#[[ even if Summer is still teasing about the step-grandpa thing xD ]]

[countlessrealities]

Hey Morty and Summer how do you feel about Chance, anyway

Unprompted asks || Always accepting !

The Smith siblings exchange a look at the question, as if to check if the other wants to go first. They have thought for that spot way too many times not to be expecting some competition whenever the chance is presented.

In this particular case, however, the matter is quickly and quietly sorted as Summer shrugs, as a way of saying that Morty can start. After all, her brother is the one who has the closest connection with chance, so it's fair for him to go ahead.

If Morty is a little surprised by Summer's quick and easy surrender, he doesn't show it. He just looks excited, even if it's to tell if it's because he gets to speak first for once or because he's looking forward to share his thoughts on Chance.

"I-I think he's great! H-He's so cool and nice and badass an-and he's always patient with me. He teaches me things, n-never get upset if I ask him to explain something again or-or if I get distracted while we're doing stuff together," the boy starts to rant, words tumbling out of his mouth a little too quickly.

Still, even if it might not seem, he's being careful and watching his tongue. The temptation to say that Chance is better company and a better mentor than Rick is bugging him from the back of his mind, but he ignores it. If he were to voice that thought, he would regret it. Not just because the scientist would most likely do something petty in retaliation, but also because it's not true.

Chance's company is more pleasant, and that's undeniable, but the bond he and Rick have just can't be topped. For better or for worse.

"W-We get along really an-and I thinks that he actually likes talking to me?" And isn't that a first. Usually people engage him in conversation only if they have no other choice. "I-I mean, I talked to him when he was Clarissa's too, b-but...I don't know. T-Talking to Chance is easier? I-I think it's because he's more...you know. A-At peace with himself and his past. C-Clarissa struggled a lot more an-and it made me wish I could do something more to help..."

His voice trails off for a moment, as his expression sobers up a little. He remembers very clearly each and every conversation he and Clarissa have shared, and he can recall just as clearly how much they cost her. However, this isn't about the gloomy past. He wants to talk about how amazing Chance is, because he deserves it, after everything he has gone through and overcome.

"H-He helped me with...he helped me figuring out some stuff an-and I really appreciate it b-because even when he was, uh, pushing me out of my comfort zone, h-he was nice about it, you know? An-And he talked it out with me, i-if I started to panic a little."

He still feels a little stupid to have made such a big deal about his romantic orientation, especially considering what his life is made of and the people in them, but he is also sure that it would have taken him much longer to make peace with it without the man supporting him.

"I-I guess it's nice to be understood? An-And wanted without second aims. B-By someone who's much smarter and better than me." After so many years or being, at most, everyone's second choice, being pick first feels good. "I-I learnt a lot of stuff from him. An-And got to show him what I-I can already do. U-Usually no one...really bothers with it, so..."

Not to mention that Clarissa / Chance have been sort of open to share a very personal trauma of theirs not to make him feel alone.

"B-But, uh, what I meant to say is...C-Chance is a wonderful person. H-He's suffered a lot, b-but he still has...a lot to give, you know? An-And he doesn't shy away from that, b-because he wants to be the one w-who decides what defines him. I-I...He's a model for me. I-I hope that, one day, I'll be at least half as brave as he is."

A small, almost shy smile curls his lips as he finishes and he fidgets in his spot, like he's expecting to be criticised or mocked for what he has said. He doesn't think that Chance himself would, of course, but he knows the rest of his family too well.

Thankfully, Summer seems to have paid little attention to his speech because, aside from the occasional eyeroll, she hasn't tried to voice her opinion on what he has said. She's obviously too focused on figuring out what she should say. That means that he'll be spared...for a few hours, at least.

"Chance is, like, fun to be around? I guess. He's more Morty's friend, he doesn't hang out with me as often." Just as Rick. She's starting to wonder what about her idiot brother gets him the attention of the coolest people of the multiverse. "But we did some stuff together. Went to the movies, gamed against each other, he carried my bags at the mall...Stuff like that."

She can see that Chance wants to be in her life, just as Clarissa has tried to be, but things are...different now. It has nothing to do with gender, it's a matter of changed priorities and behaviours.

"I'm not saying that I liked him more as Clarissa than I do now, because I know that they're, like, the same person. And I'm super happy that he found himself and that he's feeling okay with who he is. Like, about time. Morty is right, he deserves to have a good life. It's just..."

