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The Carson Mansion NY -> CA (and back), 2021
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NCJ Archives: The Haunting of Carson Mansion | News Blog | North Coast Journal
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Eureka Inn: Gateway to Stunning Views of Carson Mansion
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Can’t stop thinking about how after this when her dad says that is just speculation and she replies that it isn’t speculation because she lived it like…can you imagine that pain she has been harboring for 5 weeks??
She basically woke up from the most “that was so intensely real I feel strange feelings” dreams EVER where she lost both Ryan AND Ace but also she felt such unbridled happiness alongside that pain. And it wasn’t a dream. It was a premonition. It wasn’t foggy after you wake up like a dream. It was clear and palpable.
She knows deeply what it feels like to both finally be in love and loved by Ace and also what it feels like to lose him and she’s just had to sit with that for five weeks like no wonder she can’t find a fucking ferret
#also why#WHY#is she living in Icarus Hall???#the leftover temperance energy#must be PALPABLE#and yeah she has all her witch shit#and like a fucking castle#but god the vibes#the vibes must be so bad#Nancy drew the cw#like someone let her REST#just give her PEACE#but maybe not in a deeply cursed mansion#nancy drew#ace [redacted]#nace#carson drew#ryan hudson
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"Mansions of Madness" shenanigans with a draw the squad template.
Left to Right: Lily, Carson, Agnes, Mateo, Rita, William, and Jim. I love all of them so much and I've been developing an au with this cast specifically. It's very fun to me and sometimes i go a little insane over them😂
Friendly reminder that Lovecraft was a piece of garbage and this is not his work at all. Just inspired by the creatures and world. All my homies hate Lovecraft. I hope he's rolling in his grave every time I draw.
(They didn't have duct tape in the 1920s, just suspend your disbelief.)
ALSO WOW, I forgot to share my William and Mateo art I did earlier this year. I'll share some more of it I promise. I have a lot but not much finished.
#mansions of madness#arkham horror#deep ones#lily chen#carson sinclair#agnes baker#mateo castile#father mateo#rita young#william yorrick#jim culver#star spawn#starspawn#eldritch#1920s#monster hunters#paranormal investigators#detectives#alternate universe
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Things you can see in Carson City. Photos taken 1-20-2025.
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LINEAGE (PART TWELVE)
I had to work late one day, and I came home to find Braden playing video games with the older boys, while the twins were crawling around in the family room. Brade was hunky as hell in his favorite faded T-shirt from the local NFL team and his PT shorts, furry legs stretched out barefoot as he got into trying to beat Keith. What made him more alluring was his natural, easy fatherhood. He was SO good with the boys, nurturing and a masculine role model for them. I had to consider myself the luckiest father in the world and was thankful I was a family man.
My son-husband paused the game then looked up at me. His face silently communicating something was serious. "Hi Dad... You should go check on Bill."
"Oh," I said. I was going to ask if it was serious, but I realized Braden didn't want to bring it up around the boys.
I made my way through our mansion to where Junior's room was. A guess flashed through my mind. Since that first magical date night, I'd pulled back some from Junior. Not emotionally, but we'd had less one-on-one time the week and a half since. I thought Junior knew why: his Daddy and I was trying for another pregnancy, and I'd focused my sexual energy there. I'd given Junior a couple of quick blowjobs before he went off to school, and I'd rimmed him a couple of times while he jerked off. But that was it.
The door wasn't completely closed now, but it was mostly shut. I gave a knock. "Can I come in, buddy?"
"Yeah, Dad," came the defeated reply.
Junior was still in his knit shit and golf shorts from practice, his favorite cap pulled down where the brim rested above the eyes. He was a good way into his senior year, and Junior already was rocking an impressive college-jock build. In other circumstances I'd be joining him in bed, making out with my special dude. But something was wrong, I could see a lot of worry in his eyes.
Instinctively, I shut the door. "What's wrong, kiddo?" I asked.
"I fucked it up, Dad," Junior said. "Just as we were getting close, I fucked it up."
I came and sat on the bed, placing my hand on Junior's strong leg where the soft hairs were starting to come in. "Why don't we start at the beginning?" I asked.
He nodded, and I could tell he was holding back tears. Maybe he'd been crying all afternoon. "I've been using protection, honest. But I guess the condom broke..." He paused. "Well, I know the condom broke. I didn't think it would be a big deal. But Mr. Carson called today, and he's pregnant, and I don't what to fucking do..."
"Tim Carson?" I asked. "Alex's Dad?" Alex was Junior's teammate and good friend. I tried not to sound judgmental, but I was just genuinely surprised to the point I thought maybe there was another Mr. Carson.
Junior nodded, emotion heavy. "It's messed up. Alex is weirded out, and Mr. Carson's upset. You can ground me, Dad... I've just been worried you'll break up with me."
I patted his leg, and began caressing the short hairs more affectionately. "I'm not breaking up with you, Junior," I assured him. "But you gotta man up and be there for Mr. Carson. And your son. Doesn't matter how awkward things are."
"I know, Dad. And I will." His voice got quiet. "I've been dreaming of being a Dad, but fuck, I didn't expect it to be like this. So soon, you know."
"I know, kiddo," I said. I figured this was the good time to tell Junior. "You know... when I fathered your Daddy... that was an unplanned pregnancy."
"For real?" Junior asked. I was surprised he hadn't put two and two together, doing the math between my and Braden's age. But my husband and I made sure that our boys saw loving parents, so maybe it just didn't occur to him.
"I was even younger. 16 and a dumb teen dad," I said self-deprecatingly. "But Braden turned out to be the best thing in my life... even better because he gave me five amazing sons, who were planned."
"Dad..." Junior's voice was getting heavy.
"I won't lie, kiddo, raising a kid is hard work."
"I know, Dad. I'm ready."
I patted his leg again. "Attaboy." Everything about Junior then was making me fall for him, as completely as I had Braden at that age. "So," I winked, trying to provide some levity. "Just one broken condom and your swimmers got it done, huh?"
It was a relief to see Junior's smile. "Guess so."
"You know..." I continued, running my fingers up Junior's leg, beneath the hem of his shorts. "If you were a true Drake man, you'd get a boner just thinking about the fact you knocked a guy up."
I could see the gears turn in Junior's head. The realization and the surprise that I was giving him permission to feel sexual right now. Permission to embrace the turn on maybe he didn't know was there.
I watched Junior get stiff in his shorts. For our time exploring each other the last month, I'd only watched his hardon form once from start to full erection. I was watching it now and it was beautiful. Especially because Junior's eyes went from his crotch to my face and back.
"I guess I'm a Drake man, all right," he hissed in lust.
"Fuck yeah, you are buddy," I growled and leaned in to kiss him.
This felt different than before. Not only had Junior upped his kissing game, copying the technique I'd coached him on over date night, but we were peers in a strange way. Fellow dads.
His hands were on my feeling my dress shirt beneath my suit as we got into it.
"God I love you, Dad. So fucking much," Junior hissed as I removed my shoes and got up onto bed with him. "I've just been worried sick you'd break things off."
"I know, Junior," I said, running my hand along his built chest. "Listen, I gotta be the dad sometimes," I said. "But you're a man on your own right now. And I care for you like crazy."
