#and my last mom. well. we had to put plastic down on the bed so she wouldn’t ruin the mattress.

[paradisecas]

top row gabriel and lucifer bottom row raphael and michael. <3 and mom. <3 black cats are impossible to photograph unless they are very good and very still or staring at a toy i am dangling in the air and even then…

#these are not great pics but it’s what i have. and i can tell them apart bc i can remember who was doing what. so. #raph and gabe are the hardest to tell apart BUT gabe is the girl and she has tabby markings on her head whilst raph does not #michael was also the first baby to figure out the water fountain:) #my roommate wants her bf to keep one and half of me is like KEEP MICHAEL but the other half of me hates her bf #actually all of me hates her bf but yk #also #yk. i have four cats. ive raised kittens before. ur still just never prepared for how much they poop!! #in there scooping the twoooo litter boxes like three times a day bc they’re FULL!! #although. they didn’t have to be taught to use the litter box. #the last two strays i took in we had to do the ol dirt in the litter box trick #and my last mom. well. we had to put plastic down on the bed so she wouldn’t ruin the mattress. #these babies may have the most vacant eyes ive ever seen but they’re smart enough to use the litter box! #mine #sorry for cat posting. not. i love them. #also they are OBSESSED with the litter box lid. favorite toy. for whatever reason. #my cats

[rambheem-is-real]

Gold Rings and Black Roses Pt 3

pt 2 here

pairing: Radha Rama x Aadhya

-

The next day Aadhya wakes, frowning at the amount of sunlight casting rays across her bed. Had they let her sleep in? What time was it?

There are faint tears on her face that she brushes away, remembering her dream. Her mother’s death feels so long ago, and yet almost like it happened yesterday. Aadhya wonders what her mom would’ve thought about the situation she was in now, risking her life to save her dad. She wonders what her mom would’ve thought about Radha Rama. 

She frowns, remembering the other parts of the dream. The details are fuzzy, but she remembers Obullamma taking a knife to her face. Aadhya resolves to avoid Obullamma as best as she can for the rest of her stay here as she walks into the bathroom and starts to brush her teeth. 

Radha Rama had said she was going to send Vedha to talk to Deva, how long would that take? A few days? She couldn’t just call him or something?

And speaking of Deva…

The familiar bitterness creeps up inside her as she thinks of the man. It wasn’t like she was some damsel in distress that needed to be saved from thugs like in those Indian movies she watched growing up. She didn’t want anyone to start a war for her sake. But, when Bilal hyped Deva up so much, that he was so powerful she would be safe with him, Aadhya had been expecting much more. 

What exactly she had been expecting, Aadhya didn’t know, but it certainly wasn’t some mama’s boy. She thinks back to how quiet he was, how hollowed out his presence felt, especially in front of his mother. Radha Rama had mentioned Deva’s lover. Who were they? Was it a bad breakup? Was that why Deva was still living with his mom? 

And speaking of his mom, what had happened to her to make her so paranoid, so toxic? She hadn’t even cared for the safety of the kids as the fire started, so preoccupied over a plastic knife?

She sighs as she rinses her mouth out, pressing the towel to her face. 

What kind of fucked up family was this? Aadhya has never been more glad to be adopted. Even if she and her dad had a rocky relationship, at least she had the confidence that her dad would be there for her. She didn’t have even that for Deva, and much less for Amma. 

Aadhya turns the shower on, and takes her clothes off as she thinks. 

Even though Radha Rama had told her a lot yesterday, it felt like she had even more questions. What was a karta? Was the woman from a royal family? Was Deva’s lover from Radha Rama’s place as well? Did the people there know her dad, and was that why they had to move? Was Radha Rama’s husband still alive?

Aadhya winces at the last thought, and turns the knob down to make the water run cold. Shut up, she tells her brain, and gets into the shower. 

It’s definitely midday by the time she makes it out of her room, now dressed in a periwinkle churidar set someone had put in her closet. She frowns as she realizes the churidar today and the set of clothes yesterday fit perfectly. When the fuck did they get my measurements??

She resolves to ask about it, and starts roaming around the place. Initially, she tries to find Radha Rama, but when the servants hardly glance at her walking around, she decides to explore the place instead. 

It feels like one of those guest houses she sees in movies, but slightly more shabby. Aadhya thinks back to Radha Rama telling her she had spent seven years pretending she was insane, and the fact that there’s already more people bustling around here today than there were yesterday. Most of the rooms she walks into are empty, with no traces of life, but she still tries all of the doors. Not like she had anything better to do, anyway. She finds one room full of taxidermied animals, that she immediately closes the door on. She won’t let this place give her any more nightmares, thank you very much. Another room has decorative weapons hung up on the walls. Or at least, she assumes they’re decorative, it would probably have more security if they weren’t decorative. Or maybe they think she’s incapable of firing a gun. Aadhya frowns at that realization. While it’s true that she hasn’t ever held a weapon in her life, she thinks it wouldn’t be too hard to fire a gun. Just pull the trigger, right? She then remembers that Hollywood movie she saw where the old woman nearly killed herself with the recoil of the shotgun she was holding, and resolves to never be in that situation, actually. 

It’s about an hour later that Aadhya finds a room full of silver jewelry that seem to have been hastily stuffed into the chests on the floor, and enjoys trying on some ornate pieces. Radha Rama was definitely royalty, she thinks to herself as she puts on a nose ring with silver lotuses carved onto it. 

She smiles at herself in the mirror, thinking that she might get a piercing someday, when she sees the kajal lined eyes staring at her from the doorway. Aadhya yelps and turns around to see Radha Rama smirking at her, leaning on the doorframe. 

Oh shit. 

“I’m so sorry,” Aadhya immediately starts in English. “These are probably yours, I just walked in and they looked pretty so I had to try them on-”

Radha Rama doesn’t look upset, though, just more amused as Aadhya keeps up the word vomit. 

“-I’ve always wanted a piercing actually, is this nose ring yours? It looks really cool…” Aadhya trails off as something occurs to her. “Do.. do you understand me? Can you speak English?” She switches languages. “Should I speak in Telugu?”

Radha Rama scoffs. “Who do you take me for?” she says, in a crisp Indian English accent. “I grew up learning all of the major languages of the world from my tutors.” She lifts her head high. “A karta should be able to communicate with all of the other world leaders.”

“...All of the major ones?” 

“Eta hain ezagunak ez direnak ere bai. [And some of the lesser known ones as well]”

Aadhya’s eyes get very wide. “You speak Basque??”

It’s now Radha Rama’s turn to look surprised. “Do you?”

Aadhya laughs, slightly panicking. No way. No fucking way it was her whole type in one hot 5 foot something slightly evil woman. Shit. She was well and truly fucked. “Pixka bat [somewhat],” she stammers out. “I’m a linguistics researcher by profession, actually. My entire passion is learning about the morphology of different languages around the world.”

Radha Rama scans her, top to bottom, in a show of genuine interest that has Aadhya burning up. “Well, color me impressed,” she says at last. She seems to remember where they were, and glances around the room, then at the nose ring Aadhya’s still holding in her hands. 

“Do you want that?” she asks, nodding at the nose ring.

Aadhya glances down at it, then shakes her head. “Oh no, sorry. I was just trying it on. Silver isn’t my color, I wear gold.”

Radha Rama accepts that. “Well, you missed breakfast. It’s now time for lunch. Come join me downstairs in the dining hall.”

Aadhya blinks. Hot woman was asking to have lunch with her. “Ok,” she agrees, quickly putting the nose ring back where she found it, and follows Radha Rama out of the room. 

-

Lunch had been amazing, and Aadhya made sure to compliment the chef once more. They had started out discussing some of Aadhya’s research, and spent the rest of lunch debating the merits of using Esperanto as a global standard. 

The older woman had been easy to talk to. While she wasn’t too familiar with linguistics in general, she was intelligent, and a fast learner. She also seemed genuinely interested in what Aadhya had to say, and didn’t mind when Aadhya went on mini rants about some of her field experiences. She was still intimidating, and could be incredibly blunt when she wanted to, but Aadhya felt that it wasn’t a slight against her specifically, that the woman was just like that in general. 

Radha Rama had left soon after they finished eating, saying she had some work with Obullamma. 

After a few more hours of wandering around, Aadhya opens the door to find Bilal of all people doing yoga on the floor beside his bed. 

He doesn’t open his eyes as he speaks. “I’m still not going to tell you guys anything, no matter what you do.”

“...Bilal?”

His eyes fly open. “You’re still alive??” He asks, incredulously. 

“Yes?” Aadhya doesn’t know whether to be touched by the concern in his eyes or offended at the idea that she wasn’t capable of keeping herself alive for another day. 

He immediately rises to his feet, and hugs her. Aadhya hugs him back, relieved to see him either way. When he pulls back, he checks her for injuries, frowning at the lack of them. 

“Bilal,” she sighs. “I’m fine, really.”

“How?” he asks once more, still looking like he’s in shock. 

“Bilal, do you want me to be hurt?”

He winces. “Sorry, thalli. I just can’t believe that with all the hate Obullamma has towards your family, she hasn’t hurt you.”

“Oh she wanted to,” Aadhya says. “Radha Rama’s keeping her off of me for now.”

Bilal looks relieved, then immediately horrified. “Who is keeping her off of you??”

“...Radha Rama? Radha Rama Mannar I think she said her full name was.”

Bilal stares at the wall behind Aadhya for a good ten seconds, then takes a deep breath. “What the fuck.”

Her confusion must show in her face, because Bilal takes pity on her. “You mean to tell me you pissed off Obullamma but somehow got on Radha Rama’s good side? Of all people?”

Aadhya just shrugs. 

“I don’t know much about what’s going on, just that Radha Rama doesn’t want to kill me just yet because she sees herself in me or something? She said she’s getting Deva to come here to find me.” And because she’s paying attention to it, she notices the small flicker, the eye twitch as soon as she mentions Deva’s name. 

Aadhya homes in on it. “You knew, didn’t you? The whole time. That Deva was my brother.”

Bilal winces. “Yes. I’m assuming Radha Rama told you then?”

Aadhya nods. “What really happened? What is this place? Radha Rama said she was going to be a karta, whatever that is. What’s going on?”

Bilal sighs, and tells her the story of two soulmates turned enemies. 

-

Varadha. Varadharaja Mannar was the name of the ex that had destroyed her brother, the guilt of what he had done to Varadha’s brother reducing Deva to the shell that he was today. And Deva, he was the heir of one of the ruling clans of Khansaar. Which meant…

Her head spins. Before she can ask Bilal what that means for her, the door opens and Obullamma walks in. Aadhya winces. So much for her resolution of avoiding Obullamma today. 

Obullamma sneers at Aadhya. “Get out, girl. Bilal and I,” she glares at the man, “are going to catch up." Aadhya glances at Bilal, who gestures for her to go. 

“Go, Aadhya. This has nothing to do with you.”

She reluctantly leaves the room, glancing one last time worriedly at Bilal. If they hadn’t killed him yet, they probably weren’t going to kill him now, she figures.  Aadhya needs a drink after that revelation, so she goes to find someone she can bother for one.

-

tags: @recentinterest @illusions-of-serendipity @sinistergooseberries @theimmortalprince @nini9224 @just-a-lazy-person @greatkittykoala idk who else wants to be tagged (or untagged) + server lovelies

#salaar #ramaadhya #salaar fic

[finn-m-corvex]

Whumptober Day 20: Found Family

Day 20! This one was very fun to write, and is a continuation of Day 16 because I can <3 Bruise angst my beloved and I really dug into it in this batch. You guys will see the fruits of that labor in a couple hours.

Taglist: @splinnters @abigailxoxo @tornoleander @mondothebombo @ghostwalloper @toastingpencils37 @lightning-chicken

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“Are we brothers?”

The question caught Cole a bit off-guard, and the training dummy plowed straight into his arm when he stopped paying attention to it. He rubbed at his arm, glancing over to Jay as the other boy stood on the steps with his hands on his hips. Jay looked troubled, worrying his bottom lip between his teeth and hands clenching and unclenching. They had been together long enough for Cole to recognize the signs of Jay’s anxiety.

It was a weird question. “What do you mean?”

“I mean,” Jay looked down at the ground, “say my parents just called me and I called you my brother, would you be mad at me?”

Cole raised his eyebrows in surprise. He didn’t think that they would’ve been close enough or spent enough time together to call each other brothers. Although, now that he thought about it, they fought at least once a day over the stupidest of things that could be solved in an instant; he would put Jay in a headlock and give him noogies all the time; every time there would be a chore that Wu would give them they would start fighting over it like screeching cats until one of them eventually had to do it, but at the end of the day they would still sit on the couch and play video games until Jay was knocked out with his head on Cole’s shoulder and the earth ninja would have to carry him to bed.

He never had a brother, and he knew Jay didn’t have one either. So how could either of them know what brothers were supposed to be?

“No,” he said honestly, “I wouldn’t be mad. Why?”

“I, uh, may have just done that.”

Figures. Jay wouldn’t have been asking him otherwise. “Do you think we’re brothers?”

Jay rocked on his heels. “I mean, I don’t have any. But I think that if I did have a brother, I would want it to be you.” He looked panicked for a second, probably worried about Cole’s reaction. “Is that weird? Oh that’s probably really weird I’m sorry-”

“Woah!” Cole said, stepping forward and taking his friend (brother) by the shoulders. “Hey, now. Calm down, Jay, I already said that I wasn’t mad. I-I’m really flattered actually.”

“Really?”

“Really. And hey, I’m happy to call you my brother any day of the week.”

Cole cringed in his waiting room chair as the memory finished playing in his head, the plastic seat hard and uncomfortable. It wasn’t the first time he had been here, and it wouldn’t be the last, but you would think that after all the trips they’ve had to make to the emergency room they would’ve started to bring seat cushions for the long waits in-between. However, it was the first time that he had been alone in the waiting room since he was a small child and his mom was sick. He couldn’t say that it brought back good memories to be back here.

His mind kept flashing back to just a few minutes ago, watching as his brother convulsed on the gurney in terror, fighting against the nurses trying to hold him down. Cole was angry, insisting to the nurse that he needed to get to Jay, and eventually he stormed past her despite her saying that only family was allowed behind the scenes.

Jay was his brother; it didn’t matter whether there was a stupid piece of paper to prove it or not.

His little brother had been so scared, terrified of the strangers’ voices connected to faces that he couldn’t see with their hands all over him, but especially the oxygen mask that they had strapped to his face. Cole pushed down the anger that threatened to bubble over, choosing instead to focus on getting his brother to calm down so they could treat his stab wound.

Kissing his forehead well after Jay had gone back to sleep, Cole watched as his brother was wheeled back to somewhere that he couldn’t follow just quite yet, trying to channel the natural patience that came with his element.

“Excuse me?” a nurse called from the door, and Cole picked his head up to look at her. “Are you here for Jay Walker?”

“Yes, I am.” Cole said, getting up from his chair and feeling his back pop as he did so.

“Are you family—”

“He is my brother,” Cole said shortly; part of him felt bad, but the other part didn’t care, “and if you try and keep me from going to see him just because it’s not on record, I will have to ask you to step aside.”

The nurse looked terrified. “O-Of course, you may go see him now. He’s in the third room on the right.”

Cole thanked her, and she stepped aside to let him pass through the door. Walking down the hallway brought back memories from years ago, and Cole could feel himself continuing to shut down with every step he took, and this wasn’t even the hospital where she passed. He couldn’t imagine how strong the memories would be if he ever went back; all it had taken was one trip and a meltdown before the team unanimously agreed to never visit unless they absolutely had to, and if they did then Cole would stay home.

But what happened to his mom wasn’t going to happen to Jay.

The door opened easily, making no sound as he stepped into the room, and Cole sucked in a breath when he saw his brother lying on the bed.

Jay was pale, making his auburn hair stand out against the stark white of the pillow. There was a cannula on his face instead of a full mask, and Cole was grateful that there wouldn’t be another meltdown. Beeping unsteadily, the heart monitor stood alone in the corner, opposite of the IV line hooked into Jay’s arm. The room was as blank as any other room that they had ever been in, and Cole was grateful for the bare walls. Her room hadn’t been barren because of how much time they spent in it.

Standing next to the bed, Cole brought the room’s one chair with him, its legs scraping against the floor with a sound that made him cringe. Making sure that Jay stayed asleep, Cole sat, taking his brother’s hand in his own and starting to play with the blue ninja’s fingers.

“Would it kill you to go on one mission without giving me a heart attack?” Cole asked, getting no answer other than a soft wheeze. The others were still chasing down the bad guys, Cole having been designated as the one to take Jay to the hospital after taking the knife to the gut.

It was almost too common at this point. Jay never used to act so recklessly, throwing himself in front of every possible danger as if he couldn’t die. Recently, there were too many missions ending with someone taking him to the hospital, or bringing him to the medical bay on the Bounty to get treatment well into the wee hours of the night. He knew that the others were starting to notice, trying to intervene before Jay could throw himself to the wolves so he would stay safe. 

He and Nya had spent too many lengthy conversations about it. Cole knew something was wrong, but he didn’t even know where to start pushing to find out what it was.

Groaning, Jay cracked open his eyes. “Cole?”

