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leascorner · 3 months

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b.b. | With child

Summary: He was so absorbed by his own created misery; he hadn’t actually thought about what you could be thinking. How hard was it for you to congratulate all of your friends on their pregnancy, to watch over all of his nieces and nephews? It was all within easy reach and never really yours.

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x f!reader

Warnings: angst ('cause I can't write anything else), alluding to sex (no description whatsoever), discussions around pregnancy, pregnancy, mention of alcohol.

Words Count: 2.1k

Author's Notes: Had this in the work for the longest time. I was actually thinking to publish it for his season (#4 I hope!). But we got new stills of Season 3 and it's nearly Valentine's Day so... Enjoy!

“Are you-” you asked when you noticed your sister-in-law had let her glass of wine and her plate untouched.

Your words stayed lost on your tongue, yet Daphne, sat in front of Benedict and next to you, knew exactly what you were about and nodded slightly, tears in her eyes. You let out a small cry of excitement and leant in to hug her. While you wore the most delighted expression, Benedict’s heart sunk a little at the news.

His sister was with child. Again. She was the second women of his family to be expecting this year, while he had yet an exciting news to share himself.

You both had wed a little over than a year and a half ago now and were yet to be blessed with a child. You were doing your best, of course, but none your efforts had been fruitful so far. Benedict did not mind; he had waited his whole life to meet you, he definitely could wait a little bit longer.

He did not mind, or so he thought…

Tonight, he thought life was particularly unfair to him. Every pregnancy announcement was only nourishing this harrowing feeling in his chest. All he could feel was his siblings’ bliss and it made him sick to the stomach. Yes, he was sick with jealousy - and ultimately selfish. He just couldn’t wait to feel your belly growing, to hold your children, to watch them playing around with their cousins, for them to grow older and become adults themselves. Just this simple thought made his very own heart felt extremely heavy.

Politely and quietly, he raised his glass wishing his sister a healthy pregnancy, before drinking away his sorrow.

The ride home that night was particularly quiet.

Silence had never been a thing between the two of you. Benedict was usually the most talkative, telling you about his days, about whatever painting he was going to paint, about that book he had been reading. You would listen, looking back at him with your big bright eyes and a soft smile onto your lips. Other times, he would watch you pacing back and forth in his study while passionately debating about politics. He would be drawing imaginary circles on your soft skin as you were lying in bed, you telling him about another one of your days chaperoning one of his sisters. He would listen to your laugh at one of his jokes. Even your fights would be followed by soft apologies, quiet words, whimpers, and love.

On the contrary, that night, the air was thick with something he couldn’t quite describe, and the coach was wrapped up in dark clouds, a genuine storm in the awakening. Sat on the opposite side, you were looking through the window, your face only light up by the few shines of the full moon. Benedict was so focused on his own thought that he didn’t realize you hadn’t had a word for the rest of the night.

He was so absorbed by his own created misery; he hadn’t actually thought about what you could be thinking. How hard was it for you to congratulate all of your friends on their pregnancy, to watch over all of his nieces and nephews? It was all within easy reach and never really yours. It only made him angrier at the entire world. Why couldn’t they let you live this as well?

He would have liked to discuss this with you - his regrets, his hope - but he was too afraid you would realize what a failure he was. How disappointed with him you were. How you would hate him for not being able to offer you this. So, he sat back in his seat and watched out of his own window.

When the coach stopped in front of your residence, Benedict got out first, offering his hand to help you getting down the small step like he always did. You smiled at him, thanking him politely, and let go of his hand as soon as your two feet were on the ground. It didn’t mean anything, he tried to reassure himself, you needed both of your hands to grab the tissue of your dress to prevent the hem from getting wet and dirty. Yet, he couldn’t help the sharp pain in his chest.

Silently, he followed you inside, hat in his hands, jaw locked. You were welcomed as usual by your housemaid, who got both of your coats and stayed there, in the uncomfortable silence, arms full, waiting for one of you to dismiss her. As you took off your gloves and didn’t dare look at Benedict, he nodded sharply to let her know she could go and watched her somehow disappear in an instant.

Suddenly, it was only the two of you again and it was all too much for him. He couldn’t breathe properly; his chest being crushed by the invisible weight of his sorrow. He couldn’t bare staying with you one more second. He needed to get out of here.

“Good night,” he said firmly, before walking to his study.

Would he have looked back he would have seen you watching him disappear in the corridor. You, all alone in the middle of the hall, arms dangling. He would have seen the frown on your face and the hurt in your eyes. Would he have looked back he would have run back to your side. Instead, he did none of that. He continued marching, head up high, trying to escape his own misery.

You sighed before turning in the opposite direction and to your shared bedroom.

Benedict went to bed less than an hour after you.

He had been haunted by guilt as soon as he had reached his study, sadness evaporating once he had stepped inside the room. Instead of turning back and chasing after you, he had tried to put his head in order. He then had tried painting whatever he was feeling, but he could only stay in front of his white canvas, terrified of laying his brush on the cotton. He had tried writing it, but he couldn’t concentrate enough; his thoughts always drifting to you, alone in your bedroom. He had then settled on having a drink to wait long enough for you to fall asleep before he could go to bed - his other option would have been to sleep in his study if he got too drunk, which he did not.

He had thought long about the whole situation. It wasn’t like you were not trying. Sometimes, even with doing the right things, it didn’t happen. He would need to accept this. And he couldn’t continue being a terrible husband. It wasn’t your fault; it wasn’t anybody’s fault actually. What he knew more than anything though was that he loved you. Whatever would happen, he could not afford to lose you.

He had decided he would come clean tomorrow, but for now, he only wanted to sleep with you by his side.

In the dark of your room, Benedict undressed and lied besides you as silently as possible.

All he could hear was your uneven breathing; whatever dream you were having did not seem to be pleasant. He reached out to your arm, hoping that you could feel his presence through his touch and know he would always be there for you.

It wasn’t until your body was rocked by a hiccup that he understood that you were not having a bad dream, you were crying.

“Y/N?” he asked, lying on his side to face your back.

“I am so sorry,” your voice was only a whisper.

He gently made you roll on your side. Even in the dark, his right hand was able to find your face and his thumb to rub the tears away. Before he could ask what was wrong, you spoke:

“I am so-” You chocked on – yet – another sob and it took you a couple of seconds to even out your breathing so you could speak properly: “So sorry- for not being able to get you- get you what you ever wanted.”

“My love,” he sighed, grabbing the back of your neck to bring you closer. Instinctively, you hide your face in his chest, and he started stroking your hair to try and calm you. “My love, do not ever feel guilty on this.”

“I have tried every tea, every method that is supposed to help,” you cried some more.

It broke his heart to realize the burden on your heart - of course, if he was feeling it, you would have too. He finally understood how selfish he had been, how centred on his own pain he was and so oblivious to yours. It had never been a subject between the two of you, but it was slowly crushing you both.

“My love, this is not your fault.”

“You don’t see the pity in their eyes. You don’t hear them whisper.” You sniffled against his chest, arms wrapped around his waist. “We are even blessed Lady Whistletown has not written about us.” He heard the frustration in your voice and the ton of it made him understand how you had tried to suppress the guilt but failed. It pained him that out of all of this, it was you who were the one being charged guilty by everyone - you included. As if you couldn’t imagine it being his own fault. As if you couldn’t imagine it being anyone’s fault but yours.

“Perhaps, I-” he stopped, running a hand through his hair out of frustration. “I drink loads of Colin’s stupid tea; I paint with all sorts of chemicals substance. Perhaps, I can’t-”

“Ben, of course, no!”

“Perhaps we won’t ever-” he confessed, but he couldn’t even say it out loud. It was all too much.

You moved against him, and he felt both of your hands grabbing his face, your forehead resting again his. He felt your hot breath against his skin, and he hugged you tighter, crushing your bones, making sure you were close.

He had you, he kept repeating himself. It was all that mattered. Of course, it was a dear wish of his to see mini versions of yourselves running around, but not at all costs. He wasn’t willing to sacrifice what you both had, right here, right now.

“We are both healthy, it is more than all I could ever wish for.”

“Will this ever be enough for you, though?” you asked so quietly he nearly did not hear you.

Benedict frowned. Was it really what you thought? That he would leave you? That your own self was not enough for him? He had been an even more terrible husband he had thought to lead you thinking this. He had failed you on so many levels.

“I was so absorbed by my own desire of having my own family,” he whispered back like he was telling you a secret, “I never asked if you also desire to have children of your own.”

“Ben, of course, I want your children!”

Benedict wanted to express how grateful he was to have you in his life, but no words came to his mind at that moment. He only reached out to your lips, trying to express how much he loved you.

If he could not tell you, he could still show you…

Hours later, while you were lying in bed, your head on Benedict’s chest, his left hand drawing invisible love words on your back and the other holding you close, he thought that there was nothing else he would like to do than stay with you, like this, forever.

“We should just take some time away from here.”

“What do you mean? The season only began-”

“To hell with worldliness. Some time away, just the two of us.” The sun was slowly peeking through the blinds, its yellow light was painting on your naked skin a glowy spectrum. “I heard South of France is particularly beautiful, this time of the year.”

Your chin on his chest, you looked back at him, eyes bright. He was looking at you the same way you had catch him do a million time: a soft smile on his lips, his eyes filled of this spark, shinning only for you. You didn’t care how beautiful France would be, he was the most beautiful view you had ever laid eyes on.

His hand brushed some hair out of your face, and you grabbed it to kiss his knuckles.

“France, it is then.”

Little did you know, you would be coming back home a few months later, bearing your own little miracle.

One of the many to come.

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spider-jaysart · 5 months

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Hii I find your apocalypse AU pretty interesting. Was wondering if I could do some fanart? :3

@jonathankentstuff

Omggg!!! Yesss, I would totally be okay with you making some!! I would love to see that!✨

Sorry this took a bit to answer btw, but here are some reference sheets for the boys designs in this au that will probably be helpful for you to use!!

(Click for better quality)

This is also probably a good moment to finally expand more on what the au is about (which is why I added in Mar'i and Jake's there too) since I'm showing them now and also because I've been taking a long while already to make the post about it lol😅

(It's a no capes au btw, meaning everyone's just a normal human here and weren't superheroes in the past)

After tragically losing both Talia and Bruce, Damian is mainly surviving with Dick and Kory, plus the kiddos Mar'i and Jake.

After a very long while of doing just fine, they one day get completely seperated from eachother after getting attacked by a random group of greedy bandits. Damian got stuck with Mar'i and Jake on his side while Dick and Kory were only left with eachother, plus Alfred the cat who they carry around all the time in their backpack.

After seeing that there's no way to really get around and go back to eachother and also noticing that they have to continue running from the large group of bandits who are still after them, Dick quickly hands Damian a map and tells him to travel to the place that's marked on it, telling him that they'll all meet up there and reunite with eachother again. Damian promises to do just that and becomes Mar'i and Jake's new guardian while the three of them are on their own, protecting them both from any kind of danger that's thrown their way no matter what, while staying determined to return to Dick and Kory once again.

After three months later of already moving forward to get to their far destination, Damian, Mar'i, and Jake were resting at a small cabin in the woods for a night until the morning. During that night, Jon later happened to be walking around near their hide out all alone since he was lost. Damian spotted him and wasn't planning on taking any risks by just letting him wander around, in case he was actually someone who was just looking to attack and steal stuff if he found him and his little Nephew and Niece, so he sneakily knocked Jon out and tied him up in the cabin.

Once Jon woke up, Damian and Mar'i both pretended to be cannibals to scare him so that they could get their needed answers out of him to see if he was really just another bad person as expected. Because of this, Jon was terrified and just told them whatever they wanted to know, promising that he wasn't there for any trouble. With this, they saw that he was just a harmless kid just trying to survive like them, so they finally dropped the act and let him know that they were just actually faking it. Jon immediately became even more upsetted by all of this after being told that.

While Damian and Mar'i were distracted talking to eachother about what they were gonna do with him, Jon sneakily got loose from his ties and quickly surprised punched Damian in the gut in anger. Jon quickly stopped though once Mar'i immediately got in the middle of the fight and shoved him away from Damian, yelling "No!" In fear, making him feel a little bad for getting rough in front of the 8 year old girl. Then he soon started to hear Jake crying loudly too and began to feel even more bad for not realizing that there was a baby in the room as well.

That was when Jon got (an angry) explanation from Damian about why they did what they did to him, which was only for their safety. He began to start understanding the reasons behind it after that, but still felt pretty upset about the way it was done.

After some calming down, and for Jake too after being rudely awakened, Jon explains to Damian and Mar'i that he had gotten separated from his group earlier after getting chased down by some herd filled with the undead and is just trying to find his way back to his camp now, but is completely lost.

Damian, remembering he has a map on him and thinking back on how Mar'i and him haven't had much food to eat for days, decides to make a deal with Jon. He tells him that if they help him out, he has to give them some food to take back with them in the end in return. Jon, desperate to get back home and feeling delighted at being offered some help, promises them plenty to eat, so they make a deal. This was the start of their adventure together. (Damian didn't let Jon know about the map though and instead lied to him that he's an expert on traveling in the area, so that he wouldn't reject the deal and also so that he wouldn't think of taking the map from them and just run off with it either)

Along the way, the boys begin to later become good friends (with growing crushes on eachother and later become boyfriends too) and a found family type of thing also starts to grow between Mar'i and Jake with Jon over time too (he becomes like a new Uncle to them).

And after finally getting Jon back home in the end like promised, Jon wants to return the favor by helping Damian out in his own big goal too, just like how he helped him out so much during their little journey together. So the four of them venture out later to look for Dick and Kory like a team.

Phew! Glad that's finally done lol. I really can't wait to see what kind of stuff you decide to draw for the au and am very excited to see them whenever they're ready!!!✨:D (I also have way more stuff about the au, like what happens much later on and also how things started too, but that would just make the post too long lmao)

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itsstrange · 1 year

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My Friends Uncle

Chapter 2:The Barbecue

Relationship: Chris Evans x Reader

A/N: Sorry this kept getting pushed loves, I was lowkey lacking on this one and I just had school and work on top of it, but thankfully it’s finally yours! Also I apologize if this seems rushed for y’all, I was trying to finish it as soon as possible for you guys. But it’s finally here! So here y’all go! Hope you like it!

Summary: Being invited to another families barbecue is a chivalrous act, welcoming feeling, well let’s just say Reader gets more than a barbecue feast

Word Count: 9.3k

Warning ⚠️: Kissing, Smut, Fingering, P in V, you know the tags. (18+) {NO MINORS!!}

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Enjoy! 🔥

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Three weeks. Three long fucking weeks it has been since the night with Chris occurred. And from those weeks, neither one of you had any sort of contact whatsoever, merely because neither of you were able to exchange numbers. When you had awaken around noon and made your way downstairs, you realized the only people who were awake in the kitchen were Lisa, Ashley’s mom, Ashley herself looking completely dehydrated and still drunk, and right beside her was her younger brother, CJ, who was devouring a plate of waffles. The man of the house was nowhere to be seen or heard, as well as Chris. It was later that day you learned they had left to buy some supplies they needed since they had promised Lisa they’d finished building her gazebo. Unfortunately, by the time they had made their way back to the house, Lisa had already driven you back to your house.

That was three weeks ago, and if you were completely honest, you were desperate to see him again, yet the day never came. Whenever you’d go to Ashley’s you’d always hope he’d be there, but would always be left in disappointment when he wasn’t. You understood why neither of you were able to see each other, you were busy with school, family of your own, he was busy with work and his own personal issues he might have that the day to see one another just isn’t able to happen. However, what you didn’t know was how much Chris craved you just as much as you craved him. Ever since that night he hasn’t been able to get you off his mind, it’s all he can think about. The way you weighed underneath him, the way his named slipped from your mouth with each thrust he’d sent you, the way your whole skin glowed under the kitchen light, the way you smiled, laughed, you. He just couldn’t stop thinking about you. For the past three weeks, work has been a challenge for him considering his mind was always replaying the night’s events, nearly chopped off his own thumb while cutting a plank of wood when his mind had drifted off once again.

You were addicting and he was absolutely hooked on you. He needed you, he wanted you, yet the right day just hasn’t come. He’s thought about asking for you, but didn’t want to seem like a weirdo, nor did he want to rise suspicions from his family. He didn’t have any sort of social media so searching for your name was a bust, so he kept quiet. Quietly suffered until he eventually was able to see you again, so for now he’ll enjoy his families and friends company with some homemade barbecue and a couple of beers, after a long day at work he sure needed.

Chris sat on the bench, facing the house, beer bottle next to him as he prepared the barbecue sauce, while his brother and father hovered over the grill, his mom was somewhere inside the house grabbing whatever she needed along with Lisa and his two younger sisters baking desert in the kitchen. Some nephews and nieces were inside while some played outside.. let him rephrase that, the boys were inside playing the Nintendo while the girls played outside. Everyone was enjoying the day laughing, talking to one another, sharing stories and beers, it made Chris feel at ease, made him feel at home, but he wouldn’t lie when he admitted he’d enjoy it even more if he got to see you again. Hell, he wished you were there, maybe not sitting next to him with your hand interlocked with his, but just being there enjoying the day would brighten his day even more.

“You done with the sauce boy?” The sound of his fathers rough voice breaks Chris out of his thoughts, apparently he’d been mixing the barbecue for over 20 minutes now,

“Uh-Yeah,” He quickly says as he extends his hand with the bowl to his father, cheeks slightly heated when he gets a couple chuckles from his friends,

“I don’t know pops, I think he should mix it for another 20,” Sebastian, a good friend of Chris teases over his shoulder, smirk wide on his lips when he brings his beer to his lips,

Everyone, including Chris chuckle at his comment. He’s really gotta keep it together.

“Hey guys,” A small voice rings from the side of the house causing every pair of eyes to turn,

Walking towards the bench with full arms of plastic bags was Ashley, however, the smile that was plastered on Chris’s face falls the same time his heart beats rapidly in his chest when his eyes land on the other small figure appearing behind his niece. Mirroring the same figure as Ashley, you too had loads of groceries in your hands, even tried balancing a small watermelon underneath your arm that nearly slips from its hold when you lock eyes with those bright blue orbs that you haven’t seen for three weeks straight. A shy smile begins tugging on your lips the longer you remain eye contact, but was soon interrupted when Ashley yells at every men staring in their direction for help.

