch a tech-fused music curriculum in a nationwide Verizon Foundation Learning schools. The education organization under Verizon Foundation works toward providing free technology, internet access, technology-focused curriculum to under-resourced middle schools.

Personal life

Williams married his longtime girlfriend, model/designer Helen Lasichanh, on October 12, 2013. They have a son, Rocket Williams, born in 2008. The Despicable Me song "Rocket's Theme" was written in honor of his son. In September 2016, they announced that they are expecting another child. In January 2017, the couple welcomed triplets.

In 2005, Williams was voted "Best Dressed Man in the World" by Esquire. He is a fan of the science fiction series Star Trek, as indicated by his consistent use of the Vulcan salute to signify his label name, Star Trak. Williams is a skateboarder and has a half-pipe inside his home.

Williams is building a $35 million afterschool center in his hometown Virginia Beach. His charity "From One Hand To AnOTHER'" is a foundation developed for youth between the ages of 7 and 20 in at-risk communities throughout the country.

In 2015, Williams bought a home in Laurel Canyon, Los Angeles.

Williams says he now regrets being associated with the song "Blurred Lines".

Williams offered internships to 114 Harlem High School students. All the 114 Harlem High School students have been accepted to colleges and the purpose of Williams's donation was for the purpose of helping the students become the next leaders to bring about change. Williams stated the mission of the program by saying:

"History will confirm it – we are in the midst of another Harlem Renaissance." Promise Academy High School commencement speaker guaranteed the #ClassOf2019 with A-list internships at the end of their freshman year of college so they can begin their paths to successful careers.

Discography

Solo albums

In My Mind (2006)

Girl (2014)

Collaboration albumsWith N.E.R.D

In Search Of... (2002)

Fly or Die (2004)

Seeing Sounds (2008)

Nothing (2010)

No One Ever Really Dies (2017)

With The Neptunes

The Neptunes Present...Clones (2003)

Filmography

Despicable Me (2010) – Composer

Despicable Me 2 (2013) – Composer

The Voice (2014–16) – Himself

Popstar: Never Stop Never Stopping (2016) – Himself

Hidden Figures (2016) – Producer, composer

Despicable Me 3 (2017) – Composer

The Grinch (2018) – Narrator

Tours

Dear Girl Tour (2014)

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CHARACTER SHEET.   

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basics  !

full name.      Remy Etienne LeBeau   /     Gambit.  nickname.     Le Diable Blanc,  Gumbo, Swamp boy, Swamp rat,   Ragin' Cajun,  monsieur baguette, Death.  gender.     cis   Male height.     6‘ 1″‘    ( 185 cm .  ) age.     34  (main verse.) birthday.   ? ? ? zodiac.     ? ? ? spoken languages.    English,  French, Spanish, Japanese, some ancient languages.   

physical characteristics  !

hair color.    Dark brown. (Lightens and reddens in the sunlight.) eye color.     Deep red with black sclera.  skin tone.     Fairly tanned, doesn’t usually burn.  body type.     lean   && muscular   accent.   His original accent if from New Orleans && NOT cajun. However, once he’s adopted by the LeBeau clan, young Remy begins to mimic their accent in hopes of connecting better with his new family. As an adult, he has a soft Cajun accent, (softer due to years living in the north with the x - man.) dominant hand.     ambidextrous. posture.    Straight, though he does a lot of leaning. (Against walls, leaning back on his chairs.) scars.     A small scar on his forehead from where he was shot. (Almost undetectable, unless under the light.) His fingers and hands are scarred with burn marks, from when he lost control of his power. His chest && stomach are riddled with scars. Remy has in the past used his own body to smuggle in things he can charge when he knew he was walking into a trap.) tattoos.     none,    most noticeable feature.   His eyes, they look like demon eyes && he grew up in a catholic community. 

childhood  !

place of birth.   New Orleans. Louisiana hometown.      New Orleans, he lived there till he was banished at 18, && ended up settling with the X men new york.  first words.     He doesn’t know. (Remy was raised on the streets by a street gang. Though I wouldn’t put it past being something like devil (devil boy, since that, was what they called him.) siblings.    Henry (Adopted older brother, deceased.)   Etienne  (Adopted Cousin, like a younger brother, also deceased.)    Laura Kinney (Younger sister figure.)  Jubilation Lee (younger sister figure.)

Parents.    Jean Luc LeBeau (Adopted father.) parental  involvement.    Jean Luc stole Remy from the hospital after his parents abandoned him but left him with a gang of street thief until he was adopted at age 8. Once adopted Jean luc taught Remy in was of the thieves, && while he might love Remy like a son, he still uses him to further the guild's plans.  Their relationship is bittersweet because Remy is grateful for being adopted && loved but...he also feels manipulated && like he has to reject a part of himself in order to live up to what Jean Luc wanted. 

adult life  !

occupation.    Mutant Teacher, X - Man,  Head of the Thieves Guild.   current residence.     new   york   city.      He owns several apartments in the city, he used to live at the boathouse in the X mansion.  close friends.      Ororo Munroe  (Storm.)  Laura Kinney (Wolverine.)  Bella Donna,   Fence,  Anna Marie (Rogue)  Dr Cecilia Reyes,  Jessan Hoan (Tyger Tiger) felicia hardy (Black Cat..)   Ziva King, Clint Barton. (Hawkeye.) Pete Wisdom.  relationship status.    verse  dependent   //   Married.  financial status.     Very Wealthy // But he’s still considered working class. Most of Remy's money is tired into the thieves guild, && his set of skills means he can always acquire necessary funds. ((His only honest income comes from teaching, so while he doesn't earn that much, he is the head of a criminal organisation and has access to a lot of funds.) driver’s license.   He has several under different names, some with contacts that make his eyes look more human.  criminal record.     he’s been on the most wanted list quite a few times but he’s never been arrested, so while he’s on watch lists, there’s no proof to arrest him. (Especially without causing conflict between humans && mutants.) vices.     Gambler, thief, smoker, when not in a relationship, Remy is known to have a lot of one night stands, && several friends with benefits. 

