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footygirl114 · 11 months ago

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Operation (Leah Williamson x Reader)

This is definitely a result of too much Grey's anatomy but I was told that I need to let some of the ideas out of my noggin so here you go? (I think). Also I could be persuaded into this becoming a series...

Your pager going off interrupted the scrolling of TikTok you were doing while enjoying your morning coffee, after rounding on your patients. You glanced at the screen and noticed it was a 911 to the ER for an incoming Trauma. Kicking yourself into gear you moved and started to make your way down, the whole time kicking yourself for jinxing your pager since you were hoping to catch the Arsenal vs. Manchester United Game at the Emirates on TV during your shift.

Knowing that wasn’t going to happen as you walked into the ER and it was organised chaos. You walked towards the head of the ER and asked “what happened?”

He turns to you and says “A car jumped a curb at the Emirates stadium before the game, ran into a few pedestrians including an 8 year old and her dad. We have the driver, a 43 year old male, and the two victims on route now.”

“damn it, how bad?” you ask him as you move to pull your hair back, and put on a trauma gown and gloves.

“the dad, is in critical condition, they say he was able to get the girl out of the way but she sustained injuries when he shoved her out of the way.” He says as you walk with him to the ambulance bay waiting for the incoming ambulances.

As you wait for the ambulance you listen to the other doctors conferring over what they think the driver was on, but you take the second to glance at your phone and double check the texts with your fiancé. They state that she was there an hour prior to this happening, and knowing the teams timing you knew she was on the field for warm up.

When they finally pull up you wait to find out what one your patient is in. Once you know where the child is you step up and move beside her gurney listening as the paramedics rattle off her name and vitals. She meets your eyes and you can see how scared she is and you say to her softly “Hi Kenzie, I’m Dr. Y/L/N, and I am going to be taking care of you.”

She’s shaking as she asks “where’s my dad?”

“Sweetie, he’s being taken care of by some of my very good friends, You and I are going to get you checked out so you can be ready for him okay?” you tell her as you move your hand to tuck a loose piece of her hair behind her ear checking her pupils as you do this.

When she nods, you move to grasp her hand as you gesture for the team to get her gurney moving. You had waited so they could get her father inside so she wouldn’t have to see him too injured. Once you get her into a room and transferred onto a gurney you start your exam on her.

She’s stays silent as you explain what you are doing, you tell her that you specialise in helping kids who have been injured or sick, and when you press on her belly and he’s hisses and pulls away in pain you know she may have some internal injuries.

Once you determine she’s stable and waiting for scans you go to move away from her but she grabs your hand and says “don’t go.”

You turn and squeeze her hand back and says “i am just going to check on your dad and then I will be right back, I promise.”

She shakes her head and holds up her other hand, leaving her pinky up as she asks softly “pinky promise?”

You smile at her and wrap your pinky around hers and say “I pinky promise sweetie.”

She lets go of both of your hands and you move outside the door, watching as your favourite ER nurse immediately steps in and starts talking to the patient, keeping her distracted, you walk out of the room and the last thing you hear is them talking about the arsenal team. You smile to yourself knowing that she will be okay for a few minutes.

You take the time to order scans for her, and check on her dad, you also manage to talk to someone from social services who is looking for her next of kin, but they are having no luck since her fathers License is from Ireland, you know it will take some time for anyone to get over here.

Walking back into her room you smile at her and say “Hi Kenzie, I am going to take you upstairs now.”

She meets your eyes and asks “how is my dad?”

Moving back towards her you sit down on the edge the bed by her legs and say “he’s been taken into surgery, by those friends of mine. He’s getting the best care possible and they will do everything they can to help him.”

She starts to cry and you move to grasp her hand and she says “I want my daddy.”

It breaks your heart and you move closer and pull her into a hug softly whispering “it’s okay sweetie, let it out.”

After a few moments of letting her cry she’s sniffles and pulls back and says “I’m okay, I can be a big girl.”

You smile and wipe under her eyes and you say “you are strong sweetie, now lets go get some scans of your belly and then we can get you fixed up to be ready for your dad okay?” She nods and you gesture to the nurse to get her ready for transport upstairs for scans then into the paediatric floor.

Less than an hour later, you walk into her room on your floor. You were one of the attending surgeons on the paediatric floor. “Hi sweetie” you tell her as you walk into the room when she turns and smiles softly at you, you continue “They called your grandma, and she should be here tomorrow.”

“Grandma is old and cant move fast” she chuckles at you.

“Well she does have to fly over her, like you and your dad did sweetie. Why were you over here?” you as her as you fiddle with her IV.

She gasps and says “the game! I missed the game.”

“The arsenal one? Were you guys over here to watch it?” you ask her.

“It was my first game, daddy saved up and finally was able to bring me over to watch my favourite team play. Did I miss it? Can I still go watch?” she asks you with wide eyes pleading.

You sit beside her hip on her bed and say softly “sweetie, your scans came back and I need to go in and fix your belly, we are going to do it now.”

“So i wont get to see the game?” she pouts.

You smile sadly and hold up your pinky and ask “I pinky promise when we’re done, I will come and watch the full game with you right here.”

She smiles and wraps her pinky around yours and says “deal.”

Before you can say anything more the surgical team walks in and you know its time to go, You turn to her and say “We’re going to take you in and put you to sleep and when you wake up we will get to watch Arsenal kick butt okay?”

She nods and says “okay.”

You follow the surgical team push her towards the OR, you help them transfer Kenzie over and you stay with her until she’s out. You move into the scrub room and pull out your phone, texting Leah like you did before every surgery, and told her that you would be in the OR and will update when you are done.

Almost 6 hours later you were sat beside Kenzie’s bedside, it was dark and quiet and you were not expecting her to be awake anytime soon but you wanted to be here when she did. It had started to get late and when your phone buzzed you knew it would be Leah. You saw it was and you turned and looked out into the quiet hallway and decided to take the phone call there.

You had been with Leah for almost 5 years, and it was the best 5 years of your life. You had been still a resident and Leah was gaining popularity and you both decided that you wanted to keep your relationship quieter. Leah was worried that some of her more enthusiastic fans would attempt to contact you through the hospital and she wanted to make sure that you were safe.

It was sweet and when the opportunity came up to be an attending at this hospital in the middle of London you jumped at the chance to be close to your fiancé. You had been at this hospital for 6 weeks and as far as you knew, no one was the wiser to if you were single or in a relationship. Which is why you would make sure no one was around before you answered a phone call from her.

“Hi babe” you greeted her when you picked up the phone call.

“Hi love, are you still working?” she asks with a chuckle.

“I am, I’m gonna stay here tonight actually.” you tell her with a soft smile, eyes on the sleeping form of Kenzie in front of you.

You can hear her moving and she says “Are you going to be in surgery all night?”

“no actually, this patient came in and I operated on her” you tell her softly. “She’s 8 and was here with her dad to watch your game, but she was hit by a car on the way to the stadium.”

“Oh, love, is she okay?” she asks softly. Your heart grows three times the size as she just immediately understands why you need to be here and why you cannot leave her.

You pause on answering when Kenzie moves in front of you, but when she settles you say softly to Leah “she’s all alone Lee and I promised to watch the game with her when she wakes up.”

“You’re amazing and I love you” she says “and I will miss you tonight.”

“I miss you too babe” you tell her with a soft smile.

You listen as she moves around and it sounds like she’s gotten into bed and she asks “can you stay on the line with me while I fall asleep?”

Smiling you move and adjust the chair so you are reclining as you softly ask “Do you have training tomorrow?”

“No.”

“Good, I will definitely be home tomorrow babe” you say softly.

“Mhmm I want you here” she sleepy says.

You stay on the line listening to her breathe evening out and you smile to your self, thinking about how much you love this woman. “Sleep tight babe, I love you.” you whisper when you hear her softly snoring you hang up the phone. Turning in the chair to settle into a light sleep.

It’s early in the morning when you hear Kenzie moving around in her bed in front of you. You open your eyes to see her eyes open looking around. You wait to see if she will fall back asleep but when her eyes lock on yours you says “Hi sweetie.”

“hi” she whispers.

You move to stand up and check her vitals and move your hand to check her incision site and you ask her “how are you feeling?”

“Tired” she answers softly.

“do you want to go back to sleep?” you ask her, and move your hand to tuck her hair behind her ear.

She shakes her head and says “Can we watch the game now?”

You chuckle and tell her “yeah? lets watch.”

You move the table over the end of the bed to be closer and you pull out your phone and find the recording of the game. You always set Leah’s games that you miss to be recorded so you can watch them back. You pull the chair closer and you set the phone up so you both can see. The first 15 minutes are quiet but when Arsenal scores one she gets excited and sits up more.

After the third goal she’s more animated and is excitedly talking about the game and the players. The game has made her feel a lot better and more like a little girl and you are happy that she seems to be doing better.

You are lost in thought watching when she says “holy crap thats Leah Williamson.”

You chuckle without taking your eyes off the screen and say “sweetie she’s been on the whole game.”

“No, she’s right there!” she shouts.

You turn and meet the eyes of your fiancé standing in the doorway of the hospital room with two coffees, she winks at you and says “I heard we had a fan here that wasn’t able to make it to the game.”

You pause the game and move to stand up and step closer to Leah and you say “this is Kenzie.”

“Hi Kenzie” Leah says and she hands you a coffee and brushes by you to stand beside the bed “are you watching the game back?”

“yeah, I missed it cause Dr. Y/N was operating on my belly.” Kenzie says, the smile bright on her face.

“she’s pretty Awesome” Leah says and then continues “Can I watch the rest with you?”

“Yes please!” Kenzie answers quickly with an excited smile.

“I guess you don’t need me anymore” you say with a chuckle.

Leah smirks at you and says “Sorry love.”

“It’s okay, you guys enjoy I am going to shower and change.” you tell them both. “Kenzie please make sure to ask Leah all the questions okay?”

“I will! She’s my favourite player.” Kenzie says with a smile and moves to press play on the TV as she says to Leah “What did the ref say to you there?”

You chuckle to yourself and move outside the room, and you stand on the outside of the window looking in and you feel your heart grow again watching as Leah and Kenzie both talk with their hands about the game and you can feel the smile growing on your face knowing it may be time to have a conversation with Leah about what you want next.

#woso imagines #woso x reader #woso imagine #leah williamson x reader #leah williamson imagine #leah williamson #engwnt x reader #engwnt imagines

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nataliescatorccioapologist · 3 months ago

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A Lottie Matthews Deep Dive/Character Analysis

Let’s talk about an enigmatic, other-worldly, lonely weird girl who may or may not be the leader of a cult.

General Information

Charlotte (Lottie) Matthews is played by Courtney Eaton and Simone Kessel on Yellowjackets. Lottie is 17 years-old at the start of the series in the teen timeline and approximately 43 years-old in the adult timeline. She grew up in the (fictional) town of Wiskayok, New Jersey.

She is described in the script as a “tightly wound, statuesque, lonely rich girl.” Lottie is gentle and soft-spoken until she finds her voice through her spirituality and leadership. She is deeply empathetic with a natural gift for guiding and helping others, but there is a darkness under the surface that she has been struggling to keep from taking over for her entire life.

Childhood and Relationship with Parents

Lottie is the only child of Malcolm and Emilia Matthews. Due to her father’s success in business, Lottie grew up in a very wealthy home (wealthy enough to have maids and to be able to afford a private plane). However this wealth came at a cost, as Lottie’s father’s busy work schedule resulted in him rarely being around. Lottie stated that her father buying the team a private plane was “basically his only form of parenting.” When Malcolm was around, it seems like he was cold, distant, and critical of Lottie.

We see that, as a child, Lottie often had strange “visions,” including a time in which she prevented her and her family from getting into a potentially fatal car crash.

The aftermath of this incident allows us to see how Lottie’s unusual behavior was handled by each of her parents when she was growing up. While Emilia seemed to believe that Lottie was had a “gift” and was connected to something greater, Malcolm was adamant that Lottie was “sick” and needed psychiatric help. Due to Malcolm’s influence and control in the family, it is clear that his mentality is the one that prevailed, and Lottie grew up believing that there was something wrong with her.

From what we have seen of Malcolm so far, it is clear that he was very controlling of Lottie and hyper focused on maintaining the family’s image. He is happy to take the reigns and make major life decisions for Lottie (including checking her into a psychiatric facility and agreeing to have her go through electroshock therapy) in order to maintain this spotless, prim and proper family picture. His insistence that Lottie needs to be “fixed” after she’s rescued says a lot about how he views Lottie and her trauma.

I believe Malcolm’s criticism and control of Lottie is to blame for her quiet, “tightly wound” and “statuesque” demeanor described in the script. She has learned to make herself presentable and acceptable, which means not using her voice and being rigid as she attempts to push down her natural thoughts and behaviors. I think it says a lot that Lottie regularly steals from TJ Maxx even though she definitely has the funds to afford pretty much anything she wants. It’s her subtle way of rebelling against her father’s control. Lottie has a strict set of standards she must live by, and stealing is her way of feeling free and unrestricted.

Mental Illness and Struggle to Appear ‘Normal’

Likely due to Malcolm’s insistence that something is wrong with Lottie, we see her taking Loxapine (an antipsychotic often prescribed to people diagnosed with schizophrenia) in the Pilot episode. Over the years, it does seem like Lottie deeply internalized her father’s beliefs about her mental state. We can see how fearful she appears when she’s counting how many pills she has left after the crash. She’s learned that the pills allow her to appear “acceptable,” and she’s ashamed of who she is without them due to her father’s emphasis that she is “sick.” I think that some part of Lottie is afraid of herself; she knows there is something in her, deep down, that is dangerous.

We can see this bubbling under the surface in the Pilot episode, as Lottie tries her best to appear normal and fit in with her classmates. I feel like her fashion sense in the first few episodes perfectly exemplifies this. In the Pilot episode, we see Lottie in cute little pigtails and, in the party scene, a cropped pink fuzzy sweater with a plaid mini skirt that looks like something Cher would wear in Clueless.

This is a popular style for a teenage girl in the 90s, but something about it feels inauthentic and slightly off when Lottie wears it. It looks more like a performance of what Lottie thinks a girl her age should be wearing rather than an actual representation of who she is. After the plane crash, Lottie initially clings to this look, but as she discovers her connection to spirituality, her clothing gradually evolves. She transitions from cropped brightly colored baby tees and preppy sweaters—notably echoing Jackie’s fashion sense—to long, flowing dresses. As an adult, she embraces bohemian kaftans and shawls. In these more eccentric and ethereal outfits, she appears much more relaxed and natural, contrasting with the rigidity she exhibits when trying to fit in.

We can see this in the way she talks, as well. She’s quiet and soft-spoken, at first, afraid what might happen if she expresses who she truly is, but we can see a hint of something a little more bold underneath (thinking of that amazing Danny Mears cousin comeback Lottie threw at Mari). As Lottie starts to believe in herself and her abilities, she starts to speak up more.

Laura Lee, The Wilderness, and Finding a Voice

Laura Lee is instrumental in Lottie’s development from quiet weird girl into the influential leader we see in the adult timeline. After the plane crash (and as Lottie’s meds run out), Lottie starts to have strange visions/hallucinations (including seeing a deer with shredded antlers, a red river, and smoke). At first, Lottie hides these visions as she likely has been doing her whole life due to her father’s insistence. But, once she confides in Laura Lee and Laura Lee actually believes her, we see Lottie’s view of herself begin to shift. Laura Lee is the first person to stand by her and insist that Lottie has a gift, and that her eccentricities are something to be proud of rather than ashamed of.

The baptism scene marks a major shift in Lottie’s character, as it is the beginning of Lottie’s connection to spirituality and “The Wilderness.” The mental illness rhetoric that her father has been feeding her her whole life is finally shattered, and a new image of herself is developing. This is only strengthened as Lottie’s visions begin to come true (Nat and Travis brining back the deer with the shredded antlers, Tai’s expedition group stumbling across a red river, the smoke from the flare gun Tai uses to scare off the wolves). As more people begin to believe in Lottie, we see her leading prayer circles, giving directions, and even standing up to Natalie when she challenges her. The Wilderness has finally allowed her to be her authentic self, which is why we see her so devastated when they are rescued.

Lottie’s selective mutism after they are rescued is representative of how important the Wilderness was to Lottie finding her voice. Now that The Wilderness is gone and Lottie is back to the real world (and back under her father’s thumb), her voice is gone with it. She went from being worshipped and being a leader to being strapped down, electrocuted, and held against her will in a psych ward.

Thankfully, Lottie finds her voice again as an adult, when she starts her wellness center (cult?).

Influence and Intentions

Lottie’s influence over others is undeniable. In the teen timeline, she managed to get an entire group of people who previously thought she was crazy to follow her every direction and worship her as a spiritual figure (including even the most extreme skeptics, Tai and Nat). In the adult timeline, she manages to get hundreds (possibly thousands) of people to devote their lives to her teachings and guidance. We can see just how magnetic Lottie is in the scene where the survivors reunite for the first time, the look of pure awe on Van’s face says it all:

Lottie has a lot of power, and, as the overused saying goes, with great power comes great responsibility. Lottie’s intentions are usually good. She wants to help and protect others, but her power and influence always ends up spiraling into something darker, resulting in disastrous consequences for her and those around her. She believes the Wilderness is protecting them, so she follows its lead in order to ensure the survival of her teammates. This results in cannibalistic rituals and a descent into complete primacy. She wants to help Shauna release her rage, so she lets her nearly beat her to death. This causes the group to do the card draw to save her life, which results in Javi’s death. She wants to help Travis reconnect with the Wilderness so that he can put an end to the visions that are tormenting him, which results in his death. She wants to save Nat’s life, so she kidnaps her and keeps her against her will at her compound. She wants to have one more hunt to appease the Wilderness and end the suffering she and the rest of the survivors are experiencing, which results in Nat’s death.

Lottie even has good intentions in crowning Nat as the new Antler Queen. Lottie sees how much her power has become warped and misguided after the group kills Javi to save her, so she chooses the most grounded and skeptical person of the group, Nat, as the new leader in an attempt to lead the group away from the dark path they are following. However, she doesn’t realize the burden she is placing on Nat, crowning her the leader right as the group has descended into something more evil and primal. She has taken the weight of the groups sins and placed it onto Nat, whose sanity is already clearly beginning to deteriorate. I imagine that Lottie’s well-intentioned decision to crown Nat as the new leader will spiral just as the rest of her intentions do, and more people will die and/or suffer as a result.

The Dark Side of Lottie

While Lottie is generally a gentle person, we’ve seen hints of a much darker version of herself come to the surface. The first time we really see this shift is Doomcoming, when Lottie locks Jackie in the pantry and hunts Travis down with the intention to kill him. Lottie’s laughter when Nat pushes her to the ground is definitely chilling and shows us that there is an unhinged side of Lottie that is capable of hurting people.

We see this again when Lottie insists on reinstating the hunt in the adult timeline, as she becomes insistent that she or one of the other survivors must die to appease the Wilderness. It’s definitely unsettling to see the crazed look in her eyes as she’s shuffling the cards for the hunt and after Callie shoots her in the adult timeline.

The circumstances around Travis’ death are still suspicious, as well. Was Lottie telling Nat the truth? Or did the dark side of her take over and intentionally sacrifice Travis to the Wilderness? And why did she drain his bank account after his death? And there are certainly some ethical concerns surrounding Lottie’s wellness center. Is Lottie preying on the trauma and vulnerability of her patients at the wellness center? Cutting them off from the outside world and their families and having them devote their lives to her is kind of creepy manipulative cult-leader behavior. And is there some part of Lottie that enjoys the power she holds over her patients at the compound? Was there some part of her that enjoyed having power over the group in the wilderness?

Lottie has been trying to push down and hide this unhinged side of herself for her whole life. While adult Lottie is more sure of herself and confident than we have ever known her before, she is still struggling with the same battle she was before the plane crash. Lottie is still confining a part of herself that she feels is dangerous. She still worries about her impact on others and her ability to hurt people. We see that Lottie has been in therapy for years. She’s back on the meds, and she’s pushing down the side of herself that believes in the Wilderness. She insists that the visions and feelings she is having are not real. We can see how afraid she is of that primal side of herself reemerging during the hypnosis scene with Nat.

