“Hey to all my fantastic fraggers and fragettes!” Emily said in her usual, cheery voice, beginning her live stream. “So very sorry for the lack of Mayhem lately, things have been unusual lately.”
The chat erupted in comments, mostly praising the magnificently angelic looking host of Mayhem
Mode, sharing their love and affection. One viewer begged Emily to marry them and there were a few negative comments which the rest of the community dealt with in the same brutally efficient manner Emily displayed during her games.
“Haha, I have a little bad news for you buddy,” she said, referring to marriage proposal. “Been keeping this under wraps for a while as my brain has been as scrambled as an egg for a while.”
The chat filled with excitement and speculation, some feared the end to Mayhem Mode.
“Mayhem Mode isnt going anywhere folks, I’m staying put until they put me in a home.” Emily laughed as she leaned back in her chair, showing off her belly through her light grey shirt with the Mayhem Mode logo displayed on the front. “I’m preggers!”
The chat exploded with excitement, some asking when the baby was due, others showing curious as to who the father was. A few asking if the child would be a Mini Mayhem Moder. Emily spent a few moments reading the chat, her bright, glowing smile never dimming for a moment.
“Not sure on the due date yet, but you’ll be kept in the loop.” She said, sitting forward again. “I’d love to have a successor to take over when I’m gone, but I doubt the dad would allow that since he’d be teaching him or her useless facts. Speaking of the father, it’s not nearly as complex as I am.”
Emily paused for a moment, her cheeks reddening with excitement and embarrassment over how difficult she had been over the last few years.
“The father is a wonderful man, he stood by me when I was at my worst and pushed me to be as strong and confident as I appear on my stream.”
The chat overflowed with please, people begging to know more, which made Emily smile brighter and cheeks turn redder.
“It all started a couple years ago when Echo Protocol was announced.” Emily explained. “One of my fans offered to buy me a drink in appreciation and, one drink led to several more, and I made an epic ass of myself. I started to realize how messed up I really was, but he stayed by my side, never backing down. Recently we found out I was pregnant and he did the right and proper thing.”
Emily held up her left hand, showing off a small but glorious engagement ring.
“The poor guy proposed!” Emily screamed with excitement.
Once again the chat erupted, congratulations pouring in, a few disappointed viewers expressing how lucky the guy was, many still pushing for the identity of the father. People were posting so frequently that Emily had trouble reading them all.
“I couldn’t say no to the man who sacrificed his sanity to save me.” Emily said with a laugh. “He truly is a great and wonderful man, and I want to give a shout out to my love, my lookout in life, the one person who has the patience to deal with my crazy ass.”
By now the chat was begging to know the identity of the father. Emily noticed the viewer count steadily riding, approaching a brain exploding 700,000 viewers!
“Without further ado,” Emily said with fake sophistication in her voice. “I want to introduce the father of our child and the crazy man who’ll be my husband. You know him as FactFragger101, now meet him as Adi.”
Emily could barely read the comments as they flew by, viewers expressing envy, outrage, as well as admiration and congratulatory cheers.
“Come show yourself Adi!” Emily called over her shoulder.
“Absolutely not!” He called back.
“Get your cute ass over here now or you don’t get your present tonight.” Emily jokingly threatened.
“Fine.” Adi said as he approached from behind Emily, squatting down to be in the picture. “Hey fellow fraggers.”
Comments flooded in, some wishing Emily and Adi luck in the future, others showing disgust at Adi’s less than Adonis physique. Emily quickly threatened a ban from the channel for anyone who made negative comments about Adi’s looks. Some comments came in about how it was staged, how it was her brother not her lover. In response to these, Emily grabbed Adi by the collar of his shirt, pulling his face towards hers and kissing him deeply, passionately on my mouth. She was momentarily lost in the heat of the moment, craving more from Adi than just a kiss, breaking free only when she realized she was still streaming, arousal in full force inside them both.
“As much as I want to end things here so I can go jump Adi,” Emily said with a mischievous smirk. “We have a lot of mayhem to catch up on. Adi, want to hop on and join the fun?”
“I’d rather have my ass beat only once tonight, thanks.” Adi replied with a seductively playful tone in his voice.
Once again the chat exploded with excitement, some telling Emily to go take care of her man, others saying to live stream the action. Emily laughed as she read the comments.
“Sorry guys,” Emily said. “That body’s for my eyes only. I’m knocked up and ready to knock out some people. It’s Mayhem Mode!”
Emily launched Echo Protocol, much to the excitement of the viewers.
“Once again, I want to shout out my love to Adi. He saved me from myself when I didn’t even know I needed saving.” Emily said lovingly. “Now let’s get our frag on!”

