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5eraphim · 7 months

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could you write something about Scout with a breeding kink please?? i don't usually see a lot of fics like that when involving him, also maybe some angst too and slight yandere aspects?? only if you're comfortable ofc!! my friend recommended your blog to me :3 ((if they're reading this, i want them to know that i think they're smelly.))

it's spooky season so i'm answering this for werewolf!scout from the monster mash au. (this is a little drabble i wrote about werewolf scout's backstory, you don't really need to read all of it, but for context- scout and reader were childhood friends, but after reader moved away scout seizes the opportunity to get back with "the one that got away") now he's forced reader to live as his mate. not much difference from human scout tbh, it's just spiced with a bit of tetro and full-moon-intensified-horniness, the emotional core/angst of the story is more about his issues regarding family/loyalty/responsibility. i hope that's all good with you, thank you so much for the request!

Title: Puppy Eyes

Character: Scout 🐇 (Team Fortress 2)

Rating: X (MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! GO PLAY OUTSIDE!)

Content Warnings: dubcon, breeding kink, yandere, tetro (mild), full moon horniness, mating press, AFAB reader, exophilia, fingering, dirty talk, abandonment issues/daddy issues scout, scout drinks reader's sweat? if that's anything?

Word Count: 3.5k

MASTER LIST

TIP JAR

"I never wanted to kill. I am not naturally evil.

Such things I do, just to make myself attractive to you.

Have I failed?" Morrisey, The Last of the Famous International Playboys

(post 2/31 of my version of kinktober where i write whatever i want for every day of october <3)

"I-I know it's a lot- but fuck! C'mon, stay with me, just a lil more!" How many times had you heard that line tonight? You already lost count. It was so late out, the summer night sky crystal-clear as the full moon and starlight pooled through the open windows bright enough to illuminate the entire room. But you didn't want to see; all you wanted to do was bury your head under the pillows and sleep, despite knowing there was a significant chance you wouldn't get more than a wink of sleep tonight.

"C'mon, c'mon, c'mon! I-I'm almost there! Keep goin'!" Scout continued to try and push you on. His voice had gone hoarse and sounded winded, but he was close. You could feel his knot building, a sensation even now after so many rounds you couldn't determine to be sickening or erotic. Even if you tried to tell yourself it was gross, you'd already come twice feeling Scout grinding it against you, forcing you to lay on your belly under him with your knees bent while he humped you with his briefs still on. He was excited and wanted nothing more than to get right to pounding you into the floor, but even he couldn't entirely ignore his anxiety. It was your first night with him as a wolf, and if he messed up tonight, he knew it would take ages to make it up to you.

It was the first full moon the two of you spent under the same roof, and you knew it would be a rough night, but you had no idea Scout could be so insatiable. Scout was a braggart and a liar. When he told you about all the dirty things he fantasized about doing to you under the full moon, you thought he was trying to get a rise out of you. Needless to say, the countless hickies spotting your neck, shoulders, and tits, the bruises on your thighs and hips, and the ungodly overstimulation going on between your legs were more than enough to convince you Scout was being dead serious. Even before that, usually, Scout liked to dirty talk while he undressed you, liked to watch you get embarrassed and turned on, completely unable to hide it. But not tonight. As soon as Scout locked the door behind himself coming home, he practically jumped you, dragging you to the heaping pile of pillows and blankets in the middle of the bedroom floor you called a bed.

You'd be lying if you said it wasn't more than a little erotic to see someone so animalistic and primally lustful towards you. And though you weren't about to admit it, Scout didn't look half-bad in his wolf form. Even as a wolf, he was pretty lean, with a shaggy, deceptively soft blonde pelt and, of course, his big blue puppy eyes. Bright, excited eyes that lit up when you praised him, gave him attention, wound your fingers through his hair, anything- he couldn't get enough!

On the other hand, you were starting to fade fast and needed a break. Not only to replenish your energy, but you desperately needed to grab a towel and clean up a little. It was the full moon, and there was nothing on Scout's mind other than coming inside you, but given how many loads he was shooting off, you were physically incapable of keeping all of them inside. Resulting in sticky smears coating your back, thighs, and arms.

"Hang on, just- Jesus, Scout, will you let me get up? I just wanna wipe off a little sweat."You turned your back on Scout, about to head from the "bed" to the bathroom to grab a towel, when two clawed hands grabbed your arms from behind, keeping you in place, "I can help!"

Before you could even ask what he meant by that, you felt the long flat of his tongue dragged over the back of your neck, collecting the wetness in his mouth before lapping his tongue out again to catch more. The feeling was terrible, but accompanied by the sound of "dog slorping" directly by your ear, made you cower forward to avoid another lick. "Scout, that's disgusting!"