Chris was the first one off the bench and quickly made his way to the both of you. He quicken his steps when he heard someone else walking behind him, but let’s pretend he just quicken his pace when he saw how you and Ashley were struggling in holding everything.

“Let me give you a hand,” Chris tells you once he stood in front of you,

“Thanks,” You softly respond, shy smile still visible on your lips as he quickly took the plastic bags from your hands, yet, he made sure to brush his hand on your arm before gently taking the last bag from your grip,

Your eyes grow slightly wide at the contact and immediately look over at Ashley, but she was too busy handing her own groceries to Sebastian to even notice what was happening. Plus, Chris’ hulking frame was blocking the whole scene. Smirking at your reaction with a short chuckle he turns around and begins walking with the groceries, leaving you with only the small watermelon and a slightly flustered look. Once gathering yourself, you walk beside Ashley and begin greeting everyone outside.

“Your mom is inside,” Ashley’s father tells her before turning back around to the grill,

“Oh shoot! I forgot the sodas and ice in the car,” Ashley claims, but before she can turn around you stop her,

“I’ll go, I forgot my phone in the car,”

“I’ll give you a hand,” Chris quickly volunteers before anyone else can, Nodding her head and not thinking much about it Ashley hands you her keys before making her way inside the house the same time you turn to walk towards the side entrance of the house with Chris following right behind,

Butterflies soon begin to stir in your stomach when you walk in silence but can hear the way his heavy steps crunch against the rocks as he follows you. You didn’t know why you felt so nervous around him, or so intimidated, this is what you’ve been wanting, what you’ve been wishing for, to see him again but now that he’s right here, following in step with you, your nerves are skyrocketing like a madman wielding a machete. But with a deep inhale, you do your best in pushing down the buzzing feeling in your stomach and press the button on the remote to unlock the 2015 Land Rover. Walking towards the passenger side you open the door and look over your shoulder to find Chris standing behind the door. Blue eyes staring deep into your own.

“The ice is in the back,” You tell him, which he silently nods his head before making his way towards the trunk while you turn back to the passenger side,

As you grab your phone you can hear the trunk opening before hearing the sound of the ice being dragged against it. Once checking any messages and sending a quick message to your mom that you’ve arrived at Ashley’s, you make your way to the back of the car. However, the moment your frame was visible from the side of the car, a large hand is grabbing you by the elbow and shoving you against it, then feeling a pair of lips roughly colliding with yours. Earning a muffled groan and moan from you at the sudden moment, but react almost immediately to the kiss. One large hand cradled your cheek while the other gripped you tightly by the waist, squeezing every so often. Your own hands had already been lost in those brown soft locks of his, slightly pulling on his hair or massaging his scalp as you kiss him feverishly. However, the feeling of his knee slotting in between your legs and using that same hand that’s settled on your waist, he forces you down on his thigh earning a loud gasp from you which he takes the opportunity to plunge his tongue into your mouth.

The only sounds that can be heard is heavy breaths being shared and lips smacking with one another. It was risky, having a heated make out session right outside your friends driveway, where anyone can appear or catch you if they angled their heads, even people who can be casually walking down the sidewalk would have a full blown view of you two, but that was the least of both your concerns at the moment. The only thing you two cared for was each others mouths, arms, warmth, and nothing else.

You two were so lost in the moment that things quickly began escalating when he slightly changed the angle to where he was now thrusting his hips into you, earning another gasp from you but also a muffled groan from Chris, however, the moment he tried to pin you down inside the trunk a muffled yelp leaves your lips when your shirt had risen and your heated skin made contact with the ice.

“Sorry,” Chris whispers against your lips, causing a chuckle to erupt from the both of you,

Still placing gentle kisses against your lips, Chris effortlessly pulls you with him until you’re in a seated position in the trunk. Legs spread apart as he stands in between them, lips not once parting from yours and only continuously places feather like kisses on your soft lips. With one final peck on your lips, his large hands cradle your face as he slowly pulls away. Bright beautiful blue eyes staring down at you with a small smile on his lips.

“Hi,” He whispers, smile slightly widening as his thumb rubs soothing circles against your cheek,

You softly chuckle, (E/c) eyes staring upward with pure light and happiness, “Hi,”

You both stare at one another, same smile plastered on your faces and just enjoying each other’s presence.

“I missed you,” You finally admit, heart fluttering when his smile slightly widens,

“Me too,” He claims, thumb still rubbing soothing circles on your cheek before bending down to place another gentle kiss to your lips, “Let’s head back,” Chris mumbles against your lips after the third kiss to your lips,

As much as he wanted this moment to last, to have your warmth near him, your lips molding with his, he knew you two had been gone for too long already and needed to go back before anyone began having suspicions or having them come looking for you both. So with a small sad smile you nod your head at him as you begin climbing off the trunk, but once your feet hit the pavement Chris bends down once again to place a chaste kiss to your lips one last time. Breaking the kiss with a wide smile, Chris slightly steps to the side to let you walk away, but is quick to grab your wrist before you can stand by the car.

“Hey wait, gimme you’re phone,” He says, dropping your wrist to let you pull out your device from your back pocket,

Unlocking it you hand him your phone, where Chris begins tapping on your screen without hesitation. A couple seconds later he hands you your phone with a smile, looking down you noticed his name was displayed on your screen with a message of a heart emoji at the bottom of the screen. As you were staring down at your phone a notification rings, looking up you watch as he digs into his front pocket before pulling out his own phone and turning it to you, right on his screen was your phone number with the same heart. You smile with a short chuckle as you bring your eyes towards his, he smiles at you before quickly typing on his phone and pocketing it back in its place.

“C’mon, let’s go,” He motions his head to the side before picking up the bag of ice from the trunk and stepping aside for you to grab the soda cases before closing the trunk behind you,

Locking the car you both make your way back towards the backyard and joining the rest of the group as if nothing happened. The both of you got separated the moment you two appeared, you get dragged by Ashley inside the house to help her finishing baking the dessert, and Chris by his friends as they just started a game of poker. You both give one last look before being dragged away, yet, you were able to catch the way he sends you a small wink before walking inside the home, which of course causes your face to heat up.

Asshole. Is all you can think of with a small smirk as you walk into the kitchen, which did not help with your heated features as the memory from three weeks ago come to play. Luckily, the room was already warm due to the oven being on, so you could’ve easily used it as an excuse for your heated cheeks. That might’ve been a good excuse, but it sure didn’t subside as you helped mixed the batter in a bowl in the same goddamn counter he fucked you in.

Was it wrong to have such a forbidden dangerous secret? Absolutely. Was it wrong to feel turned on as you mixed the batter in the counter? Definitely. Did it stop the wide grin from tugging on the corner of your lips? Definitely not.

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9:30 pm

“You gonna spend the night again, (Y/n)?” Gavin, Ashley’s dad, asks you while you help with picking up cups and plates from the table,

You shake your head as you reach for a napkin that nearly falls off, “Not today, I promised my mom I’d be home to babysit tomorrow,”

“Alright, you want us to drive you home or is your mom coming?”

“No I was planning on getting an Uber,”

“You’re not getting an Uber,” Chris’s deep voice joins in on the conversation, noticing how his voice sounded firm and clear,

Both you and Gavin turn to him where he too was tossing beer bottles into a trash can, however, your eyes grow wide from the way his voice sounded heavy and demanding. You’d be lying if you didn’t admit it sparked something inside of you.

“Yeah c’mon, let one of us drive you,” Gavin agrees with his younger brother and waves a hand in the air, referring to the people who were still at the house,

“No it’s okay really, it’s too much of a drive for you guys and you guys we’re drinking,” You try again, it’s not that you didn’t want a ride, it definitely would save you money but you felt too much of a burden if they drove you home, you didn’t exactly live two blocks away and you also didn’t want to risk them being stopped by the cops,

They can be real assholes if they want. Plus, knowing that Chris would be the one to drive home was dangerous, very dangerous for many reasons and the thought of being alone with him again made those same butterflies rise in your stomach. Not from fear, but from nervousness and excitement.

“You’re not taking an Uber (Y/n), I’m taking you home,” Chris firmly demands as he throws a heavy trash bag into the trash can before turning to you, blue eyes staring directly into yours, almost as if challenging you to argue back,

You didn’t. You couldn’t.

“It’s settled then. You’ve got a ride,” Gavin says, clapping his hands with a small smile before patting his brother on the shoulder and thanking him,

“Just give me a sec to throw the trash and we can head out,” Chris tells you, hands filled with black bags,

You nod your head, “I’ll go say bye to Ashley and everyone else then,”

Nodding at you he turns to leave towards the trash cans while you make your way inside the home where the rest of the family remained chatting and cleaning the kitchen. Once bidding your farewells and telling Ashley her uncle will give you a ride home, which she smiles with a breath of relief when she knows you’ll be getting home safely, you ended up giving them a hand in washing the dishes meanwhile Chris was ready to leave. It was after rinsing the fifth plate under the sink when you hear his voice echoing off the walls of the kitchen. Glancing over your shoulder you watch him give his own farewells to everyone, hugging and laughing with them before his eyes settle on your frame. You send him a small smile before turning back to the dish and rinsing off the remaining soap, while doing so you feel a large body stand next to you and a heavy hand settling on your lower half of your back.

“Ready?” He asks you, blue eyes looking directly into your own,

You smile at him with a nod before placing the clean dish on the rack with the rest of the dishes and wiping your hands with the towel dangling from the stove. You say your farewells once again and thank both Lisa and Ashley for always inviting you to their family gatherings, which they only wave you off before wrapping their arms around you with a wide welcoming smile.

Chris stood in the entrance of the kitchen admiring the whole thing, smile not once faltering from his lips as he watched his sister-in-law and niece embrace you, hugging you with warm, welcoming arms. It was something he’s always loved witnessing, it made him feel whole knowing you have always been accepted and welcomed into their family, and only wished you continued to be welcomed and accepted for whatever for the cause.

Once parting away from the mother and daughter, you turn to your left, locking eyes with Chris who stood leaning on the doorway with hands tucked into his pockets. Small smile on his lips.

“You ready?” He asks once again,

“Yeah,” You softly respond as you make your way towards him with Ashley following right behind you,

“Thanks again Uncle Chris for giving her a ride,” She tells him with a wide smile as she wraps her arms around his torso and burying her face into his stomach,

Chris smiles down at her as he wraps his own large arms around her, “You’re welcome Pug,” He places a peck on the crown of her head before looking up at you, eyes glimmering with deep lust, “Anytime,”

The look in his eyes was easy to hypnotize you, looking away from him seemed like a challenge, it was as if it had a hold on you the longer he stared at you, but eventually he ends it when he pulls away from Ashley, allowing you to exhale a soft shaky sigh through your nose. Stepping aside he lets you walk through the doorway as he waves goodbye to everyone one last time before hearing his heavy footsteps following you. Once outside, you wait for him to guide you to his car before walking. After walking past a couple of cars on the sidewalk, he eventually stops next to a black Audi A5 with the windows slightly tinted and rims colored black. It was a beautiful car for a beautiful man, making you fall even more. You stand and watch as he unlocks the car with the remote before opening the passenger side for you, making a shy smile form on your lips as you thank him before carefully climbing inside. The interior was just as beautiful as the rest of the car. Just like outside, the seats and dashboard were black leather, blue LED lights were visible underneath the door alongside where the gearshift rested in the middle, and it smelled like black ice mixed with his own cologne. It just screamed Chris all over it, making you fall in love with the car.. and him.

As you continued in admiring the car, the door to the drivers side opens up before Chris slides inside. Giving you a short smile he turns on the ignition and asks for directions, once placing it on the gps and revealing the minutes to your house Chris can’t help but let out a soft chuckle, causing you turn to him.

“Can’t believe you wanted to take an Uber,” He claims as he straps himself in and begins driving down the road,

“I didn’t want to be a burden,” You admit, fingers playing with the seatbelt around your waist,

A scoff leaves his lips, blue eyes turning to look at you but notices how your eyes are casted down on your lap. He didn’t like that, “Hey,” He softly says waiting until you meet his eyes, “You’re not, okay? My house is literally ten minutes away from you. It’s fine,”

Only ten? You thought to yourself. You couldn’t believe this entire time he was only ten minutes away from your parents home, from you. What a small fucking world. The ride to your parents house was in comfortable silence, except for his music playing softly through the speakers or both of your voices as you two would easily fall into a conversation. Literally about anything, from how the week treated you both, how school was going, to stories being shared between you two on what had happened throughout the weeks you both hadn’t seen each other. You both easily fell into conversation without any problems and that only made you realize just how much you two felt comfortable around each other, making a small smile tug on your lips from the realization.

After another few minutes driving, Chris eventually pulls into your street and within a couple blocks your house comes to view. Stopping a few feet away from the front lawn, Chris puts the gear in park and leaning his arm on the armrest.

“So who’s home?” Chris questions, eyes scanning the partly lit two story home before looking at you,

You glance out the window to see the living room light on along with the kitchen light, “Should be my parents and younger brothers,”

Chris hums watching the house once again before averting his gaze at you, only to already find your own eyes watching him in silence. You both stare at each other, waiting for the other to say something, to do something, anything. So Chris speaks first.

“You got a curfew I need to know about?” He whispers, hand reaching to place a strand of hair behind your ear,

You swallow, same butterflies building once again but you managed to slowly shake your head, eyes not once breaking away from his, “No.. just as long as I’m home to babysit tomorrow,”

Chris stays quiet, blue eyes darting from your eyes to your inviting lips to your covered chest then back up to your eyes. God how much he didn’t want the night to end, he barely even had you to himself since you’ve first arrived to his brothers house, you were with Ashley most of the time while he was with the adults by the grill. Although, that didn’t mean he wouldn’t spare a few glances your way, but it did mean he wasn’t able to get you alone for a split second without risking you both. But now, now it was just the two of you, no one else to catch you two, to stop you both from wanting each other. So, clenching his jaw with a soft exhale through his nose he lets the words slip.

“Wanna go for a ride then?”

“Yes,” You answered a little too quickly but you could careless, hell, Chris could careless on how you responded because the moment your answer leaves your lips he’s making a u-turn to head down the street he came back from,

With shaky fingers you managed to send out a quick message to your mother, letting her know you were still at Ashley’s and possibly might spend the night, but that you’ll let her know. About a minute later you receive a message from her, letting you know it’s fine just as long as you kept your promise for the following day. You smile down at the phone and message her back, simply telling her ‘always’ with a heart emoji.

The ride back to what you were assuming was his home, was in comfortable, thick silence. Soft music still played through the speakers but even that wasn’t enough to keep the thick tension from fading, if you were being honest it only seemed to get thicker the closer you got to his home. Just like he had mentioned, ten minutes later and a couple turns later, he was parking his car by the curb. Once putting the gear in park, he gives you a small smile before climbing out the car where you follow in getting out yourself. Standing before you was a tall bricked building which gave you an aesthetic vibe from its faded grey color, to the fire escapes mounted on the side of the building. The sound of the car locking behind you brings your eyes away from the building to Chris who stood near the hood of his car, smile on his lips as he watched you admire the building, then motions his head to the left indicating to follow him, which you do with nervous feet.

Opening the main doors to the building, he lets you enter first before following behind you and leading the rest of the way. Not before grabbing your hand and interlocking your fingers together as he walks towards the elevator’s, definitely not causing heat to rise on your cheeks at the unexpected action, but allow his fingers to slot themselves with your own. As you both waited for the elevator you took the time to observe your surroundings, noticing just how luxurious this building was, with a splash of rustic architecture displayed around the entire lobby. Nicely waxed wooden tiles laid on the floor, a few couches with coffee tables were scattered throughout the lobby, a black marble front desk stood by the entrance of the building with a man around his late forties sitting behind said desk, plants were also displayed in every corner as well as some dangling from the ceiling, a couple TV’s were hooked on walls showing the News or advertising certain promotions the building had. In your opinion, everything screamed rich, which had you wondering.

“So are you like.. a lawyer or something?” You suddenly asked, turning your gaze at the man who was quietly watching the elevator reach their floor,

The question brings out a wide smile along with a deep chuckle from him, “More like a construction worker. Me and my brother work with my old man,”

“Ohh that’s right, Evans Construction,” You claim with a smile, remembering the time when you had asked Ashley on what her uncle did for a living,

You were asking for a friend obviously.

Chris continues to smile down at you, “Yeah,” He starts as he looks around the lobby, “Guess it kinda pays the bills,”

Kinda? You think to yourself.

“Might need to work for your dad then if I kinda wanna pay for my college loans,” You joke, earning a soft chuckle from him,

“Would definitely love to see you in a tool belt,” He says, eyes raking your entire frame before settling on your eyes and continuing with, “Just.. a tool belt,”

A large smirk spreads on his face when he sees the way your cheeks flush bright red at his words, then chuckles once again when you shake your head in embarrassment and shove him away with the hand interlocked with his, but all he does is pull you with him as he walks inside the elevator, causing you to bump against his firm chest. Pushing a button on the panel behind your shoulder, he lets his blue orbs glance down at your own eyes. You feel a hand rest on your hip while the other softly cups your cheek, then feeling the way his fingers place a strand of hair behind your ear before watching the way he slowly bends down towards your lips. Your lips connect the same time the doors to the elevator shut close.

The kiss was gentle, caring, slow, but passionate. Both your mouths were molding together while your hot, warm tongues danced with each other, fighting for dominance, then before you knew it he began pushing you backwards until your back gently collided against the left side of the elevator and immediately slotting his leg in between your own, earning a soft gasp from you when he forces your hips down on his thigh once again. Not only did your clothed core rubbed beautifully against his firm thigh, but you too felt the way his harden member poked against your own thigh, letting you know just how much he wants this, how much he craved you, how much he missed you.

Annoyingly, before things can get more heated the sound of the elevator ringing breaks you two apart. Chris quickly looks over his shoulder then back at you with a smile as he pulls away before grabbing your hand and leading you both out the elevator.

Taking a glance up at the number on top of the elevator doors you noticed you had stopped on the eighth floor, making your eyebrows raise when you catch a glimpse of a view from the window to your left as you got off the elevator. You wondered if he had a view, guess you’ll find out in a matter of minutes.

