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spacebobastories · 7 months ago

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Something Real

Chapter 1 - Wake Up

Summary: Louis didn’t know what he was getting himself into. Sure, he *knew* but didn’t think it would be that bad. Boy, how wrong he was. Everything hurts now…and what’s with these people wanting to take him in? What happened? Pairing: Poly 141 x OC

Warnings: Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics, Alternate Universe, I'm not a military expert so there will be inaccuracies, some panicked flashbacks from Louis, mentions of experiments.

Author's Note: I reeealllllyyy wanted to start writing again. So, Call Of Duty is one of my fascinations right now. I also have been reading Cherry Red, Crimson Blood by Soaps-mohawk which you should check out because their story is freaking amazing! I have gotten inspired to write again because of them and their amazing work!

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When Louis was a boy, he always dreamed of being a soldier, a doctor, hell even an astronaut. Anything so he wouldn't just be an Omega.

"Stop! It burns!!"

He never wanted to be an omega. Never wanted to just be something to bring children into the world and nothing else. It was depressing to be born an omega. You're treated like some kind of birthing machine. Always lusted after by Alphas who don't treat you right. Always looked down at because of the status you're born. Oh how he hated the looks he got as a child, those lingering looks from Alphas. It made his skin crawl.

"He's flat lining! We need a defibrillator shock now!"

Growing up, it got worse. He couldn't do certain things, couldn't go anywhere without someone telling him he couldn't do it or go there. Alphas breathing down his neck, always crowding him...always touching.

"Louis, I know it hurts. But it will be for the good of the country."

Well, he proved them all wrong by joining the military. Something that an Omega should never do. Or in his case, they weren't allowed to. He fought tooth and nail to become a soldier, to claw his way up the ranks. His parents were proud of him. Proud that an Omega and a person of color could do what he did. Oh how he was hated by Alphas because he wouldn't roll over for them. Even in his heat, he wouldn't go to them. But he was also loved by many, even something to look up to. But then, there was a new project that opened up. The Shadow Project. The name of the project was obvious to the man. Make the subject a shadow so enemies can't spot you.

It would make the perfect soldier. The perfect killing machine to help in the wars over seas and on missions. He didn't have to do it. Didn't have to volunteer. But he wanted to. He needed to prove a point. If he could, he would have gone back in time and slapped his past self. What an idiot.

Louis didn't want this anymore. He didn't want to be in pain, the burning sensation of chemicals going through his veins. The feeling of his body breaking down and regenerating. It was mind numbingly painful. He hated it. He hated what his country was turning him into. He saw what the others had turned into. Monsters. Misshapen things that were once human. Their bodies mangled, skin an entirely different color, faces warped into something horrific.

Louis hoped he didn't turn into that, hoped that his body didn't morph into something monstrous. But with the chemicals that were pumped into his body and the pain he felt, he wished he did. He wished he did turn into that monster so he could die and be done with the pain. The was his body tore itself apart and came back together was excruciating. But, as time went on, as the months passed by, maybe even years, he learned to get used to the pain. He learned to push it down, deep down in the back of his head. He learned to be numb.

His lungs were constantly breaking down and regenerating, to the point it was hard for him to breath. They made him a special gas mask that used his own smoke- the way his body broke down looked like smoke- to have him breath properly. It didn't stop the way his lungs kept dying inside of him, but, it at least made it easier to breath. He didn't know a lot about The Shadow Project but he wished he had asked questions because he didn't know that they were going to make him into a literal shadow. A wraith if you want to be more specific. He didn't know how they did it. He didn't know what type of chemicals and cybernetics they put into his body. He should have cared, should have been worried. But, at this point, he just wanted it to end. He wanted it all to end.

He remembered walking down the long hall to one of the testing chambers, eyes dull and staring straight ahead. He had two soldiers on either side of him, Alphas he thinks. He was supposed to test out his shadow step to see if there needed to be improvements done. But the alarms started blaring and he heard the scientists yelling. He saw some running back and forth in the hall ahead of him. There was a large explosion that shook the place, making Louis and the guards stumble in place.

"What the hell is going on?!" He rasped out, voice muffled by the gas mask.

The explosion was muffled and sounded like it was coming from above. Soon, there were more explosions and the head scientist's voice came on "Everyone! Get to the bomb shelters! Get the experiments into the cryo pods! Quickly!"

It was all a blur as Louis was suddenly dragged down the many hall ways of the facility. The alarms were still blaring as Louis got dragged into the main Cryo Chamber room, scientists were quickly putting the 'perfect' subjects into the cryo pod. But he was put into the main one, at the end of the room. Like he would be watching over the others. The head scientist was standing in front of Louis as he was placed in the cryo pod.

"Everything will be okay. You will wake up soon and fight for this country."

Louis didn't fight back, glad this was happening so he wouldn't go through with the experiments. The thick glass door began to slowly close. The explosions became more intense, some rubble was beginning to fall from, the ceilings and yet the alarms kept going on. It seemed they were getting louder and louder. But the door finally closed with a hiss, everything was muffled. Hardly any sound was heard coming through. Only the blaring of the alarm could still be heard.

"The freezing process will start in 3..."

Louis felt his breathing begin to pick up, the wheezing and rasping of his breathing echoed loudly in the pod.

"2."

He saw the edges of the door begin to freeze over, the crystalized ice spiderwebbing across the glass. His body, which was was always so hot, began to cool down. He felt himself become cold. The temperature began to slowly drop.

And as the countdown came to an end, Louis closed his eyes and let out a deep sigh. He would be able to sleep without pain.

"1."

"The cryo pod will be opening in 3...2...1..."

The pod door hissed loudly, freezing cold carbon dioxide smoke creeped out of the bottom as the door began to slowly open.

"Please stand back."

Louis' eyes slowly fluttered open and he took a raspy breath, breathing in deeply. Louis fell forward and his body naturally turned into a thick cloud of bitch black smoke.

"Holy shit, L.T. You see what I'm seein'?"

His smoke felt hot to the touch and he groaned gently in discomfort as his body quickly formed back on the floor. Louis was on his hands and knees on the floor, panting softly. But with the gas mask he had on, it sounded like he was taking labored breaths.

"We have eyes on the target, Captain." Louis twitched lightly as he was finally becoming aware of his surroundings and heard people talking. He blinked his eyes a few times and with some effort, lifted his head from the floor. His eyes saw four pairs of feet standing in front of him, the glow from the pod making it easier to see. He blinked slowly as he mode his gaze up their bodies, seeing that they were men. One had a mohawk, tan skin with facial hair and beautiful blue eyes. They were wide with concern and awe. Louis looked at the other man and was surprised to see a skull looking back at him. But his brain was still foggy so he eventually realized that it wasn't an actual skull, but a mask.

Louis couldn't see any skin from him, he was fully covered up. From what Louis could see, the man in the skull mask had some kind of black paint around his eyes, making his blue eyes stand out more. Both men were large, but the one in the Ghost mask was massive and if Louis wasn't still out of it, he was be a little intimidated.

"Can you stand?" The one with the mohawk spoke and he had an odd accent. Sounding like Scottish. Louis glanced over at the man before slowly sitting back on his knees. "What...year is it?" He managed to get out, wincing as he cleared his throat, his lungs were dying and regenerating. It felt like he was breathing in shards of glass each second.

The one with the mohawk blinked in surprise "3055." Louis looked at the man in shock.

"W-what?" He rasped out and the one with the mohawk shifted in place, reaching up to rub a hand on his neck.

*That means I was in there for 33 years....!* He thought in shock as he breathed in sharply only to go into a coughing fit and hunched over on the floor. He heard shuffling before one of the guys kneeled down, placing a hand on Louis's back. Louis quickly reached up to take off his mask, still coughing and hacked up a glob of blood and a piece of his lung. He groaned in disgust as he took in deep breaths, feeling the hand slowly rubbing up and down his back.

"Fuck." He breathed out as he leaned back on his knees, letting his head fall back. His eyes were unfocused as he was still trying to come out of his stupor. He took a few more wheezing breaths and placed his mask back on, taking deep breaths of his own smoke. It helped a little with the pain.

"We need to go. Soap, carry him out of here." The skull man's voice was deep yet muffled by his mask and Soap, who was still kneeling beside Louis, nodded his head.

"Let's get you out of here." He muttered as he reached over to help Louis up and the redhead let him. He was tired and basically melted in the man's arms as he was carried out. As they moved down the halls, Louis could see that the once bright and clean facility was dark and dirty. There were cracks in the walls, rubble on the floor and he swore he saw a skeleton's hand underneath the caved in roof.

The two men were quiet as they moved down the halls and Louis couldn't help but relax in Soap's arms. It felt...nice to be carried. It felt nice to finally be awake again. But he knew the feeling wouldn't last long. The feeling of peace that he felt. His body was still waking up and once it was fully awake. He would be in constant pain. But for now, he enjoyed the peace.

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raya-rhaenyra-ahsoka · 1 year ago

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My Thoughts on Ep.06 - We Take a Zebra to Vegas, A rant (SPOILERS AHEAD!)

Actual Iris-messaging on screen! Good way to start the episode.

Yes, toss the drachma, SEAWEED BRAIN!

If you want the gods’ attention, you have to pay for it. Eh, not surprised since it’s kinda how children have to do to get their parents’ attention these days.

Wtf is Luke Castellan doing in Chiron’s office?

We know who stole the bolt. (Book-readers, we know who stole the bolt!)

*Calm expression* How do you know? and not *gasp* Really? Who is it? Very sus. 🤔

I do have a love-hate relationship with Clarisse La Rue as a character, but accusing her as the lightning thief? OH, HELL NO!

This convo:

Luke: Guys, what is this?

Percy and Annabeth: What?

Luke: When did you turn into an old married couple?

Percy and Annabeth:

Everyone in the fandom:

Luke channeling his big brother energy by teasing Annabeth, his little sister, to a boy her age. Annabeth’s going through that older-sibling-embarrassing-you-in-front-of-your-crush stage. It’s just typical sibling stuff.

Annabeth, externally: *pokerface*; Annabeth, internally: STOP EMBARRASSING ME!

Confirmed: Luke ships Percabeth. 🥰

Percy changing the subject because he’s also embarrassed.

Annabeth cuts off the connection before Percy can mention Hermes and tells him Luke and his dad aren’t on good terms.

Grover just figured out that the truck is driven by animal traffickers and insists that they free the animals is absolute peak characterization.

They’re like artists. Proceeds to release the animals in the middle of traffic.

How that convo basically went:

Percy: Idk about this, man.

Grover: Oh, they’ll be fine. I gave them the satyr’s blessing so they’ll be able to reach the wilderness safely.

Percy: Dude, I meant for these people.

Grover: Oh, uh, it’s fine. These people destroyed nature so idgaf about them. But the animals are fine, so let’s go!

Percy: So, which hotel is the Lotus Casino? It could be any building-

Annabeth: Duh! Obviously, it’s the one with the giant lotus blossom on it.

Percy: Seriously?

3 minors walking into a Casino hotel. Totally normal and not suspicious at all.

Dua Lipa’s Levitating instead of Lady Gaga’s Pokerface. I ain’t even mad.

WISE GIRL! WISE GIRL! WISE GIRL! HE CALLED HER WISE GIRL! 😍🥰

Of course, Annabeth insists Percy goes with her. Percabeth! 😍

Annabeth tells Percy about May Castellan, Luke’s Mom. It’s kinda early to know about this, but I’m not complaining. It just justifies Luke’s resentment of Hermes in the show.

Grover: *finds Augustus, a fellow Satyr* *Forgets everything*

Please tell me someone else heard some kid calling out BIANCA in the background. It's not just me, right? Please tell me it's the di Angelo siblings in the Lotus Casino. UNCLE RICK, WE NEED ANSWERS!

Percy explaining his nightmares and asks if they are real.

How that convo went:

Annabeth: Hmm, idk

Percy: How do you not know?

Annabeth: I may be smart but there are things I don’t know.

Percy: Wtf does that make me then?

Hermes/Alexander Hamilton not throwing away his shot. How does a bastard, son of a god and a Pleiad. Grow up to be a master trickster, according to Homer’s Illiad…

In Vegas you can be a new man...apparently, not.

Hermes: I’m not doing this again. You’re on your own, kids. Bye!

Annabeth: We’re friends of Luke’s.

Hermes: *surprise pikachu face* Damn it, let’s talk.

Hermes being an epitome of another crappy absent godly parent. Not surprised.

Annabeth doing what probably Luke taught her to do:

Annabeth: So I stole Hermes’ keys.

Percy: You what?

Annabeth: I turned invisible and picked his pocket.

Percy: You stole from the god of thieves?

Annabeth: Yes, I’m multi-talented. Lol

Percy: *lowkey falls in love*

The lotus fruit being pumped into the air is something new.

Percy: Grover got really old. 🤣

Percy and Annabeth chases Augustus around while Grover’s playing VR games.

Grover forgetting things because he was alone, while Percy and Annabeth remember because they have each other. PERCABETH!

Grover acting all carefree like a dentist just sedated him with nitrous oxide, while Percy and Annabeth are frantically looking for Hermes’ car will never be not funny.

TO THE DUMB KIDS. Yep, that note is for you.

Percy: So, who’s driving?

Percy and Annabeth turning to Grover because he’s the adult.

Grover: *still high* Idk man. Idk what we're even doing here.

Percy: Ok, I’ll do it. How hard can it be. If I killed the Minotaur, I can drive a cab.

Percy: How hard could this be? Proceeds to hit the car on several columns.

Percy getting angry because another car didn’t slow down and nearly hit them, then slamming the horn. Bruh, you’re inner New Yorker is showing and I’m here for it.

This scene: 😍😍😍

Me, watching this scene:

Percy and Annabeth smiling at each other then realizing the car’s scraping the wall. This shit cracked me up.

The truck nearly hitting them gave me a mini-heart attack. Good thing they’re in Hermes’ cab.

Percy half-nervous and half-excited to finally meet his Dad only to find a Nereid instead, giving him 4 teleportation pearls as a gift.

The title implying they took a Zebra to Vegas but we see no zebra? Come on! Anyway, that was a good episode. Can't wait for the Percy vs Ares showdown next week.

#pjo tv show #pjo tv series #percy jackson and the olympians #percy jackson spoilers #percy jackson tv series #percy jackson #annabeth chase #grover underwood #percy and annabeth #hermes #wise girl #seaweed brain #wise girl and seaweed brain #percy jackon and the olympians

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an-au-blog · 1 year ago

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regarding sora lives au:

kids come up during cross guild meeting and crocodile mentioning he had a kid with revolutionary dragon. he has no clue if the kid made it past age 5 or what dragon named him. crocodile was not one for parenthood and less he had to do with the whelp the better. so he yoinked out the moment the kid was out of him and iva had pumped him with enough T-juices to last him rest of his life.

anyway, strawhats who are also visiting hawkeyes at the guild and the crew turn horrified eyes to luffy who goes "oh hey my dad is also called dragon". crocodile not knowing if he wants to have very late term abortion or be proud his son is one of the emperors of the sea.

anyway sora going yoink, this is mine now, cause clearly the child has no parents by the sound of things and she does adore him as per one of the previous posts, because yes. also luffy is red coded, meaning she and mihawk just need a blue one now for the full set

hahaha yeah, I bet Mihawk would go "Maybe we should arrange a play date" as a joke but then Croc offhandedly says "Yeah, no need, they already know each other. It threw the rest off, but they brushed it off. I'd like to believe that Croc is proud of Strawhat... he's annoyed as hell, don't get me wrong, but he's proud as well.

Sora is very welcoming to all her children and their friends. She was so happy when she saw that her son had people that made him happy and embraced him the way he is. The fact that Luffy has such a happy-go-lucky attitude makes her love him even more.

#mihawk #crocodad #answers #op

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matchstickdolly · 11 months ago

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So long, farewell! 💜 I won't be posting from this account anymore. To close it out, here is a roundup of my Lucifer fan works, as I think that's how most came to find me here.

You will need an AO3 account to read most of my stories; it's relatively easy to sign up if you don't have one. Though I'm gone from here and elsewhere in the Lucifer fandom, I will continue to read comments and attempt to reply to them, so please consider sharing these fics and commenting your thoughts on AO3!

LONG READS (20,000+ words)

A Refraction of Light

314k words. My giant post-S3 canon divergence that spans Earth, Hell, and Heaven. If you didn't like Lucifer's Netflix era (the last three seasons) or wished there were more power couple vibes for Deckerstar, you might enjoy AROL. Though I finished it in 2020, after S4 had aired, I think it works quite well as a S4-S6 fix-it for those who'd like one.

In Sorrow Thou Shalt Bring Forth Children

210k words. The 50 female-focused "blip" years Lucifer's finale conveniently left out, also several post-S6 chapters. Heavy angst surrounding family and spiritual trauma but aims to be cathartic by acknowledging pain. All that said, more humor and Deckerstar than you'd probably expect, given the CW tags.

Reins Series: Try My Reins and My Heart & As Certain Dark Things Are to Be Loved

35k words when read together. Porn with feelings/plot. Fun, sweet kinkiness that should be read in order. Dominant!Lucifer because I struggle to see the Devil otherwise and because Chloe deserves a fucking break in the care of her sex god beau.

In a Similar Vein

21k words. Funny, sweet, and absurd S1 divergence wherein Chloe becomes (very wrongly) convinced that Lucifer is a vampire. Alas, it is missing the last chapter.

Chloe KNOWS

20k words. Funny, sweet, sexy S2 divergence in which Chloe accidentally gets a devil reveal when she stumbles upon an ageless Lucifer in vintage pornography. Oops.

MEDIUM READS (5,000 to 20,000 words)

If the Shoe Fits & In the Family Way

14k words when read together. Alternate post-5B/S6. Feel-good, funny, fluffy, even sexy. Godifer and Mrs. G being good partners, parents, and Improvers of the Universe. If you need a sweet, positive fix-it for the end of Lucifer, these fics might fit the bill.