He had an adorable checked smile on his face. "I just knew you'd be mad at me."
"You gonna give me a reason to be?" I arched my eyebrow.
"No, sir," Junior laughed.
I gave an appreciative nod. I leaned in and whispered into his ear. "Maybe I can taste that breeding cock of your son."
"God yes," he answered in a croak and was already fiddling with his shorts. Maybe one of these days we'd get a more equal dynamic for who would initiate sex and when, but for now Junior deferred to when and how I'd fit in our own private time within my marriage to Braden.
This was fun, and I realized how excited I was that Junior had knocked up a guy. Rationally I knew it wasn't the right thing. Or at least it had happened too soon. But as I got closer to my son's hard prick I gripped it in my fingers and said lewdly. "You got a hardon when you heard Tim Carson was pregnant, Son?"
He shook his head. "Was too freaked actually," he said.
I looked up at him. "I know how you felt, son," remembering that conversation. "But now... I get huge boners when I knock your Daddy up."
"Fuck," Junior hissed. He loved that idea.
I licked his balls, tickling the orbs with my tongue. "Got powerful sperm in here."
"I do, Dad," Junior finally getting on my wavelength. "I fucking put a kid into Mr. Carson." I could sense his eyes on me, reading me in case he went too far.
"A son," I added, then licked to where his balls met his shaft. "You're gonna give me a fucking great-grandson."
"OH FUUUCK!" he hissed. At the idea but also because my tongue was tracing up his hard shaft.
"Fucking teen dad," I grunted. "You gotta a lot more before you can catch up with me."
"Course, Dad. Six sons is a lot."
I looked him dead in the eye. Junior was so frickin' sexy just then. "Especially cause I'm not stopping anytime soon."
"OH FUCK!" I knew how turned on Junior was getting because he was at a loss for words.
I didn't need the sex talk anyway. I leaned forward and began taking my son's dick in my mouth. The dick that had fucked Tim Carson and made a kid. A new life. I didn't need Braden's oral technique then, Junior was ready to blast pretty quick. He gripped my head and pumped some into my mouth as his dick spurted its seed. Maybe it was all in my head, but I imagined that his cum tasted different, more manly.
"Thank you," he hissed. Then, "Can I...?"
I shook my head and swallowed the rest of his cum. "I'll let your Daddy take care of that," I said. I slid out of bed and stood up, arranging the hardon in my trousers. "You tell him the news?"
Junior nodded yes. I could tell he'd dreaded telling me in a way he hadn't with Braden.
"Well, tomorrow, or the next day, see if you can bring Tim around the house," I suggested. "I want you to take responsibility, Junior, but maybe your Daddy and I can clear the air some."
"Sure, Dad. And thanks for understanding."
I leaned in to give him a quick kiss. "It's gonna change your life, Junior, in some not good ways as well as the amazing ones. But you got this, kiddo... I know you do.... and well, me and your Daddy have your back, OK?"
We let Junior have his space that evening, the rest of the family having dinner without him. I thought of checking with him before bed, but I knew he was OK, he just needed time to think and reflect. I think he valued that alone time just as much as me.
Later, when Braden and I got ready for bed, we knew we were gonna fuck. A hard fuck, going at it verbally. Talking about Junior's cock and sperm. Talking about our son becoming a father. It was an intense, simultaneous orgasm, and afterward, Braden and I held each other's sweaty naked bodies and had a serious conversation about expectations and how we could help Junior out.
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Tim Carson was cordial when he came over the next day. It was small talk and introduction. I mean I knew him some from the team fundraiser and from the times I'd dropped Junior off for sleepovers a couple of years ago. Maybe it was one of those times, I wondered when was Junior first...
Now wasn't the time for recriminations. Tim felt nervous as hell to be there, even after Braden went to look after the twins, leaving just him, me and Junior in my study.
"This is awkward," the man said at last. Junior had good taste, I'll give him that. Mr. Carson was well preserved for a man in his 50s, fit, what I'd call a DILF. Like Doug Newcomb, only more normal looking, less movie star handsome. The man was a corporate lawyer, married with two kids. And his life had been turned upside down.
"Don't feel so on my account," I said.
He nodded, grateful. He looked over at Junior then at me. "You guys are going to think I'm crazy, but I wanna have this kid."
"It's not crazy at all, Mr. Carson," Junior said with a strange self-confidence.
He gave a gentle shrug. "Knowing I have this life inside my body, growing inside of me... it just feels meant to be."
"How far are you along?" I asked.
"Over three months," Tim answered. "I didn't know what was going on at first."
I did the math. This was before Junior and I first had sex, probably before I grounded him, but not much more. "How are you holding up?"
"Health-wise? Emotionally?..."
"Either."
"Health is good. I'm just dealing with my family." His voice got quiet. "Kelly always wanted another kid. She's not forgiving me, but I guess taking this as that chance, you know...?"
"I want to speak for Bill Jr here... he's going to be there however you need."
I saw a flash of worry on his face and maybe some real emotional conflict. He looked over at Junior, then back to me. "I'm going to raise him... Kelly and I are going to raise the kid as a Carson, Bill. I don't expect anything from Bill Jr. But maybe he could be the godfather."
"I'd be honored, Mr. Carson," Junior piped in.
I finally let them have a private conversation, getting up to go join Braden and our other sons in the family den. But before I did, I held out my hand to shake Tim Carson's. "I know my great-grandson will be a Carson, but I just want to let you know, Tim, that I consider you family."
"Thanks for understanding, Bill," Tim said. Up close, I could see what Junior saw in the man. The not classically handsome face had a way of growing on you. "And thanks for not stringing my balls up," he laughed.
I turned to Junior. "I'll be in the den if you need me for anything, son, OK?"
Junior smiled. Relieved and maybe surprised this whole conversation had gone better than he expected.
***
I did go check on Junior before bedtime. He was doing homework but was shirtless and just in some gym shorts in his room. "I take it Tim left," I said, as I knocked on the door.
"Just about a half hour ago," Junior said with a proud smirk. Then, "Sorry... I guess we never clarified House Rule Number 7," he said, referencing the idea of exclusivity.
"There's no House Rule 7, Junior," I said. He was at his desk, and I sat down on his bed. God, Brade was right. The kid was so much like me. Led around by his dick, but maybe not wanting to be like that. "Celebration sex is pretty powerful, isn't it?" I said. Bonding with my boy experiencing his first time with fatherhood.
That made Junior smile big. "I'll say, Dad. I know we talked about this, but bareback fucking is pretty damn incredible."
I laughed. "First time, raw?" I confirmed, making sure Junior had been truthful to me before.
He nodded. "Oh yeah. Other than the broken rubber time, but that didn't really count."
It was time for me to switch from wingman/buddy mode to parent mode. "You know, Mr. Carson has a family. A wife and kids."
He got more serious. "I know, Dad. We talked a lot. But Mr. Carson wanted it. I did too. At least one last time."
I felt for him... I think he felt this strange emotional side of becoming a father. This need to bond with the man he'd impregnated. I got up and reached over to pat his shoulder. In other circumstance, and if Junior hadn't just gotten laid, I might have initiated something. He was just so handsome and youthful and... dad-like. My second son, now a father himself.