A couple doors later, you both stop in front of a black door that read 8F in the center. You stand behind Chris as he unlocks it then watch as he steps aside for your to entire first, he’s such a gentleman, you thought to yourself as you entire his home with a smile. Just as you step foot inside, the sound of something rattling and nails scraping against the wooden floor can be heard from down the hall and itching closer.

“You have a dog?!” You say with excitement as you watch the overly excited dog make it’s way towards the both of you, bending down you pet the handsome dog who excitedly ran towards you instead of his owner,

Chris chuckles as he places his keys on a small key bowl by the door, “Yeah, rescued the big guy a couple years back while we were working on a house in Savannah during the summer, his names Dodger,” He explains with a loving smile as he watches the way Dodger curls on the floor, stomach exposed as he waits for your loving scratches,

You let out a giggle as you go ahead and give him scratches on his belly, “You’re a handsome one ain’t ya?”

You receive a loud, happy, excited bark from the boxer-mix on the floor, widening your smile as you continue to give him belly scratches. A few belly rubs later, you rise from the floor with a satisfied smile on your lips as you watch Dodger get up from the ground, does the usual dog shake off before walking away with a wagging tail. Nails clicking against the floor is all you can hear in the home, causing a soft chuckle to escape from you. Turning around you notice how Chris is just staring at you while leaning against the wall, hands tucked into his front pockets as he scans your entire frame with a knowable look in his eyes. Without saying another word he slowly makes his way towards you then let’s his hand reach out towards your shirt before gently pulling you against his chest, where he immediately slots your mouths once again.

Like a machine programmed, your arms easily wrap around his neck, fingers getting lost in his dark locks at the base of his neck as you melt against his lips. A certain tug on his locks causes a muffled moan to be heard from his throat, which he can’t help but deepen the kiss as he forces you to walk backwards until your back softly collides with the wall. His large frame traps you against the wall once again, but only for a split second before you start feeling one hand gripping the side of your waist while the other settles behind your thigh and in a swift motion your off the ground. Your legs immediately wrap around his waist while your hands hold onto the back of his neck in a firm grip, lips not once parting from each other as he begins walking further into the home.

You’re not really sure where he’s leading you both, but you’re assuming it’ll be either the couch or his bedroom, didn’t matter, just as long as you’re able to feel his warmth soon. The feeling of your body slightly bouncing in his hold answers your previous question when you can hear and feel him climbing up some stairs. Then hear how his boots stomp on the wooden floor as he makes his way down the hall and in a short time you suddenly feel him laying you down against cushion, which you assumed was his bed. Without breaking the kiss, he uses the arm he has wrapped around your lower half to shift you higher on his bed, which he does so easily, as if you weighed nothing. Knowing he can easily manhandle you without any effort definitely turns you on even more, igniting a kink that you didn’t know you had and only making the whole situation a thousand times more arousing.

A soft gasp escapes from you when he firmly knocks his hips against your clothed core, where he then uses the opportunity to lavish your neck at the new exposed skin.

“Chris.. please,” You beg with a breathless tone, small moans slipping from your lips every few seconds at the way his harden member teases you through thick layers,

“I got you,” Is all he whispers against your lips, pecking them one last time as he begins undoing the button on your jeans and not wasting time on lowering them down your legs along with your underwear,

It has been three weeks since he’s last had you, three weeks since he’s had your warmth, your taste, so matching the same eagerness as you he wasn’t going to waste another second. The moment he slips off your shoes and undergarments, tossing them somewhere behind his arm he spreads both your legs as wide as they can go before diving in. The first long, firm, hot lick against your core has your back arching off the bed with a breathless moan, hands immediately latching onto his hair and gripping tightly as he soon picks up the pace. His tongue lavishes your walls and clit, making firm circular movements against your bundle of nerves ripping moan after moan from you.

“Oh.. f-fuck,” You breathlessly moan when his tongue continues to attack your clit, but what causes your hips to slightly rise from the mattress is the feeling of his thick finger pushing its way inside,

The noise that rumbles up your chest and out your mouth is pure bliss as the new sensation buzzes throughout your body. The way his tongue feverishly laps against your clit with his thick finger pumping in and out of you at a torturous pace creates the most delicious friction at the pit of your stomach. The knot only seems to grow as he plunges another thick digit inside of you, bringing another noise from you as he picks up the pace. The sounds of your moans and filthy slurping noises coming between your legs bounces off the walls in the room, yet, they only seem to grow louder as you near the edge.

Your hips begin to move against his face as you near the end, but a firm arm pinning your hips to the bed halts your movements, making a whine escape from you but before you can plead to him he’s soon pumping his fingers and lapping at your clit in rapid pace.

“Oh my-..” Is the only thing that slips out your mouth as the pleasure only seem to increase as he vigorously pumps his finger inside of you,

From the way his thick fingers pumped inside of you to his tongue lapping away at your bundle of nerves and his beard rubbing deliciously against your thighs was becoming too much, the knot forming in the bit of your stomach was becoming too tight for you to hold. Chris must’ve known or must’ve heard the way your breathing was coming in harsh puffs because he only seems to pick up his pace, pumping and licking at an incredible speed that has you once again arching off the bed while your hands grip onto his soft locks.

“Chris,” Was the last thing you breathlessly say before your orgasm hits you like an anchor reaching the bottom of the ocean,

Chris’ fingers and tongue continue their rapid movements as you ride out your orgasm, causing a few twitches to erupt from your body when you become a little sensitive, but with one final lick to your clit Chris pulls away from your soaked core, slightly cursing under his breath at the sight. You had completely drenched his fingers, causing his member to throb painfully in his jeans at the delicious sight and god how he missed this. How he missed you.

With slow movements he begins placing gentle kissing against your thighs, beard slightly tickling against your skin, causing a small flinch from you and a small chuckle from the man who continued in lavishing your skin with feathery kisses. You on the other hand just laid there as you slowly came down from your high, you had definitely came harder than you’ve ever had, literally draining half of your energy from its intense orgasm. Chris must’ve noticed your relaxed, quiet form because you hear another deep chuckle coming from him. Opening your eyes, that you didn’t know were closed, you lock eyes with his, noticing just how dilated they were.

“Still with me baby?” Chris asks, smile spreading on his lips as he continues to take in your flushed form,

“Mmhmm,” Is all you’re able to mumble out which ends up in a short chuckle when you can picture just exactly how you look at the moment,

Smile still on his face, Chris furrows his brows as he removes a strand of hair from your eye, “Was that your first time?”

He couldn’t help but ask, not because he wanted to pry into your previous sex life but because the way you responded made him curious if you ever been on the receiving end. With an embarrassed look you slowly nod your head, answering his question.

Then it clicked.

“W-We’re you a vir..—,”

“No,” You quickly answer with a shake of your head when you knew the question that was coming, “I guess just… I guess they just didn’t know how to please a woman yet,”

You explain, slightly throwing shade to your ex, yet, you didn’t regret the words. Not one bit.

Chris chuckles, deep and dark, “Well, get use to it sweetheart because there’s plenty more where that came from,” He promises with a deep kiss,

“Looking forward to it,” You whisper against his lips, smile tugging on your own as you bring him down for another kiss, this time allowing his warm tongue to explore and face with yours,

The same time you feel his large hand sliding under your shirt and slowly treading upwards until he grips tightly on your covered breast, which of course brings another gasp from you, you allow your own hands to reach down towards his belt where you quickly undo it. Once unfastening the button of his jeans you let your hand reach down, firmly palming the large bulge that hides behind his navy briefs, earning a loud, muffled groan from the man above you. However, a deep animalistic growl vibrates from his throat the moment your small fingers wrap around his girth and begin stroking up and down.

“Fuck,” Chris whispers against your lips, body going absolutely stiff when your grip tightens around him the same time your strokes get faster,

Although, before you can continue or do more than stroking, he quickly shrugs off his shirt before pulling your hands off him to remove his own briefs and jeans. Your eyes go wide at the sight of him, his large, leaking, girth of a brick rests heavily in between his legs and curling upwards towards his toned stomach. Just because you’ve already seen all of him that one time in the kitchen doesn’t mean you still don’t get speechless at just how big he really is. Hell, the sight of him again after three weeks has your mouth watering for him, it has you craving him, it has you desperate for him all over again.

Trailing your eyes up towards his chest you meet his eyes, noticing how they were already staring at you, wide smirk on his lips as he crawls towards you again. He latches his lips against yours again in a gentle, caring, slow manner before feeling his hands sliding your shirt off your frame then your bra. Settling back against the cushions you watch him scan your now exposed breast, watching the way his eyes slowly blink as his mouth slightly parts as he continues to admire the new fresh of skin.

“Fucking beautiful,” He whispers, large hands rising to grip both of your exposed breasts, letting a heavy sigh leave through your nose and heat to rise up your cheeks at the affection you currently were receiving,

His blue eyes trail up from where they were focused on the way his hands fit perfectly against your globes to your own blown out orbs. Licking his lips he bends down to latch against yours once again, at the same time he teases you by rubbing his leaking tip against your aching clit, earning a pathetic whimper from you, but it was pure music in Chris’ ears so he repeats his actions until those whimpers grew more desperate for attention. Yet, he couldn’t deny his own desperation, he’s been thinking of you and wanting you for three weeks and now that he has you splayed out beneath him, he’s not gonna waste another second.

With one last thrust of his hips, he removes one hand from your breast to dig through a drawer on your left. You hear him rummaging for a few seconds before feeling him pull away, opening your eyes you see him kneeling in between your legs as he tears a packet with his teeth. His blue eyes meet yours as a soft scoff escapes from you.

“Can’t be too careful,” He claims as he spits out the piece of plastic and pulls out the rubber from its hold,

A soft chuckles leaves your lips as you watch him slide it on, “Like we were the first time?”

Chris closes his eyes as a deep chuckle rumbles off his own lips, “I know I know,” Slightly opening your legs wider, he hovers above you once again and bends down to peck your lips before feeling him rub against your core and feeling the way he slowly starts pushing in,

A gasp falls off your lips as you feel the way his large girth stretches you open. As he continues to push in a deep groan rumbles in his throat when he feels your walls clamping down on him from the large intrusion, causing a large hand to grip the side of your waist to keep him grounded.

“Fuck baby, you’re so tight,” He curses under his breath as he slowly continues to push the rest of his member,

In less than a second he’s soon deep into your core, earning a heavy sigh to fall from your lips as you get accustomed to him. Angling his head he pecks gentle kisses on your lips to distract you from the discomfort, but after a short while you mumble in between the kiss, letting him know he’s good to move. And boy did he do just that. The moment he gives your forehead one last peck he doesn’t waste time in pulling his hips back before slamming them back into you, earning a loud, choked whimper to escape from you. His pace quickens right after that, not once faltering, and not once did he fail to bring out beautiful noises from you with each thrust he gave you.

Soft grunts and groans can be heard deliciously in your ear as he rests his face in the crook of your neck, however, one particularly loud growl vibrates in your ear when you rake your nails against his back, which only arouses you even more. After a while, you feel him pull away and watch him lean back on his knees, large hands gripping onto both your legs and spreading them as wide as they can go while his bright, dilated, blue eyes looked down to where his cock pushed in and out of your glistening cunt. It was such a beautiful sight for him, loving the way his cock is splitting you open, loving the way your juices covered him, loving the way your lips looked red and raw. Everything.

“Fuck,” Chris whispers when his eyes trail up towards your body, watching with wide lustful eyes the way your breast bouncing with every snap of his hips,

Although, something inside of him snaps when his eyes land on your beautiful flushed face. Eyes tightly shut, mouth slightly open with small moans escaping from you had him completely feral at the sight. Without thinking, he drops one hand from your knee and replaces it around your neck, earning an erotic moan to slip from you at the new added pressure. Fuck.. she’s perfect. Chris couldn’t help but think as your moans only grew as he picked up his pace and added a little more pressure to his hold. Not enough to cut off your airway, but enough to bring you back down to his cock.

“Oh my—,” You cry out when you feel him hoisting your leg to rest on the crook of his elbow and feeling the way the new angle allows him to plunge deeper inside of you,

Your hands are on your sides hold onto the white sheets with tight grip as your second orgasm approaches much quicker. With the way his cock is hitting your cervix in a brutal pace has the knot building in the pit of your stomach. Yet, what finally made the bridge collapse was the rough feeling of his thumb rubbing against your clit, bringing a loud gasp from you and causing your whole body to arch off the bed once again when your orgasm hits you hard.

“That’s it baby. Come for me,” Chris comments, blown eyes watching the way your whole body shakes at the intensity of your release, yet not once did he stop thrusting into you,

He eventually does slow down when you place a hand on his chest as you try pulling away due to being overstimulated, but of course he doesn’t let you. He stops his movements, but doesn’t let you pull away by gripping onto your hips and slamming you back down on his cock, earning a small yelp from you at the feeling.

“Ohh..fuck,” You breath out, hand still on his chest as you try and gather your breath,

Chris only smiles down at you before grabbing your hand that rests on his chest to place gentle kisses against your fingers, wrist and down your arm until he’s leaving a trail of kisses against your glowing skin till he reaches your burning, awaiting lips. Your arms wrap around his neck, fingers tangling themselves into his sweaty locks at the base of his neck and gently massaging there.

After a few seconds of letting you rest, Chris pecks your lips, cheek and forehead before feeling him pull away and carefully slipping out of you. The empty feeling brings a shutter out of you, but watch as he gently turns your body till your stomach now lays against the comforter. You feel him place kisses along your neck and back then feel him slightly lifting your hips before feeling him sliding inside of you once again. Bringing a breathless moan from you when the new position feels tighter and deeper.

“Fuck baby,” You hear him behind your ear as he slowly rocks into you before once again picking up his pace, slamming his hips into you,

A gasp and a whimper falls from your lips as you grip onto the pillow in front of you, “C-Chris,”

“I know baby, just one more yeah?” He tells you, voice vibrating against your ear as he continues with his thrusts,

No words were able to form out of your mouth except for breathless moans and whimpers as he repositions himself behind you. Slightly resting a heavy hand on your back while keeping your hips up with his other, left your body slightly bent on the bed which not only allowed him to dig deeper into your core, but it also made the knot in your stomach to form quicker than you thought. In fact, it didn’t take long for your third orgasm of the night to hit you, causing pleasured cries to fall from your lips as your body shook from its intensity once again.

Due to your walls fluttering and clamping around him, Chris soon reaches his own peak with a loud groan behind your ear. With one final deep thrust he buries himself deep inside you as he empties inside the condom, hands barely catching his weight on either side of your head to not crush you when his energy drains from his release. You on the other hand could care less if he did or not, the last energy you had left had been washed away with your third orgasm that now you laid completely limp on the mattress. Your eyes fluttering close every now and then at the exhaustion that washes over you, yet you knew sleeping wasn’t an option. Not now anyways. As much as you craved sleep you knew you couldn’t.

As you fought your eyelids to remain open and fought the exhaustion that tried overpowering your body, you can hear the breathless pants coming from behind you as Chris gathered his breath. His hot breath fanned against your sweaty skin awhile leaning his forehead against your shoulder blades, then noticing how one of his hands still gripped tightly by your waist and feeling the way his—now soft—member was still buried inside of you.

“Shit,” Chris breathlessly says against your skin as he continues to gather himself,

Then, after taking another minute or so, he slowly begins pulling out of you, bringing another shutter through your exhausted body at the empty feeling once again. Without looking, or even attempting to rise your head from where it laid heavily against the bed, you hear him hiss under his breath, then a soft noise on the floor before feeling the bed dip by your side. Opening your eyes, that had been closed for nearly five minutes, you notice how he laid down on his back, eyes closed as he continued gathering his breath. Then watch as those bright blue orbs of his land on yours, small smile creeping its way on his face as he observes your own worn out eyes.

“Still with me?” He asks, letting the back of his knuckle rub against your cheek,

You hum, slightly nodding your head as best as you can while still leaning against the mattress, “Never better,”

A soft chuckle slips from his mouth, knuckle still rubbing soothing circles against your cheek as he reaches over to place a gentle kiss on your lips before pulling you against his chest. With as much strength and energy you can build, you slide over to him, leaning your head against his chest. Calm, soothing heartbeat thumping against your eardrums as you two laid there in each others arms, breathing, relaxing, talking quietly amongst each other about anything and everything. However, as much as you wanted this night to last, to just spend the remainder of the night in his arms till you both fell asleep, you knew you couldn’t. You had to get home before it get any later, so with an exhausted sigh you begin pulling away from his grip, but right as you managed to somewhat pull away from him he pulls you back down against his chest, earning a small chuckle from you.

“Chris,”

“Stay,” Is all he says, eyes closed as he kept you in his large arms,

“I can’t, I gotta go,” Chuckling once again you gently tap his peck before rising from his hold once again, but only settling into a sitting position beside him,

His arm falls around your waist at your new position, but doesn’t stop his fingers from rubbing patters against your skin as he watches you.

“Thought you didn’t have a curfew?” He asks, placing his other arm behind his head,

You smile down at him, “I don’t. But it’s getting late,”

He stays quiet for a few seconds. Eyes admiring your still slightly flushed face as he continues rubbing his pattern against your skin, “What time are your parents leaving you to babysit?”

You furrow your brows as you try to remember the exact time, “By noon, I think,”

“I’ll get you home before then,” He states, eyes not once parting from yours,

A smile tugs on your lips as you consider his offer with narrowed eyes, and knowing he knew you were debating on accepting his offer by the way his smile only widens. Then knowing he knows you’ve accepted it when he motions his head to the side.

“Stay,” He repeats, smile forming into a smirk when you roll your eyes at him with a shake of your head,

Quickly reaching over the edge of the bed to pull out your phone from its pocket, you sent a quick message to your mother letting her know you’ve decided to spent the night at Ashley’s but promise to be at the house before they leave. Once placing your phone on the bedside table, you quickly cuddle next to Chris who invited you with warm open arms. Placing a long gentle kiss on the crown of your head he wraps his arms around your frame before closing his eyes. Fingers now dancing along your shoulder blades as you both settle into conversation once again about random things, however, in a matter of minutes you both quickly drift off by the sounds of each others steady breathing.

