Fiona Gallagher

It's about what I did. And you know what? I did a fucking great job. Debbie is class president! She is on debate team, going to Nationals. Lip, he's top of his class. He set the curve! Ian was promoted in ROTC, and he tested out of english! And Carl made something blow up for his science fair! And you know what? They did it all, no thanks to you, because you weren't here!

[dazedgracee]

themusingsong

The music thumping against the speakers almost uncomfortably loud, but kind of tolerable too. Not like, Fiona wanted to hear people’s chit chatter either way. She sits comfortably sinking into the living room couch, a small group of people surround her. One sitting on the coffee table, one sitting beside her, another sitting on the arm of the couch and what goes around is a small pipe. Trainwreck. What a beautiful creation. Now it’s her turn. One long puff, exhaling rather quickly as she begins to cough a big grin plasters across her face as she attempts to hold it in but couldn’t. She can feel all the eyes on her and their laughing as she coughs harder and harder,. “Fuck you guys,” she says as she manages to let the words out between coughs. She let’s out a chuckle as she grabs the beer that once laid beside her right leg.

[wildoncs]

open to: anyone muse: norah rajan background: norah works as a stripper and is your muse’s favorite. could be the owner, bartender, client, etc - i’m not picky! sometimes they get a little jealous of the attention she receives. now is one of those times. 

norah still had some time left on her shift, though it seemed to be a more quiet night at the club. a few regulars were still there even though it was still the end of the night and she flashes a grin as she gets off of the stage, walking over to the bar for to ask for a glass of water. that’s when she sees them approach, turning to face them with a smile. “hey, baby. how’re you doing tonight?”

[dazedgracee]

Fiona has had a long night also, this was one of the jobs she wasn't quite fond of due to the customers sexualizing her and touching her without consent. But it was a job, and in a place like this she was tipped quite well. Enough to keep the power on without really stressing. Fiona let’s out a sigh, not letting her frustration show the best of her. She had empty drinks on her tray that she was once holding with one hand as she walked through the club taking VIP’s orders,, “Long night,” she says, Fiona sits the tray down on the counter. “You?”

[dazedgracee]

open

anyone want to start a thread? down for anything, any ideas?

[writermuses]

dazedgracee​:

The rattling of the music made it hard for Fiona to hear the stranger. But her big grin stayed plastered against her face, she leaned in hearing him a little better. The music bouncing off the walls, not finding a place to escape. Fiona’s beach waved curls once put up in a high pony-tail now dangling lazily over her shoulders, “Shut the fuck up” Fiona begins laughing as she notices that he’s not from around here due to his accent, “What the hell are you doing in Chicago?” she stays laughing, her smile now leaving her face and while she waits for his response she leans back silently, scanning the room looking for VI. But of course, she wasn’t able to find her in the loud, largely packed club. Fiona pushes her beach waves slightly out of her face as she leans back into the stranger “What’d you come here for? to sit and pout?” a chuckle, “Come dance!” she shouts, but it doesn’t sound like it. She can’t speak very well over the music playing. Before she allowed him to respond she grabs his free hand- pulling him from his seat and into the crowd.

Before he could even fully protest, the stranger was pulling him to the dance floor. She was pretty, confident, and he found the corner of his mouth twitch up when she cursed. One thing he couldn’t stand about the U.S. was the amount of people so uptight about words. “I wasn’t pouting, just drinking and enjoying the view.” Vincent’s dancing was a complete mockery of all things hip and sexy; and he moved unabashedly. “To answer your first question, though, I moved to the States when I was in my late teens. Finished school and decided to travel a bit. I could go back to France, but…” He shrugged. There was a lot he still wanted to see in the U.S., ultimately he always saw himself as moving back to France, even with his mother still in the U.S. “Why are you in Chicago?” To him the city wasn’t that special, he was just working to save up for his next adventure.

[dazedgracee]

The colorful lights beaming against the two as their feets and arms nearly clash, bodies both moving effortlessly on the dance floor. As fiona dances she brushes through her hair with her fingers. Stating from the top of her head down to her chin level. Hips swaying back and forth. She barely heard what he said, and to be quite honest the alcohol didn't help.She’s giggling as she talks, hips still swaying. Dribbles of sweats falling down her cheek bones, “Cause,” she spits out, “I live here sadly,” She leans into him nearly falling, she grabs onto his wrists, nearly invading his bubble she giggles. “Out of all places?” she asks him.