sex & romance  !

sexual orientation.    bisexual. romantic orientation.     biromantic  preferred emotional role.     submissive  |  dominant  |  switch preferred sexual role.    submissive  |  dominant  |  switch  |  sex repulsed. libido.   Very high, Remy is very sexual and expresses his feelings through touch.  turn on’s.     Bondage, kisses, touching the back of his neck, light touches, self-confidence,  quick wit.  turn off’s.     ignorance, bigotry,  cold-blooded killers, mystique!!  anyone calling him daddy (he’s not into that.) love language.     Touching, he likes to be touched, he likes to touch && he expresses himself through touch.  relationship tendencies.     Remy doesn't enter into committed relationships easily, but once he’s committed he finds it hard to move on, to give up. Even if they aren’t in the best place it’s very rare that Remy would just walk away without trying. He wants to be loved, but he’s scared of rejection && has so many abandonment issues.  He’s also quite the romantic. 

miscellaneous !

character’s theme song.    Devil Like Me  /  Rainbow kitten surprise.  hobbies to pass the time.    Reading, watching movies. (He’s a massive fandom nerd.) Basketball, (He’s very good at it.) Cooking, gambling, dating, motorbike riding,  mental illnesses.      untreated ptsd, (comes in the form of survivors guilt && self-destructive behaviour.) left or right brained.    Right. fears.    Loss of control, loss of loved ones, his past, Sinister, fear of rejection, being alone, (atm fear of losing Rogue again, In Mr & Mrs X comic, Remy thought Rogue died && he kept seeing her get hurt, he doesn’t want to lose her again, not when they are finally so close && happy.) self confidence level.      Ohhh boy, he’s very confident, too confident. (but he also thinks himself to be the worst...so yeah.) vulnerabilities.      stubborness,  pride, greed, he can be hot headed. (It takes a lot to push him but when he’s pushed, things start exploding.) Cocky, he can be selfish, && he struggles with forgiving himself. 

tagged  by :     stolen from @usafed​ tagging :      @atlantisking​ @shvgah​ @fbiartist​ @catdares​ @deliciouspants​ @dcvilcomplex​ @hitsharder​ @fierceststorm​ @redhoneyhq​ @tocxmply​ @sensesdialed​

#Headcanon ⊗ — (Stealing from the museum. I do love the classics.) #Remy LeBeau ⊗ — (The ragin cajun.)

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New Born Baby Wishes

Congrats for Baby Boy: Newborn Wishes and Quotes

Motivational statement about turning into a parent life reason

Congrats for Baby Boy: Wishes for newborns shouldn't generally be adorable, cuddly and slobber commendable. Moving statements and persuasive idioms about being a mother and father can go become stunning remembrances for a considerable length of time to come. Rather than purchasing mushy and stock welcome cards from the store racks, compose a customized message to commend this supernatural minute in several's lives. From the obligations of being a parent to the delights that accompany being a mother and a dad – let your words resound the amazingness they're encountering. Label the new mama and daddy on Twitter, Facebook and Pinterest to extend the fervor of this new start.

1) Becoming a parent is the minute when the majority of life's fights all of a sudden appear to merit battling for. Congrats.

2) No tape can ever quantify, the degree to which a kid can turn into a parent's fortune. Congrats.

3) Nursing your newborn will influence you to understand the genuine significance of life. Congrats for turning into a mother.

4) The introduction of your newborn will usher you into a new period of your life. Presently you are never again simply man and spouse. Development and insight will wrap your conduct and identities for eternity. Presently you have turned into an adoring mother and a mindful dad. Congrats.

5) Life will continue changing yet there is one thing that will stay steady till the day you kick the bucket – your adoration for your kid. Congrats for discovering something so mysterious.

Congrats for child kid welcoming card charming message

6) So valuable, so little, so sweet. Two minor hands, two small feet. Charming grins and unlimited laughs, sweet nothings and lovable wriggles. This and significantly more, is the thing that will make your life take off. Congrats.

7) A child kid makes a mother out of his mother and a dad out of his father.

8) You all are Mother Nature's ideal mix, tell your new child for my benefit that there can't be a family cuter than you. Congrats.

9) I salute you for going past morning infection and pregnancy sustenance desires. Wishing you good karma for nappy changes and midnight feedings.

10) No issue how long develop by and what they grow up to turn out to be, nobody else will most likely comprehend her youngsters superior to their mom. Congrats for getting to be one.

Parent youngster quote for new mother and father charming child feet

11) Life will be loaded with high points and low points. It will be one intense ride. In any case, your affection for your kid will be the stay that will see you through everything. Congrats for getting to be guardians.

12) May your child's charming grin and giggles, be a spike of bliss in your life's diagram. Congrats.

13) Your life will currently be brimming with cheers, on the grounds that from two you will presently turn into the three musketeers. Congrats for getting to be guardians to a child kid.

14) The newest individual from your family is cuter than every one of you joined. Congrats.

15) If life could be estimated in charming slobbers and cute laughs, yours is simply flawless at the present time. Congrats.

Newborn infant congrats welcoming card quote

16) A dad so attractive, a mother so pretty – no big surprise your newborn is such a sweetie. Congrats.

17) Now that you have moved toward becoming guardians you will understand that life isn't a race. It is a wonderful adventure which is to be treasured stage by stage. Have a great time nestling your little one in your arms day and night. Your lives are set to turn out to be, incredibly tranquil and happily brilliant. Congrats.

18) May your infant's future be more brilliant than the sun's brilliant shaft, may your little kid satisfy everything you could ever want. Congrats for your newborn.

19) Congratulations to the new guardians for going into the universe of consistent screeches, nappy changes and late night dinners.

20) The experience of being a parent is inestimable, regardless of whether your evenings become restless and your rooms a total chaos. Congrats for having a child.

Statement about turning into a mother father out of the blue

21) Life comes a full circle when you see with your own eyes, a new life that you made. Congrats.

22) Congratulations for at long last surrendering to the fate of diaper changes and clearing off slobbers from each alcove and corner in your home.