"Maybe next date night we can just have a nice long conversation about being a father."
Junior seemed to take that in. "Sounds great, Dad... only no sex?"
"Horndog," I teased.
"I'm a Drake," Junior teased back.
I ran my fingers down his arm. I was getting a little turned on. "That you are, buddy." I leaned in some. There was just this bond Junior and I had at this moment. Fellow breeders. Junior following in my footsteps. Maybe this isn't the way it should have happened, but with sex and pregnancy it doesn't always play out like you want or expect.
"So... kiddo..." I said with a naughty look on my face. "I'm gonna go fuck your Daddy. See if I can make a son, too."
Junior's eyes grew excited. He may have just gotten his rocks off but he was clearly showing some lust at the idea. "Yeah?"
"Fuck yeah, stud. Wanna come watch tonight?"
"God, Dad, I'd love that."
Junior had joined in my and Brade's marriage bed a few times, but the action had been all oral. He'd never seen his parents fuck.
"Give it a half hour," I said. "Then come join us."
Braden was already getting ready for bed, brushing his teeth in the master bathroom as I stepped in, a big smirk on my face.
"What?" Brade laughed, spitting out the toothpaste. Then rinsing it out, it occurred him. "Oh fuck... Junior's joining us tonight?"
"If you're up for it, Son," I said, stepping behind him and gently gripping his strong shoulders to massage them as I look into his eyes in the mirror. "I want Junior to watch me breed you," I said.
"God," Braden said. And now I was able to see him throw hard in his shorts. I leaned in and kiss the side of his neck.
"I can't believe our son's a father now," I said softly.
"I know, Dad," Braden replied. "I've been thinking about that all day."
"Does it turn you on?" I asked. So far, other than a bout of sex talk during fucking, me and Brade's conversation had been about the practicality of Junior's paternity news and how we should respond as parents.
"Like crazy, Dad. I tolda ya he's gonna be like you."
We took our time getting naked and into bed. My son-husband and I were slow making out at first, enjoying the physical connection and the conversation.
"I'm so glad you were open to incest, Dad... way back when."
"I'm glad you got me to listen to my cock. Best decision I ever made."
We kissed more deeply.
A gentle knock came, but Junior went ahead and opened the door to slip on. I could tell he was hard in his shorts, but those didn't stay on long anyway. As he slid them off to show his large teen boner, he said softly. "Hey Dads."
I hadn't told Braden about Junior fucking Tim Carson earlier, but it didn't really matter. I was just amused he was recharged again, already.
"Hey Bill," Braden said, scooting to the side to give our son some space in the king sized bed. "It might be less foreplay tonight," he added.
"I don't care, Daddy," Junior said as he climbed over the base of the bed and onto the mattress between us. "I'm just so glad to be with you guys."
Braden kissed him first, then I pulled Junior toward me. By now, we were all getting the threesome dynamic, enjoying the multiple incestuous connections and relishing the feel of our naked bodies and hard cocks in various combinations.
At one point, I was getting overheated. I pulled back from a kiss with Junior, feeling up his bare chest openly in front of Braden. "You ready to watch, kiddo?"
Junior just grinned and nodded excitedly.
I crawled over his naked body and over to meet Braden in a heated kiss. Making out with my husband with our son watching gave a new thrill to sex with him. My Brade was now almost 40 and muscular and thick. And I was going to impregnate him again.
"You take your pill today, Son?" I asked as I pulled back. My body on top of his, hard cock humping Brade's.
He nodded. "Yeah, Dad. I'll take another, too."
I shook my head. "Doc says one a day."
Braden wasn't listening to me. Already he was reaching over to the foil packet on the nightstand.
"Fuck," I hissed. My dad cock was thinking for me now.
"Are those the fertility pills?" Junior asked. Excited.
I nodded, looking at my boyfriend. "When men get a little older, nature can use a little boost."
"Hot," Junior said. Then feeling out the more open sex talk he and I had been working, son asked, "Are those gonna make Daddy's womb extra fertile."
"I sure hope so," Braden said, popping the pill in his mouth and taking a sip of water from the glass before setting it down on the night stand. "I wanna get totally fucking pregnant tonight."
I ran my hands along Braden's hard abs, feeling the fur and looking back and forth between his amazing body and Junior. "I can't wait to knock up your daddy again."
"Yes," Junior hissed. He got on his knees and came closer to watch.
"Want to see us make you another brother, Bill?" Braden asked.
"God, Daddy..." Junior was getting excited as hell. "I've imagined you doing this SO much."
"Get the lube, kiddo," I growled. "I want you to get my cock ready to impregnate your Daddy."
"Yessir!"
As he reached over to the night table, I kissed Braden deeply. I didn't have to ask. My husband was wildly turned on. In heat.
"That pill kicking in, babe?" I asked in a soft growl.
"Dropping that egg for you now, Dad. All for you."
I leaned up. "For this cock."
"Hot fucking Dad cock," Brade grunted, reaching up to lovingly hold and stroke it.
"Guys!" Junior hissed, his own prick jerking as he scooted back in the bed. "So fucking hot!"
I gestured down at my own dick. "Slick me up, buddy... not too much... there... Nice!"
I kissed Junior, hard. Braden watched us make out, watched Junior almost whimper he was so worked up.
It took willpower to pull back, but I needed inside Brade, bad. I kicked apart his legs. Partly for show, I guess, playing it up for Junior. Braden knew and he smiled as he watched me get into the saddle, pushing down my rigid cock into place.
There's nothing like that first time, of me taking Braden's cherry. Or the night we made Junior, our first impregnation. But this was pretty damn close. At least having our son's eyes on the connection point between my bare dick and his daddy's receptive hole made this fuck feel special and new.
Junior watched me penetrate his other parent.
His hands were on me, rubbing my back, wanting to get close to me and to Brade in this primal sexual act. I loved that, but I also directed my attention to Braden. Modeling how husbands mate, with love but also sexual intensity.
"I love you, Brade..." I hissed, loud enough where Junior could hear.
"Love you, too, Dad."
I pushed in deeper. My cock inside my first born. While my second born witnessed it.
"Aw, that's it, Dad. Fuck me." Brade was wrapping his legs around me.
I turned to Junior. "Junior... can you put a pillow under Daddy's hips? It'll be a better angle."
"Yeah, Dad."
Braden chuckled. Then I powered into his body fully.
"Oh fuck yes, Brade," I hissed. "I love fucking you."
Junior's hands were back on me, his close presence turning me on. And I could see Braden watch us both as I fucked a little faster.
"Ready for son number seven, Son?" I asked.
"God yeah... I need you to impregnate me again. Fill me up with your sperm."
I put more power to my thrusts. No longer exactly showing off for Junior, this was me just getting into the breed-mating with his Daddy. "You all fertile for me, stud?"
He nodded in deep lust. "SO fucking fertile, Dad. Ready for that son you're gonna plant in there. However many sons you want."
"Shit!" I gasped. Junior was witnessing and hearing me and Brade go deep, for sure. "Give Junior here another little brother, maybe two."