[the-chaotic-muses-deactivated20]

@dazedgracee liked for a starter.

Ares saw the person standing on the side of the dirt track, they were ages away from the nearest town and before he knew what he was doing he pulled over in the truck and sticking his head out of the window. "Do you need a ride?" He called out, his voice sounding husky as he spoke.

[dazedgracee]

Fiona stood on the dirt track. Contemplating what her next move was going to be, she stared at the cars driving past her, paying her no mind. ‘dirtbags’ she thought to herself, and before she knew it a truck had pulled over. Giving a fake smile, as the stranger popped their head out asking if she needed a ride. Her head was banging, her body felt weak and her actions previously can explain all of that. “Yeah,” she spits out rather quickly. She wasn’t scared. She grew up on the south side, taking care of herself. Avoiding the assholes, and defending herself against those who wouldn’t mind their own. God, Lip is going to be pissed.   She smelled of alcohol and tobacco, and who knows what else. She went on a bender, she left with some people and appeared here with no memory of what had happened. She jumped in the truck with no second thought, throwing her bag on the floor, buckling up and turning to him. “Where are we?” a serious question.

[the-chaotic-muses-deactivated20]

He couldn't deny the fact that the woman looked as if she had been on a long night, and the fact that she had a hint of confusion behind her eyes at the same time. He had been there many times before and it could be more than messy for the next few days for her.

As she climbs into the trunk Ares makes no hesitation in turning the truck into drive and back on the road again. He scoffed from her question with a slight shake of his head, guessing that his earlier guess was correct. "About a five hour drive to the city...you have a bad night?"

[dazedgracee]

"What the fuck?" She says out loud, laying her arm on the door, her hand on her forehead. Her eyes staring hard at the dash board as she tries to piece together what happened the night before. But to be honest, she can't remember a thing. It was all a daze. 'How did she get out here?' She stays in that position for several seconds, silence nearly consuming the two before she speaks again, "What city?" Please, let it not be far. What the hell did she do? The sun beaming hard against her arm, the heat burning into her eyes and she switches her position, moving her arm and sitting all the way back. Pointing her face up, laying against the seat her eyes making contact with the roof of the truck. She needs a drink. “You drink?” she finally spits out, she pauses checking her pockets before speaking again and pulling out a credit card. She doesn’t remember when she made her last payment, nor does she know if she spent anything on it the night before, she lays the card on her lap, and she turns to the stranger, shrugging and with an expression of guilt and sympathy for herself, “on me?” She’s already fucked. Who knows what the kids are doing, and at this point she doesn’t give a shit. It’s too late now to stop.

[dazedgracee]

hi guys, so my work schedule makes it difficult to respond to threads sometimes, i worked sixteen hours yesterday. I’m really trying to keep this profile going so pls be patient with me, i feel so bad lol.

i’m also a mom to one, and we live with my 3 yr old nephew and his mom now, so its kids running around being loud, with constant supervision so sometimes it’s kinda hard for me to focus. it’s noon here, so i’m hoping my boy takes a nap and i can focus on threads soon. <3

[writermuses]

Open to: f Plot: Your muse notices the young man sipping a beer and watching her dance, decides to act on it and see where things go.

Vincent looked through the crowd full of strangers and brought his third beer, now half empty, to his full lips. He’d come straight from his gig as a waiter with the rest of the crew. If he was being honest, he wasn’t sure why he did it. Maybe he was new and wanted to be liked- thought that fleeting thought made him cringe. They’d all disappeared onto the dance floor and he’d stayed there drinking himself into a light buzz. That’s when he saw her, the small smiled drawing across his lips quickly hidden by the bottle. What he hadn’t expected was for her to come over to him, casually or full on, he hadn’t made himself look approachable. Pushing his dark hair from his face, Vincent spoke in a subdued French accent, “Should I apologize for staring or…” Truthfully, he half expected her to smack him.