Rebound to You

12k words. Feel-good, funny, sexy AU where Lucifer is still the Devil, but he and Chloe didn't meet as in canon. Instead, they meet a couple of years later, after Lucifer has naturally gotten a phone and Chloe has divorced Dan and is now resorting to dating apps to meet people. Features a fun gimmick of Tinder-like chat logs (used sparingly, I promise).

Something More & Pump It Up

11k words when read together. These two canon compliant fics won't seem like they go together at first, but I promise they do (thematically). Both are pre-canon and about the subtle ways in which Lucifer and Chloe are an amusingly great match. They just haven't met (yet) to know it! The first story is sweet and about Jed and Chloe's relationship; basically a character study of Chloe as told from Jed's POV. The second is a bit of a sex farce about Lucifer watching Hot Tub High School after settling in L.A., but it's also porn with plot or at least a character study.

Not to Mii

10k words. Lucifer sticks around at the end of S3's "The Last Heartbreak." One thing leads to another, and you get strip Mario Kart. I promise it works.

The Fine Line Between Desire and Fear

10k words. Feel-good and silly post-5A divergence featuring a haunted mansion on Halloween. Almost solely Deckerstar-focused but also imagines a future where Michael is trying to redeem himself and earn Ella's affection; the only problem is that he's afraid...of a lot, actually. The irony!

Sweet and Sour

10k words. A comical Michael/Ella fic based on the 5A trailer. Turned out to be rather in-character for many aspects of Michael, so it holds up, I think.

Now That's What I Call Big Devil Energy! Series: Big Devil Energy & Satan's Got a Heart On

9k words when read together. Funny, sweet chaos. Lucifer being a completely over-the-top Devil in love.

All You Can Play

9k words but really more like 3k if you want the finished part of the fic. (First chapter can stand alone; don’t read past it if you don’t like unfinished work.) Chaotic humor, sex farce. Canon compliant missing scene wherein I will tell you not to hate the player (me) but the game (S3). The reason Lucifer isn't there to protect Chloe at the end of 03x04? He's with Lexy, the judge's soon-to-be ex-wife. This is that story. Featuring Chuck E. Cheese.

Bound by Iniquity

8k words. Dark 5A canon divergence from Maze's POV. Her dirty dealmaking with Michael backfires, big time.

Get Thee Behind Me

7k words. Porn with plot/feelings. Lucifer and Chloe try anal sex for the first time. Feel-good comedy ensues.

Baptized by Desire

7k words. Dark but sweet S3 divergence. Lucifer comes to believe he really is a delusional human while he's in the psychiatric hospital in "God Johnson."

Hells to Betsy

6k words. Answering the question of how Chloe afforded a large three-bedroom townhouse in L.A., especially once Maze moved out. Come on! Detectives are paid well but not that well!

Darkest Before Dawn

5k words. Sweet, funny, sexy wing fic. No wing oil, but there's a barrel of crude oil and Dawn dishwashing liquid. This is not an ad.

SHORT READS (<5,000 words)

The Dotted Line

4k words. Porn without plot. Lucifer is attracted to Chloe in anything, even undies from Target.

Checked Baggage

4k words. Porn with light plot. What if Chloe took up Jana's offer for a threesome, partly out of spite? Bisexual chaos that is still ultimately very much about Deckerstar.

Winging It & Made in His Image

4k words when read together. Both are chaotic sex farces that wax on about the Devil's dick. They must be read in order.

Reefer Gladness Series: Flying High & Baked with Love

3k words when together. Sweet fluff. Established Deckerstar getting high together.

Lunch at the Y

3k words. Porn without plot. Roughly set in a better post-5A world where Lucifer eats Chloe out in a dressing room because of course he would. That's a love language.

Those Who Favor Fire

2k words. Porn without plot. Roughly set in a better post-S3 world where Deckerstar have gotten their HEA and have been together for some ten years or so.

My God's House Has Many Rooms

2k words. S6's "happy" closeout is creepily vague to me. This story explores a horrific what-if.

Raising Hell

1k words. Porn without plot. An ode to the blowjob.

Use My Words Against Me

1k words. All dialogue, pure chaos. Caught up in yet another scandal, closeted Republican Senator Olin Graham asks the Devil for a favor. You'll only appreciate this if you know enough about American politics and aren't a fascist piece of shit. Sorry not sorry.

Earthly Delights on Borrowed Time

666 words. Post-S4 reimagining where Lucifer and Chloe are making things work.

The Perfect Help Meets

666 words. Dark, canon compliant one-shot about Lucifer's angst/depression as he tries to make things work with Eve, all while he's in love with Chloe.

Other Stuff

A softness came from the starlight and filled me full to the bone — Lucifer meets the comic A Softer World. Inspired by an old post by @casimania that can be found here.

General Fanvids — Deckerstar being painful and/or lovely, plus some Trixie because I love her character.

S6 Critical Fanvids — Just me making sense of S6's plot, which I cannot read as anything other than incredibly dark and anti-choice.

Crack Fanvids — Pure comedy and chaos.

Lucifer Season 6 Time Travel Visualizations — Lucifer S6 uses time travel without clearly laying out how it works. I made two visualizations to help explain the possibilities: one for the loop existing in a single timeline and another for the loop causing or being a part of many/parallel worlds.

Lucifer S6 Wiki — After Lucifer Season 5B and S6, I started digging into the writers’ interviews to understand what the hell had gone wrong. You'll find their answers to a lot of common S6 questions here. They’re real, er, interesting Hollywood folk, to say the least.

#lucifer fanfiction #lucifer fanfic #lucifer on netflix #deckerstar fanfiction #deckerstar

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mayisgoingnuts · 4 months ago

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This is a long one (also sorry took a while, but I was cooking Mac n cheese)

Susie: I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU!

Pump: OH SHUT UP SUSIE!

Susie: YOU SHUT IT YOU LITTLE MONSTER!

Pump: I KNOW YOU ARE BUT WHAT AM I?!

Mr. Wonder: children please

Susie: a little jerkwad who has ruined our family.

Mr. Wonder: SUSIE!

Pump: it’s not even that bad!

Susie: not that bad? NOT THAT BAD?! Do you still not get what you did?!

Pump: I-

Susie: you have harassed, tormented, assaulted and nearly killed just about everyone in this town! You have caused so much property damage this family’s debts just keep piling up!

Pump: oh please! Mom and dad make lots of money they care about it more than-

Mr. Wonder: don’t you dare finish that sentence!

Susie: it doesn’t matter how much they make, or how much they’ve saved up. With the amount of damages you’ve caused and the amount that we are going to have to pay back, it is going to drain any savings they have.

Pump: they can just-

Susie: what? They can what? Earn years worth of savings back in a few months? Not possibly get their pay cut or get demoted or even get fired over this? They can definitely forget any chances they had at promotions and better pay. Who wants to work with the parents of such a hateful little gremlin?

Pump: shut up!

Susie: and more so, if they do lose their jobs and they have to get new ones. People won’t hire them, they’re gonna have to get low paying jobs. We’ll have no money to our name. Barely able to afford bills and necessities. And forget college.

Pump: school is dumb anyway.

Susie: yeah maybe for a brain dead loser like you who never tried! But I actually did. Because I wanted to go to college, I wanted to become an artist. To maybe even make shows and movies and games as a character designer. But I can kiss that goodbye.

Pump: I don’t care!

Susie: of course you don’t. You’re too damn selfish to think of anyone else! And you know what’s worse? I can’t even go anywhere in town without people reminding me that I’m your sister. Because that’s all they see me as. So forget any friends I could’ve made, any job opportunities, or even leaving this town.

I’m just Pump’s sister. Not Susie.

Pump: well I’m losing Skid!

Susie: good! Holy crap you were bad before, but the minute you met that kid you got so much worse! And even though I’m mad at Ms. Lila for Skid, she’s even worse off! She’s a single parent who’s barely making ends meet, how the hell is she gonna pay all this off?

And having to completely upend her life and leave behind the few friends she’s got left at that you and that brat haven’t taken away from her?!

Pump: it’s not my fault! I just wanted to have fun, everybody else is just dumb!

Susie: it is completely your fault!

Pump: if you were a nicer sister-

Susie: DON’T YOU DARE PIN THIS ON ME! I DIDN’T MAKE YOU BE FRIENDS WITH A SADISTIC LITTLE NUTCASE! I DIDN’T MAKE YOU HARASS THE TOWN! I DIDN’T DO ANY OF THAT!

YOU DID! YOU AND THAT LITTLE DEMON!

Pump: he’s not-

Susie: How in the world did I get cursed with the most supid, selfish piece of trash like you for a brother?

Pump: *blows raspberry*

Susie:….I hate you.

Pump: *shocked*

Susie: *sniff* you’ve ruined my life. You’ve ruined anything I could have done with it. And you’ve ruined the rest of the family’s too. Next time you want to be stupid?

Leave us out of it.

/vpos

#this mafe me want to write my own version of an-#-argument between them.....#augh the siblings. who are allergic to happiness #“I'm just Pump's Sister. Not Susie.”#what if I cried #what then #Wicked Month AU

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cocoadraws · 1 year ago

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Dawn's stories in Welcome Home Actor AU chapter 1.

Dawn's First Day

Photo Caption: The poor Starbucks worker who has to make Wally Darlings drink.

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A few hours into the first day working for the Welcome Home Show Driving Crew and Dawn has already learned two very important lessons. One. Do not cross Wally Darling. Two. Being on the driving crew did not mean she only drove the limousines.

Four hours into the day and she has already gone to Starbucks, twice, for the very specific order of a venti vanilla crème Frappuccino with three pumps of caramel syrup, three pumps of toffee nut syrup, two pumps of brown sugar syrup, a good amount of whipped cream, topped with caramel drizzle and chestnut praline topping. As well as going to a mom and pop shop of a diner five miles away for a hotdog with no bun or ketchup, mustard and relish on the side. She has also moved stage props to help out, and somehow ended up roped into returning a child who got lost during a tour of the studio to their parents.

Now she was ordered to follow Mr Darling around like a puppy on a three foot leash. When he suddenly stopped and turned to her with an almost sour look on his face to ask a question it really was a surprise.

"What do you hope to gain by working here?"

She pauses for a second before answering. "I really just wanted to help make people happy. Children, teens. Anyone who sees your show or you and it helps them smile... But I don't like being in front of the camera. So I'd rather be in the background helping." She smiles slightly at him after speaking.

He does not smile back. "That's nice. I'm sure the children would be very happy to have someone else who genuinely cares about their feelings. The show is a big part of a lot of people's lives. Sometimes, it's the only good thing they have." He looks down for a second. "This show means a lot to me. I want children all over the world to have something that can give them joy… Something that reminds them what home feels like."

"Yeah.... Me too." Dawn nods, understanding the sentiment. She had grown up in a bad background, and when finally delivered from that she was adopted. Now she just wanted to help people have something that felt safe and loving. "I've always really admired that about your show. It reminds people that there's good in the world and themselves."

Wally nods in appreciation of the kind comment. His expression becomes more serious and he turns and faces her. "Well, Dawn… Let me give you some advice."

"Of course Mr. Darling. I'll take any advice I can get." She chirps brightly.

"Working here can get very stressful. It's not all hugs and smiles. Sometimes I become overwhelmed and can't handle it all. That's when things go wrong for the show and the children that watch it. You have to be a strong person to handle this job and I'm not sure if you can." He says very bluntly. "Are you sure you can handle this job?"

She crouches down to be on his level, smiling sweetly. "I have been through hell and back. I'm not going to let a job be what breaks me in this life. So yes... I can handle this job." She says in a bright voice that doesn't quite match up with the dark words.

Wally seems slightly shocked and impressed. He looks her up and down before smiling. "Very well. I expect great things from you. Now let's go… I'm starving."

And off he goes again with Dawn trailing after him awaiting his next food order. That is the most the star speaks to her outside of very specific food orders or directions to a place all day. She doesn't really mind, though by the time she finally has the hot pink limousine parked in its garage she finds herself exhausted. The night is far from over though, as her phone has just started ringing. Ethyl's picture pops up on the screen. Dawn answers it.

"Hi mom…" She pauses listening to her adoptive mother for a few moments. "Yeah I'll be right over. Don't worry."

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Welcome Home Actor AU belongs to @frillsand and this story is not indicative of how their characters actually act. Thank you.

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autistic-android42 · 25 days ago

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I’m going to be completely real with y’all, my biggest issue with most right wing dipshits is their complete inability to mind their own fucking business. Like, they are so fucking obsessed with what other people are doing with their own bodies it is so fucking annoying. Like, even if being gay actually WAS a choice I honestly could not give less of a shit what some dudes were doing in the privacy of their own homes. As long as both parties are consenting adults I legitimately don’t care.

Honestly the only part of their whole being obsessed with other people’s choices thing makes any sense to me is when it comes to the whole trans thing. Because like, they are wrong obviously but I can actually understand where (some) of them are coming from. Given all the propaganda they’re exposed to, and the other more reasonable fears a parent has about what could happen too their children it’s really not a stretch for a parent who is already worried about their kid being kidnapped and/or molested to buy the fear mongering that is constantly pumped out by the media. Maybe that’s why I have a little more patience with anti-trans people I actually meet. It’s a lot easier to explain to someone that trans people aren’t trying to mutilate and molest their children than it is to explain that gay people don’t go to hell. For one thing, with trans people it’s a lot easier to get past the religious propaganda aspect of the argument once you point out that “god doesn’t make mistakes” and “a person can be born in the wrong body” aren’t mutually exclusive. Literally all you have to do is point out that birth defects are a thing, and say something to the effect of “if god can decide a baby should be born missing an arm why is it so hard to believe god could also decide to have one be born with a different gender than their body” I actually got through to someone with that exact argument once, but I still can’t think of a better rebuttal for the gay thing than “if you like biblical literalism so much then wearing mixed fiber clothes is just as much a sin as gay sex” and obviously that one isn’t actually going to convince someone to stop being a dick to gay people.

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briamichellewrites · 9 months ago

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Chester was super pumped up about his dinner date with Bria. Sam let him go. He kissed her cheek and then thanked her. Jon was hanging out with Phoenix and Jason for the night. He wasn’t attracted to Jason like he was with Phoenix. If he wasn’t dating his boyfriend, he would bring him upstairs and undress him. But, he was. They were having fun together talking and laughing, while making dinner. They also gossiped about his band. They suspected Mike and Bria were dating.

Or at least hooking up. He was always over there. Was Jason going to ask him? Hell no! Whatever his brother was doing, it was none of his business. Phoenix laughed. What about if he asked him? He could do that.

Phoenix knew she had gone out on a date with Joe that hadn’t gone well. Why? What happened? From what he heard from Mike, he had been so nervous he talked to her about video games. She supposedly was patient with him and pretended to be interested in what he was saying. But, Mike had to tell him that girls were not interested in hearing about video games.

He thought the story was cute when he heard it. She invited him to hang out with her and Mike occasionally. Bria was a free spirit. She did whatever she wanted and she didn’t care what anyone thought about it. Jon agreed she had been like that since she was a child. She was the kind of child who wasn’t afraid of anything. When they went outside to play, she would be on the ground talking to the ants like they were her friends.

At five years old, she could jump off the highboard at the pool. Other children her age were too afraid to do it, but she got in line with the older children and adults. He thought she would chicken out but she jumped. She thought it was the most fun thing she ever did. How tall was it? It was about nine feet. He and her parents brought her to an amusement park.

She wanted to ride the roller coasters but she was too small. There was nothing she was afraid of. It drove him and her parents crazy because they constantly had to watch her. As she got older, that fearlessness helped her get in front of a crowd of people and perform. Whether it was playing the piano or guitar; singing, dancing, or acting. Jason asked if it was true she could play music by ear. Yes, she could. She could also sing on key at a very early age. Wow! He was impressed!

“My mother called her Shirley Temple because she was so adorable. It doesn’t surprise me at all she’s a performer because that’s what she was born to do.”

The paparazzi caught her holding onto Chester’s arm while walking to the restaurant from her car. It looked like he was making her laugh. He was being his goofy self. She shared his inappropriate sense of humor, so they were joking around. Before going in, he put out his cigarette in a designated area. He had taken a shower and made himself look good before leaving.

He wanted to hook up with her. Yes, he was married but he was always looking at other women. His marriage wasn’t going well, so he wanted to find love with another woman. Sam just didn’t understand what was going on in his brain and he was tired of explaining himself to her. He loved her but he had a feeling they were going to get divorced. Another thing that was ruining his marriage was his drug addiction. He was trying to stay sober, but he couldn’t.

He had two children but they weren’t enough to help him quit. Drugs helped turn off the pain. He felt like Bria would understand. During dinner, they talked and gossiped like two old ladies. He asked her about her relationship with Mike. There wasn’t one. He was just a friend. Were they hooking up? They did that once or twice but he had yet to ask her to be his girlfriend.

Did she want him to ask her? Yes, but she wasn’t going to wait for him.

When they got back to her place, they went inside her bedroom. She pulled the curtains closed as he took off his shirt. He kissed her when she got back. She could feel his lip ring. He needed to feel and taste her. After removing their clothes, he laid her down on the bed before getting on top. She ran her fingers down his chest while opening her legs. He came in between them and started moving.

Phoenix could see that though Jon was genuinely happy for him, he wanted to make love to him again. He loved Jason and didn’t want to cheat on him. Mike would absolutely kill him for hurting his little brother. At the same time, he loved Jon and always would. If he could clone himself, he would. A threesome? That was the idea floating inside his and Jason’s minds. They had a foursome with Brad and Rob. Why not them and Jon?

He laughed and admitted he wasn’t that adventurous. They assured him he could say no. He laughed again before saying yes. They went over rules and boundaries, so everyone was on the same page. Once they all gave consent, they went into Phoenix’s bedroom.

