#they did pregnant lauren so dirty

[elssbethtascioni]

favorite c.c. babcock outfits → season 5

[nightguide]

OBERLIN NEURO-PSYCHOTHERAPY AND PROFESSIONAL PI

everything i need to say about the TV show Glee is that, i have observed so many TV tropes and foresaw whatever toxicity i have had in my main event that i never ignore in my time knowing i do this as a passion hobby to maintain and create that i never see is that, i never make any mistakes. i always tell the truth, i am upfront and honest and i am an introvert on the outside in, the more happier i get, the more i feel like i am one with myself online knowing my intuitive cloud i get is not all fuzzy with heartbreaks with casts i hear elsewhere if competing for good sportsman-ship means that i have not yet to interfere with the social onslaught of citizenship elsewhere with fame and now, the evil eye which i always say to keep a distance with whats not useful to you, so here is my take on the character/s that caused me ache upon infamy of my own work to say the least, so here i go

Linna

Glee: complete series.

based on Eynsenk's original theory. (rotational dialogue)

i know how prone the characters are to humiliation (heartbreaker series: one of 8 series that follows true story dialogues that make or break humanity as they are today (social-tropes)

(safe from verbal assault as seen on tv): Puck, Lauren, Becky, Sue, Blaine

CHOLERIC:

Brittany is most likely to cause heartbreak by making Santana do all of her dirty work (Santana knows the true story value to Rachel's life for her work in doing so, that makes Harper (new character) the new world order (social-trope)

Mercedes is also going to get along with everybody if she did not compare herself to Beyonce that much

(Horn, J.L.,)

Fluid Intelligence: Rachel is likely going to make sacrifices more than most (actually the bad guy), so this makes sense into why Jesse makes a difference knowing the plot in general making Harper the most influential person on the show knowing now what Gossip Girl can do (nothing makes a difference to now, Linna (actress become) do it all for you (nothing makes a difference in Harper knowing Sue's command than knowing who Sue is to her father in real life (not even famous til now)

test 1: accord: (failing the most) - Kurt Hummel's for not even looking too much into Rachel's life to make sure if anything about her personal history is made clear to his life making Harper's life feel good about (he is not even David Bowie relative in time and space that made him even afford workforce that made him even feel good about)

test 2: how far did Keanu go?- Mercedes Jones (Amber Riley) was not supposed to go that far into killing herself for diet (innocent one of the group) til making her feel guilty is knowing who Harper's father is (may he rest in peace)

test 3: (ignorance issues): the cast knows a.. (will do anything to sabotage their fame for 'free time' (harmful to pregnant women right now as i'm typing this)

Crystallised intelligence: Schue knows why he did not do it but actual reality, groomed Rachel (shams al'ma'araf) knowing why the plot did not work out in the ending (he forced pregnancy into making Harper (knew) slave her life for him (evil minister of Hollywood turned clown (now knowing it from a therapist's perspective)

test 1: money issues- they're loaded (not my problem)

test 2: heartbreak management- Rachel Berry and Finn Hudson sabotaged the group with Will Schuester (for pornographic enrolment of voice (legacy breaking the group apart for further development (Euphoria: TV series)

test 3: emotional harvesting- anything can happen (live-action cast in touch with the ending in real life (Miley's last call)

--PI --

he does not need to watch gossip girl

Memory and learning: the cast is live action no matter what (book of mormon epidemic on Hollywood ended now

test 1: mormonism is present in desi households (thank you, for making my life hell - sincerely, desi women in their 20's)

test 2: forgiveness- now, they are Islamic fault of human morales now (heavily failing boundaries stepping into sexual assaults in real life (now knowing this, they cannot keep up secondary to nothing, so one or two at max has to die, if anything to keep humanity going apart from their 'antics' now (kids shit die now)

test 3: female harm- so much. now, please watch it

Visual perception: it's not even relative to time and space til 2029 (now ended)

test 1: Will Schuester under Duvochny's watchclock- offended so many people with a thought that sincerely, even Sue has to emotionally fight that battle to keep a baby Harper alive (knowing her family's pride) is going to kill his career to keep up (all your fault, Schuester)

test 2: unbroken m/v in real life- nothing declared the cast to do it by therapy ghost-call (not even going to work by emotional response to now, a woman getting married (coming-of-age fairytale)

test 3: whatever goes, goes.- all their fault for human resources can deal with (locked on their own by tumblr PI service)

Auditory perception: if anything about the TV show, the runs ended on repeats if X-Files watches it for profit, so they're the ones to tell the tale now that the ending is not even plot official to the point (TV show Prisonbreak has a point to relative in time and space knowing autism can break efforts in subjugating the new Queen of TV plotlines without introductions without usage of battery (sleep) to charge formations in daily warfares in psychological assets (TV show Mr. Robot ends that permanently), so there is no such thing as using the world for money when there is no money to be used (so all of them are underneath lab rat experiment (book of lovato)

test 1: movies- nothing alters them by thought (they're shit on their own like that, nothing to do with heartbreak by initial response to the one sole viewer doing everything they can to 'keep up with whatever is relevant to them'

test 2: habitual fronts (tv-show relations is seriously forbidden according to Schue is why another actor replaced him)

test 3: n/a

Retrieval ability: when watching it from beginning to end, there is no such thing as making ends meet when there are plot holes everywhere in terms of social healthcare and welfare in unity (like, there is no point singing when there is no bridge to be built around social harmony based on one character alone, like if you don't like her, then kick her out (or so that you will feel (the cast) extremely cringe over the merch that physical death is able to happen on 2025 that is going to resolve that upon notice on Hollywood that takes place on heartbreak that is not even evident but is catered around offense around exposing hinduism (large effect on south-asian colony and around north-east europe knowing who the Glee cast are)

Cognitive speediness: ways of remembering it is that, there is a way to pick up momentum of social clause if seen upon notice, if the neuro-divergent population were not to be able to find that for you (massive PI on the cast now, knowing is that physical death is now made sure, if you look up to Keanu Reeves)

Processing speed: the cast knows who made that wrong. okay, like if i care if sleep with them to make that end meet is a massive offense on British isles now knowing what and why Jesse cannot even cope alone, he is part of a different show choir of his own accord knowing he can sabotage New Directions any day (Harper being on IX)

[my-deer-history]

Ok I DMed you the question but I’ll ask officially. 🔪 for John Laurens- want to know if you think he did his wife and daughter dirty or if there are layers-

The way I see it: two kids made a mistake and they both paid a steep price for it.

(And I want to emphasise Martha's agency here, which isn't always addressed. She chose to have sex, as much as John did, and they both knew the consequences.)

By the standards of the day, John did do the "correct" and decent thing in marrying Martha, which saved her from shame and social ostracisation that may have ruined her life. (He did wait until she was at least six months pregnant and there was no hiding it anymore, perhaps hoping for the off chance that the pregnancy problem would solve itself? But, well.)

They married on 26 October 1776, moved into a house in Chelsea together in mid-November - and by the end of December, John was gone again, sailing back to Charleston to join the war effort.

26 October is also the day on which John wrote to Henry to say that he would be returning to America (and including, in a multi-page letter, three short lines about his wife and child). Hardly the action of a besotted newlywed.

There are very few (surviving) letters between them, and John did use common terms and phrases of endearment for Martha - but that might be down to the fact that some of the letters would have been sent through Henry, so appearances had to be maintained, not to mention that he probably didn't want to be cruel to Martha herself. But those letters don't feel very warm - certainly nothing like the affectionate and close personal tone he used in writing to Hamilton or even some of his other friends.

When scant opportunities for Martha to come to America presented themselves, John was quick to dismiss them, pulling all sorts of excuses out of his hat. And when he was in France, he again made no effort to contact or visit her. I have also never seen someone else mention her in letters addressed to him (it was common to ask after and send wishes to the recipient's family), so it seems like very few people even knew he was married.

And we'll never know what went on behind closed doors, what arrangements they made - but based on surviving material, John showed very little interest in Martha, and none at all in his daughter. He married out of social obligation, and it seems that he wanted her far away and forgotten. Whatever affection there was in their marriage must have been one-sided at best.

So - John did the proper thing in practical terms (and really the only decent thing he could have done), but Martha deserved someone who genuinely loved and cared for her. To me, they're both victims of youthful indiscretion rather than malice.

[jodibodie]

I Have Some Feelings

To start let me just emphasize how much I love and adore this show and always will. This was my covid show. Both of my kids loved “Lucifer” and always said I should watch so at the start of covid I binged it and when I say binged, I mean all 4 seasons in a few days and have rewatched so many times I’ve lost count. I think it is timeless, engrossing, original and all around amazing. The writing and the cast were all excellent. The writing was smart and consistently strong and that is so rare.  Funny, sad, poignant, it hit all the notes with very few plot holes or missteps. There is not one episode in the entire series that was not engaging. Even if I didn’t like an episode, it was still well done. What a rarity.

The cast is scary good. Completely underrated. Just all phenomenally talented.  I don’t remember the last time a cast was this strong.  From the core group to both reoccurring and guest stars, the cast was just fantastic.  

Tom Ellis, no words.  The man deserves to choose whatever he wants to do acting wise. He should have people breaking down his door. He can truly do it all and do it all well. He took a character that if portrayed by a lesser actor could have come off as a complete asshole and made him one of the most sympathetic and loveable characters in recent history. Ellis made a crime solving devil, a promiscuous man-child that occasionally breaks into song and the evidence room into a beloved character that has become an icon.  

Lauren German, WOW.  She is just so damn good. She can break your heart one second and have you laughing the next. She makes Chloe real, and people don’t realize how hard that is. Chloe is smart, kind, tough and gorgeous but she’s also an insecure dork.  She’s us and German just brings it.  

DB Woodside I’ve loved since “Buffy”.  He is a phenomenal actor and who knew he could bring the laughs so well? His expressions were classic. Clueless angel indeed. Amenadiel could have been very one-dimensional but because of Woodside’s talent he became fully fleshed out and full bodied.  

I have no doubt Lesley-Ann Brandt has a huge career in front of her.  She took a character that very well could have been hated, a demon and made her into one of the most human characters on the show. Kudos to her for taking a tough role and making it her own.  

Kevin Alejandro is another actor I’ve loved for a long time.  He also took a character who if we’re going to be honest here did so many unlikeable things that he should have been truly despised but because of Kevin’s portrayal he was beloved. Great actor and a terrific director.

Rachael Harris IMO is the downlow MVP.  She was literally the rock and again, with a lesser actress the role could have been a throwaway. The normal human, the sounding board but Harris imbued her with so much more.  Her spit takes, sarcasm and her obvious compassion was what made Dr. Linda an unforgettable character. Once again just perfect casting.  

Aimee Garcia was a great addition. She made Ella a fan fav and put so much heart, joy and sincerity into Ella never once did you doubt that she would prevail no matter what was thrown at her.  Garcia was just fantastic, and I want her skin care regime.  

Scarlett Estevez pulled off the one thing I thought almost impossible.  She took the role of a young child and made it so I didn’t want to cringe. She portrayed Trixie so beautifully from day one that she was a true pleasure to watch.  Even though Trixie was super precocious Estevez never made her obnoxious. I loved Trixie and I have never said that about any child character in an adult show.  She was wonderful and has an amazing career in front of her.

That said, I’ve got some feelings now that I’ve seen the finale and have had some time to digest it all.  I love that Chloe and Lucifer had eternity and I agree that they had to be separated for Chloe’s lifetime. Didn’t like it but it’s the logical path. She’s human, he’s not. The ageing thing alone necessitated them not being together long term on earth and that’s just to start the list. They had to had to be apart for the short term to get their eternity but the duality of Lucifer's ending and Amenadiel's didn't sit right. Amenadiel as God got to have it all. His calling, his family etc. while Lucifer had to give up everything.  I also don’t buy the “If he came up from hell, he could never leave them again” defense.  I call bullshit.  Amenadiel managed, plus, missing out on the day to day is a huge sacrifice and by Lucifer missing out on the day-to-day Rory could still have had the hatred she needed to drive the story.  Popping in for birthdays, graduations, weddings, etc., the big stuff does not a father make.  Not being there for skinned knees, first heartbreaks, and all the little things a daughter needs her dad for can build up tons of resentment.  Boom, absentee father, just like his dad was. That provides all the millennial angel angst you could ask for. I have a daughter; it doesn’t take much.

The Trixie issue was huge for me. Can Chloe see her in Heaven? Will she be able to travel to Heaven and visit Trixie, Penelope, Dan, her father?  Chloe hesitated leaving Heaven in 5x16 because she couldn’t bear saying good-bye to her dad again. It seems as if Chloe sacrificed everything for Rory including Trixie. I want to preface this by saying. I liked Rory and loved the actress. I didn’t however like how it was as if she were their only child.  When Lucifer spoke of family Trixie was not mentioned. Their family day, the same thing. She didn’t need to be there, I get that the explanation regarding Rory would have been way too much to get into but just a mention of her, how awesome it would have been to share this day with her would have worked. It seemed as if Lucifer went from, “I would do anything to protect that little Urchin” to “Trixie who”. Trixie was a character that we watched grow up and she meant something to us. I hate to say this, but the writers did Trixie and the viewers dirty in this regard.

This show was built around a few premises.  Free will, honesty, redemption, sacrifice and family, both blood and made. The ending completely negated almost all of these.  Chloe and their entire family were made into the one thing Lucifer abhorred the most which are liars. Their daughter was brought up surrounded by lies. What did they tell Trixie?  The poor kid just lost her dad, and she was pissed at Lucifer when he went back to hell the first time. Did she grow up hating him because as far as she knew Lucifer left her mom again without saying good-bye and this time it was even worse because Chloe was pregnant.  I get that the actress who plays Trixie had limited availability but seriously. A quick good-bye.

“Hey Urchin, you won’t understand why for a long time, but I have to leave. You know I never lie so I can’t explain why but know that I love you and your mom and one day I hope you can forgive me.”  

A 30 second scene would have worked.

As all the characters learned throughout the series, omission of the truth is just a form of lying and there are always repercussions i.e., Chloe and Father Kinley, Dan shooting Lucifer, Maze finding out about Lilith and even Ella not being told. As far as free will, both Chloe and Lucifer had their free will taken from them in the end. By Rory forcing them to abide by her wishes, their free will was forfeited. It was a huge manipulation on Rory’s part and considering how much Lucifer hated manipulations it just didn’t sit right.

Parents making huge sacrifices I get. Chloe and Lucifer sacrificed everything for their child. Unfortunately for me this sacrifice, the way it was written seemed contrived to pull out maximum and IMO unjustified angst. I love angst.  Hell, this is my favorite show.  I thrive on the angst. But as I wrote earlier, all the anger, angst and hatred towards Lucifer could have been achieved without having Lucifer completely out of the picture. I have two kids and my husband, and I have made huge life altering sacrifices for them as many parents do but being there for the day-to-day little things was what made the difference in their lives and cemented the close relationships we have with them.

“Yeah, dad you were great. Showing up for the fun stuff, always swooping in for the big finish to play the hero then ditching us when things got tough. When Grandma was dying where were you?  Nice that you showed up for the funeral but the six months leading up to it…we needed you and once again you weren’t there. When T got sick, when Jen broke my heart, blah, blah, blah…”

Even the whole Chloe dying scenario. They could have written it that rage Rory traveled minutes before Lucifer got there. Have him pop in right after Rory comes back. There were so many ways to achieve the end game they wanted other than the way they went. It seemed contrived and as if they took the easy way out to get where they needed to go. The Rory rage that was the catalyst for her traveling back in time and Lucifer finding his calling could still have been accomplished without the whole Lucifer disappearing storyline.