The fear on her face when she realizes she's stepping back into that Antler Queen role is palpable. She doesn't want to step back into that role, but feels like it is out of her control. When the other survivors arrive at her compound, she initially wants them to leave, fearing her own reaction if she is around them for too long. However, her fear isn't enough to stop her from returning to her old ways, and, unfortunately, her allegiance to the Wilderness has fatal consequences in the Season 2 finale.

Season 3

In the aftermath of Nat's death in the adult timeline and Lottie usurping her leadership to Nat in the teen timeline, I think Season 3 will see some major shifts in Lottie. In the wilderness, she will have to grapple with no longer being the leader of the group, and the potential loss of purpose and direction that goes along with that. How will she feel watching Nat lead the group that used to worship her? Will she agree with Nat's decisions? Will the group still have allegiance to her over Nat? What is Lottie's relationship with the Wilderness like now that, according to her, she can't "hear it" anymore? Is Lottie the one under the Antler Queen hood after all?

In the adult timeline, Lottie will have to come to terms with the fact that she is partially responsible for Nat's death and the guilt and regret that may come along with that. There is also a high likelihood that she will be sent to a psychiatric hospital after the events of Season 2, so we may see her trying to once again reconcile the part of herself that wants to accept that she is mentally ill and the part of herself that truly believes in the Wilderness entity. We have also seen a casting for "Mr. Matthews" in Season 3, which likely means we will see the return of Lottie's father. Seeing her dynamic with her father as an adult will be very interesting. Will she fall back under his control? Or will she speak up and fight back against him this time? What will Lottie's relationships with the other Yellowjackets look like now?

Anyways, Lottie is a tragic, tormented character and I absolutely love her and all of her weirdness. I can't wait to see what Season 3 has in store for her.

#yap session part 2 #van is next yall #if you made it through this whole thing i love you but i am also concerned for you #yellowjackets #lottie matthews #lottie yellowjackets #courtney eaton #simone kessell #yellowjackets season 3 #yj #character analysis #laura lee yellowjackets #laura lee

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ailius-suffers-through-art · 24 days ago

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band au now. Here it is. God damn it.

So anyways this is all Emmy’s fault. Girlie just wanted her own rock band and made it everyone else’s problem. Now there’s a group of mid-twenties to forty somethings trying to relive the glory days.

On another day:

And lastly:

And to top it all off I have a relationship sheet. Sometimes you think Desmond is baby girl, sometimes you remember that by curious village he’s a 43 year old man. Sometimes that doesn’t stop him from being babygirl. He’s like the trap of the group, where teens will see edits of him online and start stanning him. Bro doesn’t know what that means and is too scared to bother finding out. Emmy finds it hilarious.

In this au, Desmond works as a renowned archeology professor with a loving wife and a daughter under a fake identity. His relationship with his father is none-existent, having cut all contact in his teens. His brother, Theodore, was taken by child-protective services in his youth and doesn’t remember Des at all.

Emmy, is a journalist for the company, Targent. She used to travel the world in search of good stories, but recently settled down in the area to follow the story of a famous archeology professor, one Hershel Layton. She also recently connected with her cousin Desmond. He is unhappy about this.

Clive, is also a journalist for a competitor company, World Times. He and Emmy were fast friends due to their mutual love of compelling stories and teasing. They get drunk on Saturdays and complain/gossip to each other. He seems to have a vendetta against a local politician, Bill Hawks, but Emmy can’t quite pin down why.

Bloom is a local investigator on the force who keeps the police in line with Targent’s goals. He influences the top brass and the police’s young prodigy. He and Emmy see each other often during Targent briefings and are close workmates, though not entirely by his choice.

anyways that’s all from me idk man that original drawing of Clive wasn’t supposed to have lore

#professor layton #clive dove #emmy altava #desmond sycamore #jean descole #clive albatross #luke triton #hershel layton #leonard bloom #azran legacy spoilers #professor layton spoilers #professor layton series #detective inspector leonard bloom #original art #Layton Weezer au #yep #that’s gonna be the main tag for this au #I’m not sorry

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spookykoolkat · 1 year ago

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eddie m. – you're just so sweet

MDNI!!!! 18+ only! read at ur own risk!

chapter 1: that damn bikini

part two here | main masterlist

dad's friend!eddie munson x daughter!plussize reader

na: first eddie munsons x reader smut, and i'm excited! more parts to this series of course, but pls let me know ur thoughts! suggestions for the next part or upcoming parts, i love feedback!!

warnings: age gap (18 years), reader is 25, eddie is 43, mentions of self image issues, foreplay (fingering), dirty talk, talks of oral sex (f receiving), talks of penetration (p in v), and more!

Wrong. It's just wrong, and you knew why. Eddie had been around for the longest time. Every family party, every dinner, every birthday. He watched you be sent off to college by your parents, he watched you turn eighteen, he watched you learn how to drive, and he watched you turn into a woman. The thing you hated was the fact that he never looked at you the way you wanted him to, and you tried since you turned 18.

It was so annoying. He saw you grow into a woman yet still paid no mind to the little girl in the house, focusing on his friendship with your parents, more specifically your father. Now, you're back from living in California for a week just in time for your mother's birthday. She was turning 47, your dad standing at 50, and Eddie standing at 43. And here you were, at the store at a whopping 25 years old, buying booze for the parents and the parents friends. You handed the cashier a crisp 100 dollar bill and took the brown paper bag after being handed your change and receipt.

Get your shit together.

It's been a long day, and it's going to be an even longer night, especially with Eddie being inevitably being there. It's been almost 5 years since Eddie last saw you, and now it's become clear you've grown into yourself. You were bigger—everywhere. Bigger breasts, bigger thighs, bigger stomach, bigger arms, bigger ass—anything that could've grown, grew times five. You embraced your weight, your lifestyle, your body, and you knew that no matter what you looked like, you felt like you. But the closer you approached your parents very large house, the closer you felt you were walking into a bear trap willingly. There was a part of you that appreciated the fact that your father's friend wasn't a creep. He wasn't counting down the days you turned 18, like you thought. You thought maybe you'd turn 18 and that he'd try dropping hints, or acknowledging you in the way you wanted. But nothing.

It was maddening. The last time you saw him was on Christmas break from college, and he gifted you a bracelet with your UNI colors. Innocent, small gift to show he cared about you, but also almost setting a boundary.

But now pulling into your family's neighborhood, you spot the house you grew up in and the four cars parked out in front. One black truck belonging to Eddie himself, the other three belonging to your mom and dad. You wondered if he was still the punk rock, shirtless auto-mechanic, guitar playing Eddie. Maybe he'd grown out of the black nail polish and long shag he had, maybe he'd become a business man rather than an occasional entertainer by night and a body shop owner by day. You knew Eddie had been a metalhead since his high school days, you overheard conversations about his bandmates who were also his high school friends, about his endless partying and drinking era, you heard everything. It made you wonder if you had been in high school when he was, would he have looked your way?

"It's fine, it's just a week. You can do this," you breathed, parking on the curb and grabbing your purse and the bag of booze, stepping out into the humid hot air of Texas.

The entire walk to the front door was like walking on pins and needles, it was agonizing because the entire time you were imagining just what Eddie would say seeing you. It wasn't that you had never met another man, you weren't a virgin and hadn't been for a long time. It was the fact that every man you fucked, you were bored. It was abrupt, painful and not good pain, dry, no effort, no foreplay, no love. You hated it, but still indulged for something to scratch the itch you had.

You knocked on the door and three seconds later, it opens to your mothers face.

"Oh, baby doll you're here!" She squeals, her short frame hugging you tight as you hug her back

"Happy birthday mama, I love you," You say and kiss her head. That's when you look up and see him. He was exactly the same. Sporting a wife beater with a very worn black flannel and black cargo pants, his hair curly and long still in his shapely shag, his eyes wide and puppy like as he stares you down as if he'd never seen you before. To be fair, he never saw you like this. Eddie Munson never looked at you as anything more than his friends daughter, his buddy's kid.

"Hey kid," He said, sporting a small smile as he soaks you up. Eddie was even a little confused, wondering why he himself was taking in your person more than usual. He was a single man in his early forties, still refusing to get with a woman if she doesn't at least know a single metal song. He had standards, they were low, but standards by any means.

Your mother lets go and grabs the bag of booze, releasing you to greet Eddie. You go to embrace him, your face hitting his silver chains sitting on his sternum.

"Hey Munson," You said, a small smile in your voice and he wraps his arms around you tight, lifting you off your feet like you were a kid and spun you.

"That really you kid? Didn't even recognize you with the new bling on your face," he joked, setting you to stand on your feet with his help of stabilizing you.

He poked the new metal through your face on both eyebrows and your septum. He flicks them with an intrigued gaze, and you swat his hand.

"Yeah, guess I'm just like someone I know," and you take your finger to flick at his single brow piercing he got over the years. You always admired his accessories, as you called them. His tattoos, his piercing, his scars, his rings. You remembered when you spent days looking out your window at the man who was your neighbor, mowing your and his lawn, plucking weeds, and even occasional gardening. You saw the way he sweat and how it made his tattoos glossy, wanting to trace over all of them with just your fingers.

"Mm, I'm flattered sweetheart. Taking after your old man huh?" He said as he finally took a small glance at your body. You noticed of course, but he thought he was slick as ice.

"Something like that. Just coming into my own." You smile, backing up a little as you remembered your bags.

"Yeah, that I can tell," he mumbles under his breath.

"Huh?" You asked, hearing a small grumble from him that he didn't expect you to hear.

"Oh, uh, you have your bags right? I'll get em for you. You just sit and look pretty," He grins, gliding past you fast enough for you to get a whiff of the smell of weed and cologne and smoke. You almost felt like a cartoon character smelling a pie from a window sill, how were you going to do this?

He wasn't sure the emotions he was feeling as of now were appropriate or not. As he opened the trunk of your small car, he pulled the pink suitcase out as well as a black backpack you had. Packing light, he noticed. How long were you staying? And how did you turn into a woman over night?

He was ashamed to admit to himself he thought about feeling every curve of your body when he had his arms around you. Fighting the urge, he resulted to the lift and spin. Eddie never looked at anyone at all. Let alone a woman almost twenty years younger than him. He was cursing at himself every step back into the house after shutting the trunk, telling himself to cool it, relax.

"I can take them up to my room, thank you." You said looking up at him, reaching for the handle of the suitcase.

"Nah, no can do, who would I be if I let you do this yourself?" He shunned, nudging your hand away with his elbow, his hand gripping the strap of the backpack.

Eddie decided to drag your suitcase up the stairs while humming to some song that didn't ring a bell for you, and you followed. You weren't as nervous anymore, not feeling any need to be. You knew nothing would happen between you two, and you were, not happy about it, but okay about it.

"Where to, madam?" He asked, stopping in the hall of where four doors are.

"Straight down, first door to the right." You announced, scooting past him to lead into the room. When you made your way past him, he felt the graze of your hips hitting his, and the whiff of a sweet smelling fragrance, something close to something citrusy. You were tempting him and you didn't even know.

He wasn't stupid. He noticed you didn't look how you did before. He noticed the weight gain but with the weight, came height, and with height came growth everywhere. It was true what they said about turning 25, the second growth spurt turned you into the person you'll be for a while. And he noticed yours. But Eddie—he didn't see it the way your mother did, or even your old friends.

"We should go to the gym together, maybe start our diets at the same time."

"You're not sad are you? You're getting big, baby."

"You ever asked your doctor about how to lose weight?"

"What happened, mami? You used to be so skinny!"

He finally saw you. You were a fucking woman. You acted like it too, he heard it in your voice, saw it in your face. He saw it in your clothes, in your curves, the thickness you had everywhere. He almost salivated at it until you started trying to snap him out of his daze.

"You can put them right there, I said," You repeated, and Eddie gave a small breathy chuckle as he nodded and walked into the pink room filled with stuffed animals, posters, knick knacks and figurines.

"Nice room, missy." He said, setting down your backpack on the vanity chair pushed into the large desk.

"Didn't know you were such a fan of pink, ya know. You screamed more," He stopped and paused to think, pointer finger tapping his chin.

"I'll say light blue. More oceanic, lochness monster type thing." He said, making his way to the door. He noticed the reality of being a grown man in her childhood bedroom, and decided this was enough boundary pushing. You didn't know how sexy his aesthetic would be clashing against your girly pink room, seeing him so out of place was almost enjoyable.

"Well, let me know if you need anything, I'll be helping your parents set up everything for this ragerrrr," He says, sticking his tongue out and putting his fingers up to form the rockstar pose, bored.

"Right. I'll help too I just-" You started but he shook his head dramatically.

"Uh uh, I'm the guest, I'll help. You just get dressed so your mom doesn't flip on you for being late to her birthday party," he pointed at you and shot a small finger gun, making you laugh softly.

"Yeah, okay. See you," you said and he nodded,

"Back at you."

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The pool was already being used by your guests, your mothers friends, their spouses and two to three kids playing in the grass. You watched from the window on the second floor facing the large backyard with people much older than you, drinking, socializing, and your father on the barbecue pit with Eddie Munson himself beside him. His sleeves were rolled up with a rag hanging out of his back pocket just like a chain in his other.

You were done getting ready at this time, three in the afternoon, and really all you did was put on a red two piece, a knitted black halter dress over, and some black platform sandals. Your hair was kept in a high bun with a clip and your face only had a touch of blush and lip gloss. You figured a full face would be a bit ridiculous since you plan on getting in the water and laying by the pool. You grabbed a towel from your closet and started to head out to the backyard.

"You're here!!" One of your mothers friends shouted the minute you slid open the backdoor, a smiling woman heading your way to pinch your cheeks and ask you all about college.

While you were distracted, Eddie followed as his eyes led him to you. Your father was talking his ear off and the minute his eyes reached you, it all sounded like he was underwater. No music, no chit chat, no birds. He heard nothing but gargles and muted voices as he watched you greet the older women. For Eddie, it felt like everything was in slow motion.

Even slower when you finally broke free from the women and made your way to an empty side of the pool.

"Ed, turn the fucking burger," Your father nudged Eddie, forcing him to whip his head around to the burning meat on the grill to flip and let the other side cook. He couldn't be doing this, he couldn't be watching you the way he was but the minute your father leaves to get another beer, his eyes went searching for you again. And when he found you, he felt his heart sink.

You stood there at the edge of the pool, in a tied up two piece bikini that was fire red, your arms up as your hands dance in your hair to pull the clip from within. The groan he let out was almost something he couldn't tell actually happened or not, but it was a low guttural groan. A hungry groan. He almost looked around to see if anyone saw what he saw, but realized everyone here is pushing 50. Of course they wouldn't be looking. But he was, and he was angry.

How dare you walk out in something of that nature? Skimpy, small, two pieces of cloth practically hiding nothing. Eddie could not pull his eyes off of you, and he didn't want to. It truly felt like he didn't know you, he didn't know this woman. He only knew you as the kid who rode on her bike in the early 2000s.

But that wasn't you anymore. You had a degree, you had a job, you drank and did drugs, you've had sex—a lot. You weren't a kid anymore, and he saw it now. He took particular interest in the way the bikini top did you so much justice, the way the fabric was pressed into your skin made him itch to rub himself in the way you had. He was enamored with you, with every step you took, your skin jiggled and moved. He liked seeing you like this more than he'd like to admit, he was enjoying this little show you didn't even know you were putting on. Without realizing, Eddie started ferociously eating the bag of chips that sat next to him, watching your every move as you test the waters with your toes, adjusting your bathing suit so you wouldn't flash anyone. His eyes were drowned in lust and want, and he was thinking about everything but your body in his hands so his little Eddie wouldn't tell on himself.

"Alright, they're done. Put em in the pan and take them inside," Your father ordered just as you had turned to walk towards the stairs of the pool. Eddie found himself distracted, by his own daughter, and moved the bag of chips to face his friend.

"Right, er, let me get them set," Eddie spoke, placing all the meat in the pan and taking them to be put inside so your mother can dress them and set up the food table.

You on the other hand, watched as he took them inside. Your feet dipping into the pool as he finally entered the house, you decided to fully submerge yourself just for a bit so you could get the heat off of you for a second, you'd do anything to get out of this heat. It wasn't like Cali, the air was dry and hot but this, Texas heat ruined you. The humidity, the heat, and the quality of air just did not mix well. The minute you came up, he was right back out again, drinking his beer and talking with your father. Your hands go to clear your face and rub your hands to slick back your hair, deciding to swim about a little as people start to clear the pool area to go and eat or drink more.

You enjoyed the emptiness of the pool and the sound of music blasting in the background, you ended up getting a little too relaxed and started to float mindlessly, letting your body lift with no hesitation.

Eddie decided to go home to change out of his clothes, the ones before him smelling like barbecue and rust. As he walks past the pool to go home, his eyes rake over your loose body now. Your eyes were closed and your arms were spread out, floating and relaxing, and he loved it.

When he got home, he put on a simple black tee with his faded leather jacket, black straight let jeans and his regular boots he wore without a fail. It was fast, quick, he wanted to return as fast as possible after cleaning up a bit and see you again. The fact that no conversation has really been ignited between the two of you was kind of bothering him, so once he came back he looked to find you out of the pool, lounging on one of the long white chairs lined against the right side of the pool. How odd did he feel sitting in the chair next to you layered in clothes, while you were two tugs away at being naked and bare. He did it anyways.

"You gonna stare or say something?" You asked, your hands blocking the sun from your eyes as you opened them to turn to his face.

"You remembered to use sunscreen?" He asked awkwardly. You raised an eyebrow.

"Uh, yeah. Did you remember it's one hundred degrees in Texas and you're wearing all black. And a leather jacket?" You asked in a snarky tone, closing your eyes and letting your arm fall to your side.

"Mmm, I don't dress for the weather sweetness," The pet names were just pouring from his mouth at this point. He didn't want just to call you sweetheart and doll. He wanted to call you these things while you called out for him, against him.

"I see that."

"Don't think I've ever seen this set before," he said lowly, looking around almost to see if anyone heard him.

You did though. It made you curious. How couldn't it? He noticed your bathing suit, or lack thereof, and noticed your body. He'd been watching you.

"S' new, got it when I grew out of my other one. Didn't cover what I needed to hide so," You trailed off, eyes closed yet still feeling his wide eyes on you, and your body that carried rolls and cellulite, stretch marks and prominent tummy. You almost got a little self conscious being under his gaze, but still you trusted that he had no desire to you for any reason. He was just your fathers friend checking up on his friend's daughter, innocent, simple.

"Can't imagine what the other one looked like if it didn't cover anything up," the tone in his voice sounded different. More, protective? Possessive? Maybe you were deluding yourself of what you were hearing, maybe he just wanted to be an asshole and tell you to cover up more.

"What's that supposed to mean?" You asked, blocking the sun from your eyes again to glance at Eddie. He's sitting facing you, his elbows on his knees with a drink in his hand.

"Nothing doll, I'll let you get back to your... whatever it is you're doing," He stood up and motioned with his hand, then left like nothing. Except it wasn't nothing. Except he had your full body engrained in his mind, replaying the mental screenshot he took, drinking you in as he walked towards the back of the yard, watching everyone including you. You went back to tanning, laying in the sun to earn a small change in your skin tone, something you don't do often because you never have the chance.

Eddie on the other hand did everything in his power to avoid his gaze from landing on you. He found himself growing a little obsessed with the way your body moved in that sad excuse of a bikini, how your breasts threatened to push themselves out of your top, how the curve of your ass kept the bikini bottom in place with every movement. He made a mental note of the way your stomach looked, how a bit of your lower tummy showed past the designated area of the small bottom, how pretty his hands would look squeezing and touching it while his head was sitting between your thighs. He thought you were gorgeous, there was no way a girl like you existed right under his nose. But Eddie never failed to keep his eyes on you, studying you, admiring you, wanting you.

As the party went on, it seemed like it got even more heated. By 7PM, the friends with kids were gone, and the friends who had nothing else to do were still drinking and dancing. You saw your mom in the crowd with your father, dancing as they pleased. You pretty much stayed by the pool all day, making it harder for Eddie to focus on the women trying to get him to talk. But you avoided Eddie's gaze even though you knew it stayed on you the entire day. It kind of bugged you honestly, you truly wondered why he'd be staring at you for so long if there was no attraction there.

