#HUG YOUR CHILDREN VICTORIA

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(TW blatant and unfiltered dark and heavy discussion)

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Heavy, in every photo I've found of him, never wears a helmet or protective gear, he teases and hangs around incredibly dangerous and feral animals for "Fun" heavy had a knife potentially belonging to HIM to give to Dee to take photos with

I don't have any solid proof, but finding this detail has made me think..

what if heavy is actually $^!<!dal??

I stayed up practically all night last night and was watching one of the creators mf imagine videos (the theme was titanic) They said Victoria would be able to get by and to the rafts with pure force and using heavy as sympathy bait then they said she'd do the same with Dee and I just-

need everyone to look at this oml

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I think I have sent this same request some time ago but I still would like you to write something about Emilia and Max hanging out with Victoria’s children and maybe thinking about their own future kids. But really anything with Max and Emilia would be great!

I don’t think I’ve ever seen this one, but tumblr eats asks sometimes 🤷‍♀️ but it’s too cute so here you go! I am keeping these short but I hope you still enjoy it!

✨Set during summer break 2024✨

I’m having his baby (…) no, I’m not

You take a sip of your rosé as Victoria comes to stand beside you. You’re lurking in the doorway of the lounge, watching Max sitting on the couch with his baby niece in his arms. He’s bobbing her in a gentle motion, his hands looking huge around her tiny, swaddled body.

“God, I remember when we used to say our kids would get married,” Vic says beside you, and you laugh.

You did say that. As little kids you would wish to be sisters, and somehow the only way you could think to make that happen would be for your children to marry each other. Like in that Flintstones movie you used to love. You’d draw pictures of the two of you sitting on the porch of a large house, watching your children get married.

Now you wonder if your mums thought the same, during those summers in Italy, as they watched you all play. They swear now that they did, that the mother’s intuition told them you and Max were tied together by some invisible chord that chafed on both your wrists. “A mother always knows,” Sophie said to you when she saw you last, “you will know, too”.

“And now that would be illegal and dangerous for our grandkids,” you say, shaking your head. “Crazy,”

“I like it better this way,” Victoria says, putting her arm around your shoulder and squeezing you into a hug.

“Me, too,” you agree, your eyes fixed on Max and Hailey. He’s whispering to her in Dutch, her eyes fluttering closed every few seconds as she yawns in his face, which only makes him smile. He’s utterly mesmerised by her. And you’re mesmerised by him.

I swear I can actually feel my ovaries right now.

“He’s so good with kids,” Vic says. “Even with Jaye I remember he was so gentle,”

“Yeah,” you agree, only half hearing her as you take another sip.

“Gives you baby fever, huh?”

You choke on your wine. Was that Victoria or your subconscious talking?

Vic, are you in here? No, of course she’s not in here. She’s just being nosey. Act natural.

“Are you okay?” Max asks from the couch. You look over at him as you wipe your mouth, coughing once as you nod. Even as he looks at you in concern, he never stops the gentle bouncing motion of the baby in his arms.

You go to answer, but Vic beats you to it, blunt as ever. “I was just saying, you will be having one of your own soon, yeah?” She smiles, nodding at Hailey.

If Max is panicking as much as you, he doesn’t show it, just shrugging. “I mean, ye-“ You can feel your eyes widen, and he stops when he sees your face. He tries again. “May-“ he frowns at you, silently begging for help. “No?” You nod gently, and Max turns to Victoria. “No.”

She looks at you in mild disbelief. “No?”

“No,” you emphasise to both Verstappens.

You love them dearly but genetics are a crazy thing - they both share a chronic disregard for timing. They want it all, and they want it now, in any order, all order be damned.

“You’re not getting any younger,” Victoria says, nudging you.

“That is just rude,” you tell her, and she just smiles unapologetically.

“Oh, come on,” she implores, reaching up to wind her finger around a lock of your hair, “a little baby with Max’s eyes and your hair?”

“And both of our tempers,” you say with a chuckle. “Can you imagine that? Besides, we can barely make cereal, and you want us to raise a baby?”

You look at Max for support, but he’s no longer paying attention. He’s looking down at his niece like he’s holding water.

Maybe a baby can live on cereal, if her dad looks at her like that.

“I’m going to go put Hailey down for her nap,” Vic says, jerking you from your thoughts.

She goes over to take a sleepy Hailey from Max’s arms, and he looks loathe to let her go. She looks so much bigger when held by her mother, and her so much more fragile.

“When I get back, we can start on dinner. I’m going to make cereal,” Vic teases in a whisper, winking at you as she passes.

Max snorts with laughter, and you shoot Vic a glare as she starts to hum, shuffling her way out of the lounge towards the bedroom.

You join Max on the couch, falling onto it beside him with a heavy sigh.

“So glad I’m an only child,” you say, rolling your eyes. When Max doesn’t respond, you glance over at him to find him staring at his hands. You nudge him gently. “What?”

“You do,” he starts, leaning back as he turns to you. “Want kids, someday, don’t you?With me. I mean…you don’t think I’ll be, like…”

“No,” you answer quickly, when you understand what he’s getting at.

You silently curse yourself for that joke about tempers. For ever making him think that’s something you worry about. You know there’s a heaviness in Max, in both of you. You know that he is so much more than his father’s son. But you also know that the weight on his shoulders will keep him crooked until he can see that for himself. You hope knowing you see it will be enough for now.

“I want your baby, Max. Someday. There’s no one else I would ever do this with besides you and not just because I love you, but because I know you’ll be an amazing dad,” you tell him honestly, and even that small platitude seems to relax his shoulders. “But can we at least get to one year of baby making activities before we start painting a nursery?”

Max nods, letting out a husk of a laugh. “I’m shit at painting anyway,” he says, looking at you from under those eyelashes that you secretly envy.

Maybe she’ll inherit those, too.

“Free practice?” You offer with a smirk, holding your hand for his.

Max looks at your outstretched palm for a moment before taking your hand in his. “Free practice,” he agrees, using his grip on your hand to pull you forward so that your chest is pressed against his. “I’m looking forward to FP2 later,”

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Sometimes you just need your brother || Pt.1

Summary: in which max's little sister finally feels free from her home life and max is there to support her straight away.

Makayla Verstappen (OC) x f1 grid

Series

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makaylaverstappen: study & new friends🦈💗

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user12 Prettyyy😍

user61 Sharks are your new friends ?!

user81 Future marine biologist here !!

user62 The aesthetic✨

maxverstappen1 If u die, it’s your own fault!

makaylaverstappen wow, thanks bro

maxverstappen1 welcome Mack :)

user15 I love their relationship🥰

user61 Max and Kayla >>

user29 🥰🥰

user33 Max💀😭

landonorris How are you not scared ??

makaylaverstappen Nothing to be scared about!

landonorris It’s sharks!!

user19 Lando😭

user44 The fact that she’s 16 and so many people wouldn’t want to do what she’s doing🤣

//

Everyone knows what Jos Verstappen was like treating Max Verstappen growing up. Everyone saw that Max didn’t see his mother Sophie and his sister Victoria much due to him always travelling around the world.

When they got divorce, Jos went off and got married again and had more children who became Max and Victoria’s step siblings.

Max couldn’t say he had a favourite siblings, but when it came to Makayla Verstappen, her and Max got very close despite the big age gap.

Makayla Verstappen is a 16 year old, she has all her focus on her studies to hopefully achieve her dream of becoming a marine biologist.

If her father let her, that is..

Jos’s relationship with Makayla wasn’t good, they both argued all the time just because of the career Makayla wanted to have wasn’t good enough according to him.

They were always having an argument, like right now.

“Why can’t you just accept it’s the career I want to have!” Makayla said. “It’s not good enough Makayla, what good in the world does a marine biologist do?” Jos shouted.

“Mhm I don’t know! Making fucking looking after the animals and the planet?” Makayla shouted at him, something that she never had to courage to ever do until now.

“Don’t you dare shout at me, you know what will happen if you do that again? You’ll be out of this house” Jos spat has her. “I don’t wanna be there anyways!” Makayla said.

“Go then, I won’t care you are always in your bedroom all day everyday anyways!” Jos replied. “So, this is what you are doing? Kicking out a 16 year old!” Makayla exclaimed.

“Yes” Jos replied as Makayla just stared at him as he walked into the kitchen. She slowly made her way up to her bedroom to start packing a suitcase. After a few hours she had everything packed.

She was finally free.

//

Something that Max Verstappen wasn’t expected was to see his 16 year old sister the other side of this door, with a suitcase and a sad look on her face.

“Mack, how’d you get here?” Max asked her softly as helped her into his apartment and pulled her into a hug. The girl could see quite a few drivers there so she buried her head into his chest.

“C’mon, talk to us we won’t be able to help you otherwise” Daniel said as he walked over to the two siblings. “He kicked me out..” Makayla mumbled and all the drivers faces fell.

All that Max felt was anger, why in the world would his father kick out his daughter who is only 16 years old? He pulled out of the hug and went to go find his phone.

“Max! Don’t do anything please!” Makayla said as he tried to go after him but she was pulled into a hug by Lando. “Let him calm down,” Lando whispered.

Daniel went after Max to try to calm him down, Makayla had been led towards to couch and started to have a small chat with the drivers.

“Wait! What happens if I get put into care?! I’m not a legal adult!” Makayla exclaimed as Max appeared back into the room and wrapped his arms around his sister.

“Everything is going to be alright, I’ll get it all sorted out I promise you..” Max told her as he left a kiss on her forehead.

[lee-laurent]

Done Trying - Luke Hughes

Summary: In which Luke falls for a girl who always seems to be hanging around the Devils, the issue she has a toddler with one of his teammates

There will be more parts!! Next part is the backstory of John and Tori! Part after that is a continuation of this part! Hope you guys enjoy!

content: unplanned pregnancy, fluff, angst, children (is that a warning??), past relationships, self confidence and body image issues, money struggles, oc x ex!john marino (this is throughout the story, but this is a luke fic!! she ends up with luke!!)

WC: 4.8k

notes: this idea came to me the other night while i was watching tiktoks lol, but i thought it would a fun fic to write. the poll i put out showed a pretty clear leader the whole time, but if you guys are interested in me doing any of the other pairings in the poll just let me know!! before writing this i have a feeling it's gonna be a long fic so enjoy!!

Luke Hughes was walking down the street to the cafe that Jack had recommended. He still didn't know many places in Newark, seeing as it was his rookie season, but his brother had been a huge help... for the most part. Jack had told him about his coffee shop that was usually pretty quiet, so he wouldn't have to worry about fans coming up to him. And it had become his safe haven over the last two weeks.

Victoria Wilson was also walking down the street in the direction of the cafe, but she wasn't alone. Her newly turned two-year-old was toddling besides her, having refused to get in his stroller when they were leaving their apartment. "No" was his favourite word at the moment and Tori thought it might drive her crazy. She was dropping him off at his dad's in a couple hours, so she decided that grabbing him a bagel and some juice for breakfast sounded like a great way to get out of the house.

"Riley! Stop!" she screeched, watching as her son started to run down the sidewalk in the direction of a tall boy, looking at his phone. She didn't reach him in time though, the little boy wrapping his arms around the man's legs.

"What the hell?" Luke muttered, staring down at the toddler gripping his leg.

"I am so sorry! He's really big into hugging right now. We're working on learning who we shouldn't hug," Tori rambled, attempting to pull Riley off the man.

"It's fine. Really. No worries. Come on, little dude. Go back with your sister," Luke smiled, making the girl blush.

"I- I'm his mom, but I'll take that as a compliment," she smiled, finally prying Riley away and picking him up. He squirmed her arms, screaming "no" like it was mantra.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have assumed," Luke rubbed the back of his neck.

"It's all good. Let me buy you a coffee. Again, I'm so sorry. Terrible twos," she sighed, reaching into her purse for a pacifier. "Here bubba. Let's go get breakfast."

Riley finally calmed down, happily putting the pacifier in his mouth. Tori had been trying her best to ween him off his "binky" but his dad wasn't, so it wasn't really working all that well.

"You don't have to do that. He's just a kid."

"Please, I'd really like to," she smiled. Luke nodded, opening the door for the woman and her son.

Tori ordered a coffee for herself and Luke, as well as a bagel and apple juice for Riley. They sat at a small table, Riley on her lap and Luke across from her.

"I'm Tori, by the way. And this little devil is Riley."

"It's nice to meet you," Luke grinned, "I'm Luke."

"So, how long have you lived in Jersey?" she smiled, breaking off a bit of bagel for Riley. He had a habit of trying to shove things in his mouth and gagging every time. So Tori always broke his food up into little pieces.