“Yeah, bud,” Cole answered, standing back up and making sure that Jay could see him.

Jay squinted, his freckles standing out against his pale skin. “What happened?”

“You got stabbed. I took you to the hospital and you’ve got to stay here for the next couple days to make sure your stitches and whatnot don’t get infected.”

“Oh,” Jay closed his eyes, leaning into Cole’s hand when it cupped his cheek, “where are the others?”

Cole bit his lip, and he really hoped that the rest of the team wouldn’t make a liar out of him. “They’re on the way, they should be here soon. Do you need anything?”

Licking his lips, Jay brought his hand up to his face, and Cole saw how he relaxed when he shot a small bolt of lightning between his fingers. Did he really think that Cole would’ve let the hospital staff put the vengestone back on? “Is there any water?”

There was a small pitcher and some cups on the other table. “Yeah, I’ll get you some.”

Picking it up was a bit of a hassle with his new hands; he kept forgetting that it really hadn’t been that long since he was revived. You would think that would be something you would remember, but it was just another day in Ninjago when Cole was concerned. Filling the cup to about halfway, Cole brought it back to Jay, helping him to hold it when the blue ninja’s hand couldn’t stop shaking.

Actually, Jay couldn’t stop shaking. “Are you cold? Do you need another blanket?”

“It’s probably the blood loss,” Jay said, and he wasn’t entirely wrong, “don’t worry about it. I’m fine.”

“Jay, you’re my brother. If you need a blanket then I can get you a blanket—”

“I said I’m fine, Cole,” Jay said quickly, and Cole was surprised to hear his brother’s voice crack mid-sentence. “Stop worrying about it, please.”

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Cole helped his brother sit up enough to bury his face into Cole’s shoulder, resting a hand on the blue ninja’s back while Jay’s fist latched onto his uniform. Kissing the top of his head, Cole sighed, remembering that Jay was probably a little loopy from the pain meds and that he would need to be gentle. “Bluebell, it’s fine. I wouldn’t be offering if I didn’t want to do it. What’s got you so worked up?”

“I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

He sniffled, and Cole could feel tears start to soak into his gi. “For getting hurt and making you take me to the hospital and I know I’ve had to go here a lot recently and I know it’s probably super expensive but I can get a second job if I need to since it’s not fair that it has to come out of everyone’s paychecks—”

And Jay kept rambling, words flying so fast that Cole could only catch every fifth word, but he didn’t interrupt his brother. Clearly, Jay had been bottling this up for a long time, and Cole knew that if he wanted to get a rational explanation from Jay then he would have to listen to the panicked word vomit version first. It was just how Jay worked.

Rubbing his back, Cole stayed quiet and nodded when he was supposed to and hummed whenever Jay “wanted” a response. It took almost ten minutes for Jay’s words to finally run out, and he slumped against the black ninja, exhausted. Cole kissed the back of his head, tucking Jay closer to his chest and laying his chin on Jay’s crown. “Thank you,” Jay said softly, shivering.

“You’re welcome,” Cole said, “now I’m going to get you that blanket, and you’re going to repeat everything you just told me but at a quarter of the speed. Or you’re going to sleep.”

“Okay.”

Helping Jay to lay back down against the pillows, Cole ruffled his hair and gave him a small smile before leaving the room to try and find a nurse. There was one right outside of their room who looked friendly enough. He could’ve just used the call button, but he knew Jay, and he knew that the younger male would appreciate a couple minutes to himself after having a breakdown.

“Excuse me?” Cole said, and the nurse turned around. “Are there any of the warmed blankets left?”

She led him to the heater and grabbed one, folding it up neatly and handing it over. Thanking her, Cole made his way back to Jay’s hospital room, but not before pulling his phone out and dialing Nya’s number to update them on the situation.

“Hello? Cole?”

Shifting the blanket in his hands, Cole smushed the phone between his cheek and his shoulder. “Hey Nya. Are you guys on your way?”

“Yeah, we’re in the car right now. We had to make a quick pitstop to patch Kai up but we should be there soon. How’s Jay?”

“Fine,” Cole sighed, “you might have a little trouble getting back here. They wouldn’t let me go through until Jay started having a meltdown.”

“What? Why was he having a meltdown?”

He reached Jay’s hospital room, so Cole lowered his voice. “They put an oxygen mask on him and then slapped on some vengestone. He started panicking pretty bad but I got him to calm down. No one got hurt.” Too badly, anyway.

Nya growled on the other end. “I don’t care if they were hurt or not, I’ll maim them myself.”

“There’s no need for that,” Cole said, “you guys are gonna have enough trouble getting to his room since they’re only letting family in. Don’t cause any more.”

“I’ll cause as much as I want to,” Nya paused, and Cole knew that she was thinking, “but fine. We’ll be there shortly.”

She hung up, and Cole stuffed the phone back in his pocket. Opening the door to Jay’s room, Cole noticed that the blue ninja had found the remote and turned on the tv to some cartoon channel, and now the blue ninja was fixated on watching the goofy events unfold on screen.

“Jay?” Cole asked, not wanting to startle him. Jay shushed him, still watching, and Cole chuckled at the rare focused expression on his brother’s face.

Silently, Cole made his way to the bed and climbed into it next to Jay, spreading the still-warm blanket out over the both of them. Jay leaned into his big brother’s side, yawning, and Cole wrapped an arm around Jay’s waist while being careful of his stitches.

If Jay wanted to watch cartoons for the rest of the day, then Cole could wait for their conversation.

#ninjago #ninjago jay #finn's writing #ninjago cole #whumptober day 20 #whumptober 2023

[cheatingwifelover]

Home Invasion

It was a Friday night, we'd been drinking quite a bit and pretty much fell into bed around midnight and were out like a light. She was wearing a nightgown and I was in house pants, effectively pajama bottoms, and tshirt. Apparently, wasted as we were, we forgot all about locking the house up before we went to sleep, and about 2am we woke up to a couple of guys in our bedroom.

They could have left without ever coming in to the bedroom because they'd already ransacked the place with us asleep, but I'd left my computer on to my flickr page and they saw it. They checked out the photos of my wife and decided they were going to fuck her. I was really out of it because they'd also gotten into my tools and found some big plastic ties and I woke up groggily to find my wrists and ankles bound and the two of them working on my wife. When they noticed me struggling one of the came over to me and added duct tape to the ties around my wrists and ankles.

They put duct tape over our mouths. It was really too dark to see her eyes but from her body language I could tell she was scared. While I struggled one of them worked his way underneath my wife and was holding her wrists over her head and the other was using his knee to force her thighs apart, making their intentions obvious. One of them said to me: "may as well relax, we're going to fuck your wife and we're going to be awhile. Don't worry, you can watch," and laughed.

They took turns fucking her. The first one to fuck her came pretty quick and his buddy took his place between her legs. As he fucked her, he told her she had a damn tight cunt for a mom. He lasted a lot longer than his buddy, and then he told him to get his phone so they could make some memories, clearly amused by his “wit.” His friend just laughed and said “good idea, bro.”

“Are you ready to find out if this whore can suck a cock?” When they took the duct tape of her mouth my wife immediately started talking....she promised she'd do whatever they wanted if they just promised not to hurt us. “But not here,” she said, “not with my husband right here.” They said “no way, we're not leaving him in here by himself. “You'll do what we want right here or we will fuckin' hurt you, fuck you both up. But if it makes you feel better,”...and one of them removed a pillow case from a pillow and pulled it over my head.

“That better baby,” he asked? “You better fuckin' be nice to us.”

“Now show us what you can do honey, it's time to suck some cock.” I couldn't see anything of course but I could still hear.

“Oh fuck yeah,” was the next thing I heard from them....”throat it bitch”...then the sound of my wife gagging. “That's it honey, check that gag reflex”.....”oh yeah, fuck.....this bitch could suck a golf ball through a garden hose, maybe we should take her home with us.”

I could hear one of them rummaging through my nightstand, and then he said fuck, check this shit out...somebody likes their astroglide (I had an open bottle in there and two fresh bottles still in their packages...what can I say, I love to edge). I heard the other one grunt and say ...”fuck, I'm gonna cum.” My wife was gagging a little again so I assumed he had his cock down her throat.

“Damn, that was good, you gotta get some of this,” he told his friend. “Later,” he replied, “right now I'm going to put this lube to use and fuck the whore in the ass.” I could feel him climb up on the bed and then say, “here bitch, be a good girl and lube up my cock so I can give that big ass a try.” Next thing I heard was “oh fuck, the shit hole on this slut is tight,” he said, “her cunt was a little loose for my taste but her poop chute is wicked tight.”

“Don't make me do all the work now bitch, you need to be nice to us.”

“Your turn now, work that ass on my cock, get your groove on. Push back on it.”

I could hear her grunting in time with his thrusts. “Oh yeah,” he said, “the slut has done this before.”

“Work it baby. Oh fuck this shit is tight. Mmmmm...like that baby.” he asked her?” Since I couldn't see I only found out later he had started to finger her clit. “Tell me you love it, tell me. “Tell me you love my cock up your ass.”

“I love your cock up my ass,” she said unconvincingly.

“I knew you would you nasty whore,” he told her. He had pushed her down onto the bed, topping her, one hand under her fingering her, and I could hear the bed springs start slowly squeaking while he mercilessly pounded her ass. “Like that honey,” he asked?

“Oh,” was her only reply. Then “oh no, oh no....oh my god...no....oh fuck she moaned....oh god no,” she moaned again, clearly on the verge of cumming. “Oh god...oh oh oh oh oh,” she chanted.....”oh god...YESSSSSSS!!!” Then from him, bed squeaking rapidly.....”FUCKKKKKKKK!!”

“Get off her, my turn,” I heard the other one say.

“She loves it up the ass,” his bud replied as I felt him getting off the bed. “Fuckin' slut loves it up the ass. Did you see how hard the whore came?

“Fuck. I'm still hard, can't decide if I want throat or cunt now.”

“Bitch can suck some cock. Just fuck her throat for now, we'll dp the whore later.”

My wife was gagging again, more now than previously and I heard the one in her mouth say....that's it, gag on that cock you fuckin' whore. Oh yeah, that's it, suck it.....fuck does your mouth feel hot....now suck my balls....that's it, get them both in your mouth....oh yeah....fuck does this whore know how to work a cock he cried out. Look at this chick swallow my fuckin' cock he said to his bud. I'm all the way down the slut's throat.....we may have to come back and get some more of this bitch...fuck is this good.

They way they had the bed squeaking I thought it might break.“Bitch can suck a cock can't she,” the guy fucking her ass asked. “And you weren't shitting me” he chuckled, “her shit tunnel is wicked tight. “Fuck,” he said, “feels like I'm having to drill this tunnel out it's so fuckin' tight”....don't think I'm going to last very much longer.” Ughhhh.....ahhhh,” he moaned shortly after.

“I was going to cum down the whore's throat, said his friend, but I think I want another round in her cunt. “Yeah, we need to take a break,” his bud replied, “the bitch is milking us dry. Let's have her bring us a couple drinks.”

“Good idea, get us something slut,”you got vodka? Tequila? Rum? Whatever...just bring us something and be smart, remember, your hubby will be back here with us and we will fuck him up if you pull any shit.” Next thing I know they turned the TV on, “netflix and chill” said one of them and laughed. “Wish we had some porn,” said one of them.”Got any porn,” they asked my wife when she came back with their drinks.

“I'm sure my husband has some on his computer,” she told them. “Fuck yes he does,” they laughed, “we already checked some of it out...you're one of the stars. Why you think we had stopped to fuck you....no point in jacking off to some photos when we got you right here to fuck.”

“Come sit here by me and my boy,” he told her patting the bed, “let's get better acquainted, maybe we can be friends. We'll take it a little slower this time, get to know each other.”

“You like to make out baby? Show us some love, get our cocks nice and hard again, and we'll fuck you, we know you love it. But this time you're going to have to ask nicely. Beg a little for us to fuck you. Bet hubby has never heard you beg for his cock..It's only right he gets to hear his wife begging for some cock, don't ya think?”

I couldn't tell exactly what was happening. No one was talking but I could hear what I guess you would call sounds of passion and they were apparently taking turns making out with my wife and sucking on her big tits. The silence was broken by one of them saying....”I love your big titties honey....you like to have them sucked?....I'm not a lip reader baby....you like your titties sucked....say it....we need to hear it. Say it. Hubby wants to know too, don't you hubby,” he said, and finally after a little more coaxing I heard my wife utter a quiet “yes.” We can barely hear you honey,” he chided, “yes, what, tell us what you like,” and to my surprise she said “yes,” again, followed by “yes, I like my tits sucked.”

I was later to have my suspicion confirmed that at this point my wife was on top of him. She had straddled him earlier in order to make out as he commanded. He was playing with her tits and sucking them. I had no idea how much time had passed but I sensed she must have been making out with him and having her titties sucked for quite some time. There wasn't much talking but I could hear the unmistakable sounds of kissing. The friend I now know was between me and them on the bed, just watching and stroking his cock. Finally I heard him say, “it looks like you may have found yourself a new girlfriend,” the reply to which was, even by just the sound of it, a smirking “sorta looks that way, don't it.” The friend then said, “yeah motherfucker, get a room,” and laughed.

My imagination of what must be happening with my wife was running wild. I heard “oh no, you heard what I told you, you.” Next, it sounded like my wife whispered something, and I heard a “what honey?”....”I can't hear you and neither can anyone else.” Then my wife said aloud, softly, but still loud enough for me to clearly hear, “will you fuck me.” “What” he said in reply, “what, still can't hear you,” and my wife said “fuck me.” I felt a wave of something like nausea because she sounded sincere and I wondered if she was or just a better actress than I ever realized.

“Is that any way to ask for a favor?” he said. “Didn't mommy and daddy teach you any manners? What do you say?” “Please,” was her reply. “Please what baby,” he said in return. “Please fuck me?” she replied. “You're gonna have to do better than that,” he told her, “let's hear a little more sincerity.”

“Please fuck me,” she pleaded, “PLEASE.” “That's better,” he said, “now tell me you love me.” “What?” she said. “You heard me, tell me you love love.” There was a long pause before my wife said “I love you baby, please fuck me.”

Then, to the surprise of all of us I think, even his friend, he said, “no,” followed by another long pause before he said, “but I will let you show me how much you want it by fucking me. I want to see those big tits while you ride my cock. You do all the fucking while I just lay here.”

There was movement on the bed, and I heard my wife moan “ahhhh” as she apparently sunk her married cunt down on his cock, and once more, the bed began to squeak. “Oh yeah honey, that's it, ride that cock like the slut you are.”

“Get in here and get ready to take that ass,” he ordered his friend. “This whore wants to be doubled. Don't ya slut.” The bed continued to squeak but my wife remained silent. “I asked you a question whore,” he shouted. “You want my friend to take your ass while you ride my cock?” “Yes,” my wife answered. “Yes what whore?” he asked again. “Yes I want your friend to fuck me in the ass while I ride your cock.”

“You heard the whore,” he said, “she wants your cock in her ass, so let her have it.”

“Oh my god, oh fuck,” my wife moaned. “You like that honey?” he asked. “Oh god,” she moaned. “She likes it,” he said to his friend, and laughed. “If the cunt's husband could see the look on her face right now he'd shit,” he said, laughing some more. “Hey hubby,” he directed to me, “your wife ain't acting, she's got two cocks in her and she's lovin' it. You married a huge fucking slut.”

My wife didn't say anything but I could hear the noises she was making. I had been telling myself she was doing what she felt she had to do, but I could hear the sounds of sex: wet sloppy sounds, skin slapping, and the bed squeaking out a steady deliberate rhythm, and I began to think he was telling the truth, In spite of myself I found the thought tremendously arousing. Not being able to see for myself because of the pillow case over my head, the sounds poured into me and were amplified by my imagination.

Then I heard my wife get vocal. “Oh fuck yes, oh god yes,” she said. “fuck me.” I could hear the smug arrogance in the voice that next said “you don't want us to stop then?...along with a rising crescendo and increasing rhythm from the squeaking bed, and my wife said: “no, I want you to fuck me, harder, I'm going to cum, fuck me harder.” Before I could turn away to hide my arousal, I felt the cold bedroom air on my now stiff cock and flushed with shame and embarrassment knowing that my cock had escaped my pajamas and waved to anyone who looked my own involuntary complicity in what was happening.

Afterwards, my wife rolled off and ended up laying right beside me, spent. “I'm sorry,” she said, “I couldn't help it,” sounding like she might be crying a little. The bed was still for several minutes, then one of them, I guessed the less dominate of the two, rolled off the bed on the other side and said to his friend, “we need to get going. It's going to get light out pretty soon.” The more dominate one appeared to be still laying on the bed, my wife between us. He said, “Ok, get everything in the car and wait for me, I won't be long.”

I felt movement again on the bed and felt extra weight to my side and knew he had moved on top of my wife. The bed was still for a moment and quiet. Then I felt a weight on me and a steady movement and realized that my wife had opened her leg's for him and he was fucking her. With his weight on her she couldn't scoot away from me and couldn't open her legs to him without draping her right leg over me. Every thrust into her cunt transferred the movement from her leg to me and made me an inadvertent partner to their coupling.