Her voice trails off again, as she tries to find the way to put her thoughts into words without sounding utterly pathetic. The last thing she wants is to come off as a whiny attention-seeking brat. Still, she is a little resentful about Chance favouring Morty, even if not as much as Rick does.

"I guess Clarissa and I just hit off better," she ends up saying, with a little shrug. "Even if Chance doesn't take is too badly when I call him 'step-grandpa'. Clarissa always got either annoyed or uncomfortable."

And, sure, Clarissa hadn't really been in a relationship with her Rick, but other Rick was her Rick too, in a way, so that still counted as Clarissa dating her grandfather.

"And then there's the whole hormone thing." She rolls her eyes. "I already have to deal with Morty jerking off everywhere in the house, Grandpa Rick, both of them, bring home his hook-ups for the night so he can fuck them in the garage...Not to mention how they are constantly all gross with each other. Then there's Dad trying to act 'progressive' and saying, like, the cringest things ever."

She almost shudders at the memory, but she manages to recover her cool quickly, as per usual.

"I really didn't need to add a horny step-grandpa to the list. He's wheezing out as many hormones as my brothers. I don't mean, like, any offence, but yikes."

{ @dynamoprotocol - mentioned }

#[ ic :: Morty ] #[ ic :: Summer ] #[ ic :: anon asks ] #dynamoprotocol #[ relationship :: Morty & Chance ] #[ relationship :: Summer & Chance ] #[[ I didn't forget about this ask !! ]] #[[ took me forever but here we go ]] #[[ the kids talking about their cool uncle figure xD ]] #[[ even if Summer is still teasing about the step-grandpa thing xD ]] #[[ also I meant this to be purely wholesome ]] #[[ but the kids brought their trauma into it =.=" ]]

[sanammma]

Ten Years Gone - Chapter 3

I’m so sorry for taking SOOOOOO long. I hope it’s worth the wait. As always, special thanks for @callmethehunter for taking a look at it. Also, this is my first time trying to write actual smut so.. please don’t judge and enjoy XD. The scene is near the end of the chapter if you wanna skip it.

NSFW..

19th July 1965

The sun was already high in the sky when Madeline slowly opened her eyes and squinted. She turned away from the dull rays of sunshine. Snoring, Gina was still in a deep slumber, her brown locks of hair were scattered across her rough pillow.  Madeline’s body ached from sleeping on the cheap mattress yet Gina seemed fine to her even though she was sleeping on the wooden floor. Maddie was jealous of how her cousin was able to live a happy simple life with very little resources. During her visits, she often felt needy and spoiled but it wasn’t Gina who made her feel that way, she just felt annoying to the family.   Nevertheless, Gina could always convince her to come over no matter how determined Maddie was to never visit again. She sighed as she remembered that iit washer last day in Kidderminster. She wasn’t so sure about how she felt, she felt partly happy to return to her normal life in London but she was also disappointed with the boy she dreamt so much about.

Robert had been taking her on dates for two weeks but she didn’t seem to be very satisfied. She wondered if it was her fault, if she was the one who rhad unrealistic expectations.  , She wanted an adventure, something extraordinary and all she got was lame, awkward, very normal dates. On the first date, he picked her up from her aunt’s house and they walked together to the library where they met. Together, they sat through a very bad literary night. A Poet after a poet, they weren’t well prepared for the night and it showed clearly on their faces and body language. Robert barely listened to a word, he kept his eyes on Madeline, studying her features. She was too much a critic to just enjoy his company, she took notes and tried to point out weaknesses. She was not pretending to be smart, but it was undeniable that she loved the attention. After that, they had dinner in a restaurant and that was the equivalent of somebody trying too hard. As they were eating, their conversations, annoyingly, revolved around their families rather than each other. She knew that it was unlikely for the first date to be significantly special, it just really bothered her that he was not able to prove her wrong. She was hoping to live a romantic, fictitious story and she was shocked by the boring reality.

The second and the third dates were terribly similar to their first one. Hours of shallow conversations did not go exactly well for both of them, and when it was time for the fourth date, they weren’t particularly excited.

That morning, the thought of standing him up was slightly appealing to her but when she told her cousin about what she was thinking, Gina talked some sense into her. She convinced her that she was still able to turn things around, to add a twist to her story. Maddie didn’t really believe that she could do that, she was a fan of giving up as soon as things got out of her comfort zone, she was scared of stepping out of it while she knew that the best memories she had were when she took that terrifying step.