[dazedgracee]

The rattling of the music made it hard for Fiona to hear the stranger. But her big grin stayed plastered against her face, she leaned in hearing him a little better. The music bouncing off the walls, not finding a place to escape. Fiona’s beach waved curls once put up in a high pony-tail now dangling lazily over her shoulders, “Shut the fuck up” Fiona begins laughing as she notices that he’s not from around here due to his accent, “What the hell are you doing in Chicago?” she stays laughing, her smile now leaving her face and while she waits for his response she leans back silently, scanning the room looking for VI. But of course, she wasn’t able to find her in the loud, largely packed club. Fiona pushes her beach waves slightly out of her face as she leans back into the stranger “What’d you come here for? to sit and pout?” a chuckle, “Come dance!” she shouts, but it doesn’t sound like it. She can’t speak very well over the music playing. Before she allowed him to respond she grabs his free hand- pulling him from his seat and into the crowd.

[thoughtkick]

I am exhausted with trying to be stronger than I feel.

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[the-chaotic-muses-deactivated20]

@dazedgracee liked for a starter.

Ares saw the person standing on the side of the dirt track, they were ages away from the nearest town and before he knew what he was doing he pulled over in the truck and sticking his head out of the window. "Do you need a ride?" He called out, his voice sounding husky as he spoke.

[dazedgracee]

Fiona stood on the dirt track. Contemplating what her next move was going to be, she stared at the cars driving past her, paying her no mind. ‘dirtbags’ she thought to herself, and before she knew it a truck had pulled over. Giving a fake smile, as the stranger popped their head out asking if she needed a ride. Her head was banging, her body felt weak and her actions previously can explain all of that. “Yeah,” she spits out rather quickly. She wasn’t scared. She grew up on the south side, taking care of herself. Avoiding the assholes, and defending herself against those who wouldn’t mind their own. God, Lip is going to be pissed.   She smelled of alcohol and tobacco, and who knows what else. She went on a bender, she left with some people and appeared here with no memory of what had happened. She jumped in the truck with no second thought, throwing her bag on the floor, buckling up and turning to him. “Where are we?” a serious question.

[dazedgracee]

mistcity

Fiona stands nervously in front of Rordans front door. She hasn’t seen him in several weeks, a one night stand. She normally would keep it that way. Have fun and never speak again. Her life was too hectic to handle anything else, Unforunately for her she was going to deliver some news. Her hands are shaking, and her cheeks- her once bright red cheeks due to the chicago weather no longer cold, but hot. She’s sweating. She’s shaking. ‘Okay breathe’ Fiona thinks to herself, her right hand in a fist about to knock on his door, she quickly moves her hand away and steps back. Contemplating. She stares at his door for a split of a second before she turns and begins to walk away. Her shoulders stiif, her hands glued together- twiddling her fingers.

She can’t do this now. She has to check on Liam.

Who knows what the boys are doing. oh, and Debbie?

She has homework. Fiona HAS to make sure she does it.

She makes it about five feet away from his door, her feet dragging in the snow that lays effortlessly on the sidewalk and she stops. A long exaggerated sigh slips from her mouth. She twirls around and begins to walk towards his door again. No longer contemplating or anxiety ridden, she quickly turns her right hand into a fist and pounds on his front door. Only about twenty seconds go by before he answers it and the words fly out of her mouth so quickly that she isn’t even sure he processed the information correctly. “I’m pregnant. Yes! it’s  yours, I’m not keeping it.” A sigh leaves her mouth and she studies his face for his delayed reaction.

[mistcity]

“ No, I don’t know your first name-but it’s likely you don’t know mine either,” Rórdán responded casually, gently closing the door behind him, “ but you remembered where I live so that counts for something. And, I can ask what your name is, can’t I?” He went quiet for a moment before letting out a heavy sigh.