Chester loved being inside her. He rolled over to his back and she sat up, so she was straddling him. Oh, fuck yeah! He groaned before sitting up. She ran her fingers through his hair. Harder. She grabbed a bunch of his hair and pulled. Harder. He groaned again before kissing her. Ride me. He felt like he had died and gone to heaven. His body needed her.

He kissed her neck as his hands felt her chest. Everything about her was perfect. He didn’t want to leave her body. Before he knew it, he was emptying himself inside her. They caught their breath before she got off of him. Fuck! He needed that! They both got up and got dressed. He kissed her one last time before they went downstairs. It was the best night in a very long time! He was in love with her. Okay, maybe that was an exaggeration but he could make love to her forever.

Jon was in bed with Jason and Phoenix. They were exhausted but satisfied. Phoenix was in the middle between them. He kissed Jon before turning around and kissing Jason.

When he got back to Bria’s, he kissed her. Yes, he had rinsed out his mouth before. She jokingly gave him a lecture on being careful because of HIV. He told her she was too young to be giving her a lecture. She laughed and he wrapped his arms around her. They went upstairs to her bedroom after she took her medications.

It was around nine in the evening. They fell asleep together. Well, she fell asleep. He stayed up thinking about being with Jason and Phoenix. The only reason why he agreed to the threesome was because Phoenix wanted it. He had every opportunity to say no. Even though he had fun, he was regretting it. He just wanted to be with his boyfriend alone. But his boyfriend had a boyfriend. Would he do it again? No. He reminded himself to get tested when he got home.

Eventually, he drifted off to sleep. The next morning, he was awoken to hear her throwing up. Baby? He got up and walked over to the bathroom. Baby? He heard the sound of the toilet flushing and then the sound of water running. The door was unlocked, so he opened it. Bria? She turned around and looked at him. Was she okay? She didn’t know. Are you pregnant? She hoped not.

“Who’s the father?”

“I don’t know, Jon. I don’t know.”

He pulled her into a hug. She would have to go get a pregnancy test. They could talk about that after breakfast. She nodded before going to the closet to change clothes. He truly hoped she wasn’t pregnant because there was no way in hell she could take care of a baby. If she was, he would encourage her to find out who the father was and give him custody. One step at a time, Jon. One step at a time.

@zoeykaytesmom @feelingsofaithless @alina-dixon

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thetravelerwrites · 4 years ago

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Urgan (Orc)

Rating: Mature Relationship: Male Human/Male Orc Additional Tags: Exophilia, Monster Boyfriend, Orc, Male Reader, MLM, Gay Reader, Football Captain, College, Friends to Lovers Content Warnings: Alcohol Poisoning, Children, Kids, Pregnancy, Unwanted Pregnacy, Mention of Abortion, College Drop-Out, Strong Language, Drug Use, Angst, Super Angst, ALL THE ANGST Words: 4385

A super duper angsty commission by the wonderful @severedreamerbeard! Urgan is the captain of his college football team and all around cool dude. He's an extremely reliable guy with his whole life ahead of him... until the woman he's been dating winds up pregnant, which turns his entire world upside down. The reader, Urgan's best friend, tries to help as much as he can while watching Urgan's life fall apart. Please reblog and leave feedback!

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Urgan had been your best friend since preschool. You were human and he was an orc, but you were both jocks growing up, both in sports, both athletic. He’d been there with you through all the major events in your life. He was there when your parents divorced, when you came out as gay in middle school, and when the teammates who had once been friends started bullying you because of it. He was always there.

You hoped you had been as good a friend to him as he had been to you. You were there when his dad died, when his mom remarried someone he hated, and when his highschool sweetheart cheated on him. After all that, the two of you were closer than brothers.

College life was easier on both of you. You both had gotten a sports scholarship and found a friend group that was a lot of fun to hang out with. Parties were epic, classes were less so, but you were living the life and loving every second of it.

Then it changed. Not for everyone, not even for you. Or at least, it didn’t have to. You could have made different choices. It would have been far easier if you had, you were sure. But…

“How long have you been dating Kelly?” You asked him over a beer. The two of you were sitting out on the front porch of a house party currently in full swing.

“Who?” He snorted, half-asleep. He’d pulled an all-nighter the day before preparing for his psych exam.

“Kelly,” You said, pointing into the open door at the girl wearing a halter with a half-empty vodka bottle in her hand, some of which she’d spilled on her chest, grinding on another girl who was sucking the vodka off of her clavicle.

“I wouldn’t say we’re ‘dating’,” He replied, throwing back a large swig of his beer. “Fucking, yes. I’m not trying to date anyone right now. I don’t have the time.” He threw his beer bottle into a large trash barrel and stood up. “Where’s Derek? He owes me fifty bucks.”

“For what?” You asked, standing up and following him through the house. He slapped Kelly’s ass as he passed her on the way inside, and she laughed.

“I borrowed it to buy coke three weeks ago,” He said.

“Didn’t he almost OD?” You asked.

“Yeah, but that ain’t my fault, I want my money,” Urgan said, muscling his way through the crowd.

“Don’t be an asshole, bro,” You said, still following him.

“I’m not being an asshole! It’s not like he learned anything, I bet you five bucks he’s doing coke right now.”

“Yeah, I’m not taking that bet,” You laughed. “I don’t know of a time when he’s not on coke. I think he was high when we first met.”

“That’s my point. You know I’m cool about that stuff normally, but it’s affecting his performance on the field,” Urgan grumbled. “I’m team captain, and if he doesn’t straighten up, I have to kick him off the team, friend or not. We lost to E.U. because of him.”

You grimaced. E.U. had been your school’s rival for generations. The loss hurt and was a huge blow to Urgan. It didn’t help that it was televised nationally.

“If you kick him off the team, the other guys will be pissed,” You reasoned.

“I know that,” He said grumpily. “But managing the team internally is my job. If I don’t do something about it, coach will either demote me or kick me off with him for not handling it when I should have. I can’t afford to lose my scholarship over some douchebag’s coke habit.” He made his way into the garage at the opposite end of the house and smacked a seated Derek on the back of the head. “Hey, Derek! Money! Now!”

“Dude, back off!” Derek protested. “I’ll get it to you when I get it, damn!”

“Not good enough,” Urgan said, kicking the mirror that was in front of Derek. Powder went flying.

“Hey!” Derek said, standing up and taking a swing at Urgan. Urgan ducked and caught Derek’s arm, pinning it behind him. He was always quick.

“Quit the coke or quit the team,” Urgan said, snarling. “We’re not losing another game because you’re too high to play.”

“The fuck are you talking about, man?” Derek said, struggling. “Don’t blame that shit on me! It’s not my fault you can’t organize your team!”

“I’m serious, dude,” Urgan said, pushing Derek to the ground. “I’m not getting punished for you. Straighten up or fuck off.”

“Suck my dick, asshole,” Derek said. He jerked his chin at you. “Or get your boyfriend to do it.”

Words like that were water off your back at this point, but it always riled Urgan up. You could already see him tensing.

“Let it go, dude,” You said, pulling him back. “Derek, seriously, you’re bringing the whole team down. Lay off the drugs, at least until after the championship.”

“Get the fuck out of my house if you’re going to act all high and mighty,” Derek said, pushing past you. “And you can forget that fifty bucks. It’s all over the ground now.”

Urgan’s fists were balled up and he was breathing hard.

“He’s not going to stop,” Urgan said.

“Come on, dude,” You said, smacking him on the shoulder. “You’re not going to accomplish anything here. Take it to the field. Show him why you’re captain.”

“I guess,” He said. “I’m hungry, man, let’s grab something.”

“Sure,” You said. “Kelly’s coming over to your place after the party, though, right?”

“Yeah, but she won’t be any shape to do anything but sleep. She knows where the key is, she’ll be fine.”

Finals were coming up, and most people were holed up in their rooms or dorms studying. Urgan was a decent student and never really worried about tests, though you hadn’t heard from him in a couple of days, which was odd. He could have been working a lot; he had a part-time job to pay for his own studio apartment. He said the dorms were too small for him.

“Urgan? No, I haven’t seen him in a week.” Joey said. Joey was a coworker from the bar where Urgan worked and also an ex-boyfriend of yours. You bumped into him at the university’s library while looking for Urgan. Urgan hadn’t answered his door when you went to check on him, so you figured he had to be here.

“Is he sick?” You asked, taking out your phone. You’d texted him awhile ago and you saw that he had seen it, but he hadn’t responded.

“I dunno,” Joey said. “All I know is that he asked the boss for some personal time. It could just be finals getting to him.”

You frowned. “Hmm… I’m going back to his apartment. He’s never been this quiet before. Something’s not right.”

“Tell him to come back to work. All the girls try to flirt with me when he’s not there. I need him to be my shield.”

You laughed and waved him off, heading out.

“Urgan!” You called, knocking insistently on his door. “Open the door! Are you alright?”

No answer. Frustrated, you got the spare key that was hidden in a slit of the doormat and unlocked the door. His apartment was dark and looked normal. Urgan was a fairly tidy guy, and nothing was really out of place.

“Urgan!” You called again, walking around the partition that obscured his bed. There he was, passed out on top of his blankets. There were empty bottles of liquor everywhere. Your heart stopped.

“Oh, fuck, please don’t be dead,” You said, crawling on the bed to slap him in the face. “Urgan, wake up!” His skin was cold, which scared the shit out of you, but after a minute feeling for a pulse on his neck you found a heartbeat, and you could see him breathing very slowly, so at least he was alive. But he wasn’t responding to your attempts to rouse him.

“Shit.” You took out your phone and called and called emergency services.

“911, what’s the nature of your emergency?”

“Hey, I need an ambulance, I think my friend has alcohol poisoning.” You said quickly, hoping it was intelligible, and gave them the address.

“Okay, sir, how long has this been going on?”

“I’m not sure, I just found him. I haven’t heard from him in days. He’s got a pulse, but he won’t wake up.”

“Is he cold to the touch?”

“Yes.”

“Is he breathing?”

“Slowly, but yes.”

“Can you make sure his airway is clear?”

You put the phone down and opened his mouth. There didn’t seem to be anything in the way.

“It’s clear,” You said.

“Alright, sir, I’ve got an ambulance on the way. Do me a favor and turn him on his side and bend the leg that’s on the top. Keep his airway clear and keep an eye on his breathing.”

“Okay,” You said, doing as the operator said and trying to keep calm.

The ambulance arrived within minutes, and after several moments of the EMTs attempting to wake him and failing, they loaded him in the rig. You were able to ride with him to the hospital. They took you both to a room, and you stood back as they began hooking Urgan up to all sorts of tubes and wires. They put a tube in his mouth because his breathing was weak and slowing down. They put him on a heavy saline drip and debated whether or not to pump his stomach. Eventually, they left him to rest and you sat with him.

“What the fuck is happening with you, man?” You asked him quietly as he slept.

Eventually, you fell asleep, and when you woke up, they were taking the air tube out of his throat. Urgan was awake and groaning in discomfort as it was removed.

“Dude, what the hell?” You said, standing up.

His eyes were bloodshot and he looked extremely sick, but at least he was awake. He waited for the doctors and the nurses to leave so that it was just you and him before he answered you.

“Kelly’s pregnant,” He said hoarsely. “It’s mine. She’s sure of it.”

“Oh, shit,” You said, sitting back down in the chair next to him. “I thought you used protection.”

“I do,” He said in frustration. “The condom must have broken or something. She told me she was on the pill. I don’t know what happened. I’m so fucking screwed.”

“You may not be,” You said, trying to comfort him, but you knew he was right. Being team captain meant that you put the team before everything. If you had another priority, you couldn’t be team captain. Not to mention the scandal of having a kid during the height of his college career would destroy his reputation and make him seem irresponsible. A baby right now was going to ruin him.

“Don’t bullshit me. I can’t show my face at school. Coach is going to kick my ass as soon as he finds out. My life is over.”

“Don’t talk like that, man,” You said. “What’s Kelly saying about all this? Has she told anyone?”

“No, not yet,” He said, covering his eyes. “Well, she hadn’t when I started drinking, but I don’t know if she has now.”

“She wants to keep it?”

“I don’t know. I didn’t get farther than ‘I’m having a baby and it’s yours’. And then I just started drinking and didn’t stop.”

“How far along is she?”

“Three months, she said.”

“How does she know it’s yours?”

“I was the only person she was sleeping with at the time. We were thinking about dating seriously, but it didn’t work out that way.”

“Do you believe that?”

“I don’t know. We’ll find out, I guess.”

You frowned deeply. “She’s… been partying pretty hard in the last three months.”

Urgan rubbed his face. “I know. I’m scared shitless the kid is going to be born fucked up.”

“Do you… think you can talk her into giving it up? For adoption, I mean? She doesn’t seem like mom material.”

“I don’t know,” He said. “I don’t know what she’ll do.”

“What about…” You hesitated to mention it. “What about an abortion?”

“That’s her decision,” He said vaguely. “It’s her body.”

“Do you want me to talk to her?”

“No, don’t,” He said. “I’ll do it when I’ve got my head on right.”

“Dude, look where you are right now,” You said, gesturing vaguely. “Let me at least call her.”

He sighed. “Fine.”

You took Urgan’s phone, which was in his back pocket when he was brought in, and called Kelly. She was surprised to hear about Urgan’s condition and said she’d come up to the hospital.

She arrived an hour later and you gave them some privacy to talk. It was a while, so you went to grab a soda. When you came back, Kelly was leaving with tears on her face. You went in and saw Urgan sitting up in bed. His eyes were red from crying.

“Hey man, are you okay?”

“No,” He said, wiping his face and sniffing. “She’s going to keep it. I’m leaving school.”

“What?” You said, coming around. “What are you talking about?”

“I’m gonna finish out the semester but I’m leaving before the baby is born. I have to find a better job. I’m hoping I can come back when the baby is a bit older, like when they start school or something, and finish my degree.”

“But you only have a year left! Are you sure this is what you want to do?”

“No!” He shouted. “I don’t want to leave school! I’ve been dreaming of this scholarship since I was a kid! It was my dad’s dream! But I’m not going to be a deadbeat! I have to find a decent job before the baby is born. I don’t have a choice.”

You were stunned to silence and just listen to him breathe through his tears.

“Are you and Kelly staying together?”

“Fuck no,” He said vehemently. “We both know that would be stupid. She’s going to stay in school as long as she can. She’s supposed to be due in winter sometime, so I should have enough saved up by then to give her for the baby, to make sure they’re comfortable.” He scowled. “I’m sure Derek is going to be thrilled. I can just see the look on his face now.”

“Don’t worry about that jackass,” You said. “Dude, I… Is there anything I can do to help out?”

He shook his head. “Kelly and I are going to keep this quiet until the end of the semester so that we don’t have to deal with anyone bullshit. After that, we’ll start telling people.”

“You’re not going to tell your mom?”

“Not yet. I can’t face her yet. She’s going to be so disappointed in me.” His tears began to fall again, and all you could do was put a hand on his shoulder and be there for him.

“I won’t say anything to anyone,” You told him. “I’m still your best friend, no matter what. If you need anything, you know I got you.”

“Thanks, man,” He said, his voice breaking.

Urgan finished out school as he planned, barely scraping a passing grade, and then notified everyone that he wouldn’t be returning. As expected, his coach was furious, his mom was disappointed, and the team was dumbfounded. Derek was the only person who seemed to be enjoying the situation.

During summer, he asked for an amniocentesis, both to prove whether or not Urgan was the father, and also to check for any genetic conditions, since Kelly’s family had a history of genetic diseases. Urgan was hoping that she was lying about only sleeping with him around the time she conceived and that he would wind up not the father so he could go back to school, but the test was conclusive. The baby was his.

Urgan found work pretty quickly at a seafood processing plant near town. It was grueling work and it didn’t pay much, but it was a full-time job and had healthcare benefits, which was the best he could hope for in these circumstances. He began saving immediately to buy clothes and diapers for his kid, which he recently found out was a little girl, and was in frequent contact with Kelly. He didn’t attend any of the doctor’s visits at Kelly’s request. Not that he wanted to be there in the first place.

You continued with college and partied like a normal college guy, stayed on the football team, and was promoted to captain. Urgan seemed happy for you and gave you pointers on leadership. If he resented you for it, he gave no sign.

Many of Urgan’s old friends, mostly team members, dropped him immediately. They no longer invited him to parties or events, and when you mentioned inviting him, they shot you down. As far as you knew, the only one who still stood by him was you, and you couldn’t be there as much as you wanted to as you now had responsibilities with the team.

Even still, if he called, you dropped what you were doing and went over. You promised you’d be there, and you were going to keep that promise. He was your best friend and you were going to stand with him. No matter what.

Urgan’s daughter, Roga, was born in November. She was small, even for a half-orc. You were there in the waiting room for the birth with the grandparents. It might have been your presence that stopped them from being at each other’s throats; the animosity in the air was palpable. Kelly’s dad was there, looking not-best-pleased at Urgan’s mom, despite her being nearly twice his size, but no harsh words were said.

Urgan came out in the full paper surgical outfit, holding the baby. He even seemed happy.

“Here she is,” He said, holding her out for the grandparents to see.

“Oh, isn’t she precious,” Urgan’s mom, Reana, said. “She’s got your eyes, Urg.”

“Yeah,” He said, smiling. “She looks a bit like dad, don’t you think?”

“She does!” Reana said brightly. “That nose definitely looks like his.”

The grandparents took turns holding the baby, and then went in to see the mother.

“Hey,” Urgan said to you, the only one left in the room. “Do you want to hold her?”

You chuckled nervously. “I dunno, man, I’ve never held a baby.”

“Neither have I, before today,” He said. “You don’t have to. I just wanted to offer since everyone else got to.”

“Yeah, but they’re family.”

“You’re family, too,” He said, looking at you like you were being an idiot.

You smiled a little and held out your arms, and Urgan carefully lay the baby into them. She was small and squishy and her face was all wrinkly. Babies all looked like potatoes to you. But she reached out and yawned and grabbed at your hand, and you couldn’t help but smile.