23) Do you recollect the inclination you got when you began to look all starry eyed at out of the blue? Increase it by a hundred – that is the means by which enchanted the delight of parenthood truly is. Congrats for getting to be one.

24) Today you have progressed toward becoming Mommy and Daddy. Before long, your child will grow up and have his very own group. As clever as it sounds, you have officially ventured out getting to be Grandma and Grandpa. Congrats.

25) Changing filthy nappies isn't simple, caring for your newborn will constantly keep you occupied. The slobbers will make everything sticky, late evenings cries and feedings will make your mornings lightheaded. The child's ceaseless needs will make you insane – yet toward the finish, all things considered, you will feel very glad. Congrats, mama and daddy.

Charming wishes for newborn to the guardians

26) Tickle your newborn to see the cutest of wriggles. Make faces at your newborn to see the most cute everything being equal. Such an awesome sight it will be the point at which your infant figures out how to walk and wiggle. Congrats to the new guardians of a child deserving of slobbers and cuddles.

27) Congratulations for getting to be mama and daddy to an infant kid, I am certain he will be a significant bunch and a beloved newborn.

28) Your pair has dependably been flawless yet with the introduction of your newborn, your family has now moved toward becoming picture immaculate. Congrats.

29) May your child kid be the holy messenger that you were continually searching for. May he satisfy your life, prosperous and unadulterated. Congrats.

30) Congratulations to the new mother and father – you are the encapsulation of how dependable youthful guardians ought to be.

Sweet congrats message for new infant

31) Do you realize the distinction among need and need? Adoring and spoiling your newborn will turn into your need, yet changing filthy nappies will be an irritating need. Congrats.

32) How did it feel when your newborn's hand caught your finger out of the blue? How could it feel when you snuggled your newborn in your arms out of the blue? How could it feel to see a piece of you take life, out of the blue? Congrats for getting to be guardians – there will be a lot increasingly such supernatural 'first occasions' a major part of your life starting now and into the foreseeable future.

33) The sort of room your child kid will take up in your heart, will make you wonder how you never knew it was there in any case. Congrats.

34) A piece of your heart that was in your belly, will currently gradually start to figure out how to call you mother. Congrats.

35) By getting to be guardians you have formally entered life's awful circle – which is about fits of rage, cries, late night sustains and changing nappies after your child takes a crap. Congrats.

Wonderful statement to praise guardians of newborn infant

36) Today isn't only the finish of your pregnancy. It is the start of your inheritance. Congrats.

37) May the best things in life happen to your sweet little bunny, may he get loads of consideration and care from you and your nectar. Congrats to you both.

38) Enjoy when your newborn culls your heart's strings. It is an inclination that is an a vital part of the delight that a child kid brings. Congrats.

39) With defensive and minding guardians like you, a supporting connection among you and your child will result. Congrats to the new guardians.

40) If the charm of your child kid must be summed up in only a couple of words, they would be – Out of This World. Congrats.

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Musée d'Orsay & Musée de l'Orangerie

26/04/2018: Toast, coffee and tea for breakfast this morning. To avoid the old French woman, who didn't appear again, we quickly and quietly exited the building and headed to the corner. Today we were looking to visiting the Musée d'Orsay, across the Seine and Musée de l'Orangerie, at the end of Jardins Tuileries. The easiest way to get there was to cross the road at Rue de Castiglione, down the stairs protected by the beasts, and across the gardens along Allée de Castiglione. The footbridge, Léopold Sedar Senghor got us just about to the front door. The Orsay didn't open until nine thirty so we didn't leave the apartment until nine and after advice from the security dudes out front, queued towards the back of the forecourt.

Rhinocéros attaqué par un tigre. One of the beasts

Once the site of the Orsay Railway Station, built for the Universal Exposition of 1900, the building was saved from the wrecking ball by a revival of nineteenth century architecture during the seventies. The station and its hotel's usefulness diminished after the Second World War as the platforms became too short as modern trains become longer. Electrification didn't help neither. It subsequently serviced the shorter suburban trains until its final demise.

An itch in its daddy's pants during the early seventies, Direction des Musées de France officially hatched the museum idea and listed the building on the Supplementary Inventory of Historical Monuments not long after.  Musée d'Orsay was officially given the go ahead in 1977 and classified a Historical Monument the following year. The new museum was inaugurated by François Mitterrand at the end of 1986 and is now dedicated to displaying collections of art from the period 1848 to 1914.

Musée d'Orsay

Studying the gallery map from the concierge, we looked for the lifts that would take us straight to the top and the temporary exhibition of the Neo-Impressionists. The boys took the stairs while the girls took the elevator. Since we were not keeping in contact at that point the girls went on their own tour of the gallery. They saw pretty much what the boys saw but in a different order. The following is how the boys tour of the gallery panned out.

Studying the gallery map from the concierge, we looked for the lifts that would take us straight to the top and the temporary exhibition of the Neo-Impressionists. The lift serviced several floors above the entrance which opened up to the intermediate floors along the main concourse's flanks. That’s where we separated. Being at the top gave us a good perspective of what was ahead. Looking through the braced iron frame and down the length of the building where the platforms and railway tracks once stood. Now covered by great works of art from the more recent periods of history.

Looking down the old concourse

Interesting first impressions. We were on Level 5 and the paintings in the first Temporary Exhibition, in Salle 36, were just dots of colour, but very good. The founders of the Neo-Impressionist movement, Georges Seurat and Paul Signac were a part of a new generation of creative artists who, during the eighties, championed the scientific art form born from the triumph of Positivism. Furthermore, they developed a technique of painting in very small dots, not unlike our indigenous Aussies back home. But these guys decomposed the work and managed to make the colours vibrate, by juxtaposing complimentary shades and modulating colours to achieve a particular luminosity.  It's true, it worked. When we stood back to admire the painting, the orientation of the lines and the spatial arrangement of the planes contributed to the overall harmony and we could recompose the picture. Just as the sign said. The Neo-Impressionists were very impressive.