"A month now. I, um, just moved here for my new job."

"That's exciting," she grinned, handing Riley more food.

"What about you?"

"We moved here two years ago. Riley's dad moves a lot for work and I like to be in the same city as him so they can spend time together."

Luke nodded. So she was single. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't admiring her. She was stunning. Pale skin covered in freckles, ginger hair that she'd curled into waves, and the prettiest blue eyes he'd ever seen. She giggled as Riley dropped bagel all over his shirt, attempting to wipe it away as best as a toddler could.

"You said Riley's two?"

"Yes! He just turned two in August!"

"My mom always said that's the hardest age," Luke tried his best to relate to the girl in front of him.

"Ha! She's right. He really likes saying 'no' right now. It's impossible to get him to do anything except play mini sticks."

Luke choked on his coffee, "As in hockey?"

"Oh, yeah. He, uh, we're big hockey fans in my house."

"Devils?"

"No. No offence if you're a Devils fan. But we're proud Penguins fans. Right, Riley?"

"Pen-guin," he giggled, clapping his cream cheese covered hands together.

"That's cool," he nodded, checking his phone. Jack had texted asking if he'd died on the way to get coffee. "I, um, it was really nice meeting you, but my brother's getting worried about me. I should go."

"No worries! It was lovely meeting you too. Say 'bye-bye', Riley."

"Bye-bye!"

"Bye, Riley. Um, I was wondering if I could get your number. We could do this again some time? It's totally fine if not. I just-"

"Of course, Luke. Here," she chuckled, taking his phone from him. Luke walked out of the coffee shop with a smile.

It was the first Family Skate of the season and Luke was happily yapping away with Jack and Nico, seeing as they were all single. Luke had been texting nonstop with Tori for the last two weeks, she was really busy taking care of Riley so they hadn't met up again yet. He had found out she was 24, from Pittsburgh, and had a degree in journalism. He hadn't told her what he did for a living, just saying athletics which she assumed meant personal training. He was laughing at a joke that his brother had made when a flash of red hair caught his eye.

He did a double take. Standing at the bench was Tori, holding an extremely excited looking Riley on her hip, tiny skates on his feet. They were both dressed in Devils jerseys. Tori pointed at someone on the ice and Riley clapped happily. John Marino skated over, grabbing Tori's hand to guide her onto the ice. Maybe she wasn't single like he assumed.

"What're you looking at, Rusty?" Jack knocked his shoulder.

"Huh? Nothing."

"Come on, let's go see Curtis."

Luke followed his brother, keeping an eye on John and the girl now holding his hand. It hurt a little, he really thought they were connecting. And she hadn't mentioned a boyfriend at all.

Tori had yet to notice Luke, smiling widely watching her son and his father interact. Even if she and John had broken up, they still held a mutual respect for each other, maybe even still loved one another.

"Do you like his jersey?" she asked, showing John the '6 Marino' on the back of their son's shirt.

"Wow! You look just like Daddy, bubba!"

"'Ike Dada!" Riley smiled.

"My mom got it for him for his birthday. He was really excited to show you."

"Well, I think it's awesome. Tell your mom 'thank you.'"

"Of course. I-" she stopped. Her eyes locked with a familiar pair across the ice. Luke? She furrowed her brow, handing the toddler over to his dad. "Here. Practice skating with him. I, uh, need to talk to someone."

"Oh, sure! Everything alright?"

"Yeah, yeah. Just fine," she mustered a smile as he pressed a kiss to her temple, skating off with Riley.

"Luke?" she approached him, a confused look on her face. Jack and Nico looked at each other before skating off to see John and Riley.

"Hi, Tori. I, uh, I didn't expect to see you here."

"Yeah. Me neither. You play for the Devils?"

"Um... yeah? It's my rookie season. I just- I didn't want you to like only want to talk to me cause I play in the NHL."

"I gave you those vibes?" she sassed, crossing her arms over her chest.

"No, no. That's not- You don't. I, uh, what're you doing here? I thought you were... single."

"I am. I would've stopped talking to you if I wasn't. Riley's dad also plays for the Devils."

Then it all fell into place for Luke. Moving from Pittsburgh, being Penguins fans, Riley's dad moving around for work, her being here.

"Johnny?"

"Yes. John invited us. I thought it would be fun for Riley."

"I'm sorry. I- I should've told you. Are- is this too weird now?"

"'This?' There isn't really a 'this' yet, Luke. We just met and I have a kid. But if you're asking if I'm going to stop talking to you. Then no. This isn't weird for me."

"Do you- d'you think John will be upset?"

"John? No. He just wants whatever is best for Riley. We broke up over a year ago."

"I'm sorry. I wasn't trying to pry. I-"

"Luke, it's fine. It was nice seeing you, but I should get back to my family."

"Right. See ya, Tori," Luke smiled, ignoring the pain in his chest at her words. John was her family. How was he supposed to beat that?

"You know Luke?" John asked as his ex-girlfriend skated up next to him.

"You remember that guy I met that Riley hugged?"

"The one from the coffee shop? Yeah, you said- oh my god! Was it Luke?"

"Yep," she popped the 'p' at the end of the word, "He didn't tell me he played hockey."

"Are you gonna cut things off?"

"There isn't really a 'thing' to cut off. We just text."

"Right. Well, don't let it stress you out."

"I won't. Don't worry. Anyway, how's Riley doing at skating?"

"Like a newborn deer. But he loves it, so..."

"Are you gonna be just like Dada?" she cooed, kissing her son's chubby cheek.

"'Ike Dada!"

"Yes! Just like Dada!"

Riley joined John in the locker room after, seeing as he was spending the night at his instead of going home with his mom. He sat in John's stall, kicking his feet back and forth. John had changed him into some tennis shoes instead of his skates.

"Hey, Riley!" Nico smiled, raising his hand over a high five.

"Cap!"

"Yes sir! That's gonna be you some day, huh?"

"Cap!"

Nico ruffled the boy's dark curls, walking back over to his stall. Jack also came over to see the little boy, but turned his attention to John after.

"Did ya know that Tori and Luke know each other?" he frowned.

"Huh? No, Tori told me today. Why?"

"Luke had been talking about this girl he met a couple weeks ago, had no idea it was Tori. I would've told him to back off."

"Back off? Tori and I aren't getting back together. That ship has long sailed."

"Really? I thought you still... loved her?"

"Of course I do. She's the mother of my child and for that I'll always love her. But she's made it very clear that we didn't work as more than friends. If she wants to see other people, I'm not going to stop her."

"Even if it's your own teammate?"

"Luke is the only guy on this team I'd let date my ex. Trust me."

"Damn. Maybe I was gonna shoot my shot."

"She'd reject you before you could even say hi," John smirked.

"Hungy! Hungy!" Riley chanted, pulling at John's sleeve.

"Okay, bud. One second, Jack," John reached into his backpack, pulling out a pouch and opening it for Riley. "There you go, bud. Eat slowly."

"O-tay."

"Anyway, Tori wouldn't be interested in you. She only likes guys with curly hair."

"Really?"

"Yes, really. We were together for four years. I know what her type is," he rolled his eyes. "Are we done here? I'd like to take my baby home."

Jack nodded, sulking back over to his stall.

"So... how're things with that Luke boy going?" Tori's best friend, Allison, asked. The two girls were sat on the sofa, an almost empty bottle of red wine in front of them, some horrible reality tv show on in the background.

"About that..."

"Oh no! Did he end up being a dick?"

"No, no. Nothing like that. He, um, he's teammates with John."

"He's what?! You're kidding me!"

"Nope. Saw him at family skate today."

"I thought you said he was an athletic trainer."

"He told me he did athletics. I just assumed he did like training for something. But nope, he's a rookie for the Devils."

"That's insane! Are you cutting him off? I thought you'd sworn off hockey players."

"I-"

"Victoria Jane Wilson! Do NOT tell me you're thinking about getting with this guy!"

"I... I'm not sure. He's really cute, Ally. Like the cutest guy I've seen in a while."

"Cuter than John?"

"Not sure anyone is cuter than John. My son is his carbon copy and he's the cutest ever."

"Speaking of Riley, do you think this Luke kid is ready to deal with a child in addition to you? He's how old? 20?"

"I know... I love Riley, but he's definitely made my dating pool smaller."

"Well, you'll have no way of knowing until you ask him on a date."

"You were just saying no more hockey boys! Make up your mind, Ally!"

"I know... but you haven't been on a date in like what..."

"Seven months."

"Seven months?! Text him right now!"

"Right now?"

"Right now!"

Maybe it was the copious amounts of wine that she'd consumed or the fact that she hadn't been on a date in seven months, but she reached for her phone and typed out a message.

I was wondering if you'd like to go on a proper date some time? Without any children with us

"Done!"

"Yay!!! This calls for more wine!"

The girls clinked their glasses together, giggling as they drank more.

Hey, Tori. I'd love that! Is Riley with John tomorrow? I'm free after 5.

"Oh my God! He said yes!!!"

"I knew he would, girl! You're stunning."

"I-"

"Don't give me that shit about your 'Mummy Tummy.' You carried a baby for 9 months of course you aren't going to look exactly the same as you did before. But trust me, you look fucking stunning. Now text him back!"

Ally was over for the second night in a row, except this time it wasn't girls' night. She was helping Tori get ready for her first date in almost a year.

"You have to wear something lowcut! Show off the goods," Ally smiled, pretending to squeeze some boobs in the air.

"They're not that impressive," Tori rolled her eyes, flicking through her shirts.

"Girl! Be confident! If I had tits like yours, I'd walk around in nothing but a bra!"

"Ally! Don't be crass!"

"What? Just telling the truth! We both know that Riley exists cause John loved your curves a little too much."

"Allison!" Tori gasped, although it was a tad bit dirty, she couldn't help but giggle. She pulled a white, flowy tank top out of her closet, holding it up to her body. "Thoughts?"

"That's the one! You'll look irresistible. Now! Let me do your makeup!" Ally clapped.

Tori did a once over in the mirror, smiling brightly. She wasn't usually very confident in her body, and that only got worse after having Riley. A ring filled the apartment as someone pressed her buzzer in the lobby. She pressed on the intercom button, "Come up!"

"I'll be here the whole time. Call if you need rescuing and I want all the details when you get back!" Ally smiled, plopping down on Tori's bed.

Luke rasied his fist, knocking on the wooden door. Tori wiped her hands on her jeans one last time, opening the door to reveal the boy. He was wearing a polo shirt that showed off his arms in the best way and a pair of khaki pants. It looked like he had attempted to tame his curls, but they just looked like they always did but wet.

"Wow, you... you look so pretty, Tori," he stuttered.

"Thank you. You also look really cute," she blushed. "Let me just grab my purse and then we can go. Come in."

Luke entered the apartment, taking in the decor. There was a small table in the corner covered in art supplies and a basket of toys next to it. On the sofa was a stuffed Winnie the Pooh and lots of plastic farm animals. Hanging on the wall was a colourful scribble with Riley's name printed at the bottom. It was clear to him that Riley was the most important thing in her life.

"Sorry, it's a bit messy. I usually clean when he's at John's, but I was... kinda nervous about tonight and forgot."

"You've got no reason to be nervous. I promise," Luke smiled.

God, his smile was cute. It was crooked, almost like a smirk and she wanted to see it every second of every day for the rest of her life.

"Shall we?"

"We shall."

The walk to the restaurant was full of jokes and laughs. Conversation between the two flowed so easily.

"You're joking! There's no way!"

"I'm not! He ripped Quinn's braces out!"

"That's insane!"

"Do you have any siblings?"

"No, no, I don't. Only child."

"How's that?"

"It was a bit lonely when I was a kid. But now I've got Riley so it's impossible to feel lonely."

They sat at a table, deciding to share a very large plate of seafood pasta.

"This is kind of a personal question, so you don't have to answer. But did you always want to be a mom?"

"That's not too personal, in my opinion. But yeah. When I found out I was pregnant though, I was really unsure. I was 22 and wanted to do so much more in my life first. But I can do most of those things even with Riley. And if I can't, John is there to watch him for me."

"That's a good way of looking at things. I, uh, I've never dated anyone with a kid."

Tori giggled, "I'm not surprised, Luke. But I'm not asking you to stay around if you don't want to."

They quickly moved on from talking about Riley, talking about their childhoods, favourite movies, and favourite foods.

"Secretariat? The horse movie?" she laughed.

"Don't laugh! It's a good movie!"

"I've never seen it."

"Well, I know what our next date is going to be," Luke's eyes widened as his brain caught up with his mouth, "If- If you want to go on another date. I, uh, I get if you don't want to. No pressure."