Now that I’ve finished my diatribe there’s a couple of additional things I would like to say.  Lucifer is and always will be one of my favorite shows of all time. There are not enough words to describe the comfort and enjoyment this show has brought me. Thank you, thank you, thank you to the producers, cast and crew. You truly created something special.

To the fandom. Please do not let a polarizing conclusion rip apart the fandom. The only other fandom I was a part of tore itself apart so badly that the FBI got involved.  Hence why I waited for 15 years to dip my toe in again. Everyone invested in this show has the right to their feelings.  Debate is fine, baiting and bullying are not. The Lucifer fandom like the show is very special. Without the fandom we wouldn’t have gotten any conclusion so don’t let opposing viewpoints tarnish what has been a magical journey.  

[missymurphy1985]

Friends with Added Benefits (part 4)

Warning - smut (like... Immediately...) / pregnancy

Taglist @queenshelby @margoo0 @being-worthy @peakyscillian @ntmynouis @janelongxox @elenavampire21 @noctvrnalmoth @ysmmsy @cloudofdisney @lauren-raines-x @namelesslosers @misscarolineshelby

Won't let me tag.... @screemqueen

You knocked on his door just after 8, glancing around to make sure no one was looking. The door opened and you stepped inside quickly.

"Being pregnant has its perks - no one batted an eyelid when I said I was tired and wanted an early night," you smiled.

"I hope you're not too tired now, lady..."

"Suddenly wide awake Murphy." He smirked at you and pulled your body against his. You palmed his erection hungrily through his jeans, making him groan into your mouth as he kissed you, your tongues meshing together.

The jeans came down with you as you pinned him against the wall, his cock springing up at you. You wasted no time sinking your mouth over him, taking him down your throat and bobbing your head.

"Fuck y/n.. horny much?" He laughed, before reaching both hands round to grip your hair, pulling your head back and forth making you throb with need.

"Gonna come down that dirty little throat y/n.." you groaned into his cock, taking his balls in your hand, squeezing them lightly as his hands gripped your hair tighter, his breathing getting deeper.

You suddenly lifted your mouth off him, he fought to put you back on but you resisted, looking up at him smirking.

"You come when I say you can, understand?" His eyes widened, eyebrows raised.

"Y/n please... I need to come..."

"And you will - if you're good, I might let you come again after.." you pushed him to sit on the chair by the dressing table, and pumped his cock slowly a few times before sinking your mouth over him again.

He was almost shaking now, you'd taken him to the edge countless times without letting him orgasm, he wasn't sure he could take much more.

"I'm not gonna be good y/n... Please..." You stood up and removed your jeans and t shirt, moving over his seated body and hovered your core over his leaking cock. Sinking onto him, your orgasm was already building in mere minutes - everything was 10 times more sensitive since you'd been pregnant.

"Shit... You feel amazing.." he gasped when you started to rock your hips. His hands cupped your backside, lifting your body against him as your nails dug into his shoulders.

"I'm gonna come... Cillian..." Your movements picked up speed, you needed to feel him coming with you and now. He didn't disappoint - your teasing earlier eliminating any self control he had as he came with you, filling you with ropes of his hot cum deep inside you.

Foreheads pressed together as you both caught your breath, a sudden knock on the door startled you both. You quickly climbed off him, pulling your clothes into a bundle and hiding in the bathroom as he pulled his jeans on and opened the door.

"Paul, you okay?" You heard Cillian welcome his onscreen brother at the door.

"Yeah, thought I'd check how you were after the other day? Brought you a beer from the bar." You heard footsteps and figured he'd let himself inside. You silently swore to yourself, before very quietly putting your clothes back on, hopefully Cillian would be able to distract him long enough so you could sneak out without Paul seeing you.

You'd been in there for 15 minutes when you got a text from Cillian.

"I've got him distracted, go now!!" You silently opened the door and closed it behind you, tiptoeing over to the front door. Just as your hand went to open it, you heard Paul.

"Cill, why is there a thong on the floor?" You froze, you'd hoped Cillian had noticed that and shifted them. Clearly not...

"Um... I had someone here last night, they must've left them behind..." He was quick on his feet, you'll give him that.

"No you didn't, you were in bed with a migraine?" You opened the door, but the click was louder than you'd planned. You could almost feel Paul's eyes on you as you stood at the door, wishing the ground could swallow you up.

"Wow..." He gasped, suddenly putting two and two together.

"Paul it's not what it looks like okay..."

"So what is it then? She leaves her underwear in everyone's hotel room?" You rested your head against the door, closed it again and took a deep breath but Cillian spoke before you did.

"We've been sleeping together Paul. Just while were filming, it's nothing serious and its NOT something we want getting out, okay?"

"You sly old dog Cillian Murphy..." Cillian couldn't help but chuckle as Paul thumped his shoulder, almost in congratulations. "Wait..." Shit, his brain was working again...

"Aren't you pregnant?" He asked quickly.

"Yes.." you and Cillian nodded in unison.

His jaw dropped. "No way..."

You shook your head quickly.

"No, Paul, the baby isn't Cillian's, it was just a one night stand from before we were back." You noticed Cillian look to the window and bite his lip, before shaking his head slightly and looking back at you, plastering a smile back on.

"Bloody hell you two... Had me thinking we had a Peaky Baby on the way then!"

"I'm gonna go, Cillian..."

"Yeah.. I'll see you in the morning?"

"Yeah. Paul, please, don't say - "

"Y/n, you have my word."

[luverofralts]

Post Arkhelios

Abe bought three pregnancy tests just to be safe. One positive test could be a fluke. Two positive tests could just be a false positive and a fluke. But three?

Abe looked at the third positive pregnancy test and tried not to scream. This was not happening to him. This was a terrible dream and nothing more.

He curled up in his room, trying to sort through his options. Maybe a fourth pregnancy test?

That week his mom had ordered new furniture for his previously very creepy room, and then returned to her same distant style of parenting. Her work was no longer her hideaway from her terrible marriage, but was again the passion of her life. Lucy and Oriana were as thick as thieves, and together sought to pack as much fun into their lives as they possibly could. Nathan and Nickolas were bonding over telling each other scary stories about the noises they heard in the basement. So Abe had a lot of time alone, for which he was suddenly very grateful.

He couldn’t tell his mom about the pregnancy tests, that was absolutely certain. Lucy or Oriana would just tell his mom. Ironman assured him that betraying a promise to secrecy was against his programming, but Abe didn’t really know how far he could trust the servo who was in love with Oriana. He had to tell Roman somehow. Roman would know what to do, and would rush home from Pleasantview to be by his side, Abe was sure of it. Without the Bellamys paying for Roman’s phone, and the lack of modern technology at the boarding school, how would he talk to Roman though? He couldn’t ask Wanda to summon Roman again. Not without walking into the Bellamy house and declaring that he was carrying their newest great-grandchild anyway.

Oh god, he really was carrying their great-grandchild. A positive test wasn’t just a result, it meant a baby, and a crib and diapers....

Abe decided that his best option was Ulyssa. She had a phone, and had access to Roman at school. She was his best chance of speaking to Roman without accidentally letting half of Arkhelios know his secret.

Jorah came to the door and sighed.

“Hi Abe, I just have to pick up the garbage again quick. Every time I fix it, someone comes around to kick it over again. It’s been happening a lot since...you know...my mom and your dad left.”

A cockroach ran by Abe’s feet and he shuddered.

“Yeah, us too,” he said. “We’re not exactly popular, especially since my mom basically declared war on Salem Bellamy.”

And you’re having his grandson’s baby. How will Mom react to that news?

“What brings you over here?” Jorah asked. “Hopefully nothing to do with my mom?” Abe shook his head.

“No nothing about our parents,” he said. “I need you to ask Ulyssa to get Roman to call me. It’s something important, and I need to talk to him as soon as possible.”

Abe’s stomach made a terrible noise, and he hoped he could remember where the Durant’s bathroom was in time.

“Please call her, I’ll be right back! I hope!”

It still terrified Jorah to see his sister arrive out of nowhere, engulfed in magical light.

“Warn me next time!” he shouted. “How are you even doing that?”

“You’re the one who texted me that Abe was having an emergency and to come quick,” she retorted. “You do remember that we have a string of unsolved murders in Arkhelios, right? What was I supposed to think when you said emergency? Where is Abe anyway?”

The siblings found Abe in their main washroom in a terrible state. He clearly hadn’t made it to the toilet in time, and that was a sight the Durants couldn’t ever unsee.

“I’m so sorry,” Abe apologized, standing to greet them, but then doubling over again near the filthy toilet. “I can’t seem to keep anything down. I had plain toast and a banana this morning, but even that is bothering me.”

“What’s wrong with you?” Ulyssa had a pretty good guess of where this conversation was going given all the vomiting, the need to see Roman, and the small bump he was trying to hide under two layers of clothes. “Why do you need to see Roman? What did he do to you?”

Abe flushed with embarrassment.

“I’m pretty sure this is something we did together,” he replied, resting his head against the bathroom wall. “and I’m sure you can probably guess why I need to see him.” He closed his eyes to try to fight the overwhelming nausea. “I’m sorry about your bathroom.”

When he was able to stand again, the Durants moved Abe into Ulyssa’s room and locked the door. They were really hoping no one needed to use the main bathroom before they could get back there to clean it.

“What are you going to do?” Ulyssa whispered. Everyone was in the main living room at the moment, but this was something that she couldn’t risk her parents overhearing. “When did this even happen? We’ve been back at school for awhile.”

Abe sighed.

“He used magic to teleport here. I was really missing him, and then he was just here in front of me, and one thing lead to another....” He trailed off, hoping not to have to explain further.

Ulyssa let a laugh slip out before she could stop it.

“I’m sorry Roman used magic and teleported here? Do you know how hard even a basic teleportation spell is, let alone a spell here? Roman did this?”

Abe shot her a dirty look. He wasn’t just going to out Wanda like that. He gestured to his stomach theatrically.

“Obviously he got here somehow,” he snapped. “Anyway, I’d much rather be talking to him about this. Can you teleport him here? Or teleport me to him? Whatever is faster.”

Ulyssa shook her head.

“No, I can basically just teleport myself. I can’t imagine working out the spell needed to teleport someone pregnant that far away. It would be a disaster.”

“So just teleport back and get Roman to come here,” Jorah suggested.

Ulyssa shook her head a second time.

“I don’t know where he is,” she admitted. “We have internship placements this semester, and I got assigned to Pleasantview. I haven’t seen him around campus and I don’t know where he was assigned.”

Abe was suddenly looking green again, and the Durants braced themselves for the worst.

“There’s another bathroom down the hall!” Jorah called out as Abe took off again.

Abe made less of a mess in the second bathroom, so they moved their meeting into there.

“I brought Lauren,” Jorah said helpfully. “In case you wanted to practice holding a baby.”

Ulyssa shot her brother a withering glare when Abe’s reaction to actually picturing himself having a baby made him more nauseous.

“Idiot,” she murmured. “Look, I’ll go back to school and look up Roman’s posting. Then he can come here and you two can work this thing out.” She smacked Jorah’s shoulder. “Get Lauren out of here.”

“Thanks for everything. I don’t know how I would have gotten to Roman without you guys,” Abe said. “Please don’t tell anyone about this. I think my mom will actually kill me if she finds out.”

“Probably Salem too, when you think about it.”

“Jorah!”

So Abe snuck back home and decided to risk using the hot tub to relieve his back pain and maybe settle his stomach a bit. Seeing that the hot tub was in use, Lucy came bounding up the stairs and jumped in with him.

“There you are! Where have you been all this time?”

Abe sank lower in the bubbles, hoping to hide his stomach.

“Places. None of your business.”

The two fell into silence, and Abe finally felt calm for the first time in awhile. Roman would come soon and help him. He could keep this secret for a little bit longer.

Suddenly Abe felt the now very familiar churning in his stomach, and bolted from the hot tub and down the hall to his bathroom.

“Abe??” Lucy grabbed a towel and ran after her brother. “What’s wrong are you still feeling sick?”

Stomach now fully visible, and his last pregnancy test on the floor, Abe slumped next to the toilet and waited for his nausea to pass. Lucy’s brain was connecting the pieces of evidence before her, and coming to a conclusion she couldn’t believe could be true.

“What have you gotten yourself into Abe??”

(Abe also has food poisoning really bad at the moment, so he barely can start an action without running to the toilet)

[bebepac]

Fire and Gasoline

I’m participating in @emceesynonymroll wacky drabble prompt # 34 “Oh don’t act like you don’t love the attention.  which will appear in bold

All Characters belong to Pixelberry with the exemption of Lauren Brooks

Pairing:  my ever so steamy  Liam and Riley

Summary:  Fairly recent  events.  The heir has been born.  Off canon note: in my fics Riley is dealing with memory loss from an accident she had as a teen with her adoptive parents.  Riley now  has her memories back, however it won’t be explained here.  Riley is making an effort now that she’s cleared for physical activity to get back to her pre-baby weight.  Maxwell has launched a new business venture Kraken Fitness and wants Riley to be his spokesperson.  

If you are curious about either  Riley’s Parents, check out the Life of Riley series  or Liam being the spokesperson for Apple Crisps  located  HERE

Tagging: @dcbbw @queenjilian @kingliam2019 @loveellamae @janezillow@queencordonia @lodberg  @kimmiedoo5 @kaitycole @glaimtruelovealways @burnsoslow @custaroonie @annekebbphotography @camersworld @breastfeeding-gothmomma @iaminlovewithtrr​ @queenwalton​ @xpandabeardontcarex @aestheticartwriting

Warnings: NSFW, some profanity i think, a little self confidence issue, and a couple that like sex games.  

Word count: 1153. Sorry not sorry. 

Riley held Ellie in her arms singing to her softly as she breastfed her, sitting in the rocking chair.  She could see Ellie’s sweet brown eyes closing.  Riley’s beautiful voice changed to a soft hum. Liam watched her with the baby in awe.  

She looked up, feeling his eyes on her.  She smiled at him.  He smiled back.   He tiptoed closer to them, softly rubbed Ellie’s soft  jet black curls, and kissed the top of her head.  Then he leaned in kissing Riley’s lips.  

Riley slowly got up, putting Ellie in the crib.   Both her and Liam ran at of the room as quickly and as quietly as they could.  

Riley was an excellent mother.  Liam just loved watching Riley with Ellie.  The way she would hold and sing to her, considering, in the beginning, Riley was so hesitant about having children. Riley had told him that the only reason she felt like she could be a good mother now finally is having her memories back, and remembering how wonderful she was treated by her own mother Lauren Brooks.  

The next morning was Riley’s 8 week followup appointment. Riley was cleared to start physical activities, and other wifely duties.  🍋🍋

Maxwell, with his money for the book deal, had finally opened  his gym.  Kraken Fitness.

Maxwell had offered to help get Riley back in shape post baby.   Riley was still about 25 or so pounds heavier that what she was used to.  Liam didn’t mind at all, in fact he loved it.  

Riley wasn’t unhappy with herself per se but she could not fit in any other her other gowns or wedding dress currently because of weight gain.  

She trained hard with Maxwell.  The next 8 weeks,  she hadn’t lost all the weight mind you, but she had lost inches, and was actually slightly thinner than she was before she got pregnant with Eleanor.  