"Yeah, uh, work's fine," He mumbled to the woman who looked about like she was in her late 30s, someone age appropriate. She wasn't ugly of course, he actually found her pretty cute, but he knew you were right there. The light of the sun going down dimming and shining golden on you made you look like you were godsend. Lying out with a knee raised and an arm thrown over your face, you felt tired and almost drained by the sun, but he kept watch.

"So-"

"Listen, you're really cute and I think if things were different, I'd be waaaaay more into this. It's not you, it's me?" He said, kind of shimmying away from this lady and on his way to get another beer.

While he dug in the coolers for a cold bottle, he sees a hand reach down and grab a Corona, one that he traced back to your body. His eyes raked over your body up close as he was trying to meet your eyes, and as he looked up at you from his crouched position, he let out a small, shy chuckle.

"Hey," He said as he pulled out a Bud Light, opening it swiftly with his shirt as he rose to his normal stature.

"Hiya," You stated. You were standing in your halter dress again, platforms hanging off two of your fingers with a beer in the other hand. It was a bit cooler at night, less humid, and your feet touched the bare grass as you stood.

"You're not a pool person huh? I know you have a pool at your place, don't use it much do you?" You asked, a little bit of a buzz coursing through your body after your third beer.

Eddie takes the beer from you, setting his down and opening yours before handing it back to you. He picks his up again and takes a swig while looking at you through the bottle.

"You watchin' me, aren't you?" He smiled, the rings on his fingers squeezing the neck of the bottle. All you could really think about was the way that hand would look squeezing all over your body, feeling the metal against you, how large his hands were compared to yours. You couldn't tell if it was the Texas heat making you hot or the thought of him fucking into you with his ringed hand squeezing your throat.

"Probably not as much as you were today, but, ya know. Just a little," The confidence raked through you more than usual and he noticed. But Eddie loved it. The coolers were a little more in a solitary area, many of the people still here are in the opposite direction, drunk and dancing. The two of you stood across from each other, cooler length apart. Eddie took his time gazing at you up close before he answered.

"Sorry for that, I, uh, I didn't think you'd notice." Eddie said shamefully, tapping his ring against the bottle as he rubbed the back of his neck.

"I actually didn't think you'd notice." You said, emphasizing a certain syllable.

He scrunched his eyebrows at you, tilting his head like a puppy,

"Notice what exactly?" He asked and you took a swig of your beer before answering.

"Me. You know, the fact that I'm not a kid anymore. But I think you did notice. You think I look ridiculous huh?" You laugh, shaking your head until he softly grabs your face, turning you to him. He wasn't laughing. Eddie 'the freak' Munson wasn't laughing at a self degrading joke, something he practically trademarked.

"Why would I think you look ridiculous?" He asked, searching your face for the answers if you decided to not reply.

"In this little bathing suit, when I'm like, two sizes too big to probably wear stuff like this," You said honestly, knowing it took you a bit to wear things like a two piece. You look down at yourself, seeing the top of your breasts and protruding stomach, all of the sudden feeling a little insecure to be around Eddie.

"At least that's what everyone says, but I don't really pay much attention to them. I like myself." You finished and looked up at him to be searching you like he was looking for something.

"You don't look ridiculous, princess," He took a breath and moved his hand to touch the crease of your waist briefly.

"You look, yeah I mean, you look real pretty like this. Grew into your own person. Nothin' more sexy than that," He earned a laugh from you, your hand touching him ever so slightly that he could feel a small jolt of electricity.

"So you think I'm sexy?" You remarked with a smile, eyeing him as he eyed you.

"You don't even wanna know, sweetheart." He said honestly. You really didn't, you really didn't want to know how much he wanted to fuck you in your pool so he could watch your tits bounce out of that top.

"Why not?" You asked, sipping again.

"Cus I'm an old man, my opinion doesn't matter. It's those younger men your age that matter." He said, trying to save himself from a situation he can't come back from.

"I guess so. You know, college guys are so... odd. Maybe just guys in general. Didn't realize how many chubby chasers there were until after the fact. But, I don't know, I haven't been focused on that really," you mentioned as you leaned against the brick wall to steady yourself. You took another drink out of your bottle, and he watched you.

"Why not, these guys not doing it for you or what?" He joked, pulling out a joint from his leather pocket and you smiled.

"They're just.. mmph, this is embarrassing but they're just not, skilled? I mean, can I be honest? Like you're a guy, older, and you know, I guess," You rambled, unsure how to phrase the question as he sparks up.

"Mm I love honesty, hit me," He pulled a long drag from the joint, inhaling and passing to you. Yes, he was getting high with a 25 year old, and he knew how it sounded. But this time was different, because he saw you as a woman and not just his friend's daughter.

"Well, okay. Well. Um. Fuck okay. The only way I'm able to cum or like, orgasm or whatever, is when I'm making myself do it. The guys I've fucked were kind of like— it didn't take longer than 15 minutes. Sometimes not even 10. I guess I'm tired of being like, their token fat girl to sleep with. Feels like I'll never know what enjoyable sex is like," You sort of mumbled the last part, taking the J and hitting it twice, passing it back to Eddie, only Eddie doesn't take it. He's kind of stuck actually.

Here you were, telling him you'd never been pleasured in the way you deserved because these new 'men' couldn't care less about you? That every sexual encounter you had was a mere loss, probably making you feel dirty and gross after.

"Eddie?" You asked and he shook out his thoughts, taking the joint and sitting on the cooler next to you as you stood on the other side of the cooler.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make it awkward or-" You started but he hummed.

"No, not at all. Just that—I mean really? They never made you cum?" His tone shifted, it was like he was becoming feral at the thought.

"I, no. Been living my life like this, yes I know. But. It's fine, kinda accepted I'll be the only one making myself cum." You noted, looking around to see if there was anyone and there wasn't. They were all towards the back of the yard, which was sort of hidden from this angle. You took back the joint from his hand, and once you put it between your lips, Eddie got up and basically pinned you against himself and the brick wall.

"I think, that maybe, just maybe all these guys you're fucking aren't what you need, doll." He breathed, his breath a mixture of weed and beer. He was too far gone to control himself, to not press against you, to not feel you. He needed you in that moment, and he needed to prove to you that you are not the token fat girl. That you are not a fetish, you are not a lifestyle choice. He needed to show you what it was like to feel pleasured, and to feel needed at the same time.

"You're right." You took a hit from the joint, blowing the smoke in his face looking to search his expression. He almost seemed angry, or bothered. It wasn't abnormal for him but, you couldn't tell if it was at you. This was your moment though, a moment of opportunity to really show him that you'd been chasing after him since you were 18. You pull the joint from your lips and place them between his.

"I think I need a man. Preferably someone in their forties, who smokes weed and listens to metal bands, maybe someone who even lived right next door to me." You mocked, suddenly getting a burst of confidence as his eyes go dark and he takes a drag from the joint, blowing it in another direction.

"How long have you needed this man, hm?" He asked keenly after putting the joint out on the wall behind you. His nose dipped down to the crease of where your neck and jaw meet, smelling you ever so slightly. His hands are placed on either side of you, his chest basically pressing against yours as you realize you're trapped in his grasp right now, with nothing but two pieces of fabric covering you up.

"A long time." You admitted and his lips go down, pressing into your collarbone as you sighed. Was this real? Was he really kissing the skin you dreamed of him kissing? Did he truly want you? You wished maybe it'd gone different, maybe you wouldn't have wanted him inside you at your mothers birthday party, but who are you to decide when things happen?

"Such a sweet girl. I've been, fighting myself this whole night. Been trying to avoid being near you before anyone noticed I was eye fucking you. You are the fucking definition of temptation. You fucking reek of sex. You're just," he paused and kissed more over the skin of your chest, stopping at the crook of your neck.

"You're so fucking beautiful too, so sexy, so fucking sexy. I wanna feel you baby, let me feel you, let me fill you." He whispered, his hands going from either side of you to your wide hips, squeezing softly as he caresses the skin behind your knitted dress.

"I'll be whatever you need me to be, princess, you ask and you will receive." He kept his hands steady on your waist, regardless of how much he wanted to feel all of you in his hands right fucking now against this wall. At this point, he moved his hands to rub the sides of your body, tracing every curve with his hands.

"I need, fuck Eddie I need you. I always have. Please," you nearly begged, the weed in your system making it easier to drown out your surroundings while his hand snaked down to the front of your bikini.

"Yeah? You'd let me take you right here against this wall? Keep you quiet with these little bottoms you got on," He growls, dipping down into your bikini to rub your mound as he goes lower and lower. Your mouth fixed into an 'O', moaning and humming as his fingers danced around your cunt.

"Didn't know my baby was so soft, or how much you craved me. Let me make you feel good princess, let me ruin you and show you just how good it can be." You couldn't speak, all you could do was whine and nod.

"Aw baby, that was cute. With words sweetheart, need to hear ya with words," He taunts, his finger teasing over your wet slit. His nose is pressed up against your neck, his tongue sliding over the skin below your ear as he uses his other hand to grab your ass.

"Please, Eds, I need you. Show me, show me everything please," you begged, your back sliding down the brick a bit before he stops you, holding you in place with his other hand.

"You want it right here, pretty girl? Right where anyone could see? Want me to finger fuck you in your own backyard?" He growled almost, sending a wave of pleasure through you when he finally rubs two digits all over your wet pussy.

"Yes, god yes I don't give a fuck, I need you inside me," You cried, your arms going up around his neck to steady yourself once you feel his fingers spread your lips and rub around your labia and your clit. You knew he knew what he was doing, he'd done this before and knew the way to drive women crazy. What you didn't know was that you were equally driving each other crazy. Your subconscious whines and pleads, the way you were almost grinding against his hand, you tugging and pulling his body closer as you feel the small butterfly feeling in your tummy. Everything you were doing was perfect, you were absolute perfection to him. He didn't know he craved you this bad until you were moaning his name, asking—no, begging him for more.

"Mm, my baby needs me stretching this hole out huh? Let's see how you take my fingers, baby, then we'll see if you'll let me fit inside this pretty pussy," He said moving his head from your neck to see his fingers working your clit in your bottoms. He moved his head again to look at you and the expression on your face, and he knew it was a mistake because he could've blown his load right there. Eddie hadn't even started finger fucking you yet you were already soaked, face red and hot, hair disheveled and your mouth agape. You honestly put him in a trance, he'd do absolutely anything for you.

Eddie teased a bit more until your eyes started to turn glossy, your breaths were getting heavier and the minute you inhaled again, he sunk his two digits into your hole and watched with an open mouthed smile as you threw your head back against the brick and squirmed.

"Ahhh, there she is. Look at you," He said proudly, beginning to slowly move his fingers in and out of you, giving you time to adjust. Eddie knows you're not a virgin, but it sure fucking feels like it.

"Such a big girl, doing so good for me taking my fingers like this. You look so pretty like this yaknow'? Can't believe nobody's made you cum the way you deserve, and that it's gonna be me showing you how enjoyable sex can truly be," He was so genuine, you could tell.

"Eddie, fuck, please please fuck me, I need your dick," You begged softly and he bit his lip, groaning with you.

You felt his hardened cock straining against his pants as he pulled himself closer to you, adding an edge to your pleasure because you got nervous. Your daddy's friend is standing pressed against you in hardly nothing with his fingers stretching you out, your wetness dripping down Eddie's hand the faster and deeper he goes.

"Yeah? You need my dick, baby? Gonna be a good girl for me and make a mess all over my dick?" He asked, moving his other hand to grope your chest. He got a little fed up with the knitted dress you wore and pulled it to the side to free your breast, snatching the bikini top to the side to let your tit fall out gracefully. He was fucking in love. The way your body jerked against his hand made your body move with it, jiggling and moving in a way he only imagined it would look when he fucks into you from below.

"Please, Eddie, I wan' it, you're gonna make me, ugh fuck, can I please cum?" You begged, your eyes meeting his. He was just watching you, listening to your moans being muffled by the music that seems to never stop playing. Until he dipped his head down and started to suck on the skin of your tit, fixing his lips and tongue to wrap around your hardened nipple. He tugged, bit, sucked all on your tit until he formed purple bruises on it. He didn't have the words to describe the feeling he had right now, he felt like he died and went to heaven watching you squirm and hearing your voice beg for him. Eddie had never felt this urge and eagerness to slip inside someone as bad as he wanted to right now, to sit you down on his lap and fuck into you like that, or to press you against this wall and take you from behind. He never had the desire to truly fuck someone the way he wanted to, never knew what buttons to push for someone to want him the way he wanted others. But you, you wanted him in a way that was sinful to anyone who heard or witnessed it.

You needed him to ruin you, to fill you up with his cum, to make you his.

"Fuck, my pretty girl wants to give me her cum? That it? You can do whatever you want baby, cum all on my fuckin' fingers right fucking now," He snarled as he took his mouth from your tit, to your ear, almost grinding his own hard on against the crevice of your hip. You felt him take his thumb and rub on your clit, leaving your holes empty until you started clenching on air.

"Eddie! Are you still here?" You both heard a voice from up top, your father on the balcony looking over to scan the yard. You looked up and saw him basically right on top of you, and you looked to Eddie with wide eyes as his fingers still worked on your clit.

"Don't let daddy hear you baby, cum on my fingers for me, be a good girl for me. Show me how much you want me to fuck you into my bed," He picked the pace up and held you tight as he noticed you were starting to come undone.

"Eddiee, fuck Eddie I'm-" You were kind of loud, so he pressed his lips against yours when he slid his fingers back in, feel you tighten around him as you gripped his waist, kissing him back but moaning into his mouth once you felt yourself let go.

But he didn't stop kissing you. He kept his lips on yours, almost locked in a trance as he pulled his fingers out of you. That's when he pulled away, but only to take his fingers in his mouth and lick up any of your juices that leaked onto him. You just watched, breathless, barely holding yourself up as he released his fingers with a pop. He fixed your bikini and dress for you, moving to fix your bottoms as well so that you weren't exposed for anyone else.

Eddie felt like he was in love the minute he tasted you on his tongue. He knew he couldn't just stop there, he couldn't just finger you and that's it. He needed all of you, and he needed you in every way he could have you. You held onto his waist and his hands snaked onto your waist, looking down at your flushed chubby face, looking for something.

"I, thank you. That was, um, really good," You shyed away from him saying that. Complimenting him on his ability to make you cum felt embarrassing, but he turned your head by your chin to face him, and he placed soft kisses by your lips and in your cheeks.

You couldn't believe Eddie Munson, just made you cum on his fingers. You didn't believe yourself really, it almost felt like you blacked out and when you woke up he was there. But you were awake, present and very much aware of his mouth and fingers and his cock straining to be released.

"Ya know, I think the next time I taste you I want it to be with you riding my face," He smiled, moving your hair back behind your ear.

"You were just so fucking sweet," he kissed your cheek and pulled away from you, causing a blush to rise on your cheeks and chest again.

"Wha-" You questioned but your father yelled out again.

"Eddie?" Eddie looked up and had an angry look on his face, kissing you one last time before releasing you and leaving. But he turns towards you, wanting to say something, anything. He just wanted to see you again, from afar this time. You look so exhausted, your back still against the brick wall, your legs pressed together, your hands in your hair. You looked fucking amazing and if it wasn't for your dad, he'd be face deep in your cunt right against that wall.

"I'll see you, sweetheart."

#fat girls #eddie munson #eddie x plus size reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x plus size reader #chubby smut #smut #plus size smut #stranger things #eddie stranger things #eddie x reader #bigger is better

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justrainandcoffee · 5 months ago

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The sun always rises again (Farrier x fem!oc) Part I

Dunkirk

Farrier Masterlist

Summary: Farrier is in Sussex visiting his grandmother who is sadly dying. In a local pub, he and his best friend, Collins, met Marguerite in not the best circumstances. What started as a nice gesture quickly became in an inevitable attraction. || Collins plays his best cards trying to persuade his best friend to do something about the girl that he clearly likes and, maybe, he succeeds.

Warnings: Misogyny, sexual harassment. Mentions of war. Fluff. || Collins is the MVP.

Words: 3k.

1932

Marguerite Sarah Lewis was born in 1910 in London but when she was four years old, her mother and older brother moved to Sussex. Although French, her mother met her husband there and for the woman it was a special place.

1914 meant the beginning of one of the greatest wars that Earth faced until that point of the history and Mr. Lewis answered the called. And that's why Elise Lewis, the wife, took her kids and went there. The sea, the view, allowed the woman to imagine that one day soon she was going to see him back.

But that day never came. Nor in 1914 nor the next four years. In 1918, Marguerite was eight years already and his brother twelve. Both of them old enough to understand that their father was never coming back. Yet, Mrs. Lewis stayed there waiting for a ship that didn't exist.

Theodore Lewis jr, her brother, moved again to London when he was old enough to do it but she remained there in Sussex where she was still studying.

Her mother died when she was 19, in 1929. Maggie always knew that the poor woman never accepted her husband's fate. And now that she was older understood a bit better what she was feeling. Probably if Mr. Lewis had survived the war, then his wife wouldn't have died at the age of 43. But that was something that the Lewis siblings will never know.

The only thing that Maggie knew now was that she was the owner of her own destiny and needed to live in that world called adulthood.

She found a job in a local library first, where she worked for two years until she started to work as waitress in a new pub. The salary was higher and the tips were all for her.

In 1932, when she was 22, her life changed completely when she met him.

The pub was crowded as always. Men going there to relax after work was something that happened every day. It was full of loud men, laughing, chatting and making jokes while they were drinking beer.

Among them, two friends were having a conversation too. Their blue uniforms indicated that they were soldiers probably out of duty for a while. One had blond hair and the other brown shorter than the first one.

"Hope your grandmother can get well soon, Farrier."

"I don't think so. Until this point we're expecting the inevitable, but at least I'm here to be with her. Thanks for coming with me, by the way."

The blond, Collins, smiled "That's what friends do, Will."

Farrier nodded raising his pint of beer. "How's Sally?"

"It didn't work. But there's plenty of women in this world."

"And if men keep creating unnecessary wars soon the planet will be just populated by women. And humanity will be doom."

"Humanity is already doomed. But, if that's the case, then better I hurry up to get one before my death. And you should do the same."

Farrier shook his head "I don't have time for that. I always promised myself to be a good husband and father, not like my old man. If I get a girl, then it has to be for life."

"Sometimes you took life too seriously, William. Go Farrier, fuck some girls and you'll be fine."

William Farrier just hummed.

Collins decided to changed the subject and both men started talking about the new pilots that both of them were training. Young but smart men, ready to fight if the country needed it. Although both of them really hoped that it would never be necessary.

Maggie was praying in silence for the end of her shift. Sadly, she was used to men being rude and sometimes puting their hands on her body, but this time one in particular was crossing the line and she was quite uncomfortable. His friends were more drunk than he was and the only thing they managed to do was to encourage him to be nastier.

"Hey, doll, bring your pretty ass here, sweetheart! My mates and me want more beer. And unbutton your dress a bit more, love! Those two precious tits of yours want to know me."

The four of them of laughed so hard that Farrier and Collins that until that moment weren't paying attention at all, looked at them and both exchanged glances then.

Maggie looked at her both co-workers and friends, who same as her knew the consequences of working in that kind of jobs. They were young women in 1930s there wasn't much they could do there. Maggie just breathe and walked to them carrying a new tray and left it on the table but she wasn't quick enough and the man grabbed her by the waist and sit them on his lap, against her will.

"I have to go," she said trying to get up "I have work to do."

"Pretty sure your friends can cover you, love."

"No, they can't."

"Come on, sweetheart. I saw you looking at me. Let's have fun."

"I said no."

"She said no," mocked him, smirking at his friends who laughed again. "The little bitch, said no."

"She said no."

This time it was a deeper voice and the man in question turned around to see both pilots behind him. His friends looked down and pretended to be drinking their beers. The man let her go.

"We're just having fun."

"Get your ass out of here. Now."

He thought for a moment about starting a fight with them. He and his friends were four and the strangers were just two, but something in them make him reconsider his options. The blond was taller than him and the other seemed to be stronger. Not to mention that they were trained men. The group just recoiled and without further words, they left the place.