"Luke, I'd love to watch Secretariat with you," she smiled, reaching across the table to hold his hand. She ran her thumb over his knuckles, giving him a reassuring smile.

"I, uh, I'm free tomorrow. If that's not too soon."

"That should work. I just have to pick up Riley at 5, so it'll have to be in the afternoon."

"I'll make sure I'm up then."

"It's okay. I also sleep in on days Riley is with John."

Luke walked Tori up to her apartment, not wanting their night to end. They stood awkwardly in the doorway, looking at each other.

"I had a really good night," she smiled, looking down at her shoes.

"M- Me too. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Mhm."

"Can... Can I kiss you?"

"I don't normally kiss on the first date," she smirked.

"Oh, I'm so sorry."

"I'll make an exception for you."

Tori pushed herself up on her tip-toes, leaning in until their noses brushed. She let Luke take the final step, softly pressing their lips together. His were a bit chapped, but she didn't mind. Maybe her lip balm would rub off and help him out. They smiled, breaking the kiss.

"See you tomorrow," she waved goodbye, closing the door as he walked down the hall to the elevator.

"How was it?!" Ally screeched. Tori jumped, holding her hand to her chest.

"Holy shit! I forgot you were here!"

"Okay? How was it?!"

"So good! He's coming over tomorrow. Oh Lord, I have to clean!"

"He's coming over?! You're getting laid?!"

"No, God. Ally, it's our second date. I'm not sleeping with him."

"Why not?! When was the last time you had sex?"

"Um..."

"When did you and John sleep together?"

"Two months ago."

"I still can't believe you did that."

"He looked really hot playing with Riley. And we both hadn't slept with anyone in months. It was just... a mutual release."

Ally shook her head, "Whatever. Two months. You need some dick. And not your ex's."

"Why not? John's-"

"I don't want to hear about John's dick, Victoria."

"Your favourite person ever wouldn't exist without it," she shrugged.

"Riley's the only good thing that came from John. Anywho..."

"We're not sleeping together tomorrow. We're watching his favourite movie."

"Aww! That's so sweet! Look at you!! Finally moving on from Johnny Boy."

"I've been moved on for a while. I'm not sure the same can be said for him."

"He'll figure it out when he sees how happy you are with Luke!"

Tori giggled, "Time to clean up."

"I'll help... if we open a bottle of wine."

"Deal."

Tori was so nervous that she'd refolded the blanket on the back of the sofa at least six times now. She didn't really have company over except Ally and John. She wanted her apartment to look the best it ever had. All of Riley's toys were back in his toy bin and his room, she'd even cleaned the kitchen counter in case Luke went in there for something.

The intercom buzzed and Luke's voice broke through, "It's Luke. Hughes. Luke Hughes. Except I don't think you're expecting another Luke. But, I'm here."

Tori laughed, pressing the button to let him up. Less than a minute later there was a knock at her door. She took a deep breath, swining it open and smiling widely. Luke was in a Devils hoodie and some track pants. Luckily, she was dressed similarly.

"Welcome! I set up the living room for us."

"Perfect," Luke entered, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. Tori sat on the sofa, Luke boldly sitting right next to her. Their thighs were touching and he had his arm stretched over the back of the leather sofa.

She couldn't help but admire his thighs. That was one thing she loved about hockey boys. Their thighs. It was probably her favourite feature when looking for a guy.

She clicked on Disney+, the app immediately playing Mickey Mouse Clubhouse.

"Shit, sorry. Guess that's the last thing we were watching on here."

Luke just laughed, scooting closer to her (if that was possible). She relaxed, cuddling into his side. The movie started and Luke smiled down at her, pressing a kiss to her nose. She blushed, leaning up and connecting their lips in an actual kiss.

"No more kissing. You're going to distract me from the movie," Tori sassed, playfully pushing his face as he went in for another one.

"Fine," he pouted, turning his attention to the movie.

By the time the movie had ended, Tori was practically wrapped around Luke. A loud yawn escaped her.

"Was it that boring? That's my favourite movie we're talking about, Victoria," he feigned anger.

"It was sad. But I liked it. I need a nap though."

"Oh, I can go."

"No, come on. Your comfy," she grabbed his hand, leading him to her bedroom. Luke lay down next to her, allowing her to cuddle into his side, an arm thrown over his chest. She fell asleep almost immediately. He wasn't surprised though. He understood that Riley had been having a sleep regression and it was exhausting for John and Tori. He turned to look at the picture on her bedside table. It was her, Riley, and John at a beach. It looked recent, like it had just been taken over the off season. Tori was holding on of Riley's hands and John was holding the other. They looked like a happy, functional family. And it made Luke's brain run a mile a minute. How come her relationship with John hadn't worked out? Maybe she didn't commitment. Maybe she didn't want something serious. Maybe- A snore cut off his thoughts and he looked down at the sleeping figure in his arms. Why was he worried? She seemed happy. He just needed to not overthink it. Easier said than done.

Luke woke her up at 4:30, shaking her shoulder slightly. She slowly sat up, patting down her messy hair.

"What's up?" she mumbled.

"It's 4:30. I should probably go before John and Riley get here. I don't want to confuse anyone."

"Oh... okay. I, uh, sorry I fell asleep. I haven't had a full night of sleep in what feels like ages."

"You're fine, Tori. You coming to the game on Tuesday?"

"Yeah. I try to bring Riley to most home games. We just never stay long. He gets restless."

"See you then," he kissed her one last time.

"Mama!" Riley ran into Tori's arms.

"Hi, baby! Did you have fun at Dada's?"

"Yes! We 'ockey!"

"You played hockey! That's so fun! Let's get you some dinner!"

"Hungy!"

Tori smiled, standing up to talk to John.

"How was he?"

"You weren't kidding about the sleep. Couldn't get him down until 11 last night. And he was up at 3 and 5."

"Yeah, it's Hell. Did he stay in his cot?"

"Last night he slept in my bed. Night before he slept in his cot until 4."

"Did you use a pacifier?"

"I'm working on not. I know you said you want him to give it up. He used it last night because I could not calm him."

"That's fine. We're coming to the game Tuesday. Can't promise we'll stay after the first period though."

"All good. You wanna stay for dinner?"

"Nah, I'm going to Jack's. See you at the game."

"See you at the game."

John pressed a kiss to her hair, "Come say goodbye to Dada, Riley!"

"Buh-bye, Dada! 'Uv 'oo!"

"I love you too!"

Once the door was closed and locked for the night, Tori put Riley in his booster seat.

"How about mac and cheese?"

"Eese!"

"Let's do it! We're going to go see Dada play hockey in two days! Are you excited?"

"I 'uv 'ockey!"

"I know you do, baby! Mac and cheese time!"

Tori was exhausted Tuesday night as she entered the arena. Riley hadn't slept the last time night for more than 4 hours and was throwing tantrums all day because he was tired. He cried and cried for his dad. Tori eventually had to call John and have him come calm down Riley while she showered. She was on the brink of crying all day Tuesday and the stress of being at the game wasn't helping. But she'd promised John that Riley would be there at least for a little bit. She was chasing him around the family suite, trying to tire the little boy out. He'd started playing with some of the other kids and she finally had a moment to herself.

"Girl, you need a vacation," Reanne sighed, rubbing her friend's back.

"You're telling me. He's been so poorly behaved recently. I just... I'm considering have John move in until he gets over his sleep regression."

"Really?" Nicole gasped, "Are you sure?"

"I'm not sure what my other options are. Call my mom to come. But she hates flying. I'd ask John's parents, but they don't love me since the break up."

"Luke?"

"We've been on two dates! And he's a rookie. He needs his sleep."

"A nanny?"

"I have no money, girl. Child support is a saving grace at the moment."

"I'm sure John would-"

"I'm not asking my ex for money."

"Are you still working for that online newspaper?"

"Yeah, but the pay isn't the best ever. It works for us, but I can't afford a nanny."

"Well, if you need moral support when you talk to John about it, we're all here," one of the other wives smiled kindly.

After the game, John came over for a bit. Tori had texted him and asked for him to come so they could talk. So, now they were tensely sitting at the kitchen table.

"What's up, Tori?"

"I- I need to ask you something."

"Shoot."

"I, um, I need you to move back in for a bit. This... this isn't me asking to get back together. Please don't take it that way. I- I'm seeing Luke now. But Riley has been a lot to handle on my own right now. And I really need help."

"I- I could pay for a nanny. Or-"

"John. I'm asking you as his father not as my ex-boyfriend."

"Right. Um, yeah. I can do that. For how long?"

"Until he's over this sleep regression. We need to tag team it right now. It's too much for one person."

"Let me go to my place and grab some stuff. I'll be back in an hour. Can you set up the sofa for me?"

"Why? You can sleep in my room. It's closer to Riley's."

"Because we're not together?"

"John, I'm not uncomfortable if you aren't. Your the father of my child. It's not weird for me."

"Then it's fine with me. See you in an hour."

God, she hoped this didn't backfire.

[impval]

Victoria Neuman Fluff Alphabet

Victoria Neuman x Fem!Reader

Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Oh, girl. The woman is practically bathing you in affection, always. From complimenting your clothes to complimenting your cooking skills, or to just complimenting you for existing. Victoria is always touching you in some way, whether it be a light brush of her fingers on the small of your back as she walks down the hall, or a quick and subtle caress of her hand against yours as she's speaking.

Body (What is their favorite physical feature of yours?)

Your hands. That may seem odd, but she loves them so much. She's likes holding your hands in hers, caressing them, pressing kisses to your skin. How comfortable and perfect your hand fit in hers.

Cuddling (How do they like to cuddle?)

Victoria's not a huge cuddler. She will sometimes lay next to you, but always giving you space. Maybe sometimes occasionally and randomly, she would cling to you like a koala, but in reality, she finds cuddling too much for her.

Dates (What are dates like with them?)

As someone who has power and money, she going to spoil you in every way possible. Expensive restaurants, five star hotels, and the most incredible gifts? You'll get them all. She wouldn't hesitate to spend her money on you, wanting you to enjoy the best things in life.

Equal (Are they the more dominant one in the relationship, or more passive?)

Victoria is the type of person who takes control and leads, especially when the cameras are on her. In public, yes, she is more dominant. But behind closed doors, she so soft and vulnerable. All the stress and tensions of her work are suddenly wiped away, she feels relaxed and safe within the home, with you.

Family (Do they want one?)

Victoria has never wanted kids at all, i mean, being orphaned as a baby, being adopted and later being told to be grateful for the opportunity of being adopted, she never thought about having children. Zoe, for the fact was definitely an surprise. Victoria didn't plan on suddenly becoming a parent, but she fell in love with Zoe almost instantly and don't regret it. But having another child? Nope.

Gifts (How do they feel about giving/receiving gifts?)

The concept of gifts were very odd to her, since she had grown up in an orphanage, never receiving gifts for the whole time of her childhood. So, Victoria felt a surprised everytime you bought or made her a gift. Homemade anything will melt her heart immediately, she doesn't care. The fact that you took time out of your day to make a gift for her, something just for her, it's enough to make her heart fluttering, and smile will not leave her face for the rest of the day.

Hugs (What are their hugs like?)

Her hugs are warm, they're firm but gentle at the same time. She will bury her head in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent, and just stay there for a while.

Insecurity (Is there anything they are insecure about in your relationship?)

She will always worry if she's good enough for you, if she can even be deserving enough of having and keeping you. She feels insecure about her role as being a mother, of being a terrible partner to you, and a mother to Zoe.

Jokes (Are they more serious or playful?)

Her jokes depend on her mood, but she will always find the right jokes to make people around her laugh, it's what she's been doing for years in her political job. Victoria absolutely a nerd, her favourite types of jokes are probably puns, or some type of pop culture reference.

Kisses (What are their kisses like?)

Victoria loves to kiss your skin, on your neck, the small of your back, your knuckles, your forehead. She loves to give small pecks to different parts of your body, especially when she is feeling more romantic, more tender, wanting to show her affection in a softer type of way.

Love Language (What makes them feel loved?)

Aside from gifts, words of affirmation are what really make her feel loved. Victoria loves it when you praise her and she wants to hear that you still love her, that you will still be at her side, no matter what she does or what she is.

Marriage (Do they want to get married? How do they feel about it?)

She has always wanted to get married, she would always long for marriage when she was young, imagining her own wedding, and imagining spending her whole life with one person, that she would not be alone anymore.

Nightmare (What is their greatest fear in terms of your relationship?)

Victoria absolutely dreads the thought of you being harmed because of her, because of her job, because of her goals and her ambitions. She's terrified that you will leave her. Her job, her power, her position — all of it was ugly and filled with corruption. She's always afraid that one day that you'll truly see her, that you'll see all the terrible things she's done.