In all your years of sleeping, you will admit, this was definitely by far the best nights of sleep you’ve ever gotten. A bit risky, but definitely worth it.

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- Hey y’all hope y’all enjoyed this update! This is definitely one of the longest fics I’ve written for this page.

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primeofprimes115 · 9 months

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Hoodie - Supergirl x Male Reader

Warnings: Smut 💕(Missionary and Male to Female Oral)

18+

Requested by ab1nsur

"I think you should dress like that from now on when it's just us"

"You think I look sexy wearing your hoodie with my outfit underneath?"

Link to art: https://www.deviantart.com/jmascia/art/Hoodie-Supergirl-501570182

A yawn came from the bedroom as the morning sun shined on through the curtains onto the king-sized bed that was shared between two people that lived under the shared roof.

Y/N yawned as his eyes began to open a little more, his arm drifted toward his right, knowing he would feel "her" sleeping beside him, but... He felt nothing, just the cover on the matrass and the feeling of the soft bedsheets on his hand.

He looked narrowly toward that same side, knowing it was rather odd for him to not wake up beside the love of his life who he began dating months ago, heck it's almost been a year since they began dating before they got intimate, sharing their feelings for each other, whether that be during their job or not.

Their job? Protecting the innocent of course! Keeping Earth safe from any who wish to harm its people. Earth was his home too, a "home away from home" according to his refugee mother, he always was reminded that he was pretty lucky to be born after his mother escaped the hell-scape of a war-torn planet she lived on.

That was years ago, Y/N was now 19 years old, living in his shared home with the one person he fell in love with, he had met her during their hero work of course, his technology is what interested her since she was a huge fan over tech, especially the technology of her own people, the Kryptonians.

He loves her for who she is, just a cheery, sassy and out most beautiful blonde girl and they were friends since 16 years old before dating at the age of 18 after confessing their feelings for each other, for it was a "good luck" kiss that made him realize she liked him and has for a while. After all... He has been by her side all this time, defending her from any who badmouth her, that did include civilians who once blamed her for destruction of property, saying what ever she touched, would be destroyed... Thankfully that was dealt with ages ago, other wise those humans probably wouldn't be alive due to a certain boy at the time.

He gets out of the bed with a yawn, grabbing a t-shirt he took off the from last night and pulled it over his head, stretching out his arms as he puts the short sleeves on while walking toward the shared bathroom to brush his teeth, he cared not for a shower at this minute since he smelled something cooking out from the bedroom.

Meanwhile, a humming blonde girl is seen making breakfast for herself and her seemingly now awakened boyfriend, she heard him quietly yawn thanks to her super hearing and also hearing the tap running in the bathroom also.

The smell of what is called the Great British Fry-Up, consisting of bacon, fried eggs, sausages, black pudding and toasted buttered bread on the side, most of it was on a plate for herself and her boyfriend as she was just cooking the fried eggs which were almost ready.

She then heard her boyfriend walking in, without the need of her X-ray vision, she began smirking since she was wearing something that belonged to him, over what she wears out there as her heroic self, the blue crop top and red panties instead of her blue skirt with the yellow belt, yellow outlines on her top with a shield glyph in the middle donning an S, which was her family glyph.

The whole world knew her as the Heroine: Supergirl, but her close family and friends knew her as Kara Zor-El and her alter-ego in the public also: Linda Lang, the niece of Lana Lang.

Lana Lang, Kara Zor-El, Supergirl... They're same person, only two is an alien refugee while being a Superhero, while the other is hiding in plain sight as a normal Human girl, blending into society.

"Morning Ba -" her boyfriend stopped for a moment as he took in what he saw, she was wearing one of his hoodies; in fact it was one of his favorite ones he usually wears out in public, under his "secret identity", he began chuckling at the sight as she smiled after looking back at him.

"Morning handsome" she spoke to her soulmate with a huge smile before she let out a little giggle, he walked closer to her as she focused on making the last few eggs on the frying pan.

"I thought I smelled something, don't need super senses to tell me what you're making, not like I have any anyway ~" he hugged her from behind, placing his lips on her cheek as he watched her cook - "Wearing one of my hoodies now huh?" he asked her as his hands travelled around her hips to the point he could feel her skin under the hoodie, knowing very well she was wearing her Supergirl crop top underneath.

"Yep, and I think it looks damn good on me" she chuckled, her eyes still on the pan.

"You're right about that... It makes you look pretty sexy, you should dress like this from now on when it's just us" he suggested, his hands drifting down a little lower from her stomach to just about her panties, teasing her a little as she slightly purrs at his touch.

"You think I look sexy wearing your hoodie with my outfit underneath?" she cooed with a smirk as she just finished frying the eggs on the pan, scooping them up not long after to gently place them on her plate and his afterwards.

She took the time to turn her body round to face him before planting a kiss on his lips for a few short seconds.

"Yeah, makes you look hot" he spoke into her lips, pulling back as his girlfriend simply smiled.

"Breakfast is ready honey" she gestured to the plates, waiting to be picked up.

"I love you babe, and I gotta say? You're getting better at cooking" he complimented, before unwrapping his arms around her to pick up his plate.

"Love you too, and yeah. You can thank Megan for that, she taught me how to cook better when I was hanging around with her and the Titans" she replied with a smile, also picking up her plate and walking over to the kitchen table where the both sat.

"Miss Martian? That makes sense" he spoke as Kara shot out her heat vision at his food to heat it back up, along with hers.

"Alright, I wanna know how well I've cooked this time around, so..." she smiled as the two dug in...

"Okay, that was actually really nice Kara, best breakfast hands down"

"Aww, thanks honey" she was simply overjoyed by her boyfriend's reaction to the breakfast she made, their plates were from full to empty.

"It's nice for you to cook for a change, knowing you told me the last time you ever cooked, you burned something that was cooking in the stove/oven and overcooked something else after that" he spoke as the both began to chuckle.

"Yeah, honestly I just wanted to surprise you since our anniversary is coming up, we've been together for almost a year now, thought I'd show you what I've learnt recently ~" she winked - "Also, there's still some leftovers if you want them, cooked extra incase if you were hungry" she added.

"Hmm ~" he thought, he was in fact hungry but the more he thought about it, he became hungry for something else... He was hungry for her - "Well... I am hungry for something else" he began to smirk as she raised an eyebrow.

"And what exactly are you hungry for?" she chuckled, smiling a little while also looking slightly confused, what else would he be hungry for?

"Well... I'm looking at it right now" he replied, not taking his eyes off of her as her eyes widened before a huge grin grew on her face, knowing exactly what he meant with being hungry for her.

"If that's the case..." she spoke in an alluring tone of voice, standing up from her seat as he did the same.

The two walked up to each other before their bodies made contact, their lips crashed onto each other as they began making out.

Her hands explored his body, she knew he didn't go for a shower but that didn't matter right now, all she wanted was for him to have her since he was hungry for her.

She began pulling at his shirt, hinting at him to take it off as he did so, she purred upon seeing his body once more which she fantasizes over, she used to have wet dreams about his body, how it made her purr, turning her on in ways she never thought possible but thankfully she had a much more better control of her powers... Except when it came to the finale of sex with him, they both knew the amount of stuff that got destroyed in their time spent together when things turned sexual. Sometimes she just needed him so she could just feel relaxed after a hard day, she couldn't help it and neither could he.

Everything was amazing about her, he loved that she uses her powers at times, how the last time they done it in the sky, he always thought back to that time and remembered she wanted to do it on Mount Everest though he feared they could probably destroy the mountain after a good time.

Their tongues danced as their hands explored each others bodies, Kara was tempted to take the hoodie off but he insisted her to keep it on, even the crop top underneath so he knows he's fucking the Girl of Steel.

Next thing is... Y/N had her pinned to the wall, allowing him to take control as his stray hand slipped down her pants to the part that made her squirm and beg for more, his fingers teasing her clitoris as he slowly done circles around it, warming her up.

In a sense, Supergirl is invulnerable to mostly everything on Earth, except magic based sources and but of all: Kryptonite and its many variations... Well, excluding Blue Kryptonite.

She's bulletproof, not a single human being can harm her normally, she's faster than a speeding bullet, more powerful than a locomotive, can leap tall buildings in a single bound let alone be able to defy gravity and fly, even out of Earth's atmosphere and fly around in the vast of space... But she's very vulnerable to a single mortal being's touch? That being her boyfriend's touch?? He maybe half alien but he's also half human and considers himself as a human.

"Oh fuck you're making me wet" she purred as she bit her lip, feeling two of his fingers entering her as he went for her neck, pecking and biting it to give her a hickey, marking her as his and only his.

She moans softly as her body began to squirm a little more, her breaths getting shaky before she forced him to look at her and began making out with him again, while being pinned to the wall behind her.

His fingers soon exit out of her, dragging his hand out from her panties as he pulls back to breath after a long minute make out session.

The hoodie wearing Girl of Steel simply smirked before wrapping her arms around him and speeding them both to the bedroom, where things would continue on in there.

She had already took off her red panties, dropping them to the floor before laying on her back on the messy bedsheets, stretching her legs outwards to invite him in.

She began playing with herself in front of him as the bump in his pants began to grow, but he didn't want to fuck her right at this minute, he wanted to do something else to her vagina.

He lowered himself down onto her, his face coming close to her clit, she began to gasp before letting out a fit of arousing giggles which soon turned into moans upon his tongue licking her clitoris.

She looked at him, her hand at the back of his head as she used one elbow to support herself on the bed to get a better look at his work on her, his tongue teasing her entrance as he continued to warm her up.

Her moans escaped with ecstasy, her gaping mouth as she moans in pleasure, feeling his tongue go inside her as he flicked it round.

"Ahhh yeah" she moans softly, rocking her head back as her eyes roll up.

She was right about one thing... Only one person on Earth could make her vulnerable without the need of magic or Kryptonite, it was her boyfriend, his touch alone is enough to make her like this... Especially when she's this aroused.

Her moans increased as his tongue continued to warm her up to the point she began playing with her clitoris, rubbing it as he continued flicking his tongue.

She felt herself coming to orgasm the more she worked herself up with him eating her out, she really wanted to orgasm so badly, it had only been a month since she last orgasmed.

Her hopes to orgasm came to an end for a few seconds as he pulled his tongue out, getting up by pulling down his boxers next.

Before she could even pout, she felt his manhood enter her as she let out a surprised gasp, beginning to thrust into her deeply, her wet vaginal walls had lubed his shaft as he thrusted deeply a few more times before continuing at a normal pace.

"Oh Rao, fuck yes Y/N! Right fucking deep in there" she cursed with a huge grin on her face, a fit of aroused laughter escaping her mouth as he passionately thrusted into her.

He began to grope her breasts through her outfit's crop top, glancing down at the S on her top as he began to smile, letting out a moan as her walls began to close on his penis, he had already eaten her out and it satisfied him, now with this? He was satisfied even more, hearing her moans as he continued thrusting into her tight pussy.

"Oh F-FUCK! I'm c-cumming!!" she cursed out which began loudly before it tuned down as she felt herself beginning to orgasm, moaning loudly as she did so, the orgasm was pretty powerful enough to make the room shake a little.

She kept her eyes on him, not breaking eye contact as she continued climaxing as he slowed down his thrusts, he began groaning a little as he slowed down, allowing her to finish her orgasm... But he didn't stop there.

"Y'know? ~" he began smirking - "You may have finished... But I haven't" he chuckles as a huge grin creeped up on her face, an excited laugh escaping her throat as he began to speed up his thrusts.

Wet noises began sounding off due to Kara's orgasm with her boyfriend's manhood still inside her pussy, easily slipping in and out of her with precision.

Her moans continued with his noisy thrusts overlapping her moans, her pussy filled with her own juices began leaking out a little upon him pulling back his shaft to go deeper in her each thrust.

He couldn't keep his eyes off of her baby blues, he leaned down with a fiery kiss on her lips afterwards, thrusting his hips into her as his thighs began smacking off of her.

The two lovebirds moaned into each other's mouths, her moans increasing louder the more he kept going, getting rough with his thrusts... Just the way she loved it.

He grabs Kara's arms and pins them to the bed, asserting his dominance, although the Maiden of Might could easily break out of his grip, she simply couldn't because of how vulnerable she was right now, and she was living the dream.

"Keep going! Oh fucking Rao, fuck me like there's no tomorrow! rougher!! Faster!!!" she demanded with a growl, grinding her teeth as her cheeks turned a bright red, enjoying the feeling of him beginning to thrust rougher in her, laughing in pleasure as she kept her eyes on him, not breaking eye contact.

She loved the way he makes her vulnerable, the way he pins her down and fucks her, she always thinks about the way he fucks her in any position when she wears his hoodies, t-shirts and vests when he's not around.

And now? She's getting fucked while wearing his hoodie over her Supergirl crop top.

Her legs wrap around his back, she could feel his cock beginning to twitch more inside her as he kept his rough and fast thrusts going, wet noises escaping her pussy.

From her move, the feeling of her legs wrapping around his back, he could tell she wanted him to finish inside of her, despite the fact she can't necessarily get pregnant easily, a procedure would have to be done for that.

He kept thrusting as he began to feel his cock twitching more, which meant one thing - "Fuck, Kara. I'm gonna -"

"Do it! I want it all in me" she quickly interrupted with a moan, grinning knowing he didn't exactly have a choice to orgasm out of her with her legs wrapped around his back.

"Mmmmph, ughhhh" a groan escaped from him while she moaned loudly, feeling him deeply thrusting in her a few more times before releasing, his body on top of her as he dug his face into the crook of her neck with him draining all of his juices that built up in him, into her.

He lifted his face up with a satisfied sigh while looking into Kara's baby blues once more and kissing her deeply, thrusting his cock a little more into her to finish off.

They both settled down after a minute passes, Kara giggles as she heard a pop sound upon his penis exiting her pussy before her boyfriend laid down next to her.

She shifted herself to him by lying her head on his chest, smiling with satisfaction - "Now that's one way to start the morning after breakfast" she broke the silence with a satisfied sigh.

"Well ~" he began, Kara looked up at him from his chest - "You deserve it after making a good breakfast for both of us ~" he complimented, gently tapping her on the nose - "Boop"

"You're freaking cute at times, y'know that?" she began giggling, booping his nose back too.

"Says you ~" he scoffed - "You're the cutest person I've ever met, especially since your wearing my hoodie, cutie" he smiled.

"Aww, thanks honey" a blush arose up her cheeks, smiling ear to ear.

"No problem babe ~" he kissed her forehead - "It's the truth" he pecked her on the forehead once more as the two unknowingly stared at each other lovingly, getting lost into each other's eyes.

Her smile alone would give him butterflies in his stomach, it was a smile that would make a bad day turn good within a second, she radiated that sunshine of goodness and that's all he ever wanted.

He makes her feel the same way, both energetic at times who finishes each other's sentences, always a great team together.

"Well, I'm gonna get a shower -"

"Wanna join me? Yeah, I'll join" she interrupted, knowing what he was going to ask before both began erupting in a fit of laughter.

"Ugh I love it when you do that" he laughed, kissing her on the lips.

"Two minds, think alike, am I right?" she asked.

"Yeah, we both do think alike, and y'know what? After the shower, you better keep the hoodie on, I love the fact you've been wearing it" he smiled as the two began kissing again...

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russellrustles · 2 years

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Babysitting Shenanigans - g. russell

a/n: I’ve decided that there is a significant lack of George content and therefore I must play a part in making sure that there’s more fanfics about him. Also, massive thanks to the wonderful Proofreader P @f1tingz for keeping me sane... and for the title...

word count: 5.2k

summary: when your nieces’ babysitter falls ill, there’s no way that you can say no when you’re asked to look after them for the day.

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The ringing of your phone on your nightstand tears you from sleep at the excruciatingly early time of 5:05AM. Blinking rapidly in an attempt to clear the blurriness from your sight, you grab your phone without really looking at it and in a rather maladroit manner, knocking over a small framed photo of you and George on a beach in the process.

“Hello?” you ask, voice croaky, as you answer the call without even checking who it is.

“Oh, hello! Thank God you picked up,” your sister exclaims over the phone, evidently filled with relief. You stay silent, unsure of how to continue the conversation or why she’s even calling you at this time - besides, who has this much energy so early on a Saturday?

It doesn’t take long for her to continue talking, “So, basically, you know that today me and my husband are going out for a day without the kids, yes?” You give a quick ‘mhm’ to confirm - in fact, there probably isn’t a single aspect of this day that you aren’t aware of, considering how often your sister had excitedly rambled on about it in the past few weeks. It warms your heart to see her so happy in her relationship.

“Well, our babysitter just called a few minutes ago and told us that she’s rather ill right now, and can’t come over today,” she says, and follows her explanation up with a brief sigh of frustration.

“Uh, that’s not good,” you mumble, rubbing your eyes with your free hand as you still struggle to process all this new information after such an abrupt awakening.

She pauses for a few seconds, before blurting out, “Please don’t be mad at me, because I know George is home this weekend and you probably have plans, but would you be able to look after them today?”

To be honest, you haven’t actually got anything major planned for this weekend other than a walk in a park a short drive away. And, realistically, your sister has helped you many, many times before, so it’s only fair if you do the same for her.

“I don’t see why not. Just make sure to drop off their car seats,” you conclude, and hear a massive sigh of relief.

“Thank you, honestly, thank you, thank you so much,”

“Hey, it’s all good, don’t worry about it.”

After a brief conversation arranging all the details about when they’ll be dropped off and what you’ll need, you end the call and put your phone back down. To your side, George is gently highlighted by the first morning rays of sunlight beginning to seep past the curtains, still sprawled out across the majority of the bed and completely oblivious to you even being awake. You can’t particularly blame him, though - it’s his first weekend home after a triple header and he very much deserves some deep sleep.

Moving slowly, as to minimise the chances of waking him up, you slip out from under the duvet, finding some clothes to put on for the day and throwing his old t-shirt that you slept in onto an empty armchair in the corner of the room. However, despite your best efforts, you hear him start to shuffle around and turn to see him looking up at you, leaning on his elbows as he lays on his back.

“Why are you getting dressed?” he asks after checking the time on his phone.