L'Air du soir, 1893 (The evening air). Henri-Edmond Cross

L'homme a la barre, 1892 (Man at the Helm). Théo van Rysselberghe

Moving through the corridors led us to the next section, Salles 35 down to 29 with the first room mostly dedicated to Auguste Renoir and Paul Cézanne, Impressionist and Post-Impressionist painters respectively. Renoir, apparently from the school of those who painted beauty and feminine sensuality, had plenty on nakedness in his pictures, and few men. Cézanne on the other hand, except for his Bathers series, painted mostly landscapes and clothed people in social gatherings. Salle 34 was full of Monet. Women in boats, plenty of flowers and a few goes at the Cathedral of Rouen filled this room, and of course one of his many paintings of haystacks. We guessed that each haystack gave him a different perspective than the last. Then a small room for Degas. Salle 33 had not much more than a half dozen bronze statues of horses and women. 

Stacks and stacks of Haystacks

The next room was quite large and was shared with some well known artists. Quite a few Pissaro, the odd Sisley and more Renoir and Monet. Degas and Renoir appeared in Salle 31 with plenty of Degas' ballet and dancing pictures and figures. The rest of Level 5 was more of the same, they all shared the remaining rooms but it was mostly the Monet and Manet show.

Petite danseuse de quatorze ans. Edgar Degas

Dropping down three floors to Level 2, Levels 4 and 5 were off limits for some reason, administration maybe, the Salles were in their sixties. A large mezzanine floor overlooking the concourse or le Allée centrale des sculptures was full of sculptures and linked the rooms that held a mixture of vases, goblets and more antique like stuff with the most magnificent collection of Art Nouveau Decorative Arts, or what you and we would call furniture. This area was great. The style of the beds, dressing tables, benches, entrances and so on were out there for the age but soon adopted by the French. Designers of today could take a leaf out of the Art Nouveau movement’s book. Maybe we're too conservative. 

Nénuphars, Louis Majorelle

Banquette de fumoir (Bench for a Smoking Parlour), 1897. Hector Guimard

Le jour et la nuit, ~1900 (Day and Night). Georges Rey (apparently). Also "apparently" owned by Sarah Bernhardt

As we weaved in out of the rooms and Terrasse Seine, we moved from furniture that we would love to have in our house, some Salvador Dali type of stuff and a mixture of statues and sculptures from Rodin and other well known artists as well as plenty of little known ones. 

Vir temporis acti, Adolfo Wildt

We were finally finished on the northern side, moved across the way and immediately walked amongst the statues on the opposite mezzanine, Galerie Françoise Cachin. Entering into Salle seventy something containing the works of Van Gogh (Dutch post-impressionist psychotic from the late 19th century) and Paul Gauguin, who lived to just after the turn of the twentieth century (French post-impressionist spent last few years of his life in French Polynesia with the locals), we encountered a smorgasbord of two of the greats. The precursor to Starry Night, Starry Night on the Rhone, a Van Gogh self portrait and some lovely paintings of Polynesian locals.

Portrait de l'artiste, Vincent Van Gogh 

Femmes de Tahiti ou Sur la plage, Paul Gauguin

To the eastern end of the building was Terrasse Rodin, displaying some of his works, and the stairs down to the ground floor. Terrasse Rodin along with the mezzanines held over sixty of his works, some excellent, some good, some not so good. The stairs to the floor below dropped us straight into a great display of drawings of the opera house and a cut away scale model of the stage and the complicated workings that made the whole operatic experience work.

Torchère au tambourin & Torchère à la couronne. Albert-Ernest Carrier-Belleuse

To finish the morning, we headed towards the exit by way of the Allée centrale des sculptures, straight up the centre towards where we came in earlier. Several statues caught our eye, in particular three statues of African dudes in alabaster (we think). The contrast in colours made the depictions very dramatic and very life like. They were impressive to say the least.

Nègre du Soudan, Charles Henri Joseph Cordier

Upon leaving the Orsay we didn't have to travel far for some tucker. In the laneway next to where we entered, on Rue de Lille, was the Royal Orsay Café. We first had a look at the menu and was going to walk away, probably because of the cost, but quickly about faced and went in for a quick refreshment.  Next, we headed back across the Seine and into Jardin des Tuileries, turned left and headed down to the Musée de l'Orangerie via Allée Centrale, the wide central path through the gardens.

Resting at Bassin Octogonal. Looking towards Jeu de Paume

Built in 1852 to house the orange trees of the Tuileries Palace during winter, the Orangerie, along with Jeu de Paume, was assigned to the Under-Secretariat of State for Fine Arts after World War I, with the intention of housing an exhibition of living artists. It was at this point, although with one foot in the grave that Claud Monet got a guernsey. Offered to the French State at the conclusion of the war as a symbol of peace. His overly large set of Water Lilies has hung there ever since. This artwork is what greeted visitors, laid out in a circular room with bench seats in the middle facing each of the four separate panels. Each panel showed the changing seasons of the water lily pond at the bottom of Monet’s large garden. He sat down by the pond and worked on the pieces. It took 30 years for him to complete and has been on display in this gallery since 1927

Giving the "illusion of an endless whole, of a wave with no horizon and no shore". Monet's words, not ours

Another impressive display in the Orangerie was an exhibition that was acquired by the French State in the late fifties. It was called the Jean Walter and Paul Guillaume collection and belonged to their surviving wife, Domenica. Paul was a young and very successful French art dealer who prematurely met his demise, according to some at the hands of his unscrupulous wife, dying of an ulcer in his early forties. Apparently, she was nursing him and done a less than successful job. Her next husband, Jean, was a successful architect, not through being good at his trade but by detecting a lode of lead and zinc in Morocco in 1925. Ten years later he founded Société des mines de Zellidja which made him richer. Domenica married Jean in 1941, and he too died suspiciously after being run down by a car. This, with the fact that she hired a hitman to kill her step son led to the scuttlebutt that the State done a deal with her to bequeath her collection or face gaol. Good story, true or untrue. The collection currently comprises of works from Renoir, Cézanne, Gauguin, Monet and Sisley as well as Picasso and Matisse, amongst others.