Under the heat of the sun, Gina took the city girl from one shop to another to buy cheap swimsuits and sweet sundresses. As the heat faded away, the two girls were practically running back home. Madeline quickly looked up at the colourful sky as they waited for a car to pass, the sun granting her back the  charm that she had come  to the town with, while it slowly disappeared under the horizon.

In the worn out, wooden attic-room, Maddie put on a floral off-white sundress and matched it with flat sandals. She heard the doorbell as Gina put some makeup on her, immediately cursing Robert for being so punctual

“Wait, I’ll invite him in and I’ll come up and finish-“The cousin said with a hurry before Madeline interrupted her.

“No no no, I’ll just –“ she grabbed a tissue and wiped away her half-finished makeup “How ugly do I look?” She grinned, raising her eyebrows.

Gina hid her face with her hands in disappointment and let out a tired sigh “ God!! Ahhh, Maddie, I hate you”

“I’ll get it!!” Maddie shouted to her aunt who was waiting for a chance to meet that library boy that was the centre of every recent conversation. “How ugly do I look?” She repeated to her cousin.

“Bearable” Gina said with a smirk that showed a hint of admiration.

“Good enough, now honey, wish me luck” Madeline kissed her cousin on the cheek. Grabbing her bag, she quickly ran downstairs to meet her date who was still at door. Almost breathless, she opened the door with a smile, her hair braided to the side. He was crouching as he waited for her, his golden curls falling forward on his face, fondling the petals of a flower that rested near the flowerpot they kept in the front porch. Robert quickly stood up when he saw his date. Gazing at her, lost, he scratched his head.

“Hi, there! I.. uhhh.. I’ve always wanted to grow this kind of flowers on our porch.. my mother .. she never really liked them” he stuttered.

“ What kind of mother likes the same things as her 17 year-olds, I’m not really surprised..” She paused, “But I find it strange that your mother isn’t just happy to see you running after flowers and not .. y’know.. whatever 17 year-olds like these days” Madeline said with a shy chuckle.

“She’d always wanted me to have an actual job, you know.. go to the city .. become a businessman or something.. well.. I definitely can’t see that happening..” he laughed as a dimple appeared on his cheek

Grinning, Maddie said goodbye to her, father and aunt who were too busy with conversation, and closed the front door behind her. She put her hands behind her back and tilted her head slightly. He looked at her with eyes the blue of the ocean, and took her hand, placing a tender kiss on it. His lips lingered on her skin as she parted her lips slightly. She kept her hand in his as he looked up at her. She brought her eyes to his lips and leaned in. Luckily – and unexpectedly- he took the hint and brushed his lips against hers. His arm wrapped her waist as they closed their eyes and kissed tiny, shy kisses. She chuckled and moved back, looking into his eyes. “Robert, please don’t take this the wrong way, but I didn’t really like that” she teased as she played with a loose strand of his hair.

“I’m sorry.. Did I do something wrong? I didn’t mean to-“ He said with confusion in his eyes.

“No, no that’s not it.. you see, when I first approached you, I had one thing in mind” She interrupted. He opened his mouth to speak but she quickly shushed him with her finger. “I wanted to know you, I couldn’t stand the idea of not knowing who you are.. and when I say I want to know you, I don’t mean your family, the school you went to or all those things that people talk about during their first dates. I want to know you. I want to know what makes you cry.. I want to know what you think of god, of death, of sex. Let’s throw all the formalities in the trash and get real.  I don’t want those little kisses anymore, when we kiss again tonight, let’s try to make it memorable. This is my last day here, we might never see each other again, so we’ve got nothing to lose..”

“What if I lose you?”

“If you raise your head to the night sky.. you’ll find me”

He looked at her in awe, almost disbelief, searching for a monster in her eyes, or maybe be a goddess. At that moment, he did not know if their relationship would last, but he knew that he’d never meet a girl like the one between his arms.

In the next few hours of the evening, they were walking along the streets of the town, asking each other questions by turn. At first, it was awkward and strange but once Maddie told the very detailed story of how she threw up from the window of her friend’s apartment, they got really comfortable. Robert was leading the  way to all the places that were important to him throughout the little town.   He showed her his grandpa’s grave and told her the story of how he fought in the war. He took her to the primary school he went to and talked about his childhood and how he would treat his children differently. One story after another, she kept listening and watching the glimmer in his blue eyes as he talked with passion. They were happy and afraid of the end of their night. They kept jumping from place to place until everyone disappeared into their houses. The town grew quiet and stars shone brighter. Alone in front of the river, they stood looking at the water flowing with a hesitance, the soft summer breeze brushing against their skin.