"Maybe three."
"Damn. Show my boyfriend how we made him."
"Shit, Dad!" That was Junior's exclamation.
I didn't take my eyes of Brade, but as I fucked harder I spoke to Junior. "Yeah, kiddo. This is how we made you. I fucked your daddy nonstop till it took."
"Then we fucked some more, Dad," Braden hissed. His dick was jerking on his abs in excitement, quivering with each jab to his prostate.
"To celebrate," I added.
"Fuck yeah," Junior said. "I wish I could have watched. Wish I could have watched you fuck me into existence, Dad."
I don't know why that was the trigger, but Junior's words brought on my orgasm quick. I pounded in and leaned forward to kiss Brade as I seeded him full. As I ejaculated good and hard inside my husband, Junior's hands were on my sweaty back, sensually caressing me.
I gave Brade a deep romantic kiss as I came down from the high. We didn't have to say anything. We both intuited that there was a good chance that I'd just conceived our next son.
I gingerly retreated and once I broke free of Braden's ass, I used my thumb to push the excess sperm back into his hole.
Still breathing heavy, I turned to Junior. "If you wanna get one of your condoms, kiddo..." I offered.
"For real?" he asked. His dick was hard and jerking and on his smoother body it seemed to stand out more than my similarly sized cock did from mine. He looked at Braden, who nodded.
"That'd be fucking hot, Bill," my husband said.
We laughed as we watched Junior bound out of bed and slip on his shorts before slipping back out of the room.
I lay next to Brade and ran my hand along his sweaty chest. "You OK with the idea, Son?"
Brade smiled and nodded. "Junior's a stud, Dad. I didn't think the night could get more special and yet..."
"It's like experiencing it through new eyes," I said.
"Yeah."
Junior came back with two foil packets. He set them down on the nightstand and shucked his shorts down again. "You sure, Dad? Daddy?"
"That's a beautiful piece of son cock, Bill," Braden said, scooting over to taking Junior into his mouth.
"OH FUCK" Junior hissed, eyes on his daddy then up at me. "I didn't think you guys would go for this."
"You might want to get in him before he changes his mind," I joked.
Junior laughed and pulled back, leaning in to kiss Braden before he picked up a condom and ripped the wrapper with his teeth.
"This one better not break," I admonished him.
"No sir," Junior said, rolling down the sheath over his hard teen jock dick.
Meanwhile, Braden was pumping some lube on his fingers then applying the extra lubrication to his seeded hole. It had been a long time since I'd warn a rubber, but when we played with the Newcombs or the Connors, then Brade would often be a bottom to one of the dads.
It was my turn to watch what skills my stud 18-year-old son had. He was nervous fucking his Daddy but it was also clear he'd topped men before. Maybe a lot.
He fingered Braden's hole, reading my husband's reactions before pushing his dick into place. He quickly realized Brade was all loosened up from my fuck, so he pushed in.
"Oh God!" Brade hissed.
"Feel good, Daddy?" Junior asked, sensually as his hips pushed in then slowly swiveled for a slow pump.
"God, yeah, Bill. My own fucking son."
Junior was getting REAL into this now. "Your own son's fucking you, Dad."
"Oh fuck yes."
I didn't feel jealous watching this. Just the opposite, I was thrilled to see Junior make Braden so happy, so turned on. My husband began jerking his dick in time with each of our son's thrusts.
I gathered Junior was feeling the internal clenching. "Your ass feels so fucking tight, Daddy.. even after Dad fucked you."
"Push his seed deeper into me, son. AW, that's it... A little faster... Not too hard...."
Junior was getting into this fuck and it was magnificent to watch. My two sons, having sex. Fucking. It was just beautiful and hot. My cock was fully hard again. I reached out to touch Junior's back like he had mine.
"Oh shit," he hissed, hips jerking faster. I could tell our son was getting close,
Still, Braden beat him to the finish line. Hot white cum spurted out onto his meaty chest and ripped abs.
Almost a second after that I saw Junior's head go back and his eyes shut and his face flush red. "YES!" He wasn't an overly loud cummer. I enjoyed watching his O face. Different than Braden's. All Junior.
He had a big smile on his face as he relished the postcoital glow. Brade had a pretty big one, too. Then reaching down to hold the base of the rubber, Junior slowly extracted himself. There was a huge wad of cum pooled in the tip.
"Can I taste that, Bill?"
Junior nodded. "Yeah, Dad. I'd love that." He peeled off the condom and carefully brought it up to Braden's lips, turning out the contents.
"Fuck!" he hissed as he watched Brade slurp it all into his mouth, then swallow.
We let Braden shower off first. Junior and I embraced in the now damp sheets. Kissing softly.
"Thanks, Dad. That was the hottest thing."
"Pretty hot for us, too, Junior." I patted his bare ass as I held him close. "It's nice that we can trust you with this." I paused.
"Absolutely, Dad."
We kissed again, then it was my turn. I didn't know if Junior would be sleeping in our bed that night. It felt appropriate, and yet it didn't.
Turns out he made that decision for us. I walked back in to see only Braden in the bed. "Bill went to sleep in his own room."
"Probably for the best," I said.
Braden nodded. But as I got into bed, my husband pulled me close. "Thank you for that, Dad. You know I've been wanting that to happen."
I did and yet maybe I didn't know how much Brade had wanted it until then. We kissed some more.
I was happy and very sexually satisfied. Still, something nagged at me.
"I remember when you told me that Junior was gonna be trouble," I said softly,
Braden leaned up on his arm, looking at me. "Yeah?"
"I'm starting to see it."
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I was in Doctor Fiedler's waiting room with Brade, when I got a call. Normally I'd ignore it unless it was an urgent work call. But it had been a while since I'd talked to Doug Newcomb.
I excused myself and stepped out in the hall. "Hey Newcomb, what's up?"
"I got some news, buddy..." he beamed. "As you know, Eric's graduating in May, and we've been talking, and we'd love to move out to your neighborhood."
"For real?" The news made me happy, happier than I would have thought, because I never expected this to happen.
"For real, Drake. We can talk details later, if you got a spare lot in your little subdivision."
"Incest Acres," I said quietly in to the phone. "We got a lot of spare lots."
"Incest Acres, buddy. Here we come. "
"So... what made you guys decide on that?"
I could almost hear the beaming smile on the other end. "Eric... well, you Drake men are inspiration, cause he wants to start a family with me."
"Shit." I loved hearing about incest procreation, and hearing it from the Newcombs was extra special.
"Yeah, I know right?" he chuckled. "We might not have the brood you do, but Eric wants a son bad. Turns out, I want to have one with him, too."
"It's the best, Newcomb. You'll see."
"What about you and Braden. Any news?" Doug new that we were trying for another pregnancy.
"At the doctor's office now, buddy. Waiting for the results."
"Oh shit. I'll let you go, man. Keep me updated."
"Will do... And Doug.. I'm super thrilled for you guys."
"Thanks, we are too. Talk later..."
I stepped back into the waiting room just as they were calling out Braden's name. I walked back to Fiedler's office with him.
Todd was all smiles as he ushered us in and shut the door.