Maurice Utrillo, La Maison Bernot. 1924

This was an interesting display but it was time to move on, walking back through the gardens to the apartment for an hour. Once rested, we found ourselves looking to some old territory for dinner. Back across Jardin des Tuileries to Arc de Triomphe du Carrousel where the Africans were at it. Shane and Jo walked past and ignored them but they got Thomas with the string around the finger trick. They tie a colourful piece of string around the finger as a trick and when it cannot be removed, they hassle for money as it is "yours". It didn't work though as Jo intervened and hunted them away. As they retreated they yelled out that they were escaping from the "Australian Mumma". Over Pont des Arts, past Cathare, the Treasury building and up Rue de Seine to Bar du Marché for a beer and a feed. As it was, they had no food so after a couple we went shopping around the corner for some food and Jo and Cec taxied it back to the apartment with the groceries while Shane and the boys returned home the long way.

Enjoying Bar du Marché with its wall clad peeling mirrors

The Treasury Building

Entertainment below Quai de Conti

What a great day, a home cooked meal and tomorrow, Versailles.

[otomeshistarlight-blog]

Here we go again! Lets see how far we make it this time! Some spoilers ahead so continue at your own risk.

28: Who is your top? Uhh, you asking what I think you asking? eyeemoji.jpg. So, of my established harem, Endeavor is by far the most likely to top as well as the one who’d enjoy it the most. Overall, I think the others would be down to try and they’d do things at their own pace but by and large, I think Flame Daddy would get off on it more than anyone else. Mirio is the only one who may not be down to give it a shot but he might surprise us!

29: Who is your bottom? This is a question that I, a certified uppity submissive, cannot properly answer. I have yet to seen anyone in this series who I’d be willing to top for the benefit of, as was the case with Ichimatsu. Maybe my answer will change in the future though!

30: Who would you like to take a bath/shower with? Everyone. This is a two part answer. First, I’d very much like to bathe with Endeavor. u.u Imagine with me, being in an open air bath, and going through the ritual of washing him from head to toe, taking extra care with each individual body party to show him just how invested in worshiping him I am. Then we switch, and in stark contrast to my careful washing, he treats my body like his personal plaything before abso-fucking-lutely rawing my brains out. Phew. Part two of my answer is Dabi. A nice, intimate shower in which we can explore each others body’s - me more so than him - and I just think it would be really nice to be with him in such a ... vulnerable situation. He doesn’t appear to shy away from showing off his burns (or whatever the fuck they are) but to have them all out on full display to a woman who conceivably could run away screaming in terror but doesn’t is something else altogether. What would he say? What would he do? Ooh, so many fun ideas!

31: Best kid? From an unbiased standpoint, I’d probably have to go with Uraraka. She really is a good kid who just wants to take care of her parents and make some friends along the way. I really can’t fault her for a goddamn thing.

32: Who has the most beautiful eyes? The men of the Todoroki family - Dabi preemptively included in that statement. Who gave them the fucking right?

33: Fave Villain? Right now its Toga. She’s cute. She’s deadly. She’s in love. I want her to succeed with every fiber of my being.

34: Best Female Teacher? Considering how limited my choices are, Midnight.

35: Best Male Teacher? Aizawa because even though he’s forever tired and completely done with everyone’s shit, he still goes out of his way to care for not only his own students but apparently every kid he runs into. Just because he’s a pro hero doesn’t mean that he was at all obligated to become Eri’s guardian so the fact he took that upon himself says a lot to me. 

36: Fave Pro-Hero that is not teaching? Endeavor. Seriously, fuck all of you haters. He worked damn hard to reach the number one spot and just because his methods weren’t always correct, it doesn’t automatically negate all of the good he’s done in-universe. 

37: Best mom? Probably Jiro’s mom, Mika. From what I remember of her brief appearance in the manga, she seemed like a pretty solid parent. 

38: Best dad? Dadzawa for the reasons described in 35. 

39: Worst dad? First of all, I don’t appreciate this biased as fuck list and I think its really telling that there isn’t a ‘worst mom’ question. Second, I’ll personally fight each and every person who has an issue with Endeavor so this question can honestly eat my ass. 

40: Who’s your daddy/mommy? Big Flame Daddy, Endeavor! Unf. I also not so ironically call Fat Gum vore daddy so go ahead and put me on your list of problematic bloggers right now.

41: Who’s your father and mother figure? I don’t usually look for platonic mother/father figures but if I had to pick someone to be my dad, it would probably be Aizawa. He’s a good dad, guys. Let the man parent in peace.

42: Fave BNHA quote? “My two most hated phrases are ‘hard work’ and -” wait, shit. Wrong fandom, thats Jojo. 

43: Best female fashion/costume? I think Uraraka’s costume is really cute, especially the big poofy boots.

44: Best male fashion/costume? I’m gonna’ have to go with the newly introduced Hawks for having the least offensive and most generally aesthetically pleasing outfit that barely even passes as a costume from the looks of it. 

45: Worst fashion/costume? All of them. Aoyama for sure and Best Jeanist deserves a mention too. Honestly, there are aspects of almost all the costumes I would change for one reason or another. Like, in my opinion, Bakugou has got to lose the hair accessories and Ojiro doesn’t even have a costume. Its a regular old gi you’d wear in a training hall with a gadget belt to really bring the whole thing together. I’ve got my fingers crossed they get to tweak their costume designs in their second year because this is some shit. 

46: Who is your trash? Uh, you mean all the characters I stan?

47: Ship that you would go down with? Fuck a ship, I’ll go down with Bakugou and Endeavor as individual characters until I’m dead in the ground.

48: BNHA AU? My favorite is the AU where people manage to set aside their personal feelings and look at characters like Endeavor with an impartially critical eye and base their judgement of said character based on that alone instead of their initial knee jerk reaction that essentially boils down to THIS ACTION IS BAD SO THE PERSON IS INHERENTLY BAD TOO.  

49: Weird hairdo? Present Mic’s hair is awful. Fight me.