 “ I’d at least like to say I’m sorry I got you pregnant-” the agent started speaking again, “-and none of this is ideal for you but-but I’ve enough money if you need help with things in general. I don’t really have any other plans for what I’d do with it except…” Rórdán went quiet again, because this would sound silly and maybe it would be even more upsetting because it was clear the brunette was already in a bad mental situation. Like he didn’t know about those. “ I’ve kinda-sort of wanted kids but I can be an issue myself so…” 

[dazedgracee]

She wasn't sure what to think, honestly. She knew she couldn't do this, she has too much on her plate. She expected a different reaction. “Fiona” she mumbles. “An issue?” she says again, a small chuckle leaves her mouth quietly. Goodness, this man really has no idea what he’s getting himself into. “You have no idea,” Her body relaxes, her hands laying by her sides, she sits on the couch in front of her. Now, a louder laugh slips from her mouth effortlessly, “You have no fuckin’ idea,” she leans back into the furniture, her body relaxing and for a split of a second the worry leaves her body. She found it funny. The man that she thought had everything, no worry, no stress, and he thought of himself as an issue?  she leans forward, her arms now laying on her knees and she stares at him, “What kind of issue?”

[dazedgracee]

Hi guys.

I’m going to respond to threads either tomorrow morning or saturday morning. My work schedule is crazy, and my brain is just turned off making it difficult to formulate threads.

To my new followers or even the two people ive wrote with are free to start another thread if you come up with an idea for our characters

[esausrpmemes]

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Yes, shipping does need chemistry between the two muses, but if you look at my muse and think ‘You know what, I’d like to ship my muse with theirs!’, feel free to tell me, even before we start threads!

I love having a direction/goal to work the characters towards – when I write fiction on my own, I like having goals and plot points, like romances, family and friend relationships, rivals and enemies.. why wouldn’t I like having the same with RP? RP is just collaborative fiction writing!

There’s no shame in liking ships, or even RPing for ships. There’s tons of people in the world who love to read romance novels, and no one tries to tell them that’s wrong or worse than liking mysteries, or fantasy adventure. Neither preference is wrong, it’s just that – a preference!

So please – if you want to ship, or work towards of ship, in any capacity : romance, family, friends, rivals, and everything in between – TELL ME! I’d love to see what we can come up with together!

[laidbear]

𝐅𝐢.

Fiona gave a half grin. She wasn’t too concerned with his demands, the previous night. A warm cup of coffee looped around her fingers, her palms gripping tightly against the cup as if too suffocate the warmth into her hands. “It’s fine” She says, little to no effort in her words, a pause. Her stomach growled but her tongue craved alcohol. Bringing the cup to her mouth, a big gulp. Warm liquid running quickly down her throat. Warming up her body rather quickly. “I’m not hungry, get whatever you want” The diner was quiet, with the occasional noises of brewing coffee, soda machines and the sizzling from the grills. Quiet chatter silently swirled around the diner.  Fiona looked  towards the window, streets filled with people. Construction work silently echoed outside, a swarm of feet stomping against the sidewalks, car horns making their appearance every few seconds. So quiet in here, Fiona didn’t like it. She wanted something to distract her urges, suddenly she snaps out of it. Looks back at bear, grins and takes another sip of her coffee.

𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲, and bear may have noticed as much had his own thoughts not been focused solely on the numbers running through his mind. finding a place to stay was never an issue, that may as well have been free, his personal food preferences were on the cheaper side which was lucky ( and entirely unhealthy ), and the convenience of public transit meant that things like car maintenance and buying gas weren’t on his to-do list            and yet somehow, he still wound up broke. people really aren’t lying when they say that kids were money pits.

𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐝𝐠𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, his own constant cravings for sugary sweet anything weren’t to be ignored, and so with a flirty smile he managed to flag down a waitress and order something that, judging by the photo on the menu, was half breakfast and half birthday cake. ❛ got any plans for today? ❜ he asked, focus finally back on fiona. 

[dazedgracee]

The question Bear asked lingered in Fiona's mind for several seconds before she could come up with an honest answer. The diner became quieter as the minutes went on, it felt smaller. She sets down her cup of half drank coffee, her fingers slowly unraveling  and she looks up at him as if she's disappointed in what she's about to say. “I don’t know” Fiona says, “I was thinking about going to an AA meeting but-”

she shrugs. She knew what her intentions were.She sighs, shoving her cup of coffee in front of her slightly,

“I’m going to smoke a cigarette” and before she allowed Bear to respond she got up from her seat, and started walking towards the door.

The second she made it outside, the harsh air from the smog, dirt and smell of the city hit her lungs hard. She liked it. Suddenly the loud sound from several things, (cars, construction work, honking and the stomps of the feet from strangers walking by) relaxed her. Fiona grabbed a cigarette from her pack that laid in her front pocket and put it to her lips.She shouldn’t have come here, nor should she have brought bear into it.