"Well, gentlemen," he said with a playful smile. "I hope you're ready for triplets."
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ok so completely random thought but its been plaguing me so i have to let it out
so hear me out what if kayden has something to do with the serpents????
like rina said that some characters in the new hockey romance will be seen in kiss the villain, AND their hockey team is called the vipers, so what if there some connection between them, like some past members of the serpents are in the vipers hockey team and kayden knows them
and its said that many professors at tku have some relations to the mafia as well and the serpents are also a mafia run club sooo????
heres my pitch
yk the part in gom where they invade the serpent mansion and gareth is like at the control room while everyone else is like beating the shit out of the serpents
what if gareth bumps into professor kayden there after he was trying to escape, and gareth uses that to try blackmail him or something to get his attention (bc yk he cant be 100% sane hes asher carsons son after all)
and thats the shit he tried to pull on him, kayden gets pissed and corners him in that alleyway (that scene in gof)
and the rest is history !!!!!
lmk what you think 🫢
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So I absolutely NEED to hear all your thoughts on Downton Abbey so far: Favorite characters, dynamics, ships, general thoughts? (I'm rewatching it right now, so my obsession is showing itself😂)
YAYYYY FELLOW OBSESSION BUDDY!!!
Okay, so, disclaimer: I'm only two episodes into season two so I'm certain there will be development with many characters in the future that will make me like them lots more! However, at the current moment, here's my Thoughts:
Violet The Snarkmaster is an absolute riot and one of the highlights of the entire show. I can't decide if I like her most when she's fighting with Isobel or when she and Isobel are ganging up on someone else.
I Have Beef With Thomas And O'Brien Is On Thin Ice
The dynamic between Sybil and Branson has me gnawing on chair legs like a feral ferret.
*cries in the corner*
I have SUCH mixed feelings about the whole Matthew/Mary thing. Like, on the one hand, they make a really cute ship and I definitely get the vibe that they're the endgame pairing, but on the other hand, I REALLY LIKE LAVINIA TOO OK SHES SUCH A SWEETHEART
(Look I KNOW she's gonna either be secretly evil or get killed off because she's gotta get removed from the equation. I STILL LIKE HER THOUGH 😭)
unrelated, but "mother, daughter, and maid team up to haul dead body of turkish diplomat through mansion in dead of night" is a subplot i never in a million, million years would have expected to appear in the show at all, much less in episode THREE. Like they really did not hesitate. Full on dramatic and slightly insane right off the bat. 10/10, no notes.
*brief intermission to continue gnawing on chair legs because of Sybil and Branson*
I Kinda Have Beef With Edith Too (honey I get that you feel purposeless and neglected at the moment but kissing married men is NOT HOW YOU DEAL WITH THESE FEELINGS)
Cora and Robert INTRIGUE me and I need to know more about them.
Have I mentioned how much I love Mr. Bates? No? Yeah so I really love Mr. Bates. He's such a genuinely GOOD PERSON. Like the best person in the show honestly. I really love him. *gnaws on more chair legs*
Also like??? The relationship between Carson and Mary is just so sweet?? i can't even. I just can't.
alas i am out of chair legs. time to much on some drywall i guess!
#jessica's non writing nonsense#downton abbey#these are but a few of my thoughts; the rest are rattling vaguely around my brain and i am incapable of putting them into words
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President Trump is correct. I watched her "sermon." She is a liberal LGBTQ activist who flies the rainbow flag and marched for George Floyd and said Trump should leave office. Then, in 2020 when Antifa-BLM tried to burn down her church - she blamed President Trump - when he was the one that actually called to save it.
Who picked her to say this Communist garbage to President Trump from the pulpit:
"In the name of our God, I ask you to have mercy on people in this country who are scared now. There are gay and lesbian transgender children among Democratic, Republican and Independent families. Some fear for their lives.
And the people who pick our crops, clean office buildings, labor in poultry farms & meatpacking plants, wash dishes after we eat, work night shifts at hospitals - they may not be citizens or have proper documentation - but most immigrants are not criminals. They pay taxes. They are faithful members of our churches and mosques, synagogues and temples.
I ask you to have mercy Mr. President on those in our communities whose children fear that their parents will be taken away. That you help those who were fleeing war zones and persecution in their own lands. To find compassion and welcome here. Our God teaches us that we are to be merciful to the stranger. For we all want strangers in this land.
May God grant us strength & courage to honor the dignity of every human being. To speak truth to one another in love and walk humbly with each other and our God. For the good of all people in this nation and the world. Amen."
BEN CARSON: "These are words you would expect to hear from a barista, not a Bishop. She isn’t brave, or strong, or a unifier. She’s another pawn of the left whose Trump Derangement Syndrome has blinded her from truth or reason. She’s an activist. It’s disgraceful on many accounts."
FRANKLIN GRAHAM: "The National Cathedral has fallen into the hands of LGBTQ activists. So, it's not surprising this "lady bishop" spewed hate at Donald Trump today. National Cathedral has become a sanctuary of Satan."
GIORDANA: "Episcopalian Bishop Mariann Edgar Budde is a lesbian radical woke & DEI activist who believes she is chosen by God to scold President Trump regarding his TRANS policies."
MATT WALSH: "Just take one look at this witch and you know everything you need to know about her, even before she starts talking."
MEGYN KELLY: "Trump & Vance handled it perfectly - total class. This “bishop” who apparently prefers we mutilate children in the name of gender ideology & allow young girls to get gang raped by illegals at our open S border, however, is a rude, ignorant, TDS afflicted hack."
SCOTT ADAMS: "Lesbian Bishop Mariann Edgar Budde chose to pander to the LGBT whose movement has been wrecked by trans mental illness. She’s the same B who trashed Trump for saving her historical Episcopal church from burning to the ground after Trump hating liberals set it on fire."
CHARLIE KIRK: "Bishop Mariann Edgar Budde is the Bishop of the Episcopal Diocese of Washington. She's the first woman to hold the position. She was given a great honor today, a chance to unify America around a Christian message at the dawn of a new administration. Instead, she disgraced herself with a lecture you'd hear on CNN or an episode of The View. What an embarrassment."
PAUL SPERRY: "FEC filings reveal Mariann Budde & family have given exclusively to Democrats and collectively contributed several thousand dollars to Kamala, Obama, Biden. While she claims to champion the poor - property records show she lives in a $2 million+ colonial mansion with 6 bedrooms and 4.5 bathrooms in a leafy DC neighborhood. Her church claims that it receives no operating support from the federal government, but it does get grants from the federally funded nonprofit National Trust for Historic Preservation. Her family funded George Soros, worked for OBAMA FOR AMERICA and with Jack Smith at the Hague."
ERIC METAXAS: "Exactly WHO is responsible for setting the trap of Pres Trump attending that ridiculous service to hear the preposterous "bishop" insult him and the American people? Can we get to the bottom of that one ASAP? Seriously. We need answers. Who???"
Did the hack Bishop know that Trump danced with the VILLAGE PEOPLE the night before his inauguration? Did they look scared?