“She’s cute,” You said, letting her grip your finger.

“Yeah,” He said, grinning.

“How’s Kelly?”

“She hates my guts, but she’s okay.” Urgan reached out to take the baby, and you handed her over. “I should take Roga back. The lactation specialist wants to work with her.”

“I didn’t know there was a such thing as a lactation specialist,” You said with a laugh.

“Oh, yeah,” Urgan said. “The last nine months have been extremely informative.”

You snorted. “I bet.”

He took the baby back to Kelly and you sat in the waiting room, feeling a little awkward. Why were you here? You weren’t really family. You knew you were supporting Urgan, but… he didn’t really need you there right now. He seemed fine. Happy even, considering the circumstances. Maybe… maybe you should go. You really didn’t belong here.

You texted Urgan to let him know something had come up and to call you if you needed him, and he told you that it was okay, and to be careful going home. As you left, you sighed in relief. But you also felt a little guilty.

Six months later was graduation. You finished top of your class and made valedictorian. You knew that if Urgan had still been in school, he’d have gotten that honor, but…

Urgan didn’t come to graduation, and you understood why. Kelly crossed the stage and accepted her diploma, and you couldn’t help feel a little resentful at her, despite the fact that it wasn’t her fault that Urgan wasn’t there, either. They really had done everything they were supposed to do--used protection, used birth control, was careful--but things just happen sometimes. Even still, it felt like Urgan was the one who had sacrificed the most and had gotten nothing in return.

You managed to get a job at an accounting firm almost immediately after graduation. It was a boring job but the money was good. You were hoping it would be a stepping stone to a better career later.

Since getting the job, you hadn’t really seen or spoken to Urgan much. You were still his best friend, but… you had your own life to live. You felt guilty about it, but your world couldn’t stop just because his had.

Urgan was still working at the fish processing plant, working long hours to support Roga. Urgan was basically paying Kelly’s rent and bills plus everything Roga needed for both homes, since he took her on the weekends from Friday night to Monday morning, when he dropped her off on the way to work.

However, a month after graduation, Urgan called you in a panic.

“Kelly’s gone,” He said. “She’s left. I got a text from her saying she’s gone to Canada.”

“What?” You asked in disbelief. “Did she take Roga?”

“No, I’ve got her here.” He said, his voice shaking. “When she texted me, I was scared she had run off with the baby, but she left Roga with her stepdad. I just picked her up and I’m bringing her back home with me.”

You felt terrible for hoping Kelly had taken Roga with her to Canada. Even though you knew it wasn’t Roga’s fault, all you wanted was for Urgan’s life to go back to normal. You just wanted him to have the things he should have had if Roga hadn’t been born. And you hated yourself for thinking that.

“Are you okay?”

“I don’t know,” He said. He sounded extremely distressed. “Can you meet me at my apartment, please? I need someone to talk to. You’re all I have left.”

“Yeah, of course, I’ll be right there,” You said, picking up your keys.

“Thank you,” He said, and then hung up. He was audibly crying.

You made it to Urgan’s apartment before he did, and you saw him step out of the elevator carrying a ton of baby stuff in one arm and hauling Roga in her carseat in the other.

“Can you take her, please?” Urgan said. He looked pale and in shock.

“Yeah, of course,” You said, taking her carrier and looking inside. She was sleeping with a stuffed griffon clutched in her baby hands. “Is she okay?”

“I think so,” He said, unlocking his door. His apartment was strewn with kid stuff. It was so much different than the last time you’d seen it.

“I’m sorry about the mess,” He said, dropping the load he was carrying in the middle of the floor.

“Dude, I don’t care about the mess, are you okay?” You asked.

“I…” He ran his fingers through his hair. He was visibly shaking. “I don’t know if I can do this alone. I had accepted being a dad, but I don’t know if I can be… the only parent. I… I don’t know any babysitters for when I’m working. I don’t… is she off breastmilk? When was her last check up? When is she supposed to see the doctor again? Kelly didn’t tell me those things because I.. I figured she had it handled. I was making sure they had everything they needed. I didn’t think I’d…”

“Okay, calm down,” You said. “Roga is fine. You can find all of that stuff out. I’ll help, I’ll help however I can, okay?”

“Okay,” He said, sitting on his couch heavily. “Okay.” He reached down into her carseat and unstrapped her, putting her against his shoulder, clutching her as if she was a warm stone and he was freezing. He was certainly shaking like he was.

This was the first time you’d seen Roga since she was born. Now that she’d had a chance to grow, she did look a lot like Urgan. It made you feel worse for resenting her.

“Look, can you watch her for a few minutes?” He asked suddenly. “I’m almost out of formula and I didn’t expect to have her right now. I was going to go Thursday to stock up. I don’t want to run out.”

“I…” You hesitated.

“Please,” He begged quietly. “Please. Ten minutes. I promise.”

You sighed. “Okay.”

He transferred Roga from his shoulder to yours. Uncertainly, you gripped her firmly.

“I’ll be right back, I promise,” Urgan said, and he was out the door.

There was a rocking bassinet near Urgan’s bed behind the divider, and you settled Roga in it, staring down at her peacefully sleeping form.

“I wish I didn’t hate you,” You told her, tears welling up in your eyes and falling down your cheeks. “But you took everything from him. I know it’s not your fault, but it doesn’t change anything. He’ll never be the man he should have been because of you.”

Roga sighed in her sleep and snugged into her bed without waking. You did nothing but sit on Urgan’s bed and stare at her the entire time Urgan was gone, allowing yourself to hate her and Kelly and the team at school and everyone who turned their back on Urgan when he needed them the most. When Urgan returned, your tears had dried, and you left.

Roga was still sleeping.

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miiilowo · 1 year ago

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hey you realize i can read your reblog right. i wasnt saying half the shit you put in here, i do think hes an irredeemable abusive asshole, so dont insult me and boil down my interpretation of him down to "tumblr sexyman who can do no wrong", thanks.

first off, this whole, general post, isn't worded very well, mostly because i am/was irritated at the shitty writing this series does have and always has had. its great that you managed to piece together whatever the hell this is back in 2015, thats fantastic, good for you! that doesn't change that to me, and to an extremely large portion of the fanbase, this felt very badly done and phoned in because the amount of clues that Were dropped (if you can even say they were actual clues at all) were far and few inbetween, and wouldn't lead someone to believe that william is pumping hallucinogenic fear gas into his childrens bedrooms. when you set up shit in a certain way, people are going to believe that Thats What The Story Is, because thats typically how storytelling. yknow. works. this isnt some masterful plot twist, hell, this isnt even point a to point b. ive always thought that the "closed due to leaks" thing was william trying to cover his ass because an animatronic he built MURDERED HIS OWN CHILD and he was attempting to come up with an excuse/a coverup. a lot of other people Also thought this. it's not an out there assumption to make, and acting like people are stupid for not managing to get "fear gas chambers" from "closed due to leaks" just doesnt seem fair to me lmfao

second of all, it wasnt a silly headcanon i came up with and got MAD that scott would DARE to interfere with MY AFTON that he cared for his children, it was based off evidence that was given to us in the games, because william afton in The Games is different to william afton in The Books. not everything is going to line up. for example, in the books, he sedated/put the kids to sleep before killing them, which would demonstrate a level of care of some kind, or at least a lack of complete cruelty when it comes to the murders. but i dont think he did that when he killed charlie outside in the rain. do you understand what im getting at? their characterization isnt identical in a manner of ways, and since i apparently wasnt Smart Enough and i was too absorbed in my "uwu tumblr sexyman afton" interpretation to get scotts supposedly master plan correct or whatever, i interpreted the following as him (though in a fucked up helicopter parent sort of way) trying to keep an eye on and protect his children while he was busy working because hes a neglectful piece of shit:

security cameras all over the house and in bedrooms

circus baby being modeled after elizabeth, and william repeatedly telling elizabeth to stay away from circus baby, presumably because he didnt want her to get hurt (i dont think this is an insane leap of logic to make either)

the fredbear plushie being a way to monitor evan specifically as he is constantly terrified (among other things regarding his own motives)

generally, i dont think someone who essentially founded chuck e cheese would hate children, let alone his own kids

your argument includes the fact that someone who loves their kids wouldn't do any of these things. this isnt true. someone whos a Good Parent wouldnt do these things. someone whos a Bad parent but still loves their kids to some degree might. theres a big difference there. evil people have things they care about, and i personally think that having afton care about his children but being a bad parent who goes about it in a Bad Way is much more interesting than him just being some abusive dad lmfao. im not trying to make him cute or redeemable or whatever the fuck else you might think. it may not be the perfect unconditional love that Good Characters and Good People are capable of, but we are both well aware that he's neither of those things, yes?

while none of those things were stated as being outright canon ways he cared about his kids with afton turning to the camera and telling the reader that, it was still a theory of mine that got disrupted a bit, and i feel like being upset over something like that is fair. not to pull the "im literally neurodivergent and a minor" card, but FNAF and Namely william have been a special interest of mine (autism) for nearly 9 years now. im going to be a little bit sensitive about this kind of thing. especially when my favorite character of all time who i hold dearly to me gets a wrench thrown in what i thought was his characterization by shitty writing

everyone's interpretations of the timelines and characters differ, ive just been very frustrated that people keep acting like this was the plan the whole time and shitting on people who got upset about it. scotts been phoning it in for the whole 9 years hes been making fnaf, but youd think at this point maybe, just maybe, they'd learn when to leave things behind. apparently not. (for the record, i do think it was michael in fnaf 4, and i thought it was likely the illusion discs if not a nightmare induced by the guilt of killing his younger brother. having it be the nightmare option is more compelling to me as well, considering it, oh, i dunno, Gives The Protagonist Motivation And Depth, but i guess we should throw that out the window too since everyone knew this was coming and 95% of the fanbase just happened to miss it)

honestly? im mostly irritated by the fear gas stuff because if its actual intention is to explain fnaf 4, then my main reasoning for why william actually cared about his kids in the game canon is out the window. if people are correct, and the monitors didnt exist to watch them to make sure they were safe (considering he was never home or working on shit relating to his career) but Instead existed to monitor them when their rooms were being pumped with fucking. hallucinogenic gas. god. pulling my hair out

#sorry if this is an overreaction lol #its late. this is bothering me. and i hate nothing more than people discarding my interpretation of william as useless fluffy fandom fodder #i do actually care about him and resent the implication that im getting mad because my cute sexyman headcanon got disrupted or whatever #hes irredeemable. hes a piece of shit. i just like him to have depth and not be pure evil for the sake of it

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hirsheyskisses · 2 years ago

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oh my god, yes hello! so glad there’s other luxiem writers pumping out stuff. i know it’s hard within school, so don’t feel pressured. i do some partial, sfw fics with plot but nsfw is personally easier with my experience, and since they do get more interactions as well.

it is pretty embarrassing letting my mutuals know, “oh hey! i buy designer bags, make copious amounts of money, and write porn”. especially since there are some younger writers i give advice to and check up on, well, since the internet is rather dangerous from my experience.

sometimes friends aren’t enough, and children need adults. not necessarily to get close to them, but just to make sure the people and how they interact online is safe for them mentally.

i pretty much made an anonymous side blog for porn;; i tried pulling it up on my main and got embarrassed, and privated it right away. i feel more comfortable writing anonymously, but im going to be a bit real.

no one is going to fucking do anything about you posting porn online?? or whatever you post. if it doesn’t hurt anyone, fine! in the end, cyber bullying is just criticism from across the screen from strangers you couldn’t bother to care about. doxxing? i’ve been there before. honestly, if they even cared enough to buy a ticket? come over for a play date pussy. name calling, hate crimes, or whether insolent bullshit sent to you— nothing will affect you if you don’t let it.

— neptune, or @shus-armpit . i should reallyy change my irl because i made it while i was on something;; but it’s rather funny.

Yeah, classes are a pain in my rear. But they're fun in the end, just leave me with little free time. (I'm sure you know the drill- studying, then the actual-work, classtime, all that fun stuff.)

BENBHFNS, that's relatable. My irls don't even know i write this sort of stuff (they know I've been working on creative writing, since i scuddin suck-) but like. I can just imagine it: "Oh. Yeah i write fanfics-" "you.. you WHAT?"

But also, the internet is a dangerous place. I personally tend to avoid people too much younger than me (personal reasons- the few minors I interact with I'm either related to, know their parents, or for online it's maybe five minutes of interaction). But they do need adults, I agree with that- I remember when i was a kid/teen (in that general age range) i trusted most of the adults around me to help me grow. Hell, i still go to people older than me for advice. And especially now- I feel like kids are so, laxx on the internet. Just the other day I'd been playing a game that had side-chatrooms, yk i was vibing, and then this kid- just listed their age, dob, and pob and i just sat there dumbfounded, and had to explain like, "hey.. that's not ok" and the dangers of like, doing that stuff

But in all honesty- yeah.

I never was one that got affected by bullying- like, i was a weird kid i mean i still am, just not a kid anymore- idk. I just have this irrational fear of like, my friends finding me here (which, they could never. my username has literally NOTHING to do with my irl identity, an online friend gave me the name)

and yeah. if someone finna try and find me and fight me, let em come, like in reality why would someone be so desperate anyways, half the people who participate in cyber-bullying would never have the balls to say the things they say to someone face-to-face.

also, the name is perfect and very funny.

#talks w hiryur #neptune you're a cool person

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bbrandy2002 · 4 years ago

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Happy Birthday Burnsy!

The Country AU -- I'm Gonna Live Where The Green Grass Grows

Pairing: Drake x Alyssa, Liam x Riley, and a whole host of other TRR characters.

A/N: This was a silly little idea I had months ago for an AU built around the places and people where I grew up. I never had plans to actually write it, but I mentioned it to Burns, and well ... she wanted it lol so here we are. And she’s already read half of this and is the one who made the mood board for it and the song inspo hahaha. Thank you to @mskaneko for the edits of our OTP’s, and @charlotteg234 for pre-reading the first half of this.

Trigger warning: Gun usage, hunting, mild language ... I think that’s it

@burnsoslow

My dearest friend, when I think back at where we were one year ago, I can’t help but be reminded of the vastly different world we live in now. On February 5, 2020, there was no covid keeping us sheltered and fearful, families were complete, jobs were stable, and so many of the things we worried about then simply pale in comparison to now, Life wasn’t so bad. But here we are with all these new changes and mindsets. Through it all, one thing remained consistent: YOU. You have been my strength, my rock, the anchor that grounded me. We have cried together, laughed a lot together, worried for each other, and celebrated those small victories that were important to each other. And I get so happy when someone comments about how much they love the friendship between Riley and Alyssa because it's the most real part of Fearless. If anyone ever wanted to know what we’re like, it's all written out in that story. I’ve got your back, and you have mine. You’re my best friend and I just love the hell out of ya! I hope your birthday is amazing and that this fic is everything you wanted for this AU.

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On Sunday mornings in southern Georgia, you did one of two things: You woke up early for church services or woke up late to watch NFL football.

Some people figured out a long time ago how to do both.

Sitting in the back pew of the First Cordonian Church of Everlasting Peace, Alyssa Walker sat quietly with the sweetest southern belle smile, nodding her head along to the beautiful words spoken during Pastor Hakim’s sermon and hiding a pair of earbuds lodged in each ear.

She and her husband, Drake, had laid claim to the pew when they were teens trying to sneak a kiss or two during prayers. After ten years of marriage, they no longer needed to sneak kisses but stayed in that same seat, believing the biggest sinners should stay as far away from the minister as possible. Why be the barrier that may prevent the spirit from reaching the rest of the congregation? The couple felt it was the least they could do.

They were actually pretty good folks and well respected in their community. Alyssa had taught first grade for eight years at the local elementary school, where her two children, nine-year-old Audrey and six-year-old Patrick, also attended. Her best friend since third grade, Riley, was the art teacher there.

Drake worked nearby as the lead mechanic at Rys and Sons Chevrolet out on North Ramsford Avenue. Constantine had owned the auto dealership for 35 years before passing it down to his sons, Leo and Liam, when he ran for and became the town's mayor. Leo peaced out, heading to South Florida, while Liam took on the sole responsibility of ownership himself.

And while most people in this sleepy little town of Cordonia were Falcons fanatics, Alyssa grew up rooting for the team where her parents were born and raised before settling in Georgia as newlywed lawyers: The Chicago Bears.

With the game against the Packers blaring into her ear, she kept a keen eye on the rest of her fellow parishioners. When they clapped, she clapped. When they sang, she sang. She raised her hands in hallelujahs when they did. She had learned to read lips and could “Amen” and “Praise God” right on cue with the rest of them. All the while, she sat in contentment, listening to her weekly football games.

“The score with 14 seconds left in the second quarter is Chicago -- 14, Green Bay -- 17. The Bears have the ball on the 5-yard line. It’s third and goal. If Trubisky can score here, they’ll go into the locker room at halftime with a lead for the first time in this game, or possibly tie it all up with a field goal after this down. This is a huge, HUGE play, Jim ...”

Alyssa twined her fingers together and lowered her forehead onto them as she waited with bated breath for the announcer to call the play-by-play. As far as anyone else knew, she was praying fervently for the Hebrews crossing the parted Red Sea away from Pharoah's army that the pastor was chronicling.

“And here comes the snap. Trubisky backs up. He tosses to Robinson in the end zone. OHHH! So close… batted away by Alexender …”

“JESUS!” Alyssa yelled out in anger. With earbuds in, she didn’t realize how loudly that just came out of her mouth. Drake nudged her in the thigh. She glanced over at him for a second before he nodded to the 123 pairs of eyes that had all turned at once in her direction. It instantly dawned on her that everyone in the congregation heard the outburst.

Feeling the color drain from her face, Alyssa placed a hand over her chest and addressed, “I am soooo into this sermon, Hakim. Woohoo! Go, Jesus, go!” She pumped her fist in the air like she was rooting him on.