The steady slow squeak... squeak...squeak...squeak, of the bed was the only sound for a while, until I began to hear a high pitched but low volume, “oh...oh...oh...oh” in time with each squeak. Her elbow bumped my head as she moved her arms and I realized she had wrapped them around his neck and pulled him down to kiss her. The “oh....oh....oh” was louder, but muffled now by his mouth upon hers.

I felt her begin thrusting back at him. My cock was again stiff and poking out of my pajamas into the cold bedroom but I didn't want to move away from my contact with her body. The oh oh oh morphed into mmmm, mmmmm, mmmmm, and she moaned out “yes, that's it, yes, oh god, fuck me, oh god, I'm cuming, don't stop,” and finally cried out like I'd never heard her before, her whole body shaking, ugh, ugh, gawd, oh gawd, oh fuck, yes, yes, yes, aaahhhhhhhhhh.”

Shockingly, though she was spent orgasmically I realized she had again pulled him to her and they were making out in post coital bliss. It was her kissing him like this after everything that had happened that sent me over the edge and unable to contain myself, my cock, without ever being touched, spurted out four ropes of cum in response.

[helly-watermelonsmellinfellon]

I'm always the one that's called a Negative Nancy who has to imagine problems for us, but I'm also always the one who ends up being right. I'm NOT a pessimist. I am a realist with too much life experience to view the world in any other way than what it is.

I told Dave at the last motel that we cannot bring too much stuff into the room because it'll be hell to clean up after. It'll be a bitch to move all that shit once we're eventually kicked out. Well, we got told 3 days before we had to leave, that we had to go, and he conveniently couldn't manage to help me or Bethy in moving shit, and then conveniently wasn't there the day the whole drama went down with the van losing all gas, the battery dying, and then the place we paid to move to, telling us we couldn't stay cuz they claimed Dave stole pillows when we stayed there a year ago.

We get to this place by pure fortune cuz of Bethy's brother's generosity, and Bethy and I move the necessities up 3 floors by ourselves. He finally comes along and insists on bringing even more shit into the room. Bring more stuff in again and again.

After almost a month, he throws a tantrum over the water pressure in the shower and demands to be moved to a better room, only to get a much smaller room for the same price, with worse AC, worse water pressure, no hot water, a TV too far away from the only chair he has access to, and the beds even smaller than the others. And he STILL kept bringing more stuff inside the room when I told him we don't need even more stuff here. Stop bringing in plastics. Stop bringing in more clothes. He's been talking about getting the roasting pan up here(despite how we never have meat to put in it). Don't bring up the air fryer or the coffee pot. They aren't allowed anyway since there are no sprinklers or fire alarms in this place.

But NOOOOOOO, he couldn't be bothered to listen to me.

So here we are.

We get a call from the front desk. We took too long to get to it so we don't know what it was for. I was trying to sleep, and something told me I should probably get up, but I've been so sick as of late that I'm exhausted all the time for no good reason.

A few minutes later, a bunch of guys knock on the door. Dave left this room absolutely filled with shit this morning. Not only is there too much stuff, but he just tosses things wherever the hell he wants with no care as to how it impedes us(and mom, who is disabled). They say they need to check the AC cuz it's old af. I sleep in front of the AC on the floor. I have to move so much shit all over the room in record time so they can have room to do whatever. Including garbage cuz 4 ppl really make a lot of garbage in little time, and Bethy is at school now so it's just me who is of able body to do anything.

The room looks like a damn mess. It's all Dave's shit and mostly his garbage on the other side of the room. All stuff he brought in and couldn't even put in an orderly fashion. So they come in, look around and remove the front of the AC, make notes, say a bunch of stuff in a language I can't understand or even place, and then leave. IDK if they plan to come back, but I cleaned up what I could as quickly as I could anyway.

I'm winded, my throat is killing me, and I'm still fucking sick. I should not have to spend my day cleaning up after Dave's messes so suddenly.

So anyway, mom and I are preparing for bad news about not being able to stay here cuz the state of this room was not up to par. We handle our own garbage just fine. We keep our side of the room pretty decently set imo. Why can't Dave be bothered to do the same? He's always forcing Bethy to do shit as if she's the only other person here and he doesn't eat, sleep, and shit like the rest of us.

I really wish it could be as simple as kicking his ass out, but in situations like ours, it just isn't viable. And it sucks.

#stuff

[lgcbk]

⸻ HOME.

He never understood the fascination with pears.

They were expensive. Bland. But they were his father's favorite, and for once that's something that mattered.

Something had come over him this year. Something that made him hop out of bed, shower, and put on clothes that not only passed the tried and true sniff test - but were freshly washed. Pressed ( Yes, everyone is shocked that he not only owns an iron but knows how to use one properly ). He even put on that tie his mother got him for his birthday one year. Sure, it was one of his father's old hand-me-downs. But it was good quality. Some brand he couldn't pronounce. Everyone at the company wears them, he was told. That counted for something.

Maybe she thought if he wore it long enough he'd finally get a job that required one. A uniform of a real profession. One that actually paid well. One they could brag about to all their friends at after work gatherings, company parties, award ceremonies... Unfortunately that was and never would be the case. But hey, if he was going to continue to be such a burden ( financial or otherwise ), the least he could do was make sure he didn't visit empty handed. So, pears.

His third attempt at entering the door's passcode has his thumb puncturing a hole through the plastic protecting the case of fruit, cursing under his breath as he fishes his phone out of the back pocket of his slacks. He imagined his father was still spending most of the holiday holed up in his home office, while his mother ignored the grumbling in the hall from the couch, glass of wine in hand.

He tries her cell first, brows furrowing when she doesn't answer on the second ring ( one ring to cover her shock at the sight of his contact name, the second to ponder whether she was willing to answer or not ). His tries his father's personal phone next, his relief outweighing the confusion at the sound of his mother's voice. 'Your father's on a conference call, what is it?'

"You didn't answer."

'My phone is charging.'

"Right... I'm outside."

'Outside?'

"Yeah. Code's not working. You changed it again?"

His mother's quiet swear mimics his own and he's certain she's pinching the bridge of her nose. 'Your grandfather. He made two visits last month. That's your father's doing.'

"He knows he's just going to guess it again, right? What's the point... Oh, did you give him my gift? The jersey? His birthday was last w - "

'That's what that was for? It's probably in your room with the rest of the boxes. We haven't had time to sort out everything just yet... But, can you come another time? We're not home right now.'

No, shi - "I know. I was just - I thought that - ...I can come back later. When will you be - ?"

'We're at the airport, Byeongkwan.'

"Airport?" he repeats, quirking a brow as he turns to lean against the doorframe. "I didn't know you went on a trip... Well, I have three days off, I can just come back tomorrow if you need a day to unp -"

'No. We just got to the airport. We're leaving in an hour. For the expansion? Don't you remember? We're going to be in Prague for two weeks.'

"What? Prague? Like... Like Europe?! Why - But it's Ch - " They don't care. He knows they don't care. He shouldn't have cared either.

'...We didn't think you'd be coming home.'

"I didn't either."

A placid silence settles between them. His mother doesn't know what else to say, but she never does. And Byeongkwan doesn't want to start a fight. He doesn't want to hear how he's so inconsiderate for forgetting such an important milestone for his father - again. How he should've called weeks ago to congratulate him on the promotion that got him his fancy trip in the first place. 'Ah, he's coming back now. I'll ask for the code and y -'

"Enjoy your trip."

He was sitting on the ground now, watching his phone slide across the hall to rest against against a neighbor's door. He could hear the family inside. If he remembered correctly there were four that resided there. Mom, dad, older brother, younger brother. The eldest wanted to be a rapper like him. Used to think he was cool. He wonders how they were spending the holiday. He wonders if their father liked pears, too.

He tears into the package, destroys the decorative wrapping, and takes a bite of one. Expensive. Bland. And a little brown on one side.

He never understood his father's fascination with pears.

He always fucking hated them.

#( solo. ) #lgc:familycon2k23 #( don't worry the silly goofy mood will be back soon ) #( inthequeue. )

[pbandjesse]

Today was exhausting and I have a horrible headache right now. But it was not a bad day. It was just a lot.

I slept better last night. I think having the fan on did help. Wasn't so quiet. When I woke up my alarm went off and I felt pretty good. James came and gave me a hug and they made the bed while I went to go get dressed. I didn't feel great about my clothes today. But it was fine. I would feel cute eventually. The problem really was I was cold but I didn't know what to wear I would also just too tired to think of a better outfit. I did appreciate that this dress has pockets. Because the black girl had yesterday does not. So even if they look very similar they are very different.

I checked on my mice and they were doing pretty good. Every warmed up their heating pad and fed them and then James helped me carry things to the car. And they told me I better be safe and that they would only be safe if I was safe. Which seems fair. And then they biked off and I took a moment to settle myself before I drove to camp.

I would go and drop my mice off in the girls between. And hope that Mom mouse would come find them. But I was not that lucky because as soon as I walked in there I found two more mice. I was so mad. That was not the plan. I just put them in with the other two and hoped for the best.

And for real for the first hour I was there I was just running back and forth to different buildings just getting the last pieces to set everything up. Was stupidly stressful for some reason. I just feel like I wasn't awake. Like I wasn't that tired but I was not thinking things through and not getting everything I needed. And then I went to get the schedules and I realized I accidentally gave them an hour and 45 minutes for lunch which messed up the whole afternoon. So I had to fix that and reprint them and then I went to the lodge to make sure everything was set up and then I didn't have anywhere to plug my laptop in so I had to figure out how to get an extension cord with the whole thing. And then I found an extension cord but it only had two prongs and so that wouldn't work. Thankfully Elizabeth would find something in the office that I could use and it would all work out but man was that stressful.

It was really grateful for my co-workers today making the program work so well. I hope they do come to me with some feedback because I know that I can trust them. And the kids today work right. They did come late which was fine. We started at 10:00. And I was able to get everything going basically right away. We were able to push the whole day about 15 minutes and that worked out wonderfully.

I really enjoyed this group. Just really nice kids. And enthusiastic. I love enthusiasm. And with both my intro and with brush making They were just all in and they did such a good job.

I did decide after watching the makeup brushes that we cannot use blue. Well ideally you would use glue they're just isn't enough time and it makes too big of a mess. So we're going to get more tape and string and that's just going to be the way we're going to make them from now on. Which honestly will make them sturdier for what they're doing today. And I ran around and helped a few people but everyone made brushes and all of the chaperones were awesome. It was a great way to start.

Once they were done I sent each group off with one of my co-workers. Elizabeth was awesome with fixing the schedule and getting all of the numbers done. Because I would have spent so much time figuring that out.

And doing that first half hour I would clean all of the tables so that they would be nice for lunch. And during second half hour I would do a loop and then sit down for a few minutes just to catch my breath.

I found an interesting little cluster of mini mushrooms. Pictured above. I thought that they were a plastic cow buried upside down but when I touched them they were mushrooms. It was very surprising.

I had a talk with the groups leader and showed him the mushroom picture. And we talked about having a hike at the end of the day. He originally had asked to do a fire but he changed his mind. And I said that it was probably fine but we should check with Elizabeth. And he was like okay but I could also tell that he didn't understand why I wasn't just saying yes. I don't really have that authority. And I also don't know any of the trails. So I didn't want to leave anyone in the wrong direction.

So at lunch they would talk about that and they were kind of a kerfuffle about it because none of their chaperone teachers wanted to walk so it was a little unsure about ratios and having enough people and it was a little strange. But it was fine. We would work it out.

And the last two programs went so well. I did my loops and checked on everyone and everything seemed to be going great. I haven't gotten any feedback that there were disasters yet. And everyone seemed like they were having a great time. Elizabeth said that she only heard one curse word all day. Which was when a child was struggling to use our fire sticks and just said that he was "sick of this shit". Which is objectively funny so you can't get in trouble when things are funny. But overall I was just here in a lot of positivity and laughing and it was good.

Plus it was just a beautiful day. I have been very cold in the morning but once it warmed up and I was able to just be in my T-shirt I felt pretty good. I was very happy with my shoe choice but the inside of my shoes has a hole in the lining that bothers the underside of my foot. I had put medical tape on it and that had held for a while but it seems like it's not holding anymore and I'm annoyed by that. I'll fix it but it's fine for now.

After our last program the plan was to have everyone come and meet at the totem pole and then go on a hike with Elizabeth in the front. I was going to join them. It was under the rest but I was still going to do it. I have been walking around knitting all day. I had figured out how to shove my ball of yarn in the folds of my tied t-shirt. But then as they were getting ready to leave some of the chaperones handed me a couple things to take back to the lodge and so I did that and I told Elizabeth I would catch up. But I never caught up.

Not for lack of trying but I couldn't figure out where they were. I could hear them because there were 50 people walking in a group. But I couldn't figure out which direction to go and I'm not very fast. So instead I just went up to the art building and cleaned up pigments socelia wouldn't have to worry about it. And then I went to the lodge to start cleaning up over there.

And we finished up and I said thank you to everyone and it was great. I do wish we would have gotten a little bit of a closing but it's good It's not a huge loss. They were very sweet kids and it was a good day.

Jesus was I exhausted. I was just so tired. The feet hurt so much and I just wanted to sit down but I knew that there was so much to do still. I started packing things up while Nick and Sarah were starting to wipe down and pack at the tables and chairs. They would also sweep with Celia. And I would go and get my car. I made a stop at the office to ask about paint for tomorrow and they said I should go grab Joe who had just parked up top. So I went up there and asked him and he asked if I could drive him to Tlingit to his paint shed storage. I had never been in there before so I drove up with him and we talked about how annoying it is when the car does not turn off all the way when you turn off the engine. And he gave me the paint and we chatted and it was nice. He's such a nice guy.

Then I worked on collecting old stuff. Appreciate my coworkers putting all of the things in the boxes for me. I had to make one stop at the art building and then go to the lodge to get the last of the things before I came back to the building again. But that was totally fine. And I got everything into the art shed and then put my fibers boxes on the tables to start resetting them.

I'm definitely going to have to spend some time making a reserve of all of my materials. Because while it doesn't take very long. I am so tired after the program that this just kind of a nightmare of two reset them. I think having no glue will help the next one. But I laid everything out and I figured out a good system. I had a video going and I was most of the way down when Celia came up and asked if she could help. I sent her to go find me more sticks. Because I need a hundred sticks every time. And she did a very good job finding sticks that were all the same size. Well I finished resetting the bags and making sure that all of the boxes have the same material and enough of everything.

Once that was done she left and I collected walkies and put them in my car with my laptop and drove down to the office.

The next 40ish minutes we would spend debriefing with Elizabeth. The group really enjoyed the day but next week we're having 90 kindergarteners. And they want it to be free choice. First of all. I love free choice. I think it's great idea and it's really really good. Within reason. There needs to be parameters and boundaries. And they want to have those. But when you're doing it with 90 kids it can get outrageous at the very quickly. And I don't know if any of us are really set up or ready for that. It would be different if they were running the programs but they still want us to run them and we don't really have lessons that are pop up. So I don't exactly know how we're going to do this.

I'm in charge of arts and crafts so I'm going to have a great time. And I suggested that I do a community painting. And asked if I could buy a drop cloth. Elizabeth said that it sounded good to her. And she gave me her work credit card and told me I could leave whenever I want. I took a minute to sit and complain with them about how it's not fair to ask a facility staff to change the way they do things when we are not employees of other company. Like we are not doing things the way that you do them but if you want to do anyway you should have your staff do it. But whatever. I still really enjoy them I just hope that we can come to a meeting of the mines and an agreement on the way we're going to proceed.

I would follow Elizabeth to her car because she had to figure out where her purse was. And when she gave me her card and reminded me to get a receipt I drove up to the girls the train to see if mice were still there.

This is a mixed bag. My two boy mice that have been thriving so much last night and we're still in the box. I was not thrilled I was hoping that Mom would have come and taken them. But there were two more mice on the ground. A boy and a girl. And they were not doing good. They were cold and the one was covered in spider webs. They were still moving but barely. I put them in the box. But the two I found this morning were not there anymore. I have no idea if one of the two I found this afternoon or the same ones. And then my two boys from last night were cold too because the little jar of formula I had left in there with them had not been closed all the way or something and had spilled all on the inside and so the rags that they have been cuddled in or damp. And everyone was so cold. I was so upset.

My first plan was to try to warm them up so I collect it all four of them and I put them in my shirt and tried to keep them warm for a few minutes but I realized that wasn't working and my best bet was to just finish my errands and get them home and try my best to warm them up then.

Put them in the car and wash my hands and then went to the Amish market.

I've been looking forward to this all day. I was going to get pretzels for me and pretzel hot dogs for James and a couple other treats. And it was great. I got out there after getting stuck in a little bit of traffic. And it was busy because they were having a sidewalk sale but I got everything that I wanted and everyone was so nice and I got two pretzels, two hot dogs pretzels, mini cheesecakes, cinnamon buns, two whoopie pies, and six deviled eggs. For less than $30. Amazing.

After that I drove down the street to go to home Depot. The drop cloth sizes were very bizarre so I hope the one that I picked works out the way that I'm imagining it will. I paid for that and I think the guy thought I was Jewish because he kept saying happy holidays and happy Rosh Hashanah to me. Which thank you. But it was very funny. He was Indian. He was very nice. And I love that for him. I love when people are very nice.