50: Hangout with in real life? I want to absolutely destroy a 24-hour buffet with Fat Gum and then bang in the parking lot afterward. 

Guys, I’m having fun answering these but why are there so many questions!? I’m so sorry for starting this and being too prideful to stop halfway through! 

#ask

[nitaescence]

The Return of Superman - NJ

BTS members as fathers in The Return of Superman show

RapMonster x Reader Genre : Fluff Word Count : 3335

Author’s Note - 

It includes interviews and shootings. 

*…* : sentences edited on the final images. 

Bold : cameras’ position in the house or outside. 

Italics : dialogues.

/…/ : Time.

(…) : Sound effects.

[…] : camera movements

Making Mistakes is Part of the Deal

Hallway/Living room/Kitchen

*The house is still silent. Who is the superman in this house? [ Pan - shelves full of CDs] He must be very fond of music or is a musician artist. [Tilt - toys on the floor/ child plates/ tiny shoes] And the father of a young child. These shoes suggests that it is a boy. [Pan - shelves full of books in foreign languages, most of them are in english] He must be really good at English.*

/9:00 AM/

*Where is this sound coming from?* 

Bathroom

Y/N is getting ready while happily humming a song. (amazement)

Parents’ bedroom

*[zoom] This person is very tall* (laughs) The father is still fast asleep, sprawled all over the bed with his feet hanging slightly over the edge of the bed. 

Child’s bedroom

A little frame is also still in dreamlands, tangled in the bedsheets. *So cute* (Aww)

Hallway

Y/N goes to the bedroom to pick her clothes.

Parent’s bedroom

“Aish… At what time did he go to sleep?” She exclaimed herself at the sight of her unconscious husband (laughs). She goes back to the bathroom. 

Hallway

Sudden, loud music is blasted from the bathroom, waking the sleeping man up as he raises his head at one go, [zoom] his hair forming a cute bird nest with his eyes still shut. (laughs) 

****************

Director - ‘Please introduce yourself.

Nam Joon - Hello, my name is Kim Nam Joon. I am 34 years old and an idol artist. My wife and I got married in 2023 and our son, Seung Min, was born in 2025. He turned three last autumn. 

Director - What can you say about your life as a father?

Nam Joon - Being a father really changed a lot of things in my life and I try my best to be as present as possible but it’s not always easy with my job. Of course, I expected it to be difficult but we agreed on starting a family and I don’t regret a bit of it. Thanks to this show, I will be able to share many moments with my family.   

Director - So you don’t complain about being on this show?

Nam Joon - No.

Director - Who agreed to take part in it ?

Nam Joon - My wife [zoom]…and without my consent.(laughs)’

***************

Grasping the situation, he drops his head back in his pillow, spreading his arms and legs as he rolls over, still tired, sighing deeply. He sits on the edge of the bed, and slowly gets up, shuffling his way out of the room. 

Hallway

“Hello…” Nam Joon says with a raspy voice to the cameramen in a tent situated at the end of the hallway, remembering that today is the day. He continues his way up to another room.

Child’s bedroom

He quietly checks if his son’s awake. 

*The little boy remains motionless despite his mother’s uproar.* 

Nam Joon slowly closes the door. 

Hallway

He knocks at the door and opens it wide enough, peeking inside.

“Morning…”

“Finally awake?”

“Hmm…Turn this thing off, you’re going to wake Seung Min up.” He says in a cracking voice. The music is instantly turned off.

Living room

[zoom] His eyes struggles to open themselves because of the bright sunlights bathing the room. Nam Joon goes to lie down on the couch, drained. Y/N comes in.

*She looks like a beautiful princess from a tale.[zoom] She is now ready for her two-days vacation.*

“When did you come home last night?” She suddenly asks to a half-asleep Nam Joon as she goes to grab breakfast in the fridge.

“Around 3:50…” he answers, rubbing his face and looks at her with heavy eyelids. …I couldn’t sleep right away.

She snorts as she sits at the table and starts eating the warmed-up food.

“I still can’t believe we agreed to do that…” says Nam Joon getting up to sit on the chair facing hers.

“You won’t regret it, trust me.”

He blankly stares at her and heavily sighs. He keeps on watching her eating when a sudden whine reaches their ears.

“Troubles begin…” jokes Y/N.

Nam Joon makes a funny face, making her giggle. (laughs)

Child’s Bedroom

He opens the door to find a dazed Seung Min tangled in his sheets. 

“Hey buddy…” greets Nam Joon with a small voice, stretching his arms to the little boy who mimics him. They go straight to the living-room, Seung Min rubbing his little eyes and frowning his face because of the lights, like his father before him. 

Living room

His mother immediately smiles to him, stretching her arms to cuddle her son who smiles back to her. He lies his head against her chest and he yawns.

“Did you sleep well, sweetheart?” He slowly nods and she tightens her embrace, “How can I spend two days without seeing you?”

“You could stay.” Snorts Nam Joon, pouring himself a cup if orange juice.

“I need these two days.” She says, “You’re going to stay with Daddy while I’ll be away? It won’t be long I promise. You’ll be a very kind little boy, right?”

The little one nods, still blurred, not very aware of what his mother is saying to him.

“You see, nothing to worry about.” She says with a beaming smile to her husband.

“He acts this way only when you’re around… I swear he’ll become another one when you’ll go away.” replies Nam Joon.

“Not true.” She pokes her tongue out.

/10:17 AM/

Entrance hall

Y/N is ready to leave, she holds her son in her arms, kissing every spot on the little boy’s face, making him giggle. Nam Joon joins them, dragging her suitcase on the floor with his hand.

“If something, anything goes wrong… don’t call me, (laughs) you’ll sort it out, I trust you!” says Y/N dramatically, placing the kid in his father’s arms.

“Very funny…” he replies, giving her her belongings. “Make sure to always answer your phone.”

“Sure.”

“Say bye to mommy, bye-bye.” says Nam Joon in the boy’s ear, making him gesture good bye waves as Y/N blows kisses and makes her way to the front door.

“Have fun! She says to them”, opening the door and going out to the elevator.