“Absolutely not.”

“Liam.”

“No.”

“So what part is actually the no?” Maxwell asked.  

“I will not have my wife, the Queen, in a bikini showing her weight loss success, after having our baby. These other pictures, I'm okay with the bikini shots, no.”  

Ellie could sense Riley was getting angry and started getting fussy.  She rocked her in her arms.

“I’m sorry Ellie, Daddy’s being a total Royal pain in the ….

“Riley!”

“APPLE!  You’re being a royal pain in the APPLE!!!! Liam.  You have your Apple Crisp ads you do.  I see how  all those women act when they see you walk in the room.”

“I’m wearing my royal regalia Riley, I’m not walking in wearing a speedo. That’s different.”

“Oh don’t act like you don’t love the attention.”  

“It showcases her hard work Liam. Riley wasn’t happy with herself when we started.”  

“Riley is that true?”

“It’s not untrue Liam.  I couldn’t wear any of my old clothes.”  

“Riley we had a baby.  Ellie is worth a few extra pounds.”

“Of course she is.  But she’s here now,  I can get back to taking care of myself again.”

“Maxwell we’re running the picture, i’m your spokesperson.”

“No you’re not running the picture.”

“Bastien, can you be impartial for a moment for me?  Look at this picture and tell me what you think.”

He looked at the photo of Riley and his eyes widened. "Wow!" He cleared his throat. "My apologies Your Majesty."

“That’s all i needed.”  

He focused his attention back on Riley. “No you’re not.”

“Maxwell, as your Queen, i’m telling you to run the picture.”

“I don’t like where this is going, Ellie.” 

“Lord Maxwell as your ruling Monarch, of royal blood, I’m telling you, no.”

“You really just did that to me, I need to speak to my husband alone. RIGHT NOW!  Can you take Ellie, Maxwell?”  

Maxwell and Bastien walked out of the room.  They heard the door click behind them.  

“Um, did they just lock the door?” Maxwell said.

“Sounds like it.”

Liam locked the door, his eyes darkening as he looked at Riley.  

“So i guess we play the game now?”

“I guess we do.”

“Rules?”

“If you scream you lose.” he nods in agreement.

“If you cum, you lose.”  

She nods. “I’ll allow it.”

“3 minutes to do your best work.  Pick your place.”

“That wall,” Liam points.  

“On top of the desk,” Riley points.

“Two pictures.”

“None.”

“Liam.”

“Fine.  One, but I pick it.”

“Deal.”

"Coin Toss?"

“Heads.”

“Tails, looks like I go first.” He winks at Riley.

“Set your phone.  Two alarms, one for 3 minutes, one for 3:30 allowing 30 seconds for transition. “

“Mine will be set for 6:30.  

She puts her phone on the desk.

“Ready?”

Riley slid her panties off.

She nodded.  

Liam backed her up to the wall.  

"10 seconds," he said.

“I’m fire.” His hands rested on her hips.

“I’m gasoline.” Riley says.

“And when we connect….” Liam groaned as he picked her up, pinning her body to the wall.  Riley wrapped her legs around his hips.

Riley whimpered softly , “We blaze.”

She heard the beep of the phone, and Liam didn’t waste one second giving her all of him on the first thrust.  Riley bit her lip so she wouldn’t scream, gripping Liam’s shoulders. He was bringing every weapon in his arsenal.  He was groaning in her ear.  Talking dirty to her.  

“Riley scream for your King, let’s end this.  Stop holding back.  You know you want to.”  

He almost… had… her…  then the first alarm went off.

Riley gasped, her legs were quivering.  He pulled Riley over to the desk.   She pushed him backwards onto it.  Straddling him.

*********Meanwhile outside the door….****************

“So this is weird….”  Maxwell said as he played with Ellie.  They heard another crash.  

“They’re playing Fire and Gasoline.” Bastien said.  “I walked in on it once.  Hence why they locked the door.  It’s how they make decisions when they can’t agree.  There are rules.”

********More crashing sounds from the study.  ************

“It’ a S - E - X game.”  He spelled because Maxwell was holding Ellie.  

“You’re not playing fair Riley,” he groaned.

“You didn’t set it as a rule did you?”   Every time she descended down his shaft she tightened her muscles clenching him even tighter within her walls.  She knew her tightness was his biggest weakness in bed.

8 seconds before time, Liam felt his release, Letting out a loud yell.  

“Guess I win.”

“Damn it.” Liam said.  Pulling his pants back on.  

Finally the door opens.  They gasp as they stare at Queen Riley.  

Riley’s hair is all wild and her clothing wrinkled and disheveled. She’s hobbling because she’s missing one of her stilettos.   Liam tosses her, her missing shoe.  She puts it on.  

“Come to mommy,”  She takes Ellie from Maxwell’s arms and walks away.  

Liam comes out of the room, looking just as disheveled as Riley, but his shirt looks like it’s been ripped open.  The study is a mess.  

“You get one picture.”  He called after her.

“I should get two, because of double points.” 

“Guess you lost , Your Majesty?”  Bastien laughed.

 I really loathe Nickleback… but  all i can hear in my mind right now is…. “Look at this photograph……”

[tabloidtoc]

Globe, December 7

You can buy a copy of this issue for your very own at my eBay store: https://www.ebay.com/str/bradentonbooks

Cover: Hillary Clinton health crisis 

Page 2: Up Front & Personal -- Larsa Pippen in a bikini in Fort Lauderdale, Olivia Culpo wrestles with recycling outside her L.A. office, Shia LaBeouf ditches his face covering for a phone call in an L.A. market 

Page 3: Pete Wentz plays tennis, Bachelorette Kaitlyn Bristowe outside the Dancing with the Stars studio, Sean Penn hits the beach in Hawaii 

Page 4: Barbara Walters was sharp as a tack when she grilled the world’s biggest leaders but ravaging dementia has now tragically turned the 91-year-old into a prisoner in her own bed 

Page 5: Pistol-packing Elvis Presley was so gaga over guns that he’d even take a firearm to bed with him 

* Ringo Starr’s childhood bout with appendicitis at age six caused him to fall into a coma and spend a year in the hospital to recover then five years later he contracted tuberculosis and spent two years in a sanitarium where he discovered drums as part of the hospital band 

Page 6: If it’s true that Gentleman Prefer Blondes Marilyn Monroe was the perfect star for the flick because she dyed her carpet platinum to match the drapes -- beauty guru Kenneth Battelle suggested Marilyn change the color of her pubic hair after a jerk spilled champagne over her sheer dress at a party showing everything because she didn’t wear skivvies so the guru ran to the hotel drugstore and got some dye and told Marilyn to go in the bathroom and bleach 

Page 7: Celine Dion has turned into a frightening bag of bones leaving friends worried she’s headed for a catastrophic health crisis -- now down to a gaunt 96 pounds the star is driving herself to the brink of collapse with a diet and exercise plan to prepare for the relaunch of her hit world tour and she starves herself in her drive for perfection and to maintain the stick-thin look that helped turn her into a fashion icon

* Julianne Hough confesses feeling she didn’t deserve the A-list life she enjoyed while dating Ryan Seacrest where she was on private planes and yachts and living in a very well-off house and her life was pretty different from where she grew up -- she left Ryan in 2013 after three years because she wanted to create that for herself because she felt like she didn’t deserve it 

Page 8: Duchess of York Sarah Ferguson is searching for the Fountain of Youth by working out with Pierce Brosnan’s trainer -- the ex-wife of disgraced Prince Andrew is following a grueling exercise regimen in hopes of joining people who are said to be biologically younger than their true age 

Page 9: Disgraced Prince Andrew has been kicked from the royal family and now Prince Charles plans to boot his sister Princess Anne from his inner circle once he becomes king -- while the princess has carried her share of official engagements Charles plans to shrink the monarchy after his mother Queen Elizabeth passes and the phrase slimmed-down royal family constantly keeps coming up and the royal family will evolve with Charles coming to the throne -- Anne will be on the chopping block mostly because of ambitious Duchess Camilla who is Charles’ wife and who has carried out a ruthless dirty plan to be queen for decades and she wants no one else taking the limelight and that includes Charles’ sister

* Prince Harry and wife Meghan Markle dissed his dad Prince Charles with a surprising public snub as the couple failed to publicly wish Charles a happy birthday when he turned 72 -- Queen Elizabeth and Prince William and Duchess Kate all sent birthday wishes to the future king on social media but Harry and Meghan took a pass even though Harry popped up on the British TV show Strictly Come Dancing that night to wish a pal good luck

Page 10: A nuclear-sized catfight has exploded in North Korea where dictator Kim Jong-un’s baby sister and his pop star lover are battling to claw their way to be top gal -- while sister Kim Yo-jong seemed to be running the nation after Kim vanished and was rumored dead he popped back up with old galpal Hyon Song-wol on his arm and his current wife Ri Sol-ju nowhere to be seen 

Page 12: Celebrity Buzz -- Mario Lopez wearing a clear mask (picture), Lauren Simon of The Real Housewives of Cheshire in the U.K. claims to have had sex with an actual ghost, Kaley Cuoco has a theory about shooting those sexy big bangs with ex-boyfriend Johnny Galecki that the pair’s sneaky sitcom boss got a kick putting the real-life former lovers under the covers, Reese Witherspoon lost her beloved dog Pepper to cancer and returned to her ole Southern roots when picking a name for her brand-new puppy: Minnie Pearl, plagued by seemingly endless allegations of being mean and ignoring a toxic workplace Ellen DeGeneres is now plugging a Be Kind subscription box valued at $270

Page 13: Kristen Taekman tops of her gas tank in L.A. (picture), Jeff Goldblum feeding a parking meter in L.A. (picture), Hilary Duff gets primped and primed on the NYC set of Younger (picture) 

Page 14: Reclusive ailing widow Yoko Ono finally loosened the reins and is handing over her $800 million empire to Sean Lennon her only child with Beatles legend John Lennon but John’s eldest son Julian Lennon was left out of the hitmaker’s will but Julian managed to eke out a $25 million settlement okayed by Yoko after he dragged his famous dad’s estate to court, Kelsea Ballerini snapped at a nosy fan for rudely asking if her rounded tummy was a blossoming baby bump

* Fashion Verdict -- Lara Spencer 9/10, Laura Veltz 2/10, Lauren Akins 3/10, Lauren Alaina 4/10 

Page 16: Michael Jackson’s baby mama Debbie Rowe reveals getting pregnant was no thrill because she was artificially impregnated -- Debbie met ex-husband Michael when she was working for his dermatologist and she insists the couple never had sex and a sperm donor fathered the pop star’s two kids she carried in her womb -- son Prince Jackson is rumored to have been fathered by Debbie’s doctor boss Arnold Klein -- British actor Mark Lester claims her could be Paris Jackson’s father -- Debbie is unsure of the paternity of Michael’s youngest son Blanket who now goes by Bigi Jackson

Page 17: Fans gaga for Dr. McDreamy on Grey’s Anatomy got a super thrill on the season 17 premiere when Patrick Dempsey returned to the hit hospital drama after departing the show five years ago -- Dempsey whose character Dr. Derek Shepherd died in a car crash came back in a dream sequence reuniting with star Ellen Pompeo’s Dr. Meredith Grey on a beach -- Dempsey split from the show to spend more time with his family and pursue his auto racing hobby but he’ll return to the show several more times 

Page 19: 10 Things You Don’t Know About Emma Corrin

* Reba McEntire reveals she turned down The Voice gig that went to Blake Shelton and now she regrets it big-time 

* Nip/tuck junkie Dolly Parton says she plans to keep freshening her face by going under the knife and crows she’s gonna look like a cartoon and she’ll look as young as her plastic surgeons will allow her 

Page 20: True Crime 

Page 21: Former soap stud Cody Longo was socked with a domestic abuse charge following a jealous booze-fueled attack on his dancer wife Stephanie Clark -- Cody played Nicholas Alamain on Days of Our Lives from 2011-2012 

Page 23: Meredith Baxter felt booby-trapped by her enormous breasts and confesses she welcomed breast-reduction surgery after getting cancer -- the Family Ties star reveals her former 42-inch bust was the plague of her life

* Weatherman Al Roker has a secret weapon in his stormy battle to recover from prostate cancer surgery which is the love and support of his wife Deborah Roberts who is keeping him happy and positive doting on him day and night plus they talk about everything and make medical decisions together so there’s no fear or anxiety entering their world 

* Jennifer Lopez kicked booty when a federal judge dismissed a $40 million lawsuit brought by a former stripper who claims she inspired the hit movie Hustlers -- Samantha Barbash claims she’s the real-life model for J.Lo’s pole-dancing swindler Ramona Vega and insisted the movie ruined her rep by implying she did drugs around her kids but the judge tossed the case because Barbash’s name or portrait or picture or voice wasn’t used in the film 

Page 24: Cover Story -- Hillary Clinton has tragically packed on nearly 100 pounds since she vanished from the spotlight four years ago and is struggling to breathe and walk and now a medical expert is warning the 73-year-old is facing a health crisis as she tips the scales at 247 pounds -- Hillary has a history of broken bones and shocking collapses 

Page 26: Health Report

Page 30: Country girl Carly Pearce’s divorce from Michael Ray has gone from bad to ugly and he’s now parading his romance with Travis Tritt’s daughter Tyler Reese Tritt -- Carly was all for taking the high road but now she’s taken off the gloves -- they’re bad-mouthing each other far and wide and Carly’s tossed everything that reminds her of Michael 

* Southern Charm belle Madison LeCroy has been flashing a pic of her newest charms which is a set of bigger boobs 

Page 36: Diva Mariah Carey’s demanding ways are driving her boyfriend Bryan Tanaka bonkers and the couple of four years may be headed for Splitsville unless she changes her ways -- Mariah treats Bryan like an assistant instead of a lover and it’s giving him fits and he’s been so patient with Mariah and he loves her but she’s wearing him out with her incessant orders like she has him drawing up her schedule for online greets plus she’s ordering him to do all her holiday shopping for friends and be in charge of everything from decorations to food prep 

* Emma Roberts confesses being pregnant makes her weepy and she’s hit the point where like halfway up the stairs she has to sit down sometimes and maybe tears roll down a couple times a week but despite that Emma says she feels grateful and lucky to be expecting her first child

Page 38: Real Life 

Page 40: Phil Collins’ embarrassing court battle with third ex Orianne Cevey is casting a pall over his daughter Lily Collins’ wedding plans -- Lily is desperate to tie the knot with Charlie MacDowell but the dirty charges flying back may force her to put the happy day on hold and it’s hard for Lily to concentrate on making wedding plans when her father is caught in an ugly public fight -- Orianne is battling over Phil’s $38 million Miami mansion where they lived after reuniting in 2018 

Page 44: Straight Talk -- NXIVM cult is warning to us all 

Page 45: Treasure hunters have launched a frantic search for a $150 million stash of gangster gold hidden by mobster Dutch Schultz in Upstate New York after two sleuths recently discovered coins they believe are linked to the stash -- following a long list of cryptic clues Canadian fortune seekers Steve Zazulyk and Ryan Fazekas uncovered gold coins dated 1903 a few miles from the Prohibition Era beer baron’s hangout in the Catskills town of Phoenicia and their find triggered a race against other prosecutors seeking a two-by-three-foot steel box filled with diamonds and gold coins and $1000 bills and $7 billion in World War I Liberty Bonds and the hoard has an estimated value of $150 million today 

[avengerscompound]

The Tower: Unexpected, 13

The Tower: Unexpected An Avengers Fanfic

Series Masterlist Previous //

Pairing:  Avengers x ofc, Bruce Banner x Bucky Barnes x Clint Barton x Wanda Maximoff x Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff x Tony Stark x Thor x Sam Wilson x OFC (Elly Cooper)

Word Count: 1910

Warnings:  smut (orgy, oral sex, vaginal sex), pregnancy

Synopsis: A little over 2 years after moving into the Avengers Tower, Elly finds herself pregnant against the odds.  While some are excited, others are terrified, and pregnancy that none expected to happen causes rifts through the group and threatens to end the relationship.  