I went home and all the nice were alive but the two that I found at the end of the day we're not doing well. I had had James pull out our smaller electric heating pad because I thought we could put it under the case to keep everyone warm and that has been a great idea tonight and I don't know why I didn't think of it sooner. I put that on I got everyone set up and I got milk.

But the two were just not doing good. I put them directly on the microwave heating pad to try to warm them up and they did get warm. They were breathing but it was shallow and the other two I put inside the washcloth like they had been fed them and they held the eyedropper and it was great. But an hour later I went back and the two new ones were stiff. They weren't breathing or moving. I picked them up and then other women's even dropped. They were gone.

I wrapped them up in a tissue together and James buried them in our plants. I'm just glad they were warm at the end.

The other two seem to be doing great. I fed them a few times and I've made sure that they're not too warm in there. The he can grab turns off every 2 hours so I don't know if they will be okay overnight but it's better that they have been so we'll see. I don't know what I'm going to do tomorrow. I might just leave some at home. But we'll see.

I was really happy to see James. They got me yellow flowers and they are so lovely. But I was exhausted. And then I was so sad about my nights. James would sit with me in the bedroom while I told him about the day and they told me drama at work. And they were very excited because they are going to be interviewing someone who is a former NFL player tonight. Which is what they're doing right now. So I'm trying to be quiet.

I'm so happy for them that their podcast is such a nice little bit of joy. I like listening to them laugh and I'm glad it gives them something to research.

And while they were doing that I was in the other room putting on clothing make Olympia costume. Don't want to wear a corset. And I wasn't loving my green dress that I usually wear as an overlay. So I picked my new blue dress that I've been loving and I'm going to layer that with a pee pieces and do skip pickups and I think it's going to be great. Plus it was really fun to put together.

I wasn't sure where the bag was that I keep all of our costume stuff in and I exhausted myself for a little while trying to find it. James took apart the closet and him to find it. It turned out I had taken everything up the tote bag and put them into a suitcase. So at least I know where it is now. And I hung up our costumes and I'm really excited for next weekend.

Speaking of excited. Just booked our Disney trip for January. So that is going to be really cool. It's expensive but not as bad as I thought. And we're doing it in three payments so it's not even a huge deal. I already have the money saved for it and I am excited for this big trip. It's going to be really cool. We're already working on a document with all the things that we would like to do while we're there. She goes to Disney all the time but I haven't been since I was in fourth grade. So I'm really excited to see things with her that she knows so well. I'm really going in with almost no expectations. Though I do think it's funny that and all my research so far I pretty much just want to do all the boat rides. Anything that's on water or slow. Those are the things I would like the most.

Now though I am really tired and a little dehydrated. I have taken a bath a little while ago and that was nice but I wish it had helped my achy body a little bit more. I think I would have been worse if I didn't take it though so I'm taking it as a positive still. Now though I am going to just rest and wait for James to be done their podcast. And tomorrow I'm hoping we'll be a good day.

You don't do field trips on Friday which is nice. I'm going to update some stuff in my lesson plans and my files so that they run a little smoother for our next one. I have a couple supplies that need to be fixed. And then I'm going to paint a door. And I don't know what else. I think it will just be a chill day. That is what I'm hoping. I'm hoping for it to be quiet.

Hope you all sleep well tonight. Be safe out there. Take care of yourselves. Until next time.

[faghubby]

FAIRY TALES

I had my head buried in a pillow my ass in the air. As Jan drove her 8 inch strapon in and out of my ass. My dick waving slightly as it was locked in a pink plastic cage. This was nothing new Jan had been dominating me for several months.

This time though we had gone to my mom's for the holiday and as Jan pounded me in my old bedroom. My mother walked in.

"Oh sorry" my mother said shocked.

"No worries we are done anyway" Jan said pulling the toy from me. My mother paused then just closed the door.

"I guess your secrets out" Jan laughed and smacked my ass. I wanted to rush after my mom and explain. But I had to remove Jan's harness and clean everything first. Jan just pulled her dress back down and left not even putting on her panties. By the time I came downstairs. My mother, Jan and my little sister Bree where all in the kitchen.

"He isn't very big, and is quick on the draw" Jan was telling them.

"How's that ass feel?" Bree asked. My mother was unable to not snicker at the comment as well.

"FUCK OFF" I shot back at Bree. Jan jumped up and pushed me right over the kitchen counter. My mom had been baking. Jan grabbed a spatchula from the bowl and spanked me over and over.

"Appologize to Bree now" She told me.

"I am sorry Bree" I said head looking down

"She was concerned about you and you attacked her for no reason" Jan continued. "We are guest in her home" She continued to berate me. Although it was my mom's house Bree still lived there.

"I think you should do her chores while we are here" She told me.

"Yes, dear" I responded.

"Bree could you please make a list of your chores so Timmy can do them for you during our stay" Jan asked. Bree stiffled an all out laugh. While my mother just looked on shocked. Bree started texting. Then my phone dinged she had sent me a list of chores. Jan took my phone and forwarded to her as well.

"Might as well get started" Jan said dismissing me. I heard them I. Whispered voices after I left the room. And went to clean the bathrooms. Jan also had me clean up for my mother so they could go last minute shopping.

"Don't worry he will finish the cookies and have this all cleaned up before we get back." My mother was doubtful I had never done any of my chores as a kid unless she stood over me. But Jan insisted and the ladies left me alone. I knew Jan would expect everything done and no shortcuts before they got back. They where gone for hours. I had done all Bree's chores. Cleaned the kitchen top to bottom finished all the cookies. Then vacuumed and made all the beds. When they got home I even had a fire in the fireplace and candles burning so I smelled like Christmas.

"The house looks wonderful" my mother praised. Even Bree had nothing negative to say.

The tablecloths are still in the dryer, and I just put dinner in the oven" I informed my mother. She gave me a big hug.

"Bree got you something" Jan told me. Bree was a little awkward about giving it to me.

"Not sure if you will like this but thought, maybe" She handed me a pink Victoria Secret bag. All the ladies looked on as I pulled out a pair of panties that said ho ho ho on the ass. I had never worn panties and looked at Jan she just smiled.

"Thank you" is all I said

"Well I will finish dinner Tim, why don't you take Jan out and show her around town." She suggested I grabbed my coat and Jan and I went for a walk in the snow.

"Do you like Bree's gift?" Jan asked before we even got to the driveway.

"I never" I started

"I know but you could" She told me as she held my arm we walked around the block.

"You did a nice job cleaning up today" She to me. We stopped and chatted quickly with a neighbor.

"Tim, I that you" Mrs Herrend called out from her porch trying to move a big box inside. I ran over to help.

"Come in come in" She told me. "Its a present for my grandson" She told me. I introduced Jan. Then we where on our way.

"She was nice" Jan told me. "And you didn't even hesitate to help her" She was proud of me. A few months ago I was a self centered ass. That would have never offered to help. Let alone clean my mom's house.

When Jan had told me she had had enough, I begged her to reconsider. That is when she locked me in chastity. After that changing my behavior was easy she had told me. At first it was a few days then weeks. Now it was almost 2 months. She had first pegged me about a month ago. And now we both loved it. I had a strapon as well that I used on her. But mostly I just preformed orally.

"Through there is where we used to go party" pointing to a trail behind the ball field. "There is an old cabin back there"

"Show me" Jan said so I led her down the snowy path. The cabin was still there. Inside Keri hiked up her dress She still worn no panties. She pushed me to my knees and I dove in eating her as she leaned against the wall. Just then the door opened and in walked a tall man.

"Whoops" he said. Jan dropped her dress and I stood.

"Tim?" Charlie laughed. Charlie was my best friend in high school.

"Jan, Charlie Charlie Jan" I introduced them

"Sorry I am interrupting" Charlie said

"Nonsense" Jan replied. She asked several questions about me in school all the whole flirting with Charlie. Charlie looked over at me several times. I said nothing.

"Its cold let's go back to your place Charlie" Jan told him taking his arm. He lived just on the other side of the ball field.

"My mom and Dad are working" he informed us. Charlie house was always a bit run down. But I loved hanging out there growing up. As soon as we where inside Jan kissed Charlie deep on the mouth. She looked around.

"Timmy, why don't you help Charlie here and do the dishes as he shows me around. She led him upstairs. She had never openly cheated on me like this but I couldn't bring myself to argue. So I set out cleaning up. His parents worked alot so the house was never "clean" so to say. I heard the notices of sex coming from upstairs.

Jan appeared about 30 minutes later I had cleaned most of the kitchen.

"We need to get going dinner be ready soon" Jan told me. She called out her goodbyes to Charlie and we left.

"I would like you to wear Bree's gift tomarrow morning when we open presents" Bree told me. As she held my arm all the way home. I didn't bring up Charlie neither did she.

After dinner I cleared the table and did the dishes it was bree's chore. Then Jan took me upstairs. Where she disrobed. I could see dried cum all over her leg and matted in her pubic hair. She just smiled.and went to take a shower. My mother knocked on the door loudly then waited.

"Bree and I are going to church" She informed me. I just shook my head knowing it was an offer to come along. Just then Jan came out of the bathroom in her robe

"He would love too" She told my mom.

"Be down in 10 minutes" She continued. My mom openly happy I was going didn't argue how.

"Get changed" Jan told me. She pulled out clothes for me. Slacks and a button down shirt. Then the panties Bree had bought me. And a pair of her stockings.

"Not a word" She warned and helped me get dressed. Then spritzed me with her perfume. I was ready in 5 and met my mom at the door.

"You smell nice, like Jan" Bree smiled.

"Thank you" I answered Jan smiling from the top of the stairs. I sat through service and mom telling everyone how well I was doing. It was Christmas service so it was midnight when we got home.

"You should shave your legs if your going to wear pantyhose" Bree said as soon as we walked inside. This made my mother look as well and I think she was more embarrassed. I headed straight to bed. I found Jan naked covered in cum.

"Charlie bought your friend Pete with him" She whispered in my ear.

She kissed me and I could taste cum on her lips. I pulled away.

Jan pulled my hair and kissed me again.

"How dare you pull away" She whispered. And pushed my head to her cum covered tits.

"Taste them" again she rasped. Not wanting to attract my sister or mother I did as told. As I finished shepushed my head south. And I ate my first creampie as well. She held me all night wanting me to keep the taste of them in my mouth. I woke early I always did now. The cage made it hard to sleep sometimes. Jan was sitting up when I returned from the bathroom. She had several presents laid out.

"You should open these in private" I opened the first it was a new chastity cage steel and smaller. Jan immediately swapped them. She had a ice pack handy. She obviously planned this all.

"So?" She asksd

"Its a bit tight" I whined

"You will shrink into it" She smiled.

Next was a new more realistic attachment for the strapon it was alot bigger.

"We can try that out later" She giggled

Next was a set of pajamas they where obviously woman's pajamas with lace around the edges. the bottom where either shorts or pants. Jan told me to wear the shorts. We got up and went downstairs Bree and Mom already there handed us each a coffee. Mom looked at our matching pj's. But Jan wore the pants. I handed out the presents like I had always done since I was a kid. As I bent and twisted.

"I know what to get you for your birthday" Bree said pulling down my pj's to expose the panties she had gotten me.

"He wore them all night" Jan informed her. They talked as if I wasn't there, about me needing to shave my legs. Mom ended the sex talk and focused on Christmas. All presents handed out.

Jan looked around. "Where is your present to me?" She asked a bit disappointed. I reached into the tree and presented her with a small box.

"Will you marry me?" I asked a bit shocked she pulled me from the room. And in hushed tones.

"Nothing changes" She told me "it may get worse, I will never let you out" She told me.

"I know" I responded She kissed me and said yes then informed Bree and my mom everyone was excited.

Then Bree asked, "Who will wear the wedding dress?"

"We will have to wait and see" Jan responded.

And we lived happily ever after.

[nuagederose]

As the Seasons Grey | Chapter Twenty-Two: Subtle Poison

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The hospital hallways were bright and sterile under the cold fluorescent lights, and the entire wing smelled of fresh cleaner, as if they had just wiped the entire place clean before anyone had shown up for any sort of treatment. Among the smell of cleaner was the unmistakable stench of sickness and death, whereby people in wheelchairs and upon gurneys lined the main corridor of the emergency room. A girl sat in a chair near the front desk with a caste around her leg and the fluorescence only added to the washed out complexion to her face. Nurses scattered the room to help an old man who was having a seizure. A young man stood by the front desk with a strip of gauze over one side of his face, and yet, once Christine and Eric skirted past him, they caught the unmistakable stench of burnt flesh.

“God, I hope Alex can find it,” he groaned with a sickly look on his face. She kept her arms pressed to her sides so as to not touch anything or anyone.

“I’m sure he will,” she told him as they brushed past a trash can full of used syringes and old latex. Eric let out a low whistle as he huddled closer to Christine. They walked together towards the doorway to Kenny’s room, a small, cramped, but quiet room in comparison to the rest of the hospital. Wendy sat in the far corner of the room with a protective mask over her mouth and nose: she raised a hand for a pretty little wave to Christine and Eric.

The former turned her head for a look at her father, sound asleep there in the hospital bed off to the left side of the room, complete with a plastic tube shoved down his throat. The fine fuzz of the gray hair on his head shone under the fluorescent lights and his washed-out, pallid skin had the same texture as leather that had been left out in the sun for days on end. He had definitely overdosed.

“How’s he doing?” Christine whispered to Wendy.

“He’s finally stable,” she replied. “The last couple of days have been terrifying because his blood pressure has been literally all over the place. They worried that he was bleeding internally because morphine is known to slow things down, and picking things back up with haste is a good way to send it into overdrive, because withdrawals from opiates are no joke. He complained about not being able to breathe well so they put him on oxygen, and that nearly knocked him out. They found a few lacerations on his throat so they did surgery there and put that tube down his throat.” She closed her eyes and sighed through her nose.

“Well, at least he’s finally doing better,” Christine pointed out, and she could feel the hard lump burgeoning in her throat at the thought of her father dying there in the hospital without her even knowing what was happening. Wendy then opened her eyes and looked on at Eric.

“Aw, who’s this?”

“This is my friend, Eric,” Christine replied. “Eric, this is my mom, Wendy.”

“Good to meet you, Mrs. Peck,” he quipped in a low voice.

“You can call me Wendy, son,” she assured him with a wave of her hand towards him. “Did you kids just get here from school?”

“Yeah, we just finished our final classes and Alex—you know, the music teacher—he was kind enough to give us a ride here,” Christine explained in a single breath. The nurse strode into the room right then with a metal tray in her hands.

“Is he family?” she asked Wendy and Christine in a kind voice.

“No, I’m just a friend,” Eric answered as he adjusted the lapels on his jacket. “I can’t be in here?”

“Unfortunately, no, it’s just family only. I also have to inject this—” She picked up a syringe with a tiny needle at the end.

“Oh, okay—” He bowed out of there as fast as he could, and Christine followed suit right behind him. They stood out there in the hallway as the nurse pulled the curtain around Kenny’s bed. Eric gestured to the far end of the hallway and a series of chairs near the big bay window which looked out to the cityscape and the darkening sky overhead. The two of them took their seats and waited for the cue from the nurse.

“She probably told them that he’s his wife,” Christine stated as they set their bags down on the floor. “Seeing as they’re divorced and everything.”

“You know, I would do that, too, for someone I cared about,” Eric confessed in a low voice.

They turned their heads to the hallway off to the left: they were nestled back against the wall, near the window and the view of the first flurries of snow, away from the chaos of the emergency room. It was like their own little pocket of silence in an otherwise ghastly place.

“I didn’t tell you this,” she began, and Eric glanced over at her with his eyebrows slightly raised.

“Hm?”

“Promise you won’t tell anyone, though,” she said in a near whisper, and he raised his hand up next to his head.

“I solemnly swear to keep it all under wraps,” he vowed. She sighed through her nose as Alex nearly stumbled around a pair of nurses pushing a pair of pregnant women in wheelchairs ready to give birth and gathered himself there at the intersection of the main hallway before them and the corridor to obstetrics. He straightened himself out and gestured to the right, and he mouthed the word, “bathroom” to them.

Christine nodded at him and he ducked around the corner there. She sighed through her nose again and returned to Eric.

“Okay. There was this boy I used to have a crush on when I was in the second grade. He and I were friends—best friends, actually, all the way into freshman year of high school. He… actually kind of looked like Alex as he got older. He had these shoulder length frizzy curls and he was a little bit chubby, too. He didn’t wear glasses, though. He was the only one who knew about my eating disorder when it started up—he was the first one to know before I told my parents.”

Eric frowned. “Did something happen to him? Sounds like something happened to him.”

“I called him one day and got no answer,” she continued. “I called his parents and got nothing. I went over to their place to see if they were home and they weren’t. It wasn’t until a week later when his mom called me and said that they were in a bad rollover car accident on the way to Lake Placid. She walked away from it unscathed, and so did his kid sister, but left his dad paralyzed from the waist down…” Her voice trailed off. Such a distant memory, and one she barely thought about at that point, but she knew it when she felt it and talked about it out loud.

“He didn’t?” Eric asked her in a small voice, and she shook her head.