Drake dropped his face onto Patrick’s shoulder, who was sitting on his lap, to cover the incessant laughter that threatened to spill out of him. He was doing a terrible job of it, as a momentary burst of muffled snickers could be heard through the sound of the game playing in Alyssa’s ear. Her husband was nothing but a big kid himself -- she wouldn’t change that for anything.

“Mommy,” Audrey whispered next to her. “It’s about Moses. Not Jesus.”

Alyssa smiled, patting her daughter’s knee. “Same thing, baby. They both performed miracles.” She cut her eyes to the phone hidden under the cardigan draped across her thighs. “And the Bears need a miracle right now, guys,” she muttered, “Part those shithead Packer’s defensive line, Lord. It’s time to help my Bears get to the promised land.”

“Going for it on fourth down, Trubisky drops back. The Packer defense is putting a lot of pressure on the Bear’s offensive line. Every man is covered in the end zone. He has no one to throw to, Jim. They’re running out of time. Four seconds left. And, NOOO, they sack Trubisky on the 10-yard line … WAIT THE BALL IS LOOSE … THE BALL IS LOOSE ... he fumbled the ball. The Packers are scrambling to get it. There are green and white jerseys all over that ball. BUT LOOK … Green Bay’s Klark picks it up. He’s running the other way … and he just slipped … he just slipped, and the football fell right into the hands of Chicago’s Robinson --”

Alyssa grabbed Drake’s thigh, her fingers digging deeply with hope and panic. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” her stressed words weren’t audible to the crowd, but they were speaking volumes in her heart.

“--Robinson’s on the 20, now 15, he’s sweeping past the defense to the 10 -- 5 -- TOUCHDOWN, CHICAGO!!!”

"FUCK YES!" Alyssa jumped up, her arms outstretched in a V shape. “Hallelujah. Holy shit. Thank ya, Jesus.” She let out a huge sigh of relief, feeling nothing short of elated, not concerned in the slightest by the heads that twisted around again.

Hakim stood slack-jawed from the raised platform for a moment, his tallish physique slouching on the pulpit, before adjusting the microphone and clearing his throat deeply. "I'm certainly glad, Sister Alyssa is ... feeling the spirit this morning."

"I am feeling it, Brother Hakim," She shook her head profusely. "I. Am. Feeling it." She shot him a dimpled grin.

Drake snorted loudly, covering his face with one hand and grabbing the side of her dress to pull her back down with the other.

They turned to each other, neither one able to control the snickering and shaking of their bodies. Drake lifted a sleeping Patrick over his shoulder while Alyssa grabbed Audrey's hand; the Walker couple decided they were too immature for church this morning.

They laughed all the way to the parking lot.

"It's never a dull moment with you, baby girl," Drake chuckled, turning over the ignition.

"You know me …” She blew on her nails before rubbing them against her chest. “... just doing the Lord's work."

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It was customary in Cordonia for families to gather together each week for a big supper after church.

The Walkers traditionally took turns hosting with Liam and Riley, and Constantine and Regina. This week's meal was at the elder Ryses.

Sitting down at the dining room table, everyone licked their chops, hungry and ready to dig into all the made-from-scratch southern goodness Mrs. Regina had prepared: Fried chicken, mashed potatoes and gravy, coleslaw, macaroni and cheese, green beans with hamhock, corn-on-the-cob, deviled eggs, biscuits, sweet tea, and coffee. It was all accompanied by two containers of broccoli salad, Alyssa picked up from the Piggly Wiggly deli after church, and Riley's lopsided carrot cake.

There was always a lot of food, a lot of love, and what would it be in a small town without a little gossip here and there.

"Regina, you've outdone yourself on this meal," Liam raved while placing his five-month-old son in a high chair and fastening the clasps. "If it tastes as good as it smells, we're all in for a big treat."

Everyone agreed as she sat down, Constantine pushing her chair in with a peck to the top of her head. "Thank you, Liam." She looked up at her husband with a sincere smile, rubbing his arm. "Only the best for our family."

She meant every word of that as she and Constantine glanced around the table at all the cheerful faces of the people they loved most — that included Drake and his family.

Drake's father had been the sheriff for many years before his untimely death, while the younger Walker was a teen. Connie had never met a braver, more hard-working man than Jackson; the now mayor stepped in after that death to be the father figure in Drake's life. Drake was already best friends with Liam, and over time, the family just considered him one of their own. Drake and Alyssa's children referred to them as Mamaw and Papaw Rys.

As everyone settled in and passed the food around the table, the doorbell rang; 7-year-old Ellie -- Liam and Riley's oldest -- jumped up to answer it. With everyone focused on getting their helpings, Riley leaned over and whispered to Alyssa, "Any more scoop on Savannah?"

Alyssa passed the potatoes to her and answered in a hushed tone, "I drove past her house yesterday ... Chuck was there. His big rig was backed right up into the driveway. They're not even trying to hide it anymore."

"I knew it." Riley slapped a scoop of potatoes onto her plate, passing them across to Liam. "When does Bertrand get back from that Bankers Convention in Atlanta?"

"I think Max said on Tuesday. And I guarn-damn-tee, Chuck will be there until then."

"Of course he will. Have you told Drake yet?"

Alyssa shook her head, peeking over at her husband, who was in hog heaven, dousing everything on his plate with white gravy, blissfully unaware of their idle chitchat. She turned back to Riley. "Not yet. You know how protective he is. I'll need to hide the gun cabinet keys when he finds out ... if he finds out. You remember how upset he got when Bianca got caught at the Love's Truck Stop with Landon Ebrim over the summer. His mama can do what she wants, but not with a married man."

Riley agreed with a nod before taking a sip and swallowing her sweet tea. "Ya know, I've never seen sweet Emmaline that angry."

"Yeah, me neither. She sure whopped ass that day." They both giggled lightly. "Landon's dentures flew clean across that truck lot."

"I saw her the other day at the Food Lion, grinnin' like a baked possum. Got that ol' dog for everything he had."

Alyssa huffed, "Cept' his nuts."

Ellie ran back in and hopped in her chair. "Miss Olivia is here!"

Alyssa stiffened, clutching her fork a little tighter before letting out a faint groan. Not that she didn't like the Assistant Principal of Cordonia Elementary -- she was her boss, after all, and they grew up together -- she could just be a little off-putting, sometimes with her treatment of Drake. In light of Olivia's recent divorce, she had, however, started directing most of her scorn on her ex-husband, Anton.

Everyone greeted Olivia as she strolled in behind the youngster, shrugging her jacket off and tossing it on a counter with her purse. "I smelled your chicken and taters all the way from Lythikos Drive, Regina. You know how I love a good rib stickin' meal."

"Is Travis and Waylon here?" Patrick piped up eagerly from the children's table, hoping to have some boys to play with rather than the three little girls who kept ganging up on him.

Olivia pulled out a chair and started loading her plate down. "They're with their daddy this weekend, sugar. I'll tell them you asked about them."

Drake lifted his coffee mug, not making eye contact with anyone. "Speaking of ... I saw Anton yesterday at the Dollar Tree ... with someone." He smirked into his drink. While everyone else knew who and was trying to avoid the elephant in the room, he owed her for years of squabble.

"Who? Madeleine?" Olivia spat, adding heaping spoonfuls of sugar to her already overly sweetened tea. "Bless her rotten heart, he was seeing her before our break up. Moved in with her right after the divorce was final, so I hope she's enjoyed cookin' and cleanin' after my youngins' all weekend, cause she's gonna be doin it a hell of a lot more now that she got herself fired."

Madeleine was a bank teller in the drive-thru at First Cordonia and also Leo's ex-fiancee.

"Madeleine got fired?" Alyssa asked in surprise. "She's been there for years."

The redhead swirled the sugar around in her tea with a spoon before licking it off and continuing, "Mmm-hmm. Bertrand caught her on video, stuffing her gaudy drawers into the vacuum tubes at the bank and sending them to that bastard when he drove through to make a deposit. He was making deposits alright. Right between her scrawny, cankled ass --"

"Olivia!" Liam quickly interjected, knowing once she got going, it would likely turn R-rated with several little ears listening. "I'm dying to hear how the Christmas Festival for next Saturday is coming along." He shot a look across the table at Drake for getting her worked up. Drake simply grinned.

By late afternoon, supper had been eaten, dishes cleaned, and pants unbuttoned. After a couple of hours of chatting on the back porch and watching the kids play, the two younger couples packed up leftovers Regina insisted they take home and were ready to hit the road.

Liam and Riley lived next door and walked out with the Walkers who were making their way to the Tahoe parked on the street.

Alyssa bounced and cooed over baby Jacob before handing him back to Riley and getting into the vehicle's passenger seat.

Liam was leaning into the driver's side window, having a casual discussion with Drake about the opening day of deer season next Saturday and asking what time he wanted to head out.

Alyssa was half-listening and half-working the stereo when an idea popped into her head. "You know what would be fun?” Both men stopped talking and glanced over at her. “We should all go?”

Drake knit his brows. “Go where?

“Hunting. We can make it a double date. You and me, Riley and Liam. The great outdoors. Some quality time together. I’ll even make snacks for everyone. It’ll be fun,” her voice was chipper. She was excited about it.

She was also deadly serious.

So were the dubious looks Drake and Liam gave each other over the thought of taking their wives on the most important hunting event of their year. Not that either didn't enjoy spending time with their significant others, but hunting was a whole different world. It was a one-person sport where you spent the day away from reality and responsibilities and just enjoying the great outdoors —a place to be alone and experience the thrill of a good hunt.

“Guys, I’m serious. We go fishing together, and I’ve shot targets plenty of times. I really wanna go hunting with you. Riley wants to go too, don't you?” She cast an inquisitive glance out her window at Riley, who glared back with the biggest what-the-fuck look she'd ever made. “See, she wants to go too.”

“Baby,” Drake began softly, giving her knee light squeezes. “I don’t mind taking you, but this is opening day. We’ll be in the woods for hours, in the cold. It’s not really what someone would consider a ‘date.’ And we’re going to the Festival that night … we’ll get a chance to spend time together there.”

She held his gaze as her lips began to quiver. “I understand. You .. you need time to be away from me, and it was a dumb idea anyway --”

“No,” Drake cut in. His heart plummeted from the sadness in her voice and eyes. “That’s not it at all. I love spending time with you. And if you really want to do this, then … let’s do this.”

“Really? We can go together?” Drake nodded with a smile before she squealed in his ear and pulled him into a tight hug. “I can’t wait! Thank you!”

Stuffing his hands in his pockets, Liam let out a heavy breath as he looked over at Riley -- The woman he knew would not be a fun hunting partner next week -- still standing on the sidewalk, appearing like she might faint. “Yeah ... I can’t wait either.”

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Saturday. 5:15 a.m. The cellphone alarm on Drake’s bedside table let off a series of rhythmic beeping sounds and vibrations.

The alarm wasn’t needed. The man had been awake for hours, listening to his wife's gentle snores; the anticipation of bringing home at least a 12-pointer keeping him from falling back asleep.

Letting out a ferocious yawn and a hearty stretch, he picked up his phone to dismiss the alarm and rolled over to wake Alyssa.

With her ass perfectly curled into the space between his stomach and thighs, his hands settled on her curvy hip, jostling her slightly. “Time to get up, my little peach. We gotta get crackin’ before all the good deer are gone.”

“I just need one more hour, okay? Thanks,” she protested with a drowsy murmur, pulling the pillow over her head.

Drake chuckled, rubbing soothing circles over her back. “No. We have to get up now. We’re wasting time, sleepyhead. Unless … you don’t want to go.”

Alyssa’s heavy eyes stung as she tried to peel them open one at a time. “No, I wanna … go ...” she trailed. Her eyes slowly shut again, and she was out.

On a day like today, Drake was usually up and ready in ten minutes. Once he could finally get his wife out of bed, dressed, and back awake again from where she fell asleep on the toilet, it was close to 45 minutes.

Maxwell, who was also a childhood friend and the music teacher where Alyssa taught, rented the room over their garage. He agreed to come down that morning and watch the kids while the pair spent their morning in the woods. Bianca used to help out in that regard, but the kids complained she slept the whole time, and Alyssa was pretty sure her mother-in-law smoked pot around them.

Drake loaded up the truck, placing his rifle and a smaller .22 caliber for Alyssa behind the seat. Dragging herself slowly to the vehicle, the night sky still pitch black and her breath turning to thick vapors in the frigid air, she listlessly tossed a Taylor Swift tote bag on the floorboard and climbed in.

Drake looked at his phone after everything was packed up to see if Liam had sent a message about being late. It was unusual for him not to be there already. Typically, his best friend was up and at his house before Drake was even ready. He sent off a quick text to check.

Drake: Where you at, man?

Liam: Running late. Riley had to put makeup on and do her hair.

Liam: I’m having so much fun already 😑

Liam: snark

Drake: Lyss couldn’t decide which gloves looked the best with her orange vest. I guess she wants to impress the deer before she kills them.

Liam: We’re not catching deer today. We’ll be lucky if we catch a cold. Be there in 10.

Twenty minutes later, Liam’s gray Silverado pulled onto the Walker’s gravel drive. Riley had wanted biscuits and gravy from McDonald's, and she had to run back inside to pee, so that set them back. But, with everyone now there, they were finally ready to head out.

Just down the rural road from where Drake and Alyssa lived, the current sheriff of Cordonia, Bastien, owned several acres of unoccupied land that he used for recreation. He had been a close friend of Drake’s dad and agreed to let Drake and Liam hunt and fish on his property whenever they wanted.

Turning onto the dirt road and opening the gate, the four friends arrived at their spot just as dawn was breaking.

No one spoke much as they trekked through the mud, sticks, and brittle fall leaves that littered the path to the deer stands. Riley and Alyssa were too exhausted to say anything. Drake and Liam just weren’t used to talking at all.

"Riley, love,” Liam whispered softly. “Can you watch how you’re walking? The noise is going to scare the deer away.”

“I can’t help it if … " She reacted loudly in frustration before Liam placed a finger over his lips, and she resumed speaking more quietly. “I can’t help it if there're leaves everywhere. I’m walking on them as delicately as possible.”

“How much further? I think my toes are frozen and I need coffee.” Alyssa bemoaned while walking on the balls of her heels. Drake was basically dragging her sluggish body by the hand. Her eyes were still drooping from exhaustion with every careful step.

“Just over yonder of that fence row is our stand.” He pointed out.

Alyssa aimed her flashlight around the woods in several spots. "And where do we pee at?"

Liam lightly snorted as Drake answered matter-of-factly. "Just over yonder of that fence row below our stand."

"Oh ... " her tone was small and apprehensive, "... I guess that's ... okay." She glanced back timidly at Liam, who was following close behind.

He shielded his eyes from the beam of her flashlight in his face and frowned. "I'm not going to watch you pee, Alyssa."

Riley gasped, "Eww! I don't want Drake watching me pee either."

"Shhhhh." Liam was quick to remind her again of the volume of her voice.

"Stop, shushing me, Liam! Those deer don't know I'm out here."

Drake grunted, then whipped around to face the three of them. "Would you keep your voices down? No one's watching anybody take a piss," he whisper-yelled. "Lyssa and I will be at least a hundred yards away from ya'll. Riley, I promise you can piss your little heart out, and I won't see it."

"We're separating?" Alyssa asked wistfully. "What if I need to ask Riley something, and she can't hear me yelling across to her?"

"You'll just have to ask her when we're done, baby girl. And ... please don't yell questions to her while we're out here. Low voices."

They continued on with their noisy hike.

"Having so much fun," Liam grumbled to himself.

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Liam and Riley headed to their tree stand as Drake helped Alyssa climb up the ladder to theirs.

The stand and ladder were made of plywood -- chipped and faded from years of exposure to the elements -- and were attached at the apex to an oak tree about twenty feet off the ground. At the top it had enough room to take a step onto, with a wooden seat just wide enough to accommodate them. One plank rail came out on both sides.

Alyssa plopped down onto the seat, clutching her tote bag of goodies on her lap. She lifted the brim of the orange beanie she borrowed from Drake -- that smelled of animal carcass and gun powder -- above her eyes and peered out to the wilderness spread monumentally below. She closed her eyes and slowly inhaled the fresh, dewy air, taking in the sounds of twittering birds, branches clashing from the nearby squirrel frolicking on them, and the rippling of a bubbling brook streaming down the hill.

A pleasant warmth overcame her as Drake's much larger body sat down next to her and protected her from the frosty wind blowing in from his side.

Alyssa wrapped her arms around his waist, snuggling into him. "I can see why you like this so much. It's so quiet and peaceful ... look how purty it is out here, Drake. It's just real purty, isn't it?"

Working diligently on getting their gear together, he stopped briefly to look out; affection glowed in his eyes. “It sure is, darlin’. Almost as purty as you ... and notice I said 'almost.'” He winked, and Alyssa blushed, feeling that same love trickling up inside her she'd had since they were teenagers. Drake could charm the pants off a chipmunk, but she was thankful he only used that gift on her.

"Sooo ... " She drawled in her thick Southern accent. "How long will it be before the deer start coming out?"

Drake drew the barrel of her gun back after loading it with shells and explained, "Don't know. It could be minutes. It could be a few hours. Just whenever they head this way, I reckon."

Perplexed, Alyssa nodded slowly. "A few hours? I s'pose that's okay. What do you do while you're waiting?"

He shrugged, passing a gun to her. "You just ... sit here."

"You just sit here and do what?"

Drake leaned over to kiss into her orange cap and replied, "Wait."

"Wait." She acknowledged. "I can do that. I'll just sit here ... and wait."

Several minutes had passed, and Alyssa was already bored with listening to nature, Drake's gurgling stomach, and sitting quietly with nothing to do. Every so often, a shotgun blast was heard in the distance, signifying either someone out there had gotten their prize or Riley had driven Liam insane. It was the only break from the monotony that came with the boredom of sitting in a tree for who knew how many hours.