Author’s Note:  Written with my little dumpling @fanficwriter013

Chapter 13: Shopping for Twins

The plans were put in place to move.  Tony bought land up in Esopus that sat right on the Hudson.  We saw it via google maps but he was pretty determined that we weren’t allowed to see it in person until it was done.  What we did know was that there was going to be a new state of the art facility for the Avengers.  It would have hangers and landing pads for the jets, labs and offices, gyms and rooms for weapons and combat training.  As well as conference rooms, living quarters and all the other trappings for what was essentially a privately run military installation.  We would be getting a house a little off from it, surrounded by trees and right by the water.

It was exciting to think we were all going to live together like an actual family and not just a bunch of people who were dating and happened to live in the same building.  It was going to be a big change and one that would take some getting used to but I was ready for it.

Now that the house was under construction, I was no longer worried about not having a place for the babies to go.  Things were more certain and I felt more ready for them and what having them meant for us as a group.

Except for the fact that we weren’t at all ready for them.  We had no baby clothes.  No furniture.  No diapers or bottles or wraps.  I was 26 weeks pregnant and we weren’t prepared to actually have babies at home with us in any way, shape or form.

So Tony took Wanda and I to Maddison Avenue to shop for baby supplies.  We wandered through the cribs when I stopped at two that seemed to clip together to form a sort of double crib.  It was a light, cream, stained timber and I ran my fingers over the sleighed ends.

“Twin cribs?  I didn't know these were a thing.”

Wanda came up beside me and picked up the card that described it.  “You didn’t?  They have lots of things for twins.”

I smiled and wrapped my arm around her waist and leaned my cheek on her head.  Of course, my little lost twin would know all about what was available for twins these days.  She’d probably been researching since she found out I was pregnant with twins.  “Do we get one of these?”  I asked.  “They're so big.”

“We could always have one built,”  Tony said.  “Design it how we want.  But this will fit in the nursery just fine.”

“What if they don’t like sleeping next to each other?”   I asked.

“It splits apart,”  Wanda said, moving to the side of it. “See there are, clips here and here.  Then it’s just two cribs.” 

“Yeah, that could work.  So this one then?”  I asked.

“Yep, and if it doesn’t work.  I’ll just make something.”  Tony said grabbing the price ticket from it.

“Of course you could,”  I said nudging him.  I took my list out and my eyes flicked over them.  “Okay, so change table next to match this.  The question is, are we getting one with the bath built-in?”

Tony shook his head.  “No, I’m designing the room to have a deep sink installed.  Easier that way.”

We went over to where the change tables were and selected one that was long and had lots of drawers and had that similar rough-looking washed paint look.  Tony also grabbed the ticket for the most expensive cot mattresses.  On the way to look at the bassinets, I stopped at the rockers and sat in a gorgeous winged backed one.  “I didn’t even consider something like this.  I want this.”

Tony chuckled.  “If you’d let the designer do this you wouldn’t need to consider everything.  It would all be there ready for you.”

I wrinkled my nose.  “Tony.”

“Yeah, Tony.”  Wanda agreed which made Tony break down into laughter.

“Alright, rocker.  Ottoman.  Which fabric?”  He said tossing the swatches in my lap.  I picked a vintage rose color that I thought would match the style of the chair.  We then moved on to the bassinets and Wanda let out a squeak almost immediately.

“Elly!  Can we get the one that looks like a basket!”  She said, almost skipping over to it.  “It has so many colors for the fabric.  We can get pink and blue.  Or white with pink stripes and white with blue stripes.  And they have wheels so we can wheel them into the room with us if they are being hard to settle.”

She was so excited and looked so happy there was no way I could say no to her.  Tony grabbed the ticket for those too and we moved on to the strollers.

I looked over the different types they had for twins.  There were ones that were side-by-side and ones that stacked them one on top of the other.  There were classic ones with four wheels and jogging ones with three.

“Okay.  Here's the question, is it better to stack them and be streamlined or have them side-by-side and take up the whole sidewalk?”  I asked.

“Side-by-side,”  Tony said with no hesitation at all.

“Jogging one I guess,”  I said, thinking about all the runners in our family.  I chuckled thinking about Steve zooming past Sam while he was pushing the twins.  “You think they go fast enough for Steve and Buck?”

Tony thought about it for a moment.  “I'll have to make one. Or special wheels.”

“So don't even buy a stroller?  Or buy one and you alter it?”  I asked.

Tony nodded as he came to a decision.  “I should probably just make it.  They'll need bug guards.”

“Okay.  Let's do it that way.”  I said with a laugh, before looking at my list.  “Diaper Genie, car seats, slings, diapers, wraps, wipes, bottles.  Those are the things that just the best thing is what we want.  Then it's basically clothes and toys.”

We each grabbed a shopping cart and started just putting the best of the medium items in.  Tony getting car seats and bottles.  Wanda baby slings and the cutest and prettiest muslin wraps she could find.  Me grabbing everything else.  We met back in the center of the store.  “Just clothes and toys now and this place has none of that.”

“Okay, I’ll pay and organize this to be delivered and we can drive up Maddison until we find something else.  A little Ralph Lauren for kids.”  Tony said.

We went to the counter and waited as Tony organized and paid for everything.  When he was done we went back out to the Lotus that Tony had parked out front.  I let Wanda into the back and then got in.  “We’re going to need to need to get a minivan or something,”  I said.

Tony looked at me in shock.  “You shut your dirty mouth.  Never say that word again.”

“Minivan?”  I asked.

“Elly!  That’s blasphemy!”

Wanda and I broke down into giggles while Tony glared at us and pulled the sportscar out.  He drove a little way down the street and pulled up at the front of a boutique childrenswear shop.  We all got out and went in.  I grabbed Wanda by the shoulders and looked into her eyes.  “Now the fun stuff,”  I said shaking her.

“Cute little outfits?”  She squealed.

“Yes and toys,”  I said, grinning.  “Let's see if they have little Armani suits to match Tony.”

“Not here,”  Tony said.

“Somewhere?  They exist?”  I asked.

“Of course, but not here.   We’ll get him one.”

“Nice.  You know what they do have?”  I asked him.

“Here?”  He asked.

“That was rhetorical because the answer is …”  I moved down the rack beside Tony and held up an Iron Man onesie.  He frowned at me.  “No?  Cap instead?”  I asked holding up a little Captain America one.

“Those aren't authorized.”  He said furrowing his brow and coming over to me.

I took a look at the label.  “Really?”

“I'm pretty sure,”  Tony said taking it off me and looking at the label.  “Yeah, these aren’t ours.  That’s going to be a problem.”  He took a photo of the label and texted it to someone before putting it back.  “Don’t be buying Avengers’ shit anyway.  We have it in the gift-shop.”

“Fine,”  I huffed.

“Elly.  Little shoes!”  Wanda said poking me which made me perk right back up again.

“Oh, yes.  Shall we?”  I said, and Wanda nodded.  “Alright.  I’m gonna go this way.  You go that way.  Call me,”  I said tapping my head.  “When you find something extra cute and hold it up and I’ll do the same.”

“Okay, let’s do it,”  Wanda said.

We all separated, grabbing baskets and throwing things into them.  Tony wandered the racks, occasionally taking something off and hanging it over his arm as he watched us go completely crazy buying baby clothes and toys.  I’d look at him sometimes and he looked so content.  It was funny to think that just a month ago he’d been hiding from this completely.  I think part of it wasn’t just the babies either.  I think he liked that I was finally just letting him buy stuff, which was easier for me here because it wasn’t for me.

By the time we were done, we had around six baskets full of plush toys, stacking rings, baby mobiles, onesies, little dresses, outfits, and tiny shoes.  “This should do until they're 21 right?”

“Maybe for a year.”  Wanda teased.

“I guess that's pretty good,”  I said and leaned against Tony.  “Alright.  Let's pay. I need to get off my feet.  This was fun but holy crap does carrying two babies hurt your back.”

“Okay, checking out,”  Tony said, taking things off us.  “Why don’t you go wait in the car?”

“You sure?”  I asked.

He waved me off and I kissed his cheek before heading out to the car with Wanda.  She once again had to be let in the back and by the time I was in my seat I sighed in relief.  “You happy?”  I asked.

“Of course.”

I hummed.  “Me too.  I don't know why but... Feels really real now we have things.  I can't wait to have the nursery set up.”

She giggled.  “It still has to be built yet.”

“I know I know,”  I said.  “Did you see how small that stuff was? They're gonna be preemie too.  So teeny tiny.”

Wanda sat up like she’d been shocked.  “Did we get the preemie diapers?”

“Yes,”  I said giggling.  I looked at my stomach and caressed my hand over it.  “That's what I grabbed and then some just regular ones in case these guys are super soldiers and just come out normal-sized.”

“Okay, good. Good to be prepared.”  Wanda said, relaxing again.

“Yeah.”  I agreed.  “What if only one is and one is tiny and the other is huge?”

“Well, we'll take care of them equally.”

“What if one is Bruce's and it hulks out of its diapers?”

“We'll deal with it.”

I giggled.  “So calm about everything.”

She shrugged.  “I have to be.”

I turned in my seat as best I could and looked back at her.  “Why?”

“I want them.”  She said and rubbed my arm.  “We've done the shopping, we've had the appointments. We're doing everything right. There's going to be nothing that can stop us.”

// NEXT

[novitafm]

  *  𝓈𝒽𝒶𝓃𝑒  𝒹𝒶𝓌𝓈𝑜𝓃  𝓋𝒸  *  𝖍𝖊𝖞  𝖜𝖍𝖆𝖙’𝖘  𝖚𝖕  𝖚  𝖌𝖚𝖞𝖘  !  i’m  late  to  the  party  but  i  was  tryna  be  ~aesthetic~  &  get  my  tags  nice  !  which  is  kinda  . . .  lame  but  oh  well  !  i’m  ready  to  plot  up  in  this  bitch  !  i  just  love  the  concept  of  this  plot  ,  like  i’m  the  biggest  reality  tv  show  hoe  !  i’m  lit  binging  too  hot  to  handle  rn  cause  how  can  u  not  ?  anywayth  ,  this  here  is  my  baby  love  novita  aka  nova  ur  rags  to  riches  storyline  !  i  want  all  the  plots  i  can  get  &  if  u  wanna  plot  smash  that  lil  🖤 button  !  i  can  hit  u  up  on  tumblr  ims  . . .  but  in  all  honesty  tumblr  ims  suck  so  hit  ya  girl  up  on  dickcord  @  𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡  𝑏𝑒  𝖘𝖚𝖘𝖕𝖎𝖈𝖎𝖔𝖚𝖘#4904  that  way  i  can  constantly  annoy  u  !

  there’s  𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔦𝔱𝔞  𝔰𝔢𝔯𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔬  !  though  on  their  socials  they  go  by  @supernova  .  i  heard  she  is  originally  from  𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏  𝒎𝒐𝒃𝒊𝒍𝒆  𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆  𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒌  ,  𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒂  ,  but  made  the  big  move  to  los  angeles  to  join  TWENTIES  .  you  haven’t  heard  about  it  ?  well  ,  apparently  their  dream  is  to  𝒂𝒄𝒕  𝒊𝒏  𝒂  𝒎𝒐𝒗𝒊𝒆  𝒅𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒅  𝒃𝒚  𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏  𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒐  ,  but  they  have  no  chance  unless  they  quit  being  so  𝔢𝔤𝔬𝔱𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔠  &  𝔰𝔶𝔟𝔞𝔯𝔦𝔱𝔦𝔠  .  that  said  ,  those  behind  the  scenes  have  said  they  can  be  𝔣𝔢𝔯𝔳𝔢𝔫𝔱  &  𝔡𝔯𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔫  too  .  guess  we’ll  have  to  watch  and  find  out  !  ━  &  pink  highlighted  scripts  scattered  on  the  kitchen  table  ,  lacy  lingerie  peeking  out  of  clothing  &  love  letters  tucked  away  in  a  hat  box  on  a  closet  shelf  .

TW  :  drugs  

* ･. ∘  𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒔  .  ◞

𝔫𝔞𝔪𝔢  ›  novita  grace  serrano 𝔫𝔦𝔠𝔨𝔫𝔞𝔪𝔢  ›  nova  ,  novs  &  serrano 𝔞𝔤𝔢  ›  twenty  one  years  old 𝔡𝔞𝔱𝔢  𝔬𝔣  𝔟𝔦𝔯𝔱𝔥  ›  february  29th  ,  1999 𝔷𝔬𝔡𝔦𝔞𝔠  𝔰𝔦𝔤𝔫  ›  aquarius  sun  ,  moon  &  rising 𝔠𝔲𝔯𝔯𝔢𝔫𝔱  𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔦𝔡𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔢  ›  los angeles  ,  california 𝔥𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔱𝔬𝔴𝔫  ›  plantation  mobile  home  park  ,  florida 𝔫𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔞𝔩𝔦𝔱𝔶  ›  american 𝔬𝔠𝔠𝔲𝔭𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫  ›  actress  &  model 𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤  𝔠𝔩𝔞𝔦𝔪  ›  zoey  deutch 𝔪𝔬𝔡𝔢𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤  𝔠𝔩𝔞𝔦𝔪  ›  kaia  gerber 𝔤𝔢𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯  &  𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔫𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔰  ›  cisfemale  &  she  /  her 𝔬𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫  ›  pansexual  &  panromantic 𝔩𝔞𝔟𝔢𝔩𝔰  ›  the  coquette  ,  the  babydoll  &  the  sybarite

* ･. ∘  𝒂𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒔  .  ◞

pink  highlighted  scripts  scattered  on  the  kitchen  table  ,  an  intense  coffee  addiction  ,  lacy  lingerie  peeking  out  of  clothing  ,  strappy  high  heels  ,  floral  perfumes  with  sweet  notes  ,  love  letters  tucked  away  in  a  hat  box  tucked  on  a  closet  shelf  ,  black  lingerie  for  special  occasions  ,  glossy  lips  constantly  ,  pink  champagne  ,  sweet  breakfast  foods  ,  freshly  manicured  nails  