“He was killed immediately. His mom was driving and he was in the front seat. There was a car passing another up ahead of them and he took his sweet time getting around. She pulled over into the trees but they were going too fast. Lost control and—that was it. He banged his head on the ground and that was it.”

He closed his eyes and bowed his head a bit. 

“Just seeing Alex here with us and my dad in the room over here just… made me think of that day. They took him to the hospital but he was already gone, though.”

“What was his name?” Eric asked her.

“Chris, believe it or not. Dad called us ‘the Chrises’ because of it. Chris Pereira—another Jewish boy. His parents and his sister didn’t always go to the synagogue but after he was killed, they go every week now.”

“Wow.”

They fell into momentary silence, with the sole sound being from the cold machines down the hallway. The mere presence of being in those hospital hallways was enough for Christine to return home to that memory.

“His grandma on his mother’s side,” she started again, “her maiden name was Rabinow. So, when we were in elementary school, he always made a joke about being part rainbow.” 

Eric chuckled at that. “Okay, that’s really cute,” he remarked.

“I never got to tell him about my feelings for him,” she continued. “I started to fall in love with him—like really crush on him and fall in love with him—right around the time I was thirteen, the year before he was killed, but I never knew if they were real or not because… you know.”

“‘Oh, you’re thirteen, it’s not real,’” Eric stated in a mocking tone.

“Exactly, yes! But he was my first love. We used to hug the same way that I hug Alex: I’d put my arms around his waist and hold him close to me. He had the cutest little round tummy, and he was always so soft and warm there: it was like holding a little pillow. This cute chubby little Jewish boy with soft black curls, and he always smelled like he just climbed out of the shower. He was so tender and sweet, too—very smart, too. Where Alex has those bright eyes, he had brown ones like you.”

She sighed through her nose, and then she peered down the hallway to find Alex there at the far end with the nurse. He kept his hands in his pockets as she talked to him about something.

“He was the love of my life,” she said in a soft voice.

“Do you still talk to his parents and his sister?” he asked her again.

“I did all through high school but they left Queens and moved way out to Monticello right before my senior year started—and that was when my anorexia was starting to get bad, too. Mrs. Pereira told me it was to be closer to his grandparents and to get out of the city. She told me that they just needed to be somewhere quiet. I literally haven’t seen them since.”

She turned her head to the right for a look out the window as the snow picked up from little flurries to bigger flakes in the face of the wind. The first blizzard of the season was beginning.

“I still remember his birthday, too,” she added. “September twenty-first.”

“His birthday is the twenty-ninth,” Eric said with a nod over to Alex.

“How’d you find that out?” Christine gaped at him. “Wow!”

“We were talking before class one day and we got to birthdays. His is September twenty-ninth. Mine’s May fourteenth.”

“I’m April fifteenth. My mom’s is October first, and my dad’s birthday is April twenty-fifth.”

“Spring or fall, there’s no in between,” Eric remarked with a chuckle. “Actually, no, I take that back. Lou’s birthday is January twenty-third. Greg’s is April twenty-ninth.”

“Nobody in the summer, that’s crazy,” she said, and Alex strode on up to them with his fingers curled around the bottom hem of his shirt as if to accentuate the shape of the middle of his body.

“There you are,” Christine noted.

“Here I am,” Alex declared with a soft look on his face. “What’s happening?”

“Waiting, plus Eric can’t be in there because he’s not family,” she explained.

“Oh, jeez.”

Wendy then surfaced from the room with the mask still over her face; but once she was outside the door, she peeled it right off and neatly folded it in half before she tucked it into her purse.

“They’re apparently going to do more surgery on his throat,” she informed Christine. “And when he wakes up, they’re going to do some rehabilitation for him. Like I said, opiates are no joke.”

“Oh, my god,” Alex stated with a stunned look on his face.

“Yeah,” Wendy said with a stern look on her face. “The nurse was telling me it’s actually a miracle he’s still alive.”

“So, what happens now?” Eric asked her.

“We go home,” she replied. “It’s dinner time, anyway, so, seeing as it’s snowing, I’ll make a pot of chili for us.” She gestured to Alex and Eric. “You boys are welcome to join Chris and me.”

“I could definitely go for some homemade chili,” Eric confessed.

“Yeah, me, too,” Alex said with a slight grin.

“I took the bus here, so I’ll meet you three back home,” Wendy assured them, and she gave Christine a hug before she walked back down the hallway.

“Yeah, let’s boogie,” Eric declared, and he hastily stood to his feet.

“Yeah, I need to get out of this hospital, it’s kind of freaking me out a little bit,” Alex confessed, and the three of them scurried down the hall to the big double doors. The emergency room was still teeming with patients and nurses all the while, and Christine understood why Alex wanted to get out of there so badly. They emerged from the hospital doors only to be met with a blackened night sky, a cold, biting wind and even bigger snowflakes. Alex bowed his head and put his arms around Christine and Eric to protect them as they walked along the sidewalk in the face of the wind.

He guided them over to parking garage next door to the hospital right as the bus lumbered up the street in front of them, and Wendy climbed aboard along with some other people.

The three of them were safe from the winds and the snow once inside of the garage; Alex led them over to his car parked at the far end of the lot, which looked out to the small courtyard outside of the hospital and away from the winds. He unlocked the car and Christine ducked right into the front seat first and Eric took to the back.

Alex closed the driver’s door and stuck the key into the ignition. He turned it and the car struggled to fire up. Christine’s heart sank at that.

Alex bowed his head over the steering wheel as he tried again. He closed his eyes as the car struggled to fire up against the cold.

“Come on, come on, come on…” The car momentarily shuddered to life, only to sputter out and die. He groaned in his throat as he tried it a third time and got nothing in return.

“What do you think we should do?” Christine asked him.

“We’re actually not too far from you guys’ neighborhood,” he replied. “Only five or six blocks. But it’s dumping snow right now, the wind chill is freakishly low, and neither of us are appropriately dressed.”

“It’s also getting late,” she added.

“It’s also late, and we each have school in the morning,” he echoed her. “We’re gonna be so hungry when we wake up, though.” He held there with his hands on the rim of the wheel and his eyes fixed on the clock of the dashboard, which read nearly seven o’clock in the evening. Wendy would have the chili made within an hour or so, and yet there was no way they were going to make it in that car.

“I do have a sleeping bag under the backseat,” he said. “I have it there because I never know if I’m going to be thrown out of my building and she’s going to come after me with a knife.”

“Under the backseat, you said?” Eric asked him.

“Yeah.” Alex glanced up to the rear-view mirror for a look back at him. “It should be right behind your legs, Eric.”

There was some rustling back there as Eric took the bag out of hiding, tucked in the tight spot right under the seat.

“And I also have a few blankets in the trunk for the same reason, too,” Alex continued. “We could put the backseat down and lay across it as our bed. The three of us huddled together will keep each other warm.” He took off his glasses and tucked them into the case from his jacket pocket, and he put the case in the glove box before Christine’s knees. “It’s just one of us has to brave it and get the blankets out of the trunk.”

The wind howled on the other side of the wall before them. The snowflakes sailed up with the direction, although they missed the car as well as the rim of the parking garage there. They were safe from the snow, but it was cold, and it was getting colder inside of that car by the second.

Christine tugged her hood over her head and fastened her jacket.

“I’ll do it,” she volunteered.

“You’re going to do it? Oh, man.” Alex leaned back in his seat. She closed her eyes and took in a breath, and then she bowed out of the car and into the cold.

The garage itself, while mostly dry save for some water that had spilled down on the asphalt over on the side where the wind channeled in, felt as cold as a refrigerator. Outside, the wind made the snow channel in sideways; but their space was dry as could be. As Christine made her way to the trunk of the car, a gust of wind roared through the gap in the wall right before her and nearly knocked her down to the blacktop.

But she gripped onto the side of the car and inched her way to the back of the trunk. She lifted the lid with both hands, and the surface of the lid itself blocked some of the wind, especially since her hood was about to fall right off.

There were three neatly folded and stacked up next to the car jack, the tire iron, and the spare, and she took them out of their spot and held them close to her chest. She reached up and closed the lid right as Eric climbed out of back to put the seats down flat. Christine shivered as Alex lay the front seats down from the other side of the car so they could have as much room as possible.

Once they were flat, she handed Eric the blankets and then took off her jacket, and lay it on top of the passenger seat.

“You’re a brave soul, Chris,” he remarked as he climbed inside feet first. She watched him kick off his shoes and tuck them under the seat once he was inside.

“I can see myself getting too hot,” she confessed as she climbed in next to him and did the same thing with her shoes, albeit with some struggle given he had tucked himself inside of the large black sleeping bag. She slipped her feet in next to his shoulder and then she tucked herself inside next to him. It was a tight fit, and she knew she made the right choice by taking her jacket off. Once the two of them lay down together, they reached up in unison and shut the door, albeit without hitting their heads on the door panel. At their feet, Alex climbed in and tucked his shows under the driver’s seat. Once he was inside, he reached behind him and tugged on the door handle to close it.

He picked up the blankets, including a heavy long Indian blanket which he unfurled and then rolled up lengthwise.

“Lift your heads,” he advised them. Christine and Eric hoisted themselves up onto their elbows, and he tucked the blanket under their heads: there was enough left over to support his head as well.

He then spread the other two blankets over their bodies, one right after the other, and he lay down on his side right up next to Christine.

She put her arms around his round waist and lay her head upon his deep chest to hear his heartbeat and steady breathing. Eric huddled down behind her with his back to the window. The winds howled outside of the parking garage, but the sleeping bag and the blankets protected them. Alex put his arms around Christine and held her closer to his body.

“At least we’re safe in this garage,” she muttered.

“Yeah, and we’re behind a wall, too—it’s not gonna wake up to any snow drifts burying us alive,” Alex said, and she ran her hand down his chest and onto his belly. He was very soft and warm, like a big teddy bear, and his belly acted as a little round pillow.

Eric lifted the other edge of his blanket over Christine, and he held onto her hips.

“You know, Eric, you can put your arms around me,” she encouraged him.

“He’s being polite,” Alex cracked, and Eric himself chuckled at that. Christine lay still as Eric slipped his hands around her waist and rested his chin on her shoulder. Alex shifted his weight and rolled onto his side some more so the two of them could have more room there next to him: Christine snuggled even closer to him with her head firmly rested on his chest, all while his body cradled her. Eric cuddled closer to her, and he pulled the blanket in under him so he was swaddled up against the cold.

The three of them, hunkered down, warm and safe in the backseat, there in the parking garage, away from the harsh world outside. Christine closed her eyes and burrowed deep into Alex’s chest the way she would with a big stuffed animal. She remembered what she had told Eric back in the hallway and she hoped that he could keep it under lock and key lest Alex find out about it. But she knew that she would wake up feeling his softness and his warmth in the morning.

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Danny Fenton Football Captain and the East Coast Vampire

Chapter 8: The King’s Pawns Game

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Danny woke up the next morning, the torn picture on his nightstand. Looking at the picture he could see his father’s hand on someone's shoulder, but the rest of him was missing. Or her, Danny couldn’t tell the gender from one shoulder. He took a picture and sent it to Kwan and Star. 

SpaceGhostDanny: Hey guys I got this off one of the ghost birds last night. 

OneSunnyBoi: Is that your parents? 

SpaceGhostDanny: Yeah. It says 2001 on the back of the picture. 

B3stgurluknow: Aww they look so young… has your father been wearing the same hazmat suit for almost 20 years? 

SpaceGhostDanny: I don’t know. Maybe? My Dad would be weird like that. 

B3stgurluknow: EW! 

OneSunnyBoi: Honestly. I can respect that. That’s like in the fourth grade when I tried to wear the same underwear everyday. I got two months in before my mom noticed I kept putting clean underwear in the laundry. 

B3stGurluKnow: Kwan! That is fucking gross! Ugh! 

SpaceGhostDanny: Hey now. Sometimes you just find that pair of underwear that fits just right. 

OneSunnyBoi: Yeah! Danny Gets it! 

B3stGurluKnow: You both are gross! DO you know how dirty underwear gets! I am literally gagging rn. 

SpaceGhostDanny: It’s a guy thing Star, you wouldn’t understand. 

OneSunnyBoi: Yeah Star. It’s a guy thing. 

B3stgurluKnow: Then I am glad I am not a man! GROSS! Kwan next time you are at my house I am going to make you take a shower! 

OneSunnyBoi: I don’t do it anymore!  But I’ll gladly take a shower if you're in it, Star. 

B3stGurluKnow: Oh really now?

SpaceGhostDanny: Hello! I am right here! In the group chat! 

B3stGurluKnow: Sorry Danny

OneSunnyBoi: Sorry Danny. 

    The group chat suddenly fell silent. Danny groaned and threw his phone across the room. Thank god It’s Saturday. Danny thought, curling back into bed and throwing the covers over his head. A rapid knocking came from his door, startling him. 

“Danny get up! One of Mom and Dad's friends is here!”  Jazz shouted through the door. 

    Danny groaned and got out of bed, his body sore from the next before. He quickly got ready and threw on whatever passed the smell test. He ran down the stairs jumping the last few steps, hearing his parents laughing below. 

    In this parents living room were two well dressed individuals. The man was pale with white-grey hair and a dark skinned woman sat next to him.

“Ah! There he is, Danny, this is our old friend from college, Vlad Masters, and his wife Desiree.” His Mom said. 

Vlad Masters was a good foot smaller than his Father, but he was a league above the taller man in everything else. Vlad Masters shirt looked like it had been hand woven from fresk silk and custom fitted to his body. And the gold pin stripes of his pants matched the emerald cufflinks on his wrist. TheDesiree sat beside him and her clothes matched his. Her dark green satin top and black slit skirt clinged to her matured body like plastic wrap. Emerald earrings dazzled behind her thick black hair. Danny chose to focus in on the earrings, in order to avoid his eyes traveling elsewhere. 

“Uh Hello?’ Danny said. 

“That’s the Vlad Masters . He’s one of the top ten richest men in the world. He owns Dalv, it’s one of the top computer companies around the world,” Jazz whispered into Danny’s ear. 

“Thanks Jazz,” Dannyw whispered back. 

“Hey kids, stop whispering and join us. It’s not every day the V-Man comes and pays us a visit,” His Dad said. Danny and Jazz walked over to the living room and took a seat. 

“So, Mr. Masters, how do you know our parents?” Jazz asked. 

“Have they not mentioned me before? We were best friends in college and high school. We used to work on ghost technology together,” He said. 

“Really? You guys knew Vlad Masters and you never said anything?” Jazz asked. 

“Oh It’s okay Jasmine. I hear your parents have been busy in the past few years,” Vlad said. 

“Yes, we finally completed the ghost portal, and right now we are working on an anti-ghost bomb-” His mother began. 

“Yes! The Fenton Ghost Killer 9000! It should eradicate any ghost within 500 feet of it going off, by sending massive amounts of ectoplasm within the area,” His father interrupted her, his mouth babbling away about his invention. 

“Oh my that sounds violent!” Desiree said. 

“It is but it is the last case scenario if we can't catch a powerful ghost. You never know what those crafty demons can bring, so we like to stay prepared!” Jack laughed. 

“What about your kids?” Desiree asked. 

“Hun? Oh yes my kids! Jazzy here is about to go to college with a full ride scholarship to Yale. You would like her V-Man! She is super smart and can tell you anything about the mind,” Jack said. Danny rolled his eyes. His father was always quick to praise his sister but always forgot about him. 

“And Danny is the captain of his high school football team,” His mom said. 

“What team are you on?” Vlad asked. “The Casper High Ravens,” Danny replied. 

“I was on that team in high school, tell me is the coach still there?” Vlad put air quotes around the coach. 

“Yeah, but he’s pretty old now. He keeps complaining that he is going to retire soon,” Danny knew what he was saying. His coach was only called coach or the coach. Nobody remembered his real name. “What position were you?” 

“I was a running back. But my body is old now and I can’t run like I used to. But I miss that old team.” Vlad said. 

“Well we had a game last night,” Danny said.

“Against who?”

“The Cyclones.”

“Did you beat them?”

‘Of course. We beat them six to one!”

“Ah that’s my boy. That team has never been good anyways,” 

“I know right?” 

“Danny, you should come to our house one day and see Vlad’s football cave,” Desiree siad. 

“Football caver?” Danny said. 

“It’s not a cave, it's a den. I have a eighth inch tv I use to watch all the football games, and I am the owner of the Packers,” 

“You own the Packers?” 

“Yes, and since I took ownership in 2012, I am glad to say they have made an excellent comeback, wouldn’t you say?”

“They won the superbowl last year!” 

“Yes they did. I wish you could’ve been there in the owner’s booth. It got really close at the end, but I know how to pick the best people. Maybe next year I can invite all for you to the next superbowl.”

“Really?” Danny’s eyes sparkled, Jazz looked less than pleased. 

“Yes! It is very different in the stadium than watching it on TV. The roar of the crowd, the sound of the players hitting each other, and the music is amazing.” Danny hung on his every word.

“That would be amazing!” 

“That is pretty generous V-man,” His Dad said. 

“Well of course, anything for my old friends,” Vlad said. 