“I need to help my sister out,” you tell him, putting on a hoodie and a warm pair of slippers.

“I’ll help too,” he offers, beginning to get out of bed. You immediately tell him to lay back down and pull the duvet back over him. “You’ll be helping later. Now, go back to sleep,” you tell him sternly, before giving him a kiss on the cheek and heading into the living room.

Whilst waiting for your sister to arrive with your nieces, you do your best to child-proof the room. You move last night’s empty hot chocolate mugs from the coffee table into the kitchen with the intention of putting them in the dishwasher later, make sure that any fragile objects are placed on high shelves, and do your best to hide any wires or cables behind furniture.

When you finally hear a knock on the door it’s just past 6AM, and part of you wonders how your sister had possibly managed to wake up and dress two young children at such an early hour. Upon opening your front door, you see your sister holding a sleeping baby wrapped in a blanket and her other child standing holding onto her leg, yawning.

She gives the baby a quick kiss on the forehead and whispers, “Bye, Bea,” before you take her from her arms, along with a large bag presumably containing the things you’ll need for today. She kneels down to face the other little girl and says, “Alright, Maya, be good today. We’ll be back in the evening. I love you both,” then points at you to encourage Maya to follow you inside as you say a quick goodbye to your sister. While she’s walking away, she promises to leave the car seats outside your door.

After making sure that Maya has made it inside, you gently place the bag down onto the ground as quietly as you can and carefully close and lock the door. Holding your hand out for her to hold, you make your way over to the sofa and she toddles along beside you.

“Where’s Uncle George?” she asks as you help her climb onto the sofa once you’ve sat down.

“He’s still asleep,” you tell her while trying to unfold a blanket from the sofa with your empty hand to give her something to lay down under, “He’s been very busy recently, so we’re going to go back to sleep here so that we don’t wake him up. Is that okay?”

Maya gives a small nod before wrapping herself up in the blanket and leaning against your side, closing her eyes. With one hand you play with her hair, while with the other you hold Bea against your chest as she continues to sleep.

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This time what wakes you up is George’s loud walk down the corridor and him trying to talk to you whilst presumably looking for you in the apartment. “What did your sister need? I could have helped,” he says, before coming around the corner and into the living room. “What the fu- fudge?” he immediately censors himself after you give him a stern glare, for the sake of the children. He just stands there, a few metres away from you, hands on his hips, assessing the sight of you sitting on the sofa, barely awake, with one child-sized mass of blankets against your chest and another by your side.

“When did all this happen?” he laughs, and you assume that he’s caught on to how you’ll be helping your sister today, “How long was I asleep for?”

“Very funny, George,” you mumble, trying to move your arms enough to rid yourself of the unpleasant tingling sensation but not so much that you’ll risk disturbing either of the girls. Much to your dismay, Bea begins shifting around and making a little noise, and you freeze in place in an attempt to not wake her up any further.

Seeing your struggle, George comes towards you. “Give her here,” he whispers, taking her into his own arms and slowly walking around the living room, delicately rocking and shushing her until she stops moving again. Meanwhile, you reposition Maya so that she’s laying down on the sofa and you finally stand up and get to stretch your limbs.

Pulling your phone out of your pocket, you see it’s nearly 8AM, and turning to George, you ask, “Do you suppose we have any appropriate breakfast foods for an eight-month-old?”

“Don’t we have a box of cheerios stashed somewhere?” he says.

With a quick nod, you set to searching for the cheerios in the kitchen, separated from the living room only by an island with a few barstools. Luckily, they’re not too hard to find, and you place them on the countertop, along with two plastic bowls and plastic plates that you had bought during one of Bea and Maya’s previous visits.

After some careful thought, you decide that it’s safer not to give Bea cow’s milk, and opt for pouring her a small portion of only cheerios instead. As for Maya, you’ll let her choose herself. In addition to the cereal, you cut a banana into chunks and share it out on the plates.

Hearing some more fussing from Bea in the living room, you walk over to George, who’s still standing up and holding her. “I’d say it’s alright if she wakes up now,” you say, coming in close and holding one arm around him and the other on Bea’s back.

He nods, and then asks, “Where are they going to eat?”

“Well obviously we’re not putting them on the barstools,” you say, and move away from him and Bea to start placing a few pillows around the coffee table, “Just let them eat here for now, we can move the table when they want to play later.”

As you’re picking up the bowls and plates back in the kitchen, you hear a blanket falling to the floor and an excited shout of “Uncle George!” from Maya. Laughing quietly at Maya’s elation, you walk into the living room with two small bowls in one hand, two small plates in the other, and a box of cheerios tucked under your arm, and you place all this on the low coffee table.

“Breakfast time,” you tell Maya, who’s clinging onto George’s leg and stretching her little arms up, demanding to be picked up just like her sister. You take now-awake Bea from George and help her sit up at the side of the coffee table, supporting her with a hand on her back as she finds her balance, while he picks up Maya and gives her a big hug, much to her delight.

After being put back on the ground and asked whether she’d like milk with her cereal, Maya puts up a very insistent argument that she wants to eat her breakfast exactly like her sister - no milk, no spoon - and seeing as it’s such an inconsequential thing, neither you or George bother to try and persuade her to do something else. The four of you sit on the floor, occasionally witnessing a cheerio or piece of banana go flying across the table, but it’s nothing that you can’t clean up once they’re done eating.

“Do you want me to make something for us?” George asks after a few minutes.

Shaking your head, you grab the box of cereal and start eating a few individual cheerios straight from the box, “Cereal will do just fine for me today, thank you very much.”

When they’re both satisfied with their meal, George takes all the bowls, plates and boxes back to the kitchen while you place both girls on the sofa, give the table a quick wipe and push it against the wall to create an open space. Once you’ve spread a few blankets on the floor to act as some insulation from the hardwood floor, Maya jumps off the sofa while you help Bea down.

The older girl immediately makes a beeline towards the TV cabinet on which some of George’s helmets are placed, as you hadn’t been able to find a shelf with enough room to relocate them. “Oh, sweetheart, no, I’m not sure if Uncle George would want you playing with those,” you tell her in a hushed tone, trying to make sure George isn’t aware of your exchange as you rush to try and find her an alternative source of entertainment. You know that he most likely wouldn’t have an issue with them playing with his helmets, but you also know how much they mean to him, and you don’t want to risk any of them being damaged.

Much to your dismay, George comes back over just as you’re trying to lure Maya away with a toy dog. He scoops her up and holds her out at arms length. “Alright, missy, what are we getting up to here?” he demands, but you’re relieved to see a humorous smile on his face.

“I want to drive fast cars!” she exclaims, waving her arms around.

“Is that so?” George replies with exaggerated thoughtfulness, placing her back down onto the ground, “Well I do think that three is a bit young to start a racing career,”

“Nearly four!”

“Alright, alright,” he holds his hands up in mock surrender, “When you’re a bit older, I’ll take you karting.”

You watch their conversation while holding Bea on your lap, entertained by Maya’s persistence. George picks up one of the helmets and places it on Maya’s head, muffling her cheers, and you snap a quick photo on your phone which you send to your sister.

“George, their car seats are outside. We can take them to the park with us,” you tell him as he sits next to you, and the two of you watch Maya run around the room pretending to drive and playing with the visor. Bea seems eager to join in, so you let go of her and she crawls off towards her sister.

Picking up one of your hands in his, he says, “That’s a good plan. Maybe some exercise will tire them out.” You lean in closer to hold his arm instead of just his hand. “Alright. We’ll go in my car, though,” you say.

“Why not mine?”

“As if we’d ever manage to fit two chunky car seats in your souped-up Mercedes.” You poke his side and he hums in agreement.

“Okay, you get them ready and I’ll put the car seats in,” he concludes, standing up and putting his coat and shoes on while you start to round up the girls, beginning with taking the helmet off Maya’s head.

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Thankfully, the car ride goes smoothly, with no complaints, cries or excessive toilet stops. While you busy yourself with taking the girls out of the car and trying to explain to Maya that a coat is not optional considering today’s weather, George grabs a tote bag containing a picnic blanket and some food from the boot.

With Bea held on George’s hip, his free arm around your waist, and Maya’s hand in your own, the four of you slowly make your way around the lake. It’s a pleasantly sunny day despite the lack of warmth, and there seems to be a rather minimal amount of people in the park at the same time as you, or at least far less than you had anticipated.

When you find a nice spot in the grass a Maya-safe distance away from the lake, you set to digging the blanket out of the tote bag and laying it out on the ground. George places Bea down on it and she seems content just taking in her surroundings for the time being, while Maya decides to explore the grass around the blanket instead.

“Come here,” George says to you as he sits down, holding a hand out to you. You take it and sit down between his legs, back pressed against his chest as his free arm holds your waist.

“It’s going well so far,” you tell him, resting your head on his shoulder, and dropping his hand in exchange for grabbing both his arms and holding them tighter around your middle. He gives a small ‘mhm’ of agreement, leaning down to leave a small kiss on your forehead before turning his attention back to keeping an eye on Maya.

Together, you sit like this for a while, soaking in the sunlight and each other’s warmth. Bea lays on her stomach, occasionally crawling to a different location on the blanket, while Maya finds great joy in picking blades of grass and clovers.

Eventually, she begins to pick daisies, and upon seeing this, you call out to her, “Maya, sweetie, bring some of those over here, please!”

George leans down and whispers in your ear, “What are you getting her to do that for?” and you reply with a shrug, unwilling to share your plan. Maya comes sprinting over, arms flailing, both hands filled with partially crumpled daisies, and she haphazardly flops down to take a seat next to you and George.

“Here, look at this,” you tell her, taking a few daisies and slowly showing her how to split the stem and thread the daisies through one another. “A chain!” you exclaim excitedly, holding it up to show her. She gives a little cheer and George hums in approval, moving his arms to play with your hair, trying to do a braid here and there, gently kissing the back of your head and neck every now and again.

Maya gives splitting the stems a go, but when she’s unsuccessful in doing so she tells you that you’ll be in charge of splitting the stems while she threads the daisies into a chain. It takes a little while, but soon enough, with a little bit of guidance from you, she makes a small daisy chain crown.

She stands up, and you watch as she toddles over to Bea, who by now has managed to sit up, and Maya places it on her head. You gasp a little and grab George’s arm, squeezing it tightly, “God, that’s so cute!” you squeal in a hushed tone as he chuckles and hugs you from behind.

After their little interaction, the girls go off to do their own things again, but it doesn’t take long for Bea to get grumpy and begin crying quietly. You immediately stand up, going over to her to pick her up and placing her daisy chain crown in your bag for safekeeping. Going back to George, you sit sideways across his lap and hold Bea to your chest, rubbing her back in an attempt to comfort her as he holds the two of you in his arms.

“Alright, it’s okay, you’re alright,” you whisper, hoping that a little bit of attention would calm her down. However, it seems that she has intentions completely opposite to yours, and instead her cries rise to a full wail.

Sighing, you stand up for a second time and keep trying to soothe Bea to no avail. George takes the sudden ruckus as a sign to start calling Maya back over and to roll up the blanket, putting everything away in the bag and picking it up.

“Maybe she’s just tired?” he suggests as Maya comes over and holds onto his finger just as the four of you start walking back towards the car through an unspoken, unanimous decision. You nod in agreement, shooting a glare back at some lady in her 40s who had scowled at seeing you with a noisy, wailing baby.

Piss off, woman. Leave the poor kid alone.

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George’s theory turns out to be correct, as Bea had nodded off quite early into the drive back, and now as you all make your way back inside he immediately carries her to your shared bedroom to lay her down on the bed. Leaving the door open so that you’ll be able to hear her when she wakes up, he walks back into the entryway where you’re helping Maya undo the buttons on her coat and asks, “What are we cooking for them?”

“Well it was going to be spaghetti today, but we only have one change of clothes for each of the girls, and I’m not exactly willing to sacrifice them to spaghetti sauce,”

“No, no, that’s understandable. How about we just make something simple that they can both eat?”

In the end, the two of you settle on preparing some chicken and vegetables. Perhaps it’s a little bland, but the short notice of their arrival this morning hadn’t particularly given you the chance to plan something more extravagant. As George gets to cooking, you go and grab your laptop and sit down with Maya at the coffee table.

“Which one do you want?” you ask her, scrolling through a range of colouring pages. She points at one of a golden retriever puppy, so you print it out and give her a pack of colouring pencils to keep her distracted before you head over to the kitchen with the aim of pestering George - quite honestly, on some days you admire the level of patience he has for dealing with you.

He’s standing with his back to you cutting up some vegetables, so you tiptoe up to him as quietly as the kitchen tiles will allow. Once you’re within striking distance, you wrap your arms around him and shove your hands into the front pockets of his jeans.

How is it fair guys get such massive pockets in their trousers?

“You know, you should never try to surprise someone holding a knife,” he lectures you, shaking his head and tutting, but you can hear the amusement in his voice.

“I offer the most sincere of apologies, Mister Russell, it shall not be happening again.”

He laughs quietly and you rest your cheek against his back, humming contentedly. “It’s nice having some extra energy in the apartment - makes the day a little more unpredictable, I suppose,” he muses, and you’re a little taken aback - your eternally organised, always neat George enjoying some mayhem? Is he just making a comment, or alluding to something slightly more significant?

“Georgie, are you suggesting something?” you mumble, but now it’s his turn to shrug instead of replying. You’re forced to take your hands out of his pockets as he moves away to wash his hands and the knife. When he comes back over in your direction, you think that he’s just going to continue cooking and that you should probably start cleaning the house while the kids don’t require too much supervision. However, as you start walking away with the intention of decluttering the study, you suddenly feel him forcefully grabbing your hips and then pinning you against the counter, facing him.

Rather startled, you rest the palm of one of your hands against his chest, slowly tilting your head up to meet his gaze as he towers over you. Neither of you look away as a palpable tension fills the air, his grip on your hips tightening as he leans in closer and your other hand moves up to gently hold the back of his neck.

“So, were you suggesting something?” you repeat your question in a hushed tone.

“I don’t know, baby, was I?” he whispers back, before finally closing the gap between you, much to your satisfaction. You kiss him back with equal passion, scrunching up the fabric of his t-shirt and pulling him in closer to you. His hands are starting to travel lower and you’re lifting one of your legs to wrap it around his hip as he holds your thigh and-

“Look! Look! I finished!”

George abruptly lets go of you and steps away as Maya comes storming into the kitchen, proudly holding out her completed colouring page of the golden retriever puppy that is now a neon pink. As you lean back against the counter, George squats down to Maya’s height to take a closer look at her artwork and congratulates her. How he can act so normal immediately after what was beginning to develop into a makeout is beyond your understanding.

“Can you please print me another one?” Maya asks, turning to you and tapping your leg. You look down at her, before nodding and allowing her to drag you back towards the laptop by the hand, and, to your dismay, away from George.

Perhaps not all aspects of unpredictability are enjoyable.

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By the time Bea wakes up, Maya finishes her second colouring page, and everybody’s eaten their meal, it’s nearing 7PM. You see this as the right time to start getting everybody to wind down for the evening and calm down a little. Therefore, the blankets and pillows go back onto the living room floor and a Disney movie is put on TV. The girls are sprawled out on a pile of pillows, already dressed in their pyjamas, and you lay snuggled up to George’s side with your head on his chest.

Rather foolishly, you had forgotten to ask your sister when she’d return. While logically you know that you could just text her and ask, you don’t want to accidentally give the wrong impression and make her feel like she’s being rushed, especially with how excited she had been for today. As a result, you’ve just settled on the idea of getting them ready for bed in case they fall asleep right after getting picked up.

Halfway through the film Maya starts getting restless and she crawls over to you and George. She looks down at you for a few seconds, then up at George, then back at you, before poking your cheek a few times to get your attention.

“What’s up?” you ask her, sitting up.

“Where’s my teddy?”

Despite not having seen her teddy at all today, your first thought is that it’s probably somewhere in the bag, so you take her hand and together you go to the bedroom, where it had been deposited while the girls had been getting changed into their pyjamas. She’s quick to rummage through it and dig out her teddy, a bright smile appearing on her face once she finds it, and as you’re making your way back to the living room you hear a knock on the door.

You see George getting up immediately and rushing towards it as you sit back down next to Bea with Maya and her bear in tow. The three of you continue to watch the film, all cuddled up together as the little ones start to yawn, and it’s not until George opens the door and your sister’s voice can be heard that the girls sit up straight and turn to look at the door like little hawks that have just heard an interesting noise.

Maya leaps up, screaming, “Mummy! Mummy!”, apparently no longer even sleepy in the slightest, and you pick up Bea to start going over to the door with her.

Your sister and George are already having a small conversation about what you all got up to today, and when you appear from behind him she immediately steps forward to hug you, nearly squishing poor Bea in the process.

“Thank you! Thank you so much!” She repeats herself a few more times before you hand Bea over, reassuring her that it’s all okay, Maya already clinging to her mother’s legs.

“It was lovely to have them here,” you tell her as George disappears off to grab their bag, “George said he liked the extra energy in the home as well - I told you it would all be fine.”

George quickly comes back with the bag, handing it over to your sister, before quickly rushing off to get the car seats out and just putting them in her car to make things easier for her.

When he returns, he gets down to his knees to be at the same level as Maya and gives her a hug. “You better come visit more often, yeah?” he says, “And remember, if you’re well behaved I’ll take you karting soon.” Maya gives him an eager nod and a high-five before stepping away, and you take the opportunity to give her a high-five and say goodbye too.

Standing together in the doorway, you and George wave as your sister and the two young girls leave, and to be completely honest, you feel a certain poignancy about the moment. Even if their stay was only planned to be a day long, it’s still quite upsetting seeing them leave after the four of you had spent a pleasant time together.

“You alright?” George asks once they’ve left, holding an arm around your shoulders and leading you back inside, shutting the door.

“Yeah,” you respond quietly, stepping away from him to turn off the TV and start putting away the blankets and pillows, “I just think that we should have them over more often.”

George hums in agreement, coming over to help you out and put the last few pillows back on the sofa. “You’re not wrong,” he concludes.

Considering the slightly hectic course of the day, you both decide to have a shower and retire to the bedroom despite it still being a relatively early hour. It’s not that either of you feel particularly drained or exhausted, you just want to take the chance to relax after having had to supervise kids capable of having far more energy than the two of you combined.