* ･. ∘  𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅  .  ◞

valentina  &  matteo  met  at  a  typical  high  school  party  ,  valentina  the  girl  from  a  strict  &  religious  household  ,  matteo  the  dirtbag  left  to  his  own  devices  

the  two  had  a  whirlwind  romance  ,  getting  high  off  each  other  &  off  of  crack  ,  the  drug  of  choice  that  matteo  introduced  valentina  to

after  only  six  months  ,  valentina  &  matteo  were  addicted  ,  not  only  to  their  toxic  relationship  but  to  the  crack  ,  all   at  the  mere  age  of  15  &  18

their  highs  &  carelessness  led  to  valentina  getting  pregnant  ,  when  the  two  found  out  that  she  was  pregnant  they  ran  away  

they  both  came  from  very  strict  households  &  this  was  their  way  out  ,  something  they  always  talked  about  in  bed  

they  only  went  about  four  hours  away  from  home  ,  landing  in  plantation  mobile  home  park  florida  

soon  after  getting  the  cheapest  &  most  run  down  trailer  matteo  fled 

he  left  to  find  the  next  needle  to  stick  in  his  arm  without  the  financial  &  emotional  burden  of  being  a  father

thus  ,  novita  was  born  to  an  addict  teenaged  single  mom  in   a  trailer  park

so  valentina  was  left  without  her  family  ,  alone  to  raise  a  baby  at  the  age  of  sixteen  all  the  while  trying  to  stay  sober  for  the  baby  that  changed  her  life  ,  thankfully  she  was  able  to  get  a  job  but  there  were  a  few  times  where  she  almost  lost  it  because  she  slipped  

her  mother  ,  valentina  ,  was  a  waitress  at  a  diner  making  minimum  wage

since  valentina  was  a  single  parent  that  would  work  as  much  as  she  could  nova  had  to  be  taken  care  of  by  someone  else  ,  she  was  watched  by  a  older  woman  who  she  called  kitty  who  had  lived  in  the  trailer  park  since  she  was  born

when  she  did  slip  kitty  watched  nova  ,  she  actually  had  a  small room  just  for  the  girl  when  valentina  was  either  working  late  or  disappeared  for  a  little  bit

because  of  her  mother’s  job  &  her  craving  for  a  high  there  wasn’t  a  whole  lot  of  money  for  the  two  of  them

nova  grew  up  fairly  poor  life  &  she  always  fantasized  about  her  mother  getting  swept  off  her  feet  by  a  rich  ,  handsome  doctor  or  lawyer  ,  a  fantasy  that  valentina  shared  but never voiced

when  nova  was  seven  she  was  at  the  mall  with  kitty  ,  while  her  mom  was  at  work  ,  they  were  approached  by  a  talent  company  who  thought  nova  would  make  a  great  child  actress  or  model  

kitty  knowing  that  valentina  &  nova  needed  the  money  ,  signed nova  up

at  first  valentina  was  less  than  happy  about  her  child  being  an  actress  or  model  because  of  how  it  would  interfere  with  her  job  &  nova’s  schooling

but  when  she  heard  how  much  nova  could  make  in  just  one  day  &  with  kitty  offering  to  help  by  taking  her  to  auditions  &  jobs  she allowed  nova  to  start  her  career

nova’s  first  job  was  a  commercial  for  barbies  ,  something  that  nova  will  always  remember

the  beginning  of  her  career  was  a  slow  start  ,  making  valentina reconsider  having  nova  being  in  the  business  a  handful  of  times  ,  but  each  time  valentina  had  doubts  ,  kitty  helped  reassure  her

when  nova  turned  twelve  she  got  her  biggest  role ,  a  reoccurring  role  in  a  soap  opera  as  a  daughter  of  a  main  character

she  continued  that  role  up  until  she  was  fifteen  ,  by  the  time  she  hit  fifteen  school  was  really  put  on  the  back  burner  in  nova’s  eyes

instead  of  being  concerned  with  pep  rallies  &  dances  ,  she  was  more   bothered  with  finding  what  her  next  role  or  photoshoot  would  be

finally  at  sixteen  ,  after  a  lot  of  pestering  on  nova’s  part  ,  valentina  let  nova  quit  school  & instead  get  her  ged

once  she  had  her  ged  &  didn’t  need  to  attend  school  she  had  a  lot  more  time  on  her  hands  ,  giving  her  more  opportunities  to  work  jobs

this  is  when  her  career  really  started  taking  off  ,  she  was  booking  more  modeling  gigs  , which  had  her  traveling  &  living  the  model  lifestyle

the  traveling  made  her  long  for  a  better  life  ,  seeing  where  elite  models  &  talented  actresses  could  go  if  they  worked  hard  enough

this  is  what  drove  nova  ,  she  saved  &  saved  &  saved  ,  instead  of  telling  valentina  she  was  making  more  money  she  tucked  away  the  difference  so  that  she  would  be  able  to  make  her  way  to  la  when  she  turned  eighteen

the  summer  that  her  high  school  friends  graduated  &  nova  was  about  to  turn  eighteen  ,  she  moved  across  the  country  to  la  with  a  high school  friend  (  wanted  connection  mayhaps  )  they  got  a  run  down  apartment  with  all  of  the  money  they  both  had  saved  up

thanks  to  nova  moving  to  la  she  was  able  to  get  better  roles  &  more  impressive  gigs

i’m  using  zoey  deutch  as  her  acting  claim  so  i’m  gonna  say  that  her  first  big  role  was  as  shadia  in  dirty  grandpa  when  she  was  eighteen

then  she  slowly  began  getting  more  movie  roles  like  everybody  wants  some  !!  , good  kids  , why  him  ,  &  before  i  fall

she’s  still  not  nearly  where  she  would  like  to  be  career  wise  ,  but  she’s  making  her  way  towards  stardom

when  her  agent  told  her  about  the  casting  call  for  twenties  ,  nova  was  apprehensive  ,  she  didn’t  want  to  be  seen  as  a  reality  tv  star  like  paris  hilton  or  lauren  conrad  ,  she  wanted  to  make  a  name  for  herself  as  an  actress

but  nova’s  agent  convinced  her  that  twenties  would  get  her  more  recognition  &  show  how  hard  she’s  working  on  her  craft  &  that  was  all  it  took  for  nova  to  say  yes  to  the  audition

she  didn’t  have  high  hopes  for  the  show  &  didn’t  even  plan  on  being  cast  ,  but  when  she  got  the  call  she  realized  how  eager  she  actually  was  to  be  apart  of  twenties  

* ･. ∘  𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚  .  ◞

𝔣𝔞𝔳𝔬𝔯𝔞𝔟𝔩𝔢  ›  fervent  ,  driven  ,  confident  ,  charismatic  &  independent 𝔲𝔫𝔣𝔞𝔳𝔬𝔯𝔞𝔟𝔩𝔢  ›  egotistic  ,  sybaritic  ,  guileful  ,  critical  &  histrionic 𝔪𝔲𝔰𝔢  𝔦𝔫𝔰𝔭𝔬  ›  buffy  summers  ,  jennifer  check  ,  lorelai  gilmore  ,  robin scherbatsky  ,  lucille  bluth  , margaery  tyrell  ,  jackie  burkhart  &  kathryn merteuil

given  her  history  ,  nova  has  grown  up  to  be  a  very  driven  &  motivated  girl  

she  takes  her  work  very  seriously  because  she  never  wants  to  end  up  like  her  mother  or  back  in  a  trailer  park

nova  learned  from  a  young  age  that  being  charismatic  &  flirtatious  made  you  stand  out  in  a  crowd  of  girls  the  look  the  same  as  you  &  want  the  same  things  as  you

she  uses  her  sexuality  to  her  advantage  &  she’s  a  huge  feminist  that  promotes  women  making  choices  about  their  bodies  for  themselves

novs  is  all  about  the  girl  friendships  &  is  loyal  to  a  fault  ,  if  her  best  friend  told  her  that  her  boyfriend  broke  up  with  her  nova  would  be  on  his  ass  in  an  instant

despite  her  loyalty  i  don’t  really  see  nova  making  lots  of  close  friends  easily  ,  once  they  are  close  she’s  extremely  open  but  opening  up  is  hard  for  her  to  do

she  also  likes  to  party  she’s  very  much  into  the  lavish  lifestyle  ,  wanting  to  milk  it  for  all  it’s  work  while  it’s  still  available  to  her

she’s  incredibly  independent  ,  very  confident  &  extremely  adventurous

though  nova  can  be  quite  self  absorbed  &  self  obsessed  in  the  sense  that  her  career  &  herself  are  the  only  priorities  in  her  life

* ･. ∘  𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒅  .  ◞

ride  or  die  ,  girl  squad  ,  best  guy  friend  ,  brother  like  relationship  ,  good  influence  ,  party  friends  , drinking  buddies  ,  shopping  friends  ,  gossip  squad  ,  only  like  each  other  when  they’re  both  drunk  , on  &  off  hookups  ,  friends  with  benefits  , one  night  stand  ,  ex  boyfriend  ,  ex  girlfriend  ,  will   they  / won’t  they  ,  costar  ,  producer  ,  fellow  model  on  a  job  ,  enemies  ,  rivals  ,  annoyance  ,  angel  on  her  shoulder  ,  tagalong  &  so  many  more  !!  

[xxrainbow-princessxx]

An Act of Kindness - Leo x Isabella

Written for day 8 of the December choices prompt hosted by @choicesbyjade and @cora-nova​ Presents 

A lot of fluffiness, Christmas Spirit and realising how important family is at this time of year ❤️❤️

Leo wasn’t joking around when he told his wife to clear her schedule, within an hour and a half, he was already at the airport flying out to New York. “Your Majesty” a shocked desk operator gasped, “Please let me upgrade...” Leo gripped onto his hand luggage tighter and fixed his sunglasses, “Coach is fine... and please call me Leo...” nodding, the attendant swiped the card, “Yes Sir!” before bringing him down through the terminal gates separately and onto the waiting plane. The flight staff had been briefed as Leo began to grin, passing his credit card across to the waiting attendants, “Just keep the drinks cart coming for everyone, and we’ll have a good time!” He opened the compartment above his head, putting away his luggage and looked out onto the runway from his window seat away from the crowds who were now filling up the flight keeping himself pretty low key.

He closed his eyes for a while and all he could think about during the flight was what she said to him... ‘Quiero que me cojas’... Leo loved it when Isabella spoke dirty, even more so when she spoke dirty in Spanish - Isabella was more passionate, more exotic and more sensual when she spoke in her mother tongue. It ignited something inside him that could only be quelled by her - Leo was in bliss; until... he felt a sharp pull on his jacket sleeve. He woke up, slightly jumping with his sunglasses askew, looking around until he heard a little voice whispering, “‘Cuse me mister...” he looked down.

In the darkness of the flight, he could see a little girl beside him and what must have been her mother who was fast asleep. The little girl was uplit by the screen in front of her with little pink headphones on top of her head. Leo groaned slightly as he lifted his sunglasses on top of his head. A weary smile began to paint across his face, “Yes little lady... what’s up?” She began to look up at him with glazed over blue eyes, rubbing at them, “I’m firsty...” Leo reached up pressing the bell as he chuckled, “Coming right up...” as the attendant arrived, her eyes widened immediately apologising, “Sir... I am so sorry for the interruption...” Leo began to shake his head, “No... please do not apologise - she’s thirsty. Can we get some water, a Hennessy and black coffee?” Leo looked back down to her smiling, “Anything else?”

She shook her head and whilst they waited, Leo smiled contently; “What’s your name? I can’t keep calling you little lady can I?” She quipped, “I am Elise... and I am 5!” holding out her hand towards him. Leo began to chuckle as he lowered her and his tray tables before placing his hand in his chest, “I’m Leo... it’s nice to meet ya! You are the same age as my girls...” Leo showed Elise his phone with pictures, “This is Sasha and this is Lia...” as the attendant returned, Leo opened the little bottle of water first before handing it to Elise and closed it when she was finished; then poured the Hennessy into the black coffee he ordered. It was like tar, but at least there was some level of alcohol to attempt to kill the taste.

With two hours left to go on the flight, Leo decided it wasn’t worth going back to sleep as Elise had no intention of going back to sleep either. He knew as a parent whatever sleep you could get, it was golden so he didn’t mind. They played games and Leo told her fascinating stories about dragons and the five kingdoms; stories of Princesses and Queens. Elise was fascinated and both of them laughed together quietly.

Elise’s mother groggily awoke hearing her daughters laughter, turning her attention towards Leo reopening the water  for Elise. Her eyes widened as she began to apologise, “Sir... I am...” until her eyes focused giving her a better view in the darkness, gasping at the realisation, “Your Majesty... I! Elise...” she pulled her daughter back, “...I am so sorry if she has been any trouble! Where did you?? Oh...” she began to blush as she hurriedly started to fumble through her purse, “How much do I owe you?” Leo chuckled warmly as he raised his hand, “No trouble at all... Elise is my little buddy! What brings you guys to New York?” Her mother sighed whilst her shoulders dropped, “Her grandfather lives in Brooklyn, so we go to visit each year for Christmas... he doesn’t... sorry...” she began to awkwardly smile, “... I shouldn’t burden you...”

Leo began to frown as he listened carefully to the woman, “I met someone whilst still in New York, and moved to Laurentia with them but as soon as I got pregnant - he left... so we try to make the best of what we can and look forward for this trip each year so Santa can bring us to see grandpa... and then we get back for New Years Day” Elise was completely oblivious to their conversation above her as she played with the interactive screen. Leo couldn’t help but feel for her; hell at one stage he was ready to leave Isabella in the same situation when he found out she was pregnant before they were married - that was something he never forgave himself for.

“You’re doing a great job...” Leo smiled, “...and she’s the same age as my two girls - I’d love for you both to come around some time... Sorry where are my manners...” he began to laugh, “I didn’t catch your name...” the young mother smiled warmly as she fixed her daughters braids, “Lauren...” “Lauren...” Leo repeated, “It’s been lovely to meet both of you...” ‘Please ensure you’re seatbelts are fastened as we are now descending... tables upright...’ Leo took another drink of his alcohol fuelled coffee, grimacing at the  bitter taste. Finally as they descended into the dark early morning of New York, Leo helped the two with their bags before reaching into his blue navy blazer removing a business card. He extended it to Lauren as he warmly smiled towards her, “Please... if there’s anything you need or even if it’s to arrange a play date - you’re always welcome...” He kneeled down onto the cabin floor and looked at Elise as he smiled, “Thank you for making this flight fun!”

As the little girl and her mother walked away, the flight attendant returned Leo’s credit card with the bill. With Christmas a week away, all Leo could think about was how happy and excited his daughters were when they saw their presents on Christmas morning but tonight’s encounter resonated with him - it wasn’t always about presents; Christmas is about family. As he walked through JFK at 1am, he called back to the Palace. “Jimena... I don’t care what the cost is... go and get it arranged. Let’s start something new...”

That Christmas Eve, homes in Laurentia were sent hampers from the King and Queen, toys included if they had children to be opened on Christmas Day that came from Santa. The Kingdom rejoiced as their families felt the warmth and kindness from their Monarchy and a new tradition was born. On New Years Day as Lauren and Elise arrived back to their apartment, Lauren sighed heavily as she struggled with her bags - pushing the door open with a shove. Her eyes opened wide as a wrapped box sat in her living room adorned with a bright red ribbon tied in a bow with a note and gift tag marked ‘To Lauren and Elise...’

Her neighbour popped their head around the opened front door as she smiled, “Sorry... there was a delivery and we thought it best to leave it inside!” Lauren looked dumbfounded as she opened the card,

‘Dear Lauren and Elise... we would like to thank you on behalf of my wife and I for your kindness and reminding me that this time of the year is for family! Santa has kindly asked that we help him out a little this year to make sure Elise had her present under the tree when she returned home after visiting her Grandfather! She is a credit to you.