"What? You taste amazing!" Completely uninhibited by your visible repulsion, he tried to lean forward for more while you struggled.

You shouted, "Stop it!" Louder than you intended, and with a heavy sigh, he loosened his grip on your arms, allowing you to slip away, pulling away from the bed in the process, trying to ignore the light scent of dog breath clinging to your back. Scout sat back on the bed, pouting and fidgeting restlessly, visibly unhappy to see you resisting his advances. "Not tryna gross ya out-, y'know I can't help it!"

He was right, and it was tough to stay mad at him when he gave you puppy eyes, but you were too physically exhausted to let him pull you back right back into bed.

A voice in the back of your head scolded you for having any kind of sympathy for the monster who held you captive and insisted the two of you were meant to be mates. This wasn't close to a healthy relationship, but Scout wasn't human. How could you expect him to know how to treat you like one?

Hugging your arms around your naked body, you stepped back, "Let's just take 10, alright? Just let me get some fresh air, maybe something to drink?"

And in the blink of an eye, Scout's ears perked up again, his tail swishing against the blankets on the floor, "You wanna snack break?"

Nodding, you smiled a little, "Yeah, I'm just gonna take a step outside, alright? I'll meet up with you right after."

He nodded, standing until he was towing over you. As he passed by to leave the bedroom, he put a paw-like hand on your shoulder, "Don't make me come getcha, alight?"

Swallowing a lump in your throat, you made a noise of affirmation, watching him head over to the kitchen while you pulled a loose blanket around your naked body before stepping outside to the fire escape and sitting to look up at the sky.

It felt nice to step away from the dank and musky-scented apartment, even if it was just for a few minutes. Everything leading up to tonight felt so overwhelming and confusing. You knew the first full moon you spent with Scout would be rough. And by God was it ever. You could already tell your poor, overstimulated body would be incredibly sore by morning, assuming you could get any sleep tonight, that was.

For about a month now, you were living like this, but counting the days as they passed while in captivity was difficult. The only measure of time you had at your disposal was the phases of the moon and its effect on Scout. Though it wasn't all awful, there were always those rare evenings he would offer to spend out with you. Sitting outside alone, you thought back to one specific evening out with Scout. The night he took you out to meet his mother.

Honestly, you never thought you'd hold much sympathy for the mother of the man who was planning on keeping you as his "mate." Forcing you into captivity with the final intention to make you into a monster like himself. You only agreed to meet up with him at his Ma's place for dinner because you wanted any excuse to get out of Scout's apartment. You'd bargained with him, agreeing to meet him at his mother's place for a few hours of freedom before dinner.

You never thought he'd grant you independence like this, but something about promising to willingly go with him to meet his Ma made his entire face light up with excitement.

During those few precious moments away from Scout, you didn't even think to try and run away. It was impossible to try and escape a master predator who could track you down in a matter of minutes, and even if you could get away, what was to stop him from hurting your loved ones to get back at you for the betrayal? Instead, you simply enjoyed some fresh air, went for a long walk, and mentally psyched yourself for dinner.

The walk to Ma's house felt nostalgic in a melancholic way. You could remember racing over to Scout's house as kids, how his Ma said the door was always open for you. She was beautiful, always kind, and made you feel at home. You couldn't understand why you never saw her husband around. But you knew better than to bring something like that up, especially whenever Scout was around.

When you showed up, you expected to see Scout open the door to greet you. But when you knocked on the front door, you heard someone from inside calling out, "It's open!"

Timidly, you creaked the door open, still unable to shake the feeling you were dreaming of childhood and would wake up any moment. Tiptoeing your way inside, you heard an old black and white television set playing some old British thriller, the sound just as muffled by static as you remembered. The flat was less cluttered than you remembered but maintained the warmth and coziness you never forgot.

When your eyes met Scout's Ma, you momentarily forgot the resentment you expected to feel for her, overcome by the joy of seeing an old family friend after so long. She smiled at you, her face and figure softened by years, but she was just as stunning and distinguished as you remembered, nothing less than radiant. You watched her walk from the kitchen to greet you with a warm hug, welcoming you with parental affection as though you were one of her own. For just a moment, you held onto her, suddenly choked up, realizing you could now meet her at eye level.

She pulled away gently, "Good to see ya again."

Taking a slight step back, you cleared your throat, "I apologize; I must be a bit early. I thought Scout would be here by now." You felt a touch awkward, trying to figure out what to do in the absence of Scout.