It all seems too silent, too calm, as you both lay in bed, cuddling in a similar manner to how you had been laying down on the floor earlier. In the end, it’s George who breaks the silence first.

“You know, maybe I was suggesting something earlier,” he whispers, so quiet that for a moment you genuinely think that you’ve misheard him.

“What?” you ask, a little confused, still delicately tracing small patterns on one of his hands as the other plays with your hair.

He hesitates for a second before elaborating, “Maybe I wouldn’t mind having some little ones in the house.” If anything, that just perplexes you more. Hadn’t you already agreed to invite the girls over more often?

“George, we already said that Maya and Bea can-“

“No, I mean our own.”

You’re shocked into silence for a second. It’s not necessarily a bad silence, you just quite honestly don’t know what to say. You both have your own careers, and all the travelling would get so much more complicated, and-

“I’m sorry,” George jolts you out of your thoughts, pulling you closer and kissing your forehead. Suddenly inundated by guilt, you realise that your silence had likely seemed to be a rejection of his idea.

“No, no, it’s not that,” you begin rambling, desperate to prove to him that your silence had no ill intent behind it, “It’s just - I don’t know - it’s a big thing, and our careers - I could just work from home but you’d be away a lot.”

He doesn’t interrupt you even once, and as you look up at him you can see that he’s nodding, listening as you voice your concerns. “That’s okay,” he finally replies in a hushed tone, “We’re still young, we still have time. I just wanted to put the idea on the table.”

“But I don’t want you to think that I’m saying a firm no,” you blurt out, still scared that he may be interpreting the entire situation wrong, “I’d love to - but, maybe in a bit.”

He smiles a little, and you’re relieved to see that he seems alright with your suggestion. “Okay, whenever you’re ready, darling,” he says, moving one hand to gently stroke your cheek with his thumb. “We can look after the girls a few more times to get a feel for what it would be like,” he adds as a light joke.

You laugh quietly at his suggestion, before replying, “Is that the equivalent of the free practices before the real deal?”

“Shut up, you dork.”

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a/n: I have a few more ideas for George fics in the future, so please let me know if this is something you’d like to see more of. I might also be making separate taglists, one for everything in general and one for just Showbiz, Baby.

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amemenojaku · 8 months

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Character ask prompt: Marisa?

General opinion/How much I care about them: 13 years ago I got into Touhou and Marisa immediately became my favorite... T_T I mean what's not to love? Her personality is one of the most interesting in the series, she's got a memorable design despite being so simple, she interacts with so many other characters in so many fun, different ways... She's a perfect character both for new fans because there's a lot of surface content to enjoy, and for old-time fans too thanks to all her hidden layers. Eventually Reimu stole her place in my heart for fav protag but I'm still very fond of her... Back then her coolness was what I liked most but I think nowadays I'm more interested in Marisa the hardworker, with her struggles and the times she fails but gets back up and how her character has matured over the years. Also she definitely played a part in my wlw awakening and it's so funny to see I'm not the only one in that situation lol

A ship I love: Reimari... Basic, but it's popular for a reason! I like it most as a deep friendship that slowly evolves into a comfortable romance, where they don't use any label like girlfriend or dating etc. Well I also love the angst and the fluff, but thinking about them just peacefully living their lives the same as ever, except with that added new level of intimacy, it's what fills me the most with warmth. It makes me sooo mad that none of those yuri polls that were everywhere a few months ago had reimari in their brackets. Where do you think your favorite yuri fanartists began...... Anyway I like a few other Marisa ships too and I feel like mentioning Marisa/Narumi and Marisa/Kosuzu especially because they never get any attention...

A non-romantic relationship that I love: With Rinnosuke :) He's taken care of her for so long it's sooo sweet. Their dialogues together are fun, I love the uncle/niece energy. I miss CoLA so much..... ZUN mentioned it in a recent livestream though so surely it means he's gonna write more of it!!! (delusional)

The NOTP: Rinnosuke again, not much to say here (I like unrequited past Rinnosuke -> Marisa's dad)

My biggest headcanon about them: I... think she's a descendant of Jacketko from Dolls in Pseudo Paradise... on her dad's side...... I know I'm not alone in this, I've seen it thrown into the void a few times both here and on twitter lol. The implications are so tasty it's insane.

An idea for a fanwork I would like to make/see about them: This is more reimari than Marisa-centric, but I've had this idea for a few years of a comic where a Reimu and a Marisa from different parallel universes end up together in the same Gensokyo, and have to find a way to set things right again. It's based on a very detailed and very bittersweet dream I had once... I just need the energy and self-discipline to work on it... haha...

Something that makes me think of them: Konpeitou!! And a bunch of more obscure things... like Meiji literature references again...

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harinishivaa · 11 months

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1- An Invitation to Pazhayarai (Ennavale)

Prologue link: https://www.tumblr.com/harinishivaa/718575281936498688/ennavale?source=share

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“Ilavarase, Idaya Piratti is calling for you,” the voice of one of the mahouts of Tanjavur, the capital of the Chozhas, reached Arulmozhi’s ears. The Prince was patting the trunk of Gajendra, one of the elephants he commonly rode on, pacifying the animal about his having to go. He could not disobey an order from his mother.

“Mikka nandri,” he smiled at the mahout named Murugan, before taking his leave of all the elephants, cutting into the palace with shortcuts only he and his siblings knew well.

He sped through the routes, curious, for his mother rarely called him when he was busy with the elephants, knowing that it was one of the few times he actually got to relax. Maybe some letter had come from his elder brother? Or had Sembiyan Patti had sent some new story on Parameshvara from Thirunallam?

Maybe some news from Pazhayarai, the capital where the women usually lived, where even his elder sister Kundavai stayed?

He frowned mildly when he thought of Kundavai; not due to his elder sister, never, but due to the rumours that had started flying about his supposed marriage to a Princess amidst the sitrarasugal of the Chozha empire. He knew Periya Velar Mama very well, and was ever grateful to Mama for teaching him the art of warfare, having trained him and Aditha Anna personally. He also knew that Mama genuinely adored him, and maybe that is why he felt that Arumozhi had to marry his niece.

Vanathi, was that not her name?

He ignored the shivers that wanted to creep up his body, deciding to keep his senses carefully controlled, and strolled into his father’s chambers, knowing well that his mother would be there at that time of the day.

“Thandaiye! Thaaye!”

He called out to them, touching their feet and hugging his mother, whose gentle caresses to his hair would end soon, for his sister had ordered him to go to Lanka and rally their troops in the already happening war against Raja Mahindan.

“Vaa, Kanna,” Vanavan Madevi’s soothing voice relaxed the burning nerves that had awakened within Arulmozhi, the wish to serve his country very strong within him. His mother’s gentleness contrasted with the disturbance Arulmozhi had felt when he thought of marriage.

“Amma, you sent for me? Naan thangalukku edhavadhu seyya venduma? (Is there anything I need to do for you, Amma?)” he asked, smiling when she patted his cheek smilingly, her bright brown eyes everything that he loved in the world, a gentle, motherly fire that only protected her children.

“Kanna, a letter has come from Kundavai. We thought you would like to hear about what she has to say,” Vanavan Madevi smiled, seeing the way her son lit up at the thought of hearing about his elder sister.

“How is Akka doing, Amma? Why has she not come to Tanjai yet? She has not even taken a step away from Pazhayarai for the past nine months. How is this fair?” Arulmozhi asked, talkative amidst his dear family, though silent and in control outside the circle of his parents and siblings.

“Kanna, your Akka is busy with the Princesses she is training,” smiled Vanavan Madevi, a knowing smile entering her face, making Arulmozhi frown.

“What does that have to do with coming and visiting us, Amma?”

“Kanna, you do not know the ways of Chozha women yet. For either you or Aditha to choose a bride amidst the sitrarasugal, the Princesses need to be trained by the Ilaya Piratti, the Periya Piratti or the Idaya Piratti. As I am here with your father, Kundavai has taken over the training of the Princesses, and has written a lot of little stories she had experienced in their presence. Particularly close to Kundavai is the Kodumbalur Ilavarasi Vanathi, who Kundavai is constantly writing to me about,” Vanavan Madevi said, smiling and continuing to pursue the letter. “She also says that she has finally found her uyir thozhi, and that she has never enjoyed herself in Pazhayarai as much as she is enjoying herself now, singing and dancing all day with her friends.”

Was Akka implying that the presence of the Kodumbalur Princess had changed her perspective so much that she now enjoyed her time in Pazhayarai rather than in Tanjai, playing politics? How was that possible? How can one girl change his adamant elder sister’s mind so much?

“I know you are skeptical, and believe me, I too was at first, till Sembiyan Amma sent me a scroll about the same thing,” Vanavan Madevi said, making Arulmozhi startled.

“Patti sent a similar message?”

He was surprised, for his Patti, being such a Shiva Bhakta, rarely spoke a lot, and whatever she spoke, it was filled with wisdom.

“She did. Even she could not stop talking about the Kodumbalur Princess, stating her goodness, kindness and gentle behaviour with everyone. She even told me that she is training the Princess in thevarams, which, as you know, is a rare thing for Amma to do,” Vanavan said. “She also…”

Here his mother hesitated, and Arulmozhi raised his eyebrow at her, almost sure what she was going to say.

“She as well as Kundavai believe that the Princess is a perfect match for you…”

“Amma, I do not want to discuss marriage now,” he responded strongly, knowing this would have definitely come up one way or another in the scrolls. “I have so much to accomplish, and so many things to achieve, why, I am going to Eezham soon. How can I think of marriage at such a time?”

“Kanna, I understand, but we do have to think about marriage anyway, right? Additionally, when Sembiyan Amma and Kundavai both get the same idea, you know they are going to push it, do you not?”

Arulmozhi nodded, sighing at the truth of his mother’s words.

“I know Amma, but even then…”

“Kundavai has also asked you to come to Pazhayarai for some weeks before leaving for Eezham. She wants to send you off from there,” Vanavan Madevi said, looking at her son, whose face brightened up again at the thought of visiting his sister.

“If Akka wants me there, I will go there Amma, if you and Thandhai are okay with it.”

Vanavan Madevi nodded, hugging her son gently. Arulmozhi hugged his mother back, ecstatic that his elder sister had finally called him to spend time with her, a little annoyed at this agenda of marriage his grandmother and sister were pushing, and quietly curious about the Princess two people he adored and revered were praising with such terms.

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youvebeenlivingfictional · 2 years

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To Have Loved and Lost Part Six

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Pairing: George Russell x Reader

Rating: M

Notes: Hiiiii welcome baaaaaack thank you for reaaaaadiiiiiiiing

Warnings: Angst–this one is reaaaaaal angsty this week y'all; Gilded Age Manners™; pining; The One That Got Away; not a traditional happy ending

Summary: This wasn’t tea.

This was an ambush.

“Please, do come in—”

“This is my daughter, Gladys.”

“Yes, of course,” You nodded, “I’m very pleased to make your acquaintance, Miss Russell.”

“And I, yours.”

Your mind was a flurry of panic and action as Mrs. Russell and a young woman glided into the foyer of the rented house. This was a scene that you’d seen only in your nightmares; you’d typically awoken safe in your certainty that such a thing would never be reality. You hoped now, in vain, that Kate would be along to awaken you in just a moment, but the nervous heating of your face and pounding of your heart ensured you that you were very much awake, and that the Russells were very much in your foyer.

“I’m afraid we can’t stay long,” Mrs. Russell insisted, though she didn’t look at you as she said so. Her eyes darted from the stairway to the carpets, up to the ceiling, over to the clunky, antiquated mirror, and back again. As she met your eye, you offered her a bashful smile.

“You see what I mean,” You offered softly. Mrs. Russell smiled.

“I take it this is not to Mr. Hughes’ liking, either?”

Nothing is, was the answer that sat readily on your tongue. You swallowed it in favor of, “Not particularly. Many of the houses that we saw are in similar styles.”

“Auntie, what is it?” You heard Eleanor before she was whirling around the corner from the sitting room. At the sight of new people, she froze, eyes wide, mouth opening and closing like a fish for a few seconds. She clasped her hands in front of herself then, closing her mouth as a flush rose in her cheeks.

“I’m sorry—I thought it may be a delivery. I didn’t know that we had company.”

“It’s quite alright, my dear,” You soothed softly, raising your hand to beckon her closer. She took timid steps, glancing between Gladys and Mrs. Russell as she walked the rest of the way down the hall. “This my—Well, this is Franklin’s niece.” At Bertahs’ slight confusion, you offered, “Eleanor is my first cousin once removed.”

“I see. May we see the drawing room?”

“Are you sure you want to?”

Your tease was met with a single arched brow, and you turned, leading the way.

“May I offer you some coffee?” You asked as you went.

“Thank you, no. I’d like to get a look at what you have for a better sense of what you want.”

You showed Mrs. Russell into the drawing room, and turned to say something to Eleanor—only to find her still in the front hall with Gladys. You couldn’t help but smile at the sight of the two of them chatting amiably. You could shoo them in, of course, but it was probably better if the two of them got to know one another without you or Mrs. Russell eyeing them. So you followed Mrs. Russell, instead. You fought the urge to speak up too quickly, simply giving her a moment to look around.

“It’s very narrow,” She commented. You nodded, folding your hands in front of your middle.

“The furnishings are also incredibly dark—it doesn’t help the feeling that things are so close and tucked in.”

“Mm. I take it the rest of the house is similar?”

“Very. The bedrooms are a decent enough size, but they need more room for clothing, as well as larger desks.”

“The kitchen?”

“Adequate for minimal staff, but not satisfactory for a full house. We hope to move into the new rented house next week.”

“Further up the avenue?”

“Yes, on Fifty-Third Street.”

Mrs. Russell hummed thoughtfully, walking around to the bookshelves, eyes sweeping the texts thoughtfully before she turned to you again.

“We must be going now.” Mrs. Russell looked around, brow furrowed a touch, and you nodded toward the door.

“I believe the girls are speaking in the front hall.”

“Of course.”

You followed Mrs. Russell out again, fingers flexing in your grip.

“I do hope you’ll stay longer next time,” You offered. Mrs. Russell turned back to you, a gracious smile on her face.

“We’d be delighted.”

“It was lovely to make your acquaintance, Miss Russell.”

“And yours,” Gladys nodded to the both of you, her face a mirror of her mother’s. Eleanor stepped back to your side, glancing down at your hands before mimicking your posture. You gave Mrs. Russell another nod before she and Gladys were shown out by the butler. You heard Eleanor huff in relief, then groan in frustration, whirling away.

“How could I have been so silly!”

“My dear,” You reached out, patting her shoulder as she put her face in her hands. “Well all are sometimes. It was small enough. I’m sure there’s nothing for you to worry about.”

Eleanor nodded, despite her pout, and drifted through the drawing room, trailing her fingers along tomes on the shelves. You hung back, arms folding across your chest. In truth, you weren’t sure what impact Eleanor’s actions would have on Mrs. Russell’s opinions of you. Had you acted the same when you were Eleanor’s age, your mother would’ve scolded you until you were in tears. You couldn’t bring yourself to give Eleanor the same treatment. It had only driven you from her mother, and from what may’ve truly pure intentions for you, for right or for wrong.

You glanced over at Eleanor again, watching her poke irritably at the spine of a book.

“We ought to leave soon,” You spoke up, catching her attention. “We’ve dress fittings soon.”

Eleanor mustered a smile, a nod, and an obedient, “Yes, Auntie,” before walking toward the stairs.

The invitation to tea with Mrs. Russell had been a surprise. You hadn’t disliked your time in her presence thus far, but that had been different. When you’d dined with them, you hadn’t been alone with her all evening. Besides, Franklin had been there as a buffer (as had, Mr. Russell, but the less you said and thought about him, the better). Eleanor was elated to be added to this invitation, and had been fluttering about the house, unable to keep still since you’d told her. You just left her to it—it was better for her to unleash the energy before her first semi-serious social event in the city.

Though typically disagreeable, Franklin had been in fine fettle since your evening with the Russells. He’d hardly griped when his blueprints for the tannery were briefly misplaced during the move up the avenue, into the rented house. You could only surmise that your performance at dinner was satisfactory, and that Mr. Russell had made overtures to investing.

“Ah, right on time.”

Mrs. Russell’s smile was controlled as ever, and you understand why. There were three other women in the drawing room besides Mrs. Russell and Gladys—faces that you could only place from your time dutifully studying the society papers.

This wasn’t tea.

This was an ambush.

Still, you forced your expression into its practiced, neutral set, a genial smile on your lips as you and Eleanor walked more deeply into the room.

“I’d like you to meet Mrs. Fane…Miss Marian Brook…And her friend, Miss Peggy Scott.”

After each of the names, you and Eleanor offered a short, polite greeting.

“Won’t you sit?” Mrs. Russell directed the two of you to a couch, beside Miss Brook.

“Mrs. Russell tells us that you’re joining us from Chicago,” Miss Fane broached.

“I am, yes. Eleanor comes from upstate.”

“Whereabouts upstate?”

“Albany.”

“Your family has a home there?”

“They do. The Hughes’.”

“But you are not a Hughes.”

“No. Mr. Hughes is my cousin, Eleanor is my first cousin once removed.” You answered each of the questions with patience and calm, hands folded neatly on your lap. You can’t help but admire Miss Russell, some. She’d convened a committee to ply answers from you. You were certain that they’d compare notes once you’ve left. You were sure Mrs. Russell would further match the answers back to those given the last time you were at the house. She was looking for cracks in your foundations before her family built on the relationship.

“Are you from Chicago, then, if not Albany?” Miss Scott asked.

“I was in Chicago with Mr. Hughes, and San Francisco before that.”

“And you, Eleanor? How are you finding New York?”

You glanced at Eleanor and found her wide-eyed and nervous. Her eyes darted to you, and upon seeing your encouraging smile, Eleanor smiled a touch as well.

“I have yet to see much of it, but I have enjoyed what I have seen,” She said. You could see a small softening from Mrs. Fane at Eleanor’s gentle voice and hesitant words.

“Ah,” Mrs. Russell spoke up, breaking into the conversation as a few servants came in with trays of cakes, cups and saucers. “The tea.”