"Are you okay?" Farrier asked to Maggie.

"Yes. Thanks, sir. And you too," she said looking at Collins as well. "Usually I know people here, but those were new."

"Probably they won't come back."

"I hope not. You're new too."

"Temporary living here," Farrier commented. "My grandmother is sick and I'm just saying goodbye."

"That's sad, I'm sorry."

"Thanks, miss…"

"Marguerite Lewis."

"William Farrier, miss Lewis," the man said kissing her hand.

At their side, Collins was smiling and was waiting for the perfect to start teasing his best friend.

The days that followed, Farrier visited the pub every night. Sometimes with his friend, sometimes alone.

There was something in Marguerite that Farrier found fascinating. She had a pretty smile and his brown eyes and dark red hair made her even prettier. He had the chance to speak to her and discovered a good young woman. Maggie loved to read same way she loved yo bake. Once, she offered him one of her cookies and Farrier could testify that they were indded delicious. And even without knowing everything about him, she sent flowers to his grandmother's funeral when she knew about the sad news. Something that Farrier took as signal that she was really a good person.

They even spent a morning in the beach, talking and walking by the seashore. Her reddish hair shone in the sun and William wondered if the hair was really as soft as it looked. Or if her lips were.

"I used to play here a lot when I was a kid," she said unaware of his thoughts, "despite everything, I had a good childhood."

"Despite everything?"

"My father died in the Great War. I don't really remember him, I just know him because of the photo my mother kept."

"I'm sorry, Marguerite. That sounds sad."

"It was for my mother and maybe my older, he remembers him a bit more. You can't really miss someone you don't remember, right?"

"I guess. But still is a sad situation. No kid should grow up without a father."

"And yet…" Maggie looked at him and smiled softly "but it doesn't matter. That was long ago."

Not long ago for Farrier's liking. He was also a kid back then, but he remembered his mother talking about the mutilated soldiers she saw in the hospital were she worked as nurse. And the sadness in her eyes when years later her son told her that he was now part of the air force. But she never opposed to his decision.

"Do you like the sea, Mr. Farrier? I guess watching it from the skies is quite an experience."

"I do like the sea, yes. And it is, it's big and infinite. Indescribable."

Maggie looked at him for a moment and saw him lost in the memories of an experience she was never going to feel.

"Do you want to tell me about it?" she asked. So he told her about the sky, the clouds, the cold air in his face. The feeling of parachute jumping.

His life, Maggie thought, it was extraordinary and there was no way that a man like him could find interesting the life of a town girl whose more fascinating experience of the week was to find a pound in the street. Or that beautiful ring that found one day walking through the beach. And yet, Farrier was ready to hear about her same way she was about him.

"You like her," Collins finally said at the end of their second week there, "I highly recommend you to do something because someone else can take advantage of your slowness."

"Like you?"

"I'd never do that to you. I know I'm more handsome but she's with you. I heard that there's a place where you can eat and dance nearby, invite her to go with you, William. I don't think she refuses the invitation considering how she looks at you."

Collins was right.

Maggie couldn't deny that she was captivated by the pilot from almost the beginning. He was handsome, attentive and a gentleman. William was the kind of man that her mother said she needed to find but that until the moment she knew him, she thought didn't exist.

Danny, one of her co-workers and friends, borrowed her one her dresses. Danielle's sister worked in a textile mill and she usually gave her sister clothes that the factory rejected despite their impeccable condition. The dark green dress that Maggie was wearing that night

So of course she said yes.

Danny, one of her co-workers and friends, borrowed Maggie one her dresses. Danielle's sister worked in a textile mill and she usually gave her sister clothes that the factory rejected despite their impeccable condition. The dark green dress that Maggie was wearing that night was one of those. Marguerite also allowed her friend to do her makeup.

"He's so handsome," Danny commented, smiling at her "and you're very lucky, Mags."

"Do you think I have a chance? I really like him."

"I think, you are the luckiest girl in whole Sussex."

Marguerite smiled. Never before a man paid attention to her the way Farrier did those days there. Sure she flirted innocently with some of young men in town, and kissed some of them years ago, but never did more than that. Never felt confident enough to do it because all those boys didn't seem to be looking for a serious relationship. But William wasn't a boy, he was a man and he acted like one.

Maggie looked at her in the mirror, when Danny finished her job, and smiled. The final result was better than she imagined.

Collins didn't tell Farrier who was the owner of the car that was parked in front of the house that belonged to William's grandmother, but somehow his friend managed to get one so he could go with Maggie to their date.

"Are you going to get in trouble for this?"

Collins snorted "please, have a bit of faith in me."

Farrier raised an eyebrow, suspiciously, but after looking at him several seconds let it go. "Okay then. Give me the car keys."

"Have fun, Romeo," Collins said throwing the keys at him.

Maggie didn't expect to have a good night like that one, although she dreamt about it. Feeling a happiness that didn't know it was possible to feel and her heart pounding by just looking at him. For a moment she felt stupid smiling at him almost all the time but she couldn't help it. Dinner was delicious and they spent the time to know each other a bit more. She even let him take her hands in his.

Maggie knew French because her mother used to talk in her native tongue in the house. Farrier asked her to taught him the language, if she wanted, because in his own words "you will never know when you're going to need it."

"But for that, you need to stay here, William, I can't teach you from the distance."

"Maybe I found a reason to stay," he answered. And for someone who, as his best friend claimed, took life too seriously felt as a personal achievement that flirty but also true line.

Dancing with William was lovely. Several other couples were doing the same with their partners while a singer sang and the orchestra accompanied her beautiful voice.

Maggie had her head resting on his shoulder and his hand was on her waist. Farrier could feel her perfume invading his nostrils. It was sweet with a delicate aroma of roses.

Your slowness.

Collins' words resounded in Farrier head. Fucking Collins. Who was he calling slow? His hand left her waist carresed her cheek. Both pair of eyes stared at each other before he leaned towards her a press his lips against hers.

Maggie put her hands on his chest and let him guide her. Despite his appearance, at least with her in that moment, Farrier it was gentle. When they pulled apart, he caressed her hair.

"I like you," Farrier confessed.

"I like you, too, Will."

And to confirm those words, they kissed again.

Farrier had only two weeks left before returning to work and he spent every moment with her. Even if she was working, William was there. He became part of the landscape of that pub and everyone there, even the owner, know who he was now. And when she wasn't working, they were in the beach or in her house.

The last night, she let him enter in her bed for the first time. He was her first time and Farrier, if that was possible, fall in love with her even more.

"I'll be back soon," he promised her while she was in his arms and she was holding her against his body.

"I'll be waiting for you."

William kissed her again and Maggie knew, no matter what would happen in the future, that he was the most correct decision she ever took in her whole life.

The months they spent separated, they communicate through letters and some calls when they had the chance to use a phone. Collins attributed his friend's new behaviour to him and in part, he was right.

Of course William returned to Sussex, this time alone, and he did with a ring in his pocket. The same night they saw eachother again, he asked her to be his wife and feeling a happiness that it was hard to describe, Maggie accepted his proposal.

Farrier sold her grandmother's house and the one his own old flat and moved to Sussex with her.

Marguerite Lewis became Marguerite Farrier just weeks later. The wedding in the church in that town was a celebration for the people living there, her brother that went from London to there and, of course, Collins.

His life those first years there were the happiest that Farrier could remember. His wife gave him two beautiful kids that he swore to protect with his life, same as her.

"One day I'm going to be a pilot like you, papa," his firstborn called Edward, said.

"Will you?"

"Yeah. Flying the skies in my own plane!" the boy exclaimed opening his arms and running around him simulating he was indeed flying. William caught his son and lifted him in the air and Edward started to laugh, still with his arms wide open like plane.

From the kitchen window where she was cooking, Maggie couldn't help but smile looking at them with pure love. Once, Farrier commented her that he always promised himself to be a good husband and father and it was clear now that he was fulfilling that promise.

While Ed stayed outside playing with his toys and their little girl, Clara, was sleeping on the couch, William went to where his wife was.

Marguerite smiled when she felt his strong arms around her and his lips on her neck.

"It smells delicious, Maggie."

"Thanks, honey. It will be ready in no time."

William placed a new kiss on her skin before opening the cupboard to search the plates and cutlery.

Life was good for the Farriers in that little corner of the world.

Sadly, it was already 1938.

PART 2

#farrier #farrier dunkirk #dunkirk #farrier x oc #farrier x ofc #tom hardy #farrier x maggie #farrier fanfic #farrier imagine

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medleymisty · 7 months ago

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Normally I would put this on my personal (@deathlygristly if you wanna follow it) but I have a lot more followers here and also Simblr does involve a lot of fiction, so I'll ask here.

I've seen some posts on my dash lately about what's "appropriate" for children to read, and in the notes I've seen people talking about fictional death being bad for kids. This is news to me, as my father died a month after I turned seven and I never met the spousal person's mother since she died a few months before we met. He was 17 when she died. He's the oldest of five, and the youngest was 5 when their mother died.

So to me it feels really weird to see other people saying that my and my in-law's IRL experiences aren't "appropriate" in fiction for other people.

I kind of want to make a poll asking how old you were the first time someone close to you died, but really I want to talk more about fiction.

I haven't written in a few years because I don't have much time for it now with the spousal person's Korean drama obsession, but all my stories tend to be what I guess other people consider "dark." But also one of my most treasured Sims stories memories is a comment on Valley about a group of nine year old girls reading it together at a sleepover.

If you write fiction, do you care about the age range of your audience? Do you think some topics are appropriate and others aren't for some people who might be reading your work? What did you read as a kid, and what did you think about it, and how does that inform your writing and your stances on fiction today?

More personal stuff under the cut that you ain't gotta read if you don't want.

Personally when I was 9 I read every book the local library had on the Holocaust. I think that was a very good thing, I would fight anyone who said I shouldn't have been allowed to do it, and I think that now as an adult I am much less likely to be radicalized by the internet than someone who didn't read about the horrors that the human propensity for authoritarianism/hatred/etc. can lead to in their formative years.

Which honestly as I was writing the bit about my real experiences as a child being considered inappropriate for other children to even just read fiction about, I realized that censoring comes from a place of privilege and power and that keeping children of certain groups unaware of how the children of other groups live because it's "not appropriate" for them to know about the lives of people without their group's social power is....something.

An example I found related to parental death:

Black Americans are more likely to experience the death of a parent earlier in their lives. Using adults aged 25 to 34 as an example, about 15% of the white population and Asian population in the age group have lost one or both parents. That is compared with 17% of the Hispanic population and 24% of the black population in that age group who have experienced the death of a parent. Poor Americans are also more likely to experience the death of parent earlier in their lives. Among adults aged 35 to 44, 43% of those living below the federal poverty line (FPL) have experienced the death of one or both parents compared with 28% of wealthy adults (defined here as those earning at least 400% of the FPL). Taken together, the data shows that inequality is just as inescapable in death as it is in life for Americans.

So....yeah. I am firmly in the people can read whatever they want whenever they want to camp.

#non-sims #but kind of about sims stories #fiction discourse

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cherriready · 2 years ago

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New people in town | Prologue

Post-outbreak!Joel Miller x Ex-lover!Fem!Reader, OC!Daughter!May Miller x Mom!Reader, OC!Daughter!May Miller x Dad!Joel Miller (future), Ellie Williams x Platonic!Fem!Reader (future), Ellie Williams x Platonic!OC!May Miller (future)

Chapter I

Summary: May discovers how the new man in town, who was accompanied by a teenage girl, and her mother were closely and intimately related once, and how almost two decades after they last saw each other, their reunion could possibly turn their worlds upside down.

Warning: swear words, mentions of death, violence and sex, possible smut in the future, mentions of possible SA, angst, etc.

A/N: This idea came to me because of a dream I had during my nap. I'm not sure if I'll write about it, if so it would be a one-shot or possible mini-series. Who knows.

Tag list: Open!

Feedback is very much appreciated ❤️

"Hey, mama!" A young woman with curly brown hair said coming through the door. The young adult was 18 years old, tall and slightly tanned. She had a beautiful, radiant smile, which made her nose, identical to her mother's, wrinkle slightly. But undoubtedly her most distinctive features were her huge chocolate eyes and the freckles that adorned her cheeks and nose - a trait her own mother did not know from whom she had inherited them.

"Mi amor, what's wrong?" Her mother, a woman no more than 43 years old, replied as she looked at her daughter curiously. "How did your first expedition out of Jackson go? Did you do what we agreed, May?" she asked, arching an eyebrow and crossing her arms, waiting for an answer.

"Always do what Aunt Maria says. Yes, mama." The young woman said as she leaned against the kitchen counter, and watched intently as her mother prepared the evening's dinner, for them and Maria and Tommy. "It was quite unexpected what happened today. You see, a man and his daughter, whom we found near the river of death, was asking for Uncle Tommy."

"He'll be an old friend of his, anyway. You know, from when he was with the Fireflies." The mother said to her daughter as she opened the oven door, then picked up the large tray she was going to put in the oven.

"No, not exactly. That man was looking for his brother, Uncle Tommy."

CLANK!

Once the tray made contact with the floor, silence reigned in the kitchen for a few seconds. The young girl approached her mother, concern and nervousness flooding her face.

"Mama, are you okay?" the chocolate-eyed girl asked. "Mommy, do you know that man? Do you know who he is?" May asked in a whisper, as she stroked her mother's back.

She could only nod awkwardly and slowly, as she was unable to look her daughter in the eyes. She swallowed and went to one of the kitchen stools, where she sat down and hid her face in her hands.

“Babygirl…” She sighed regretfully, before opening her eyes and pushing her hair behind her ears. "Yes, I know him -- Well, I knew him. That was a lifetime ago, my love. But that was before you were born."

"Did he know... my father? Or may he know what has become of him?"

The woman looked at her daughter, and took a hand to the stool beside her, inviting her beloved daughter, the thing she loved most in this broken world, to take her place beside her. "May. You should sit down, sweetheart, I think it's time I told you about him. It's time I told you about your real father — Joel Miller."

The young girl knew that the time had come and that she had to hold on tight, she knew that there were curves coming, and that what her mother was about to tell her was very possibly going to rock her world.

Maybe for better, maybe for worse.

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aloysiavirgata · 8 months ago

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Congrats on having the time to write! ’d love to read your thoughts on scully’s relationship with her mom - the true, deep shit, good and bad - as a fic or as meta.

This is complicated for me because FUCK ME do I ever relate to their relationship.

I’m 4.5 years older than my baby sister. My baby sister and my mother both…well. They both wear their hearts on their sleeves. You know how they feel, they have emotional outbursts, and then they Forget The Thing Happened. My sister looks like my mother, even. Petite. Traces of melanin. Slender.

I, like Scully, am my father’s Stereotypical Second Generation Irish Daughter.. I’m not comfortable with my emotions, I’m not comfortable with vulnerability. I look like my father’s five sisters who are tall and and long-nosed and narrow-hipped and full-breasted. We have high cheekbones and big eyes and a tendency towards anxiety. We are tremendously fond of cats.

When my baby sister was about six months old my parents went out for the first time and left us with a sitter. I was five. My mother was 24; she gave me a bowl of cream-of-mushroom soup and a grilled cheese sandwich for dinner. I loved both, a treat. My mother is orthorexic. She is very pretty. This is all still true.

I was five. I cried very quietly into my soup. I had the longest golden ringlets and Rainbow Brite’s horse, Starbrite. I was told very often that I looked like Drew Barrymore as Gertie in ET.

“Love,” said my daddy, who was 26. “We can stay home if you aren’t ready.” I told him the steam was bothering my eyes. He’s still wonderful, my dad. I love him so much. My children adore him.

My parents went out and the babysitter did whatever babysitters did in 1986. The baby slept and I colored or played or ate my soup. We had a plastic slide.

***

In 2008 I had an ectopic pregnancy, WITH MIRENA, MY LOVES, and it almost killed me. It ruined my anniversary dinner; I had reservations and floor-length satin halter dress the color of fresh blood. I was given Methotrexate on a Friday. On Sunday I had emergency surgery and my husband carried me, screaming in pain, like a bride. He put my children in the car. I have a high pain tolerance, but I wanted to die.

I spent days in the hospital. I slept a lot and my mother invited me to stay with her because my house had so many stairs. Because my babies were 3 and 2.

***

Mama and I watched The Magdalene Sisters, because my grandmother was from Waterford. We watched Memento Mori.

Margaret Scully said “I don't know why you didn't tell me. I don't know why you didn't tell me immediately.”

Mama was quiet for a long time. I think, then, that she understood me.

“I see,” Mama said.

****

We haven’t spoken of it since. Not really, not in a meaningful way.

I am 43. I had my first gorgeous, perfect baby at 23. I was in grad school.

My first baby will be 20 next month. We studied gastrointestinal disorders tonight. You are going to be so lucky when this stunning, brilliant girl cares for you.

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here’s some info on my strip/lynda kid if anyone is interested :33 her name is hailey :)

—Three years older than Cal; currently 43

- Birthday is June 18th, 1981.

—As a child, Hailey was a lot like her mother who was a tomboy. She was always playing in the dirt and getting dirty.

- Tracked mud throughout house daily

- And also despised bath time as a child

—Knew she liked women at age 14.

- She was ashamed of it for about six years and never said anything about it to anyone.

- Came out to Cal first.

- Then her parents.

- Obviously very accepted into her family lol.

— Due to her father racing, Hailey had an automatic interest in it.

- Her and Cal were taken to most, if not all the races.

- And this made the media go bonkers.

— Actually bought Strip a shirt that says “Awesome like my daughter” completely unironically.

- Yes, Strip DOES wear it.

—As a child, her favorite movie was Footloose and Hailey would sit in front of the tv and watch it for HOURS.

- “You’re killin’ me, kid.” Strip says, putting the VHS tape in so his six year old daughter can watch her favorite movie for the what seems like 30th time today.

—Doesn’t race for Dinoco. Hailey wanted to step away from that and wanted something different.

- Races for an air conditioning company called “Cloud 9.”

- Despite not profiting off of Dinoco, this does not step the media from calling Hailey a nepo baby.

- She was offered Dinoco when Cal retired, but Hailey gave it to Cruz due to how impressed she was.

— Got into a LOT of trouble as a teenager.

- Throwing parties when her parents were away for races.

- Had her fair share with smoking

- Stole money from Lynda’s purse one time.

— Hailey is obviously very ashamed of these things, but she did have her fun in her 20’s.

- PARTIED HARD.

- Secret flings with the Dinoco girls? Yeah.

—Practically an aunt to Cal and Loretta’s kids

- They call her Aunt Hailey lol

—Strip’s looks with Lynda’s personality no doubt.

- But very stubborn like her father

—Her music taste is very much like her parents and the stuff she grew up with

- The Beach Boys

- Loretta Lynn and Johnny Cash

- Dolly Parton? YES.

- Billy Joel, Fleetwood Mac, you know, she’s CULTURED.

— HATES getting her picture taken.

- She gets so embarrassed when the paparazzi takes photos of her and they resurface online.

— Pretty active on social media!

- Mainly active on Instagram, Twitter, and Tiktok.

— Very knowledgeable when it comes to cars.

- Loves to fix up old cars for fun.

- Owns quite a bit of cars too!

- Owns a 1970 Pontiac Grand Prix

- Corvette from the 80’s

- Tex loves talking about cars with her lol.

#jasper’s ocs #hailey weathers

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therotatingvillain · 3 months ago

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Funny things in Baby Steps, my unfinished Pokevillain fanfic

Alright, after spending too long in a severe depression hole and also spending like way too much time at work, here I am again!

This is gonna be my first update on the Pokevillain fanfiction that my last post was about. What I’m doing is reading through those 43 pages and just get a base understanding of what the fuck I was even doing.

