"Get your ass down here, we've gotta get the kids to soccer!" Destiny shouted up the stairs, then spun on her heels towards her son, who had a brow quirked and was all dressed in his soccer uniform, complete with a ball tucked under his curled arm. 671Please respect copyright.PENANA3dV7CIFkoF
"You shouldn't swear around your kids, Destiny Madax." He shook his head slowly and clicked his tongue on the top of his mouth a few times, as if scolding her. Well, he was, but jokingly.
"I'll play that 'Family Reunion' song you oh-so-desperately love." She teased back, walking over and ruffling his dark hair. 671Please respect copyright.PENANAMWybr62s4M
"Mooooommmm!" The boy let out in a yell, throwing his arms up and fixing his hair. She briefly remembered having a conversation one night with her husband who stated that their son had a crush on the coach's daughter, and that he had said that they just couldn't possibly switch him to rep soccer, even though he really was that good. He would just die. Yes, it was fun to tease her kid, and it almost became like an addiction to mess around with him, but it wasn't like he didn't have other siblings to share the (laughable) 'torture' with. Her husband often joined in, too. "And just because you're not over your teenage punk phase - that, by the way, should've gotten lost years ago - doesn't mean you have to drag me into it with that crappy band... What were they called? Wink-one-eight-five?" 671Please respect copyright.PENANAZu5VKP0cYK
"blink-one-eighty-two, and first of all; they're amazing. Second of all; get over it! You have a cool mom, Deren Augustus Madax. Be proud." Destiny smirked, and the kid only rolled his eyes. 671Please respect copyright.PENANAOvbbTyP4CE
"'Cool' mom? You think you're a cool mom because your hair is bright blue and you steal clothes from my idiotic sister because you look like you're still fifteen? What are you really, though, like, fifty-six?" 671Please respect copyright.PENANAsBOI3acsOm
Destiny gasped like she had been offended, and then threw her hands over her eyes, sobbing softly. Deren immediately softened and took a few steps over, rubbing her back with wide, innocent eyes. He hadn't meant to hurt her, and figured it was joking banter as always, but before he could figure it out, her head was popping up. Her eyes were dry and she was smirking, and quickly jumped forward, tackling him onto the ground but tucking the boy in close to make sure he wouldn't be hurt in the process of falling. "Ah, mom, you suck!" 671Please respect copyright.PENANAs2sYKh2dJq
"Only me, though." A male voice shot in as the man padded down the stairs and walked over to two members of his family. It wasn't necessarily one of the deepest voices among men, but it definitely had an adorable, I'm-going-to-force-you-to-fall-in-love-with-me ting to it. And a bit of a lisp that had gone away with age, and was more prominent in his younger brother. But she loved them all despite their imperfections, because, in her eyes, there really were none. 671Please respect copyright.PENANAWrx1Sz2aFo
She had already let Deren go and was beginning to sit up when her husband's comment finally clicked. Before she could say anything, though, the boy was already darting in with his more adolescent version of his father's voice. 671Please respect copyright.PENANA6rjgGTG0Kr
"What do you mean by that?" 671Please respect copyright.PENANAdcH2GnLCeq
"Dear God, woman, haven't you spoken to him at all these past few years? Y'know, since you popped him out of you?" 671Please respect copyright.PENANAxi8vDL7b8n
And now, the attention was on Destiny again. Not that she minded, really. "That's your job! Gosh, I don't get any help around here!" She threw her arms in the air dramatically and fake-sobbed, whirling towards the door and prancing to it with her arms still over her head. "I'm leaaaaaving! I can't take it anymore! Oh!" Another fake sob and she was running out the door and down the stone path that led to the sidewalk. She stopped and stood there for a moment before abruptly turning towards the driveway and darting towards that - arms still raised, of course.
Nixon was laughing as he watched his wife be her regularly strange self, and then glanced down at Deren, who slowly looked up at his dad and shook his head. "You're twelve. Get over it, kid." He smirked down at him, and then bent to wrap an arm around his son's torso, picking him up and pressing his horizontal body to Nixon's own side. With a few yells and laughs, they were finally all piled into the big, black vehicle. 671Please respect copyright.PENANAmsvbrfjd4C
"Coach has a crush on you, mom. Did you know that?" 671Please respect copyright.PENANAmXlN6APGcN
"Deren, don't be such a shit disturber." 671Please respect copyright.PENANAFALIdsQGsK
"Barbie, don't be so rude to your brother!" 671Please respect copyright.PENANAMz5ffUATyi
"Ugh, I hate that name! Why the hell would you do that? Name me Barbie and my twin Kendall? Calling him Ken all his life so it'd stick? Also, Ken and Barbie were always together, so that's kind of gross."671Please respect copyright.PENANAzNDxJGZjSp
"At least you're not a blond," Destiny smirked, not taking her eyes off the road. Nixon was presumed asleep with his forehead pressed against the glass of his window, yet it was past noon and he hadn't done anything that day except sit on his computer and try to write. He came up empty, though, as always. He had had writer's block for years, and it was hard to watch him when he got overly upset about it, which was pretty much every other night. 671Please respect copyright.PENANAUA5IP75PI0
"I was a blond when I was younger, though, mom." 671Please respect copyright.PENANA18Sgk9I6DZ
"Would you like some cheese with that whine? Keep quiet, I hate listening to your teenage banter. It gives me a stomach ache.671Please respect copyright.PENANADh66ckvgiq
"That's random as shit." Barbie rolled her eyes and crossed her arms, looking out her window. She was on the left, with Deren in the middle, and Ken on the right, head tucked with ear buds stuck in his head, blasting whatever crap emo kids were listening to, and playing on his iPhone. "Also, I was bleach blond when I was a baby, and so was Ken - thanks to you."