[dazedgracee]

mistcity

Fiona stands nervously in front of Rordans front door. She hasn’t seen him in several weeks, a one night stand. She normally would keep it that way. Have fun and never speak again. Her life was too hectic to handle anything else, Unforunately for her she was going to deliver some news. Her hands are shaking, and her cheeks- her once bright red cheeks due to the chicago weather no longer cold, but hot. She’s sweating. She’s shaking. ‘Okay breathe’ Fiona thinks to herself, her right hand in a fist about to knock on his door, she quickly moves her hand away and steps back. Contemplating. She stares at his door for a split of a second before she turns and begins to walk away. Her shoulders stiif, her hands glued together- twiddling her fingers.

She can’t do this now. She has to check on Liam.

Who knows what the boys are doing. oh, and Debbie?

She has homework. Fiona HAS to make sure she does it.

She makes it about five feet away from his door, her feet dragging in the snow that lays effortlessly on the sidewalk and she stops. A long exaggerated sigh slips from her mouth. She twirls around and begins to walk towards his door again. No longer contemplating or anxiety ridden, she quickly turns her right hand into a fist and pounds on his front door. Only about twenty seconds go by before he answers it and the words fly out of her mouth so quickly that she isn’t even sure he processed the information correctly. “I’m pregnant. Yes! it’s  yours, I’m not keeping it.” A sigh leaves her mouth and she studies his face for his delayed reaction.

[mistcity]

Rórdán’s eyes narrowed at the brunette as he tried to absorb another mess of words. He then shut them for a minute, swallowing roughly before taking a step back. “ Okay-hold on,” the agent opened the door a bit more so Fiona could enter. “ Could you please come inside? I get your scared, but we should talk about this.” Even if she didn’t quite know him either, but he had nothing to hide. “ I don’t intend in throwing you under the bus for anything, please come inside.” 

It was a terrible idea, but even if he had just agreed to let her go-it was obvious how bad her situation was from the strange summary she was trying to give. 

[dazedgracee]

Fiona sighs, a quiet irritated sigh. Fiona's eyebrows smash together again seeming to try to show the man that she's irritated with the situation. Her arms cross together, holding herself tightly, posture nearly perfect but stiff.

"Fine"

She spits out - frustration lingering in the tone of her voice. She takes a step in, her eyes quickly examining the room, silently guessing what each material, fabric and furniture costs. Silently adding them all together, estimating the prices, and her mind predicating how much money he makes.  “What exactly is the fucking plan then?”

A pause, “like, what do you think we’re going to do?” she says as she twirls around to be face-to-face with him again. To be truthfully honest, Fiona was second guessing herself. If she wasn’t she wouldn’t be here announcing it.

A part of her feels the need to self sabotage the situation, wanting him to spew hatred and unwillingness to participate in the idea of ‘parenting’. She stares at him, trying to make herself angry, covering her fearful emotions up as much as she could. Though, it wasn’t completely hard for her to do that. “Do you even know my first name?” a scuff, she says that confidentially even though, she can’t even remember his first name. She felt kind of proud that she remembered where he lived.

[dazedgracee]

mistcity

Fiona stands nervously in front of Rordans front door. She hasn’t seen him in several weeks, a one night stand. She normally would keep it that way. Have fun and never speak again. Her life was too hectic to handle anything else, Unforunately for her she was going to deliver some news. Her hands are shaking, and her cheeks- her once bright red cheeks due to the chicago weather no longer cold, but hot. She’s sweating. She’s shaking. ‘Okay breathe’ Fiona thinks to herself, her right hand in a fist about to knock on his door, she quickly moves her hand away and steps back. Contemplating. She stares at his door for a split of a second before she turns and begins to walk away. Her shoulders stiif, her hands glued together- twiddling her fingers.

She can’t do this now. She has to check on Liam.

Who knows what the boys are doing. oh, and Debbie?

She has homework. Fiona HAS to make sure she does it.