    The conversation was mostly taken over by Danny and Vlad talking about football. Desiree, his Mother, and his Sister eventually disappeared into another room to talk about something else. While his father sat there confused by their words. Soon the sound of the old clock tower announced it was noon. 

“Oh no! It seems I stayed too late,” Vlad said.

“Oh, I’m sorry sir,”

“Don’t be Danny. It has been a while since I got a chance to discuss football with someone, hopefully we can talk more in the future,” Vlad said. 

    Desire and the other woman came out of the dining room, giggling and laughing. 

“Remember, don’t go here, here, or here in New Haven. And if anyone tries to take you to a new bar, don’t go until reviews come out. When I went there for college my friend dragged me to this place called the Funky Monkey, and the food was god awful,” Desiree laughed. 

“Thank you for all the college advice Mrs. Masters!’ Jazz said. 

“You are more than welcome Jasmine. Here is my business card, if you have any questions about Yale or New Haven I can answer it,”

“Thank you!” 

“Desiree, are you ready? We have to go help pick out decorations for the Halloween ball,” Vlad said.

“You guys are going to the Halloween ball?” Danny said. 

“Yes, we are one of the main donors. Have you guys gotten tickets yet? We have some extras,” Vlad pulled out extra tickets and handed them to Jack. “Come down and we can party like old times Jack.” 

“That sounds great! See you then V-Man!” 

“Yes, I shall see you soon.” The door closed behind them.

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[sugarlove-01]

The Cruelty Chapter 2

Chapter 2:

Your POV:

Tuesday, June 14th

9:15 in the Morning

“Hey, dad. Can we get a dog? Well, can we get a puppy?” I asked, as I sat in kitchen, playing with my hair.

            My father listening to the radio, with his newspaper on the counter. His loose black and green tie around his neck, giving me the notice that he was getting ready for work. His black shiny shoes, and his glasses hung on his jacket. He shook his head with a smile to my sudden question.

“A dog, sweety? What for?” he chuckled, rinsing a few pans in the sink. Looking totally oblivious.

“What do you mean what for? For… I don’t know.”

“Just for fun? For companionship? To spend a lot of money for a slobbering beast?”

“No, it’s the first option. For fun! It’ll be my first pet ever! And plus we have this new house and all. It‘ll be a huge new start for us.”

“I don’t know. What kind of dog? Retriever?”

“Don’t know, yet. Um, yesterday I saw a flier. There’s a shelter, and there’s a lot up for adoption.”

“Still not sure,” was his reply.

“What happens of I ask mom?”

“I’m pretty sure you’ll hear the same thing, sweetheart.”

            Right then my mother came in with a flower pot in her hands. Of course she was planting a garden already. It symbolized that this was a new start, and we had to plant the roots around it. Claiming this place as ours, a new home. We did this every time we moved, if we had a backyard. My mother had a green thumb. Anything she’d put in the ground, it would grow. And anything my father touched seemed to…do the opposite. And she teased him for that.

“Guess what, hon? Our baby girl wants a puppy…” my father chuckled, shaking his head.

“Oh! I think a dog in this family would be nice!” my mother beamed, putting the flower pot at the window.

“What? I thought you were going to be on my side. We don‘t need a dog! We didn‘t have a dog last time.”

“You don’t want a puppy? I think a puppy is a great idea!” exclaimed my mom dusting off the flower pot.

“Great! How bout me and mom go to the shelter today? They‘re giving them up for adoption!” I smiled.

“We don’t even have the supplies to take care of a dog. And do you know how much work a puppy is…?” my father put the dishes away.

“That’s ok. Remember me and mom can shop?” I teased him,” And anyway, you know I can take care of a dog!”

“Yea, we can both go downtown and look for a doggy bed, food, toys, brushes and washing supplies. A leash and a collar.”

“Yea! And the vote’s 2 to 1, so we win…! Ha!” I smiled. Mom stood beside me with her purse in hand. 

            My dad sighed, and smiled. Maybe he agreed or not.

“Ok, ok…go get a puppy, sweety…”

            So my mother and I went downtown, and it was perfectly sunny. Many people wore shorts and sunglasses, carrying plastic bags and beach balls. It was a perfect day to be at the beach, as some people carried blue coolers. Sometimes my mom asked me what I was going to name the puppy, and nothing came up yet. She was thinking Sergeant Fuzzy Boots.

            My mother made a list of supplies needed for a puppy. I wrote some things down myself. I pushed the shopping cart in the little market, as she gathered squeaky toys. She looked at the price tags, while I was thinking about a few names. Human names and pet names. We limited ourselves to a price range, to save money for a doggy bed and maybe a collar.

            We went further down the aisle and came to the leashes. They were differently colored, which made it the more fun to pick out. Made of rope or chains, of different sizes. My mother thought it would be nice that I’d choose the color, so I picked up a purple leash. Looked like the perfect size. It also looked like a leash the puppy couldn’t chew through.

            My mother and I soon separated. She went to go get the food, while I went to go get the clippers and brushes and the bowl. By the time I got everything, my arms were full. Then we met up again. I pushed the shopping cart to the cashier, with my mother who picked up a few magazines and a Pepsi. The toys were paid and done for. As well for the leash.

“Ok, the only thing we’re missing is…the collar. But we have the full body leash, that‘ll be ok for now. But I still want the collar.”

“Yea, mom, I looked everywhere in the market. I didn’t see any and I asked an employee and he said they ran out.”

“Oh, well, I’m sure we can wait on the collar…”

“Or, I can go to the carnival or the Boardwalk and try and look for a collar tonight. There’s a lot of shops there.”

“I don’t want you to go alone. Is Tom working tonight?”

“Yea, he told me he’s working tonight. He said I could come over and chat for awhile. And then he’s off near 8:00...”

“Ok, you can go. Just as long as Tom’s there... Alrighty then! Ready to go the shelter, now?”

“Yes!”

“So what time is it? What time are we getting our first puppy?”

“Ok…it’s 12:35 on June 14th…! My first puppy!” I smiled.

            The shelter was old, and smelled like soap and fur. The woman at the desk was happy that we came in. She said that not enough people come in anymore, even though there was great puppies and dogs here. So, she took us inside.

            The dogs yelped and barked. Pawing the cage doors, running in circles, with their tongues out. My mother marveled at this little Chihuahua with huge black eyes, a disproportionaly large head, and its little paws and tiny tail.

            For a long time we walked around the shelter. Even looking at cats. The woman talked to us about adoption and we asked her questions about vets and health that we needed to watch out for. So we walked and walked and walked.

            Every once in awhile, my mother would look at little white puppies that almost crawled all over her. The woman dressed in green and black worker clothes opened cages to let loose the puppies and kitties. My mother loved them all.

            She cooed at them, while I looked at this other puppy with white puffy fur and big black eyes. But I continued to walk. Finally after walking a small round, I came to a small peculiar puppy. It was black and brown, with black eyes.

            The woman told me that they found this puppy in their garbage right outside their door, and took him in. Apparently the poor thing almost starved to death. But it was ok now. My mom took a look at it, and kept hugging it to death.

            The woman said that they couldn’t truly identify it’s breed, but the puppy was a total sweetheart. Its teeth were fine and had no tics or fleas. The little angel puppy had its wash just yesterday, and so I agreed. I had chosen my puppy.

            So my mother put the puppy in my arms, started the engine and drove back home. We wanted to show my dad the good news. If he saw it as good news. But we both knew he wanted a puppy in the house too. He just denied it.

            Soon I wanted to go to Tom’s work and show him my little furry surprise. Maybe he could help me figure out a name for my new baby. He would be surprised, and it was good because he wasn’t allergic to animals or anything. It would be fun.

“Aww! Would you look at this thing!? It keeps trying to lick you and all! Like its trying to suck up or something,” I said, as the puppy licked my chin.

“I know! …Gah! I can’t help myself! I just want to hug it until I scream!” My mother hugged my puppy.

            It was a rather large puppy, but really young. It looked like a retriever and a husky. But it had soft fur, floppy ears, and really large paws. Then my dad came in. He actually looked surprised to see the cute little thing in my arms.

“Isn’t it cute dad!?” I squealed.

“Yes. Yes. Yes… It makes you wanna vomit from all the cuteness…” he joked, and laughed.

“Oh, don’t be like that. You know you love it!” my mom said, hitting his arm.

“What time is it?“ I asked.

“It’s…5:30. Why?” my mom looked at her watch.

“I’m going over to Tom’s place! He’s working, so it’s a perfect opportunity! And I want to walk this little guy!”

“Ok… Just be careful. Tell Tom we said hello…”

“I will…!”

            So unlocking the chain to my bike, I began to peddle off. I held the leash as I held onto the bike handle. I passed Tom’s house and went down the street. My puppy at my side. We went to the Boardwalk. But this time, it felt different. Since I had my puppy with me, I didn’t feel so alone anymore. So I found Tom’s hotdog stand, and he still had no customers. His red and white worker clothes made him look like a dork. I smiled as I came up.

“Hello Tom!”

“Oh! ’Ey! How are you? Hey…you‘re lookin’ bright today. What‘s up?”

“You’ll never guess what I got!”

“A car?” he smiled.

“No…!”

“A life!?” he joked.

“No…!” I laughed.

“A job?”

“No…!”

“I don’t know…! Tell me.”

“Look down at my feet…!” I smiled.

            Tom leaned over the counter and looked at my shoes. But then he saw the leash in my hand, and saw the little puppy that sniffed at the ground for something. At first, he froze.

“Oh wow! Hey little guy! What’s its name?”

“Well that’s the reason I came down here. I was wondering if you could help me figure out a name for it.”

“Ok! That’s cool. And is it a boy or girl?”

“It’s a boy.”

“Ok, I get a break in about an hour. How bout we talk about it then?”

“Alright, cool. I’ll be back. I need to go look for a collar for it anyway…”

            Tom smiled and I went my own way. I looked at my watch, and it was 6:30. I had enough time to kill before 8:00. I walked and looked around, and then found a shop for collars. They had spiked collars, leather collars, light-up collars, and collars that had little charms on it.

David’s POV:

Tuesday, June 14th

6:15 in the Evening

“Where the hell did ‘ey go? Huh? Run off already? Where’s the little Laddie?”

“I don‘t know. I don‘t know... Look, man, everyone’s out tonight.”

“Ah! Whatever. Anyway, where’s the fire tonight boys?”

“Whose hungry!?”

            The boys were all out of the cave. Star and Laddie went their own way. They always separate from them, right when the sun goes down. Shit, maybe it’s because their embarrassed. Or they hate them.

“Who knows where ‘ey go! Alright? Let’s just leave it!”

            Paul shoved Dwayne.

“Let’s go! Let’s go! Let’s go! Get outta the way, dude!”

“Whoa man! Watch it! Hahahaha! Hey!” Marko shoved Paul.

“Gonna bring you down, son!”

“Shut up! All of you! Star and Laddie are gone. So what!”

            The hell with them, then. Paul and Marko were laughing their heads off, seeming to run eachother over. Poking at eachother. Dwayne was spinning around on his bike, spitting sand.

“Where’s the action man! Hey, David! David!”

“Shut up! Go separate ways! Go find her!”

            Paul and Marko laughed, tipping their heads. David lowered his head, looking angry.

“Hahahaha! ’Ey, let her go, man! Let’s just go hang out!”

“What the hell, I said go find her. On foot!”

“Whoa… Hit a nerve? A’right. A’right. We’re goin. Chill out…”

“Let’s go boys… and if you do find her, just bring her back.”

            They waved and left. They pushed and shoved past people. Their wild suitable ways were normal as usual. They’d snicker at people and feel power over people. Like a couple of gods walking around peasants. Marko was already flirting with some chick infront of her boyfriend.

“Hey there sweety…!” Paul smiled.

“Hey back off man,” her boyfriend said.

“Naw, you back off! Get off me, man!” Paul shoved the man’s hands off his shirt.

“Get off, man! Get off!”

“What did you expect man? Your girlfriends hot!“ Paul laughed.

            David shoved between his brothers, and the girl pleaded to her boyfriend that they would just go somewhere else. David smacked Paul across the head and pushed Marko back.

“Shut up guys! Go to the damn carnival and look!” David yanked them back and forth.

“Ya heard David, guys! Look! Don’t want another embarrassing scene.”

“We’re just foolin’ David! Just foolin’ around, man!”

            Paul raised his hands up in defense.

“I don’t care. Go!”

            The boys finally went. Going separate ways and looking for Star and Laddie. David went to check the concert, but she wasn’t there. He tried the Boardwalk, and she wasn’t there. There was something about that woman that David purely hated. He wanted to fly over and look for her. Maybe tell her who’s in charge here, and slap her in the face and make sure that it burns.

“Where the hell are you?” David muttered to himself.

            The air was smoky, and he caught onto her scent for a minute. But then it was gone. David wanted to make sure that Star wasn’t doing anything stupid. He only looked for her because she had Laddie with her. It was for the sake of Paul, Dwayne, and Marko. They missed the little guy.

“Where the hell is she!?” David growled at himself.

            All night he looked, and she was nowhere to be found. Max is gonna have a bitch-fit when he finds out. So the boys gave up. It was so early in the evening. They would have all night to have fun. They didn’t want to waste their time looking for her.

            But he was no mood to be with the rest of the boys. While he was separated from the boys now, he wanted to go look for her. That girl. He hoped that she was out and about. But first David had to check the hotdog stand. And she was there. But the first thing that caught his eye was the leash in her hand.

            David looked down and saw a puppy. That was definitely new. It was black and brown and sniffed at the ground. He looked at people and looked so excited. His tail wagged, with its ears perking up at every sound, his tongue hanging out.

            David knew that the little mutt would be trouble in the future. It seemed she bought her own security alarm for her house. David had no idea why on earth she would get a puppy, but…whatever she wanted.

            David kept his distance, and listened to their conversation. She hadn’t named the animal yet, and needed Tom’s help. In an hour, he would be on break and they would talk more. David saw how Tom smiled at her, and his grey eyes gleamed. But the girl seemed to be totally unaware that her neighbor liked her. Then she left the hotdog stand and walked towards the shops along the Boardwalk. Right when she left him, David followed right behind her.

            He was right behind her. As she walked, her hair brushed along his face, tickling him almost. And then…once more he traced a finger down her green jacket. He put a cigarette behind his ear, and put away the lighter in his pocket. The things he bought from the gas station. His finger stayed on her back for awhile, then he withdrew. All the while he did, she never noticed at all. The puppy looked at him, and seemed to be scared of him. The little mutt growled at him.

            She went inside the shop and looked at the collars all on display. It was for the little mongrel. David followed her in. She looked at the collars and the price tags. Her little animal scratched at everything and sniffed, but still looked at him with those eyes. The little mutt knew that he was dangerous, and began to snarl. The girl tried to hush the poor thing, and carried it instead. Rock and roll music played in the speakers. But it didn’t cover up the dogs growls.

            David would kick it if he had the chance. Just to make it shut the hell up. There was 4 aisles in the whole shop, and she was in the 2nd aisle. While David walked in the 3rd aisle, looking at her through the small openings in the shelves. Sometimes, she’d stop look at something, and walk. Sometimes, she’d face him entirely and he would look at her face. David walked more. His thoughts, unclean. And his intentions, evil. And she wouldn’t know.

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[lindajenni]

sep 8

familiar friday - letter to mum (a repeat daily)

sally jumped up as soon as she saw the surgeon come out of the operating room. she said: "How is my little boy? is he going to be all right? when can i see him?"

the surgeon said, "i'm sorry. we did all we could, but your boy didn't make it."

sally said, "why do little children get cancer? doesn't God care anymore? where were you, God, when my son needed you?"

the surgeon asked, "would you like some time alone with your son? one of the nurses will be out in a few minutes before he's transported to the university."

sally asked the nurse to stay with her while she said good-bye to her son. she ran her fingers lovingly through his thick red curly hair. "would you like a lock of his hair?" the nurse asked. sally nodded yes. the nurse cut a lock of the boy's hair, put it in a plastic bag and handed it to sally. the mother said, "it was jimmy's idea to donate his body to the university for study. he said it might help somebody else. "i said no at first, but Jimmy said, 'mom, i won't be using it after i die. maybe it will help some other little boy spend one more day with his Mom." she went on, "my jimmy had a heart of gold. always thinking of someone else. always wanting to help others if he could.

sally walked out of children's mercy hospital for the last time, after spending most of the last six months there. she put the bag with jimmy's belongings on the seat beside her in the car. the drive home was difficult. it was even harder to enter the empty house. she carried jimmy's belongings, and the plastic bag with the lock of his hair to her son's room. she started placing the model cars and other personal things back in his room exactly where he had always kept them. she laid down across his bed and, hugging his pillow, cried herself to sleep.

it was around midnight when sally awoke. laying beside her on the bed was a folded letter. the letter said:

dear mom, i know you're going to miss me; but don't think that i will ever forget you, or stop loving you, just 'cause i'm not around to say love you. i will always love you, mom, even more with each day. someday we will see each other again. until then, if you want to adopt a little boy so you won't be so lonely, that's okay with me. he can have my room and old stuff to play with. but, if you decide to get a girl instead, she probably wouldn't like the same things us boys do. you'll have to buy her dolls and stuff girls like, you know.

don't be sad thinking about me. this really is a neat place. grandma and grandpa met me as soon as i got here and showed me around some, but it will take a long time to see everything. the angels are so cool. i love to watch them fly. and, you know what? Jesus doesn't look like any of His pictures. yet, when i saw Him, i knew it was Him.