Letting out a giant exhale that caught Drake's attention, she propped her rifle against the railing and pulled the cloth tote that was sitting between her boots into her lap. Rummaging through the bag, she pulled out her phone and began thumbing out a message.

Drake furrowed his brows and asked, "What're you doin'?"

"Just texting Riley,' she answered dismissively. He shook his head and leaned it back against the tree while she formulated her message.

Alyssa: You still alive over there? How's it going?

Riley: This is boring as shit.

Riley: And now my texting is apparently scaring away the deer. F the deer Liam. F all the damn deer!!!! What were you thinking, Lyss?

Alyssa: I was thinking we could spend quality time with our husbands. The men we love and cherish with all of our hearts. I’m having a great time with Drake so far 😍😘

Alyssa: And no one twisted your arm to come bitch.

Riley: Liam's just staring through binoculars. He hasn’t spoken in 20 minutes except to tell me to point the gun away from him or to quit moving. Let’s go get our hair did at Adelaide's.”

Alyssa: OHHH Yes! And get Chinese food ... CRAB RANGOONS!! I'll have Drake drive us back. Girls Day Out. Love you!

Drake let out a belch and blew it away when Alyssa turned to him with a dazzling smile and a sparkle in her blues. "Can you drive Riley and me back to the house?"

"What? Right now?" he shrieked. She answered him with a cheerful nod. "What happened to all that talk about wanting to spend quality time with me?"

"I still do. But ... we're just sitting here, not really doing anything. I could be getting my hair done for tonight's festival. I also have a ton of laundry to do, some papers to grade, and I’m supposed to be making the Devereaux’s famous peach cobbler for the raffle. If I leave now, I’ll have time to do all of it.” Alyssa knew she probably wouldn’t do half of that, and Audrey would likely make the cobbler, but it made the situation sound more urgent.

"It's opening day, baby. I'm not leaving this spot." He reached into the pocket of his overalls and pulled out his keys. "If you and Riley wanna take my truck, I'll ride back with Liam."

She gave him an exasperated look. "I don't know my way back to the truck. And I sure as hell know Riley doesn't."

He smirked, stuffing his keys back. "Then you're stuck."

The next hour was brutal. Alyssa texted Riley to alleviate the boredom for several minutes, but there had been no responses in a long while. She wasn't aware that Liam tossed her friend's phone over the hill when she started making TikTok videos of her plight -- Liam took his deer hunting seriously: No noise meant no noise.

Drake wasn't much better; he was quieter than his usual self. It wouldn't have been so bad if she could at least talk. An occasional whispered word was not going to cut it.

Alyssa sighed heavily. She wiggled around for comfort. She unwrapped a Nutty Bar. She crunched. She opened a can of pop. She tapped her fingers. She flipped the pages of a magazine. Each one got that look from Drake that let her know it was too loud. If she ever made it out of there, she planned to jabber and stir until she couldn't do it anymore.

After another half-hour of stewing quietly in her thoughts without a sign of a deer anywhere, Alyssa decided now was the time to finally just talk.

"Do you ever think about having another baby?" It was a topic that had been on her mind for a while. To her surprise, Drake didn't give her a look or even freak out the way she anticipated. Despite his own rule of silence, he even responded in kind.

"Yeah. Kind of a lot."

Her right brow darted up. "Really?"

Drake took a breath and shifted the gun across his lap. "I mean, of course. It's always been my dream to settle down and have a bunch of youngin's with the woman I love." He studied her lit-up face; he'd swore she'd gotten more beautiful with age. That's why he hesitated when he added, "But ... "

Her shoulders slumped at his words, and a deflated look impressed upon her face. "But ... " The word barely made it past her lips.

Drake reached for her hand and gripped it tightly. "Lyssa, we have so much going on right now. You're working on National Boards, Audrey has piano recitals and basketball, Patrick has peewee football and Boy Scouts. We barely have time -- except for right now -- for just ... us. I'm not saying,"never"... just that right now ... isn't a good time."

"I understand that, but ... we've always made it work. And don't you miss those tiny little fingers wrapped around yours? And the way they smell fresh out of the bath? And those chubby little cheeks pressed up against yours?" she goaded.

“Of course I do. I remember the first time I held Audrey and PJ in my arms -- there’s just no better feeling in the world than ...to look down ... " Drake paused as his voice cracked, and his brown eyes glistened like glass. " ... and to see someone so small ..." When she sniffled, it made it that much harder for him to speak. "... that you created with the woman you've loved since you were 16 years old. But I like who they are now, and watching them grow, and doing things with them ... And, well ... there’s no shit clean up.”

“You obviously haven’t washed Patrick's clothes in a while,” Alyssa retorted with a chuckle that brought out one in her husband.

"I’ll have to talk to him about that." He gazed deeper into her eyes. "But I do love you ... more than all the peaches in Georgia, Lyssa Claire.”

Alyssa smiled.“That’s what you said to me when you promised to marry me when we were teens.”

Drake returned his own smile. “I did. I remember like it was yesterday too. Sitting in your parent’s basement, watching Friends reruns, eating pizza, making out. And hell, it’s still as true today as it was then. Somehow, even more."

Their cold lips parted and joined halfway for a fervent kiss, with Drake's hand meandering around the subtle groove at the junction of her waist. Just as it became more intense and desirous, a rustling of twigs off in a nearby thicket caught Drake's ear, and he broke away, his eyes scoping the perimeter. Alyssa wasn't offended, she heard it too, and her heart raced with excitement.

Lifting the binoculars hanging from his neck, he spotted two deer eating from a blackberry patch some thirty yards away. He pointed in their direction; Alyssa gave a quick thumbs up, letting him know she saw them too.

Drake carefully lifted the rifle resting in his lap as Alyssa leaned forward and squinted to get a better visual. "Is that a buck and a doe?" she whispered, not moving an inch.

"Sure as fuck is." He mounted the stock of his .30 caliber, Winchester, just beneath his collarbone; the rush of this moment coursed ravenously through his body. He lined up the scope and placed a steady finger on the trigger -- his thumb pulling the hammer back.

“Wait.” Alyssa loudly whispered. “You can’t shoot him.”

"I'm gonna. Better cover your ears."

"No, Drake. There's a doe with him. What if that's his wife? You can't just leave her all alone without him."

"Lyss, this is the whole reason we're out here."

"So you can make a widow out of her?"

"No ... so I can make deer chili out of him."

Alyssa's mouth flew open. "No. No. RUUUUUUUUN! RUUUUUUN!"

Drake pulled his face away from the scope and fired her a look. "What the hell are you doing? They're getting away!"

She tilted her chin boldly. "I don't care. That was her husband, and they're in love, and you can't take that away from them. I would be so sad if we were just out eating berries and someone came up and shot you, ALL SO THEY COULD EAT DRAKE CHILI!".

Drake dropped his head. He knew there was no point in arguing with her. As long as he’d known her, she was stubborn, and at that moment, she was dead set in believing those two deer were living out the greatest romance of all time. Nothing he said or did would change her mind on that.

A thought emerged while he attempted to comprehend the logic of the situation. Those deer ran off in the direction where Liam was set up. Maybe if he could give his friend a heads up, it was still possible at least someone would leave those woods with the prized buck.

Turning his back from Alyssa so that she couldn't stop him, he pulled a small walkie-talkie from his pocket and radioed Liam. Alyssa knew what was up and jumped to her feet, thrusting her arms around him in an attempt to stop the travesty.

"You can't do this, Drake," she hollered, "That’s her soulmate. And why don't I have a walkie-talkie? I want a walkie-talkie!"

While seated next to Liam, Riley was swinging her legs, purposefully making the soles of her boots scrape against the platform. Liam tried to ignore her; maybe he had been a little too uptight about every little noise and utterance she made. But this was playing a whole different ballgame now: she was now making it her mission to piss him off.

Prepared to pound his head against the tree, Liam gritted his teeth, skimming his eyes in her direction. "Love, do you have to do that?"

"Did you have to throw my phone in the woods?" She spat back.

Liam rubbed his hand over his face. "No, and I am sorry that. I apologize for all of eternity. I promise I will get you another one as soon as we get back, okay?”

Riley huffed. "Fine, but that phone had all of my contacts on it. It had our babies' pictures and videos on it ... our vacation photos. I can't get those memories back ever, and I have to find it, and God only knows where it landed. It could be ..." She stopped rattling on when she caught sight of the distressed look Liam was giving her. Knitting her brows, Riley asked, "What?"

"Nothing ... just ... can you lower your voice a little? You're gonna scare the deer away,"

He regretted it as soon as it came out.

“LIAAAAM!”

He saw the steam gushing out of her ears. There was no time to answer the incoming call on his walkie-talkie from Drake.

Belting out a furious screech, Riley jumped up and tried to jerk the gun from his hands. There was no question she wouldn't shoot him, but she'd sure as hell shred his favorite gun apart piece-by-piece and toss them all the way to Portavira Lake on the other side of town.

Riley tugged with all of her might. "I have HAD IT with being quiet for those damn deer, Liam. HAD IT!"

"Sweetheart, you need to calm down ..." He stood up in front of her, pulling back on the rifle even harder, surprised -- and not pleasantly so -- his considerably smaller wife had this much struggle in her.

"Don't you sweetheart me. You have shushed me for the last time, Liam Preston Rys!"

“Okay, I’m sorry! But can you at least admit us fighting over a gun is dangerous? Somebody is going to get seriously hurt, and I don’t want it to be you, Riley. Please. I won’t shush you anymore, I promise.” His face softened, eventually adorning a loving smile at his wife, who, with a sigh, was unable to resist that handsome face and relaxed her grip.

Riley gave him a half-smile in return. “I’m sorry, too. I’ve ruined your hunting trip.”

“Yes ... you did.” Liam agreed, dodging the playful slap she nearly made to his upper arm. “But I don’t want to fight anymore.”

With the War of the Ryses finally over, they went in for a makeup kiss until Drake’s voice called out to Liam again through his walkie talkie. Liam set the gun down on the bench and leaned it against the tree before he started digging into his pocket to answer the device. Riley dropped down onto the seat, her elbow brushed against the rifle and caused it to slide away until the barrel end hit the railing and set off a powerful blast.

When the ringing in both of their ears subsided, and the smoke had cleared, Liam and Riley collected themselves from the sudden spine-gripping explosion that shook them both. While Riley explained to Liam what happened, a hysterical sounding Drake came back over the walkie-talkie, wailing, “Alyssa’s been shot! Alyssa’s been shot! Help me!”

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Later that evening, in the courthouse square, the street was lit up with zig-zagged rows of red, green, and white lights. Strands of garland were wound around every lamppost in perfect spiraled loops, and red bows hung and waved with the wintry breeze.

With traffic rerouted away from the area, vendors lined sidewalks selling local goods to put the town's citizens in the festive spirit. What would this small town in Georgia have been without boiled peanuts, low country boil, fried green tomatoes, barbecue, and peach everything?

Once Constantine had lit the 30-foot spruce, surrounded by hundreds of merry people from all walks of life that made up this small community, the festival was officially kicked-off.

In a large tent set up on the square, Liam and Riley laid out styrofoam containers and drinks they’d purchased from a barbeque vendor on one of several picnic tables inside. With their two young daughters munching away on their meal, and the stroller with their sleeping son beside them, they both sat down with heavy hearts and restless minds.

Liam bit into his barbecue sandwich, noticing Riley only prodding at her mac-and-cheese while staring off into the distance. He didn’t have to ask what was wrong; he knew what happened that morning was bothering her with guilt and worry. It wasn’t every day she accidentally shot someone.

“Are you going to be okay?”

Riley shook her head slightly with a sad look. “No. It’s just not the same without Alyssa here. You know how much she loves Christmas and the festival. She was so looking forward to it too, until --”

“You shot her.”

“Yeeeeeesssss,” she cried out. Liam reached across the table and gave her hand a comforting squeeze, his thumb caressing her smooth skin. Riley continued to sniffle as she grabbed a handful of napkins and wiped the barbecue sauce off Liam’s sticky fingers that were now smeared all over hers. “I didn’t mean to, I swear it. And the way … and the way Drake cried. It broke my heart. Now he has her on bed rest AND house arrest. He won’t let her take calls. I’ll never see or hear from my bestie agaaaain.” The tears continued to flow in steady streams.

Liam stiffened, feeling the eyes of everyone in that tent, gawking at his overly-dramatic wife breaking down. He started to tell her to lower her voice, but after the gun battle in the woods, he thought better of it. “Riley, darlin’, you know Drake is really overprotective of Alyssa. And as scary as what happened was, she only needed the one stitch and band-aid for her graze wound. Something tells me Drake won’t be able to keep her down long.”

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Liam was right. As much as Drake tried to keep her in bed so he could wait on her hand and foot, protect her from the careless friends of the world who could inadvertently do his baby girl harm, and check to see if she needed a new band-aid every few minutes, he could not keep her down. She had been far too excited to hang out with the people she loved so much and celebrate at one of her favorite festivals.

Maxwell had left for the events with Audrey and Patrick an hour ago; they were part of the children’s caroling group and needed to be there early. Against Drake’s wishes, Alyssa showered, got dressed, and made sure he knew in no uncertain terms would he be able to prevent her from going. The only thing he knew to do was to go, follow her around the entire night, and make sure she wouldn’t get shot again.

They circled the block where everything was held several times, but spaces to park were impossible to find. Three blocks away was the church where they attended, and the parking lot was completely empty. Drake didn’t like the fact that Alyssa would have to walk so far in her debilitated condition and was prepared to haul her piggyback style if he had to, but this was the best spot he could find.

Drake moved the gearshift into park and reached over to grab Alyssa’s arm, who was already bounding out the door. He pulled Alyssa back inside, the chilly air blowing through her open door swept her straighten hair this way and that way.

She cocked her head to the side and exhaled, “Drake, I can open my own door. I’m not broken. It’s just a scratch. I’m fine.”

“I know.” He smiled that tenderhearted smile only Alyssa had ever seen. The same one sending a shudder through her already chilled body. “I changed my mind,” he replied simply

Alyssa slammed her eyes shut and groaned. “I just told you I was fine --”

“No, no,” He shook his head. “About having another baby. I want to start trying.”

Saddled with curiosity, she slid back into the truck and shut the door. “But, I thought you said we didn’t have time for that --”

“Yeah, I did say that. I still believe it. But … today made me realize that yesterday is gone. Tomorrow has not yet come. We have only today …”

Alyssa’s hand flew to her mouth as she laughed out loud. Drake gave her a confused look before chuckling awkwardly to himself, “What’s so funny?”

She lowered her hand, still laughing. “You got that saying from a quote on a poster in my classroom. You’re the one who hung it up for me.”

The memory dawned on him, and he lowered his head, attempting to cover the guilty grin that spread over it. “Well, hell. Here I was trying to make you think I was all insightful and smart and stuff.”

Alyssa’s hand splayed across his rugged chest as she leaned over to kiss him.“You are very insightful and smart. You know I never settle for anything less than the best.”

“I s’pose.” he said, forking his fingers through his hair. “But … I guess what I wanted to say was … I know that bullet missed you, barely … but what if it hadn’t? What if I’d left those woods without you today? Just like you were afraid that doe might. Time wouldn’t matter anymore. There will NEVER be enough time with you. You’re my life, Alyssa Claire. You’re my lover, my friend, my heart, my confidante, my soul, my everything … my little peach. I want to experience all that life has given me with you as my wife … and forever make time with you.”

“DRAAAKEY!” she bawled, spreading her tiny arms wide around his bulky body. Alyssa drew him into her so hard it nearly crushed the wind right out of his lungs. “I -- love -- you -- so muuuch!” Drake patted her back and kissed into her hair as she sniveled into his shirt. He hated when she cried, but damn if this didn’t feel good to him. Anytime she was happy made him that way too.

They took a moment to kiss and pet each other a little before Alyssa sat up and asked, “So … when do you want to start trying for a new baby Walker?”

He shrugged. “Whenever you want, baby.”

Alyssa looked through the back window of the truck and scanned the parking lot. She bit her lip and looked back at him impishly. “What about … now?”

Drake’s eyes flew open wide. “In the church parking lot?”

Pursing her lips, she affirmed, “Yes. We’ve done it behind the Piggly Wiggly plenty of times. And let's not forget the ‘Great Ass Blow-out of 2019’ in the Atlanta Convention Center parking garage.”

“I will never forget that.” Drake shook his head as that momentous sexual experience replayed in his mind. “Mmmm, you performed magic that day, woman.”

She raised a brow and coaxed him on, “So? What’dya say?”

Drake took a tentative look around at the dark, empty lot, then back at her. “We’re so going to hell, but I’m in.”

“Eeeeeee,” she squealed, jerking his arm around in excitement. “Try to keep your ass out of the window this time, okay?”

Thirty minutes later, Pastor Hakim pulled into the church parking lot with Mara, the game warden, following behind in her truck. There had been several reports from passerby’s of loud animals howling and screeching behind the church. The stray cat population was out of control in that area, and several cats had burrowed their way inside the church on occasion.

Hakim parked his car, with Mara pulling in beside him. They both got out simultaneously and listened quietly to see if they could decipher where the commotion was coming from.

Within seconds, a load moan roared out, followed by several consecutive whimpers that were hard to make out by the duo.

Mara listened intently, then gestured with her flashlight to an area near the back of the lot where clusters of shrubs and dry brush bordered. Hakim ambled behind her, the noise getting closer and closer until the pastor's brow furrowed at the shaking of a nearby truck.

“Damn, teenagers,” he grumbled as they tipped toed discreetly.

Mara crouched down by the truck's tailgate, Hakim bending over while she duck-walked toward the driver's side door.

The game warden turned to the pastor and instructed, “On my three. 1 -- 2 -- 3.” They both jumped up at the same time, flashing the light inside the cab. “HAHA Caught ya! OH MY GOD!”