“I hope you didn’t find the interrogations terribly intrusive.”

You smiled at Miss Brook’s pointed question. She seemed the earnest sort, and had gone out of the way to lob a few easy questions in Eleanor’s direction over the course of the afternoon.

“I’ve been asked far worse by far more discourteous people, Miss Brook. There’s nothing for you to worry about.”

Miss Brook smiled brightly, eyes darting to where Gladys and Eleanor were hurrying from the room. “I know that this city can be intimidating when you’re so new to it, especially when you come from a smaller town. Not that Albany is small, of course, but surely it’s a change of pace for Eleanor.”

“Yes, it is. But, coming from another city…Well, New York is its own beast.”

“Were you in Chicago long?”

“For about six years.”

“Goodness! And San Francisco before?”

“Yes.”

“For how long?”

“...Quite a while. Nearly a decade.”

“So you’re not from San Francisco?”

You found yourself wondering if these questions were sprouting from Miss Brook’s natural curiosity, or if Mrs. Russell had asked for a plying, the name of your small town.

“No,” You shook your head, “I’m from a very small town.”

To your surprise, and perhaps your relief, Miss Brook nodded and moved on:

“I came from a small town myself not so recently.”

“And are you enjoying your time in New York?”

“...I’ve found it more difficult than I thought I would,” She admitted softly, her eyes searching her hands. “I feel that…Well, looking back at when I first arrived, I was so green. I’m still learning.”

“You seem set to the challenge, Miss Brook.”

She smiles, glancing toward Mrs. Fane, Mrs. Russell, and Miss Scott are speaking before she leans in and offering, “So do you,” In a conspiratorial whisper.

“Bertha?”

The name was half-called out, and the sound makes your gut curdle with panic. Your hands tightened instinctively around each other as you gave a look around. There was nowhere for you to hide. You were not about to try and squeeze beside a bookshelf or beneath a side table. Besides being ridiculous, if anyone were to find you in that way? You couldn’t imagine the repercussions. Besides, the afternoon had otherwise gone so well. So you rooted yourself in your place, drew in a steady breath, and tried to force away the sick feeling curdling your stomach.

Mr. Russell made it two steps into the drawing room before he went still at the sight of you. Neither of you moved or spoke for a moment, like a hunter and a deer catching sight of one another across the clearing. You finally tipped your chin up, giving a nod.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Russell.”

“Good afternoon.”

“Mrs. Russell has gone to look in on Eleanor and Gladys.”

“I see.”

You expected that to be the end of it, and would’ve gladly seen Mr. Russell turn away from you, but instead he held steady.

“I hope your time this afternoon was a pleasant one."

“It was.”

Silence, and stillness. It made that sick feeling rise.

“I hope your business is going well,” You offered.

“It is.”

“You’re in a bidding war with Jay Gould for the Mohawk and Hudson Rail Road.”

Mr. Russell’s brows rose at the reminder, and that sick feeling trickled toward your tightly clasped hands.

“I am,” He nodded. “He’s a formidable opponent.”

“I’m sure you’ll come through cleanly.”

“...Thank you.”

You nodded, lowering your gaze to the side table again.

“Were you hammered with questions?”

His query made you smile a touch.

“No more than usual,” You reassured, tipping your head to the side. “Your wife is very thorough.”

“And you take issue with that?”

The protectiveness that coiled his tone sent a surge of panic through you.

“Not at all. I meant it as a compliment.”

The two of you hold one another’s gaze for a long, tense moment before Mr. Russell gaze a nod of concession. “...You chose well,” You offered after a moment.

“Yes, I did. The second time.”

It was a low blow, and one that made you avert your gaze and swallow your protestation.

“You disagree?” Mr. Russell plied. Your hands tightened around one another. You needed to take care. Whatever deal with Franklin may be forthcoming was still in flux.

“I can only hope you have more faith in Franklin than you used to have in me.”

“Mr. Hughes has given me no reason to distrust him.”

“And I did?” You scoffed, unable to help your rising anger as the shock of his statement rattled through your system.

“You’ll really pretend not to know what you’ve done?”

“If you would please enlighten me, Mr. Russell.”

“Cutting off contact and flittering off to California to marry a gold tycoon! Leaving me with questions, betraying the life that we agreed to build?”

Your jaw worked wordlessly for a moment, confusion twining with consternation.

“...A gold tycoon?”

“I’ve the proof, given to me by your mother. You’ll deny it?” Mr. Russell asked tightly, walking toward you with the slow, measured strides of a huntsman. You searched for the words, pressing through your confusion before you finally managed, “Is that why you stopped writing?”

George went still then, as if he’d nudged his boot against a tripwire and was wary of springing a trap.

“You stopped writing,” He insisted. “No,” You swore, “Not until my mother sent me to San Francisco with Franklin.”

George searched your expression for any flinch, any sign of deception. He would know how to find them—he used to watch you lie to your mother, to feign pleasantries with boarders. The realization of your mother’s actions began to wash over you in full force, and you turned from him, hands wringing as your breath became tight, and your eyes welled with horrified tears. You didn’t hear George follow you, and could only imagine that he was holding steady in the middle of the room. You pushed the tears away, clearing your throat as you pulled in a tight sniffle.

“She never did like you,” You managed, blinking rapidly as you peered out of the window. “It wouldn’t be…Out of the realm for her to deceive for her own purposes…I suppose what you must ask yourself now, Mr. Russell,” You turned to face him again, “Is whether you believe it is outside of mine.”

You fought to keep your voice steady and your head held high, but in the presence of this man, you felt about an inch tall. He held your gaze steadily, his jaw tight, and expression stony.

You only registered the creak of the door opening, and the excited chatter of Gladys and Eleanor’s voices as they came into the room with Mrs. Russell. You turned to the bookshelf, eyes swimming as your anger and upset came on in waves.

“Auntie? Must we go?” You heard. You turned to Eleanor, brows raised, and you realized that you must’ve missed an offer to dinner.

“Yes, I am afraid so,” You nodded, “We’re still breaking in the new dining room.”

“We shall have to come and see your new lodgings,” Mrs. Russell smiled, tipping her head toward you. You forced a smile and a nod. “Of course. We’ll be happy to have you, once we've passed the growing pains.”

“Auntie?”

“Yes?”

“...Have I done something wrong?”

You turned to Eleanor, still desperately pushing your smile onto your lips.

“No, my darling,” You reassured, reaching out and patting her hand. “Did you enjoy yourself this afternoon?”

“Very much,” She smiled widely. It didn’t take too much prodding for Eleanor to divulge which parts of the day had filled her with the most joy, and the most trepidation. You were happy for her to fill the otherwise heavy air in the carriage with her light chatter.

Tempted as you were to retreat that evening, to go into your room and to stay there until the second coming, you went through the evening like a good, dutiful woman. After Kate helped ready you for the evening, you sat at your desk, dully eyeing the grain of the wood. You were drawn toward the siren song of the letters in the trunk, and the cuff link sitting therein. You could find something to rouse your interest in moving—not sleeping, or reading, or embroidery. You just sat, watching the dwindling candle and listening to the odd sounds of life beneath your window.

There was nothing you could do to change the past—and surely there was nothing that you could do to change George Russell’s opinion of you, now.

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The Story of Us-Chapter 12

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A/N: This is a rewrite of a story my good friend @spnbaby-67 allowed me to take and rewrite. All mistakes are mine. This is canon divergent, meaning some things that happened in the show will still happen here but with my own twist to it.

Summary: She and Dean met when they were kids. Even at such a young age, she knew that he was her soulmate. Being the daughter of a hunter, Michaela (Micki) Singer knew the life he led came with a price, but she was up to the challenge.

Pairings: Dean Winchester/reader, Sam Winchester/friend!reader, John Winchester, Mary Winchester (mentioned only), Bobby Singer, and more from the Supernatural universe.

Warnings: Flashbacks are in italics, fluffy stuff, angst stuff, character death, kidnapping, depression, semi-dark themes

WC: 1,221

PRESENT DAY (2008) at the Singer cabin

“You gotta wake up Mick!” Sam pleads. “Dean’s back. I don’t know how and I really don’t care but he’s here and god, is he in love with Maren. You won’t believe your eyes. Dean is so observant and attentive to her,” Sam sighs as he continues watching Micki, his best friend, breathe evenly and steadily like she’s just sleeping. “You’d probably be making fun of him,” he chuckles. “But he is so in love with her and watches her every little move. Please Mick, please wake up. Come back to us. We need you.”

There is no change with her as Sam watches, hoping for a sign that she can hear him and is fighting her way back to her family. “Michaele Singer! Wake your ass up! Now!!” he tries yelling at her but instead of waking her, he wakes the baby.

“Oh my god,” Sam says as he walks over the the bassinet and picks his niece up. “I’m so sorry baby girl. Uncle Sam wasn’t thinking. I just want your Mom to come back to us. Shhhh, it’s okay. I got ya.”

Sam paces the floor at the foot of the bed as he bounces Maren in his arms, calming and comforting her. He keeps glancing toward Micki to see if the cries of her daughter will awaken her.

But Micki stays unconscious.

Summer 1993

Micki and Dean had been at the cabin for a month now, relaxing after a three week long hunt in Texas. The leaves were falling and changing from green to different shades of orange, reds, and browns, making it look like snow how they were falling from the trees. Fall was her favorite time of the year, and since Dean found out that bit of information, he made a point to bring her to the cabin whenever they needed time to get away. She had been outside all morning trying to gather some leaves for the pumpkin bags she had bought to put on the porch for Halloween.

Something inside her, though, made her pause her raking for a moment. She looked both ways and behind her to see if anyone was there. With a mischievous smile, she took a bunch of leaves in all colors, throwing them in the air, high above herself. It gave her plenty of time to twirl around in a circle with her arms stretched out to the side, and her head tilted back feeling the leaves falling down and softly hitting her face.

What Micki didn’t know was that Dean stood on the porch taking photos of her and recording how happy and childlike she was feeling. It made him happy to see her feel like a kid again, something she long ago forgot, due to the life they led.

Suddenly, she felt two strong arms wrap around her waist, only to swing her around then fall into the pile of leaves.

She opened her eyes with a smile on her face. “Dean? Now it’s going to take forever to get the leaves together again.” She chastised as she sat up, leaves still in her hair, trying but failing to look serious.

Dean took a few leaf pieces and blew them gently at her, adding to her collection. “You should have thought about that before you threw them in the air, sweetheart.” He chuckled as he sat up straight, his long bow-legs criss crossed.

She tilted her head slightly to get a leaf out of her hair that was tickling her ear, “You, uh, saw that huh?” She shyly averted her eyes from his to the ground below.

“Hmm I did. Beautiful too, I might add.” He saw a few leaves still in her hair, so he bent forward to retrieve them. “Make a wish, Mickie,” he said, holding it before her.

She looked at him confused. ” Dean you don’t make a wish on a leaf, that’s a four leaf clover," she chuckled.

He held onto the leaf and looked at her seriously, “My dad always said that the first leaf you catch in the fall that’s orange, you make a wish. Supposedly, it’s an old wives tale he used to win mom over. So, make a wish, baby.” He looked at her with so much love in his eyes she couldn’t say no.

She swallowed a lump that formed in her throat, “You sure know what to say to make a girl blush, Dean Winchester," she said, shocking herself that she had said that out loud. She covered her mouth quickly, feeling her cheeks suddenly flush with embarrassment.

“You’re too cute Mickie,” he held the leaf still in front of her, waiting.

“I’m not cute Dean, you clearly have me mixed up with someone else.” She rolled her eyes, taking her gaze from his green emerald eyes to her lap, looking down at the leaf she had been playing with.

He put his finger under her chin, lifting her head up to look at him, “Would I do this if I didn’t think you’re beautiful?”

Seconds later, his lips were pressing against hers. Her eyes widen a moment in pure shock, but then close the more he kisses her. He slides his tongue across the seam of her lips, asking for permission which she awarded.. He kissed her soft, sweet and sensual. She couldn’t help but melt into his arms. She did everything to savor the taste of him, the feel his tongue tangle with hers. When she retracted her tongue he chased after it. She then sucked on the tip of his a moment, eliciting moans she never heard him make before.

Present Day (2008) abandoned barn in the middle of nowhere

Bobby and Dean finish painting the walls and floor with every sigil known to man then Dean watches as Bobby throws powder in a bowl and starts chanting.

Nothing happens. They both look around, bewildered and confused. The air inside the building is still, the only thing heard is the crickets outside.

Bobby leans against the table and crosses his arms, waiting. Dean hops up on a table and sits, swinging his legs.

"You sure you did the ritual right?" Dean asks after a beat. Bobby gives him a look of admonishment. "Sorry. Touchy, touchy, huh?"

Suddenly everything goes quiet, the air gets heavy and then the roof begins rattling. The guys grab their guns and get ready to defend and fight whatever is on its way in.

"Wishful thinking," Dean says, an air of nervousness in his voice. "Maybe it's just the wind?"

The doors fly open and a man dressed in a suit under a trench coat strolls in, each step causing the bulbs on the ceiling to burst, sending showers of sparks down.

"Who are you?" Dean asks once the man is standing in front of him.

"I'm the one who gripped you tight and raised you from perdition."

Dean attacks but none of his weapons do any harm to the man. Bobby tries but the stranger throws him around like a rag doll before touching two fingers to the older man's forehead, knocking him out.

Dean watches it all unfold with terror.

"Dean," the man says as he drops Bobby's limp body to the floor. "We need to talk. Alone."

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50calmadeuce · 2 years

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Ch. 13: The Family

Disclaimer: This is a work of fan fiction using characters from the Top Gun: Maverick world, trademarked by Paramount Pictures Corporation. I do not claim ownership of the characters and the world that I am borrowing.

The story and situation I am creating are a work of my imagination and I do not ascribe them to official story canon. This work is for entertainment only and is not a part of the storyline.

I am not profiting financially from the creation and publication of this story, but I do hope it gives you happy thoughts.

These stories are my own, so please do not take them and use them for yourself without my permission. If you see them somewhere else, please let me know. :)

The rest of the afternoon and into the evening involved family, food, and card games. You catch Jake starting at you a couple of times with a grin on his face. Checking to make sure you were okay with all of this.

You were introduced to Jake's sisters Jessie and Erica. His niece Lindsay and his nephew Lukas who all adored Christian.

The kids were playing in the living room and the rest of you were sitting at the table finishing up a card game.

Jessie was the dealer, so she was shuffling the cards. "I'm telling you, he's a cheat!" She accuses Jake.

"I do not! You're just not good at this card game!"

You notice Christian go to Jake and Jake picks him up and puts him on his lap. You look at your watch and realized its nine at night already. You watch as Christian rests his head on Jake's chest.

Jessie looks at you. "Are you sure you want to get involved with this card game cheater?"

You laugh.

"Just deal the cards, you sore loser," Jake interjects.

You play the last round and Jake wins. Jessie and Jake argue playfully, and you wonder how your son can sleep through the noise. He must've been really tired.

"Just wait until tomorrow," Jessie playfully threatens.

"Bring it," Jake chastizes.

"That's enough you two. You'll wake Christian," Sheila interrupts the chaos. "Lindsay and Lucas. Start cleaning up and getting ready for bed."

"Okay, Grandma," they say in unison from the living room.

You reach for Christian, and Jake looks at you. "I've got him." He carefully gets up, places Christian on his shoulder and walks to his bedroom. When you turn back to the table, you see Jessie and Erica looking at you questionably.

"What?"

"We're just trying to figure out how you captured our brother's heart," Jessie says.

You blush as you see a towel get thrown at Jessie who laughs.

"Hush, you two! Leave her alone and help clean up!" Sheila saves you.

You all start to stand up and as you start to clean the table, Sheila takes the items from your hands. "We got this, Sweety. You've had a long day."

"It's the least I can do for all your hospitality."

Sheila smiles. "We've got it. Go check on Christian. I'm sure Jake is handling it okay, but you never know."

You smile back and nod. "Okay."

You walk to Jake's bedroom and watch him as he places Christian in the crib. Jake looks at you and places his finger on his lips. "I had to rock him a bit. He woke up," he whispers.

You nod. "Your mom kicked me out of the kitchen to help," you whisper.

Jake grins. "I'm sure." He steps closer, puts an arm around your waist, pulls you in and kisses you.

Your whole body awakens from his touch, but you place your hand on his chest. As much as you didn't want to, you push him away gently. "I'm going to go take a shower." You walk to your luggage and grab your pajamas and toiletries. You feel Jake's gaze on you, and you look at him one more time before you walk into the bathroom and close the door behind you.

While you're in the shower, Jake finds some extra pillows and blankets and puts them on the couch.

Sheila walks into the room. "You got everything?"

"Yes, Ma'am. Thanks, Ma." He laid on couch and got comfy.

Sheila turned to walk away but stopped. "Son?"

"Yeah, Ma?"

She walked back over to the back of the couch and looked down at him. "She's a great girl. Smart. Maybe even too smart for you."

Jake looks at her incredulously.

"But she's got a lot of hurt. Don't fuck her up anymore."

"Trust me, Momma. I'm trying to fix that."

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”Knives, Soft Beds Now in Life of Paroled Man - Free, After Fifteen Years, Lifer Tells Of His Experiences In B.C. Penitentiary,” Vancouver News-Herald. December 31, 1942. Page 3. --- Prisoner 2146 has not had a visitor at the B. C. Penitentiary for the past five years.

Inmates allowed one visit a month by immediate relatives. They must sit in a screened cell. Between them and their visitor, also in a screened cubicle, sits a guard who warns against what may or may not be said. ---

The last time Prisoner 2146 had a visitor, it was his sister. She had her two small children with her. The children wanted to know what all the bars were for and why their uncle was kept locked up behind them.

“That got me. I couldn't stand the sight of those youngsters looking at me through the bars. I told my sister not to come back any more."

Prisoner 2146 was a "lifer" in the B. C. Penitentiary - reprieved from the death sentence to life imprisonment. Next month will mark the fifteenth anniversary of his entrance behind prison walls.

But he won't be there to mark it off on the calendar.

---

Prisoner 2146 is free. He is with his sister and his niece and nephew and brother-in-law. He has been paroled.