To have all of you be part of this, you’ll get my live thoughts about it! So be ready for some shitposting and a few sneak peeks at the story haha

Cyrus insisting on just being called ‘Cyrus’ because ‘Mr. Akagi’ reminds him of his father is such a mood. Also, yeah, I use their japanese names as their last names, except Guzma, because Guzmas japanese name is Guzma lol So for him I just used his german name ‘Bromley’. Such an ass name

Having stayed in a hospital for the first time not too long ago, 2020 me was surprisingly accurate when it came to hospital food

“What do you think? Aren’t you supposed to be incredibly smart?” She kept smiling, but Cyrus knew it was fake. It had been ever since she entered. It was the same smile his mother always had when talking to guests or clients. God I hate Cyrus nurse, I made her such a bitch lmao

Forgot I made Cyrus lactose intolerant lol

That smile made Cyrus want to go back into the distortion world No comment needed

‘New Guy’ seemed like a major downgrade from ‘God of a new dimension’ but for now, having terribly failed the latter one, the first one was acceptable. 2020 me had banger humor

Guzma looking at Cyrus and just going “You’re my friend now” is how I make all of my friends

Ah yeah, Giovanni is there because of another failed attempt, except for Guzma the rest is there because of court mandation and Guzma is there because Nanu got him a spot.

almost like touching a Rotom that couldn’t quite control its energy. Foreshadowing? Maybe

Guzma immediately having Cyrus back even when Cyrus is clearly in the wrong is so funny to me

Aaaaaaaah gays bonding over piano music

Ah yes, Maxie and Archie are divorced husbands. Yes, they still love each other, yes, Maxie still actively wears his wedding ring while Archie always has it on him somehow

“Hey fuckers, time for lunch!” Mood Guz

Lysandre desperately trying to socialise with his roommate only to routinely be fucked over by his own shitty mental health and eating disorder is too real man

Dr. Roberts is such a kind soul, he’s the therapist OC I created specifically for this story and he’s just a sweetie who’s fantastic at his job and also, obviously, gay and married with a couple kids.

Cyrus went to college (duh) and majored in: Electrical Engineering, Economics, Computer Engineering, Political Science and Computer Science. And finished all his majors in 4 years. Yikes dude, my boy just wanted to study the stars but he was denied by his bullshit parents

Ah yes, Cyrus sister. Buckle in people, time for a bit of lore:

So we all remember the Old Chateau in Eterna Forrest back in gen 4, right? Right. For a long time there was a theory that perhaps Cyrus grew up in that house. How did we come to that conclusion? Basically, Cyrus in Platinum (and the USUM Rainbow Rocket episode) has a severe obsession with the Pokemon Rotom, supplying Charon with detailed notes and diaries all about it and in the Rainbow Rocket episode, he nearly has a breakdown upon seeing the Rotom dex. Now where do you find Rotom in Gen 4? Hiding in a TV in the Old Chateau. So, we theorized that Cyrus grew up there. What else do we find in the Old Chateau? The spirits of a butler and a small girl. So, the theory goes that Cyrus used to have a little sister, but she and a butler of the family were killed in an accident, probably involving the Rotom Cyrus kept, most likely hidden from his parents. Afterwards, his family moved to Sunyshore, leaving the Chateau, where Rotom was still hiding, possibly having come back in search of it’s friend (Cyrus) and then hiding in the TV because it was scared as it was alone, Cyrus nowhere to be found, and sought comfort in the electrical appliance. That’s how the theory goes. This theory is true in my story.

Maxie and Archie being extremely angry bordering on violent with each other makes me sad. And I wrote this shit!

The fact that Cyrus, on his first day there, immediately has a panic attack in the evening is relatable.

Also, Giovanni helps him through it and they start bonding and being cute hehe

For every scene involving stargazing, be aware that I have zero idea about stars. I grew up in the middle of fuck nowhere, so I can see them very clearly each night, but I still have little to no idea about how to read stars lol

Lysandre has anorexia and Cyrus is way too oblivious to understand that it’s ana so he’s just constantly like “wow youre thin” until it clicks lmao

Saturn, Jupiter, Mars and Charon are just codenames and Cyrus never bothered to learn their actual names. Is this also foreshadowing? Maybe hehe

YES CYRUS STAND YOUR GROUND TO THAT PISS POOR EXCUSE OF A NURSE i hate her so much man

Cyrus is a deeply kind person. I will not elaborate yet

Yes, Maxie and Archie get over their shit and back together

Yes, it spirals Giovanni into another suicide attempt

No, I shall not elaborate how one leads to the other

But yeah, there’s a pretty intense part of this that deals with Giovannis shitty mental state and his active suicide attempt (that only barely failed) and Cyrus ends up having a severe breakdown because of it. Like I said in my last post, this story deals with some heavy topics.

Guz and Ly really take on the roles of dads to Cyrus, to help him be more open in his expression and just be who he is and I think that’s beautiful

His breath was caught in his throat, his chest and stomach spreading a comfortable warmth through his body.

What was this? A heart attack?

No, those felt different. There was no stabbing pain. I love writing Cyrus

THERAPY POKEMON EVERYONE yes the leaders are getting therapy Pokemon

Here’s a list of who they get:

Giovanni: His Persian

Maxie: Toxel

Archie: Hypno

Cyrus: His Rotom

Ghetsis: Castform

Lysandre: Levanny

Guzma: His Golisopod

I’d love for yall to theorize on why each leader gets their respective Pokemon! I actually put some thought in all of them haha

Cyrus grandfather has a big role in Cyrus’ recovery, and it starts with a simple visit that is still one of my favorite parts of this story so far

Cyrus grandfather (Paul Akagi) is the polar opposite to his parents, Paul is kind, loving, supportive and really just wants Cyrus to be happy and their relationship???? it warms my heart

A big part of connection for all of the leaders, specifically everyone else and Ghetsis, is a broken piano in the common room that they all work together to fix and that piano really is a symbol for Cyrus’ recovery and especially his willingness to get better.

GUZMA IS TRANS and this is a fact because I am trans and I said so. Also Ghetsis is a bigot. End of sentence lol

Ghetsis saying some transphobic shit and Guzma then going to PULL HIS NON PARALYZED ARM OUT OF ITS SOCKET is such a girly pop move

Also yes everything I’ve written so far ends on Maxie and Archie remarrying and Dr. Roberts allowing everyone to drink alcohol in celebration and yes of course it escalates lol

Alright everyone, that’s it for now, I’m all caught up, hopefully I’ll get some time to actually write a bit more the next few days.

As always, please please please interact with this, tell me your thoughts so far, ask questions, I NEED IT okay cool thank you.

I have work tomorrow so I shall go and kill myself lol

Have a great whenever you are! Stay hydrated

Love all of you.

#pokemon #fanfic #pokemon cyrus #pokemon villains #fanfic idea #fic ideas #absolutecontrolshipping #perfectworldshipping #hardenshipping #galactic boss cyrus #guzma pokemon #team skull #team skull guzma #giovanni #team rocket #lysandre #I need help people #the brainrot is real #guzma is literally just me in this lmao

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mads-weasley · 1 year ago

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Timeless

Lewis Nixon x Reader

Masterlist

A/N: can i just say, SPEAK NOW TV IS AMAZING!!! literally my childhood. after hearing "timeless" and instantly falling in love with it, i got the sudden inspiration to write! hbo owns the rights, and this is about the fictional portrayal of easy company on the show. nothing but love and respect for veterans on this blog! Enjoy!

Summary: The Nixons look back on their life as they're preparing to move.

Warnings: major fluff

Nixon, New Jersey: 1985

"Mom, why couldn't I have stayed at home? I don't want to go through Gran and Gramp's junk!"

Mary took a deep breath and restrained from exploding on her 14-year-old daughter. "They've lived in this house for almost 40 years, Kimberly, so naturally we need a ton of help getting them moved out."

Rolling her eyes, she sat on the floor with a huff, grabbing the nearest box. She opened it and discovered it was filled to the brim with photographs. Most were black and white, but the ones near the top were vibrant with color. Those dated back to around 71' when Kim was born. Smiling to herself, she sorted through her own pictures first before moving on to the older, monochrome photos.

The first one she pulled out was of her parents, dressed to the nines at a school dance. Mary was wearing a beautiful aqua dress with her hair pulled back into a teased bun. Kim chuckled at the giant beehives girls used to style their hair in.

"Don't even, Kim," her mother smirked, going through a box of her own. "Hair like that was all the rage in the 60s."

The teenager flipped the photo over. "What year was this?"

Scooting over to her daughter, Mary fondly looked at the picture. "I think it was our senior prom, so 1967, I think. Your father proposed to me a few months after that."

Soon, the duo went through the rest of the box but stopped when they saw a bundle of paper and photos at the bottom of it.

"What's this?" Kim whispered, picking up the stack and inspecting it. "Are these letters?"

Before she could open one up, two battered photos slid out of the bundle, falling onto the hardwood floor. As Kim picked them up, she froze.

"Is this Gram and Gramps?" Gaped Kim.

Nodding slowly, her mother took the photos from her, looking over them herself. "I've never even seen these before."

The black-and-white pictures depicted a couple kissing goodbye during the war and the same couple laughing as they ran out of a church on their wedding day, rice flying through the air.

Each had a date and description on the back.

Our wedding day - July 10, 1940

Lew leaving for basic training - 1942

Before either could comment, another voice filled the room.

"I see you've found our photo albums. Lew! They're in here!"

(Y/n) Nixon walked in and sat on a nearby couch, gesturing for the bundle. A few seconds later, her husband of 43 years strolled into the room, his signature smirk on his face. "I told you we put them in this closet, honey."

"Lewis Nixon, you liar," (y/n) laughed. "Not five minutes ago, you were saying that you put them in the garage!"

Throwing his hands up in surrender, he ruffled his granddaughter's hair before sitting next to his wife on the couch. "Are you gonna let her talk to me like that, squirt?"

Kim cackled, enjoying their banter. "Most of the time, you deserve it, Gramps."

Lew looked at his daughter with raised eyebrows. "She sure is your daughter, alright."

"And your granddaughter," quipped (y/n).

Looking down at the box in his wife's arms, Lewis smiled to himself as he reached for the picture of them on their wedding day. "I remember this like it was yesterday."

"Me too. There's no way it was forty-some years ago."

Kissing (y/n)'s temple, he pulled her close to him. "If it's any consolation, you still look as beautiful as the day I first saw you."

Getting up from the floor, Kim moved and sat next to the couple. "How did you two meet again? I know you've told me, but I forgot."

Lew placed an arm around her and took a deep breath. "Well, Grams and I met in a diner when she got blinded by my beauty and spilled water all over me."

"Lewis," (y/n) scoffed, hitting his chest playfully.

He smirked. "Alright, alright. She tripped and fell for me."

"Here we go again," Mary joked as she prepared for the story she'd heard a million times but never tired of...

Nixon, New Jersey: 1938

It was a hot and sunny Saturday in August when 19-year-old Lewis Nixon and his best friend, Bobby Monroe, escaped the latest highfaluting party held at the Nixon residence. Even though the depression still gripped the country, affluent families like the Nixons and the Monroes didn't have to worry about money like everybody else.

"You hungry?" Lew asked, already anticipating his friend's answer.

Bobby rolled his eyes. "Always. I'll do anything to get away from these stupid things."

"I know how you feel. It's always, 'Lewis, this is Mr. Johnson. And this is his snobby daughter, Alice, or whatever that one's name is."

Hopping into Lewis' brand new Lincoln Zephyr, they set out for the nearby town of Edison, New Jersey.

As they drove, Bobby looked around them, contemplating his food options. "Where do you want to go, Lew?"

"I heard there is a new place up the street called Morgan's Cafe. Wanna try it?"

"As long as they've got edible food, I'm in," Bobby chuckled, clutching his growling stomach. "I'm starving!"

"Good thing it's right here, then.”

After parking, the boys entered the diner with a ding and sat down at a window booth.

“Welcome to Morgan’s! We’ll be with you in a moment,” a soft voice called from the back of the diner.

Minutes later, while the boys were deep in conversation, the kitchen doors opened, and what Lew saw stole the words from his mouth. His gaze was stuck on the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. The boy couldn't help but feel captivated by the girl's dazzling smile, stunning (y/h/c) hair, and cute pink diner uniform, which left him speechless.

Noticing his friend's expression, Bobby looked over his shoulder to see what the big fuss was. He immediately understood as the girl rounded the table, handing them menus with a smile.

"Hi, my name is (y/n), and I'm going to be your server today. What can I get you two fellas to start out?"

Both of the teenagers mind's were thinking one thing:

'What a dame!'

Bobby broke the awkward silence, clearing his throat. "Could I have an RC Cola, please?"

"Sure thing," she nodded, turning to Nixon, who still couldn't form a coherent thought. "What would you like to drink?"

Words? What were words? What were thoughts? All Lewis knew was that the girl, no, young woman, in front of him was stunning. He looked like a deer in headlights as she spoke to him. Luckily, Bobby kicked his friend's leg under the table, breaking him from his trance.

"I'll have a water, please."

"Alrighty," she chirped. "I'll be right back with those."

The boys' eyes followed her until she disappeared behind the kitchen doors. At the same time, they turned toward each other with wide eyes.

"Wow. I've never seen a girl leave you speechless, Lew."

Chuckling, he ran his hand through his hair. "I know. And that's saying something."

In the few minutes she was in the kitchen, Lewis racked his brain for things to say to her. He didn't want to sound like a jerk but wanted to make an impression. Most of the time he met girls, he was introduced by his mother or father at their dinner parties, so he didn't fully know how to act in his current situation.

As (y/n) emerged from the kitchen and strolled over, his heart pounded as he tried to maintain his composure. Unbeknownst to her, a small wrinkle in the floor mat lay in wait for an unsuspecting victim. As fate would have it, amid her stride, her foot caught on the edge and caused her to stumble forward. Time seemed to slow down as she desperately tried to stop the drinks from flying towards the boys.

Lewis, caught off guard by the unexpected turn of events, could only watch in disbelief as the impending disaster unfolded. His half-confident demeanor vanished, replaced by an expression of mild shock and bemusement.

Within seconds, the glass of water made contact with Lew's finely tailored suit, showering him with a cascade of cool, refreshing water. Droplets splashed against his lapel, forming a constellation of wet spots across the fabric, while rivulets trickled down, leaving a damp trail on his pants

As the initial surprise washed over him, the teenager's face transformed into a mixture of surprise and amusement. His lips curled into a half-smile, the corners of his eyes crinkling with genuine humor. Instead of frustration, a sense of amusement colored his reaction. A completely dry Bobby busted out laughing the same time Lew did, knowing the boy could care less about his freshly dry-cleaned suit.

(Y/n)'s cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she rushed to his side, her hands instinctively reaching for napkins to remedy the situation.

Her voice tinged with apologies, "Oh, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to trip, and then the water... It was an accident, I swear!"

Lewis's face reddened at her touch as he extended a hand to stop her frantic efforts. His smile remained intact, radiating warmth and understanding with a touch of nervousness.

"Don't worry about it. Accidents happen-"

She stepped back slightly, looking at his suit worriedly as she interrupted him. "I'll pay for it to be cleaned. I-I'm so sorry. "

A genius plan came to his mind, and his smile formed into a little smirk. "I know how you can make it up to me."

His swagger was back.

"How?" She asked, hand rubbing her face in embarrassment. "I'll do just about anything."

"Go on a date with me?" He shrugged.

Her embarrassed expression changed into a grin at his question. "I think that can be arranged...." She prompted, unsure of his name.

"Lewis. Lewis Nixon," he stuck out his hand, winking when she took it gently. "When can I pick you up?"

As the pair locked eyes, it felt like they were the only ones in the diner. Electricity ran through them, warming their bodies on the already hot day. Lew noticed a slight blush creeping up her neck and thought it was adorable.

"I get off at 5," she whispered, writing her name and number on a nearby napkin. "Pick me up here?"

He stood and motioned for Bobby to get up. "Sounds like a plan, sweetheart."

Bobby pulled a few dollars out of his wallet and attempted to hand it to the girl. "Here, this is for the drinks."

Keeping her eyes on Lew's soft browns, she shook her head. "Don't worry about it. It's on the house."

In a moment of courage, he leaned down and kissed her on the cheek as he walked toward the door. "See you at 5, (y/n)."

"See you then, Lewis."

The rest was history.

Nixon, New Jersey: 1985

Kimberly's jaw was on the floor at the end of their story. "So you're telling me you basically fell for Gramps the day you met?"

With a chuckle, (y/n) glanced over at her husband who wore a proud grin. "I guess I did, Kim."

"And two years later, we got married," Lewis stated. "But I knew after our second date I was going to marry her."

Kim, already becoming a lovesick pre-teen, was in awe at their story and had to know more. "What happened when the war started?"

At the mention of the war, Lewis' eyes went to the ground. Even after forty years, the horrid images still flashed in his mind. Luckily, (y/n) answered with a tense smile.

"Your Gramps left in the spring of 1942 after Pearl Harbor was attacked. We'd only been married for two years when he left, and saying goodbye was one of the hardest things I've ever done."

New Brunswick Train Station, New Jersey: May 1942

(Y/n) had tried to prepare herself for her husband's departure since he'd volunteered, but when the time came, all preparation went out the window. The reality of where he was going was everpresent in her mind as they walked hand and hand towards the train platform.

She looked up at a wall clock hung beside them: 12:20. They had ten minutes before he'd have to leave. (Y/n)'s heart was aching at the thought of being without the love of her life for an unknown period of time. She refused to even entertain the idea that he might not come back.

Reaching the correct platform, the couple stopped and turned to face one another. (Y/n) had tears in her eyes as she studied his face, committing every detail to memory. The weight of their imminent separation hung heavily in the air.

(Y/n)'s voice trembled as she spoke, her eyes filled with both love and fear. "Lew, promise me you'll come back. Promise me you'll stay safe."

She threw her arms around his neck, burying her face in his shoulder as she added, "I know you can't promise, but I just need to hear you say it. Please."

"I'll come back to you," he whispered into her hair, trying to memorize what it felt like to hold her in his arms. "I promise."

Pulling away, what was left of (y/n)'s resolve cracked at a stray tear that leaked down her husband's face. She broke into sobs, and Lewis had to hold in his own as he pulled her back into his embrace.

"I don't know what I'm going to do without you, Lew. I don't think I can do this."

He leaned back and gently wiped her tears off of her shining cheeks before cupping them softly. "You can, (y/n). You're the strongest person I know. We can do this, sweetheart."

The train whistle blew loudly, announcing that boarding had started, and (y/n)'s heart dropped to her stomach. The clock read 12:37. How could she say goodbye to her whole world in 3 minutes?

(Y/n) held onto him tightly, burying her face in his shoulder. "Oh, Lew, I love you more than words can say. I'll be here waiting for you, praying for your safe return every day."

He kissed her forehead, his touch gentle and tender. "I love you too, (y/n), more than life itself. I'll write to you as much as I can, and be waiting for yours. We'll make it through this together."

As the distant sound of a train whistle pierced the air again, she looked up at Lewis, her voice trembling. "Kiss me."

Their final kiss was a bittersweet embrace, filled with an amalgamation of longing, love, and unspoken words. (Y/n)'s delicate fingers brushed against Lewis' cheek as he cupped her face gently, his touch warm and comforting. Their lips met, and time seemed to stand still, capturing the intensity of their affection.

(Y/n) could taste the slight saltiness of her own tears mingling with the sweetness of his lips. She memorized the sensation—the gentle pressure, the soft warmth—as if etching it into her very being. It was a kiss that conveyed a deep yearning, a longing to hold onto this moment forever. But just as their embrace deepened, the piercing sound of a train whistle shattered the tranquility of the station.

They reluctantly broke apart, breaths mingling in the air as their gazes locked on each other. Time stood suspended between them, as if holding its breath, reluctant to let go of their connection.

With a teary smile, he picked up his bags and backed away toward the train car. "I love you," he called over his shoulder. "See you soon., sweetheart."

As the train's doors started to close, reality pressed upon them. They stood there, eyes locked until the very last second, etching the image of each other's faces in their hearts.

And as the train pulled away, taking her husband further from her, (y/n) Nixon stood alone on the platform. She touched her lips, still tingling from their final kiss, a mixture of love and sorrow overwhelming her. She whispered, as if he could hear her across the distance, "Come back to me, Lew. Please, come back."

Nixon, New Jersey: 1985

"Over the 12-hundred-some days that we were separated, a week didn't go by that I didn't write Lew. He wrote when he could, and it always made my heart skip a beat when I'd get a letter from him."