Scott Bessent, Trump's nominee for Treasury Secretary, an openly gay man, defended Trump and wrote this today:
https://x.com/mirandadevine/status/1882134235462742052
PS: THIS IS WHAT I WAS WRITING YESTERDAY FOR MY NEWSLETTER WHEN SUBSTACK WENT DOWN SYSTEMWIDE. LOOK AT JD'S FACE.
I WOULD ENCOURAGE YOU TO SHARE THIS WITH YOUR PASTOR.


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Could you do one where Brian knew he fell in love with Carson 💙💙
FALLIN’, DREAMIN’
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IT was a gradual feeling. That was for sure. Between the kisses and touches, and whispers of sweet nothings, that’s where the feelings truly blossomed.
The first time Brian saw Carson was like a vivid dream — a fantasy he never knew he could have or even desire. The more he stared at her, the more he believed pink could become his favourite colour. Her smile was enough to make his heart flutter and her voice made her hang onto every word. And when he saw the car she drove he damn near stopped breathing.
Carson beating him was something he didn’t know could happen, let alone in a race he thought would be primarily against Dom. He was elated and turned on when she crossed the line seconds before Dom and him in his steaming car.
Next came their first dance, shortly after she defended him to the team. It was to a Tyrese song and she was shocked at how well he could handle her. Her curves glided perfectly in his hands which were caressed with care. Their hearts beat as one to the melody they were lost in.
Jealousy had always been a thing for Brian. He knew what he had with Carson was real even if his initial intentions weren’t. Johnny Tran wasn’t a threat but made sure the police bust made on his mansion was done by him especially. And there was Vince, who never hesitated to comment on their relationship, or him, damn near almost ruining his chances with Carson at every turn. But Brian always took pleasure in wiping his grin off his face.
And although lust and adoration drew him to Carson.
He was sure that love bound him to her.
It was uncontrollable and he accepted it the second he knew it was true.
He never questioned it even though it went against every principle of his job.
But Carson was worth every second he spent anxious that any moment his cover could be blown and the operation would be busted. She was worth more than his job, or even the freedom he risked just by getting more and more close to her.
Carson Baker was his love and he was hers — he was certain of it.
Feeling Brian’s intense gaze on her, Carson looked up from the paintbrush she held and turned toward him. He sat, arms crossed in the busy garage seemingly lost in his thoughts.
“What are you smilin’ at lover boy?” She teased, feeling the heat rise to her cheeks.
Brian blinked quickly before he innocently shrugged, “Nothin’”
“Well since you’re lyin’, come and help me with this paint job.” She waved the paintbrush around without letting the contents drip onto her overalls.
“No please?” He rose a questioning brow as he got up, and strode over.
She stood up also, allowing a grin to break through her face when he towered over her.
Carson cheekily retorted, “If it was a question I would’ve said it.”
“Damn, now I know why you get called a brat,” Brian said, tutting and shaking his head at her.
“Only now?” She cocked her head to the side.
“Nah, but I don’t care, give me the brush Sonny.”
As she let the paintbrush drop into his hand, his lips grazed hers, causing her eyes to briefly flutter shut. It was a slow kiss at first, but gradually with every second, he poured more into it. It felt more than any of kiss they’d shared. More personal, more passionate, more…love?
Carson couldn’t be sure, but she wouldn’t say it, not now.
“What was that for?” She asked, with a small gasp once he pulled away, sporting a boyish smile.
Brian simply replied, “Just wanted to.”
She giggled, “Well give me another one.”
Preparing to do just that, they heard a voice call out behind them.
“Don’t give her another one!”
It was Jesse, who pretended to gag at the sight.
Carson groaned, “Shut up Jesse!”
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hope you enjoy!
#wattpad#fanfic#black reader#black girl#brian and sonny#brian o’conner x black!reader#brian o’conner x carson baker#carson baker#sonnybaker#sonny baker#stereolove#stereolovefanfic#stereolovewp#the fast and the furious#y2k#black racer#pink#brian o’conner#brian oconner#fluff#fast and the furious Jesse#johnny Tran#Vince fast and the furious
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The Rinckel Mansion is an 1876 Victorian Italianate in Carson City, Nevada and is decorated nicely, except for the kitchen remodel. 4bds, 3ba. $2.4M.
This is the only photo of the entrance hall, which is a weird choice.
The sitting room is so fancy, isn't it? All of the original moldings and woodwork is intact and the professionally painted ceiling is amazing.
This is one of 2 dining rooms. At some point it was a bed & breakfast, and has since been maintained by the current owners. Isn't that a nice alcove in the front of the room?
This is another dining room. The two front rooms would typically be sitting rooms, and this would be the dining room.
The kitchen is industrial, unchanged from when it was a business. I don't like the cabinetry, except for the antique Hoosier cabinet.
This room, currently used as a home office, has a beautiful alcove with a starry wall and ceiling.
The 2nd fl. hall at the top of the stairs.
Love the alcoves in the rooms. This is lovely.
The bedrooms are spacious, but if it was a B&B, there are only 4 bds and not all of them have dedicated bathrooms.
And, this is bedroom #3.
Bedroom #4 is set up as a family room.
This shower room is kind of a disjointed reno.
And, bath #2 is down a side hall.
In the yard is a porch and a very large pergola.
9,583 sq. ft. lot with lots of parking on the sides.
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Foster Household: Chapter 9, Part 3
James: So this is Ariadne
Ariadne: Hi Mr Foster
Harvey: Please, call me Harvey. I’m so excited to finally meet you, James has been singing your praises
Ariadne: You have a relaxing aura
Harvey: Thank you, I don’t really know what that means but it sounds like a compliment. You like fishing?
Ariadne: I love the outdoors
Harvey: So do I! Well we have a bunch of basic stuff, and the fishing hut is right over there if you need anything special. Or you might just enjoy the sea. Either way it’d be great to have you in the fishing club
Carson walks down to the beach after his appointment and is going to catch up with his mum when he hears the worst sound in the world, the voice of his brother.
Reece: Where have you been loser
Carson: None of your damn business egghead
Kayleigh: Boys, calm down, I’m trying to paint
Reece: Whatever, you probably weren’t doing anything interesting anyway, you never do
Carson: Yeah well at least I don’t use my partner as a substitute to appearing interesting
Reece: I’m plenty interesting idiot
Carson: Numbskull
Kayleigh: Reece, why don’t you go fish with your dad. Carson, that teen over there would probably like some company
Reece: Teen over- oh is that your girlfriend? Shall I read your diary and find out? We'll be even then
Carson: Unlike you when I start dating someone I’ll introduce them to mum and dad, not sneak them upstairs like I’m ashamed of them
Reece: Knew you hadn’t kissed anyone yet
Carson: Shut up, like you kissed anyone before Samir
Reece: I could have if I wanted to, unlike you I’m attractive
Carson: Attractive to a pig maybe
Kayleigh: Enough boys, break it up. Carson, go. Reece, shoo
Trying to put his brother out of his mind Carson walked over to Ariadne who was gazing at the sea.
Carson: Uh... hi
Ariadne: Hey Carson, good to see you
Carson hadn’t expected her to be so warm, or remember his name really. Ariadne was the year below him at school and even though they had had some mixed classes he hadn’t figured he’d be memorable to her.