We wish you a Happy Holiday

Leo and Isabella’

“Yes...” the neighbour responded “We all received a present this year from the King and Queen on Christmas Eve. It was wonderful!” Tears began to roll down her eyes as she quietly thanked the Leo, rubbing them away before Elise could see. Lauren proudly watched her daughter eagerly ripping the wrapping paper away, “Look mommy!! A doll house and dollies!” Who knew a simple act of kindness could be the start of something beautiful. The tradition was known in the Royal household as the ‘Elise Initiative’ making sure that families could celebrate Christmas no matter the circumstance.

[noctispostmortem-blog]

Personal Information:

NAME: Zoey Jade Elliot / Moretti NICKNAME[S]: Zoe, Jade, Princess DATE OF BIRTH: March 1st AGE: 19 GENDER: Female SPECIES:  Human SPOKEN LANGUAGES: English, some Italian SEXUAL PREFERENCE: Demisexual RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single

General Information:

HAIR COLOR: Black EYE COLOR: Deep blue HEIGHT: 5′4 TATTOOS: None SIBLING[S]: Brielle and Jethro PARENT[S]:  Lauren Elliot and Edward Moretti CHILDREN:  None LIKE[S]:  Reading, listening to music, swimming, playing volleyball, being at the beach, watching sunsets, more TBA DISLIKE[S]: Smoking, laziness, complaining, anything dirty, overly inflated egos, overly rich people, criminals, rude people, those who look down on others, more TBA

Bio: (Under the cut for length and possible triggers)

Zoey, daughter of Edward Moretti and Lauren Elliot is a usually calm and kind girl, can be easily flustered over the smallest of things, sometimes even verging on tsundere but can have the mouth of a sailor when you piss her off. Most believed her to be far too soft to be involved in what the Moretti's do but don't let that exterior fool you. Beneath that sweet exterior is a girl with more strength than most could ever imagine, a natural skill when it comes to weapons and has no issue taking care of herself. Her mother was a detective who went undercover to gain evidence against the Moretti crime family. At the time she was known as Camille Foster and had managed to work her way into Edwards inner circle, the man admiring her for both her strength and her beauty.

They grew close, far closer than any detective should with their assignment and she found herself falling for the very man she was supposed to arrest. When her supervisor found out, he removed her from the case, suspended her without pay and she lost all cred she had earn during her time as a detective. But by that point, it was already too late.

She left without ever telling Edward that she was pregnant with Zoey, the mafia boss assumed the worst and believed she had either run off or was dead. He took the loss hard, yet another woman he cared for leaving him but he moved on anyway. Lauren never did end up getting any of her respect or cred back after that, becoming the laughing stock of the office for years to come and had lost the trust of her supervising officers. She just kept pushing on though, taking every twist and turn life through at her with a smile on her face.

When Zoey was 18, her mother passed away when she was gunned down by one of the criminals who she had arrested. A few weeks after her mother’s death, the grieving girl found a letter addressed to her within her mother’s belongings, one that the detective never had the heart to give to her daughter. Inside she found out the truth about her father, Lauren wanted her to know but hoped Zoey wouldn’t seek him out for any reason. However, that’s exactly what she had done.

When Zoey realized that it was her fathers fault her mother had lost everything when it came to the career she loved, that because of her and him that she was forced to deal with the comments and looks every time she went into work, she knew she had to do something. Zoey did everything she could to track down the man, eventually finding him and introducing herself with the letter her mother had written to her as well as a second letter addressed to him for if Zoey ever sought him out.

Edward accepting her quickly within his family, just one look at her was enough to know she was his daughter but now that she’s joined, that raises another issue that Edward hopes he doesn’t encounter. His two older children, Jethro and Brielle, she looks so much like them that ‘rumors’ already began to spread and luckily Edward had been successful at preventing either of them from seeing the other so far, though that can only last so long when Zoey is considered the Princess of the Moretti family and Jethro is his right-hand man.

Neither Jet nor Brielle knows that Edward is their father and Zoey doesn’t know that he has two other children but all she cares about is doing the very thing her mother had failed to do. She wants to gain enough solid evidence against her father to lock him away for the rest of his life.

[leonard-cohen-the-second]

When Two Hearts Collide Chapter 2: A Long Week

Pairing: Tamsin/Lauren- Copdoc

Rating: T- M further down the road

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Summary:  A week has passed at Marquis University, and Tamsin hasn't gotten any better. Vibrators, weird exes, and... zombies?

The first week living with Tamsin was quite a struggle. The workload Lauren had was far more than she had anticipated, and whenever she would try to do her homework in the room, there was Tamsin eating chips loudly in bed or listening to murder podcasts. Whenever she did the latter, she would always creepily stare at Lauren until the first year sighed heavily, grabbed her belongings, and walked to the library. When those nights happened, Lauren realized that even with the pristine school in the daylight, walking around in the dark was still unnerving. At one moment she actually thought she saw a human with tapetum lucidum, the reflective layer behind animal eyes, which made her promptly clutch her belongings further to her chest and walk faster.

Whenever she would come back to the room, Tamsin was still very much awake with the sheets hiked high on her knees, the blue vibrator nowhere to be seen. Oh it was heard alright, and the lighter blonde had no problem utilizing the sound proofing of the rooms. The first time Lauren had walked in on Tamsin’s… playtime, immediately upon opening the door a wave of moans hit her ears, but the momentum she already had to push open the door would not dissipate, and there she was awkwardly standing inside the doorway. Tamsin didn’t stop, never breaking eye contact as she found her release, taking a few moments to herself before replacing the vibrator in its spot on the side table and walking to their bathroom. Lauren had closed her eyes as soon as the heavy wooden door closed, before gulping down a wad inside her throat. When nights like that happened, Tamsin was a bit more cuddly, actually wrapping her hand around Lauren’s midsection instead of sleeping away from her.

Lauren had made it very clear the first night she wasn’t going to sleep on the floor, to which Tamsin just shrugged and breathed laughter. The first year wasn’t giving up, and she had flicked her eyes the very first night and moved away from the bed. Tamsin laid back down, taking up practically the entire thing with how she splayed her legs, and she watched as Lauren left to shower. When she came back, the light blonde was fake sleeping- who slept with their boots on!- before she felt a warm body come up next to her. Light green orbs peered out from half closed lids to see Lauren, who was still acting as if Tamsin had really been sleeping, crawling carefully into bed. The woman lifted the blanket as far as she could before shimmying her way in, a large shirt and Spock pajamas the only thing adorning her. Tamsin hadn’t been kind, barely leaving any covers to the woman as she slept on top of them, but as the week progressed she would slowly allow Lauren to grasp more and more for a better night sleep.

It was strange sharing a bed with a roommate, Lauren found, not because they were two women and they didn’t know each other, but because at every turn Tamsin pushed her away. There was no communication among them, and when Lauren would try to have a civil conversation, the other would make some crude joke and keep on her merry way. So when Lauren entered the room after her physics class ended for the night, she should have known something ridiculous was going to happen. She expected another vibrator incident, or the clothes to be stacked high in the corner again. What she did not expect was voices yelling at each other as she opened the door. The sound proofing was exceptional, making it so that Lauren hadn’t even heard muffled arguments before she opened the heavy door, but it also wasn’t helping since she had just walked in on a heated fight.

The woman stood there and waved awkwardly as both women looked her over. Tamsin sighed heavily, shaking her head and looking to the ceiling as if to ask a higher power for strength. The one she did not know looked to Tamsin with a glare before walking over to Lauren. She didn’t move, and the woman folded her arms, barking out, “Well?”

“Oh, right,” Lauren said, getting out of the way and standing off to the side.

“This isn’t over, Tam-Tam.”

“Oh, Stacy, you should really get those roots done. Makes all authority fly out the window.”

The woman named Stacy’s face went red before she turned on her heels and left in a huff. No explanation was immediately given when Tamsin took up her position on the bed, while Lauren closed the door. She looked to the lighter blonde in hopes they would talk, but it didn’t seem like any answers would come.

Lauren waved her hands toward the door after placing her books and backpack down. “Do you want to, oh I don't know, discuss this?”

“Not really,” Tamsin breathed, hopping onto her back.

“Well it’s time to start talking! Bringing a scorned lover back to the room is-”

Tamsin burst out laughing, sitting up and looking to Lauren with amusement in her gaze. “Stacy is definitely not my girlfriend. You are really shit reading a room, doc.”

It wasn’t like Lauren’s reason at being at the university was a secret, she had many classes that were required to become a doctor, as well as books received from her brother in the make-shift bookcase on the dresser. But for some reason, seeing as Tamsin had not cared to ask her profession or would let Lauren ask why she was there for this entire time, it made anger bubble inside Lauren’s stomach and throat. “Well maybe I just can’t stand my room being used as your personal dumping ground.”

“Well too bad it’s not your room.”

“Well too bad you’re the worst roommate to ever walk the planet!”

Tamsin got off the bed, moving dangerously close into Lauren’s space. Her face was tight with anger and she hissed, “Well too bad you shouldn’t even exist!”

Lauren didn’t know why that hurt so much, or why someone she didn’t know would say something so existential, but any anger that was left in her system promptly dissipated. She could feel tears threatening to spread down her cheeks, and before her eyes watered and reddened too much she turned and walked briskly out the door. She didn’t see Tamsin’s hand try to catch her arm, nor did she see the woman standing ominously in the shadows as she got out of the building. When Lauren got outside she sucked in the cool air and felt the heat from her anger completely subside. She walked aimlessly, letting the tears fall, before finding a bench a ways from the building surrounded in darkness but for one light that perfectly surrounded where she sat.

In that moment she remembered her older brother, and how her parents always told her they had actually wanted him. In a way Tamsin was right- her entire existence should have never even came to be. Even with all their protection, her mother still got pregnant with her, and with all the ways they had tried to get rid of her, Lauren stayed. Her brother was the only kind one, taking her out of the house when her parents fought over the little demon that was her, and instead showed her happy things. They rode their bikes and played on the swings, found secret temples and played cops and robbers. The disconnect of her life was like a giant hole in her chest, and unbeknownst to Tamsin she had brought it all back with one simple sentence. How stupid was the human brain, she thought bitterly.

Her crying session was cut short not by Tamsin, but by another slightly familiar voice. “Tamsin was always good at making pretty girls cry.”

Lauren sniffled, wiping away her tears before seeing the blonde from earlier step into the light. She chuckled humorlessly before replying, “Stacy, right?”

“Yep, that’s me. May I?”

“Yes, of course.” Stacy sat beside Lauren gently, a concerned expression on her face as she looked her over. Without warning, the woman moved her hand to caress Lauren’s face. Moving away slightly she asked, “What are you doing?”

“Sorry, just an eyelash.” The moment sank into the chill of the air before she continued, “You know it wasn’t a coincidence Tamsin was roomed with you. I see it all the time: a fresh first year coming onto campus with hopes and dreams, elated for their future. Only to have it dashed away from them when they realize they are roomed with the worst roommate on the planet.” Stacy smiled kindly, though Lauren thought she saw something sinister in her eyes. She pointed out into the darkness and said, “Just look at all those faces devoid of emotion and care. That’s Tamsin’s doing.”

Confused, Lauren followed where Stacy had pointed into the shadows of the night, only to have her heart drop into her stomach and a scream rise in her throat. Groaning and shuffles filled the air around them as the grayed faces of young adults made their way slowly into the light. They looked like zombies, varicose veins dancing across their faces and forearms, their clothes dirty as if they had been sleeping in the ground. Their moans filled Lauren’s ears, stirring her to try to jump up and run, but her body wouldn’t move. Stacy’s arm was around her shoulder, even with the awkward position Lauren could feel more weight than should be pushing her downward to keep her planted on the bench. The zombies were coming closer and closer, one with sandy brown hair in the lead that reminded her of her brother. She tried to scream but a hand was clamped over her mouth.

“This is what Tamsin causes,” Stacy hissed. Her mouth was close to Lauren’s ear, and she could feel the woman’s tongue lick her neck. “The same will happen to you if you stay.”

Lauren closed her eyes tight, trying to wake from the nightmare. There was only one explanation, only one cause to why this was happening, and it must have been because she had fallen asleep after the fight instead of going out, making her dream all of this up. It didn’t matter what it was, all she had to do was get out of it! Something sliced through the air, and Lauren opened her eyes slowly as she felt the pressure from her shoulders recede. When her brown eyes fell upon the zombies decapitated head, and warmth strike her in the face and hair, she finally let herself scream.

She bolted up in bed, her breathing heavy and Tamsin stirring at her side.

“Good thing the doors are soundproof, doc,” Tamsin drearily said, sounding very agitated to be woken up with a blood curdling scream. “Nightmare?”

Lauren was still having a hard time catching her breath, he eyes darting from Tamsin to the door to the room around her. She hummed to herself nervously, her body jolting with chemicals to tell her to run, before she painstakingly slowly laid back down. Her labored breathing continued, her hand going to her forehead to wipe away sweat. A shaky hand came down to rest on her stomach, instantly creating small dabs of wetness there. Confused, and finally feeling her senses again instead of how her body wished to run, she felt an icy chill go down her neck from her pillow. Raising her hand again, she curled her fingers into her wet hair and frowned. Had she sweat so much into the pillow that her hair became drenched? No, that was improbable, especially seeing as the fruity scent of her shampoo was all around her. Then how was her hair so wet?

The woman looked over to the back of Tamsin’s head, scrutinizing every inch of the woman’s back. Her eyes became heavy, either from the rush of adrenaline leaving her body or the fact she had a long day, and any thought left her mind as she was pulled back into sleep.

“Rest easy, doc,” Tamsin whispered, turning her body to look at the sleeping woman. “Rest easy.”

[roggling]

Hey there, could you do bascially anything that involves like krolia and Keith’s Dad either pre-Keith, when she was pregnant with Keith or after Keith. They’re my otp right now

OMG yesssssss I got WAY too excited but this was so worth it, thank you anon!

Everything was peaceful on the Galra fleet. There were no orders to follow. No prisoners to torture. No quintessence to study. At least, that’s how it was before the Blade arrived.

A certain female soldier had a knack for picking fights and, now, she and her group consisting of two other Blades were sprinting to the escape pods before they were caught with a vial of powerful quintessence.

“Thace, move!” Their leader hissed. Thace, the last one who was straggling behind the other two, tried harder and huffed as he responded, “I was shot in the leg. I’m sorry I can’t run as fast you, Kolivan, who still has two functional legs.”

The other chastised them, “Thace, if you and Kolivan don’t shut it, I will personally make sure neither of you has any legs.”

The two winced and simultaneously apologized, “Sorry, Krolia.”

Although they stopped their verbal fight, the two continued playfully shoving one another. Krolia rolled her eyes and stabbed an incoming drone.

The group of three finally made it to the escape pods and got out of there. Krolia reached for the communications, changed the frequency, and requested a wormhole from the command center.

Sadly, that was when the fleet realized there was an unauthorized Galra ship flying about and began firing. Krolia grunted and commanded, “We need a wormhole now!” before shutting off communications for good.

The wormhole appeared in front of the ship shortly after, but that was when the blasts hit their ship from the back. It spun the ship round and round, causing the three of them to roll around the cockpit.

Unfortunately, the Galra ships have an eject button extremely accessible and, as they were rolling around, Kolivan’s back activated the button.

In an instant, the back door opened and the three Galra struggled to stay on the ship. Krolia climbed up to the pilot seat, from which she fell off during the rolling and she heard her team scream. She turned and saw her team fall out of the ship and into space.

“Thace! Kolivan!” The two men called out to Krolia, but their voices sounded off. Krolia turned to the front and saw that she was already inside the wormhole.