(Y/n) reached into the box and grabbed the large stack of letters. "I still can't believe you kept these after all this time."

Lewis' gaze turned from the ground to his wife with misty eyes. "I could never get rid of them. Your letters were what got me through."

Growing up, anytime Lew spoke about the war, it was only to tell a story about his friends Dick, Harry, and Ron. Even some of those times, he got a far-off look that Mary could recognize. (Y/n) quickly shot her daughter a look, and Mary gently took Kim by the arm.

"Come on, Kimmy. Let's go sort through my old stuff."

Getting up, the 12-year-old wore a confused look. "But we're not done looking thro-"

Mary raised her eyebrows at the pre-teen, ushering her out the door. "Come on."

Once they were out of the room, he gently took the bundle from (y/n) and removed the rubber band holding them all together. Lew randomly grabbed one from his lap and started reading it.

"This one's from January 7th of 45'."

"My Dear Husband,

I hope things are going better than what we've been hearing at home. The fighting in Belgium sounds horrifying. All I can do is pray that you're not there, Lew. I know you haven't been able to write, and deep down, I know you're there. If my gut is right, be careful, darling. I need you to come back to me after all this ends.

On a higher note, I finally caved and got a dog! You'd love her, Lew! She's the most adorable cocker spaniel named Ruby. I've had her for a few weeks and have fallen in love with her cute personality. People who say dogs don't have personalities are stupid. She does this thing where she'll come sit next to me on the couch and listen to me rant about my day. And on the nights when I'm struggling, she'll snuggle next to me and lay her head on my chest. It's like she's trying to tell me everything is gonna be okay.

Even with her here with me, I still miss you more than anything. I feel like a piece of me is missing without you here beside me. Everything feels wrong without you here. Christmas was really hard. Who am I to talk about my life being hard? You're goodness know's where fighting in a war. All this goes to say that I love you so much, and I can't wait to hold you in my arms again. Stay safe and come back to me.

All my love,

(Y/n)"

Lew took a deep breath and took her hand."I know I don’t talk about it much, but the war… It was hell. December of 44’. We didn’t have winter clothes or supplies, and the men- the casualties were terrible. There weren’t many Toccoa men left afterward.”

(Y/n) squeezed his hand gently. “I remember being so worried about you”

“When things got really bad, I would read your past letters. They were the only warmth in that frigid forest.”

“I did the same thing here. When I missed you more than normal, I would read the letter you sent me for my 25th birthday. It’s in here somewhere,” she whispered, searching through the box. (Y/n) knew Lewis didn’t like to go on about the war, so over their marriage, she just listened and didn’t ask any questions, no matter how badly she wanted to. Early on, she decided to let him share when he wanted to. Once she found it, she started to read it aloud.

“Dear Birthday Girl,

Happy 25th birthday, sweetheart! As I write this in my muddy foxhole, know that my heart overflows with my deepest affection and longing for you. I find myself cherishing the memories we’ve shared and dreaming of the moments we’ll create together when this war is but a distant memory.

Your presence in my life has been nothing but a gift, and every day, I’m so grateful that we found each other. Your smile, laughter, and the way you light up a room with your presence captured me from the very start. Your kindness, compassion, and unwavering support have been my strength in the months since we parted.

In the midst of the chaos around me, your beautiful face is etched in my mind, and the thought of your warm embrace gets me through the hardest times. It’s the memory of your tender touch that keeps me going.

On this special day, I want to shower you with love and blessings, even from afar. You deserve all the happiness this world can offer, and I promise that once this war is over, we’ll celebrate your birthday in a way that makes up for all the times we’ve been apart. I hate that I’ve missed 23, 24, and 25, but know that I will make up for it every day for the rest of our lives. I love you more than words can say. Happy birthday, (y/n). I hope you have the best day.

With all my love,

Lewis”

A fond smile formed on her face as she turned to him. “I think I read that every single holiday, and when I hadn’t gotten anything from you in a while.”

“I had one of those, too,” he smirked. “Mine involved a few pictures and a-”

(Y/n) smacked his arm with a mock gasp. “Lewis Nixon! Our daughter and granddaughter are in the next room over!”

“Ehh,” he shrugged. “It never stopped us before.”

“I don’t know if you haven’t noticed, Lew, but we’re not in our 20s anymore, hun.”

With a chuckle, Lewis started sorting through their box of pictures once again. There were ones from Mary’s childhood all the way up to when Kim was born. One in particular, caught his eye. Mary was around 4 in the picture, and it showed the three of them in front of the Golden Gate Bridge on one of their trips to visit Lew’s mom and sister in San Fransisco.

“Remember this?” He asked as he held it up.

(Y/n) raised her eyebrows and laughed under her breath. “I remember I got the worst sunburn of my life that trip.”

Laughter filled the air of the small room as the couple continued to sort through their beloved possessions.

Two Weeks Later

They were gathered outside their house with Mary, her husband, and Kim, looking at the past 40 years of their lives. All the memories flashed in their minds, and the couple willed away tears.

“We’ve had a great life, haven’t we?”

Tucking into her husband’s side, (y/n) laid her head on his shoulder. “Yeah, we have. You know, I’ve been thinking. I think even in a different life, you still would’ve been mine, Lew.”

“Me, too, Sweetheart,” he whispered, kissing her temple. “We really were timeless."

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doveriathegoddess · 11 months ago

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Today I will be introducing my latest project I've been working called Variations of Dove. It's basically Dove but she is in a different fandom and there's a lot of fandoms that I'm in so we'll just go straight into it-

Starting off we have No Straight Roads Dove, who is a 25 year old ballet dancer to moved to Vinyl City after the Music Revolution and currently resides in the Natura District. She has a crush on Zuke-

Balan Wonderworld Dove is known as the Maestro of Wonder and was once an inhabitant long ago. She is love with Balan and wishes to impress him with her magical abilities.

Hifi Rush Dove may be wheelchair bound but that won't stop her from helping in anyway she can in taking down Vandelay Co with her friends. She is mainly fond of Chai since she likes him as more than just a friend...

Dove's abilities as a powerful physic has certainly caught the attention of the Psychonauts and they seek to recruit her. Her powers are precognition, psychometry, psychic reading, and astral projection.

Shortly after the overblotting incident involving Jamil, Dove was transferred from her all girls school to Night Raven College in a deal arranged by her father, Kalim's father, Jamil's parents, and the Headmaster. As a shy first year student, Dove slowly starts to find confidence in herself and develops feelings for her dorm leader Kalim...

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NCT MOST MEMORABLE SEX – Story #21: WINWIN

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Story: NCT Winwin has sex with Jeno's older aunt (MILF).

Type: VANILLA/UNCONVENTIONAL

Content: Sweet/cute, Blowjob, Missionary, Older woman

Word Count: 5,522

Members: Winwin, (Jeno)

Story #21: WINWIN

Angie was a hefty woman. Tall, sturdy, and with an enormous chest and ass, despite her proportionately narrow waist. She was 43 years of age but had young, smooth skin, and a face which surely must have gone though more than one surgical treatment. Winwin was never quite sure.

There was one thing he was certain of, however: Angie – which was a nickname – was Jeno’s aunt, and it was crucial that his friend never found out about their sexual encounter. As brief as it was it was amazing, and definitely a positive memory, but Winwin couldn’t help but feel utterly ashamed when he thought of what he’d done. Jeno would probably end him if he knew.

Winwin and Angie met when he was 21 years old, 22 years Angie's junior. The reason was the joint birthday of Jeno’s mother and sister – yes, they were born on the same day. The sister had a huge crush on several of Jeno’s talented friends, but Winwin was her latest infaturation, and she had personally requested his presence. Bringing his friend to wish his sister a happy birthday was Jeno’s gift to her that year, and needless to say she considered it the best birthday present she’d ever received.

The party was a big affair, with extended family gathered in a villa outside Seoul. Aunts and uncles, parents and grandparents, numerous cousins and even a few people Jeno himself had never met before were all present.

Among all these strangers, Winwin felt like an outsider and was looking for someone to make him feel less odd. But it was not the talkative and quite pretty sister who caught his attention. It was aunt Angie, who stood out as a bit of a black sheep.

Angie was not like Jeno’s mother – her sister – at all. Not only was her physique much different – her large chest almost burst out of her tight blouse – but she was also very direct and funny. Winwin was certainly a social person, but in this particular group and setting he was a bit timid and shy. Other than Jeno and his sister, who would never shut up and quickly became a bit annoying, Angie was the one who made Winwin laugh and feel relaxed.

It was also obvious very early on this lovely evening that Angie was flirting with the much younger man. She sat a little too close when they made small talk, and made numerous suggestive remarks as the evening progressed.

The longer the party went on, the more drunk the group also became. An uncle was the first to pass out, on a couch where Jeno’s father found him and helped put him to bed. To Winwin’s surprise, Jeno’s mom – the other birthday girl – also got incredibly tipsy. Before the time was even 9PM, the living room was a make-shift dance floor, the kitchen looked like a bus had run through it, and people of all generations were having the time of their lives.

It was as far as you could get from any party Winwin’s own family back in China had ever had. He was impressed, amazed and a little shocked by the whole experience.

By 10PM Jeno was nowhere to be seen. Drunk but happy, Winwin went looking for him. He even dared to ask the sister, even though he knew that in doing so he’d likely start her excessive chatting back up again. He immediately regretted approaching her, made up some excuse, and disappeared into a hallway where there was some peace and quiet.

He leaned against a door, closed his eyes and tried to focus his mind. I’m so drunk, he thought, and immediately had to open his eyes again to focus his vision on a fixed point. He chose a painting hanging on the opposite wall. Wooow, that man is spinning!

Suddenly, the door behind him opened and Winwin abruptly fell backwards. He lost his balance and crashed hard onto the floor.

“Ouch!” he exclaimed.

“I’m so sorry!” a female voice said somewhere above him.

Winwin rubbed his eyes, and finally managed to focus on Angie’s smiling face. She let out a laugh but quickly looked concerned. “Are you alright?” she asked when her smile went away.

“I’m fine,” Winwin said and tried to get up. He lost is balance again, and Angie held out a hand.

When she pulled him up, he tripped and she grabbed hold of his waist to keep him from falling back down. Their faces were suddenly close together, and her large breasts pressed against his tiny chest. A mixture of nervousness, youthful thrill and sexual arousal instantly shot through his body.

“Whoops,” Angie said and laughed when she caught him. “Had a bit too much, have we?”

“Naah, I’m fine,” Winwin said. He genuinely thought he was, and wanted to appear cool and collected in front of the impressive woman. “I just need a rest.”

“Come, lie down,” Angie said. She grabbed Winwin’s arm and led him to a large bed in the middle of the room. This was Jeno’s parent’s guest room, and being a close relative Angie was the one sleeping in it.

Winwin reached the bed and immediately fell flat onto it. On his stomach, he stretched out wide with his arms to both sides. His shirt slid up his stomach, revealing his lower back and narrow waist.

Angie laughed a third time. “Oh poor baby, not used to partying like this family? Stay right there, I’ll go get you some water.”

She abruptly left the room and closed the door behind her. For a moment, everything fell completely silent, though the party at the other end of the house was certainly not silent at all. The murmur of it could be heard all the way to this room.

Winwin smiled to himself. He recalled the sensation of Angie’s body rubbing against his. He suddenly felt a tingle between his legs, and as his dick pressed against the mattress his bulge quickly grew in size.

Angie soon returned, and Winwin immediately felt a little better. She closed the door and sat down on the edge of the bed. When she handed him a large glass, he rolled on his back and quickly sat up straight. He raised a knee on the bed to cover the erection he now had.

Angie watched him gulp down the whole glass. Her smile never disappeared from her face.

“Feel better?” she asked.

“Much,” Winwin replied. It was only a half truth.

When the glass was empty he leaned sideways to put it on a bedside table, but at the same time Angie leaned in too to take it from him. She placed a palm on the bed to put her weight on, while reaching for the glass in Winwin’s hand with the other.

Two things happened at this moment. First, their hands touched and their eyes met. For several seconds, they just sat there and looked at each other, Winwin frozen mid movement while reaching for the table.

Second, Angie’s hand on the mattress was between Winwin’s legs, and he’d rolled his erection right into her arm. She immediately felt it, and for a brief moment even the straight-forward older woman was short of words.

Then she finally composed herself, smiled wide, looked at the hand between Winwin’s legs, and said: “Oh my.”

“I’m sorry,” Winwin quickly muttered, but he made no attempts to move away from the woman. He remained in place, the glass still in the air and his throbbing boner still pressed against Angie’s wrist.

When Angie realized that maybe the boy was into her, she suddenly relaxed her body and shifted her weight away from the arm, moved the hand slightly, and placed it on Winwin’s bulge. Gently, she started to massage it while staring at his cute face. She was looking for a reaction, ideally a positive one.

Winwin didn’t stop her. On the inside he was screaming, his young mind going wild. A much older, quite sexy woman had her hand between his legs. This was a wet dream come true, and as wrong as it was he thoroughly enjoyed it. There was no way he’d stop her from doing what she was doing to him.

But despite her sexual touch and the flirty personality she had displayed all night, Angie had no intention of going any further. “How old are you?” she asked, a clear signal that she wanted to.

She genuinely expected Winwin to say an even lower number than he did – Jeno was younger and only 19, after all. She was prepared to immediately retract her hand and act shocked, and she thought that would be the extent of their encounter.

“Twenty two,” Winwin replied, and Angie’s face immediately lit up.

Her plan of simply touching the aroused man briefly and leaving it at that was instantly shot to pieces. Despite their age difference, Winwin was an adult and as a horny as he was. Angie herself was extremely aroused by the sudden turn of events.

She never removed the hand. Instead, she changed approach completely.

“Is this okay?” she asked and squeezed Winwin's dick a little harder through his pants.

“Ye-ah,” Winwin wheezed, then cleared his throat. “Yeah,” he repeated, much louder and clearer this time.

This gave Angie all the permission she needed. “Put the glass down,” she said. It sounded both like an order and an encouragement.

Winwin immediately completed his rolling movement, and twisted his hip to reach the bedside table. When the glass was down, he returned on his back, leaning against a pillow.

A worry suddenly shot through his body. He wasn't so drunk that he couldn't think straight. Though he hadn't been able to locate his friend in the past hour, Jeno – and the rest of his family – was not very far away.

“Maybe lock the door?” he said, before Angie got a chance to do anything else.

If Angie hadn't already made up her mind to seduce and pleasure the young man, this certainly cemented things. If Winwin wanted this, despite them both being drunk, she saw no reason whatsoever to hold back on her own desires.

Angie quickly stood up, walked to the door, turned the lock and returned to the bed. Winwin's heart was beating fast, and it was when she locked the door that he truly realized that this was really happening.

He lay completely still on the pillow, with his legs slightly spread and his head raised to get a better view of the older woman as she returned to his crotch.

Angie, in turn, smiled and looked him in the eye when she slowly started to unbuckle his belt and undo his pants.

Winwin still showed no signs of wanting her to stop. In fact, he too smiled wide when Angie pulled down his zipper, and his underwear and the boner underneath it were exposed.

Angie wrapped her fingers around the shaft, and traced the outline of it through the fabric. Winwin suddenly tilted his head back and moaned.

“Ohhh,” he moaned. The pulsing shaft throbbed as blood came rushing to it. “Holy shit!”

Angie saw it as an invitation to continue, and to go further still. She began stroking the outline faster and faster with her fingers. The seam of the underwear slid further and further down, until suddenly the dick head jumped free.

When she saw it, Angie wasted no time. She leaned forward between Winwin's legs and kissed it.

Winwin opened his eyes wide and glanced down. Angie stared back at him, happy and with a seductive expression.

“Ahhh,” Winwin moaned again, as Angie kissed his cock a second time and let the head slide a little further between her lips.

They sat like this for several minutes, Winwin moaning softly without moving a muscle, while Angie took his head and shaft a little deeper each time she came down on his cock. The underwear kept sliding down, until Angie eventually stopped and sat up straight.

She grabbed the open pants and seam of the underwear, and suddenly pulled them further down his legs. Winwin lifted his ass to help her, and his clothes came all the way over his knees and down to his ankles.

Angie had a huge smirk on her face. The shaft was long and hard, resting on Winwin's stomach. Her revealing blouse showcased her large breasts, and she caught Winwin looking at them. He was leaning on his elbows to get a better view, and had a big smile on his face too.

The glass of water Winwin had emptied had helped, and he honestly believed that his mind was completely clear and aware. He didn't feel at all drunk in the moment. But he wouldn't fully realize what had happened, and what he'd been doing, until the following day when the headache kicked in and the memories of the evening came rushing back.

Now, in the heat of the moment, he felt sober, incredibly horny and better than ever. Angie sucking his cock and taking his clothes off was the most amazing, arousing thing that had ever happened in his life. For now, that was.

And thanks to this belief, and his reaction to what she was doing to him, Angie felt no need at all to stop. Their age was just a number, she figured, and in this case that was certainly true. They both wanted one another desperately.

Once she’d helped Winwin get his pants and socks completely off, Angie leaned back in and swallowed his dick whole.

“Holy fuck,” Winwin groaned when she sucked him.

“Shhh,” Angie whispered and grinned. Perhaps she knew that what she was doing wasn't quite right after all.

“Sorry,” Winwin said and giggled. He worked hard to remain silent while Angie continued to work her magic on him.

“Mmm, I'm gonna come,” he suddenly warned. This prompted Angie to stop. She had young meat in her hands, and she certainly wasn’t about to let things end so quickly.

She grabbed Winwin's shaft by the root, and held it pointing straight up while she let her lips slide tightly up it one last time, until the head popped out of her mouth.

Then she sat up straight. Their eyes met again, and Winwin was mezmerized when the hot woman began to unbutton her blouse. He lay there and watched with his mouth half open as her breasts and bra were revealed.

When the blouse was fully open, Angie slid it over her shoulders and took it off. Then she reached behind her back and undid the bra, which she let fall slowly into her lap.

Winwin nearly gasped. The boner moved up and down as it throbbed repeatedly, even though no one was touching it.

“Do you like what you see?” Angie asked seductively.

“Yeah,” Winwin whispered. This was certainly the most thrilling and arousing sexual experience he'd ever had in his young life.

Angie tossed her clothes aside and sat up on all fours. Slowly she started crawling toward Winwin, her breasts hovering above his crotch, stomach and chest as she moved. When she was directly above his face, she leaned down and kissed him the lips.

The pair quickly began to make out. “Touch me,” Angie said in between their wet kisses.

Winwin quickly raised his hands, and found the breasts dangling above him. He slowly lifted and lowered his hips in the air, as the feeling of Angie's soft tissue in his hands sent an incredible sensation to his dick.

Angie soon lowered herself onto the man. She spread her legs wide, and pressed her pelvis down on his crotch. The boner was squeezed between her body and his stomach. Her breasts rubbed against his chest, and he wrapped his arms around her back.

“Mmm,” Angie said.

“Ohh, ahh,” Winwin moaned repeatedly.

Jeno, and what he would think of all this, had long since left his mind entirely.

As time went on, however, Winwin became quite aware of the situation. Angie was amazing, felt great and was unlike any woman Winwin had ever touched in the past. But he wanted more, and suddenly Jeno did cross his mind after all.

It was not a thought of regret or worry about what his friend might think that came knocking, however. In fact, Winwin felt very sure that Jeno wouldn't approve, and rightfully so. Instead, it was the realization that they were in Jeno's childhood home, that they could indeed be caught, and that if he wanted things to go further they'd need to be quick about it. The wonderful moment could be over in a heartbeat if they got caught.

And so, Winwin suddenly stopped kissing and exploring Angie's body with his hands, and asked: “Can I have sex with you?”

The question came out in a way that revealed that he was in fact an innocent, somewhat inexperienced and totally out of his depth young man, in the hands of a much more mature woman. It was the tone of his voice, the uncertainty yet eager spirit in it, that revealed to Angie the she was the one in complete control here. Winwin lay half naked at her disposal, and he wanted nothing else in the whole world than to lay with her.

That's why she asked, for good measure and despite already knowing the answer: “Do you want to?”