“Mommy, mommy…” the boy starts to whine, beckoning his mother to take him in her arms.

“See, he’s already asking for you. You cannot deny him.”

“Mommy will be back very soon, baby, I promise.” She tells Seung Min.

“Treater… you’re abandoning us.” says dramatically Nam Joon, making a sad face. (laughs)

The elevator’s doors eventually open and she goes in.

“I love you too, bye!” And the doors move together.

At the unsatisfying way things have turned out, the boy hugs his father unpleased and starts to sob. Nam Joon sighs as he goes back in their apartment, soothing his son.

“We can do this.”

Director : What did you think when your wife eventually left?

Nam Joon : These two days are going to be very long. (laughs)

Director : In which state of mind were you when you left?

Y/N: Honestly? I was really worried. In the elevator, I was thinking ‘What am I doing? I shouldn’t let them by themselves! I should go back’ (laughs) It was his first time ever, finding himself alone with our son. But, you know, sooner or later it would have happened. Besides, I needed some vacation. (laughs) I particularly want them to spend some time alone. I almost always with Seung Min since he was born so I think that through this show they’ll be able to share moments together and take care of each other even more. I have full confidence in my husband. (Aww)

/11:50 AM/

Kitchen

Nam Joon is trying to figure out the recipe you’ve written him. Your son is playing on the living room’s ground with some of his toys. He glances at his father trying to guess what he is doing. He suddenly stands up and tries to climb up on one of the dinner table’s chair, whining as he struggles to pull up his body.

“Aish… It didn’t seem difficult when she explained it to me yesterday.” Complains Nam Joon.

“Dad?”

“Hmm…”

“What are you doing?” Asks his son after he’s finally managed to get on the chair.

“I’m reading a recipe.” Answers Nam Joon, eyes never leaving the piece of paper.

“A recipe?” Repeats his son, looking to his father.

Nam Joon turns around and takes the different cooking tools he needs for the dish. His son stays still watching him. Suddenly, he seems to have an idea. He looks back at his dad, who still has his back turned and [zoom] climbs on top of the table rolling on his back, about to fall off on the other side of the table. 

*His father doesn’t see him. He can hurt himself. Dad, turn around!*(startled)

He keeps his eyes on his father and tries to stand up with a mischievous smile curving his lips. The moment he tries to jump on the table, [zoom] Nam Joon turns around with a frying pan in his hand.

“Yaaah!! What are you doing? Get down immediately!”

His son squeals with laughter, surprised that his father’s caught him. He comes close to knock off a flower pot before Nam Joon catches it just in time. He holds his son who tries to run from him with one arm and puts him down.

“Be kind and wait for me until lunch is ready, ok?”

“When is it going to be ready?” Whines his son.

“I don’t kn…” starts Nam Joon as he turns around and blows down the same flower pot with the pan, he’s managed to save earlier. [zoom] It is now shattered into thousands pieces, the earth scattered all over the ground. Nam Joon sighs deeply as his son brings his tiny hands to his mouth, realizing his father’s mess.

“Stay away or else you’ll hurt yourself.” Orders Nam Joon as he goes to fetch the dust pan and broom.

/12:30 PM/ 

Nam Joon finally starts to cook, having deciphered half of your notes. His eyes constantly shifting from the cooking ingredients to the paper. Few minutes later, the doorbell rings. His son races to the inter-phone situated in the living room to see who it is. Nam Joon joins his son and presses a button. The screen was blurred. 

“Who is it?”

“Guess!” Says the voice.

“Santa Claus!” Screams the little boy.

Nam Joon laughs at his son and pushes another button to open the door. His son rushes to the entrance hall as the door is pushed open. Nam Joon follows behind. 

*Who is the mysterious guests?*

“Uncle!!”

“Seung Min-ah!!” screams the man opening his arms for the boy to run in. They hug tightly for seconds before the boy runs back in the apartment jumping with excitement. The man takes his shoes off and greets Nam Joon. Nam Joon returns to the kitchen while the man goes towards the living room. He removes his cap.

*Who is he? [zoom / freeze frame] He’s Jackson Wang from GOT7!*

Nam Joon : Jackson is a very good friend of mine and he loves Seung Min. I told him about us doing the show and suggested that he should come home. It’s been a while since they last saw each other. 

“Whooaah! There are cameras everywh-” says Jackson as he looks around him but interrupts himself. Ah! You scared me, I didn’t even noticed there was someone in there! exclaims Jackson as he bends down to greet a cameraman in the tent. He sits down on the couch and watches, delighted, your son jumping around. He then runs in his arms at full speed bumping his head on Jackson’s forehead. He dramatically faints being hurt as Seung Min laughs. “Where is your mother?” Asks Jackson. 

“She left.” Says the boy as he tries to climb on his uncle.

“She left? You’re spending two days with your father, th-AAh!”.

The young boy doesn’t reply, focused on sitting on Jackson’s shoulder, pulling his hair to keep his balance at the same time.

“This must be the first time you cook for your son since your wife is not here.” says Jackson looking at Nam Joon who has his back turned as fully concentrated on his actions and not hearing his friend. [zoom] Jackson stares blankly at him, being ignored and goes back playing with the little boy. 

“Come play with me in my room!” Suddenly says the boy, pulling Jackson’s arm. He follows him.

/13:00 PM/

Child’s bedroom

“Seung Min, are you not hungry?” Asks Jackson as puts away some toys. The boy nods still focused on his cars. 

“I’m going to go check on your father, see if he’s not poisoning us.” (laughs) 

He gets up and leaves.

Kitchen

Jackson stands by the table and watches Nam Joon, obviously struggling.

“Is everything alright?” asks Jackson but he doesn’t answer.

*He’s been ignoring his friend since the minute he came.*

“I don’t think we’ll be able to eat what I cooked…” Eventually says Nam Joon as he turns around with a dish in his hand.

*[slow motion/freeze frame] Oh my God! What is this?*

Jackson bursts out laughing as he gets close to Nam Joon.

“What the…. What did you do? It’s all burnt!” asks Jackson unable to contain his laughter. 