And just her luck, that’s when another blast hit her ship, knocking her off course and passing through the wormhole’s wall and into an unknown destination.

Meanwhile, on Earth, Tex (a.k.a. my fanon name for Keith’s dad) was on duty. Armed with a cleaning rag, dish soap, and yellow rubber gloves, he was working the late shift at Nico’s Diner again, cleaning the mess a group of wannabe gangsters (but they’re actually freshmen in high school). The store was already closed and all that was left was the final dirty plate held in Tex’s hand and a flirty ex-girlfriend/coworker.

“Hey, Tex. You doin’ somethin’ tonight?” Lauren, the cashier he got stuck with for the night, leaned on the kitchen door, watching Tex as he washed the last plate at lightning speeds, trying to get away from the inevitable and usual conversation every time they share a shift.

“Uh, yeah, actually. I was gonna clean up the shack and sleep.” Lauren seemed disappointed to be brushed off (for the umpteenth time that week), but tried again, “How ‘bout we head on over to my place? I know it’s been a while but-”

Tex sighed and picked up the stack of plates to put in the drawers. He stood in front of the drawers and began putting the plates away, watching Lauren stare at his biceps and come closer from his peripheral vision. Lauren wrapped her small hand around Tex’s biceps and rubbed her thumb on them.

Tex immediately pulled away and stopped her, “Lauren, I’ve already told you: We’re not like that no more and we’re never gonna be like that again.”

Lauren huffed and pulled away, “Whatever.”

After Lauren finally left Tex alone and began cleaning the last table, Tex was able to put away all the dishes and finally leave the diner without any more trouble. He mounted his bike and took off without a helmet. A short ride to his shack later, he reached in his breast pocket while he was looking for his keys, but groaned when he felt a warm, gooey liquid dousing his index finger and thumb.

Tex slowly took out his hand and looked at his red hands. He winced, knowing the ketchup probably stained his white shirt. Tex sighed and wiped his hands with a napkin, “Now, I have to do the laundry.”

Tex lifted his hand to insert the key into the doorknob when he heard a loud roar. Tex paused and stopped all movement, when the sound was constant and slowly getting louder, Tex turned around to find the source. He initially saw nothing; however, when he looked up, he saw a falling ball of fire headed for his direction.

Tex’s eyes widened and he covered his eyes as the fireball landed less than half a mile away. Once the explosion died down, Tex looked up and saw a huge fire growing and catching on the dead trees in the area. Tex looked at the key in his hand and his shack, and then back at the fire. His hand clenched around the key and he cursed, “Damn it.”

Tex dropped his jacket onto the porch steps and sprinted for the structure. Once he got closer, he saw that the fireball tore a path through the sand and lit all the dead trees on fire. When he got closer, he noticed that the fireball was actually a ship, but it didn’t resemble the Garrison ships.

Tex jumped in through the open hatch and called out, “Is anyone in here?”

He heard nothing, but he saw something. A glint of light hit his peripheral vision, and, with a turn of his head, he saw the unconscious body of a very big woman. From a glance, he could tell she was probably taller than her and she was definitely not human. Tex froze for a second before yelling, “I knew it!”

But before he could celebrate for the confirmation of his alien theory, the ship croaked and a beam fell inches from the woman’s face.

Tex got his ish together and he placed his hands on her knees and on her back. With his strength, he was able to pick her up and stuff her head into his chest, her dangling legs almost touching the floor.

With a huff, Tex was able to carry her out of the ship before another beam took both of their lives. Tex sprinted all the way to his shack before falling into a light jog as he got to the porch of his home.

He laid her down on the steps as he pulled put hos key for the second time that night. Once he opened the door, he heard a thump. He looked up and tried to hear another sound before turning around and seeing the woman slumped on the bottom of the stairs.

Tex groaned and whined, “Come on.”

He picked her up again, this time, he found the action much more difficult since his adrenaline had already drained. He grunted under the woman’s dead weight and he pulled her in. His hands carrying her through her armpits and her legs dragging along the wooden floor.

Tex shuffled to his bed and laid her down gently. He huffed and puffed, trying to get his heart rate back to normal. He panted and the absurdity of the whole situation started settling in.

“There’s an alien on my bed.”

Said alien started letting out small snores from her plump purple lips, a small strand of purple hair clinging to her forehead. Her eyes weren’t scrunched anymore and she seemed peaceful.

Tex groaned, “Freaking hell, there’s a cute alien on my bed.”

Then, from the outside, Tex heard Garrison trucks screeching past and he peered through the window. Sure enough, a whole squadron of Garrison trucks was heading towards the crash site.

Tex sat on on his bed, near the woman’s feet, and placed his elbows on his knees and covered his forehead with his hands and groaned for the umpteenth time, “I’m so screwed.”

Krolia then shifted, furrowing her brows when she felt the soft surface she was laying on. She sat up and saw a strange being sitting at her feet and she screamed, “Who are you? Where am I?”

Tex yelled in surprise and fell off the bed from how fast he moved. He stared up at the angry female alien with a mixture of fear and awe and he asked, “You… speak English?”

Instead of an answer, Tex felt a sting on his right eyebrow and a warm liquid pouring down his cheek. He then looked at the alien and noticed something new in her hand: a blade. In a second, she had him pinned down and she straddled his body with ease.

Tex lifted his hand to the liquid and froze when he saw red liquid staining his fingers. He looked back at the alien to hear her warn, “Next time, I’ll hit your eye. Who are you? And where am I?”

Tex then surprised her and flipped her so she was the one on the ground. “Listen, Lady, I don’t know how they do things in whatever-planet-you’re-from, but here on Earth, we don’t thank our heroes with a cut on the eyebrow.”

Krolia snarled from her place beneath Tex before she digested his words. With a look of disbelief, "Did you say this was Earth?”

Tex rolled eyes, “Yeah. You crash landed on my front lawn and I got you out before the feds came to check out your ship and experiment on you.”

Krolia easily pushed Tex off of her, ignoring his grunts, and approached the window. With wide eyes, she watched the circle of vans surrounding a huge cloud of smoke, “No, this can’t be happening.” Krolia started pacing around the room, a limp evident in her strides.

Tex got up and dusted himself off before interrupting the alien’s thoughts, “Uh... you okay there talking to yourself? Or is that normal?” 

Krolia had no time to respond to Tex’s “conern” and she aimed the bade at him again, “Take me back there, I need to get back.”

Tex raised his hands in surrender, “No can do, lady. Your ship was barely even a ship when I got you out. It won’t be able to fly you anywhere, especially since the Garrison has its grip on it.”

Krolia snarled, “Then I will fight this Garrison of yours and get my ship back so I can fix it.”

Tex crossed his arms, “Your leg is injured, do you really think you can fight a whole squadron and hide from them for months without being caught? Hiding here is your best bet, even though it’s extremely close to the crash sight, they will have assumed you ran away.”

Krolia hesitated and lowered her blade, “Why do you even care? It seems as if I can get you in trouble.”

Tex shrugged, “It won’t be the first time I get in trouble by the Garrison. Plus, an alien literally came to my front door, I’m not letting that chance go. So, for now, I will keep you from the Garrison, heal your leg, and help you rebuild your ship in exhchange for some answers,” Tex extended a hand towards her, “Deal?”

Krolia merely looked at his hand with a confused expression and spoke, “We have a deal, but what do you want me to do with your hand?”

Tex’s eyes widened before laughing, mentally smacking himself upside the head, and explained, “Here, humans seal a deal with a handshake. Here let me show you.” 

Tex grabbed Krolia’s hand, mentally squealing at the coolness of shaking hands with an alien, and enveloped her slightly smaller hand with his and shook it.

Krolia rose an eyebrow, “That was it?”

Tex shrugged, “Well, yeah.”

Krolia shook her head, “The Galra, my species, seal our deals with a gift. So, here.”

Krolia handed Tex somethng from her pocket, “This is a Blade of Marmora bomb. It won’t detonate, but since you seemed so amazed by my culture, I assumed you would like it.”

Tex watched the glowing object with literal sparkles in his eyes and laid his hand on it. Suddenly, he was on his back once more with Krolia straddling his hips. 

She had a victorious look on her face and she bent down to whisper, “If you try anything while I’m injured, I will not hesitate to decapitate your puny human head. Understood?”

Tex smirked.

This is gonna be fun.

Part 2?

[esmiblood90irisglimmer]

Hamilton Walking Dead  Chapter 1: Guidance

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It’s been about 4 months since the walking dead apocalypse. You have been on your own for the first two months until you met your guardian angel, Alexander Hamilton.  During that time, you were looking food supply since there was hardly any food source in the cabin you escape to. What was happening while being distracted of collecting canned food was a walker slowly creeping behind? It attacks almost attempting to bite your arm for a delicious snack. Never have to experience killing a walker. Fearing that same fateful day was the end line for you until someone bash it head with a sledgehammer. Ever since that day, your savior Hamilton has dedicated his life to your survival of this cruel world. He even taught you how to wield a knife, reload a gun, and any sorts of weapons. You saw him as a father figure since you never have a father before. All of your childhood was nothing more than a living an orphan life.

Right now, you and Alexander are camping in the forest for the time beginning. Giving the fact that a herd of walkers was crossing toward the east side. Luckily, you’re on the south side though Alexander always let you know that you shouldn’t be too careful. Especially of how the world went downhill. Also, another obstacle was coming between that Alex’s is a transgender. Supposedly he was to get top surgery but suddenly realize that the Caribbean male is pregnant with his late lover’s child. The father of his unborn child is Aaron Burr, the sweet and kind-hearted man that left the world too soon. Burr was bitten by a walker within less than 24 hours, the African American male blasted his own brain out. It caused Alexander to make a sole promise to himself that he’ll always protect his unborn child and you as well.

You knew how much Alexander loved Aaron with all his heart and soul. Hell, he couldn’t even stop talking about him if he wanted to. Though you can’t blame him since your guardian angel lost his lover before he met you. Looking at Alexander who was scouting the campsite in case of an intruder or walkers come by. You didn’t while trying to lit the fire despite having the lighter on low oil. Doing your best to keep you and Alexander warm during the cold winter.

“Your Name”  Hamilton whispers your name from a distance

“Yea, Hamilton” You replied

“We gonna go now. I spotted the herd coming in our direction”

“What?! I thought they were heading East”

“Guess those walkers change their mind”

Hamilton tosses you a rifle and a duffle bag without a hesitation. Even though the herd is miles away from the campsite but it’s not worth taking the risk of staying in the forest. You and Hamilton have been on the road for a month now. Yall never stay in one place for too long. Been traveling like gypsies in the needs of shelters, bullets, and foods. Life has been difficult lately cause of the apocalypse but also traveling on road nonstop.

“Your name, it’ll be alright. Once we head to South Carolina... We can start  over in the countryside” Hamilton spoke

Choice 1:

a.  “Can we really start over?”

b.  “Isn’t the world starting over?”

c.  “Sound nice. We can be a family” 

Remember! There are no right or wrong choices. Choose which one best fits for you

A:  “Can we really start over?”

You looked up at the skies as you saw nothing but a few birds. Though there were any other birds that you’ll see the forest. Instead, you only saw ravens and crows. They’re always cawing nonstop. As if they’re mocking both you and Alexander since they don’t have to suffer from the apocalypse like the both of you. Always sleeping every night with cautious with a gun by your side. Always fearing of being bitten or get eaten by a walker during your sleep. Scraping food from other stores, abandoned houses, and etc. Now you’ll always be on guard whether to trust the people you’ll recently meet deciding where they’re either allies or foes.  Taking a deep breath as you’ll be breathing for the last time in the forest of New Jersey.

“Can we really start over?”  you ask

“If you believe it with all your heart then we can” Hamilton reply

Giving him a warm smile knowing that both of you can overcome anything. Quickly packing all your supplies into the car that Hamilton found in the middle of the forest. You were going to miss the forest deeply but it has to be done. You saw Hamilton humming to his unborn child while rubbing his pregnant belly. You pity him since Alexander lost his darling Aaron at the beginning of the outbreak. Tears were slid down his face just remembering the moment of Aaron death. You know how dearly your guardian loved his beloved lover. But he’s now gone away from this cruel world.

“Your name, let’s head out. The sooner we get to South Carolina, the better chances to live a better life” Alexander advice

Hamilton gently patted your head with a soft smile. Settling in the car before both of you headed East to live a new life in South Carolina. With a possibility of living with John Laurens and the others. Or perhaps living in permanent shelters until the outbreak wears off hopefully very soon.

B: “Isn’t the world starting over?”

Looking beyond the forest trail is where you’ll leaving this forest for good. The lovely forest of New Jersey that you won’t be able to see again. It breaks your heart into a massive amount piece like a shattered gem. Though there nothing you can do since you and Hamilton have to move on. It’s for the best for Alexanders’ unborn child. Where it would be safe for his new baby to live in a safe environment despite having to witness the outbreak. You didn’t want to leave this beautiful forest but then again you have to think about your unborn brother or sister. Hamilton has called you his own child despite not being blood-related in which didn’t matter to both of yall.

“Isn’t the world starting over?” You murmur under your breath

Hamilton places his hand on your shoulder while giving you a soft smile. Appreciating the comfort of him while tears were sliding down your face. You were tired of living on the road of day after day. Slowly you broke down into Hamilton arms who was hugging you tightly while rubbing back. Whispering words of encouragement for a minute or more depending on how much times pass by.

“The world may be starting since I believe that either God or perhaps even the Devil is punishing us for our sins. Or punishing us for taking life for granted. Though even with a push or shoves we can over anything as we put our minds into it”  Hamilton comply

“You really think we can survive this?” You question

“I’ve no doubt that we will survive of this outbreak. Until we reach to South Carolina, we can all live a happy life as a family”

Wiping your tears away before placing your hand on Hamilton pregnant belly. Feeling the baby kick a couple of times. Both of you and Hamilton laugh softly before pack things up into an old and dirty van. Somehow you found it abandoned in the middle of the forest but luckily it has warm clothes, food, and everything else yall need for the long journey.  Deciding to take for the first few hours so Hamilton can rest easy with the baby happily kicking to him. It would take awhile to get South Carolina but the journey would be worth it.

C. “Sound nice. We can be a family”

Giving him a soft smile knowingly that South Carolina maybe yall only hope for survival. Even for Hamilton unborn child to live in a permanent shelter where the baby can live a normal childhood. The outbreak has caused many children to mature so quickly instead living a normal life by just being a kid. Many of the children you met during your travels where they all knew how to load a gun, hunt, and even kill walkers at a young age. It wasn’t fair for many children to mature so quickly but yet it has to be done. The outbreaks made people question about life to see if it’s really worth to continue living on or just died quickly so no one could suffer from loss of friend and family.

And that’s was something you don’t want your unborn brother or sister to live their life as. Placing your hand on Hamilton pregnant belly while humming softly to the baby that is inside your guardian's belly. The Caribbean male chuckles lightly as you did that every day in which comfort him knowing that you’ll do anything to protect him and his unborn child. Hamilton is really lucky to have you as his own child. Alexanders’ rubbed your hair gently with a soft smile.