Ariadne: Since we’re not at school and around everyone I wanted to say thank you
Carson: Thank you? For what?
Ariadne smiled and Carson felt himself smiling back even though he wasn’t sure what she was happy about.
Ariadne: My first day at school. I was super nervous and told everyone I live with my dad’s in Willow Creek. Since your dad is friends with James you had to have known I was adopted
Carson: I did, or I do
Ariadne: Exactly. You could have outed me, told everyone I was adopted and that my dads aren’t my dads but you didn’t. It... well it meant a lot to me, to not have to have any of those conversations when I was trying to fit in
Carson: So do none of them know James and Alexander adopted you?
Ariadne: Roger and Scarlett do, they’ve been to my house. Well...
Carson: The mansion?
Ariadne: It’s crazy big! Who needs so much space? But anyway yeah, they know. But I do worry about others finding out
Carson: Ah, you mean Artemisia I presume
Ariadne: She’s so beautiful but so mean
Carson: Beautiful? I guess she’s not bad
Ariadne: I’m sure she has half the school fawning over her
Carson: Well I wouldn’t put myself in that half, especially not with you around
He does have to take a moment to look at the sand after that, he couldn’t bear it if she laughed at his futile flirting attempts.
Ariadne: You wouldn’t?
Carson: No. Would... would you be in that half?
Ariadne: Some days but... I think there’s more than one way to be beautiful. She’s not the only one at school I find cute
Carson: Who else do you find cute
Ariadne: Oh Carson, that would be telling
Ariadne’s phone buzzes and she pulls it out of her pocket.
Ariadne: *smiling* Roger. I mean... the text is from him. He’s sorting out details for tonight
Carson: Oh... You’re going to the dance with him?
Ariadne: Just as friends to get the discounted ticket price, my dads may be loaded but Alexander does like to save some simoleons when he can. Will I see you there?
Carson: I’m not much of a dancer
Ariadne: That’s okay, we could just sit and talk. I mean... you don’t have to talk to me obviously. You’ve got your own friends
Before Carson can respond Harvey calls for him, it’s almost time for him to go to scouts. Managing a quick goodbye he goes to help Kayleigh pack up her paints.
After making sure Carson caught the right ferry Harvey headed out on to the water. He hadn’t managed to catch much in the morning but hopefully the deep water would yield better results. Moving to Sulani was definitely the right choice for him, he loved time outside and snow impacted his ability to fish. He had no misconceptions, it was Kayleigh’s money that had gotten them this life. He just hoped to fill it with grandchildren soon.
Back inside Kayleigh had some visitors, her daughter Keira and her new wife Marta.
Keira: It’s good to see you mum
Kayleigh: I wasn’t expecting you two today, the BBQ isn’t until tomorrow
Marta: We know, we just missed you
Kayleigh: Oh thanks sweetie. What’s new with you two
Marta: Our neighbour had kittens but Keira won’t let us adopt one
Keira: You don’t want a kitten and an infant at the same time
Marta: But... kitten
Kayleigh: Are you denying my daughter in law furbabies?
Keira: Okay it’s not fair for you to both gang up on me. Any animal takes training and care, people think cats are no effort but you’ve got to look after them properly
Kayleigh: I suppose you are an expert
Keira: Damn right I am, I have the student loan to prove it
Kayleigh: We paid for your degree
Keira: I... I have the paper to prove it
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#sims 4#the sims#simblr#my sims#ts4#active simblr#R0910#HarveyFoster#JamesGoth#AriadneSterlingFromBakersimmer#ReeceFoster#CarsonFoster#KayleighFoster#KeiraRomero#MartaRomero
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three carolers
summary: madison asks syd and amelia to join her and the volunteers go caroling
three carolers | main characters ; syd drew, madison rocca, amelia jones, bridge carson, xander bly, javi garcia | notes ; i super enjoyed writing this, it's been awhile since i wrote something pr related...also, i'm a little happy with how it turned out, a little | ships ; bridge carson x syd drew, xander bly x madison rocca, javi garcia x amelia jones | genre ; fluff | word count ; 1,562 | rating ; g | edited ; as usual, thrice only so ,mistakes here and there most probably
*gifs not mine
TWO DAYS BEFORE
“We should go caroling.”
Both Syd and Amelia looked up at Madison with surprised faces. “What?” they asked in unison. They were both sitting on Madison’s couch, Syd with a magazine and Amelia with a book discussing UFOs.
“We should go caroling,” Madison repeated. That was probably the reason why she called her friends to her apartment that day. “Not just us, we’ll be with Caring Hands. They want to raise extra for the children, hoping they could give twice as much. We’ve all caroled before when we were younger, it would be nice to go again, this time to help out.”
“Since when did you want to go out singing in public?” Amellia asked.
Madison lowered her head and muttered, “Well, I’m not actually caroling…I’m there as the videographer.”
“Typical,” Syd said with a roll of her eyes. Then, she sighed and looked over at Amelia. “What do you think?”
“I’ll have to practice but it might be fun.”
Syd nodded her head. “Alright, we’ll do it. We’ll go caroling, but you have to promise that we’re all going to sing in tune.”
“They’re sending out the choir,” Madison said.
“Just the choir?” Amelia questioned.
“The dance troupe has their own concert.” Madison could not help but smile. “They’re getting really good.”
Both Syd and Amelia smirked. “Are you sure it’s only the carolers we’ll be with?” Syd inquired. “Because now we’re pretty sure why you really want to go caroling with them.”
“It’s not that.” Madison blushed and shook her head. “I’ve been working with Caring Hands long before Xander became a volunteer. You guys know that.”
Amelia raised her hands, as if in surrender. “We never said anything about Xander.”
Madion rolled her eyes. “But clearly you were both implying it so might as well have said it out loud.”
The two girls sitting in front of her giggled.
“I’ll bring Bridge along,” Syd declared. “Just for support. You know he can’t really sing.”
Amelia smiled as Madison nodded and thanked Syd.
ONE DAY BEFORE
Syd
Bridge was over at Syd’s house—mansion—eating buttery toast while she flipped through the same magazine she was reading with the girls just the day before.
“Syd, want some toast? It’s buttery.”
“No, but thanks.” She threw the magazine on the coffee table in front of her and looked at her boyfriend, propping one arm up and laying her chin on her palm. “We’re going caroling. You’re coming with.”
“You want me to go caroling with you? A singer?”
“Just for moral support,” she added.
“Who’s we?”
“Who else?”
“Who thought of it?”
“Madison did.”
“Madison? Really?”
“It’s for Caring Hands, and she’s just the videographer.”
“I’m not surprised.”
She raised her eyebrows. “It’s very typical of her isn’t it?”
“But you’ve got to give her some credit. She’s very good at what she does.”
She smiled. “That’s true. She really is.” Then she cocked her head. “So, are you going?”
“I don’t have much of a choice, do I?” He chuckled. “You already said I’d come with.” He smiled. “And even if you didn’t say so, you know I’d go with you.”
She smiled and scooted closer to him. “Thanks, Bridgey.”
He kissed the top of her head. “Anything for you.”
Amelia
Amelia was off key. She had been practicing in her car in the parking lot of a mall. She was going to purchase another book when she heard a Christmas tune from outside, it made her want to try out her voice.