Obvious (How transparent are they when it comes to their feelings?)

She's never shy or afraid to call you hers in public, she's never afraid to show her affection to you in public, or even touch you, just as long as it's reasonable, within limits.

But sometimes, Victoria would struggle a lot in expressing her true feelings, sometimes struggling to even come up with the right words to say. But she will always try her absolute best in expressing her love for you as much as possible.

Pet Names (What terms of endearment do they use for you? Nicknames?)

Since Victoria is a polyglot she knows a handful of languages, she will often switch her nicknames for you into another language, to mix it up. She'll call you tesoro, cariño and mon cœur.

Quality Time (How do they spend time with you?)

She absolutely adores spending time with you, but her busy life sometimes makes it hard to find a good time to spend with you. So when she's working on something important, she will still have you in the room with her, doing something else, she won't mind, she just loves to have you by her side.

Romance (How romantic are they?)

Despite her serious public image, she is secretly very romantic. She will not admit it at first, but once she's comfortable in the relationship, she will become extremely romantic with you. Your interests and hobbies are important to her, she will never dismiss on what you like doing, so she will always try make time in her busy schedule and plan dates based on what you like, what your interests are.

Secret (What is something they wouldn’t want others to know?)

Victoria does not like to talk about her time in the orphanage, her experience at that place was terrible. It was a part of her past that she does not have fond memories of, she only associates it with loneliness and weakness, and she will never allow herself to remember it, or to talk about it.

Teasing (Are they a big tease?)

Victoria does tease, and she's a very playful type of teaser. She will tease and toy with you, but it's only in a good and lighthearted manner.

Understanding (How understanding are they of your needs and feelings?)

She can get very stubborn and arrogant about doing things herself, or deciding things on her own, she is very controlling when it comes to it. Victoria mindset is that she is more rational and she knows what is best, in her own mind at least. It'll be up to you to reason with her, and talk her through it until she understands.

Value (How important are you and the relationship to them?)

In the beginning, the relationship didn't matter that much to her. At first, it was all casual and fun for her, it was just a nice thing to have, a nice thing to do with her time. But as time went on, Victoria realized that this was serious between the both of you, this was real, and she had a long moment of thinking whether this was what she wanted or not. She's hesitant at first, but once she makes her decision, the relationship suddenly has a higher importance and more valued.

Weird (What is their quirk?)

Sometimes Victoria is too rational and too smart for her own good, she will make detailed plans for everything you and her do, she will rationalize every single detail and aspect of your relationship. Victoria is the biggest control freak you can find in the entire world, she lives up to being too smart for her own good.

She will always be aware of your bodily functions, especially when it comes to your period. She can and will always tell when you're having it, how bad the pain is, and how it's affecting you, even if you refuse to mention that you're even having menstruation pain in the first place. Victoria does keep quiet about it at first, but once she's comfortable in the relationship, she will not be afraid to mention anything about it, even offering to help you with the painful cramps.

Xtra (Random headcanon)

Victoria has a secretly beautiful voice, and an incredibly talented one too. She absolutely adores and loves musicals and singing in general. She is the type to just spontaneously start singing, and the two of you would have occasional kitchen concerts in the morning or evening.

Yearning (How would they handle missing you?)

She will always make sure to call you during her lunch break, or send a simple text message, anything just to remind you that she's thinking of you. With her busy schedule, Victoria will always try to make time to have lunch with you whenever possible, it's the perfect moment to just relax with each other, and spend some time together despite the limited time. She will very much miss you whenever she goes on her business trips, everytime she has to go on one, she will take one of your shirts to bring with her, Victoria will have a photo of you with her at all times to keep you close, and she will keep in constant contact with you throughout the trip, she will write you a daily note and text everyday.

Zzz (What are they like to sleep with?)

She's not a fan of constant contact while she sleeps, she can become too hot and sticky, especially in the summer months. She will always keep a small distance between the two of you in bed and the only times she really wants to cuddle with you is when she just has a really bad day.

[starbluekindo]

LOML (part 1)

synopsis: you and victoria are destined to meet, not to be together.

cw: victoria neuman × fem!reader, a little angust, traumatic past (quoted), red river (quoted), reader is a supe with necromancy, childhood love.

a/n: guys, this is my first time and english is not my official language, so...idk what i mean

and sorry for all the references to taylor swift's songs (ilv her ✊🏻😔😭)

part!2 part!3

victoria carried with her a not very extensive baggage of regrets, especially because all the decisions she made in the past were with her future in mind. but that doesn't mean it was a clean path.

among the few regrets that victoria carried with her, you were the one that hurt the most in her chest. you. not sameer or hughie... but you, the little child in red river who she had to leave behind when stan edgar gave her an opportunity for change.

"i'll come back for you." she promised with such certainty back then that even she was convinced of it. making promises and wiping away your tears, struggling to hold on as you broke down. "i always come back".

it's not that you weren't happy for her, you were... but something inside you knew that this time would be different, victoria wouldn't come back like the other times. "i wait for you." and yet you promised to wait for her, even though you knew it would be the last time.

you kept your promise.

victoria was unable to fulfill hers.

you were only a few years younger than victoria- well, for you it was nadia. you were an isolated child in red river and had a lot of problems with adoption since most people didn't want a child with the powers you had. the children called you death, but you weren't death, you communicated with it and saw things that no one else could see. no one wanted a child who spoke to the dead.

not someone with good intentions.

luckily for you, an elderly woman with no heirs adopted you as her granddaughter when you were seventeen - three years after nadia left. your benefactress left all her poses to you and gave you the best education money could buy - why? she wanted to communicate with her late lover, who never had the opportunity to say goodbye or declare her true love. it was a sad, beautiful tragedy, but it helped you to have the good living conditions you have today. it helped you become the professional you are today.

"cosmopolitan" you told the bartender your order. it was one of those annual charity events that the company you inherited held every year, full of people who pretended to care about some social cause. this year? something to do with polar bears.

you cared about charity, you really tried to help all causes even if it was doing the minimum. however, it became exhausting having to smile at everyone there and pretend to believe their well-intentioned statements.

"whisky. neat." god, you'd recognize that damn voice even in hell, your head turning quickly to find it. so many years have passed, you two had new identities, new lives and yet... victoria remained the same. "you look great”

"you too" your response was quick, suddenly you felt like a child again as you stared into her eyes, your heart racing and your hands starting to sweat.

"it's been a long time" you wanted to punch her, you wanted to hug her, kiss her, you wanted to cry because she didn't keep her promise, you... you wanted her back.

"yeah... quite" you simply agreed without knowing what to do. the bartender handed you your drinks, but victoria's focus was on you and your focus... god, you couldn't even stay focused on the conversation.

victoria brought the whiskey to her lips, feeling the alcohol burn down her throat as her eyes remained on you. for a time she swore she was a mirage, a dream, perhaps even her own mind playing tricks on her. but as soon as you took the stage and gave your opening speech, victoria knew it was you, even after years she would never forget the voice of the woman she loved.

"i'm so sorry"

"nadia- victoria."

you quickly corrected yourself. she was no longer nadia, she was victoria neuman, congresswoman and vice president-elect of the united states.

"please" her hand wrapped around yours in a firm but comforting grip that made your breath hitch and automatically remind you of the days you spent together at the orphanage, when you would sneak out of your bed whenever you had a nightmare and go to the her arms "give me a chance to... repair things between us."

damn big brown eyes. you've never been able to say 'no' to her before, not when she looked at you that way. it's just that you were too resentful to give in now.

"miss neuman" your voice was a little low, but managed to be firm "i don't think we have anything to repair. i-i have nothing to talk to you about"

"sweetheart..."

"no. not after all this time... i-i waited for you for 13 years, i stayed right where you left me while you moved on with your life. i kept my promise."

your words hit victoria squarely in the chest, it was as if her heart had been stabbed ten times. she saw the hurt in your eyes, she saw that you were hurt and she hated herself for that, she hated having made you suffer and most of all she hated herself for not keeping her promise.

"i'm here now" she was silently begging you to listen to her, you could see the guilt in her eyes and the silent desperation in her mind. "please”

a/n: guys I really tried 😭😭😭

maybe a part 2?

[kingkatsuki]

What I’m thinkin’ about today: Mitsuki being wayyyyy too involved in y’all’s sex life (or trying to be, anyway). She’s waited a long ass time for Katsuki to find you, and she wants grandkids like nobody’s business!

I’m thinking like, getting you gift cards to Victoria’s Secret so you can get lingerie, suggesting different positions (that supposedly increase the chances of conception…). Suggesting foods to eat (that supposedly make you more fertile, but she’ll talk up their other nutritional points of course). Heaven forbid you act even a little sick/off around her, you can see that glint in her eye. Sure, she’ll go get you some medicine from the store! Along with several pregnancy tests. Get well soon!

She doesn’t mean any of this maliciously by any means…she’s just…Mitsuki. And she’s overexcited. Drives Katsuki up the fucking wall

Warnings: 18+, lingerie and Mitsuki way too interested in your sex life.

You should’ve known the first time that you met Mitsuki that this would happen, bringing you into a warm hug as she welcomed you into the family. Immediately breaking off into a speech about how excited she was to have grandchildren and that Bakugou was lucky to have you, that she thought he’d never settle down and find someone to put up with him. Slapping his chest and telling him not to fuck it up as he grumbled about having absolutely no intention on doing so. This was six months into your relationship.

Because of that, Bakugou tried his best to keep you apart as much as possible. Although neither of you were immune to the texts and calls bluntly asking whether you’d fornicated today, her eyes lighting up with glee whenever Bakugou would tell her that you’re not feeling well. Disappointed to find out that it was just the common cold and not morning sickness making her dreams come true.

You’d admit the designs she’d created with Masaru for children’s clothes were adorable, and once you and Bakugou were ready to conceive you’d have a wardrobe stocked full of gorgeous clothes for your newborn. But until then, the conversations were becoming a little indecent.

Christmas Day this year was no different, luring you into a false sense of security with only one question about pregnancy the entire festive day. Sitting down in the living room to exchange presents after Christmas dinner you gave Mitsuki a warm smile as she handed you her gift.

It was definitely not what you’d been expecting, lifting up the lacy forest green lingerie out of the black tissue paper that it was hiding in. Noticing the tag from a high end lingerie brand, wondering whether it was the bottom or the top you were holding between your fingers as you felt Bakugou stiffen beside you too.

“That’s Katsuki’s favourite colour.”

You’d think most daughter-in-laws would be mortified to be gifted something like this from their mother-in-law, especially with your boyfriend and father-in-law in the same room. But you almost shook your head at the hilarity of it, wondering how she’d managed to order your exact size too. Poor Masaru looked apologetic as he gave you a nervous smile from his position beside his wife, obviously wading in the calm before the storm.

“Why the fuck would you get that for her, woman?” Bakugou growls, snatching the lace that would probably be considered string out of your hands to shove it back into the box with pink cheeks. How was that even supposed to fit your—

“You’ll like it, you ungrateful brat. I’m doing this for you—” She sneered back, already feeling the tension in the room rising as Masaru tried to invite you for some warm eggnog.

Your mother-in-law had been ecstatic the moment that Bakugou had brought you home for the first time, with her son reaching his thirties she’d seemingly begun to give up hope that he’d bring home anyone.

“I’m surprised he could find anyone to put up with him, especially someone as pretty as you!” Mitsuki would repeat constantly, Bakugou grunting in the background as she looked at you with pure fondness, “I always wanted a daughter.”

But it wasn’t long before the true motives were revealed, the years of arduous waiting for Mitsuki. Telling you that she wanted to be a young Grandmother, a cool Grandma (something that would make Bakugou scoff as she hit him upside the head like clockwork), and she didn’t even mind how many.

And you’d admit it was a little peculiar, receiving links to Cosmopolitan talking about the best sex positions for successfully getting pregnant, or articles about food to eat to help with fertility. The first time you showed Bakugou it had resulted in a thirty minute screaming match on the phone with his mother where he threatened to have Grandkids just so he could make sure she’d never see them, but you knew that was a bluff.

“I fuckin’ knew there was a reason you were plying her with pomegranate juice like some creep, you old hag.”

It’s not that you didn’t want to have kids with Bakugou, you’d both discussed it a lot. And the allusion to him filling you up to make you round and plump carrying his child was included with some of the filth that would spew from his mouth whenever he’d press your legs up to your chest as he plowed into you at night. But you were both just waiting for the right time.

But unfortunately for you, Mitsuki thought that time was now.