“Yeah,” Winwin said, suddenly worried that Angie didn't want the same thing.

“Then yes,” Angie said and smiled calmly. “You can.”

Winwin was beyond himself with excitement, and a sudden passion took hold of him. Now that his wish had been validated, a switch flipped inside him and he finally started taking initiative on his own.

When he leapt up to kiss the woman, she giggled at the sudden move. When he pressed his body closer against hers she rolled on her side as if he was the one guidning her. In reality, her much larger body still overpowered his, and all Winwin was really doing was go with her flow.

Angie lay down on her back, and reached down to pull down her pants. Her thighs were wide and powerful, and her shaved pussy broad and sloppy. Winwin was surprised by what it looked like as he glanced down between her legs, not because it was unusual but because all he'd ever seen before was that of petite girls his own age.

“Take off your shirt,” Angie prompted when she herself was fully nude. Winwin did as he was told, and pulled the shirt over his head as he sat on his knees with his thighs raised straight up.

For a brief moment, Angie admired his body and realized that such a young, hot man was interested in her of all people. I still got it, she thought to herself, as if Winwin was some goal she’d accomplished.

She most certainly did still have it. Winwin hadn't been this aroused in his life.

The sex starts here…

The man's slim body stretched out long when the shirt came off. The hard shaft pointed straight out and swung from side to side as they moved on the mattress. Angie spread her legs wide, and when Winwin was completely naked too, he quickly came down on top of her.

For a minute, they resumed the kissing and Angie was suddenly the one to lay completely still. Perhaps she too was somewhat in disbelief that the much younger man was so turned on by her. She didn't want this to end. She wanted to feel young, and Winwin made her feel exactly that in a way no amounts of makeup, plastic surgery or tight clothes ever could.

As much as their brief time together got Winwin to mature over night, it made Angie feel two decades younger in a heartbeat. It was indeed amazing for both of them.

While they kissed and rubbed their bodies together, Angie spread her large thighs wider, and Winwin squirmed with increasingly broad and intense movements between them. His hands were all over her breasts, and he occasionally leaned down to kiss their nipples.

Angie soon resumed her gentle moaning. “Mmm,” she repeated with her eyes closed. The man felt so small but powerful on top of her.

“Ohhh,” Winwin sighed occasionally.

Until suddenly, he stopped breathing altogether, when he felt something shift between his legs. The dick head had unexpectedly penetrated the vagina, and his shaft was pushed far inside so suddenly he hadn’t even realized what was happening.

The change made Angie feel wilder, braver and hornier than she already was. The family outside was entirely forgotten at this point.

“Oh yeah!” she exclaimed. “Oh yeah, fuck me!”

It was the first time Winwin experienced any kind of dirty talk in bed. All his previous times had been very quiet affairs. It was another reason Angie etched herself onto his brain, and the evening became such a strong memory for him.

“Ahhh,” he moaned a little louder, encouraged by Angie's words. He stopped squirming so much, and instead fell into a steady rhythm. “Ahh, ahh, ahh,” he repeated each time his ass pushed down and his shaft slid back inside the sloppy pussy.

In comparison to her size, Angie realized that Winwin's cock was tiny. She hadn't thought about it before, considering that for his body he had a perfectly respectable tool. But Angie wasn't as tight as she'd once been, and when his body was on top of hers she became very aware of how small Winwin actually was.

She suddenly stopped moaning as she contemplated this. The man kept thrusting into her, and groaning at an increasing volume, poking his tiny head in and out of her. While he was between her legs and lay on top of her wide chest and hips, she toyed with the thought that Winwin was just a little twig spurting out of a large tree trunk.

The thought made her giggle unexpectedly, which prompted Winwin to stop and look up.

“I'm sorry,” Angie quickly said and smiled. “I just thought of something funny.”

That was all Winwin needed to hear. He had no further questions. He was drunk and happy, naked with an older woman, fucking her while aroused to an extent he'd never been before. To him and his young mind, this was as close to paradise as anyone could get. The thought that maybe he wasn't very good at pleasuring a strong and experienced woman like Angie hadn't even crossed his mind, and it never would.

To be fair, Angie quickly realized that her mind had drifted, and she wanted the man to feel good about himself. And so, as Winwin resumed the up and down movements of his adorable ass and his small pecker poked back inside her, she quickly started moaning again. Louder and louder, with more passion each time, to show Winwin how much she loved it.

It worked. Winwin genuinely felt like he was a total stud. He was more than pleased with his performance, and was sure that he made Angie feel as good as she made him.

He did, however, climax sooner than he'd liked. He didn't think about it in the moment, but for years following this sexual encounter it was something he often regretted. He sometimes wondered if his premature ejaculation was the reason Angie never wanted to see him again. It wasn’t, but he didn’t know for sure.

When Angie moaned louder and started rolling her hips under him, Winwin thrust a little faster. As he rubbed his shaft again and again against her insides he soon stopped moaning himself, only panting heavily into Angie's ear.

He eventually held his breath and kept his body completely still, only moving his ass up and down at a fast and steady pace. Angie sensed the change in him and knew that he was close to coming.

“Come for me baby,” she whispered. Winwin took it as another sign that she loved the way he made her feel, but it could just as well be that her mind had drifted again and that by now she just wanted it to end. The truth was somewhere in between.

“Ohhh,” Winwin suddenly moaned. “Ahh, aahh, Ahh, Ahhh!”

Angie held on tight around his tiny body when he released inside her. “Mmmm, oh yeah,” she said when he came, to solidify his belief that it felt incredible to her.

“Ahhh,” Winwin repeated a few more times, while he kept moving his ass at the same steady pace. His slower and slower moans and the fact that his dick was gradually growing soft inside her were the only real signs to Angie that he'd finished.

“Wow, you're amazing!” she said when she felt his muscles relax and the weight of his body increase on her.

“So are you,” Winwin panted in her ear. “Holy shit!”

Angie giggled while Winwin caught his breath.

“That was so good,” he continued.

“Yeah, it was,” Angie said. Considering how young and desired Winwin made her feel, it really wasn't a lie at all.

When he returned to his senses, Winwin suddenly felt very tired. The water Angie had given him had quickly evaporated, as his body exerted itself through the physical activity they'd just engaged in, and because it worked so hard to fight the alcohol flowing through his blood.

When he felt his eyelids closing, he quickly sat up and pulled his now slack dick out of Angie's vagina. She quickly glanced down between his legs to catch one last glimpse of the young meat.

“You still need rest,” Angie said when Winwin collapsed on his stomach beside her on the bed.

Winwin didn't respond, which made Angie smile wide. He's so adorable, she thought to herself, and for the first time she noticed his cute ears.

“You can get some sleep here,” Angie said, but Winwin was already out cold.

Slowly as not to wake him, Angie got out of bed and found her clothes on the floor. She put them on while occasionally glancing at Winwin's bare back and the flat ass on her bed.

When she was done, she took the duvet and gently placed it over him. She walked to the door and turned off the light which had been on the whole time.

Carefully, she peaked into the hallway outside. The coast was clear. She stepped out of the room, quickly closed the door behind her, and went back to the party which was still going strong. She acted as if nothing had happened at all, like she’d just been to the bathroom or something.

On the dance floor, she ran into Jeno and his sister.

“Have you seen Winwin?” the sister asked eagerly.

“Yeah,” Angie replied with a big grin on her face. “I found him in the hallway, so drunk and tired he was almost passed out. I put him to sleep in my room. I'll stay on the couch tonight, if I'll sleep at all, because this party is wild! Come on Jeno, dance with me!”

Jeno laughed at his silly aunt, and quickly started dancing with her. But then his sister interrupted them: “I should go check on him,” she said with a seriously concerned expression.

“No, don't!” Angie exclaimed with a little too much haste. She quickly composed herself. “He’s fine. Let him sleep it off. You'll see him in the morning.”

The sister wasn’t convinced.

“Don’t disturb him, okay?” Angie said with a stern look and placed a hand on her niece's shoulder. “I know what it's like to be a hormonal teenager.”

“Alright, alright,” the sister said. ”Jeez!”

“Now dance with us!” Angie said and smiled wide once more, to lighten the mood.

For a few seconds, Jeno had found his aunt's reaction and tone of voice odd when she talked about his friend, but the thought never fully registered in his dunken mind. Now, the aunt had cast her charming spell on him and his sister, and the family danced and laughed and celebrated long into the night. Winwin would never know how she saved him, but the truth is that she did.

At some point, the night and party came to an end. Some of the many guests went home one by one, others went to bed in various rooms around the big house. Jeno and his sister too eventually called it a night.

The music had long since stopped and the house had become quiet when Angie pulled a blanket over herself and quickly passed out on the couch.

*****

Winwin woke up with the pounding headache he should have expected. For a moment, he had no idea where he was. The door was closed, the lights were off, but the sun peaked through the curtains of a nearby window.

He felt cold yet sticky. The duvet had been kicked to the floor by his feet and he had a faint memory of sweating profusely in the night, when the alcohol started to leave his beat body.

He was surprised to find himself completely naked and exposed. Then he suddenly remembered Angie, and the amazing sex they'd had. He smiled wide to himself, before a worry rushed over him. The door probably wasn't locked. Had anybody come to check on him and seen him butt naked in Angie’s bed? Did Jeno know what they had done?

He picked the duvet up form the floor, then stayed in bed for half an hour as he slowly came to his senses. Then he turned and found a woman's watch on the bedside table. He picked it up too and checked the time.

It was well past noon. He had no idea how everyone else was doing, who was awake and – if anyone – who was still asleep.

Eventually he got the strength and willpower to get up. He rummaged around for a bit and found his clothes scattered on the floor. He put them on slowly while holding on to the bed, the room still spinning, then quickly fixed his messy hair before he built up the courage to open the door and step outside.

At first, the house seemed empty. Then he heard voices coming from the kitchen. When he entered it, Jeno and his mother looked up and smiled at him. Jeno's sister quickly lit up, and became giddy with excitement. Jeno's father looked wide awake but only had a faint smile on his face. And Angie, who was sitting at the far end of the table, newly showered and in a fresh set of colorful and revealing clothes, smiled too but did a good job at looking casual and indifferent.

“Morning,” Jeno's mother said.

“Good morning Sicheng!” the sister blurted out. Her genuine thrill to see him was hard to miss.

“Morning,” Angie muttered, still smiling faintly.

“Morning,” Winwin said and mustered a smile himself. He casually pulled out a chair, then looked at Jeno's mother. “Happy birthday again, and thank you for letting me come.”

“Thank you,” the mother replied. ”It's always nice to meet Jeno's friends, right honey?”

The father looked up and grunted. Perhaps he wasn't so wide awake after all. A memory of him letting it loose on the dance floor suddenly appeared in Winwin's head.

“Very nice,” Angie said when her brother-in-law didn't speak, but quickly realized that maybe if there was one time in her life she should stay silent, it was now.

Winwin glanced at her chest, then quickly caught himself. “You're a great family,” he said. ”And that was quite a party.”

“Quite the party indeed,” Angie said in a low voice, to no one in particular.

“I'm sorry I made you sleep on the couch,” Winwin said to acknowledge her. He too wanted to appear casual, but on the inside he was beyond himself with excitement that he'd gotten to have sex with her.

“That's alright,” Angie said. “I got to spend some time in bed before you came crashing in.”

Winwin grinned, as the memory of the door opening and him falling on the floor came back to him. He looked around and caught Jeno glaring, then quickly wiped the smile off his face.

“Thank you for inviting me, Jeno,” he said to brush it off.

“You're welcome,” Jeno said.

The mother got up and offered their guest something to eat, and soon the whole family were talking as they all gradually came back to life. Winwin and Angie stayed mostly quiet through the lunch, but occasionally caught the other looking.

As great and surprisingly wild as the party had been, the time with Angie was what would forever stay in Winwin's mind, and what would make him horny late at night for many years to come. It was the first and last time he’d get to touch the older woman. But it certainly wasn’t the last time she made him come, and that, my friends, is why this has been Winwin’s most memorable sexual experience.

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Back To Krypton - Chapter 43 (The final chapter)

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Kara lifts her head up from where she was staring at her feet as the pod pulls up outside of the accommodation. She climbs out after reaching over and grabbing her things from the footwell in the front, ignoring the way the Kelex seems to be staring into her soul accusingly as she does so.

Walking to the front door, she unwraps Esme’s jacket from around hers and unravels hers so she can put it on. She doesn’t want to be separated from it now, that wouldn’t be very helpful. She tucks both Esme’s teddy and her jacket under her left arm and reaches out to open the door with her right, Kelex on her tail the entire time.

She walks in to find both her parents and the entire group sitting in the living area, everyone so silent that she could hear a pin drop.

“Hi.” She says to break the awkward air about the room, unsure of what else she can say given their current situation.

Her mother’s jaw tightens and her father’s hands clench into fists around the material of his pants. “Is that all you have to say?” He asks through gritted teeth.

“I don’t know what you want me to say. Let’s be honest; we both knew this would happen and had to happen.”

Alura springs to her feet like she’s about to race over to her to confront her, but Zor-El’s hand on her wrist stops her and has her composing herself once more. “Kara, that’s not true.”

“Yes, it is. We haven’t trusted each other since we made that deal. I know you wouldn’t give me the crystal, and you’ve always known that I would figure that out and try to steal it.” Kara argues, exasperated because she knows it to be true no matter how much they deny it.

Zor-El sniffs harshly. “I trusted you, Kara. I admit that I’ve known that you don’t trust me all along, but you’re my daughter. No matter how old you are, you’re my blood and I trust you. I wish you could’ve granted us that same honour.”

“So you’re going to tell me you wouldn’t have tried negotiating for more days? Or maybe just not given it to me until we figured out the atmosphere issue?” Kara sits down on the edge of the nearest couch, perched beside Nia. In doing so, she sees little Esme curled up between her parents, obviously nervous, if not afraid. “Can we talk about this in private? She doesn’t need to hear this.”

Her mother shakes her head. “I can’t trust that you don’t have some other plan that requires her to be elsewhere while we are distracted.”

Kara frowns. “I’m not you, mother. I don’t use children to trap or trick people.”

Alura recoils as though she’s been slapped. “I did what I did because I had to, not because I wanted to.”

“No, you didn’t. You could’ve used my beacon to call her without having me there. You arrested her in front of me and I’ll always remember you as the woman who took away my aunt.”

“I sent you into the other room.” Alura tries to argue.

“Do you think a twelve-year-old girl is just going to go without peeking? You didn’t even check that I’d gone. You know what? Never mind. Just let someone take her out of here. She’s just a kid.”

This time, it’s Zor-El that shakes his head. “No.”

“Excuse me?” Kara looks absolutely disgusted as her father stands up and grabs her by the forearm, pulling her across the room to sit beside her mother before he settles in front of her so she can’t escape.

The look she finds herself on the receiving end of is nothing short of pure devastation. “I want to trust you, Inah, but you’ve left me no choice. I cannot allow you to disrespect our family.”

He steps forward and reaches out to grasp her arm again as her mother does the same on the arm closest to her.

“Hey, get your hands off her!” Alex is on her feet and storming over quicker than a bullet from a gun, but she’s still not quick enough because she’s rounded on by both the Kelex from the accommodation and the one from the apartment that arrived with Kara. Their claw hands aren’t anywhere in sight as she’s threatened in a very similar manner to how Kara was back when she tried to steal the safe.

“Keep the…guests at bay.” Alura struggles to find the right word, one that isn’t defamatory.

The entire team is kept firmly in their seats with the threat of violence looming over them. Kelly curls herself around Esme to try and protect her in case they get trigger-happy.

“Can I at least give my niece her teddy? She’s terrified, look at her.” Kara practically spits the question at the pair, shaking her head as she peers around her father’s form to see the little girl quaking in her mother’s arms.

Zor-El peeks over his shoulder, sees Esme and seems to return back to himself. He looks to Alura. “Maybe we should let her go.”

Alura shakes her head. “We can’t trust them.”

“Look at her, Alura. She’s just a child.”

Sighing and letting the sight of the terrified little girl tug at her heartstrings, Alura addresses a Kelex. “Take the young girl and her mother into the kitchen and keep them there until further instructions. Disarm unless they try to run.”

Kelly relaxes as one floats towards them, now looking a lot less threatening. “Follow.”

She gets up nervously, hoists Esme up into her arms and wraps her up tightly, her heart breaking as she feels her daughter bury her head into the crook of her neck, openly crying from fear.

“This is why I don’t trust you. I used to think you were the greatest people that ever lived, but you’re not. You’re the people that allowed the planet to die when you had the chance to save it. All you had to do was listen to Astra; she could have helped you, but you were too prideful. Now look where she is.” Kara bites her lip as she tries to force back the tears, determined not to show her parents how much this is affecting her.

Zor-El’s previously devastated look is no longer in place. Now, he’s completely unreadable. “We never claimed to be the greatest people, Kara. We’ve always just been your parents.”

“Except for when you abandoned me by sending me to another planet alone with the knowledge that I would be the last of my kind that carries any significant memory of our planet.”

“We haven’t done that yet!” Alura snaps. “You’re holding us to the actions of people we haven’t become yet.”

“You will,” Kara says, her voice low and dark. “That’s inescapable. Even now, you have to do it. No matter what, I must be raised on Earth or else the timeline will collapse. You don’t get to rectify any mistakes you’ve made. If you do save Krypton, that’s great, but you’ll have to live with what you’ve done.”

Alura’s lips press into a stiff line as she holds her tongue. Lena watches from across the room, barely looking at the Kelex that is threatening her. It’s not the first time she’s been on the wrong side of a gun, and it won’t be the last. She can deal with the emotional turmoil of that later. She’s more concerned about Kara.

Screw it. She steps forward, ignoring the Kelex as it speaks to her. “Remain where you are. Remain where you are.”

“What do you think you’re doing?” Zor-El asks, arms folded as he takes in the sight of the woman trying to find a way around the floating robot that keeps moving in her path whenever she tries to doge her way around it to get closer.

“I’m going to comfort my girlfriend because her parents are assholes and are terrorizing her.” She snarls. “Move your pet rust bucket out of my way.”

“What is a rust bucket?” He asks with a frown before shaking his head. “Sit back down. This is a family affair.”

Lena’s lip curls. “You’re not her family. Not anymore. We’re Kara’s family, and if you think that we’ll let you stand there and corner her when you’re the ones being unreasonable, then you’re sadly mistaken.

Very quickly, Lena finds herself on the receiving end of a pair of glares that are sharper than a knife in a spear factory. “I suggest you sit back down before we have Kelex open fire.”

“Just do it, Lena. I don’t want you to get hurt.” Kara says, her voice pleading and her lips wobbling. “And that goes for you two as well. I don’t want any of you to get hurt.” She leans to one side to look directly at both Nia and Alex.

Her fingers are playing with the ear of the bear she’s still clinging to. She wishes she could give it to Esme to comfort her, although she’s happy to take care of it and take a little bit of comfort from it herself. If she weren’t so sure that Alex would never let her live it down, she would pull it up into her lap and snuggle it right now. She’d prefer to snuggle Lena more than the bear, but since there are weaponized robots being controlled by her parents, who are nothing short of assholes, that’s not feasible either.

“Now, what did you take from the lab?” Zor-El hardens his gaze as he stares down at his daughter.

Kara shakes her head, her eyebrows pinching. “Nothing. I didn’t take anything.”

“You think I don’t know my own daughter well enough to know when you’re lying, Kara? Don’t insult me. You may not believe we were good parents to you, but we did our damn best and will continue doing our best. We’ve never claimed to be perfect, but we love Kara more than anyone in this universe. I’m sorry you can’t see that, but now we have to protect our daughter and we can’t do that with you here. You’re not our daughter. The little girl currently at school is our daughter. The little girl who runs up to us excitedly when we arrive home is our daughter. Not you. We tried our best to see you that way, treated you like you’re her, but you’re not, so now we have to treat you as what you are.”

“And what’s that?” Kara presses her lips together, holding back the quiver of her lips to not give him the satisfaction.

He shrugs at her helplessly. “You’re a threat.”

“So that’s it?”

“Yes, Kara. That’s it.” He nods. “So what did you take?”

“I didn’t take anything.”