---

"Prisoner 2146" is not his correct designation. His name, too, remains a secret. He has paid his penalty for murder, he has a chance to start all over again and make good. He intends "making good."

Wednesday afternoon I chat-ted with him for an hour or more.

---

He was paroled, with another life-term prisoner, on the day before Christmas. The first thing he did was rush to buy Christmas presents clothes, shoes, a hat, ties and shirts for himself and lots of toys for the children who had not seen him for so many years.

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The other life-termer was sentenced with him, 15 years ago, for the murder of a fellow-rod-rider on a freight train.

What would you do what would you want to do first, if you had been right out of the world, behind prison bars and high walls, for 15 years?

Well, Prisoner 2146 wanted to sleep in in the mornings, most of all.

----

But he can't do it. He awakens at 6 every morning and he hasn't been able to sleep very well since his release.

"It's the soft bed," he told me. "You know, you roll over and sink down in that mattress and you think you're falling and you wake up with a start. And you hear unfamiliar sounds and you find you're not in a little cell - and you can't go to sleep again."

He's still quite amazed by his freedom. He was scarcely 19 when he was sentenced to death, was reprieved to the half-life of a penitentiary for 15 of the longest years any human being could experience.

He has served six months in solitary confinement, on bread and water for days at a time, in a tiny cell below ground level.

In 15 years he has seen more than 2100 prisoners come and go - he gave me the exact number instantly - has seen many of them die, many go insane. It was more than "stir crazy" they really went off their heads.

"One afternoon a prisoner walking by my cell (he named him) looked in at me and said: "The doc says I've only got five hours to live,' and that night he died. It was heart trouble. So-and-so, (he named another prisoner) went crazy and was taken to Essondale. But he wasn't crazy. He was just putting on an act. He came back after awhile."

Did you every try cutting meat and eating all your food with only a fork and spoon?

Prisoner 2146 has been doing that for 15 years and he's having an awful time trying to get used to knives, plates, saucers, cups, glasses, serviettes and other gadgets of an ordinary household table.

No penitentiary prisoner is allowed a knife - it could be a lethal weapon or a means of escape. He presents a metal tray at a long counter in the kitchen. It is filled with food, he is given, a metal mug, his spoon and fork, and he returns to his cell to eat behind locked doors. In the morning, after breakfast, he re-turns that tray to the kitchen to be cleansed.

He goes to his cell at 4:30 every afternoon, is allowed out for breakfast at 7:30 a.m.

Prisoner 2146 has never driven a car or truck he doesn't know how. He has seen. only one talking picture during his 15 years in prison. That was an educational film. Since his release he has been attending a lot of movies.

He is somewhat terrified of city traffic, and street cars, he admits, have him goggle-eyed.

"You dodge in front of one street car," he tells me. "and there's another one tearing at you from the other direction."

He has tried riding on the street cars, but he's a bit nervous about them. To begin with, when he gets out of the centre of the city he is lost. It is the only part of town he has learned to know.

He knows he is safe on a Number 1 car, because it just goes around in a circle. But several times he has taken a street car to go somewhere in the city, has become utterly confused and has had to return downtown to "get my bearings again."

The war and labor regulations have caused him some confusion, too.

His first thought on being released was to join the army. He wanted to go overseas.

But yesterday he took his "medical" and the doctor put him in "C" category but told him he probably wouldn't last long in that. What's the trouble? If you had lived for 15 years on concrete floors would you be surprised if the doctor told you you had flat feet! And the army doesn't want flat feet!

So he thought he would return to logging, which he knew in his youth. He found it had changed a lot since then, but he went to the Selective Service office to arrange it all.

He grinned inwardly when the clerk asked: "Previous occupation?"

Finally it was arranged that he would get a job and when you read this he'll probably be on his way up the coast to a big logging camp.

He has a lot of lost time to make up. He's looking forward to the clean life out-of-doors after 15 years of close prison walls.

He will probably be British Columbia's most enthusiastic logger.

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uchihashisui-kun · 2 years

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😉 🍟

😉 - Anything you wanna say to a homophobe?

"I hope you find someone who will make you question your sexuality"

I actually told that once to a classmate of mine, she told me to fuck off right after but it was so satisfying

🍟 - ever dealt with a homo/trans/bi/etc phobe?

Yes, although never directed at me because I don't really show that I'm part of the LGBTQ+ community, no pins nor specific clothes or anything else

One was the aforementioned classmate. She was really beautiful and she was actually my awakening and the reason why I started actively looking around myself and finding all types of people interesting and not only boys/men

Another one is, sadly, my honorary grandma. We call her that because she's of age of my real grandma and she's been around ever since I can remember, she used to babysit me and my sister sometimes and she just has the Grandma Vibe™️, if you know what I mean? She doesn't have grandkids of her own, and we basically adopted her in our family

She's the classic old woman who believes in God and hates gay people. I remember one time a gay couple came to order pizza takeaway, it was pouring rain like mad outside and they didn't have a car but they couldn't eat at the pizzeria because their niece was waiting at home for the dinner. This woman works in the kitchen and she couldn't stop muttering to herself about gay people and how they're not 'natural' or whatever, but she's doing her job so no one says anything and lets her be

Shortly later we send her home because we had like, ten people? And we didn't need a second person in the kitchen doing nothing. Five minutes after she's gone she calls us to tell us that the couple from before was stuck under a little terrace, waiting for the rain to lessen, and she's laughing at them and I tell her something along the lines of "they live close to you, why don't you give them a ride?" and she just scoffs and says that she'll never let a gay person in her car and then she hangs up on us

Another one got me so mad I actually punched the dude. He was dating my best friend (ex-best friend? Idk, I haven't talked with her in a while, I just forget people exist sometimes) and I never really liked him much? He was always flirting with every woman in the vicinity, and every single one of his ex-girlfriends broke up with him because he eventually cheated. He actually ended up with my friend by cheating on his previous gf who was also one of our friends. Just a complete mess

One day he starts talking shit about gay people, it happened for pride month because he was telling about how he had gone to I think Milan? And there were pride flags everywhere and gay people all over the place and how he hated it

Turns out, my best friend's bisexual. He finds out as well. Breaks up with her muttering curses about gay people and how he cannot believe that he's slept with someone who's 50% gay. My best friend cries, of course she does, poor soul she didn't do anything wrong. However, this douchebag of a guy doesn't know that while I don't get attached easily, when I do I'm pretty protective

He was my first punch ♡ right in the guts. I hurt myself because I have no idea how to throw a punch, but I also hurt him very much. Now that I think about it, I haven't seen him in a while. Last I heard he got married with some random girl his parents set him up with. Pity. I hoped he would end up alone forever

#mun's answer #tw homophobia #the last dude was my first and last punch #I have yet to meet someone who makes me just as mad as he did

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survey #183

Do you own a pocketknife, or any other kind of multi-tool? No.

What did your mother study at university? Social work. She graduated at ~60 and I'm so proud of her determination. Shatters my heart that she hasn't been able to use her degree though; due to Covid and her cancer, she never really got the chance to intern anywhere and she hates it so much.

What was the last thing you took a video of? That's a good question.

What are some of your least favorite foods? Brussel sprouts, asparagus, pulled pork & general southern barbecue (this does not include burgers and hot dogs, those I love), beans, fried chicken, carrots, celery, and A LOT more, I am so picky it's not even fucking funny. It's mostly texture stuff. The list would probably be the vast majority of food.

How old were you when you learned how to drive? Somewhere around 17? At least, that's when I took driver's ed. I never got my license and even my permit is expired by years.

Have you ever used a public pay phone? I don't believe so.

Do you know what the most common bird is in your area? Not really, no, but crows, robins, sparrows, bluejays, cardinals, and doves are a few that come to mind immediately.

How many teeth have you had extracted? Two wisdom teeth, both within the past year. They're thankfully the only ones I have.

What's a Halloween movie that you enjoy? Hocus Pocus is my favorite.

Would you ever walk a runway if given the opportunity? No, I don't want people focusing on me.

Would you say you're in a good place mentally? No; I am absolutely in a dip lately. I'm quite sure my body has stopped responding to my key mood stabilizer so I'm in the process of finding something else that works...

What's a popular candy that you do not like? Snickers, Tootsie Rolls, Mounds, Almond Joys, and Swedish Fish to name a few.

Do you bite your nails, cut them, or keep them long? So I actually have a habit of tearing them instead of either of these?? I really need to stop, because doing it often makes a tear too deep and will sometimes bleed, but it's a looooong-going habit.

Do you ever have to babysit? Not really, like I often go with my mom on Fridays to watch my niece (and other niece and nephew when school isn't going on), but I'm not the one taking care of her needs and stuff. I'm just there to interact.

Do you sing when alone? No, I barely sing at all.

Favorite pastel color? PINK!!!!!!!!!!!!

Favorite thing cats do? THE HEART EYES. If you've got an affectionate cat, you know what I mean: it's just this way they look at you, eyes mostly closed, and it's the most loving expression I've ever seen from any animal. I am also a massive sucker for affectionate headbutts, like I just love how expressive they are of bonds.

Butterflies, or dragonflies? I love both, but I'm fonder of butterflies.

Favorite kind of candy bar? It's a specific kind of Reese's that I don't see often; think of a Hershey's bar, but turn the squares into Reese's. It is fucking divine.

Favorite childhood store? oh I was a TOTAL Toys-R-Us kid. I was so mad when our local one got replaced with another store lol

Do you dream a lot? Do you remember your dreams? More like I have nightmares a lot. It's rare that I remember details long after awakening, but the general gist is basically always me being in danger but unable to physically defend myself; I usually wake up screaming at somebody. I say fucking awful things in my sleep, things I've never even said irl and never WOULD say, and it's extremely, extremely upsetting.

Have you ever lucid dreamed? I have once and only once and that shit between me and god lmfao

Have you ever intentionally killed an animal for fun? hi no I hope there's a special place in hell for a person like this

Did the person you lost your virginity to appreciate it? Well I haven't yet, but whenever it does happen I'm sure he'll cherish that I trust him enough for that. He knows I was abstinent most of my life.

What character trait are you most ashamed of? I am VERY impulsive, especially when upset. I've gotten better about it, but I've certainly said shit in the heat of the moment I wish I hadn't.

Do you prefer waffles or pancakes? Most of my life I strongly preferred pancakes, but I'm actually more into waffles now.

Are you craving anything right now? Yes, it's been a hot damn minute since I've had a soda and I am SUFFERING, like it's pathetic.

Are you content just blending in with the crowd? Yeah. I like to have some individuality about me, but I certainly don't want to stand out starkly.

Who is your celebrity crush? Richard Kruspe, yes he's very nearly my parents' age, and

If you had to choose a random color to dye your hair, what would you choose? Pastel pink. Hopefully one day... but my hair is so fucking reluctant to take color, especially pastels, apparently.

Do you like the color orange? Yeah, it's fine. I particularly like creamsicle-esque tints.

Have you ever shunned a family member or vice-versa? Yes, both ways.

Favorite shade of blue? Turquoise, probably.

Favorite soup? I haven't really had a soup I liked since I was a child.

Do you like mangoes? So I was pretty dumbfounded to discover I hate REAL mangoes, like they're so soft and mushy and it's disgusting, but I adore the flavor of mangoes, like it's my favorite type of juice.

What do you want most? A life where I'm truly happy. No real life will ever be without some sorrow, but I've got way too much in mine.

How is your mental health? Pretty damn poor. I'm absolutely back in a depression dip.

What are you thankful for currently? In this exact moment, notably my mom. I don't know what the fuck I'm going to do whenever her life's up, and it's a fear I have daily, knowing that her cancer will eventually re-emerge and almost certainly be her cause of death.

What’s an unpopular opinion you have politically? I am not pure ACAB; I support reform, and much of it, however I just don't believe cops are inherently bad. A gross amount are, but I do believe good cops with good intentions exist.

Name a song that’s fun to sing along to. lmfao I enjoy "Bartender Song" by Rehab a lot for this

Who is tallest in your family? Uhhh... probably my brother Bobby?

Do you currently have a headache? No, thankfully. One thing not wrong.

What's the first thing you usually do when you get off work or school? When I used to be in school, I immediately did homework because I wanted it out of the way.

If you could be famous for anything, what would you choose to be famous for? Taking a really iconic photograph with a very obvious, strong message.

Who is your favorite YouTuber? Of all-time, Markiplier, but these days I've been most actively into Game Grumps and John Wolfe.

Who is the nicest person you’ve ever met? I dunno; I know a good deal of very nice people.

How about the meanest? That *I* personally know, my old friend Colleen. She was so fucking hateful and just generally unpleasant, and the kind of asshole who was a garbage individual to people in customer service, and over NO good reasons. The only reason I ever stayed friends with her so long was my own loneliness; at a time she was the only person outside family I ever, ever saw/did things with. That and I give people way too many damn chances, like our friendship broke apart many times prior to the final "okay I'm done."

What was the last thing you spoke to your mom about? I asked her what she went to Food Lion for.

When is the last time you felt appreciated for something you did? Ummm, I'm not totally sure at this very moment. Well actually probably yesterday; Girt came by after work and he had food ordered and I got it in for him, I know he appreciated that, even if it's just a small thing.

Are you the type of person who gets straight to the point? HAHAHA NO, I ramble like a MOTHERfucker, even when I totally don't intend it.

Do you enjoy playing board games? I actually really don't, they're just not very fun to me. Like some are okay, but I'm not having a great time. Way back when when Girt and I were just friends and he'd visit occasionally, we had a routine of generally playing board games, and honestly I don't miss that lmfao. I do enjoy Battleship though, and that's one we'd play a good amount.

Are there any movies you are wanting to see? THE FUCKING BARBIE MOVIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 😭 ugh no one wants to go with me and it sucks SO hard, I am absofuckinglutely seeing it when it comes to televisions, though.

Do you feel uncomfortable when people you hardly know confide in you? Honestly not at all, I'm very open to anyone confiding in me if they feel safe to; you never know if that person has really been holding shit in, and they see something in you they haven't in others.

What’s something you’re proud of yourself for? Coming as far as I have in healing my legs.

Have you ever gone over 3 months without shaving/waxing your legs? It's been like... three years, dude. I keep them covered always though, just because of societal expectations; my hair is extremely dark and anyone getting even a glimpse of them mortifies me. I stopped as my body got so unhealthy that shaving them became so exhausting and challenging that I just. Couldn't keep up with maintaining them. I want laser hair removal on my legs one day.

Have you ever swam in a saltwater pool? Yes, the pool for physical therapy was saltwater.

Do you think anyone has given up on you? At least three people, probably more.

Have you ever been pregnant? No.

Have you taken anyone’s virginity? Obviously not, given an earlier question.

Have you ever made your boy/girlfriend choose between you and someone else? No.

Do you remember when some of the Walmarts had a McDonald’s in them? Well yes, our local one has exactly that.

What is one recipe that you would like to learn how to make? This upcoming Thanksgiving, I want Mom to teach me how to make the fresh bread she did last year; it was the best bread I'd ever tasted in my entire fucking life and I want to know it for my own future. I need to learn way, way more basic cooking, though...

Do you believe that Jesus will come back in your lifetime? He never is.

Were you afraid of heights as a child? No, but I am as an adult.

Have you ever had a lead role in a play? No. Well, I super faintly remember being Mary in a Sunday school thing, but it was just an in-class little thing. Gotta love teaching little girls about a mystically impregnated virgin pre-teen.

Do you have a chandelier in your home? No.

Are you a Jeffree Star fan? Or no? Yes, he's a public figure that to me has exhibited more growth than any other human I've been exposed to. There are behaviors I disagree with, but no person is all white or all black when it comes to being a moral or bad person.

Do you own a guitar? Specify. Which brand of guitar do you own? I no longer do; I had an electric guitar from a brand I can't recall (nothing impressive, very basic), but I sold it to a parts shop when I was trying to scrounge up money to afford my newest tattoo.

Are you a monogamous person? Or do you hate commitment? I personally am, but I have no problem with polygamous individuals, so long as they're open about this with their partners.

Who was the last person who was rude to you? My mom; a few days ago, something she did/said made me cry for a while.

Have you ever met someone in person that you first met online? Sara, yes. There are a number of other long-time online friends I want to physically meet one day.

Who do you know who is dyslexic? I feel like I remember hearing that my niece Aubree is? She's autistic and I at LEAST know Mom has said she exhibits traits of it.

Is weed legal in your state? No, NC is behind in the times in MANY regards.

What is something that you used to be ashamed of, but now you’re not? As a child, I became very embarrassed by my obsession with Pokemon because I was a girl and it was "weird;" it's because of this I never asked my mom for games and I never wanted anyone to see me explore the Pokemon website. As an adult though, I'm totally open about my love for the franchise, I know partially BECAUSE it's so loved nowadays. Even as a pre-k kid, my embarrassment reaction was SO insanely strong and I never, ever wanted people to see me as a weird girl. I still carry that behavior today, just with different stuff.

Have you ever held a newborn baby? Yes, when my youngest niece was born. I was seated though, I was way too scared to hold her otherwise.

Out of all your usernames for websites, which one is your favorite? Do you use it for more than one site? Ozzkat, it's the classic and what I use for the majority of places.

Have you ever spent the whole day (or multiple days) just looking up one thing on the internet (e.g., videos of your favorite band, how-to videos, quizzes, etc.)? hi i hyperfixate and do this shit regularly

Have you ever been in a situation where you had to be around your ex everyday? No. Well I mean, when Sara and I were still in contact, daily RP posts normally happened, but that was just a website.

Which condiment (ketchup, mustard, etc.) do you use the most of? Probably ketchup. It's funny, I hated ketchup as a kid.

Would you ever flirt with somebody in front of your parents? With my significant other, yes, so long as it wasn't too suggestive, 'cuz then it's just weird.

Have your parents ever questioned your virginity? I know my mom has. Dad probably assumes I'm not, but idk, I certainly don't talk about this with him.

How many of your friends play World of Warcraft? I have no idea; I have friends I know through the game, so obviously them, but I'm not sure if I have any "in my real life" friends who currently play. I know numerous people who have.

Is there a certain song you like to headbang to? No; surprisingly, headbanging has never been and probably never will be my thing. I don't like headaches.

Is there a garage or carport attached to your house? No.

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