‘I can’t carry a tune,’ she thought. ‘And I know they know that. Why did I even agree?’ She sighed. “Madison, I hope you know how much I love you.”
She tried to sing again but she kept failing and failing and failing.
As she tried to hit a note, she jumped in surprise when someone knocked on her window. “Oh!” She looked out and found a man holding a strange instrument. She rolled down the window and said, “May I help you?”
“Hi. I’m sorry, but I couldn’t help but notice that you’ve been trying to sing Christmas songs…um…not in tune.”
“You can hear me!?” she gasped, fear and embarrassment filled her, and she looked away from the man. “Oh my God.”
“But it’s alright, I’m…I’m a musician and I wanna help.”
“What? Why?” she wondered. “What’s the catch?”
“No catch. I just want to help.”
Amelia studied the man, narrowing her eyes at him and looking from head to toe. The instrument hanging on his body looked like one she had never seen before. “Fine,” she agreed. “But can we go up to the fourth floor parking, no one really goes there.”
“Sure.”
She rolled up the window and exited her, then locked it. “We can use the mall elevators, I don’t really feel like going up the stairs right now.”
“Alright.”
The two began to walk towards the mall when she stopped in her tracks. “I’m Amelia,” she introduced herself. She held up her hand.
“I’m Javi,” he said and shook her hand. Then he held up his instrument. “And this is my keytar!”
Madison
It was a warmer day, Madison observed. She hoped that tomorrow evening, the night of the caroling, would be a little colder. After all, the Christmas spirit is better with the weather associated with it.
She was fixing her camera and began taking some pictures and videos, just to be sure her gear was alright and working well. She would be doing this again tomorrow, but there was nothing wrong with going at it earlier.
She was carefully rotating the camera, trying to see how many angles she could get. When she reached a certain point Xander appeared with a huge grin on his face.
“Hey,” he greeted.
“Hi,” she replied.
“That’s a really nice camera. I haven’t seen that one before.”
“You have,” she said with a giggle. “I just replaced the stand.”
“Oh. Maybe that’s why I didn’t recognize it.”
“Maybe.” She smiled. “What are you doing here?”
“Ah, question.” He held up a finger. “Are you covering the dance concert?”
“No,” she answered. “Just the caroling.”
He nodded. “Alright. Just wondering.”
“What are you doing here?” she repeated.
He shrugged and placed his hands in his pockets. “Nothing. Just walking around. Well, I’ll see you later, Madison.”
“See you later, Xander.”
When he turned around she could not help but grin as she watched him walk away.
CAROLING DAY
“Are you guys ready for tonight?” Madison asked cheerfully. She was in front of a small crowd. The small crowd being the choir of Caring Hands. “Let’s all put our happy faces on.”
The group was in front of the building that held he office of Caring Hands.
Amelia and Syd and Bridge stood next to each other just a few feet away from the choir.
“No wonder she asked if we could join,” Syd murmured. “There’s pretty much no one.”
“Seven people isn’t no one,” Bridge said. “At least, not when they’ve got you two.”
Amelia laughed. “Nice save.”
Sometime later, Amelia spotted a familiar dark-haired man walking towards them. She excused herself from her friends and then strode towards him.
“Javi,” she greeted. “What are you doing here?”
“My sister asked if I could play for the choir. I’ve already practiced the songs so I didn’t need to be with the choir while they practiced. And besides, my dad was still calling me because of the keytar. He said that it was a waste.” He shrugged. “I don’t think it is, my sister doesn’t think it is. And besides, I worked my butt off for this.”
“I think it’s pretty cool.” She smiled “And who’s your sister?”
“Izzy Garcia.”
“Oh!” Caring Hands’ Vice-President. “I don’t see…”
“Step-siblings.”
“Oh, okay.”
Back at the front of the building, Madison was still taking some pictures, and when she finally called out for Amelia and Syd to join, she was surprised to see Xander make his way to the middle of the huddle.
“Xander! What are you doing here?”
“I asked to be a part of this group.” He smiled.
“I didn’t know you could sing.”
“I’m a man of surprises.”
Syd and Amelia looked at each other before smiling, happy that their friend and her crush might finally be going somewhere.
“I’m happy for her,” Syd said. “As for you, who's that guy?”
Javi was talking to Bridge and they seemed to be getting along.
“Javi,” Amelia answered. “He’ll be playing with us, with his keytar.”
“Keytar?” Syd echoed.
Amelia shrugged. “He’s cool.”
“I’m sure she is,” Syd gave a sly smile.
Amelia laughed. “Syd!”
Then they heard Madison call for the two men they had just seen talking to one another. “Get in the picture, Bridge and…friend!”
The two men walked beside the two women.
Bridge brought Syd closer to him and kissed her temple. “You ready?”
She nodded. “You ready to cheer?”
“For you? Always.”
“Okay guys. Get ready.” She placed the camera’s timer on and then rushed to be with the group. The camera snapped and they all began to murmur.
“Let’s go, everyone!” Xander yelled, pumping his fist in the air.
There were claps and whistles, no matter how small the group was, they seemed really excited now. The three girls hoped that this night of caroling would be a success.
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claw/spy x family spouse swap
Loid Forger/Mia Hurst: they catch on the truth about the other one in about 10 minutes, but neither will admit they know the truth to the other so they get stuck in this really stupid cold war chicken game of who blinks first. Loid wants to use Mia's connections to the criminal world to get intel, Mia wants to find out everything about Loid's org just for the sake of having more tools in her arsenal and be better prepared. they never stop flawlessly performing the perfect little couple routine. in some ways Mia is actually more relaxed because she knows how to handle someone like loid and doesnt have to deal with the uncertainty of wether he is really in love with her or not.
the sad truth is that loid cant help but actually start getting a bit of a crush on her when he sees how effective, efficient, smart and strong operator she is.
now i see Mia and Ripley as a package since she kidnapped her way before meeting carson. which means ripley and anya would be sisters. anya is terrified of Mia, specially because when she reads her mind things are a bit more confusing than they usually are, which is actually really frustrating for Mia. Loid finds out that ripley is kidnapped and so he has to make a choice, does he do the right thing and return her to natalie? but that might draw way too much unwanted attention to his marriage. he asks fiona to quietly make natalie dissapear. what fiona didnt count on was a certain journalist being there to record it all...
Yor Forger/Carson Hurst: carson finds out about yor's actual work, at first yor is like "oh no, i have to kill him now because he found out the truth, and he was so hot too! :(" but then carson is like "no, actually im super into this, in fact can i join your little group? sounds fun". at first yor is super hesitant that her leader would even go for it but after five minutes talking to the guy carson immediatly charms his way into the assasin group. they are now a super duper hot awesome kickass assasin duo. Carson somehow manages to even charm Yuri into liking him.
tyr can be a dynamo of a kid but yor has the stregth and stamina to keep up with him, teaches him how to channel his boundless energy into martial arts.
one day they are assigned a new objective. David Calvacanti. when they are out there together scouting the terrain, figuring out the best approach to infiltrate into his mansion and kill him they see a young teenage girl trying to escape...
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