Alyssa, who was on top of Drake, completely naked except for the band-aid on her left arm, looked up in utter humiliation and shock. She crossed her arms over her chest to cover her breast, feeling like she might faint. Not knowing what to say at that moment to rectify their actions or why those two were still staring inside the truck, Alyssa smiled sheepishly. “I’m still feeling the spirit, Hakim.”

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#drake x alyssa #Liam x Riley #gun usage #hunting

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confessionsofacougar · 5 years ago

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James and Mum part 2

Later that afternoon, James was lying on the bed playing Xbox when his mum came in, sat on the bed, and began unfastening his shorts. "Mum?" he said. She smiled at him as she pulled his shorts down, exposing his cock. "Honey, after what happened this morning, I realized that you need more than our usual once-a-day 'treatment.'" She immediately bent down and took his entire soft cock into her mouth. He quickly hardened as she worked on him, and in no time at all she had him moaning and bucking on the bed and shooting his cum into her soft, warm mouth. She looked up at him and let her mouth open a little, and he could see that she was swirling a mouthful of his cum around with her tongue. She closed her eyes and swallowed, then licked her lips and looked at him and smiled. "Wow, Mum, thanks!" he said. "But..." "But what, Sweetie?" "It's just not as much fun when you're dressed. I really like looking at your body." "Oh. Well, I can fix that pretty fast." She stood up, took off her clothes, then laid back down next to him. James turned to spoon into her, and she pushed her butt back against him. "James, I want you to know that any time you want me to get you off, I'll be there for you. Hand job, blow job... whatever. As many times a day as you need." For the first time, he reached around her and put his hands over her beautiful tits. His cock started to harden again. "Mmmm, nice!" she said. She snuggled back even tighter against him, pressing his cock against her ass crack. He played with both of her tits, paying special attention to her hard nipples. One of his hands moved down and began gently stroking her pussy lips. She moaned and ground her ass against his hard cock. "Mum, it's okay for me to be touching you like this, right?" She sighed, then turned in bed to face him. "No, Sweetie. None of what we've been doing lately is right." "But I just meant..." "I know but let me explain. What we've been doing is called 'incest.' Do you know that word?" "Yeah," he said. "Our society believes that incest is wrong, mostly because people are afraid that if parents and their kids have sex, it'll mess up the kids' heads." "I know," he said. "We learned that in school. That won't happen to me, Mum." "I know, James. You're a lot like me." James waited. "Just hear me out. I first started having sex when I was 16. It wasn’t something I enjoyed until I was much older. Now, I’m afraid I’m a bit of a nympho, Sweetie. I have to have it all the time." Mum frowned. "I’ve hidden it from you because I didn’t want you exposed to that side of me. But seeing your beautiful naked body and your big fat hard cock fired up that part of me, James and brought it out in the open." James was a little shocked by all of this.

"I woke up a little at a time. First, you showed off that gorgeous body to me every morning, and I told myself that it was okay and healthy. Then you wanted to see me naked, and I convinced myself that that was okay, too. Then when I caught you masturbating, I really wanted to do it for you and you made that easy for me. Just a mother who loves her son and wants to give him some relief and pleasure – nothing wrong with that, right?"

"You bet, Mum!" "But I love sucking cock, so I just had to have yours in my mouth. It was easy to rationalize moving from jerking you off to sucking down your cum: same result, only we were both getting what we wanted, you see?" "Sure, Mum." Her dirty talk was really turning him on. She rolled over onto her back and stared up at the ceiling. "Today when you made me cum though, it became clear to me that what I really want is for you to fuck me. I need your hard young cock deep down inside of me, and I need it now. Can you do that, Sweetie? Can you fuck your mother without screwing up your brain?"

"Oh Mum..." he rolled onto her and kissed her deeply and passionately. "I've been desperate to fuck you for so long, but I've been afraid to even touch you!"

She kissed him and held him to her. "Don't be afraid, James. You can touch me anywhere and do anything you want to me. But right now, I need you inside me." She reached between them and grabbed his hard on and positioned the head of it against her very wet pussy lips. "Have you had sex before, Sweetie?" James was trembling as he felt her lubing his cock with her pussy juices. "Sure, Mum, a few times, but... I'm afraid I'm not very good at it." She chuckled. "Oh, trust me, you'll be fine. And we'll both get better with practice. And, we'll be practicing quite a lot, I think. I have to warn you, though: I’m into some pretty strange things. Ready?" As she said this, she pushed up a little bit, and the head of his dick pushed between the soft, wet folds of her pussy lips. They both grunted at the same time. "Oh, yeah!" James whispered as he felt his thick young cock stretching her. "Jeez, Mum, you're so tight... tighter than anyone else I’ve been with!" "That's nothing," she said. "Hang on..." She grabbed his ass with both hands and pulled him down onto her, and his full 8 inches plunged into her cunt. The feeling was indescribable. She was so tight that his entire dick felt encased in a hot, slick vise. She started a low moan that quickly rose in volume and pitch. He could feel her muscles rippling around him.

He started moving his hips, slowly working up to a good rhythm. She started bucking her hips up to meet his, twice as fast as he was moving.

James got the idea. He started moving faster, really slamming into her, pistoning his cock in and out, grinding his pubic bone against hers as he continually banged against her cervix. After a while he could feel her vagina contracting around his cock, and her juices spurting out, coating him. The vise-like feeling increased, and he didn't know how long he could hold out, but he kept slamming into her. Sweat began to drip from his forehead onto her face. "Yes, YES!!" she screamed. "GOD, OH GOD JAMES!! FUCK ME BABY, OH GOD, OHGODOHGOD, AAAAAAGH!!!" Her vocalization was constant now, a mixture of moaning, screaming, and filthy talk, and her fingernails dug into his back. James couldn't believe that this woman was his own, sweet mother! James sucked and nibbled both of her nipples as he continued pounding into her, and then finally felt the approach of his own orgasm. "Mum, I'm going to cum." James started to pull out of her, but she grabbed his ass and pulled him to her. "NO!! Don't you dare pull out, DON'T YOU DARE! I need to feel you cum inside of me, James, I need it!!" She wrapped her legs tightly around him and began to buck up against him even faster, milking his dick, willing him to cum. "OK, Mum, here it is... right now... Unngh. Ahhh! AHHH!! Oh God, Mum! OHHHH!! I'M CUMMING!!" James closed his eyes and rode the waves of his orgasm. It felt as though he were pumping gallons of cum into his Mum. The sensation was incredible; he almost passed out from the pleasure of it. "YES, BABY, YES!!" she screamed. "CUM FOR MUMMY!! CUM WITH ME, BABY!! OH, GOD, YES, I CAN FEEL YOU CUMMING INSIDE ME!!!" Finally they were both spent. She stopped bucking against him, and he collapsed on top of her. They were both breathing raggedly, and with his chest pressed up against her sweaty tits, he could feel both of their hearts beating a mile a minute. Mum slowly regained her composure, and her eyes focused up onto his. "Oh, James, Sweetie, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to let myself go crazy like that. Did I hurt you at all?" "No Mum." "I know I was screaming for a while. Did I say anything too shocking?" "It was... different. But I liked it. I liked making you do it, Mum. Umm... did I make you cum?" She burst into laughter. James thought she was laughing at the thought that he'd be good enough to bring her to orgasm. His face burned, and he started to pull out of her, but she grabbed him and forced him to stay deep inside of her. "Sweetie, I'm sorry, I'm not laughing at you. You were, in a word, magnificent! You're a wonderful lover. I'm laughing because I was so close to cumming the second you jammed your cock into me. And I haven’t cum like that in ages. Weird huh?" James kissed her. "Not weird, Mum. Great. It's excellent that you can cum like that. I loved feeling it, and hearing it, and knowing that I was the one who did that for you." "You don't mind the screaming, Sweetie?" "No, Mum, it's a serious turn-on. Just thinking about it makes me want to do it again." "Great, Baby!" Her hand moved between them and encircled the base of his cock, and she started moving her hips.

“Mum, you said you were into some pretty weird things. What does that mean exactly?”

“Promise me you won’t be weirded out?”

“I promise. Tell me”….

Mum took a deep breath, then opened her mouth as if to speak, but closed it again. She looked at James.

“It’s okay Mum. I promise. Just tell me.”

He looked at her and nodded.

“Okay sweetie. Some of this may surprise you, and even shock you. tell me to stop if it gets too much.”

“Okay”

“Well I guess the first thing you should know is that I’m into younger men. A lot younger. Which is why I have never bought anyone home. I didn’t want you to see.”

“How young?”

“Not illegal. I’m not into children. But most of the guys I see have been around your age. Maybe 18 – 25.”

“Wow. My mums a MILF. And you’re my MILF. That’s hot!”

“You really think so?”

“Hell yeah! All those young guys out there that want a MILF and I have my very own. I think that’s really hot”

Mum laughed. “I’m glad you think so. So there’s that. I’m also into porn and I don’t mean watching it. I make it.”

James looked a little shocked. “You mean, you are in porn movies?”

“Not exactly. I’ve filmed myself with men. And I’ve got a porn account. I upload my videos onto it and people watch them. I like knowing that people are watching me.”

“Oh my god. Wow. Can I see them? Can we make some? How many do you have?” James fired the questions at her one after the other. He couldn’t believe his mum made sex videos! The thought of it made his cock twitch. He wanted to see her with other men. He couldn’t believe how turned on he was by her admission.

Mum laughed nervously. “You aren’t angry? Or shocked? Or horrified? You do realise what I just said, don’t you?”

“Hell yeah. And no. I’m none of those things. Mum, its so hot. You are beautiful and sexy. Why shouldn’t you show yourself off? I would really really like to see your vids and I meant it about making some too. I would love to make a video with you.”

“I would like that too, James. And yeah, I’ll show you my vids later on if you still want to.”

“I’ll want to. Definitely.”

“Okay well this is going better than I thought it would. The next thing I’m into is pee play. I like to have guys pee on me – on my breasts, my ass, my face, my stomach. I also like to have them pee in my mouth and in my pussy. And I like to pee on them too. I’ve peed in guys mouths before and on their bodies.”

James’s mouth fell open. He looked shocked yet excited. His eyes were wide and as he closed his mouth, it formed a huge smile. “I’m into that, too mum. I asked my ex-girlfriend to try it but she wouldn’t. She said it’s disgusting. I want to do that with you too.”

Mum looked at him. She could see his cock had got rock hard again and it was bouncing in time with his heart beat. She had expected him to be much more hesitant about her kinks. Very few men in her life had been okay with them. But here was her son – her 18 year old son – and he was turned on by her kinks and he wanted to try them with her. She felt a familiar tingle deep in her groin. Just talking about this with him was making her horny. She wanted him. But first she had to tell him the rest of it.

“I’m also into public sex. Beach, movies, shopping centres, planes. Anywhere. Anytime. And anal. I love anal sex. I also love eating ass and having mine eaten. I also enjoy playing with a guys ass. I’m into group sex. I like to have sex while my partner is watching. “

Mum paused and looked at James. He was smiling at her. He had put his hand on her hip as she lay facing him, and now he moved it down over her ass. He pulled her close and he kissed her. He pressed his body against hers and she could feel his hard cock pressed against her stomach. It was like granite. It felt rock hard. His tongue found its way into her mouth and they kissed passionately. He rolled her onto her back and positioned himself above her. He put his hand between them and found her pussy. It was so wet. He slid a finger inside her as he continued to kiss her. Mum grabbed his ass with one hand and pulled him close. She lifted her hips against him. He withdrew his finger and pressed the head of his cock between her lips. She grabbed his ass and pulled him down. He slid inside her. They both moaned. He pushed himself deep inside until his whole 8 inches was encased in her tight wet pussy.

Mum wrapped her legs around him as he started to fuck her. He grabbed both of her hands and held them above her head. He thrust his cock in and out of her hard and fast. Her hips moved in rhythm with his. They continued to moan – the sound muffled in their kisses. Soon he could feel her pussy tightening around him. Fuck. It was so tight. Her body started to shake. He let go of her hands and she grabbed his back, raking her fingers along his skin as her back arched and she cried out. He felt her juices around his cock, and as he thrust, they dripped out, soaking his cock, his balls and the sheet beneath her. He continued fucking her. He leant up on his hands and looked down at her. She looked up at him and her mouth opened as she let out a sigh. Her eyes closed and she moaned. He was fucking her as hard and fast as he could.

“Oh James. Cum for me baby”

James had wanted to hold back as long as possible, but those words, coming from his mother, sent him over the edge. His cock was rock hard. He could feel it throb. That familiar tingle travelled through his groin.

“Do you want me to pull out?”

“Don’t you dare. Cum inside me. I want to feel your cum inside me baby” as she spoke, mum grabbed his ass and pulled him deep inside her. He groaned loudly.

“Oh mum. I’m cumming”

He slammed his cock deep inside her as wave after wave of cum filled her pussy. He had never cum so hard or so much as he had today. It took his breath away. He felt light headed. Breathless. As his orgasm subsided, he fell on top of his mum. She wrapped her arms around him and held him as he slowly recovered. She brushed his hair back from his sweaty forehead. She kissed him on the top of his head. Her own breathing was ragged. Their hearts beating fast and hard in their chests. Mum ran her hands over his back, and his ass.

They lay like that for a few minutes. Their breathing slowed and their hearts returned to normal. Mum patted James on the ass. “Move it. I gotta pee.”

James looked at her and smiled. “Can we try something mum?”

“Um, sure. What do you want to do?”

James stood up and held his hand out to his mum. “Come with me.”

Mum took his hand and followed him. He led her to her bathroom. “James, what are you doing? I’ve really got to go to the toilet.”

James gave her a cheeky look. “you will”

There was a large double shower in her bathroom, and James stepped in and lay on the ground. Mum looked at him quizzically. “What are you doing?”

“You said you needed to pee. Well, I need a drink.”

Mum looked down at him. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “Are you sure?”

“Absolutely” He held his hand out to her. She reached for it and stepped into the shower. She stood over him with one leg on either side. Without taking her eyes from his, she squatted down over his face.

He looked at her pussy. It was just inches from his face. Squatting down over him opened her right up and gave him a really good view of her pussy. Her lips were puffy and wide apart. Between them, he could see her clit, a little bud just sitting there invitingly. Below that, her tight little hole. She was so tight that even squatting like this, it was barely a slit. Looking at it made his cock twitch as he remembered how good it felt to be inside her.

“Ready, baby?” she asked

“Yes mum”

As he looked, he saw a dribble of pee begin from between her lips. He opened his mouth. He couldn’t believe his mum was about to pee into his mouth. It was so fucking hot. The first dribbles missed his mouth and landed on his chin. The dribble then turned into a stream and it flowed into his mouth and over his chin and chest. He gulped down as much of it as he could. It was warm. Not sweet, but not horrible. After gulping down a mouthful, he opened his mouth again. He could feel it trickle down his chin. It was so warm. He looked up at his mum and she was watching him. Their eyes locked and she smiled at him. The stream slowed to a trickle and then stopped. He swallowed the last of it. He licked his lips.

A few drops of pee lingered on her lips and he put his hands on her hips and pulled her down to him. He looked up into her eyes as he tentatively stuck out his tongue and licked the last few drops off her. It was the first time he had tasted her. Fuck she tasted good. He ran his tongue along the length of her lips. She was so smooth and soft. She moaned as his tongue brushed against her clit. It encouraged him to go further. He flicked his tongue quickly against her clit. Mum moaned loudly. She leaned forward and lowered herself down so that she was sitting on his face. He held her hips and she started to rock back and forth. He toyed with her clit. Nibbled it. Licked it. He could hear her moaning his name. He paused with his tongue over her tight hole. It was just a slit. He pushed his tongue inside her. Fuck. Even his tongue stretched her!! He could feel her pussy tight around his tongue. He continued sliding it between her lips up to her clit. It was now a hard little bud. Mum braced herself against the wall and rocked back and forth faster. Before long, he felt her body start to tremble.

“Oh James. Oh fuck. I’m going to cum”

He sucked on her pussy and he could feel it tightening. Mums legs pressed against the side of his head as she started to orgasm. As he sucked, her cum oozed into his mouth and he swallowed it. When she had finished, he ran his tongue along her lips, licking her clean. As his tongue brushed against her clit, mum trembled and moaned.

James looked up at his mum. “Was that okay mum?”

“Oh wow baby. That was awesome”

He smiled. “Nah you are awesome”

Mum stood up and held her hand out to him. He grasped it and she helped him stand up. She reached behind him and turned on the hot water tap. He still had droplets of her pee on his neck and in his chest hair. She then turned on the cold water tap and held her hand under the flow and adjusted the taps until the water was just right. She reached behind her for her soap. She rubbed it on her hands, producing a nice lather. She then replaced the soap and put her hands on James’s chest. She slowly rubbed her hands over his chest, up over his shoulders and ran one hand down each arm. James just stood there. Her hands felt so good. He was aware that his cock was starting to get hard again. He was starting to think he would always be hard from now on. Mum made him turn around and she rubbed the soap over his back and down over his buttocks. She slid a finger or two down between his crack, until her fingers brushed against his balls. He shivered. No one had touched him there before. It felt kinda good.

“Did you like that?” mum asked.

“Um yeah. I think so”

The water had washed the soap off him and mum rinsed her hands under the flow. She put her hands between his legs and pushed them slightly, forcing him to spread them. She knelt down behind him. James couldn’t see her, and he wasn’t sure what she was doing back there. then he felt her hands on each of his butt cheeks and she spread them apart. Oh god. She wasn’t. Was she?

He felt her finger sliding between his cheeks. It kinda tickled, but when she went over his asshole, he felt a twinge in his groin. Fuck that felt good. His cock was getting harder by the minute.

Mum pressed her finger against his asshole. She rubbed it all around it. Wait. Was that her finger? It was soft. Moist. He felt her breath between his cheeks and realised it was her tongue that was touching him. His mum was licking his ass!!! He leaned forward and braced himself against the wall. Her tongue was darting over his asshole. Fuck that felt so good. Then he felt a little pressure and realised she’d stuck her tongue inside him. He moaned. Loudly. She tongue fucked him for several minutes. The twinge in his groin continued to grow.