"I have blue hair, I don't know what you're talking about." Destiny raised her chin slightly and grinned proudly at herself, but twisted around to stare at Deren once at a stop light. "Right, so, about your coach. How do you know he likes me?"671Please respect copyright.PENANArlRS9F7R2p
Deren looked petrified. He really did hate being put on the spot, but what kid didn't mind being interrogated by their parents? "Because, uh, uh, Jessie told me. Yeah, she says that he asked her about you a couple times, 'cause he knows that I hang out with her." 671Please respect copyright.PENANA0QV067Lzrp
"Jessie. Jessie the coach's daughter, right." She nodded slowly, and then jumped at the sound of a car behind them honking. Quickly, she pressed down on the gas and sent the large car speeding down the empty back-road. "So what does he ask about?"671Please respect copyright.PENANAHD2ejtsMPT
"Um..." Deren started, but didn't finish. Destiny glanced at him in the rear-view mirror, and he met her eyes, freezing under their blue again. That kick-started a re-try for an answer. "Um, she said he asked about dad and stuff. Whether he still slept in the same bed as you, and if you guys fought a lot, or even just a little bit. He wanted to know if he was still... in your life. I dunno..." Deren trailed off and looked past Barbie's window, but it was quite obvious that he did know, but didn't want to talk more about it. And she wasn't going to push him. Because, no matter how crazy of a mom Destiny was, she wouldn't ever make her kids do something out of their comfort zone. She could push a little bit over small things if she thought it was good for them, but if they insisted on a 'no', then she didn't try any more. There was no use, and no point - other than ruining a bond that one needed in life. 671Please respect copyright.PENANA2kdq9ayhuR
Still, she couldn't stop thinking about that weird coach. "That's... Strange. He shouldn't ask his kid to ask their friends about their parents. It's just... weird. Come and talk to the parent, at least, and find a way to bring it up in conversation. That is... Really bugging me." Destiny paused, tightening her fists on the steering wheel and wondering whether or not Barbie had fallen asleep, because she hadn't cut in yet. She glanced at her oldest child, whose silence was explained by the bright pink ear buds dangling from the sides of her face. Destiny rolled her eyes and then looked through the windshield again, pulling in to the parking lot just outside the field. "So, what'd you tell him?" 671Please respect copyright.PENANAOAW9yjUw20
"Oh, I just laughed about it with Jessie. She wasn't really asking, we were just talking about it. You're not gonna marry Coach Peterson, right?" He sounded scared. Scared that Jessie would become his step-sister, and that he'd have to throw away his little-kid crush, which meant so much. It was also kind of cute that he thought you met someone you liked and immediately married them, as if it was just temporary, or forever, or something like that. Marriage was dating to him. 671Please respect copyright.PENANAw8G6sLG4CC
"Of course she isn't. And you can tell your coach that we sleep together every night, and that your mother and I love each other very much." Nixon butted in, turning in his seat to stare back at his youngest son. Destiny realized that Deren didn't get the 'sleep' innuendo, but it didn't matter. It was just Nixon marking his 'territory', as if he was a dog and had to pee all over Destiny and their three kids. Bad analogy. She didn't want Nixon to pee on her, and, for a second, one thought darted across her brain - Who would ever have enough pee to cover three people?671Please respect copyright.PENANAqlPhu6Fmw1
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"So, Jack, how's it going?" Destiny slipped over to her son’s coach’s side with her arms crossed over her chest, looking quite young in a red tank top and jean short shorts. 671Please respect copyright.PENANAdCOXjMRIet
"Get the ball! Get the- oh," He looked down at her in the middle of yelling, grinning and slightly adjusting his windbreaker. "Hey, Destiny. I'm just great, thank you! And how're you?" He was a little too old for her, or looked like he could be her father. His stubble had white hairs sticking out of it; but he was attractive, nonetheless. Just annoying. He had probably looked like a Backstreet Boy when he was a teenager… frosted tips, always wearing bright colours and shades. Or maybe NSYNC, but if she told him that, he probably wouldn’t have gotten the reference. 671Please respect copyright.PENANAo1n4hqP8Uy