“Midoriya’s son is almost two,” She lamented, “Inko just sent me pictures of his first swimming lesson.”

But the final straw was when Bakugou found the ovulation app on his mothers phone, finally explaining the weeks of phone calls asking about whether you’d had some alone time together yet. All the dots slowly adding together—

It felt a shame to waste the pretty lingerie though, the intrigue of how the straps would fit against your curves had you pondering as you got home that evening with your boyfriend. Slipping away into the bathroom to try it on as the silk hugged your curves, wide eyes looking at your reflection in the mirror as the thin piece of string that was supposedly the crotch dug into your mound, sitting between your labia as it involuntarily spread you apart. How would anyone find this comfortable?

“Are you comin’ to bed?” Bakugou stepped into the en suite without knocking, his tired eyes immediately widening at the sight of you, “Dad just text to apologise for— Shit.”

“It’s a bit much, isn’t it?” You turned to face him, your hands squeezing your tits as you tried to get the sheer lace to sit right, “You can see my nipples through it-”

You didn’t get a second to finish as Bakugou had your ass pressed against the bathroom counter, warm palms curving beneath your thighs to sit you on top of it as he bullied his way between your legs. Wrestling with his belt as he tugged his pants down just enough to free his aching cock, the rage inside him for his mother buying you such a lewd present all but forgotten the moment he witnessed the soft fabric against your skin.

“Katsuki, fuck—“ You gasped, feeling him tug the string to the side just enough for him to sink inside your warm, wet cunt.

If you both hadn’t been so distracted you would’ve noticed the two pregnancy tests sitting at the bottom of the lingerie box, everything about your gift planned to the t.

And for Mitsuki’s luck, Christmas Day fell on your ovulation schedule perfectly.

[hyperblue]

There are only a few of them, there are only five photos, there are a lot of videos, Cora shot them at all stages of pregnancy. She clearly wanted to do more, but she just didn't have the time.

The first video is laconically signed: "Forgive me." Cora had just made her decision, Cora had just decided how she would implement it, Cora realized that this was the only way to create something viable.

She was sitting in front of the camera in a simple blue dress with long sleeves, her already grown hair was pinned up. Her eyes were red and her voice was trembling, she was trembling slightly, Kon could tell without even listening to her heartbeat that it was pounding like a hammer.

She explained the situation and explained that she was trying to create a real clone using only the DNA of Kon, but all attempts turned out to be futile and fruitless, she thought to stop, honestly tried.. But she's in too much pain. She knows that she is acting selfishly and terribly, knows that Kon would most likely hate her, would say that she is turning into Victoria Luther... But she loves too much.

She cries and asks for forgiveness from both Kon and their unborn child. The video ends here. In chronological order, it is followed by the first photo - Cora in one big T-shirt sat on the side of the bathtub with her eyes closed, her head bowed, her hair grown and thicker due to hormones gently fell down. She held her hand lovingly on her stomach. The embryo implantation was successful.

The following videos are dedicated only to their child - Cora talks a lot, describes how her pregnancy is going, what she feels, which symptoms are more intense and which are weak, laughs at the fact that she eats too much mint ice cream and is obsessed with pizza, the bath relaxes her and helps her fall asleep, she already writes names in a special notebook.

The second photo is of Cora lying on the bed and hugging her newly appeared stomach, her lips gently parted, she is talking to a child. The third photo shows her leaning back against the kitchen countertop and eating steaming beef soup with both cheeks.

In the fourth photo, Cora was sorting out children's clothes - cute tiny jumpsuits, small shirts, cozy pants and touching hats with socks.

In the last photo, she was depicted immediately after giving birth, only her heads and shoulders peeked through the sides of the bathroom and the small top of the baby was pressed against her.

thank you anon i owe you my life anon. your writing is amazing, and i love certain scenes you picked to have photos of

inhaling your au like it's oxygen

[nicohischierz]

dad every day, coach on sunday: nolan moyle au

all credit to @power2myheart and her suggestion that nolan looks like a real estate agent 

tani speaks: also this is an au and like if the teams and things don’t make sense just ignore it and pretend it does 

“alex-james moyle, if you don’t come downstairs right now we’re going to be late!“ nolan yelled for his son. your husband was the coach of your children’s bantam team. 

you helped your daughter load her bags into the car as your son ran out the door. nolan locked your front door and made his way to the car as you got in the passenger seat. 

“you know AJ, back in michigan if any of the boys were late they had to find their own way to the rink,” nolan recalled. your son rolled his eyes as you prepared for the chaos of the rink. 

once your family reached the rink, nolan gave you a kiss before heading off to get things ready for the game. your daughter, nicole, gave you a small hug before heading off to the locker room and your son just waved before walking with his friends. 

“y/n!” you heard your name being called and turned to find nick blankenburg. nick gave you a hug and the two of you made your way to your seats by the glass. 

after nick graduated from michigan, he had gone to play for the columbus blue jackets whilst nolan stayed to get his real estate certificate. it was in your senior year that you fell pregnant with AJ. 

“hey blanks, is KJ coming as well?” you asked. it was tradition for nolan’s old teammates to come watch the first game of the season if they could. nick nodded “he and owen are on the way. i’m pretty sure briss is coming with bords and luca,” he added. 

you smiled at him and nodded turning your attention to the ice. you watched as your children warmed up together and watched as nolan adjusted his tie. “has AJ been practicing the tricks i taught him?” kent asked as he and owen sat next to you. 

owen came around and gave you a hug before urging kent to do the same thing. “of course he has, he wants to be just like his uncle kent,” you answered. owen explained that victoria couldn’t come because his daughter was unwell. 

“the party has arrived!” brendan announced. trailing after him was bords, luca, mackie, mark and eddy. “duker and luke are in the parking lot. mini duker and mini hughes had a little bit of a shoving match,” mark explained. 

it was clear to everyone in the group that luke’s son had the biggest crush on dylan’s daughter. but the two fathers would always deny the statement. luke’s son would do anything for duker’s daughter and she would get mad at him for helping her. 

only once the game had started did dylan and luke come in with their children. dylan’s wife was pregnant with their second child and luke’s wife was working on another movie. 

“woah is that little nicole? she’s really fast,” the boys mumbled as your daughter skated up the ice. “come on nicole.”  “go mini moyle!” “go nikki!” your group cheered as nicole neared the net. 

however, just as she was about the put the puck past the goalie one of the players from the opposing team checked her hard into the goal post squashing her shoulder in the process. 

you watched as the same guy said something to your daughter as she cradled her arm in pain. your son was there in minutes shoving the guy away from his sister. AJ was never one to start a fight and win so when he dropped his gloves you knew this was going to be terrible. 

“oh shit, AJ can fight,” brendan mumbled as everyone watched your son punch the guy. the referees were quick to break up the fight before anyone could land another punch. 

the game ended with your children’s team winning and your son going to the box three times. nicole had joined you and the others in the stand after the first period she sat next to layla and enzo. 

“hey nikki, how’s the arm?” nick asked your daughter. the group of you were waiting for nolan and AJ to join you for lunch. nicole didn’t look up from her phone as she shrugged “it’s okay uncle nick,” 

when mark saw AJ he started clapping “look at my favourite nephew. he’s coming after my penalty minutes record,” he teased. AJ shook his head as he sat next to enzo giving the younger boy a fist bump. 

nolan gave you a kiss before sitting next to you. “i think i might revoke mark’s visiting rights if AJ turns out like him,” nolan remarked. the boys laughed and continued talking amongst each other. ethan’s fiancee had joined you guys for lunch and the two of you were sat next to the children. 

“nini, i swear if you don’t tell andrew what his cousin did i’ll tell him myself,” AJ announced out loud. everyone stopped their conversations and looked to your children. “who’s andrew?” nolan asked. 

nicole glared at her brother before replying “no one dad. it doesn’t matter because nothing is happening,” 

nolan gave nicole his dad stare but your daughter just turned to you. “mom,” she pleaded. “andrew larkin. he’s in nicole’s year and they’re just friends alex-james so don’t try starting things,” you warned. 

“his cousin is the player that hit me. but he was trying to apologise before mr hot-head punched him,” she spat. when nolan realised who the kid was his face paled before he turned to his son “AJ i love you, but i cannot believe you punched my clients child. i have to see his dad tomorrow dude,” nolan groaned. 

your son shrugged and continued eating his pizza as nicole returned to typing on her phone. the boys teased nolan about his meeting tomorrow until nick put a stop to it. no matter what happened captain nick always had to interfere. 

ethan’s fiancee smiled over at you “i think it’s that time of year where we all go on a girls trip,” she suggested. 

[idontplaytrack]

can you write an aj fic, college au, when r bring her home for the holidays but her parents arent approving of it…and the end can be like r’s cousins or siblings taking r and aj out to a gay bar or something, a mostly happy ending

✧ It’s Not Christmas Without You

AJ Campos x fem! reader

Warnings: coarse language, homophobia, quarrelling, underage drinking mentions, sexual assault mentions

In which reader’s parents do not approve of their relationship so the siblings and cousins make their holidays better by taking them out instead

“So they know I’m coming?”

“Yeah, I told them I was bringing my partner home.”

“They probably think I’m a guy.”

“Yeah, but screw it. If they kick me out, we still have a place to go, baby.” You told her, “We’ll be fine.”

And to be completely honest, you and AJ had discussed this. This visit back home for the holidays was out of courtesy. No matter how they reacted, you’d still be telling them that you’d be moving out. But if they didn’t approve, you’d never be coming home again, ever. You weren’t going to give your parents the upper hand and satisfaction of kicking you out. Never.

Your sister was picking you and AJ up from the airport. And for a little bit of a background on your family, you were the youngest of three. Your older brother, Theo and older sister Patricia were well into their twenties, both married. Patricia had two children— your darling niece and nephew, Aurora and Austin. As for Theo, he’d just gotten hitched on halloween with his boyfriend. That’d be Robin. Wanna make a guess which one of your siblings had a better relationship with your parents?

Patricia did. They were only okay with Theo having a boyfriend (at the time) because he was bi. So to them, that meant that he’d still be able to start a family if he wanted. Boy, did Theo shut them down so quickly. But they were still in denial. So far, Theo was the only one in your family that you were out to. You figured that only he truly understood your fear. But in a matter of minutes, Patricia would know as well.

“y/n!”

Immediately, you spotted Patricia thanks to her distinctive voice over buzzing chatter of the swarm of people in the arrival hall. You rushed up to her, still holding onto AJ’s hand. “Hi, Trishy.” You hugged her back.

“Let me guess, AJ?”

“That’s me.” AJ chuckles lightly, “Were you expecting a guy too?”

“Not exactly.” Your sister admits, “Let me help you with your bag.”

“Explain.” You gasped, looking at her with wide eyes.

“I just don’t really care who you’re dating unless they treat you right. I wasn’t expecting anybody specific.”

“Oh.” You nodded, “Thanks?”

“Let’s go, Theo’s waiting in the car. And your precious niece and nephew are waiting at home.”

Getting into your sister’s car, you sat in the middle seat between AJ and Theo. “Good to finally meet ya and put a face to your name.” Theo commented, “She’s very secretive, this one.”

AJ chuckles. “She had her reasons, which I get. But I have nothing to hide, ask me whatever you want.”

“Oh, no, no.” Theo laughed similarly, “I trust you. She’s happy, she’s safe, she’s clearly so loved by you. I’m not the least bit worried.”

“I am,” You stared at him, “Mom and Dad are one hundred percent expecting AJ to be a guy,”

“Well…she can look the part.” Theo jokes. AJ snorted, “We’ll just leave the bags in your car because we’re almost certain they’ll want her outta there. We’re planning to leave either way. I’m not bi, so they will definitely go off on me.”

“Honey.” Patricia turned her head to look over her shoulder, “We got you. We get it— courtesy visit. Because they’ve been asking and asking, and asking. You’d think after two years of you not coming home, they’d at least start to get the hint, noooo, they’ve been painfully oblivious.”

————

“We’re home.” Theo announces, letting out an inevitable sigh. Aurora and Austin dropped their toys and ran over first, tackling you with a hug. AJ? She stood right behind you. “Hi, auntieeeee.” They squealed. “Hey, goofballs. Wow you guys are so tall.”

They giggle happily. “I’m taller.” Aurora grins.

“Sure are, sweetie.” You chuckle, ruffling with her hair.

“Who is this?” The seven year old girl asked.

“I’m AJ,” She smiled.

“You’re really pretty.” Aurora says. “Are you y/n’s friend?”

“Uh, girlfriend.” You answered honestly.

“Oh. Hello, AJ!” The kid shrugged, pulling Austin away to go play again.