She makes it about five feet away from his door, her feet dragging in the snow that lays effortlessly on the sidewalk and she stops. A long exaggerated sigh slips from her mouth. She twirls around and begins to walk towards his door again. No longer contemplating or anxiety ridden, she quickly turns her right hand into a fist and pounds on his front door. Only about twenty seconds go by before he answers it and the words fly out of her mouth so quickly that she isn’t even sure he processed the information correctly. “I’m pregnant. Yes! it’s  yours, I’m not keeping it.” A sigh leaves her mouth and she studies his face for his delayed reaction.

[mistcity]

Rórdán hadn’t even remembered the brunette from so long ago, and he would have never thought she would come back to his place again let alone remember were it was. He didn’t have time to think about her anyway-he had too many files to go through and paperwork to turn in, and a nine-year-old who he had to meet at five for his math lessons. But not before his first cup of coffee.

The tired man was standing in his kitchen, watching the precious liquid being made when he heard the knock on the door. Who would bother him during the best of part of the day? 

When he opened the front door, when he heard the flood of words come out the nervous wreck whose name he didn’t even remember,  Rórdán felt his heart stop. Because out of everything the brunette could have said to him, it couldn’t have been those words. “ Why-Wait no I-” The agent shook his head, “-you can’t just…I mean, you just told me your pregnant, I-I don’t want you to get rid of it.” 

[dazedgracee]

Fiona's eyebrows smashed together in an irritated manner, she watched him carefully as he spoke. 'Can't?' Fiona thought. She can't afford another child when she has to take care of her siblings, pay bills and work random/ disgusting jobs just to make ends meat. She huffed. She'd only been here once before and as he stood in the door way, she awkwardly titled her head slightly attempting to get a peak of the inside. Let's be real here. Last time she wasn't exactly interested in what the place looked like. She got a small glimpse of the living room area before quickly fixing her posture and focusing her attention on him. "I can't?" she spits out her voice still slightly shaking, she was a nervous wreck for some odd reason. This mans opinion wasn't going to shift hers.

"Listen-" a pause, she looks up at him, releasing her twiddling fingers and pulling a loose strand of hair out of her eyes and tucking it behind her ear,

"I didn't come here to-"

another pause, "I-" her voice was slow, as if contemplating on what to say, and her words quickly fell out nervously, her voice shaking while she talked rather fast. It was quite obvious of how stressed she really was. "I'm not here to give you my life story, you obviously have enough money to not have to worry about bringing another child into this FUCKED up world" a huff, her posture changing, as if to defend herself she speaks louder, with attitude. "But, I'm not a silver spoon fed idiot like-" she looks at him, " have five siblings to take care of. That i've been taking care of, since i was a child. I have bills to pay. I can't do this to my body, not right now. I have shit to handle." she sighs, “We barely know eachother, dude. You don’t know what youre getting yourself into.”

[dazedgracee]

mistcity

Fiona stands nervously in front of Rordans front door. She hasn't seen him in several weeks, a one night stand. She normally would keep it that way. Have fun and never speak again. Her life was too hectic to handle anything else, Unforunately for her she was going to deliver some news. Her hands are shaking, and her cheeks- her once bright red cheeks due to the chicago weather no longer cold, but hot. She's sweating. She's shaking. 'Okay breathe' Fiona thinks to herself, her right hand in a fist about to knock on his door, she quickly moves her hand away and steps back. Contemplating. She stares at his door for a split of a second before she turns and begins to walk away. Her shoulders stiif, her hands glued together- twiddling her fingers.

She can't do this now. She has to check on Liam.

Who knows what the boys are doing. oh, and Debbie?

She has homework. Fiona HAS to make sure she does it.

She makes it about five feet away from his door, her feet dragging in the snow that lays effortlessly on the sidewalk and she stops. A long exaggerated sigh slips from her mouth. She twirls around and begins to walk towards his door again. No longer contemplating or anxiety ridden, she quickly turns her right hand into a fist and pounds on his front door. Only about twenty seconds go by before he answers it and the words fly out of her mouth so quickly that she isn’t even sure he processed the information correctly. “I’m pregnant. Yes! it’s  yours, I’m not keeping it.” A sigh leaves her mouth and she studies his face for his delayed reaction.

[dazedgracee]

I’m following a bunch of roleplaying accounts. Whether or not our characters are in the same reality or not you all are more than welcome to start a thread, just message me and let me know.