“Fine. The kids are… well, kids - and Nixon and I are just fabulous.” When her sentence ended, he seemed angered by the mention of her husband… which was what she had been going for. Though, after his eyebrows un-pressed and the crease between them had disappeared, they raised. His eyes widened as well, and he had probably came to the realization that Destiny knew that his daughter had sold him out instead of doing what he had asked. 671Please respect copyright.PENANA3cuJOnefKB
And then, as if he was the King of Facial Expressions, his face seemed to go stiff. His eyes narrowed and his jaw tightened, but Destiny already knew it was a reaction to Nixon before her husband slid his arms around her waist. “Hey, beautiful…” He said quite loudly (on purpose, she presumed) and kissed the beginning of her jaw bone, just under her ear. It wasn’t as if Nixon didn’t like to show his extreme love for Destiny in public - because he did - but he was being territorial… again. Though, she couldn’t complain, because she absolutely loved it. She liked being dominated, and he liked dominating her, and that was that. They fit together perfectly. Both of them were practically addicted to sex, but neither of them would hesitate to put the other in their place when they were getting out of turn. 671Please respect copyright.PENANAO0AGU370D0
“Hey,” She replied to Nixon practically instantly, using the same quiet tone of voice. Her palms rested on the backs of his hands as Nixon continued to snuggle against her, the woman’s head turning to be closer to his. As she moved, his wide lips gently brushed against her cheek, until they were able to peck at her lips. He kissed her a few times, and she couldn’t help but think of all those situations where she had done a full-body sugar scrub, and he wouldn’t stop kissing her afterwards. It started at her lips, and then he peppered kisses all over her face, and then on her neck and chest. He claimed that she tasted like vanilla sugar, and Destiny could only reply with light moans. 671Please respect copyright.PENANAz68jnIAmag
She shifted against him and Nixon immediately moved to heed her body’s order. He stood up straight and lightly pressed his hips to her backside. Destiny felt her face begin to heat up, cheeks going red, and yet she couldn’t help but stifle a giggle at the soccer coach’s reaction, because he could obviously tell what was going on. Jack opened his mouth to say something, but Nixon beat him to it. In a deep, stern tone, he spoke: 671Please respect copyright.PENANAy9rrvA6qoY
“Don’t even.” 671Please respect copyright.PENANA8Lz7R7Ak8j
Before she knew it, she was being lifted by her hips and put into her husband’s arms as he took her over to their car and he lightly tossed her into the back seat before getting in himself. 671Please respect copyright.PENANAKNge86MXaM
Nixon slid down as Destiny moved up, and he ended up sitting on the back seats with her on his lap, hips rolling roughly. 671Please respect copyright.PENANAGM7Kxx6xcP
Illegal. Extremely, overly-illegal, but Destiny was loving the adrenaline rush she was getting from it. They tore off each other’s clothes and covered the windows with them as she gripped his shoulders. Nixon leaned up to press his lips on hers, his hands sliding up her chest as he did so.671Please respect copyright.PENANAkfsJ4Tj62t
The air became heavier and they were heaving for breath in no time, both becoming extremely claustrophobic. But they kept going, despite the pain it was causing Destiny, she wanted him. She wouldn’t stop. 671Please respect copyright.PENANA95Qm1RrWzF
Destiny roughly tugged her fingers through his dark, curly hair, arching her spine and throwing her head back as everything tightened. She nearly stopped moving, but Nixon helped, mumbling encouragements and moving his hips. Practically all the muscles in Destiny’s body squeezed together, and she almost let out a little yell to signal she was hitting her peak, but the door swung open from her right side. “I’m going to call the police and have you both arrested.”
Nixon paused, but Destiny wouldn’t. “Stop, Des, babe-” She tightened her fingers around his curls, causing a sharp pain to jab at his skull. “Destiny!671Please respect copyright.PENANANOxJaV9V8T
“N-Nixon!” And that was her yell. She collapsed into his arms and whimpered, pale hands limply falling out of his hair and onto his shoulders. Nixon sighed, wrapping his arms around her and glancing sideways at Jack, pleading the coach with his eyes.671Please respect copyright.PENANAPc3NBY6AgZ
But Nixon realized the coach wasn’t looking at him; Jack didn’t care. There was a giant bulge in the man’s pants, and he was huffing and puffing, and just staring at Destiny as she shook in Nixon’s arms. “I’ll fuckin’ kill you!” Nixon leapt forward at the man.