Jesus Himself took me to see God! and guess what, mom? i got to sit on God's knee and talk to Him, like i was somebody important! that's when i told Him that i wanted to write you a letter, to tell you good-bye and everything. but i already knew that wasn't allowed. well, you know what mom? God handed me some paper and His own personal pen to write you this letter. i think gabriel is the name of the angel who is going to drop this letter off to you. God said for me to give you the answer to one of the questions you asked Him 'where was He when i needed him?' "God said He was in the same place with me, as when His son Jesus was on the cross. He was right there, as He always is with all His children.

oh, by the way, mom, no one else can see what i've written except you. to everyone else, this is just a blank piece of paper. isn't that cool? i have to give God His pen back now. He needs it to write some more names in the book of life. tonight i get to sit at the table with Jesus for supper. i'm, sure the food will be great. oh, i almost forgot to tell you. i don't hurt anymore. the cancer is all gone. i'm glad because i couldn't stand that pain anymore and God couldn't stand to see me hurt so much, either. that's when He sent the angel of mercy to come get me. the Angel said i was a special delivery! how about that?

signed with love from: God, Jesus & me.

author unknown

you know, God is so much more than we think Him to be. more than our understanding can understand. and so we imagine little stories that we think can begin to express the love, compassion and mercy He feels for us. but we cannot even begin to scratch the surface of His goodness. He was gracious enough to let His goodness pass before moses in exodus 33. that was as much of His glory as moses could handle and still live. even the seraphim had extra wings to hide their face from His glory in isa 6:2.

i don't know all the if's, and's and but's of why things happen. is it the enemies' work or God's mercy? i only know, "every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, and comes down from the Father of lights, with whom there is no variation or shadow of turning. " james 1:17 but why in the life of some and not in other's? why did my older brother die at a young age while i survived much longer than i deserved? why will some live to see rapture and others not?

we must always strive against the devil and his works, but we must always trust we are in the Father's hand "and no one is able to snatch them out of My Father’s hand." john 10:29 the only question for us is: "do you believe that I am able to do this?" matt 9:28

righteousness, holiness - they just keep going over and over in my spirit. i know what we all deserve and that "all our righteousnesses are like filthy rags". isa 64:6 and yet still He urges us to seek His face - a face no man can see and live. "what is man that You are mindful of him, and the son of man that You visit him?" psa 8:4 we are His children … God breathed His breath into us. that makes us special. He has made us special again in His gift of Jesus. He loves us that much. how much do we love Him, i ask? not nearly enough! MARANATHA!

#prayer #faith #rapture #jesus

[notsurewherethisisgoing]

The diapers arrive...

My wife, Dalene, got the box of diapers today.

I was in town when the box was delivered a little after noon.

She saw Carl the postman drop it off at the front porch, which is where he leaves packages that are too big for our roadside mailbox. She deliberately avoided meeting him at the front door so she didn’t have to talk to him.

Carl the postman likes to talk, and can be much too curious about what is in “his” delivered packages, especially when those packages and boxes have no identifiable information on the outside…

As soon as Dalene saw that Carl made it back to the main road, she opened the front door, grabbed the package and brought it into the house. She opened the box and found a plastic bag with 20 diapers inside. She opened the bag and pulled one diaper out. She unfolded it carefully, slowly inspected it, before folding it again and leaving it on the table in the living room, along with the opened bag and box.

When I got back from town I spent some time in the shop tinkering with a snowblower I had been having a bit of trouble with. So it was a couple hours before I went to the house. I went through the back door mud-room, washing my hands and face before going to the kitchen.

Dalene was there, going over a book of recipes preparing for a small New Years party we were hosting the following night. I sat down, opened a beer, and we talked about the upcoming gathering, who was going to be there, about town, the kids, and just everyday concerns. We talked for a while, and warmed up the last of Xmas Dinner leftovers for supper.

During this whole time, Dalene did not mention the diapers at all.

Not once.

After supper, as I usually do, I made my way to the living room to turn on the TV.

I found the diapers on the table. Considering it’s just after xmas, they came pretty quickly...pack of 20 for 40 bucks...I guess that’s about right…

I knew she ordered them online, but I was not sure what we were getting: North Shore Supreme Briefs.

They looked to me like the baby diapers I remember with my kids – “Pampers” mostly...white, with plastic covering and tapes, except these have 4 tapes. The pampers only had 2.

And of course they are much bigger.

When I was a baby/toddler, I wore cloth diapers with plastic pants. My mom was continually washing with 3 boys and a girl, all within a year of each other. As I got older, I (the youngest) had a bit of trouble with wetting the bed, and my mom bought “fitted” cloth diapers for me, just for night-time.

I always wore them with a pair of plastic pants...till I was about 8 or 9. So wearing these “Pamper like” diapers are going to be something of an adventure.

I had not turned the TV on so she knew I had found the package.

As I was examining them, Dalene stepped into the doorway from the kitchen. I was still holding and looking at the diaper when she said “They look like they will fit you. You have a 36 inch waist…”

I had my back to her and did not reply or look up...I suppose I was a bit embarrassed and speechless.

As she turned and walked back into the kitchen, she said over her shoulder, “Better put them back in the box and put it in the basement somewhere for now. We have guests coming over for New Years Eve tomorrow night and we don’t want anyone finding them...”

Of course, she was right. I put the opened bag and the now well inspected loose diaper back into the cardboard box and closed the box up. As I carried it down into the basement, I thought about where I was going to put it to hide it from my visiting family and friends.

I decided to put it under the stairs with the leftover paint supplies for now and covered it with an old painting tarp. Even if someone had to came down to the basement for something, surely they would not look under and old stained painting tarp under the stairs...

[god-whispers]

jul 11

letter to mum

sally jumped up as soon as she saw the surgeon come out of the operating room.  she said: "How is my little boy?  is he going to be all right?  when can i see him?"

the surgeon said, "i'm sorry.  we did all we could, but your boy didn't make it."

sally said, "why do little children get cancer?  doesn't God care anymore?  where were you, God, when my son needed you?"

the surgeon asked, "would you like some time alone with your son?  one of the nurses will be out in a few minutes before he's transported to the university."

sally asked the nurse to stay with her while she said good-bye to her son.  she ran her fingers lovingly through his thick red curly hair. "would you like a lock of his hair?" the nurse asked.  sally nodded yes.  the nurse cut a lock of the boy's hair, put it in a plastic bag and handed it to sally.  the mother said, "it was jimmy's idea to donate his body to the university for study.  he said it might help somebody else.  "i said no at first, but Jimmy said, 'mom, i won't be using it after i die.  maybe it will help some other little boy spend one more day with his Mom."  she went on, "my jimmy had a heart of gold.  always thinking of someone else.  always wanting to help others if he could.

sally walked out of children's mercy hospital for the last time, after spending most of the last six months there.  she put the bag with jimmy's belongings on the seat beside her in the car.  the drive home was difficult.  it was even harder to enter the empty house.  she carried jimmy's belongings, and the plastic bag with the lock of his hair to her son's room.  she started placing the model cars and other personal things back in his room exactly where he had always kept them.  she laid down across his bed and, hugging his pillow, cried herself to sleep.

it was around midnight when sally awoke.  laying beside her on the bed was a folded letter.  the letter said:

dear mom, i know you're going to miss me; but don't think that i will ever forget you, or stop loving you, just 'cause i'm not around to say  love you.  i will always love you, mom, even more with each day.  someday we will see each other again.  until then, if you want to adopt a little boy so you won't be so lonely, that's okay with me.  he can have my room and old stuff to play with.  but, if you decide to get a girl instead, she probably wouldn't like the same things us boys do.  you'll have to buy her dolls and stuff girls like, you know.

don't be sad thinking about me.  this really is a neat place.  grandma and grandpa met me as soon as i got here and showed me around some, but it will take a long time to see everything.  the angels are so cool.  i love to watch them fly.  and, you know what?  Jesus doesn't look like any of His pictures.  yet, when i saw Him, i knew it was Him.

Jesus Himself took me to see God!  and guess what, mom?  i got to sit on God's knee and talk to Him, like i was somebody important!  that's when i told Him that i wanted to write you a letter, to tell you good-bye and everything.  but i already knew that wasn't allowed.  well, you know what mom?  God handed me some paper and His own personal pen to write you this letter.  i think gabriel is the name of the angel who is going to drop this letter off to you.  God said for me to give you the answer to one of the questions you asked Him 'where was He when i needed him?'  "God said He was in the same place with me, as when His son Jesus was on the cross.  He was right there, as He always is with all His children.

oh, by the way, mom, no one else can see what i've written except you.  to everyone else, this is just a blank piece of paper.  isn't that cool?  i have to give God His pen back now.  He needs it to write some more names in the book of life.  tonight i get to sit at the table with Jesus for supper.  i'm, sure the food will be great.  oh, i almost forgot to tell you.  i don't hurt anymore.  the cancer is all gone.  i'm glad because i couldn't stand that pain anymore and God couldn't stand to see me hurt so much, either.  that's when He sent the angel of mercy to come get me.  the Angel said i was a special delivery! how about that?

signed with love from: God, Jesus & me.

- author unknown

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you know, God is so much more than we think Him to be.  more than our understanding can understand.  and so we imagine little stories that we think can begin to express the love, compassion and mercy He feels for us.  but we cannot even begin to scratch the surface of His goodness.  He was gracious enough to let His goodness pass before moses in exodus 33.  that was as much of His glory and moses could handle and still live.  even the seraphim had extra wings to hide their face from His glory in isa 6:2.

i don't know all the if's, and's and but's of why things happen.  is it the enemies' work or God's mercy?  i only know, "every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, and comes down from the Father of lights, with whom there is no variation or shadow of turning. " james 1:17  but why in the life of some and not in other's?  why did my older brother die at a young age while i survived much longer than i deserved?  why will some live to see rapture and others not?

we must always strive against the devil and his works, but we must always trust we are in the Father's hand "and no one is able to snatch them out of My Father’s hand." john 10:29  the only question for us is: "do you believe that I am able to do this?" matt 9:28

righteousness, holiness - they just keep going over and over in my spirit.  i know what we all deserve and that "all our righteousnesses are like filthy rags". isa 64:6  and yet still He urges us to seek His face - a face no man can see and live.  "what is man that You are mindful of him, and the son of man that You visit him?" psa 8:4  we are His children ... God breathed His breath into us.  that makes us special.  He has made us special again in His gift of Jesus.  He loves us that much.  how much do we love Him, i ask?  not nearly enough!  MARANATHA!

[gegewrites]

Fezco - worried sick

Content warning- drug use and near overdose, LOML Faye

Published- 1-23-22

Words-2570

Barely edited btw

This was gonna be a serious type angst but then Faye for involved and idk what happened

Rues narration-

Okay, so maybe things weren't as good as I thought they were. Ya know when I was getting fucked up like really fucked Up I thought I could never be hurt by these amazing chemicals. Why would I get hurt by something that's makes me feel good? Well my overdose showed that, rehab taught me that, but that doesn't matter.

(y/n) came over to my place after work to hang, all she wanted to do was smoke and she told my mom that, now my mom was only against ME doing drugs, so she said yes, just keep the window open and use an ashtray, obviously she did she has manners.

But as the night grew in and the more bored I grew, I pulled out my stuff. Some left over coke from a party and some pills, I forgot and still don't know what they are.

Your pov-

"Aren't you supposed to be staying clean?" I asked as rue snorted the thin line of white powder.

"Aren't you supposed to be at work?" She asked putting her head back and sniffling, she handed me the rolled bill.

"Can't compare the two." I laughed and leaning down, placing my bill in my nose and inhaling deep as the power got sucked through the paper and into my nose. I put the bill down and threw my head back and sniffled,"ash sells the best  coke."

"I didn't get this from ash I for it from this guy as I was walking through the house at that party last week.

"Probably got it from Ash then." I shrugged falling down onto my back,"they run the deals at party's."

"You're right." I felt the bed bounce as she fell onto her back, I heard her play with something plastic, I heard the click of a seal and then plastic hit my chest,"even with NA and fez not sellin to you, you still finding pills."

"It's pretty easy." She laughed.

"What are they?" I held the bag up over my face trying to see what type of pills they were, I haven't seen fez or ash sort any like these, they looked like oxy, round and white but had some red in them.

"Just take them, they make you feel great." She said.

"Aight."

Rues pov-

10 minutes have passed since we took the pills, I had no clue what they were but they made me feel good, maybe they were fet? Had a familiar feeling but could've been something like oxy, I didn't really care, I got them for free that's all tht maters.

"How you feeling?" I looked over at (y/n) who was laying next to me on her phone.

"Interesting." She muttered as she texted someone and then went on insta.

"Who ya textin?" I asked.

"Who do you think?" She smiled looking at me.

"Fez." She nodded,"ew."

"Fuck you." She laughed and sat up,"going to the bathroom." 

"Aaallright." She stood up with a wobble  and tossed her phone onto the bed and walked out. Her phone Vibrated right as she left, her screen turning on. I saw a picture of her fez and a text notification. I picked out her phone and laid on my side and pressed on the texts expanding it.

The plug*

just txt me

The plug*

I can pick u up whenever, Idc abt leaving the shop

The plug*

Yo u know u can tell me to come get u whnvr , just stay safe bby <3

What? "Just stay safe" did she not feel safe she seemed like she was chill. I put her phone down and rolled onto my back when I heard a thud from the bathroom. I basically flew out of bed even though my body felt a thousand pounds.

When I got out of the bedroom I walked as calm as possible and acted as sober as possible.

"(y/n) ?" I knocked on the door lightly. My turned out of the kitchen and stood at the beginning of the hall.

"She okay?" She asked.

"I think so, she said she was just gonna use the bathroom but earlier she said she's been having some dizzy spells." Dizzy spells?! That's doesn't help. My mom didn't seem to notice how high I was I must've been keeping the act up pretty good.

"Okay... Um she needs anything just ask, okay?" I nodded and she walked back into the kitchen. I turned the door knob and pushed the door open, i opened it and found her passed out leaning against the wall but also laying. I close the door quickly, she must've been standing and leaned on the wall and slid down it when she passed out. I got onto my knees and moved her so she head sitting against the wall a bit straighter and facing me.

"(y/n)?" I shook her face, holding her up by her shoulder,"(y/n)? Waakey wakey." She didn't respond. I moved her so she was leaning in the corner or the wall and bathtub. I stood up and closed the door behind me and quickly went to my room and grabbed her phone and went back into the bathroom.

"Okay, okay." I opened her phone and held down onto one of fezs texts and started typing.

Hey fez it's rue, (y/n) is passed out in my bathroom, can you come get her? Okay thanks.

That should do. I sent it and leaned against the cabinet and looked at her and her phone waiting for a text back.

Fezcos pov-

"12 dollas kid." Kid handed me the exact money and I put it into the register as he left. I closed it and grabbed my phone from my pocket, out of the corner of my eye I saw Faye stand up from the cooler she was on.

"Faye sit down." I got a Text back from my girl, about time. She's at rues, and I can't help but he worried that somethings gon happened, hoping I'm not jinxing myself by thinking something is gonna happen but you never know. (y/n) wasn't the type of person to pop pills like rue. she just smoked and snorted lines at parties, pills...rarely.

*my girl<3

Hey fez it's rue, (y/n) is passed out in my bathroom, can you come get her? Okay thanks.

I quickly texted back

Jesus fuck rue.

I got off of the counter and quickly opened the door to the stocking area that Ashtray was in.

"Yo I gotta go get (y/n) from rues, something happened, you got the place?" I asked him.

"Ya I got it." I walked away hearing the door close behind me. I unlocked and called (y/n).

"Pick up rue." I unlocked the car and got in changing hands with my phone as I started the car,"fuck cmon rue." Voicemail, I called again as I pulled out of the lot and took a left.

"Fez? Oh shit dude." She hissed.

"Rue the fuck did you give her?!" I asked putting my phone on speaker and putting it on on the dash.

"Some coke and pills." Her tone was hushed, she was hiding from her mom.

"What pills rue?!"  I rolled at the stop before turning left,"rue if you don't tell me exactly what to you gave her."

"We did some coke I got at the party last week, and some pills, I have no clue what they are."

"Color and Shape rue, Jesus Christ. How dumb are you?!"

"White and red, round, Jesus look just Calm the fuck down fez, just get here quick."

“How the fuck am supposed to calm the fuck down rue?!”

“Jesus Christ.” She hung up the phone, I slammed my hands into the wheel.

In 20 minutes o made it to Rues place.

I hopped out of my car, opening up the door to the backseats and walked to the front door. I knocked on it and took a step back not knowing of rue or her sister or Ms.Bennet. A few seconds later the door opened to a little girl who looked like rue.

"Rue or (y/n)  here?" I asked and she nodded, she had a face of worry tht she was trying to hide, honestly it hurt to see,"I'm Fez, she tell you I was comin?"

"Ya, (y/n) is in the bathroom." She stepped away and I walked in as she closed the door behind me.