“She’s like a beautiful butterfly,” Adi thought, looking down at Emily’s bare form as she slept, spread across the mattress.
Emily had come over the night before, drunk, but wanting nothing more than to be near Adi. Not sex, comfort. She was still the wild free spirit she had always been, but something’s different. As sex crazed as she is, she just wants to be near him, be close, be protected from what lies within.
When Adi had gotten up twenty minutes prior to shower l, Emily was curled like a ball in the corner of his bed, now she was spread out, the sheet barely covering her perfect ass.
“I’ve got to be dreaming.” He muttered, an almost serene smile across his face. He’s never dated anyone like Emily, beautiful and delicate like a butterfly, but wild and free like a stallion. It was almost 8 am, he needed to get ready for his shift at the supermarket. He quietly got dressed and left a note next to her phone on the nightstand. He didn’t know if she’d still be there when she got back, but he knew this wouldn’t be the last time they shared a bed.

Adi was sound asleep when Emily slowly crawled out of bed, bringing a sheet with her to wrap her bare, naked body. She glanced over at the clock on her nightstand, 2 am. They’ve been together for over a year now, over a year of Adi dealing with her issues, her insecurities, her. Just a few short hours ago, for the first time since they met, Emily allowed herself to admit to herself, to Adi, how she felt about him. That she truly, wholly, and completely loved him. She knew better, but she was afraid Adi would laugh at her, would make her feel foolish for opening up. She knew better. They had just had sex when Emily admitted how she felt. Much to her surprise, Adi pulled her close and kissed her a soft, deep kiss, there was something behind it that told Emily, made it absolutely clear to her, that he was there to stay. That kiss led to the most intense sex she had ever had.
“No,” she thought as she approached the window of her apartment, their apartment, “Not sex. It was love. We made love.”
There were no kinks, nothing rough, just gentle, passionate love. Love. She had never felt true love before, certainly nothing like this. He was completely devoted to her, and she to him. She still had lingering doubts, but one thing she was sure of, Adi loved her. It was a love that was completely unforgettable, forever.

“One year later and you’re still all I think about.” Seth spoke softly, standing over her grave, in the rain.
She would have turned 18 today, instead she is with her fellow angels, out of pain, out of misery. Seth hadn’t been able to touch his camera since she died. She was his muse, his inspiration, his greatest love, and his greatest mistake. He laid a single purple iris on her grave, her favorite, hoping she’d recognize his attempt at starting to redeem himself in her eyes. He messed up badly. He let his hormones overwhelm his mind. He almost did the unspeakable to her. He’s never be able to forgive himself, but maybe, he hoped, she could. That’s all he wanted.




“Thank you, Adi.” Emily whispered, lying in bed, arms around her stomach as Adi placed a cool washcloth on her forehead.
She was 6 months pregnant with their children, fraternal twin, Asher and Addison. The doctors said both the twins and Emily were in perfect health, but Emily still felt like the ass end of an ass kicking.
“Try to rest.” Adi said softly. “I took the day off to take care of you.”
“Mom could have come down to help.” Emily protested.
“I know your mom means well, but she can be a bit overbearing. You need to relax.” Adi said.
“What about your mom?” She asked. “Or one of the twins?”
“Absolutely not.” Adi said in a mockingly stern voice. “I’m not risking mom bringing out my baby pictures again and as for Adam and Alyssa, I don’t want those twins bringing a bad influence to OUR twins.”
“Oh, poo!” Emily giggled.
“Besides, I owe you.” He said, kissing her in the top of her head.
“Huh? For what?” Emily asked, confused.
“You stayed by my side, literally, the entire time I was recovering from the accident.” He said.
“But that was my fault!” Emily protested.
“You broke up with me.” Adi said softly. “You didn’t force the liquor down my throat.”
Emily still remembers the moment when she heard he was in an accident. She had just finished her own alcoholic pity party at ‘The Last Call for Sanity’, shuddering at the memory of ‘The Final Mistake’, a liquid embodiment of lost hope and regret.
“One year later, we find out you’re carrying our twins.” He continued. “And I don’t recall officially getting back together since I was released either.”
“What do you think that fuckery was when I crawled into bed the next night?” Emily smirked. “I may have slept around, but that night I pulled out ALL the stops.”
It was true, Emily did things to him that stimulated each of his senses simultaneously. Things that would make heaven pale in comparison.
“Fair enough, deviant.” Adi teased and kissed Emily gently. “Get some rest.”
“Thank you.” Emily said. “I love you.”
“I love you too, Em.” Adi said with a smile. It had only been recently that she started saying it, but Adi knew for a long time, even before Emily did, that she loved him.

“There’s something about him,” Sera wrote in her journal. “Something that doesn’t make sense. He’s smart, funny, handsome, kind. Why does he want to date someone like me?”
Sera paused for a moment, trying to choose the right words to continue.
“I’m so plain, so dull.” She continued writing. “He could have his pick of any girl in school, prettier girls, but he chose me. Plain, boring me. Why?”
Sera continued to write, letting out every thought, every feeling she had, free on paper. Page after page she filled, far more than any entry she had previously made.
“He is my first love, the first person I freely, willingly, and excitedly allowed inside. I made myself vulnerable to him, hoping I’m not making a grave mistake. Only time will tell.”