“ Do you think this world is good?” She broke the sweet silence.

“I don’t know.. I think I’ve seen too much misery to say that..”

“Is it bad then?”

“No, it’s not bad.. it’s not evil.. there IS evil but the world as a whole, not evil..” he sighed and looked up at the sky. “I think for us to exist, there has to be some evil, some darkness”

“And how is that?” she raised her eyebrows

“Let’s say that the world is a little room okay? You can light it from above and there will be no darkness, but when you put things inside that room there has to be some shadow..” Holding her hand, he sat on the ground with her in front of him. “I think that the perfect god created imperfect beings, he created beings with freedom, with life, for them to exist, there has to be some darkness, but the good and the bad, they cancel each other out, creating a strange harmony..”

“ So you do believe in god?”

“I do, yeah.. maybe not the very popular Jesus Christ, I think I just believe in a creator..” He said as their fingers intertwined. Watching the little movements of her hands, he asked “Do you?”

“I don’t know if I believe in a creator, I’m still figuring it out.. I think that god, if he exists, isn’t watching us from above, I think he’s in the little details.. I think he’s in the blooming flowers, in the mommy cat who runs to protect her kittens..” She paused as she saw him gazing at her, his eyes fixated on hers. “In the little space in between us ..” She looked into his eyes. Parting her lips slightly, she closed her eyes as his lips met hers with a shy longing. They pulled apart and took shaky breaths, their foreheads resting against each other. He looked into her eyes and held her head in his hands, pulling with need, with passion. One hand fondling her hair, the other exploring her body, appreciating every line, every crevasse, she lay flat on her back as he matched her body’s form.

“See? This is what I wanted” She grinned into the kiss. He smiled and pulled her closer again, parting her soft lips with his tongue, sending shivers down her spine. He was almost unable to contain his happiness, his fascination with her, his longing and his desire He sank into the kiss knowing that he wasn’t going to survive but not taking one glance back, he felt ready to sink into her sea of madness, to never ever be able to forget her.

“Do you mind if we continue this in my place?” He asked with a hint of fear.

“Yeah okay, let’s go” she said, heavily breathing.

He stood and helped her up. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him close to her, breathing him in, capturing the moment, remembering him. Her head rested against his broad chest as he gently stroked her, placing a tender kiss on her head.

“Wanna race to the house?” he whispered in her ear with a wide grin on his face.

“That’s not fair, I don’t know where it is”

“Well yeah you’re right but I don’t really want you to win” He said just before he sprinted. She laughed and ran behind him, their loud laughs filling the silent air.

Once they reached his place, he asked her to take off her shoes and carry them upstairs. Her heart was pounding as they ran to his room on the tips of their toes. He was breathing heavily when he opened the door for her. She walked in and he locked the door behind them. With the sound of the door shutting, he could almost hear his reluctant heartbeat. He lingered at the door before she turned to him and smiled. Unable to contain his feelings anymore, he stepped towards her and kissed her fully on her lips. Pulling her closer to his almost feverish body, he gently pushed her flat on the bed. Their kisses were hot, passionate and careless. Madeline’s hands were behind his neck, on his broad shoulders, exploring his chest. Feeling his hardness through his jeans, she felt sweetly dizzy, spontaneously parting her legs. Suddenly, he pulled away and sat up, the nervousness obvious on his face.

“Honey, why did you stop? Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, I just think that I need to tell you something before it’s too late..” His breath was heavy as he tried avoiding eye contact.

“Robert, you can tell me anything..” She said as she caressed his shoulder, placing a quick kiss on it.

“Uhhh how do I say this..” he scratched his head “okay, here it goes, this will be my first time..” Robert chuckled.

“This will be my first time too” She lied with a shy smile.

He pulled her back and touched her lips with his as he held her hands. “I’m so happy to be with you” he whispered before kissing that sensitive spot just below her ear. He left a trail of wet kisses along her jawline, neck and collarbones. His shaky fingers reached for the zipper of her dress as she started unbuttoning his shirt, placing little kisses on his chest. He took it off, his eyes fixated on hers, not talking, not smiling, he just looked at her in the darkness, admiring her, loving her, carving her soft features in his memory.