"Yo rue." I called out.

"Bathroom!" I heard the respond. I walked to where I heard her voice it was past the kitchen and the first door to my right.

I looked in and saw (y/n) in Ms.Bennets arms, a cloth on her head, she was knocked the fuck out. It was scary seeing her like that, possible overdose and she just been sitting on the floor for twenty minutes as her clock counts down. In my business, you stay prepared for anything, overdosing is pretty fuckin easy.

"You're her boyfriend?"

"Yes Ma'am." I nodded,"she pass out?"

"Dizzy spell but she won't wake up." Rue said, she was sitting on the edge of the bathtub.

"Aight, this happens." I lied," Don't know why though." I got down onto one knee,"rue go get her bags and put them in my car will you?"

"Okay." With that she left.

"I'm just gon- gon take her." I reached out of (y/n) and Ms.Bennet handed me to her taking the cloth off her head.

"Ya ya." She nodded, I picked her up as I stood, holding her in my arms and on my shoulder much like a parent does with a child who fell asleep in the car. I walked out of the bathroom holding her close to me, praying to feel her breathing on my neck, which I did, but little. I gave her sister a nod as I walked out of the front door.

"Thank you, sorry this happened." I looked back at her mom. I felt fuckin bad, rues sister is probably fucked up from rues overdose and then seeing your sisters friend passed out in the bathroom has got to remind you of that a bit.

"It's alright, as long as she safe." She gave me a smile. I walked to my car and rue was leaning on the front door.

"Fez." She whispered.

"Yo fuck you rue." I responded in a hushed tone as I laid (y/n) in the back seat,  crawling over her a bit to put her head on her bag so she was propped up.

"How the hell was I supposed to know This gonna happen?!" She responded in a hushed tone as I closed the back door, she room a step back.

"You gave her random pills n' coke,  you should know what could happen rue, mostly with yo track record." I opened my front door and she handed me (y/n)s phone,"we didn't sell or give our coke or pills that night jus you know. Only weed." I closed the door. She shook her head and walked back to the door and watched me reverse out of her driveway.

"Gon get you home baby, you'll be okay." I looked at her in the rear view mirror,"Gon be okay."

Home-

I kicked the door closed behind me with my foot and walked right over to the lounge room.

I was getting scared, 50 minutes and she still isn't waking up. I laid her down gently on the couch, propping her up with the pillows.

"You're okay." I reassured her and kissed her forehead, it was really onto to reassure me, I'm freaking the fuck out internationally right now.

Luckily We always have Narcan around, i carry it on me to parties, I make sure ash Carries it on him I usually have some in my car but I didn't this time.

Quickly walking out of the lounge and to the bathroom I grabbed the bottle of nasal spray from the drawer closests to the door and made my way out.

"Heey." I heard Faye slur from the bathroom.

"Faye I swear to God." I walked back into the bathroom and peaked into the tub,"get yo doped out ass outta the fuckin tub."

"You're no fun." She sighed.

"Prolly cause the love my life is passed out on my couch." I gave her my hand and she took it standing up and getting out to the tub.

"What?" Her voice was slurred as I walked out the bathroom, she wasn't my damn problem right now.

"Hol' up." I turned around,"when the fuck did you even get here?"

"Uber." She shrugged her shoulders,"it's boring at the shop, there's nothing to do, I can't do anything."

"Then read a book, I don't know what you want from me. im only keeping you because your pimp boyfriend asked me to."

I walked away back into the living room. I saw (y/n) hair on the back kf the couch, she was sitting up but laying her head on the back.

"Baby?" I walked over quickly, and around the couch. I sat down and met her eyes,"you okay?"

"When did I get here?" She asked In a whisper, her eyes were red.

"I got you from rues like 30 minutes ago. You passed out in her bathroom." I put the narcan on the table.

"Narcan?" I nodded leaning on the couch, she moved, sitting crisscross facing me, leaning her head on the back of the couch.

"Mhm. Thought you OD in whatever rue gave you."

Your pov-

"Mhm. Thought you OD on whatever rue gave you." He said,"it's terrifying (y/n), seeing you, laying in her Ma's arms like that, seeing her sisters face when she opened the door. I was fuckin worried you weren't gon wake up."

"I'm sorry." I whispered.

"Not your fault baby, this on Rue.." he looked over at me,”never, never do that again, don’t take anything if it’s not givin to you by me. Understood?” I nodded and his phone started ringing in his pocket. He sat up a bit and grabbed it out and answered,"wassup Ash? She got a Uber outta there, she here,

found her in the bathtub....calm down lil Man shes awake, she talkin, she breathin....I'll be down there in a few, close the place up. It's fine, a few hours early ain't gon end the world trust me."

"You left ash at the shop?" He nodded hanging up the phone.

"Told him I had to go get you. Wanna ride with me to get him?"he stood up.

"You carrying me?"' He nodded.

"I had to to get you outta rues bathroom, and to get you outta the car and onto here. Wanna ride or you wanna rest?"

"I feel like if I fall alseep I'm not going to wake up." He reached his hand out and I took it, he pulled me closer to him and picked me up, o wrapped my legs lazily around jis and waist and my arms around his neck. His hands sat on my ass as he walked out if the living room.

"Faye, sit on the couch and don't leave, I'll be back in 20."

"Fine." I saw her walk into the lounge room as fez walked to the door,”don’t fuck on the way there.”

“Jesus Faye.”

#fezco fanfic #euphoria smut #fezco euphoria #fez smut #euphoria #faye euphoria #ashtray euphoria #rue bennett #rue euphoria #angsty #Gegewrites

[shedobewritingalittle]

Golden

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Summary: The Reader and Bucky go through different stages of the Reader’s pregnancy.

Rating: T

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: Mentions of pregnancy, giving birth

Two Months

Y/N had been mulling over how she was going to tell him since she found out a week ago. She had thought her anxiousness and worries would have faded away after she saw those two little lines on the test. No, they had only increased ten-fold, only worsening when she went to her doctor and got an official test. Her stomach tossing and turning when the doctor told her that she's been pregnant for eight weeks. Y/N was now stuck with the most important and difficult part of this whole thing-telling Bucky Barnes that she was pregnant with his baby.

How does one tell an over one hundred year old super soldier that they're going to be a father?  Getting a tiny Brooklyn Dodgers onesie made? Too cliché. Make some awful pun themed dinner that might include "buns in the oven"? Might go over his head. Hand him the sonogram that she had gotten after the pregnancy test just to be sure? He's from the forties, what the fuck is he going to know about a sonogram?

Y/N was terrified over he was going to react. Bucky was barely getting used to the world, barely getting used to having control of his own mind. And while he had been doing a lot better and he makes sure to take care of himself, Y/N didn't know how he would handle the stress of a baby. Did he even want to be a dad? Y/N didn't even know if she wanted to be a mom, but she know that somehow it felt right. They've never even talked about having children and now-well they were sort of past the point of thinking about having kids.

The whole situation made her want to vomit, and she was pretty sure it wasn't just from the morning sickness.

Y/N eventually landed on telling him over dinner. Nothing too fancy, just the usual place they always go to so that Bucky wouldn't think anything was up. All day long as she sat through meeting after meeting, her date got closer and closer, and that dread that had settled in the pit of her stomach grew with every second. Y/N felt like she was going to vomit by the time she met up with her boyfriend back at their apartment. Luckily, Bucky talks the entire car ride to the restaurant, complaining about something Sam did that day. She uses her training for good, covering up her nervousness with a neutral face.

They made their regular small talk as they sit in the back of the restaurant at their usual table. Y/N orders her usual lemonade while Bucky orders a Coke. They share a basket of bread and Y/N hopes that the carbs soak up the acid that keeps threatening to rise up her throat. Each time she wants to bring up her news, their waitress would come up with refills, an E.T.A on their food, or just to ask how they were doing. And each time, Y/N would glare daggers at her back once she was turned around to walk away.

Then their respective plates of pasta were placed in front of them. Bolognese for Bucky, arrabbiata for Y/N. While usually she immediately dives into her plate, the way her stomach is twisting and turning, she's unable to eat. Y/N pushes her pasta around with her fork as she works up the courage to talk to him. She just didn't know how to say it. All she knew is that she had to say it. Y/N puts down her fork, moving to wipe her now sweaty hands on the cloth napkin on her lap as she looks up at him. Bucky was raising a pasta laden fork up to his mouth as she opened hers.

"I'm pregnant." She finally blurts out. Her voice was soft, barely above a whisper, barely audible over the noise of the other guests at the restaurant. She was afraid that he couldn't hear her, afraid that she was going to have to say it again. But by the way Bucky's eyes widen, she knew that he had heard her loud and clear. He lowers his fork, mouth opening and shutting.

"I-What? You're-What?" The super soldier asks, looking from her face to her stomach and back to her face. Y/N felt like she was going to be sick to her stomach, the blood draining from her face.

"I-I'm pregnant. I found out last week." Y/N manages to get out, still looking down at her plate. Her eyes started to sting and she tried to blink her eyes rapidly in order to keep her tears at bay. Bucky's silence is deafening and Y/N wishes she could run out of the restaurant, but it's like she's glued to the chair. She wants him to say something-anything, but he is silent. Y/N is about to say something when he holds his hands up, almost in defense.

"Wait. I-I don't want you to be upset. I'm not mad-I just don't know how to put my feelings into words. I'm happy. I'm really happy. I just-You know I'm not good with words." Bucky finally speaks, stumbling over his words. Her eyes widen and she quickly looks up at him.

"I-Really?" Y/N asks, the knot her stomach slowly unraveling. Bucky nods, a small smile appearing on his face. This time the tears that are filling her eyes from happiness.

"I'm not going to pretend that I know anything about babies or raising a child, but I'm sure I can figure it out." Bucky jokes, his metal hand fiddling with his utensils on the table. Y/N feels a million times better, a huge weight being lifted off of her shoulders. He looks up at her again, "I'm happy, Y/N. I am."

"Me too. Me too."

-

Four Months

As Y/N walked into her apartment, the only thing on her mind was kicking her shoes off, taking off her bra that was digging into her sides, and taking a much deserved nap. Her meeting had ended early and with Rhodey not needing help with anything, she had decided to return to her apartment. Yet, with not even a foot inside of the apartment, she was immediately greeted with an argument.

"No, what I am saying is you're painting wrong." Bucky snaps, which makes Y/N's eyebrow raise. Her boyfriend wasn't in sight, but he certainly was in the apartment somewhere. She sets her things down, walking over to where the arguing is coming from.

"How the hell can I be painting wrong? I'm putting paint on the wall. The wall is getting painted." Sam fires back and Y/N has to force herself to not laugh, covering her mouth. She stands in the doorway of the guest room, taking in the sight in front of her. The floor and furniture was covered in plastic tarp, blue painting tape lining the white molding and outlets. Painting supplies littered the room and standing in the middle of all of it were two idiots, both of them holding paint rollers covered in a light sage green paint.

"I'm sorry-what's going on here?" Y/N questions, motioning to the two of them and the mess in the room. Their heads snapped towards her, nervous smiles spreading across their faces. They looked like two kids that have been caught with their hands in the cookie jar.

"Hey doll-uh fuck-surprise." Bucky announces a little defeatedly while Sam gives a one handed jazz hand. Y/N laughs, carefully stepping into the room as the 106 year old man tries to explain, "I-We were going to surprise you by painting the room. Why are you home so early?"

"My meetings ended early and I am extremely surprised. Thank you and thank you too, Sammy." Y/N says sweetly, smiling at the two of them. Bucky lets out a sigh of relief and Sam chuckles. While the men may not see eye to eye all of the time, Sam has been a great help to both of them. The man had some knowledge about babies and children, being the proud uncle to two little boys, and he had been trying his best to put some of Bucky's worries at ease.

"I'm just trying to be a really great uncle." Sam teases, which makes the super soldier roll his eyes.  Bucky didn't have any living siblings and Y/N's teammates were the closest thing she had to family so it was going to be Uncle Sam, Uncle Rhodey, Auntie Pepper, Auntie Wanda, and so on and so forth. Their little patchwork support system that they were incredibly grateful for.

"Do you two need any help? I can't because I am pretty sure I'm not supposed to be inhaling paint fumes. But I can give Peter a call, I'm sure he wouldn't mind." Y/N offers, grinning from ear to ear. She knows that both men weren't exactly best friends with Peter Parker, both of them having gotten their asses handed to them by a teenager. Y/N didn't have any issues with the kid, hell she talked to him on a weekly basis. He reported to her every Friday, filling Y/N on his week. While it had first started as him telling her what Spider-Man did, it soon turned into a three hour long meeting that included take out while he filled her in the weekly drama and tales of him and his two friends. And every Friday when she would return to the apartment, Sam and Bucky would greet her by calling her traitor.

"Jesus-No, we are okay doll. I think we can manage, right Sam?" Bucky asks, looking at the other man. Sam just nods, holding his paint covered roller a little higher.

"Yeah yeah I think we will be okay. This room will be done in no time."

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Seven Months

Y/N watched from her seat at the kitchen island as Bucky moved around the kitchen, attempting to make dinner.

Y/N had been put on bed rest due to the fact that the Super Serum that had affected Bucky's DNA was causing the baby to grow at an accelerated rate. Seeing that this is going to be the first baby born with the serum (that they know of), the doctor wanted Y/N to be cautious.

Bucky, had taken the doctor's words incredibly seriously, going so far as to not even let make any food, like he is doing now.

"Bucky, baby, I can help you, y'know." Y/N tells him as Bucky attempted to follow a fairly simple recipe for marinara sauce. It was already going south pretty fast. He hadn't bought the right type of tomatoes and hadn't chopped nearly enough garlic. She kept herself from micromanaging the whole thing, but it was getting harder and harder to do so.

"Doll, I used to make dinner for me and my sister. I think I can handle this." He replies, setting the knife he was using to chop up the yellow onion aside. He scoops up the onion in his hands, moving to toss it into the big pan on the stove. The onions sizzle as soon as it hits the olive oil covered surface of the pan.

When Y/N had told Bucky she was craving pasta, she had kind of meant that they would just pick something up. Bucky had decided that he would make the meal himself and Y/N, once she saw how excited he was, didn't have the heart to tell him that she had wanted take-out.

It was actually sort of sweet, seeing him trying to hard to make this meal for her. All he wanted to do is take care of her, take care of their baby. She loved cooking for him for the same reason. It was a way to show her love, to show how much she cared about him and he just wanted to do the same.

"Alright, Barnes. I believe in you." Y/N responds, smiling at him. She just watched as he cooked (and occasionally danced to the jazz music that was playing on the record player). It didn't matter if the meal sucked, Bucky was just trying his best to take care of his girlfriend and their child.

But for the record, the meal did suck.

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Eight Months

It was a sight, seeing them together.

Bucky held their daughter close to his chest, bouncing her carefully as the light started to filter through the blinds of her hospital room. A smile was stretched across his tired face as he moved from side to side, cooing to her softly. His hair was a mess, his clothes incredibly wrinkled. The morning light surrounded the two like a halo and if Y/N could, she'd take a picture of them. A picture of her family.

Their daughter had been born a month early, which wasn't too surprising considering with how fast she had been growing. Although it was a shock when Y/N's water broke the night before while they were sleeping. Then Y/N had spent most of yesterday in labor, finally giving birth to their sweet baby girl-Rebecca Natalia Barnes, named after Bucky's little sister and Y/N's best friend-in the evening. Bucky had started crying when Y/N had told him that she had wanted to name their daughter after his sister, not thinking that Y/N would have wanted to pay tribute to his long dead sister.

"Look Rebecca, mommy's awake." Bucky says softly, looking over to where Y/N was laying in her bed. The Super Soldier grinned at her, still rocking their child. Y/N smiled at the two of them, shifting on the bed so she can sit up a bit more as her boyfriend walked over. She looks up at the two, her heart swelling with the way Bucky looks holding their daughter.

"Hi baby." Y/N says hoarsely, the bundle of pink shifting and squirming in Bucky's arms. She holds her arms out, silently asking if she can hold Rebecca. Bucky carefully places the newborn into her arms before he pulls the plastic chair closer to the bed, not wanting to be too far from either of them.

"I can't believe she's actually here." Y/N announces softly, taking in every detail of her daughter's face in the early morning light. She had Bucky's blue-gray eyes and his nose, but her hair. It felt weird to see her, felt weird to be holding her. Y/N felt like she was dreaming, but the pain she had gone through the night before-the pain she was still feeling now-had made it real.

"Isn't she beautiful?" Bucky asks, looking at mother and child interacting. Y/N nods, tears filling her eyes as she looks down at her daughter. She presses her lips against Rebecca's forehead, taking in that baby smell that every parenting book seemed to mention. Bucky is still smiling, looking at the two, "My two beautiful girls."

Hours from now, the hospital room would be filled with friends what were more likely family, wanting to share this incredibly special moment with the Y/L/N-Barnes family. Rebecca would be introduced with her aunts and uncles, each one of them getting a chance to hold and introduce themselves to the newborn.

But for now, for now, the three of them were alone. The three of them sat together in this room, all getting used to each other. Nothing else existed outside of this room, nothing else mattered outside of this room. All that mattered was that they were together.

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