And then, your parents. “Girlfriend, Rory, don’t be silly. I’m sure your aunt’s just kidding.”

“Kidding for what?” You asked, almost a little too harshly.

Your mother’s mouth hung open, “You…watch your mouth.”

“Watch my mouth?” You wanted to scoff so badly, “I’ve graduated from college this year. I don’t need to be treated like a child.”

“This is AJ?” Your dad chimed in.

“Oh, yeah. This is AJ and she’s great.” Theo spoke on your behalf, sensing your anger building up to a close peak.

“So are you bisexual too, like Theo?”

“No, Mom.” You stated, “I’m a lesbian,”

“Oh, God. What have I done?”

You were so ready to leave. It was clear AJ was thinking the same thing. “Nothing. You have done nothing. I have always been this way— nothing has changed and nothing needs to change. Why does it matter to you that I’m in love with a woman?”

“Mommy, why are you all mad at auntie? She didn’t do anything wrong.” Aurora appeared again. Shit, you’d forgotten in the moment that the kids were around. You should’ve just turned and left with AJ.

“Baby, come over here. Let’s get back to our movie, hm?” Ezra, her dad, came up to the foyer soon enough.

“No, gramma’s mad at auntie y/n. That’s not nice of her.”

“I’m gonna go, baby. But I’m okay, I promise.”

“Aw.” The kid sulked. “Whyyy.”

“Aurora, they need to talk— let’s let them finish talking first, okay?”

“Ezra, there’s no use talking to them. They’re so stuck in their narrow minds that only what they think, is correct. We’re leaving after we hand the gifts over to the kids.”

“Okay, dinner’s canceled.” Your mom announces.

“Way ahead of you.” Patricia looks up from her phone. “This family hasn’t felt like a family in years. It’s ridiculous that a child knows better than you two do. Ezra, let’s go. We’re moving the dinner to ours— I’ve already texted the rest of them. You two can stuff yourselves for all I care. y/n’s being very kind to come back here when she’s made it pretty clear she doesn’t want to be back here several years ago.”

Not wanting to escalate the situation, all of you left. You sat in Theo’s car with AJ. While Patricia, Ezra and the kids were in their own. With that, the bunch of you were on your way to Patricia and Ezra’s house. “y/n, AJ. The guesthouse is all yours. Make yourselves at home.” Ezra told you both while Patricia got the kids settled and freshened up.

“Wow, thanks.” You replied, then made your way over to the guesthouse through the backyard.

“Rest of the family’s coming by at 8. We have a few hours, so you guys just…chill.” Patricia eventually poked her head into the front doorway of the guesthouse. You hear Aurora and Austin playing in the pool, squealing.

“Well, can we help any way at all?”

“AJ, relax.” Patricia laughs, “I got this, you two just do whatever you want. Let me worry about the cooking.”

“You wanna go for a swim, then?” You glanced at AJ to ask.

“Sure.” AJ beamed, “Let’s do it.”

The moment you and AJ got inside the pool, Austin sprayed you with the water gun, then AJ became the target. Eventually, it became a little bit of a fight. You let the kids win, just because. They’re kids. It was just a game, everyone had fun. After an hour or so, Aurora and Austin wanted to get back inside so Ezra took them, leaving you and AJ alone.

“Are you okay?” AJ asks, pushing herself up to sit down on the edge of the pool.

“What? Yeah, I am.”

“No, I mean, really.” AJ continues.

“Babe, come on. It’s Christmas eve— I don’t want to talk about it.”

She looks at you, you look at her. AJ wasn’t going to give it up. “I don’t wanna talk about it here.” You stood up and led her back into the guesthouse.

“Me and my parents were very close. Until— okay, remember in high school, junior year? After my volleyball team won a big game.”

“Yeah.” She nods, sitting right before you, “Right before summer.”

“That night, we all got wasted at the hotel and some guy ended up…I dunno. Touching me while I was pretty much blacked out. I woke up to him hovering over me, kissing my neck and just— it was horrifying to have that be the first thing I saw and felt after getting sober from the drinking.”

AJ’s facial expression was indistinguishable, but you continue. “I didn’t known who to tell, so I ended up telling my Mom. Who, told my Dad without my permission. Then, the police showed up at the door, it was a whole mess that week. I know who did it— I always have. The memory started coming back and I knew that guy. But he got away with it. He pleaded not guilty, went to trial. I lost. My parents blamed me for drinking and getting myself into trouble. Since then, everything just kinda spiralled. At the time, Theo and Trish were the only two people in my corner. No one else knew what happened. They’re really just unrelated matters but since that happened, they changed. My parents simply hated me, it’s like they’re disgusted by me. But the drifting apart was pretty gradual so I got used to it. I just hate that they’re that way towards me even though I look at it from their point of view and I get it. But it’s been weighing on my mind, and you deserve to know.”

“Was that why you lived with them senior year?”

“Oh, yeah. Theo already started working and Trish was a senior in college. With both their incomes, they took me out of our parents’ home and let me live with them.” You explained, “It was so much more complicated in my head, but now that that’s out of the way…I just need a few days to forget about that. Work through that, you know? It’s not use being all upset about it now. I don’t want to be caring so much about them that I let them affect my mood when clearly, they couldn’t care less about me.”

“That is just…terrible of them to practically wash their hands off you.” AJ scoffs.

“Baby, don’t get yourself all angry over those two. There’s no point. Let’s just focus on ourselves and those that actually do care.”

“You’re right.” She smooches you on the cheek. “You’ve come a long way and done a lot of work. I’m very proud of you for that. Thank you for trusting me enough to tell me that. It’s not an easy thing at all to be sharing.”

You cracked a smile. “Thanks, baby.”

————

Seeing some of your family members clicking with AJ so well, so quickly, it seriously made you so happy— the relief you felt was impeccable. “AJ, will you read me a bedtime story?” Aurora comes running up to AJ— and you.

“Sweetie, they’re watching a movie—”

“It’s alright, Trish.” You assured.

You and AJ shared a look before she smiled and agreed. “Yay!” Aurora exclaimed and dragged the two of you by the hand upstairs to her bedroom.

“Good night, sweetie!” Patricia laughs, as did Ezra.

“Night, Mommy. Night, Daddy!”

A good twenty minutes later, Aurora reluctantly agreed to finally sleep. You walked back downstairs with AJ and were met with Theo immediately suggesting that the few of you should go out for the night. “Come on. We’ve been keeping it PG for the whole evening. Let’s go party it up.” Theo laughs.

“Hey, don’t need to look at me. You guys are adults. No curfew over here.” Patricia bit back a laugh, “Go. Have fun.”

“Alright, alright.” You gave in. Theo cheered quietly, gesturing for his husband Dylan to join you all and leave the house.

The destination? A gay bar. Ever since that night in high school, you were very careful around alcohol. So much so that you flat out didn’t drink alcohol in chaotic settings like these. Not all of them knew why, but they didn’t force you— you had two glasses and that was it.

“Which one of you people wants to take the mic tonight, party people?”

“Let’s go do that. Let’s sing.” You grabbed AJ by the arm, causing her to look at you, laughing.

“Sure.” AJ giggles, looking over to the guys.

“y/n, you know I cannot sing.” Your brother pointed at you, “Dylan— you can.”

“Hell yeah.” Dylan agrees and hopped off the stool, heading for the stage with you and AJ.

“Alright, alright! Here we go. First daring ones of the evening. Dylan, AJ and y/n singing ‘It’s Not Christmas Without You’, everyone!”

“So if you feel it comin'

On this special day

Just trust your heart

'Cause I can't wait to hear you say

That it's Christmas

And the start of something new

Well, it's Christmas

And I hope you'll feel it too

Everyone together, sing

Silver bells and golden rings

But all of it means nothing

Without you

No, no no

It's not Christmas (Christmas)

Without you, you, you

It's not Christmas

Without you, you, you

It's not Christmas

Without you, you, you

It's not Christmas without you”

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[gulnarsultan]

Yandere Carlos (genderbend Catherine) with a new Wife but he keep the reader as his Mistress how will Carlos treat the reader now as she his mistress now

Will Carlos Start to act like king Henry the 8 toward the reader like how Henry threatening Jane Seymour into submission by saying do you want to end up like the late Queen who got beheaded

Did King Carlos have his newly married Queen executed? For Henry to carry out the threat he made, the new Queen must be executed. I think you're just trying to say that he's threatening to keep the reader in line. I hope I understood correctly.

Reader and King Carlos have five children.

Prince Ferdinand

Prince Lorenzo

Princess Carlota

Prince Alfonso

Princess Victoria

But even after the divorce, you will continue to have children together. And you have no say in this matter. You think you're going to go back to your own country after your divorce. However, you are very wrong. After your divorce and the new Queen arrives at the Palace, you are making preparations to return to your home country. When you say this to King Carlos, you get a harsh reaction. You learn from your bridesmaids in the morning that King Carlos has made you his mistress. You nervously go to King Carlos' study. King Carlos is sending everyone in the room.

"How can you do that ?"

"You will not leave my side. We will continue to live as a family, as it was before."

"No. I am a widow now. You are not my husband. I will return to my country."

You nervously go towards the door to leave the room.

"If your country and your people are important to you, you will not step out of this room. You know very well that I have always had a guilty conscience because we had to divorce. You will always my wife. You are my only Queen."

King Carlos hugs you from behind. You burst into tears as you realize that you cannot escape the golden cage where King Carlos has imprisoned you.

There will be no change in King Carlos' behavior towards you. You are the only true wife and Queen for him. The new Queen is doomed to a truly bad and unhappy marriage. Carlos will continue to make heirs with you. He will not father any children the new Queen will bear.

[invisibleraven]

"Would you let me take care of this for you?" for the rarepair of your choice

Ray crept into the house, silently easing the door behind him, sliding off his shoes and working the crick in his neck out as he tiptoed to the fridge in the dark.

Thankfully there was still one of those cupcakes Julie made there, as well as a pitcher of lemonade that Carlos put too much sugar in, but Ray could care less-he was thirsty after a long night.

"Papi?"

Ray turned, seeing Julie rubbing at her eyes, standing in the doorway in her pyjamas. "You're home super late."

"Yeah, tough shoot," he said, shutting the fridge, leaving them with only the small nightlight he kept plugged in by the sink. "DId I wake you?"

"Couldn't sleep," she replied.

"You wanna talk?" Ray asked. She had suffered a lot of insomnia after Rose passed, and it reared up occasionally, and she found talking helped. Ray didn't need as much sleep himself, and it was never a hardship to lose some to help his children.

Julie sat down, snagging a swipe of icing with her finger, but Ray didn't mind-the lemonade made up for the lost sugar. "I'm worried about Reggie."

That-that came out of left field. Of course Julie cared about all her friends, but Reggie always seemed so easy going, so Ray wondered what on earth had happened that she was worried about him.

"Why?"

Julie sat there, twisting the end of her braid in her hands. "He came to practise today with bruises on him. Bruises he didn't have yesterday before he went home. He says he fell but..."

Ray could figure the rest out, and it made his blood boil. Someone had hurt Reggie-and unfortunately, it was probably someone close to him, a teacher or parent. Ray suspected the latter.

"You think someone hurt him." It was a statement, not a question.

Julie nodded. "I think it was his dad. Luke told me his parents fight a lot, and I think maybe he got in the middle of it. The-the bruises look too big to be made by a woman."

Ray pulled her into a hug then, hoping the shaking rage working through him wouldn't worry Julie. He knew people could be violent, but he had no time for people who hurt kids.

"Okay mija, I think we can do something-in the morning, okay?"

"But what can we do?" Julie asked. "I already tried to get him to talk to tia, and he brushed me off."

Victoria probably should be involved-she was a social worker after all, and a damn good one. But Ray also knew how slow the wheels of the system worked. And if Reggie was getting bruises where his friends could see them, he might not have time to wait for the right way to get processed.

"Would you let me take care of this for you?" he asked. "I think I have a solution that might help."

"Okay," Julie nodded. "Thanks for listening papi."

"Of course. Head back to bed, you have class in the morning. I'll be up in a bit, I just have to put my pictures on my laptop."

Julie waved before heading on up, leaving Ray to clean up, but he didn't mind. It gave him time to assure himself that Julie was back to sleep. Then he sat at his computer, booting up his search engine.

Linus Peters

He researched, finding out what information that he could about Reggie's father, growling as he saw multiple police reports involving the house on Silver Lake, but no real consequences.

Well Ray would be that consequence.

Look, he loved his job as a photographer, but it didn't exactly keep food on the table or a roof over their head. And after Rose's hospital bills wiped their savings, he had to do something to take care of expenses.