Robert helped her out of her dress and lay in between her legs.  Her fingers fondled his hair, that shone beneath the moonlight, as he kissed the hollow of her throat, subtly moving lower until he reached her lacy pink bra.

“May I?” He whispered, looking up at her.

“Yes..” She affirmed, arching her back slightly for him. He reached for her bra, stroking her smooth skin. His hand was shaky and sweaty as he fumbled with the hook. He tried once, twice.. as he kept his eyes on hers. She chuckled as he looked at her with confusion. With one swift movement, she undid the hook and bit her lip. Lingering, Madeline took it off and gazed at him. She had lost her virginity but she was never truly naked in front of somebody, body and soul. She took his hand and brought it to her breast. Her nipple tightened at his slightest touch.

“I want to feel you on my skin, baby” she murmured.

He cupped her other breast and began caressing her nipples with his thumb. She studied his face and watched his pupils widening slightly, causing her to grin. She wrapped her arms around his neck, their tongues entwining in a playful dance

He brushed his lips against the soft skin, licking, twirling his tongue around the taut buds, listening to her sighing and moaning quietly. Slowly, he moved his kisses across her stomach, caressing the sides of her body.

“Oh, baby it feels so good...”She shut her eyes and arched her back, letting him know that he’s doing a good job. She spread her legs wider, feeling her need growing stronger, taking over what’s left of her dizzy mind. He slipped his fingers under the lace of her panties as he kissed her wet centre…?. Between her hushed sighs, she grabbed his head and looked at him helplessly. “Baby please..”

He sat up and pulled her panties as she wiggled out of them. Completely naked, she spread her legs even wider to lure him in. For the first time in his life, Robert was looking at a woman lying down before him, no barriers between him and her. He felt his breath getting heavier, he knew he couldn’t hold much longer. “Control yourself” he almost whispered to himself before bringing his lips to her wetness. He licked her once and heard her let out an almost too loud moan. He reached for the zipper and took off his jeans, throwing them on the ground. One hand on his neck, the other on his chest, she pulled him towards her and kissed him with a love she’d never known before. She held his hand and guided him towards her centre. With his middle finger, he stroked her, touching her clit. He enjoyed the power he had over her as he watched her becoming a complete mess. He placed the tip of his finger on her entrance and whispered between wet kisses “Can I?”

She nodded and he slipped his finger inside, watching her gasp in absolute pleasure.

“Am I hurting you?” He asked, feeling her heartbeat with the palm of his hand. He felt taken, entirely lost in her.

“I’ve had personal experiences.. I’m good” She chuckled, taking a deep breath. “Baby, I need you in..”

Robert felt his heart pounding in his chest with a passionate urgency. He gave his girl a kiss and then took off his boxers. She bit her lip, her eyes slightly widening when she saw his rigid length. She smiled and let out a sigh, spreading her legs wide before he kneeled in between them. He placed his tip on her entrance and whispered “if it hurts just tell me okay?”

“Okay “

“You ready, honey?”

“Yes.. “ her eyes were fixated on his as he slid his length inside her. The warmth enveloping him, he threw his head back, his eyes closed, his mouth open. He felt everything at once, the blood was racing in his veins. Madeline was in a similar state, grasping the sheets beneath her, she felt real, alive. He woke up from his haze with a little smile on his face, caressing her cheek with the back of his index finger. She kissed his finger, her eyelids heavy. Slowly, he started thrusting inside her, entering a whole new world of ecstasy. She was grinding against him, almost unable to breathe. He dropped, burying his face in her neck, kissing her shoulders between moans. She squeezed his ass, bringing him closer to her as she felt the warmth spreading in her lower stomach. She could tell he was close as he sped up his pace, pushing deeper, and she was not holding back.

“Oh my .. I.. I’m gonna..” He moaned, barely lowering his voice so he didn’t wake up his family.

“Yes, Robert .. let go, baby.. let go..” She whispered breathily.

With a few more thrusts, his orgasm ripped through his body, immediately followed by hers. Her legs shook as she felt his cum deep inside her. She was exhausted and absolutely satisfied. Still inside her, she grabbed his face and kissed him, smiling into the kiss. “You know that wasn’t so bad for a first time..” Madeline teased as he collapsed next to her, their breaths slowing down steadily. He pulled the covers and cuddled her, a hand on her waist while the other was in her messy chestnut hair. He kissed her shoulder, whispering in her ear “I’ve never been this happy before..” He paused, gazing at her “Thank you.. Maddie”

“You’re very welcome, Blondie..”

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