Zor-El’s eyes connect with Alura’s, and with that contact comes a silent message, one she hears loud and clear. They each grasp one of Kara’s wrists and ignore the way she stiffens beneath them. With her held in place so she can’t run, Alura uses her free hand to start searching Kara, and it takes her less than five seconds before her palm makes contact with a crystal through the material of her jacket. “Take it off.”

Kara yanks her wrists free and folds her arms over her chest. “No.”

Zor-El leans into her space. “That wasn’t a request. Need I remind you of the position your friends are in, Kara?”

Gritting her teeth, Kara slides the jacket off. As much as she wants to argue, she won’t do it at anyone else’s expense.

“Was that so hard?” Alura sighs as she starts pulling out the crystals from each pocket of the jacket, honestly surprised by how many Kara managed to store in there. “Rao, help me.” She murmurs.

“How did you get these?” Zor-El demands.

“You should hide stuff better, just for future reference.” Kara leans back, her hands covering her now bare forearms, slightly chilly without her jacket.

Zor-El takes the crystals and piles them up on the couch cushion on the other side of Alura. Once that’s done, he takes the jacket from his wife and checks it over himself to make sure there are no more crystals there. When he’s satisfied that all of them have been removed and that she’s not lying to him, he tosses the jacket onto her lap carelessly before he gathers the small pile of crystals in his arms. “Stay here.”

Kara watches him leave down the hallway with barely contained disdain written across her face, but they have a chance with him gone. She makes eye contact with the other three women in the room that she actually trusts and conveys a silent message.

Now.

Alex jumps into action first, ever the overachiever, and kicks the Kelex squarely in its tinny body. It sends it shooting back towards Kara, who pushes herself away from Alura, grabs Kelex’s arm and shoves the lit-up, weaponized arm into Alura’s chest.

The weapon wasn’t fully charged, so it barely does anything, but the momentary shock of the bolt of electricity she got and the sudden revolt from the group gives them enough time to make a break for it.

Kara is the last out the door, clutching Esme’s teddy to her chest along with her jacket, taking comfort in the items as she meets her mother’s eyes one last time as Zor-El’s footsteps thud along the hallway, having heard the commotion. He’s on his way back so they have to leave now, but she’s frozen. She’s sure this will be her last memory of her parents, and this one is much more traumatizing than the previous last memory she had of them. This time, she knows what they are.

A hand wrapping around her arm has her breaking eye contact with her mom. Her feet unstick and she whips her head around to see Lena’s worried eyes gazing back at her. They don’t have time to dive into it though. They have to go.

Rushing through the kitchen, Kara sees that Alex has been busy. There’s a Kelex on the floor, a knife sitting out of the screen on its face. She stabbed a robot in the face. That’s a very Alex move and honestly, Kara approves.

Alex, Kelly, Nia and Esme are gathered by the door leading out from the kitchen to outside looking uncertain. Kara pushes them all through it and slams it behind her.

“Kara, the crystals.” Kelly pushes out, looking frantic.

“It doesn’t matter. Just run. Go towards the stable and on my signal, you all have to scream as loud as you can and get ready to jump.”

“Jump?” Nia asks, her eyes wide as they start running.

Her question never gets answered over the thudding of their feet and their heavy pants as they run faster than they have ever run in their lives. Except for all of the other times they’ve been in life-or-death situations anyway, they probably ran just as fast then.

They get within fifteen feet of the stable door before they get the signal. “Now!” Kara shouts right before breaking into a scream.

They all join her, unsure of why they’re screaming or what in the world is happening, but still, they trust. They trust and they scream. Not for ice cream, although that would be nice. Nope, they’re screaming for H’Rakas. H’Raka’s that come storming out of the stable doors in a panicked frenzy thanks to the screaming.

“Jump!” Lena tries to sound demanding, but it comes out as more of a screech than anything.

Between the two H’Rakas, they manage to each get at least one hand on their harnesses as they race across the ground, and they’re being pulled right along with them until they get close enough to the accommodation building that the H’Rakas do what the group need them to do and fly.

And so, that’s how they find themselves dangling from a pair of H’Rakas. H’Rakas that are already harnessed up with two packs of their most important possessions strapped to them, one on each beast. On the back of Swoopy, there’s even another guest in the form of a floating, headless Kelex being pulled along by a rope.

They’re not out of the woods yet though, both figuratively and literally. Bolt and Swoopy instinctively fly towards the trees, ready to take them back over the forests and away from Kandor.

Lena manages to climb up and onto Bolt’s saddle just as Alex manages to climb onto Swoopy’s. From there, they start pulling people up until they’re safe, or at least try to.

Alex grabs Kara’s arm, annoyed that she’s still clutching onto the items from before in a bit of a shocked haze. “Come on, Kara. Pull yourself together. We have to get out of here.”

Alex pulls the teddy and jackets out of Kara’s arms so she can climb up behind her right before shoving them into her chest so she can try and get Nia up too. A quick glance over at the other H’Raka and his passengers tells her they’re safe. Lena, Kelly and Esme are all swashed together, Esme between the two women and as safe as they can be given the circumstances.

Knowing that they’re safe and in control of Bolt, Alex stops trying to control Swoopy, trusting that the dragon-like monster will follow the other H’Raka, or at least praying that’s what will happen.

She grips onto Nia’s forearm. “Pass me your other hand.” She yells down at her.

“I can’t.” Nia winces as she tries to use her still-injured hand to get up, slipping more as her other hand gives way a little at a time.

“Kara, help me.” Alex snaps at her sister, prompting Kara to shove the stuff beneath her thighs and actually help, the whipping wind doing wonders for getting her back into the action.

She reaches down and grabs Nia’s injured hand, ignoring her cries of pain. She pulls up, shuffling her onto the harness one inch at a time, eventually trading her hand for her wrist, then her forearm, then her bicep and armpit before she’s lying down across the harness on her belly but still on it nonetheless.

“Signal Brainy,” Kara speaks loudly so Nia can hear her over the wind.

“I can’t!” Nia clutches onto the nearest part of the harness she can, scared she is going to fall but too afraid to reposition herself better.

“For Rao’s sake.” Kara sighs. They have had their little signal button hanging on a thin cord like a pendant, and at no point in this mission has it left Nia’s neck. None of them have argued against this at any point, seeing it for what it is; Nia needs a connection with her boyfriend, who she’s been separated from for months now.

Kara reaches beneath Nia, shoving her hand down the front of her shirt and searching for the signal button with hurried fingers.

“Can you go a little bit fucking quicker?” Alex snaps, looking back to see the lights of what is, quite obviously, a pod coming up behind them.

The button must have fallen into Nia’s bra at some point in the ruckus, and Kara grimaces as she pulls it free before she unlatches the locket-like design of it and pushes the button on the inside with a firm press of her thumb.

It lights up so bright that the white light emitting from it shines through the fabric of Nia’s shirt, but none of them pay it any mind, too concerned with the pod that is gaining on them, a second one not too far behind.

They don’t have to worry though because just as Brainy had promised when they were planning this mission, he’s there in no time at all, a large panel open on one side for them to fly directly into, a panel that closes the second they have landed in the large, open cargo bay of the Legion ship.

Upon being trapped, the H’Rakas panic a little thrashing until Lena and Kara slide off their backs and press their hands to the centre of their heads, comforting them with a firm touch and murmured words of reassurance before they hear Brainy’s voice come booming from a speaker somewhere in the room. “Please make your way to the cockpit immediately.”

Lena grabs some of the straps that are attached to the walls that are used to secure luggage and such in place so she can start buckling the H’Rakas in. She’s making sure they’re safe, they’re part of the team now and she doesn’t have it in her to care about the consequences of taking the equivalent of a dragon back to Earth with them.

While Lena does that, Kara helps everyone down so they can start running to the cockpit, all of them unsteady on their feet since the ship is very much still moving. She presses Esme’s jacket and teddy into her arms before throwing hers on so it’s out of her hands.

“Need a hand?” She asks Lena.

“Nope, it’s done.” Lena presses a hand to her back, pushing her out the door as she shouts back over her shoulder. “Try not to panic, we don’t need you setting anything on fire!”

They skid through the hallways and throw themselves into their seats in the cockpit. “Can we go?” Kara calls out to Brainy, wishing she could see his face. She’s more than willing to just take in the view of the back of his head for now though, she’d like to get off this planet, as sad as she is to be leaving again.

“We have an issue.” Brainy frowns. “The ship is being tethered by some kind of connection and we can’t leave. Our speed has been limited and we can’t get out of the atmosphere if we can’t pick up speed.”

“Can you untether us?” Lena unclips herself and trips her way to his side.

“Yes, but I need to get closer to the source of the connection to do so.”

“I can do that. Hand over the controls.” Kara appears on the other side of him and Brainy gives up his seat, allowing her to sit down while he takes her seat, pulling up a screen and starting to get to work. Lena’s not sure what to do so she hovers for a moment. Kara glances up at her before nodding at her, trying her best to comfort her the only way she can given their lack of time. “Sit down and buckle up. This is going to be a bumpy ride.”

Lena does just that, checking that everyone else is strapped in before she clips herself in. “Ok, we’re all set.”

“Hold on!” Kara yells out before she sets the ship to maximum speed.

She makes an about-turn, which forces the pods on their tail to move out of their way or get hit by a ship that would cause catastrophic damage to them if they made contact at the speed Kara is going.

Speeding towards Kandor, Kara keeps her eyes peeled on the screen in front of her, watching every minute detail as they pass, directing them around trees, rocks and later buildings with a reaction that is much quicker than any of the others could manage. Call it experience; she’s been flying through a densely populated city at high speeds for years. She was made for this.

The Communications Centre is in a really inconvenient place: the city centre. That’s where she’s certain the tether must be from. That’s the only place she can reasonably assume managed to track the ship in such a short span of time, and that also has the resources and technology that allowed them to place the tether in the first place.

She speeds the ship forward, well aware that in a matter of moments, there will be a whole fleet of pods and ships trailing after them, just more things to avoid.

Onwards they fly, cutting through the air and rounding building after building in a precise but slightly chaotic manner.

“Holy shit! Kara, can you chill out?” Alex yelps as she’s thrown sideways in her seat, the seatbelt a little too loose. She yanks on the straps to cinch them in further, afraid that Kara’s driving will make them all snap and they’ll end up in a heap in the corner of the cockpit because she can’t fly a ship nicely.

“We’re flying for our lives here, Alex. Shut up!” Kara shouts, not taking her eyes off their flight path for even a second. She can’t afford to lose her concentration and accidentally fly them into a building or something now. These people might be destined to die but she won’t be the one to kill them.

The team all hang on as tightly as they can as Kara manoeuvres them through the city and around the stream of pods that are aiming directly for them, all of them shining their lights as brightly as possible in what is a clear attempt to blind them and make them stop. That would probably work better if it were dark and if they weren’t up against a ship from the future that has a whole boatload of built-in gadgets and gizmos that help them remain unaffected.

Brainy grits his teeth as he tries to keep his eyes on what he’s doing, blocking out Kara and her driving skills as much as he can. While he recognizes that she has the highest probability of being able to safely manoeuvre them through Kandor, or anywhere on this planet, he’d still prefer Lena be the one to drive. He should have asked her to in hindsight.

“Alright, Brainy, the Communications Centre is coming up. How close do I need to get us?”

“Stay on course. This distance is optimal. Circle around if possible.”

Kara furrows her brow, momentarily letting her mind slip to the H’Rakas and feeling bad for them. She knows they’re slipping about something silly in the cargo bay, even with them strapped in. Hopefully, when they’re out of the atmosphere she can check on them and calm them down.

When the Communications Centre is in sight, she flies right by it before taking a harsh left around a nearby school. It’s best she tries to keep her distance from that one as much as possible. This isn’t a day for the mass murder of children.

“A couple of laps please, Kara. I’ll have us untethered in less than a minute.”

Kara nods to herself and takes a shaky breath. It’s almost over.

Just as she rounds another building, she sees a giant wall of pods blocking her way, and thanks to her instinct not to hurt people, she ends up being forced to pull up, trying to avoid hitting any of them.

There must be at least a hundred pods all lined up to prevent them from passing, and as she climbs higher, the pods also fly up, blocking her from flying over them. “For Rao’s sake, it’s like these people have a death sentence,” Kara mutters before she hits the brakes, slowing them right down at a frightening pace and letting the pods continue climbing for a few seconds, all of them taking a long moment to realize what happened.

By the time they do know what Kara did, it’s too late. She has brought them back down and successfully turned around to go back to circling around the city.

“Almost there! Another twenty seconds!” Brainy calls out an update.

Kara has to slam the brakes on a second time when two pods block their way once again, two very familiar faces manning the ships.

“These people really do not get a hint.” Kara spits out, and there’s enough anger in her voice to prompt the people nearest to her, Lena and Nia, to look over and see what she’s looking at. They were previously just closing their eyes and praying since watching where they’re going only leads to a drastic increase in anxiety and nausea.

Kara can faintly hear Lena saying her name, trying her best to get her attention, but she’s too busy focusing on her parents to answer, a ringing in her ears slowly drowning out her words. She lets off the brake and then hits the throttle, heading right for them.

The ship blasts forward and she sees the rush of realization across their faces as they see that she’s going to force her way past them and pay them no mind. She’s not under their control and they’ve broken their relationship with her, not that there was much of one to begin with. They had their chance at being good parents, but they ruined it. They made their bed, now they have to lie in it.

The ship lurches forward, pushing the pods out of the way. Kara breathes a sigh of relief when she sees the pods simply spin out of control before they stutter to a stop and they both head for the nearest building for an emergency landing. They’re fine. She might hate them, but she doesn’t want them dead.

“Got it! Let’s go!” Brainy shouts. Kara takes no more prompting to angle the ship upwards, and she starts building up their speed. They’re finally leaving.

As they go, the back of the ship takes some minor blasts from a couple of larger vessels that joined in the fun a little too late. They probably would have had an issue if they had gotten to them sooner, but now it doesn’t matter.

They break free of the atmosphere and plummet out into space, where Kara then slows them down enough to swap seats with Brainy once more, allowing him to take over and get them on course back to their time.

Within moments, they’re in the timestream and safely away from any danger. No Kryptonians can follow them here, and they can plan what they will do when they get back to Earth. They still have Lex to deal with, but for now, they can spare a few minutes to fully take in the weight of what just happened—all of it. The past few months have been full of a lot of major events that none of them will forget in a hurry, and it will take time to fully process it all.

As soon as Brainy gives them the all-clear, Nia is out of her seat and throwing her arms around him, dropping herself into his lap and pressing her lips to his. “I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too.” His tone is soft, and he reaches out to the still-glowing pendant to turn off the signal. “These past few months have been quite difficult without you. I would not like to repeat that.”

Nia beams down at him, her eyes watering. “Me neither.”

The rest of the team watches their little reunion, each couple wrapping their arms around each other’s waists, taking in the sight of the cute couple reuniting.

“You guys are so adorable.” Kara breaks them out of their little moment, grimacing when she realizes she ruined the romantic moment.

“Thank you, Kara. I agree.” Brainy nods over at her. “And I must say that you and Lena also make a very adorable couple too. I assume you figured out your feelings for each other based on the way you’re pressed into each other.”

“You knew?” Lena baulks. “You knew, and you didn’t think to tell me?”

Brainy frowns. “I was under the impression that you were aware of your feelings.”

Lena throws her hands up in the air. “I was. I wasn’t aware of Kara’s though. You could have told me!”

“It wasn’t my place.” Brainy answers simply. “I am pleased you both figured it out though.”

Lena sighs. There’s no point in being annoyed about it. It all worked out for the best. “Oh well. At least we did figure it out.”

“That is a very big plus.” Kara shrugs.

“How did the mission go?” Brainy asks. “Did you get the blueprints?”

The team shares uncomfortable looks before Kelly steps forward, her eyes pinned on Kara. “Did we?”

Kara breaks into a smile. “We did.”

Everyone smiles back at her, barely contained confusion on their faces as they do. Lena nudges her with her hip. “Want to explain what exactly happened back there? I didn’t know you packed the H’Rakas up. How did you even do that without us noticing?”

“Ok, so I’m going to have to explain this a bit at a time.” Kara starts.

“Please do,” Alex says.

“And please tell me what a H’Raka is,” Brainy interjects.

“It’s one of those dragon-type creatures we have in the cargo bay,” Nia explains.

Brainy shoots up from his seat and almost sends Nia sprawling onto the floor. “You kept them? I thought you let them go! We can’t take them back to Earth with us.”

“Sure we can, and we’re going to.” Kara’s voice is firm as she says it. “Bolt and Swoopy are part of the team now and there’s nothing anyone can say that will change my mind.”

“You definitely changed the timeline. There’s going to be a mess to clean up when we get back to Earth.” Brainy complains, sitting back down in a huff.

“Anyway, I packed the H’Rakas up early this morning before anyone was awake, and I opened their stall doors. I used the fact that they’re known to break free from rope when startled to my advantage so we could use them for a quick getaway too. It was a perfect plan.”

“And you packed the one crystal we have?” Lena confirms, proud of Kara now that she’s aware that Kara actually came up with a pretty good plan, one that was actually successful.

Alex grins at her, sharing Lena’s thoughts. “I’m glad part of your plan worked.”

“The other parts worked too.” Kara shrugs. “I meant to get caught at the apartment and the lab.”

“Why?” Alex’s eyes widen dramatically.

“So they wouldn’t think to check the bear.”

In an instant, all eyes are on the bear cradled between Esme’s arms, the little girl grinning almost evilly. “I helped Aunt Kara.”

“What do you mean?” Alex asks, in shock as she takes in the look on her daughter's face.

Esme holds out her bear for Kara to take. “I helped Aunt Kara.”

“She was my little spy.” Kara grins. “Nobody is going to suspect a kid who is playing of shoving important information crystals into their teddy bear. I got my father to get a few of them out when I took Esme with me to the lab the first time under the guise of needing them for research. He counted them all before putting them away, but I stuck a few blank ones in their place. He didn’t suspect a thing because I was too busy being suspicious about other things.”

“You used my daughter to steal?” Alex wants to be angry, she really does, but Kara just came up with a plan that was so good that even she didn’t see through it.

Kara smiles. “I sure did. I figured that if the other plans worked then that’s all fine and dandy, but this was my main plan. I had a plan in a plan in another plan. I wanted to cover all bases and it worked.” She holds up the bear before she unzips the back of it and pulls out several crystals that had been pushed into it. “Now, that’s how you use a bear to smuggle the goods.”

“Holy shit.” Nia laughs. “You got us, Kara. I’m not even mad about it. I have a crazy amount of respect for you right now.”

That leads Kara to take a deep bow, the crystals balanced precariously in her hands. Lena takes them off her, scared she’s going to drop them. “You’re the most annoying person I’ve ever met.”

“How did you plan for us to escape from the accommodation other than the H’Rakas? How did you know we’d get out of there?” Kelly asks.

“I just figured that they’d cross a line at some point and Alex would go all mama bear. That kind of happened, but it was mostly dumb luck there. I couldn’t plan it all, but I did a lot of it covered just in case.”

“I have no idea what happened to you guys out there, but I do have to ask more questions,” Brainy says. “Did I see you carrying a sword on the back of one of the H’Rakas, and why did I see a decapitated robot being dragged behind you?”

“Yeah, it’s a family heirloom, and the Kelex is purely to help carry luggage.” Kara boasts. “The sword is actually super cool and—”

“It’s definitely going to change the timeline some more.” Brainy cuts her off, not even touching on the Kelex again. That whole thing is horrifying.

Lena comes to her rescue. “Most likely, but we’ve got everything we need to get back home and face Lex. We’ve got everything under control, Brainy. This is a happy time. Smile.”

His shoulders sag. “I am happy. The mission was successful and that’s excellent news.”

“It is.” Kara agrees, scooping Esme up and setting her on her hip. “And Miss Esme here is the star of the show. She’s the hero here.”

The group breaks into applause for the little girl, who is laughing her head off as they holler her name.

“We did it.” Kara sighs after she sets Esme back down, moving to wrap her arm around Lena’s shoulders and leaning in to press her lips to her cheek. “Now, let’s get back to Earth."

The end...for now

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