Before he had met Rose he had taken jobs to investigate cheaters and the like, and sometimes, if the right client had enough, he took care of their problem. He gave it up after Julie was born, but after Rose died...well it was a handy way to deal with his grief as well as keep his kids fed.

Now he would use it to keep another one of his kids safe-and this time, Reggie getting out of that house was payment enough.

He made it look like an accident of course, and since Reggie's mom had split a few days earlier, Ray didn't worry about her. Only that Linus Peters would never again raise his hand against his son.

Reggie fit right into their home, and Ray took another job to help pay for his therapy, because, well, he was responsible for any trauma-even if Reggie confessed he wasn't as sad as he should be.

But Ray knew he had done the right thing-he had kept his kids safe, he had made Julie happy, and he had rid the world of a monster.

Plus, a decade or so down the road, long after Julie and Reggie figured themselves out, he got himself a grandchild, and he was totally okay not sharing her with anyone.

[melishade]

Attack on Prime New Age Anthology: Reunions

Main Story

Catching Up

Catching Up Part 2

Released from Quarantine

People are reunited with loved ones.

Colt and Gabi were led to a new room by Nurse Darby, who they later learned to be Jack's mom. They were all wearing face masks that she had described as protection against unseen viruses. When she opened the door, both gasped to see Falco resting peacefully on a hospital bed. There were tubes in his nose to help him breathe, a heart monitor tracking his heart rate, and a needle in his arm connected to an IV.

"Falco!" Colt cried out as he ran over to his brother. He hugged him close, letting the tears fall down his face and hit his brother's cheeks.

"Will he wake up?" Gabi asked June.

"It's hard to say," June confessed, "He's been in a coma with no medical treatment. We're monitoring his condition as best as we can, and we're hoping that it'll be enough."

"...I did this," Gabi mumbled to herself.

"No. This isn't your fault." June kneeled down and placed her hands on Gabi's shoulders.

"But it's true." Gabi felt tears sting her eyes, "I-!....I stormed Wheeljack's ship in rage and Falco begged him not to go. He followed me as I tried to kill people onboard. And the bullet ricochet and hit him." Gabi covered her eyes as the tears began to fall. "I might as well have killed him, and the last thing he'll remember is that I told him he was a bad friend."

June genuinely didn't know what to say to that. How could she? A child was confessing to all of these things? How was she supposed to comfort that? June took a deep breath and centered herself.

"Listen, Gabi," June began, "Right now...don't focus on that. Focus on doing what you can for Falco and Colt, okay?"

Gabi nodded solemnly as she wiped her tears.

"Why don't I get you guys from fresh face masks and some hot cocoa?" June suggested as she stood up, "You can stay here as long as you want. We'll be sure to bring you food. Okay?"

"Okay," Gabi mumbled. June then stood up and pushed Gabi forward so that she could be with the two brothers. June then exited the room and shut the door behind her before leaning against it. She let out a long exhale, rubbing her eyes with her hands before recollecting herself and walking away from the room. Her focus was healing the sick. That's what she needed to focus on right now.

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"They're in here." Fowler opened the door for Willy, and Willy's heart stopped at the sight of his wife and children sitting and eating in a room together. They were wearing clothing so vastly different from their own world. They looked nothing like royalty. They looked like civilians.

Willy saw his wife, Victoria, turn her head and gasp at the gasp of Willy standing at the door. She stood up, and Willy couldn't help but think that it was weird to see her wife in pants.

"Willy!" Victoria started to cry.

"Daddy!" his children cried out with joy and relief as they ran up to him and clung to his legs. Willy couldn't help but fall to his knees and hold them all close to his chest.

"Dad!" Fine cried out as she hugged him so tight, "Dad, you're alive!"

"Yes, I'm alive!" Willy sobbed, "I'm here!"

Victoria finally kneeled down and grabbed Willy's face before kissing him dead on the lips. Willy reciprocated in kind before releasing his wife and wiping away her tears.

"I thought I'd lose you," Victoria confessed.

"I'm here, and I'm never going away again," Willy swore, "I promise."

Fowler smiled slightly as the family was finally reunited before he shut the door to give them some privacy. He turned his attention to Kenshin, who merely crossed his arms and stared down at the floor with bitterness.

"You alright?" Fowler asked.

"...I'm bitter," Kenshin confessed.

Fowler placed a hand on Kenshin's shoulders in comfort. "It'll be okay, son."

Kenshin shook his head. "It's never going to be okay."

====

Erwin watched with apprehension at the mess that was Hanji's new quarantine area. Papers were strung all over the walls by magnets, strings, and tape. Torn paper was scattered all over the floor. The table they were given was such a mess, stained with pen smudges and food. But Hanji didn't even notice him as they were deep in thought and pacing around the room.

"And they've been at this for how long?" Erwin asked General Bryce.

"They haven't slept in a few days. Maybe a week," Bryce explained, "That shouldn't be physically possible; it's going to be detrimental to their health. Despite the fact that we've been getting good information from them, we need them alive to actually depict the madness on the wall right now."

Erwin stared at the cluttered wall as a realization dawned on him. "This isn't madness. It's grief."

"What?" Bryce was confused as Erwin stepped forward and knocked on the glass with his flesh hand. Hanji raised their head and gasped with excitement.

"Erwin!" Hanji's body slammed against the glass directly in front of Erwin, "It's good to see you in the flesh! God, I have so much I want to talk about! This place is so advanced!" Hanji started cackling, but Erwin kept calm and pressed his palm against the glass.

"I'm sure there's a lot you want to talk about," Erwin began, "But I think it'd be better for you to rest."

"Nope!" Hanji pushed themselves away from the wall, "I have too much to decipher and reprogram! I have to draw up the blueprints! This is no doubt the consequences of me not asking my questions to him, but that's okay! The fun of science is the discovery!"

"Hanji, you've been awake for a while now," Erwin reminded, "That's not good for you."

"Nothing is ever truly good for you!" Hanji retorted, but Erwin noticed they were now trying to force a smile.

"You need a break," Erwin declared, "You need to actually sleep before you come back to this."

"No thank you!" Hanji snatched the taser from the table, "I want to show you how this works instead!"

"Hanji, you're not being productive," Erwin proclaimed before looking down at the tattered sheets of paper on the floor, "You're out of control, and your writing becomes messier when you can't process your thoughts."

"You don't know that! I mean you haven't been commander for the past four years, and the military is effectively dismantled! You can't order me at all!" Hanji snapped at him.

"I'm telling you as a friend," Erwin declared, "I don't want to see you collapse and end up in the hospital again...and neither does Levi. Not when he walks up."

Hanji turned away from Erwin and rubbed their arm. "...That's a low blow, even for you."

"I know," Erwin agreed, "But we're already experiencing enough chaos right now, and I need you in top shape to help deal with it."

"...Erwin, I don't want to stop," Hanji confessed, "I'm afraid to shut my eyes and this is all a dream. That...I'm back there...or I'm dead...and the titans and Eren-!"

"I'm right here," Erwin swore, "I'm not going anywhere."

Hanji rubbed their cheeks in defeat and frustration. "I don't think I can sleep."

"We can get you melatonin. That should be able to help you sleep," Bryce informed.

"Never heard of it," Hanji called out.

"It will help, but we're only going to give you a few," Bryce explained.

"Right. Too many of anything can be bad," Hanji remarked as Bryce walked out of the room, "Thank you Bryce. And sorry for making that guy cry!"

Hanji noticed Erwin sitting down against the glass and raised an eyebrow in confusion. "What are you doing?"

"I told you I'm staying," Erwin reminded.

"Levi needs you more than me," Hanji retorted.

"Levi has medical professionals checking him," Erwin stated, "You're making people cry and refuse to calm down. I think you need me right now more than Levi does."

Hanji didn't reply to that as they sat down and rested against the glass behind Erwin. "Okay. You win."

"It was never about winning," Erwin reminded.

===

Sasha could only stare solemnly at the closed casket that supposedly held Connie's body inside. Behind her, stood Armin, Historia, Onyankopon, Jack, and Rafael.

"Can't I open it to see him?" Sasha asked.

"He's been dead over a month at this point," Jack answered, "It's not going to be good for your physical or mental health."

"Connie died in my arms with a gaping hole in his abdomen," Sasha snapped at him, "How much more traumatized can I get?!"

"Sasha," Armin warned her.

Sasha didn't reply to Armin's preparation of a scolding and turned back to the coffin. "This is such bullshit."

"He was your friend," Rafael spoke up, "You have the right to bury him wherever you want when you go back home."

"I'm burying him in his hometown," Sasha declared.

"...we can make it a memorial sight," Historia proclaimed as she walked up and placed a hand on Sasha's shoulder, "To honor those that were killed during Marley's attack on Wall Rose."

"...That does sound nice," Sasha agreed.

"It better be nice," A voice spoke up. Everyone snapped their heads to see Jean getting wheeled into the morgue by Miko, wearing a hospital gown and a bandaged stump where his leg used to be.

"Miko, you didn't-!"

"I asked your mom!" Miko rolled her eyes in annoyance.

"Thanks again for bringing me here," Jean said to her.

"No problem, man." Miko patted his shoulder before Jean wheeled himself over to Connie's casket. He stared at the box solemnly before turning his attention to Sasha. "How are you feeling?"

"Like shit," Sasha mumbled.

Jean sighed to himself. "At least we know he's in a better place along with his family."

"...I still want him here," Sasha confessed.

"...Me too," Jean admitted before he noticed something, "Wait, where's Mikasa?"

"We...we don't know," Armin confessed.

"What do you mean you don't know?!" Jean turned to Armin, "Wasn't she there during the final battle?!"

"Yes, we were right next to each other, and then I went to check on Megatron-!"

"Stupid decision really," Rafael interjected.

"And then when I went back to check on her, she was gone and she abandoned her 3D gear!" Armin explained.

"You didn't see where she went?! She couldn't have gotten far when you were taken!" Jean retorted.

"Look, Jean, everything was just so chaotic, and I just lost track! I didn't think that she'd leave," Armin lamented.

"Well, like we promised, we're going to help you find her," Jack proclaimed, "It'll be like finding a needle in a haystack, but we gotta start somewhere."

"Maybe she didn't ditch her communicator," Rafael theorized, "If she kept it in, we might be able to pinpoint her location. If not-!"

"We'll be back to square one," Miko concluded.

“We can go back to the sight of the final battle and retrace her steps,” Jack suggested.

“And track what?! A good portion of the area was trampled by giant, skinless feet!” Miko exclaimed.

“We’ll figure it out,” Jack declared, “That’s our job.”

“Can you guys help with the burial?” Sasha asked.

“We’ll help with that too,” Jack reassured, “Why don’t we create a game plan first? There’s going to be things demanded of us pretty soon and we need to find a way to tackle them all. If we plan it out, it’ll be easier to handle.”

“Sounds good.” Miko held out a clenched fist towards Jack, and Jack bumped his fist to hers. Rafael joined the two of them before all three turned to the 104th.

“Sound like a good game plan?” Miko asked them.

“Um…” Armin trailed off. Historia was the first to step forward and bump her fist with the others. Armin decided to join Historia, followed by Sasha, who wheeled Jean over so that he could join the act of cooperation.

“Alright. Let’s do this,” Jack grinned.

(New Age anthology is close to wrapping up. The last part with be about Mikasa, but the few before them will address a few additional loose ends before going back to the main story.)

[super-unpredictable98]

Can you pleasee do a fic like 18 years after when their daughter brings home her bf for dinner who has the whole bad boy vibe and their whole interaction?

(klaus,vicki)

Meet The Parents | The Umbrella Academy AU

Pairing: Klaus x Vicky (OC - The Eighth Child’ Verse)

Word Count: 1,3 k

Warning: Strong language, mention of drugs

a/n: Thank you so much for your request, I had a lot of fun with it. I hope you like it, I really love writing Dad Klaus lol also I'm still working on requests so just keep an eye out everyone.

(Masterlist)

"Hello, Liebchen..." Klaus walked out of the bedroom following the smell of fresh bread and seasonings for the marinara sauce.

Even though he was 52, he still dressed pretty much like he always had. He wore a shimmery see-through crop top and the tiniest underwear, glitter from the party they attended the night before still covering his eyes, cheeks, and (somewhat gray) curls. Ah, the advantages of being empty-nesters...

Ever since Fortune left to go to college about 45 minutes away, Klaus and Vicky had been living like they did in their early 20s. Parties, weed, drinks, junk food, lots and lots of sex. No one understood how they got the energy, but they did. 