“Sound nice. We can be a family” You said

“Yes, we can a live a normal life as a family in a warm permanent shelter instead of traveling on the road nonstop. I want you and your unborn sibling to live a normal childhood” Hamilton reply

“That’s all I ever wanted since the beginning of this damn outbreak”

“I know sweetie. I know”

Taking the wheel of Aaron and Alexanders’ pickup that they owe before the outbreak. It brings the Caribbean male wonderful memories of his late husband. He’ll always treasure those memories until the day of his death. Hamilton let you rest since you have been on night watch for the past 48 hours and it would be a while to arrive in South Carolina. Appreciating the offer but you wanted to drive since you wanted Hamilton to take it easy with the baby. Though with Hamilton stubbornness getting in the way, you decided to rest before feeling his lips pressing against your forehead.

“Sweet dreams my child” he spoke before you were falling asleep.

 Main story

You and Hamilton weren’t too sure of what to expect once both you arrive in South Carolina. Though hopefully in your guardian opinions that both of you will get to see familiar faces like Laurens, Mulligan, or maybe Lafayette. Still, it was better to stay on guards and loaded with weapons in case trouble comes by to your direction. Praying every day and night whether you’ll get to see another daylight to live another life. It may seem hopeless toward others but both you and Alexander are determined to survive whether it may break you down or bring you up to the top.  You’ll never know until reaching the destination of South Carolina where it may be yall’s last chance to live a normal life.

Well, I hope you have fun with this first choice despite the fact it may or may not get harder as the story continues on. Until then, see ya.

[bananashemmo]

When We Collide (Part 44)

Pairing: Assistant!Y/N/CEO!Luke

Rating: NC-17

Masterlist: Here

Summary: He is the definition of high class smart ass, swimming in Dom Pierre Pérignon champagne and has never seen the shadow of poverty. She is underprivileged, lives in a messy dorm room on sale and struggles working as an assistant after being thrown out of college. But how will they collide when Luke makes Y/N pregnant after a drunkenly one night stand

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It was only a coincidence you stopped in track once you passed the room down the hallway. The door was never open, it had always been closed but this time it caught your attention.

The smell of paint was obvious, even through a small cold you could sense it.

You leaned your body against the door frame to the room and poked your head inside. You weren’t expecting to see anything but when you noticed Luke standing with a paint brush in his hand your eyes widened.

The radio was playing soft tones of Charlie Puth, filling out the silence and Luke’s small whistles as he either sung along to the lyrics or just hummed the melody.

The whole floor was covered in plastic to make sure stains of paint wouldn’t harm the floor. Not that it was important because you had discussed you wanted a beige carpet to fill in the floor.

It wasn’t a good idea considering it would turn dirty at some point but it was the best if your daughter wanted to play on the floor.

You stood still staring at him not wanting to move. It was a sight you hadn’t seen before and you couldn’t help but being just a bit curious. You hadn’t talked about doing the nursery today but he had just started on his own.

“I thought you had people to do your job all the time.” You couldn’t help yourself. The comment slipped past from your lips.

Luke looked over his shoulder by the sound of your voice and smiled carefully. He stopped in track from painting the wall a very faint rosegold color and looked down at his feet for a second.

“Sometimes it’s more personal to do stuff like this even if it’s hard and takes that special extra time.”

The warm smile he had on his face made the blush creep on your cheeks ever so carefully. It wasn’t something you had expected for him to say but it felt so truthfully right when it came out.

You loosened your arms from having them crossed and walked into the bedroom.

It was slowly turning into something special. Things had been ordered and mostly stood in the living room waiting for the walls to dry. It wasn’t much that Luke needed to finish but he still had to cover some spots that needed one more layer of paint.

Not that you understood any of this. You did not really take part in any of this mainly because you were too out of breath and too out of function to do anything with your size.

You had tried to take down a plate from one of the high cabinets in the kitchen and he had scolded at you for putting two lives at risk.

Not that something bad could happen by standing in a chair but he was being stubborn and did the job himself for you.

You walked over to the small table where a small furniture was placed. It was stuff that was packed in plastic and not in harm of any of the paint that could easily fall down.

“Were these the ones that were sewed specially?” You asked, referring to the snow white curtains that kind of fit with the wall color.

Luke stopped in track and looked over his shoulder to see what you were talking about. He already knew what it was but still made a checkup before answering.

“Yes, I made sure they were handmade so they are extra soft.” He explained and let go of the paint brush to stand next to you.

“Well that’s great considering she’s not going to sleep with it but it’s going to hang in front of the window.” You were only joking but the sarcasm was clear in your voice.

He rolled your eyes by your comments and went back to his work. The conversation had already been there you had kind of scolded at him for buying something that wasn’t even supposed to be that important. But he insisted that it needed to be perfect even if its only purpose was to hang in front of the window.

“You know it makes sure she doesn’t get the sun in her eyes in the morning.” He commented, standing with his back facing you.

“Luke, you know the morning sun starts in your room and not on this side of the apartment, right?” You placed one hand to your hip and couldn’t help but feeling a smile spreading.

He stopped in track once again but didn’t say anything. You could tell by the way he was tensing his shoulders you said something that was indeed correct.

He looked over his shoulder with lips parting but he didn’t really have an argument hidden in his sleep.

“You know what I said,” He shrugged causally and lifted his nose in the air, “They looked pretty and matched the rest so I bought them.”

You looked down at the curtains extra carefully by his words and in the end you couldn’t help but agreeing.

Everything in the room was going to be so perfect.

It wasn’t close to be done but you could picture it perfectly already.

When the paint was finished you would get the chance to hang up fairy lights all around the room. It was something you had seen on Pinterest, something that looked so pretty you couldn’t help but sharing the idea with Luke.

It was great he also had a good sense when it came to decorating. He didn’t need to hire people to do that because he knew just well enough what looked the best.

You were almost having discussions what looked the best because you both wanted it to look simple but also wanted it to have so many different qualities.

The small crib that was bought was actually something that wasn’t supposed to be used at first. She wasn’t going to be sleeping alone the first couple of nights if it came to you.

Reading so many things online you were kind of in doubt of what to do.

Some pregnant women were determined to sleep arm in arm with their children. They wanted to share the same bed as them until they would be old enough to say they wanted to sleep in their own room.

It was something you had been talking about with Luke and you had found a conclusion.

She would be sleeping with you for the first couple of nights but when it was time for a change and you needed space on your own she would get the chance to sleep in her own crib next to your bed.

And when she would be ready to sleep on her own she would get the chance to sleep in her own room, in a bigger crib. You don’t assumed she would be ready already after four months.

But when you looked at the bed that was going to be in her nursery you honestly couldn’t wait until she got the chance to sleep in it.

With white butterflies on the small wooden white racks and ribbons in the same color as the wall you could literally just picture her sleeping here. In the middle of the crib without a pillow because that was a very important rule in the first steps of being a new born.

It had two layers of mattresses but it was only to give the best comfort possible. And with sheets resting in the closet just for her size she wouldn’t ever get the chance to freeze.

If that was even possible. Luke had one of the safest systems in the apartment to make sure the heat was always on.

Sometimes it even too hot.

You looked into the small basket that stood on the table next to the curtains covered in plastic and took a look.

It was small objects that was going to fill in the drawers once you had collected the nightstands and dressers. You had no planned how much you were going to buy but it somehow ended up in being a lot.

It wasn’t just clothes but it was also small baby stuff that was needed. Not to mention how many toys you had bought that she wasn’t evaen old enough to play with before at least two years from now.

“You didn’t even say if you liked this color? You were the one asking me to pick out one in the end.” He suddenly commented and you looked up.

Walking over to the wall you couldn’t help but taking a closer look. You had been standing in the painting shop for god knows how long but in the end you settled with him taking the decision.

It was something that was very modern at the moment, a color that many loved at the moment. You couldn’t help but thinking it was a bit mainstream but to be honest you had fallen just as hard as it like everyone else. 

You moved your hand up to take a better look at the paint, it had covered the before white wall very nicely. 

“Y/N no wait it’s not dry yet-,” Luke’s eyes widened in surprise when he turned around and accidentally made a movement with the paint brush as it left the wall.

You widened your eyes in surprise as well when you felt droplets of paint hitting you square across the face. It wasn’t just your face because when you looked down it was also all over your white shirt. 

“Oh my god.” He commented and raised his hands in surrender, “It wasn’t on purpose the paint brush slipped.” 

You looked up at him almost daring, tempted between doing what you had in mind or not. The way you were looking at him was enough to know what you had on your mind. 

“No, you don’t.” He warned, looking at you with wide eyes but as he moved the paint brush to show seriousness, he accidentally hit you one more time. 

“Oh yes I will.” That was the confirmation to your theory. 

Leaning down to grab another paint brush from the small bucket of paint you ‘accidentally’ made a movement that hit him straight across the face just like you had been through.

“Y/N!” He almost wanted to yell and looked down at his shirt, “You almost hit it!” 

It was like an open invitation and with another wave of paint his eyes widened even more if it was possible. You couldn’t help but trying to hold in a smile because it was pretty amusing. 

“Y/N this is Ralph Lauren!” He pointed down at his baby blue shirt, eyes ready to pop out. 

“Maybe you should have thought of that before starting to paint a room.” You fought back, literally not being able to hold in a laugh because this was too ridiculous. 

The argument seemed to knock him out of the discussion he had started.

He looked at you not sure of what to say because it was in fact a great argument. Not that he owned some clothes that fit for painting a room but he could at least have found something something more worn out. 

And that was how the paint fight started. 

You had no idea if it would ever come to an end but you continued and continued to throw paint at each other. You made sure there was enough to cover the rest of the wall before you continued but it ended up everywhere.

The plastic on the floor looked like a nightmare with all the stains it had gotten, it was luck it was there and wouldn’t damage the actual floor.

You on the other hand looked like someone born to be fully rosegold. Your white shirt barely had any whiteness anymore and Luke’s shirt had turned into something different.

You both looked like such a mess but it was kind of worth everything. 

“What do you say we wash this off and return back the room once the paint is dried?” He suggested and you nodded you head in agreement. 

You definitely needed a shower. 

It was like things had changed a lot, actually it felt like your whole life had changed.

It wasn’t just the fact that Luke had stopped seeing Holly it was everything around you. 

Things were pretty obvious and changing. The second Luke had announced everything it was all just a change. You could feel it by the way you were walking around in the apartment, how you were towards Luke but also how he was towards you.

It was like he was suddenly free to do what he wanted and it felt so good.

You didn’t have to worry about the things in public and neither did you have to answer any of the questions regarding all the paparazzi.

You knew once the truth would come out things would change that way. The phones kept ringing like you couldn’t get any privacy but it was all just worth it because you could avoid it and turn the phone off.

When you walked in public it was a change of course, you had turned into someone else in the media.

Everyone wanted a word from you being said but with Luke’s over protectiveness you could barely do a thing without having someone to watch over your shoulder.

But it was worth everything else.

You didn’t have to look at Holly or hear her voice anymore. It was only if it was related to work but she was so pissed at both you and Luke she didn’t even want to say a nice word to you at all. 

At work she barely wanted to give you a glance. She was sincerely that pissed you almost believed she was a ticking bomb ready to explode.

She definitely had something planned that you didn’t know about. 

The rest of the colleagues almost seemed just as shocked about the fact you were carrying his baby. Some had asked but the rest were pretty respectful and accepted if you didn’t want to talk about it you just wouldn’t.

You couldn’t even imagine how they must have felt to hear the news. You could barely believe it yourself.

And having the conversation over the phone with your family was something out of the ordinary. Trying to explain everything seemed to take forever and you weren’t even going for their acceptance. They just needed to understand what was going on. 

You had been in and out of the phone calling and answering whatever they were asking, the more you were in the news the more they called.

Some understood and some didn’t but that was the path of taking your own decisions. Not everyone would like it. 

But the last couple of days things had fallen more into place. You weren’t as stressed as you had been during the week. You weren’t the one to hear the phone anymore, mainly because you put it on silence just like Luke did. 

It was only if work called that he actually took his phone in his hand. At other moments he just simply sat and did something else to entertain himself. 

Things just really seemed to fall into place.

Reaching the last couple of weeks almost meant that you had to be in the more silent position.

The only thing you did during these days were eating food from the fridge and watching TV. It was only if Luke suggested to take you out for a walk or doing something in the nursery you stood up from wherever you were sitting.

It was both a nice but harsh feeling. You felt like you could explode any second from now and it was kind of annoying but it was also nice not having to do something. 

You did think Luke would add up the service at the house but he didn’t. He simply just used himself more to do stuff and it was nice to see.

For example the nursery. It was going to have such a personal vibe because everything made inside of it was going to be made by you. Some of the furniture he had even pulled together himself. 

It was going to be so great you could already feel it.

After getting into some new clothes and waiting for the paint to dry you went back into the nursery.

“The color did turn out pretty great.” He commented once removing the tape from the end of the floor and down to the next wall.

You hummed and nodded your head in agreement while leaning down to remove the plastic and look at the shiny floor again. 

“It’s going to be so great when the sun streams through.” You mumbled and looked over at the view that was just as amazing as it was from your bedroom.

When the darkness would come it was going to be so awesome. 

You helped him out with removing the rest of the plastic and threw it out of the room. It wasn’t the truth that you did everything on your own because Patrick was there as well to put the rest into the garbage can. 

You looked over at Luke taking the lamp you had bought from the room and moved the small ladder so he was able to stand and reach the ceiling. 

“You know how to do this?” You commented, not wanting to be a tease because you were actually curious. You had no idea if he had any skills when it came to this. 

“Would it surprise you if I could?” He asked and placed a hand to the ceiling to make sure he wouldn’t loose his balance. 

“Honestly, no.” You admitted, and looked up at him, “You were probably taught at that camp you attended as a kid.” 

He rolled his eyes by your words but by the smile he was having you knew it was the truth. What kind of camp was that after all?

“You sure you know how to do this?” You asked once again, but only because of the face expression he was making.

His tongue was resting between his lips, eyes scanning the many wires that were supposed to be connected to the small hole in the ceiling. 

“I’ve got control of everything.” He commented, but his eyes widened when he was so concentrated on the wires the lamp fell out of his hands. 

You looked up at him confused but they widened as the lamp fell down and right into your face. Not in the way where it hurt because the hole in the lamp fit perfectly for your head and suddenly darkness hit you.

“Oh my god. I’m so sorry.” He exclaimed, trying to get down from the ladder without falling.

You couldn’t help but laughing inside, your voice echoing inside of the lamp and you moved your hands up to get it away from your head. 

“Are you kidding me?” You asked and looked over at him, “This really isn’t your day.” 

“No, it isn’t.” He admitted and placed his hand to your cheek as an apology.

You looked up at him with a small smile and shook your head in disbelief it was honestly too funny to be true.

Giving it a second chance Luke stood back on the ladder and tried his best. It actually went okay this time and you also made sure to stand at least 2 feet away in case of flying lamps or more paint to come. 

It wasn’t until he was done you walked forward and watched him flick the lights on. 

“You know there was actually something I forgot to tell you.” He suddenly announced when you both lifted the crib into the room. 

“Tell me what?” You asked and looked over your shoulder. 

“There’s this premier coming up for my movie... You know since we’ve finished it the movie and everything its release day is on Friday and I was wondering if you’d like to be... You know... My date?” 

You looked at him a bit surprised, your lips pouting a bit in thought. 

“I know Holly’s going to be there as well and all that since she starring as lead role but I promise none of us has to speak to her. I doubt she even wants to be near us.” 

You looked at him extra careful just to make sure he was actually right and true about what he was saying. When he gave you a small smile you couldn’t help but do the same with a nod. 

“I’d love to, Luke.”