“Man, I’m not cut out for cooking!” States Nam Joon looking with disgust at the black thing.

“And you weren’t going to tell me until I came to ask you?” Asks Jackson, wiping away his tears. It’s alright I’m gonna go out buy some food. He says as he goes towards the door entrance to put his shoes on.

Entrance hall

Nam Joon hands over some cash as his son joins them.

“Uncle is leaving?” He asks his father, sad.

“He’s going to bring food, do you want to go out with him?”

“Yes!” Suddenly exclaims the boy, throwing his arms in the air.

“I’ll fetch your jacket, can you help him put his shoes on?”

They help him get ready up and they go out.

*This week-end didn’t begin very well, did it?*

Nam Joon: Honestly, I wasn’t even surprised. I’ve always been known as a clumsy person ever since the boys and I debuted. And after I moved in with my wife, I never cooked anything so… breaking something and cooking a disaster was the least I could expect from myself. (laughs) But I was glad Jackson was there.   

On the street

Jackson and Seung Min walk happily as they hold hands. Each passerby noticing how cute they look together, some take photos or record videos while others wave their hands. 

“Seung Min, are you happy to spend some time alone with me ?”

“Yes!”

Jackson smiles happily. They enter a restaurant and order their food. They come back home and start eating.

Living room

*[zoom on the table] They left nothing.*(laughs)

Nam Joon sighs looking at the left overs.

“What is it?” Asks Jackson as he shoves a slice of pizza in his mouth.

“Y/N is going to kill me when she discovers this.”

“She’ll thank me when she learns that her husband almost killed us with his burnt food.” (laughs)

Nam Joon throws a piece of garbage at him, smiling.

/15:00 PM/

“Seung Min-ah! You’re not sleepy?” says Nam Joon, joining his son and Jackson in the living room after he’s finished cleaning the kitchen. The boy is comfortably sat between Jackson’s legs, watching cartoons on TV. He shakes his head, his eyes never leaving the screen. Nam Joon sits on the couch and takes out his phone from his pocket.

“Seung Min,” whispers Jackson in his ear, “do you want to play a funny game?”

The little boy turns quickly his head back towards his uncle and nods promptly.

“Go over there and when I say “go”, run in my arms,ok?”

The little boy obeys and walks towards the wall facing the couch.

“Let’s see who he loves the most.” sneaks Jackson to Nam Joon as he pushes himself with his arms from the ground to the couch.

“Pff, my son is loyal to me.” replies Nam Joon as he puts down his phone next to him.

“Alright, alright. We’ll see.”

Seung Min watches the two men silently, one finger in his mouth, waiting for Jackson’s signal. 

“Seung Min! Ready? Go!” Shouts Jackson.

*[slow motion] The boy runs at  full speed as his father and Jackson open their arms. He goes straight to Jackson, completely ignoring his father. Jackson squeals with delight, holding the little boy in his arms.

“Wait, wait! That’s cheating! You obviously told him to run to you in first the place!” objects Nam Joon, raising his arms.

“I don’t even need to say anything for him to go to me.” Jackson pocks his tongue out. He puts the boy down and sits down.

“Seung Min, go back there.” Nam Joon says to his son and he does so. Go to the person you like the most,ok? Wait,wait. Stay there don’t move.

“Uncle is the best right?”

“Dad! Dad is the best, Seung Min!”

*[zoom] Seung Min makes Nam Joon nervous. [slow motion] Who did he choose? Nam Joon Vs Jackson*

Seung Min feels excited. He smiles at his father before running to Jackson a second time.

“Yah!” Nam Joon exclaims as he bends to the side to catch his son who’s in Jackson’s arms. The boy laughs as he enjoys teasing his father. He pocks his tongue out to his father, clinging around Jackson’s neck.

“See? I told you!” Says Jackson satisfied as he watches Nam Joon standing up from the couch, sulking.

*[zoom] Nam Joon is hurt*

Seeing his father going away, Seung Min leaves his uncle’s arms to run after him.

“Dad, sit down! I’ll do it again!” he says, pointing towards his father’s seat on the couch. “Sit down and asks me ‘Who do you love more.’!”

Jackson watches them, amused. Nam Joon accepts and goes to sit on the couch.

“Who do you love more, uncle or dad?” asks Jackson.

Seung Min doesn’t even let him finish his question that he runs a third time towards him.

*[zoom] shocked* 

Nam Joon stares at his son who laughs at him and ends up laughing with them.

*Seung Min makes his father and uncle laugh*

*What did you think of your son’s behaviour when you played with Jackson?* 

Nam Joon : This… I didn’t expected him to act as such. He smiled and looked at me right in the eyes before running to Jackson. (laughs) Honestly, I was surprised but not hurt. He’s comical.  

They stop playing and resume watching TV. 

/15:45 PM/

“I’ll prepare some snacks.” Nam Joon gets up and goes to the kitchen. Seung Min watches him.

“Dad!!” Suddenly screams the boy, startling both his father and Jackson. Nam Joon turns back. I’ll go to you now! He gets up from his seat and runs to his father. Nam Joon opens his arms and carries him. (Aww) He hugs him as his son kisses his cheek. 

“Wait with uncle. I’ll bring something to eat.” Says Nam Joon putting the boy on the ground.

All the three of them enjoy their snacks.

/16:30 PM/

“I should go now…” Says Jackson, stretching on the couch.

“This soon?” Asks Nam Joon as he checks the time on his phone. (disappointment)

“Yeah, I got some things to do for tomorrow.” Jackson stands up and gathers his belongings and heads towards the entrance hall.

“Seung Min, come say good-bye to uncle.” He gets up and follows his father. He watches Jackson as he’s putting his shoes on with a sad look.

“Don’t be sad. I’ll come again very soon.” Jackson tries to cheer the boy up, pinching his cheeks. “And you, don’t ever try to cook again.”

“It won’t happen anymore, trust me.” jokes Nam Joon, patting his son head.

They part, saying their good-byes. 

                                                                                                          End of Day 1.

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