"Good morning, sleeping beauty! This has to be a new record, you slept for half a day," Victoria teased. "Hungry?" 

"Oh yeah, I'm definitely hungry," Klaus embraced her from behind and slid his hands up to feel up her chest. "You look even sexier now that I'm sober." 

"Thanks, but I don't think we'll have time for that now, Klausie," she laughed. 

"What? Why?" He pouted. 

"You forgot? Fortune is coming for dinner, honey, she's bringing her new boyfriend." 

Klaus' demeanor immediately went sour, it was the first time their daughter was bringing a boy for them to meet and he was sure he would hate anyone she introduced. Not because he'd necessarily be an asshole, but obviously because no one in the world can ever be good enough for his Fortune. 

In an effort to be as different as possible from his own father, he became the most doting dad he possibly could. It was a miracle his daughter turned out so sweet and grounded after how spoiled she was. 

"I know I promised to be cool about this dating thing, but..." 

"I know," Vicky stirred the sauce carefully while giving her husband a sympathetic look. "You never thought you'd be square and get jealous of your little girl, but there you are. Don't worry, Tunnie has a good head on her shoulders and good taste. She knows what a good man looks like, we raised her well."

He nodded, trying to blindly trust his wife, as more often than not, she was right. What's the worst that could happen? She was only 18, it's not like she could get pregnant... or marry way too young... or join a cult with this guy like several people did when Destiny's Children was around. Well, shit.

About an hour later the doorbell rang, Klaus had already showered and put on some less slutty clothes, so he ran to open the door while Victoria set the table. 

"My Tunnie!" He pulled his daughter into his arms and squeezed her as if it was the first time they saw each other in years (it had been a week). "I missed you so much, is your throat better? Did the medicine help?"

"Yeah, Dad, I'm fine. I missed you too," Fortune chuckled, already used to the overprotection. 

"Oh, check it out! I love it," he took her arm to get a better look at her new tattoo of the moon. "Uncle Luther is gonna love it!" He joked, completely ignoring the boy waiting by the door as well. 

"Thanks," she smiled, pulling her boyfriend closer as her mom joined. "Dad, this is Jax. Jax this is my father, Klaus, and my mother, Victoria." 

"Hey," was all he said.

"So nice to meet you," Vicky went in for a hug despite being a little hesitant. He didn't seem like the type of guy her daughter would be interested in. 

The boy was tall and muscular, his arms were covered in tattoos, his long hair was shaped a little bit like a mullet and messy, he had a dangling earring, wore a spike necklace, and a leather jacket. From what they could count, he had two more piercings (on his eyebrow and his tongue).

"Jax? Like a dog?" Klaus laughed. "Come on in, dinner is ready."

An awkward silence engulfed the entire family while everyone got themselves some pasta and garlic bread. As a former horrible influence, Klaus could recognize one when he saw it, and he didn't like it one bit.

"So, what are you studying, Jax?" Victoria finally asked. She had to admit despite not being the sort of man she would've gone for back in her day, he was very handsome. 

"I'm in nursing school," he answered. "My mom was a nurse in Japan before we moved to America." 

Klaus nearly choked, a nurse? Really? That guy looked like he would punch someone in the face for asking him the time. 

"Oh, you're Japanese? Where are you from? My husband and I did a ton of missions- works there," Victoria smiled.

"Osaka." 

"Wow! That's amazing, we loved hanging around Dotonbori. Right, Klausie?"

"Um? Yeah, yeah, really cool place," Klaus nodded, trying not to let his thoughts wander too much. 

"Jax is also in a band, he plays the drums," Fortune added. "He helps at the animal shelter on the weekends and volunteers at the nursing home every Monday." 

"Good one," her father snorted before he could stop himself. 

"What do you mean, Dad?" 

"Oh come on, are we just gonna pretend like Asian James Dean looks like someone who likes to volunteer!" 

"Klaus!" Victoria scolded. "What did I tell you? You were never like this, you were never one to judge appearances, what's going on?" 

"Yeah, Dad, you always told me you can never judge a book by its cover when my classmates would tease me saying you're gay!" Fortune exclaimed. 

Meanwhile, poor Jax sunk in his seat wanting nothing more than to disappear. He was scared something like that was gonna happen and he really liked Fortune.

"I know, but- but you're my daughter! And he's bad news!" Klaus cried irrationally. "I know how that sounds, Vicky. I know I'm bad news too, but in a different way!"

"Klausie, you were the most promiscuous teenager I've ever met, you broke every law I can think of, you used every substance under the sun, and you were a cult leader involved in a tax fraud scandal!" Victoria scoffed. 

"Alright, yeah, that's true... but in my defense, it was the '60s, cults were all the rage!"

"Dad, you have nothing to worry about. Yeah, he's kinda intimidating at first, but he's a huge softie, he's just shy," Fortune said, taking her boyfriend's arm. 

"I- I wanted to leave a good first impression," Jax admitted. "But when I'm nervous, I shut down a bit."

Klaus suddenly felt like shit seeing the kid looking so scared. He never had that experience to meet Victoria's parents, he couldn't imagine how scared he would be, how horrible he would feel if they treated him like he treated Jax.

"You know what? Let's give it another shot, you seem decent enough. I'm Klaus, nice to meet you," he offered his tattooed hand. 

"Jax Hayashi, nice to meet you too," the boy smiled, grateful for the second chance. 

"Tell me in thirty seconds why you deserve to date my Fortune," he teased.

"I work hard, I always try to better myself, I cook, I'm good with kids and animals, I like to make her laugh, and... and I love her, she's the most amazing and most beautiful girl I've ever seen in my life." 

Victoria grabbed her husband's arm, her heart tight with emotion. Just like him, Jax was good and sweet, just underneath a little bit of a weird surface. Fortune smiled, knowing her dad would come around after all.

"She really is, isn't she? Not to brag, but I helped making her," Klaus chuckled. "Fun fact, did you know Fortune here was actually conceived in 1963 right before the assassination of JFK?"

Tag List: @elliethesuperfruitlover @seanfalco @salvador-daley @firstpersonnarrator

[bamboobrat]

succession s4 e3 recap: i just called to say are you a cunt? 1/2

ding dong the bitch is dead!

today we celebrate! extra long recap! (you'll find part two here and at the bottom)

it's finally time to fire gerri:(((

this has been in the cards since the hazmat suit remark, but still shakes me to the bones.

and sticking her with cruises? horrifying.

almost as horrifying as logan asking roman to kill her...

"you two, you know, you were close"

dickpickgate, the laughs were too high a price to pay.

on a more positive note, greg is also not having a good day.

is he out of the inner circle? was he ever in? did kerry really look up if a focus group existed and pull him apart like string cheese?

my guess is it's because he is annoying. on this, logan and i agree. visually aggravating, indeed.

(on a more serious note, yes, i've seen the posts about nick and all i can say is believe women)

big boss man's last words:

i wasn't paying attention. karolina was in the scene.

tom uses one line to summarize the episode we never got.

wanting to kill cyd and gerri on the same day can kill you, you know. it's called karma.

felt a strong impulse to skip the intro having seen the trailer, but i'm a good lil nick britell fangirl of course.

also, you know it's going to be a good episode when it's a mylod.

roman is very nervous about breaking up with his girlfriend firing gerri. "let's enjoy this sham marraige and the death of romance", he said...

i know i asked for more gerri. THIS NOT WHAT I MEANT!

roman is me, i am roman etc.

i'm also sad to report that i am, in fact, team hat.

they are sad and angry but not in a perverted way:(

so, so pretty<333 j. for supporting! sarah for lead, please!

it's the least they could do. seriously.

looks like having to kill gerri was the last drop for our romey.

calling your dad a cunt right before he dies? it's shakespearean.

connor associates victoria spunge with the loony bin. some of you might think the cake is not an essential part of this episode, but you are wrong.

shiv doesn't pick up the phone. first the cake, now this!!

this is what my mom tells me all the time: gotta pick up the phone, i could be dying.

and just like that... logan roy died. on the toilet. where all horrible fathers deserve to die. special shout out to tywin lannister!

the writers are absolute sickos for making me actually morn this guy by watching how his children absolutely fall to pieces:

roman repeating how everything will be okay. ken saying he can't forgive logan, but that he loves him. shiv immediately reverting back to her younger self and calling logan daddy...

anyone else have some trauma responses to share?

these asshole kids crying over their asshole father </3

they frantically go back and forth between accepting that he is dead and making action plans on how to save him. it's a beautiful and heartbreaking throwback to the first season, when they still believed their money and status could save them from experiencing death.

even billionaires are mortal. really makes u think 👀

frank calls kendall son and i think it finally sinks in. i'm a pool of tears ready to be wiped up off the floor.

shiv and ken go to let connor know.

they look so smol and lost and sad, i CAN'T. they really are kids.

connor is on some GOAT shit with this line:

well, his father may not ever have liked him, but at least he got the world's strangest hug from his homey romey.

being in denial too hard can cause hug disfunction.

it's not a nice thing to call someone dead.

truly a heartbreaking rant we get from kieran here. one emmy for our favorite slime puppy!

karl continues to be the voice of reason:

i feel connected to this man, spiritually and emotionally.

he should pour one for kerry as well.

our girl is simply not dealing. fingers crossed for a delicious breakdown to come.

tom agrees.

funniest shit i've ever seen.

this is why we like to keep karl around, for the drinking and the nicknames.

part 2

[liviavanrouge]

Sophia: *Heads outside with the other foster children, smiling*

Adela: Here Sophia! *Tosses over a basketball, smiling*

Sophia: Thanks Adela!

Sophia: *Heads over to the play area, tossing the ball into the hoop*

???: *Walks over, watching her silently*

Sophia: *Picks up the basketball, staring at it*

???: I see you've gotten better!

Sophia: *Turns around, her eyes widening* Huh?

Lycaon: *Stares at her, walking over* I suggest you steady your arms more, you can't immediately lean back when you're going to shoot as well

Sophia: What...are you doing here?

Lycaon: That is a very good question, isn't it?

Sophia: *Looks down* I'm sorry-

Lycaon: Why are you apologizing, Sophia?

Sophia: I caused trouble for you and Stellia now...I'm not going to be able to see either of you as much..

Lycaon: Then, maybe I should show you this..

Sophia: *Perks up, her eyes widening at the adoption papers* Huh...

Sophia: *Looks up at him* You're....adopting me?

Lycaon: Of course I am, you're part of the family after all, my wife loves you, so do my kids, everyone at Victoria Housekeeping adores you

Lycaon: And....I, myself, miss having you around..

Sophia: *Smiles at him* Really?

Lycaon: *Kneels down, placing a hand on her back* Of course...

Sophia: When do I leave?

Lycaon: *Smiles at her* Today...

Sophia: *Smiles wide, throwing her arms around his neck* REALLY!?

Lycaon: Yes! Today!

Sophia: *Perks up, looking away* Adela! Adela, come here!

Adela: *Walks over, her tail swaying behind her*

Sophia: Lycaon, this is my twin, Adela, she took on a more humanoid form..

Lycaon: Hello

Adela: *Waves* Hi...

Sophia: Today is where you can adopt two children...

Lycaon: Oh really?

Sophia: So..what's better than one skunk

Lycaon: *Smiles, beckoning Adela close* Two skunks...

Adela: *Perks up then smiles wide*

Lycaon: *Nods* Both of you are coming with..

Adela: *Beams, hugging Lycaon*

Lycaon: *Chuckles, hugging both girls close* Let's head home..

Sophia: Okay!

~~~~

Stellia: *Smiles wide* Oh Sophia!

Isabelle: *Runs over, beaming* SOPHIA!!

Andreus: *Clings to Stellia, staring at Sophia*

Sophia: *Smiles wide* Stellia, Isabelle, Andreus!

Adela: *Smiles, waving to them*

Stellia: Two?

Lycaon: They're sisters, twins in fact..

Stellia: *Beams* Welcome Adela!

Adela: Thank you...

Stellia: *Giggles* Looks like we have to fix up her room! We have two sweet skunks now~

Lycaon: *Chuckles* Indeed...

Sophia: *Giggles*

Ellen: *Walks over* Sophia...

Corin: Sophia, it's so great to see you!!

Rina: I'm glad you're able to stay with us permanently!

Sophia: Me too! Oh and this is my sister Adela!

Adela: It's nice to meet you all..

Rina: It's so lovely to meet you as well, welcome to the family!

Corin: You're so pretty, Adela!

Adela: *Laughs, a flowery smell coming from her* Thank you!

Lycaon: We have a big dinner to prepare, don't we, love

Stellia: *Chuckles, leaning against him* Indeed we do, Von...

@queen-of-twisted