Mum paused.

“This may hurt a little at first. Tell me to stop if you need to”

“Um. Okay mum”

James wondered what she was going to do. He felt something pressed against his asshole. Then a little pressure and he could feel himself being stretched. A little more pressure.

“that’s my good boy”

“Oh mum that feels so good”

Mum pushed her finger completely inside him. James felt a moment of pain but that was quickly replaced with a different feeling. Holy shit. Mum had found his prostate. Her fingertip was rubbing it as she slowly finger fucked him. his cock was now rock hard and bouncing in time with his heart. That twinge in his groin was now a rapid. He’d never felt anything like this before. his legs were trembling so much they felt like they were going to collapse.

“Ohhhh fuck Mum”

Mum withdrew her finger.

“turn around baby”

James obeyed. He was surprised he was able to move. His whole body felt like it was about to explode. Again, mum spread his legs. She put one hand between them and slid her finger inside him again. James moaned loudly. “OH FUCK. YESSS. OH GOD MUM”

Then she took his cock with her other hand and put it in her mouth. James’s head fell back. Oh god. This was heaven. She slid her mouth along his shaft, taking him deeper and deeper each time as her finger continued to fuck his ass. James put one hand behind his mums head and grabbed her ponytail. He wrapped it around his hand. His other hand was braced against the wall for balance. He was sure his legs would give out soon. The combination of having his cock sucked and his ass fingered was like nothing he’d ever experienced. He’d never been this horny in his life! His whole body was reacting to what his mum was doing to him. He felt like he was going to explode. Pretty soon, he felt his orgasm starting. It was so strong. Mum felt it too. She continued to finger him but stopped sucking him.

“Mum, what….”

“Don’t worry baby. I want you to cum on my face”

She grabbed his cock and wanked him while still fingering him. James braced against the wall with both hands. Holy shit!!

“OOOOHHHHHHHH FUCKKKKKKK”

“OH GOD MUM”

“I’M CUMMING”

It felt as though it started in his feet. He could feel the orgasm throughout his entire body. As his mum wanked him, a stream of cum shot out of his cock. It must have gone two to three feet. Most of it actually went over his mums head. Only the last of it landed on her face. But he kept cumming. Stream after stream shooting onto his mums beautiful face. His legs were shaking. His hands were shaking. His heart was pounding. He felt light headed. He didn’t think he could put a conscious thought together if he tried.

Mum stopped fingering him but she continued to wank him, although slower now. The last of his cum was now dripping from him onto her tits. Her big beautiful tits. He looked down at her. Her face was covered in his cum. A few strands on top of her head where it had gone over her. Several streams starting at her forehead and falling down over her eyes and cheeks. Another strand over her mouth and running down her chin. As he looked at her, she stuck out her tongue and licked her lips, taking the cum into her mouth and swallowing it.

“Holy shit mum. That was amazing”

She smiled up at him.

He put his hands under her arms and helped her up. He held her by her ponytail and pulled her cum covered face to his. He kissed her. He could taste his cum on her lips and tongue. He held her close as they kissed. His cock still semi hard and resting between them. He reached down and grabbed her ass. Several minutes later, mum pulled back and looked at him.

“Ok. Lets get cleaned up” mum said, smiling at him.

For the next few weeks, James and his mother continued their sexual exploits at every possible opportunity. Neither of them had ever experienced anything like it before and they were enjoying exploring the new side to their relationship.

Mum continued to give James a blowjob every morning and every night they would have sex.

One night, James came home from work and flopped down on the couch. He put his head back against the couch and closed his eyes. Mum watched him from the kitchen and noticed how tired he looked.

“hard day, sweetheart?”

“Yeah. I’m absolutely knackered”

“Come with me”

Mum walked over to James and held out her hand. He reached up and took it and mum led him to her bedroom. Standing in front of him, she removed his shirt and threw it on the floor. Then she undid his pants and slid them off along with his underwear. They also ended up on the floor.

“Lay down sweetie”

James obeyed. He lay in the middle of the bed, his head resting on his hands. Mum looked down at her sons naked body. God he was sexy. His legs were long and muscular. Her eyes followed his legs up to his tight round ass. Above that, his body narrowed at the waist and then expanded at the chest again. His shoulders and chest were broad – the result of years of competitive swimming when younger. His whole body was covered in a blonde fuzz. As she looked and admired his body, mum felt the now familiar stirrings deep in her groin. She knew this was technically wrong, but there was no way she could stop now. She loved her son in ways she never thought possible and he never failed to satisfy her sexually.

Mum undressed and straddled her son, positioning herself over his ass. She started kneading his sore muscles, massaging the knots from them. James moaned softly as her hands moved slowly up his back. She continued to rub at his back and sides and then the top of his back. He lowered his arms slowly and mum massaged his shoulders and neck. He continued to moan softly.

“that feels so good mum”

“is that helping?”

“yes”

James rolled over onto his back. As he did, mum noticed his cock was hard. In her position, its hardness brushed against her as he turned over. He put his hands under his head and looked up at her.

“I feel much more energised now”

“I can see that”

Looking down into his blue eyes, mum again felt stirrings deep within. She moved her hips back and forth, rubbing her wet pussy along his hard cock. She could feel it twitch beneath her. James reached up and grabbed her hips. He flipped her over onto the bed and got on top of her. He leant down and kissed her as he slid his hard cock deep inside her. Both moaned at the same time. He started slowly thrusting deep inside her. He was so hard and he could feel himself stretching her.

They continued to kiss deeply as his thrusts got harder and faster.

Suddenly mum pulled away. “wanna try something different?”

“Yeah sure. What did you have in mind?”

Mum smiled at him. She playfully pushed him off her and she turned over. She grabbed her pillow and hugged it as she put her head down on it. She got up on her knees and put her ass in the air. James looked down at her.

“Mum…. Do you mean…?”

“yes baby”

“we’ve never done that before. Are you sure?”

“absolutely”

“Can I…. Can I…. lick you first?”

“Of course you can baby. Do whatever you want”

James knelt behind his mum. He looked at her large round ass, high up in the air. it was so inviting. He placed one hand on each cheek and gave a squeeze. He ran his finger down her ass crack until he brushed against her pussy. It was moist to the touch. Mum moaned. He pulled her ass cheeks apart and looked at the tight hole between them. He licked his lips. No one has ever let him do anal play before and he was very excited. He leaned forward and stuck out his tongue. He brushed it against her hole and licked. It tasted different than he expected. It tasted damn good. Mum moaned loudly and it encouraged him to continue. He flicked his tongue over her hole vigorously. After a few minutes, he pushed his tongue inside her. He tongue-fucked her. He started to lick her again, pushed a finger inside her and she moaned loudly.

“Baby please fuck me”

James knelt up onto his knees. Holding her hip with one hand, he used the other hand to guide his cock. As he held it against her, he noticed how tiny her hole looked compared to his cock. It looked like he would tear her in half.

“Mum, are you sure?”

“Yes baby. Its fine. I promise” “I don’t want to hurt you”

“You wont. Trust me”

He pressed his cock against her and again he hesitated. Feeling his hesitation, mum pushed back against him and the head of his cock started to enter her. They moaned simultaneously.

Fuck that felt good. It was soooo tight. Still concerned about hurting her, he slowly pushed his cock inside her, stopping every few seconds to make sure she was ok.

It felt different to being inside her pussy. Her ass was so tight and so moist. It felt like velvet wrapped tightly around his cock. He pushed a little further and realised he was now balls deep inside her. He moaned loudly.

Holding on to her hips, he started fucking her slowly. Mum moaned.

Before long, they were moving in unison. he reached beneath her and slid two fingers into her pussy. Mum moaned again loudly. “Oh yes baby”

As he fucked her, he found her gspot and he started rubbing it vigorously.

Mums moans got louder and more frequent.

James looked down at his mums round ass and his thick, hard cock, sliding in and out of her. He could feel himself getting close. As his cock thickened, his mums ass felt tighter and tighter.

“mum I’m gonna cum”

He started fucking her harder and faster and his fingers moved rapidly inside her pussy. Just as he was about to cum, he noticed his mums body shaking. She was gripping the pillow tightly and moaning loudly. He could feel her pussy tightening around his fingers. As he felt his balls tighten and his cum start to flow, he also felt a gush of liquid flow from his mothers pussy. Fuck!! His mum was squirting!!! His flow of cum slowed and subsided. He felt his cock throb against his mothers tightness as he slowly pulled out. As he looked down, he saw her ass hole gape slightly and a trickle of cum escape. He was surprised to see his cock was clean as he pulled out. Mum turned around and lay on her back. She pulled him down to her and kissed him. he kissed her back and then lay next to her.

“I hope you feel a bit more relaxed now, baby”

James laughed. “Hell yeah. Much. Thanks mum”

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How MHA comforts your kid after a nightmare.

With Bakugo, Deku, and Todorki (Gn!reader)

Warnings: mentions of past abuse

Word Count: 1,863

Info on kids: (take in I got the names off a random website so tell me if it’s offensive)

Bakugo - Daughter, Named Ena, 6 years old

Deku - Twins, Girl: Fumiko, 10 years old, Boy: Akio, 5 years old

Todoroki - Son, Kento, 7 years old

Bakugo

He had been staying late for work, a habit he had been trying to stop for a while now. At least this time it was necessary because there was a big villain fight earlier that day, and he graciously offered to help with clean up.

Wanting to get the stress off your daughters shoulders, so decided to have a movie night.

Ena had taken a likening to Disney movies, some how. Though she did seem to most admire the villians more then the hero’s. Or the arrogant hero’s. Like father like daughter, I guess.

You pick Ena from school, on the way home she asks if what they showed on the news really happened, and “is daddy really hurt? I’m worried ‘bout daddy.”

You curse under your breath about why the fuck they would play the normal bloody and grim news infront of first graders. Sure, a lot of the kids parents are hero’s, but their parents should tell them that, not a TV.

You look at her at once at a spot light. Her sad face, her knees to her chest in the backseat. You place your hand on her knee.

“Don’t worry sweetheart. Daddy’s gonna be okay, he’s even helping clean up the mess later. So he’s gonna be home later than normal.”

Your happy when you see her get slightly less worried, knowing her dad is okay.

Once you get home you make her some ramen while she talks about her day at the counter.

You hand her the ramen, and offer taht after she does her homework and you check it, you could have a Disney movies marathon.

“What in the world is a movie marathon? Is it liek when those crazy people runnin’ for a while mile in like two minutes?”

You chuckle and roffles up her hair, kissing the top of her head. “It’s where you watch a bunch of movies in a row. We could do Disney.”

She instantly gains a spark in her eyes as soon as you say Disney, quickly squealing and running off to do her homework as quickly as she could.

Once she finished and you checked, her getting all the problems correct as normal, you get on the couch and start.

You go on for hours, at some points she sits down at the coffee table and plays with toys. Though she always ends up back cuddling into your chest, sitting in your lap, head turned to see the movie.

Around 10, she fell asleep. You thanked the lord that she didn’t have school the next day, also a little thankful she did stay up late, she would nap more the next day.

Quickly after you turned the movies off and fell asleep as well.

Bakugo sighed, annoyed that he had to stay till one in the morning to clean.

He was so ready to quickly eat left overs, kiss his little hothead of a daughters forehead, and then cuddle up to you as you slept. But NOPE, you just use to be all cUtE and cuddle with your daughter on the couch

How dare you be a good parent >:(

Though, Era seemed to be clingy tightly to your skin, surprising Bakugo on how you weren’t awaken by her uncut, sharp nails.

He moved to place his hand on her shoulder, his hot touch quickly waking her up with a loud “Daddy!”

You woke up very much startled by to daughter scream.

“Sweetheart what happened?” You say somehow quickly than Bakugo, turning quickly to her.

Era looked up at Bakugo, the slightest bit of relief going through her stressed mind.

“Daddy’s okay? R-right? He’s right there, he’s he’s gotta be okay?” Her eyes flickered from you and Bakugo.

You finally noticed that Bakugo was there, and was probably the one waking her up from her nightmare.

You stood up, hold Era on your hip. You hugged Bakugo, Era’s arms wrapped around both of you.

“What the hell happened?” He whispered, toward Era just barely couldn’t hear.

“She was worried about you, Love.”

Bakugo picked her out of your arms and put her legs around his waist.

“Listen, Babes. I’m never gonna be hurt to bad in a fight. Daddy’s to strong for that!” He smirked, quickly followed with a big grin when Era giggled.

“Daddy’s too great to get hurt!” She cheered, the past tear marks now seeming meaningless to her.

“Yeah!”

Deku

You were tired as normal after the large effort of getting the twins to bed. You knew you wanted to see Deku today, and also knew that he would get home late as normal.

At least he had lots of time in the day for you and your kids.

You drank some coffee, it was merely nine o’clock and Izuku wouldn’t be home till at least one in the morning.

You layed on the couch, putting on a queit movie as to not wake the kids.

“I’m home!” Izuku called, earlier than he told you.

“Izuku? I thought you said you would be home at one? It’s only 12.” You said while walking up to him.

“I wanted to surprise you, Lovely. I may have been held back, I thought I would come home before the kids even fell asleep.” He said, putting his arms around your waist and kissing your nose.

“Your an idiot.” You snickered at his plan.

“I’m your idiot.” He laughed, raising his hand from your waist. “And your stuck with me.” He said, pointing to the ring on his finger.

You laugh at your silly husband, who somehow still had that wholesome attitude after all the trama and hurt he insured over the years of being a hero.

You both go to bed, cuddle up to each other, kissing the others warm and welcoming touch.

When I the middle of the night you hear soft but quick knocks coming from the door.

“Izuku, could… could you get it?” You ask, him already on his way to the door.

He gently opened the door, to a tired looking Fumiko and a crying Aiko. Funiko’s hand was lightly on his back, holding his trembling body in place.

“Dad, dad I had I really and nightmare. C-can I sleep with you tonight?” Aiko muttered under his breath.

Izuku looked up towards Fumiko, trying to aka what had happened.

“He woke up a few minutes ago. He had a dream, I think you died or something. I tried to comfort him but he just wanted you and p/n.” (P/n: parental name (mom, dad, etc)

“Thanks, Fumiko. Go back to bed, I’ll let Akio sleep with us tonight.” He whispered, kissing his daughters forehead before she went back to their room across the hall.

He yawned and walked back to the bed, Akio on his hip. He gently shook you back awake.

“Lovely? Akio had a nightmare.” He told you, as you turned to face him. You had a sympathetic look on your face, looking into your child’s terrifyed eyes.

You nodded and reached your arms out to hold Akio in your arms. He plopped onto you, his face just far enough to be heard while talking.

“Dad and you are gonna be safe, right? Right, p/n?” He looked up at you. You nodded and wiped away his tears.

Izuku layed back down and run his hands through Akio’s hair, something that had always comforted you during the UA days, and even now.

Akio feel asleep with in minutes, and you kept him to your chest to make sure he wouldn’t get nightmares. Not with you and Izuku protecting him.

Todorki (warning; ANGST)

He was glad, he could finally get home early for once. He decided not to tell you, similar to Izuku, wanting to surprise you and Kento.

“Dears! I’m home early!” He smiled as he walked into the classic Chinese (?) home, ready for you and Kento to jump in and hug him.

But, instead of being welcomed home with a loving bear hug, he was welcomed with two terrified glares, and and a unmatching one that was filled with heat.

Endeavor.

“Shouto, your home early.” You said, wanting to interrupt the silence.

“Dear, why in the world is this bastard here?” He said with a growl.

“I didn’t know you had a son, Shouto.” Endeavor said. His scar seemed to have healed slightly over the years, though it was clearly visible still.

“What the hell are you doing here? I thought you were gonna stay out of my life from now on.” Shouto said, still having to look up at the tall man.

“I’m just visiting. You don’t have to hold a grudge.” Endeavor shrugged and turned back to you and Kento on the couch.

“Kento, right?” He titled his head, lowering his arms.

He picked Kento up.

The man who you had been told abused his children, beat his wife, killed mercilessly, took away the love of your life’s childhood, picked up your child.

Anger immediately pumped into your veins, you quickly tearing a terrified Kento from the old mans arms.

“Get away from my son!”

“You know, I never did think you were good for Shouto.”

You better believe Shouto took care of the rest.

You crattled Kento in your arms, not wanting to let go even long after he fell asleep. You had to keep yourself from holding onto him to hard, knowing that if you held on as hard as you wanted, you would crush the poor kid.

Shouto sighed and walked back in, walking into the bedroom where you held Kento.

“Dear.” He said in the doorway. His voice was soft and familar.

“Yes, love?” You said, peaking up at him.

He walked and sat down next to you, kissing your shoulder. You almost feel the pain oozing out of him. (God I hate “ooze” so much-)

“I’m sorry, Dear. I’ll…” He sighed and put his head in his hands. “I don’t even know. He refuses to retire and the government is a total suck up for him.”

You exhale and Lena on his shoulder.

“We are never letting that happen again.” You scoff in to his sleeve.

“Yes, of course. He’s never gonna come back here, into our home.” He safely added.

“Not that. Of course I’m still never gonna let him in again. I’m never letting that bitch hold my baby ever again.” You said. He gently smiled down at you, admittedly a little glad you had such a hatred of his father.

You grunted as Kento held on tighter to your waist where he had his arms wrapped around, his face wrinkled liek he just ate something sour.

This being familar, him sharing regular nightmares like his father, you softly woke him up.

“Dear? Dear wake up, the scary man is gone. He’s never coming back.” You said as Shouto softly shook his arm, and you shakes his slightly.

“Mh… p/n, Dad… I’m scared. He came back in my head.” He whimpered, tapping his forehead.

He leaned down and pressed his face on his stomach, peaking up with sad eyes at Kendo’s face.

“I know. We all are. But that’s never gonna happen again. We’ll make sure of it.”

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