She turned to walk back to the kitchen, talking to you from over her shoulder. "He was. I sent him out for an errand run. I didn't want the boy smothering ya as soon as I walked in. Can ya come help me set the table?"

You followed her through the kitchen, "You sent him out?"

Scout's Ma chuckled, making you freeze up a little, taken aback by how eerily similar Scout sounded when he laughed, "He's been talkin' my ear off all damn day. I just wanted a lil peace and quiet. Can ya blame me?"

Walking into the kitchen, you could see the small but delicious-smelling meal she prepared for the three of you to share already laid out on the table. You tried to force yourself not to stare and focus on helping her finish setting up. Still, Ma could notice you were distracted, staring off into space, caught up in your own memories. She grinned, "My boy cleaned up the place before you got in. Bless his heart, I ain't ever seen him so determined to clean all his life."

You bit down on your lower lip, unsure how to respond, keeping your gaze fixed on your hands as you laid the silverware down. Did she know about Scout keeping you like a prisoner for nearly a month now? Did she have any idea how dangerous her son really was? You had no idea. "I never thought he'd bother with that sort of thing."

You could see Scout's Ma looking up at you from your peripheral vision, but you didn't have the resolve to meet her eye. "He cares about ya. He's always cared more than he wanted anyone to know."

"So she does know?" You wondered, somewhat confident she knew much more than she was letting on. Looking at her cautiously, you took a seat. "I'm not sure I believe that. Scout's never been the "caring" type… No offense."

She had an odd, far-off look on her face as she nodded, taking a seat by you. "I understand why you'd think that. But he's been through so much; it's not easy for him to love. Not without fear."

Your brow creased, "I don't think I understand."

She sighed through her nose, looking past you, out the window to the street beyond. "When Scout was a little boy- Every day I told him I loved him. Every day, I patched up that boy's scrapes and made sure he made it home safe every night. And he'll always be my little boy... But I can only do so much for him, y'know?"

Trying your best not to sound nosy, you responded, "What do you mean by that?"

Ma's jaw tightened slightly, her piercing eyes finally meeting yours, "I couldn't make his father stay, for one thing… And I sure as hell couldn't stop him from getting into trouble."

"So she does know…" You thought, though, for some reason, you couldn't bring yourself to hate her as you thought you would. Scout's Ma couldn't control the guy any more than you could. You tried to lighten the mood a little, offering a weak smile, "Scout's a grown man now. He can handle himself just fine."

She folded her hands across her lap, sitting back in her seat a little, as though deep in thought, and trying to choose her words as carefully as possible. "Scout's a man now, but when his father left- I don't think he ever came back from that."

Leaning forward a little, you rest your hands on the table, "I thought he never knew his father?"

She nodded, "That's what he always said. I think it was the easiest way for him to cope with the disappearance."

You were about to express your condolences, feeling quite overwhelmed with the new information, but she continued, "I can still remember how he would pretend to go to sleep, waiting to see his father again… I never had the heart to tell Scout his father was never coming back… And to be honest, without you, I think he would still be waiting."

Stiffening slightly, you asked, "What do you mean?"

Finally, she was able to look you in the eye again, appearing much less lost in her own thoughts, "I don't know how to put this, but I think the day he stopped waiting, that was when he made up his mind to become the father he never had."

You seriously hated how much sense that made.

Scout's Ma reached across the table, squeezing your hand with hers in a gesture of sympathy. "And there was something about the look on his face when he told me you were back in town… I think he always wanted it to be you."

You nodded. As much as you were terrified by Scout's obsession with you, the idea he'd felt this way since childhood never even occurred to you. She continued, "Believe me, I've seen him chase plenty of girls- but it was nothin' more than foolin' around, you know? Like he was waitin' for you to come back. It's like he always believed you two were meant to be."

Ever since that night, you could not get that one phrase out of your head, "As though it were meant to be…" Even now, the mere thought of it pulled at your heartstrings, doubting you had any chance to escape your destiny. Slipping back inside, you let the blanket fall from your shoulders as you sat back on the little blanket pile by Scout while he shotgunned Bonk with one hand, holding a protein bar in the other.

Scout allowed you to settle by his side before wrapping an arm around you to pull you closer. Eating seemed to mellow him somewhat, and he wasn't nearly as grabby with you as you nestled into his soft pelt.

The wholesomeness of the moment didn't last long. As soon as Scout finished his drink, he tossed the can aside, nuzzling closer, looking at you with expectant eyes, "So you wanna…"

You met his eye, "I think I can do one more round…"

That incentive was all he needed before he was back on top, smearing your neck and chest with messy, open-mouthed kisses while he fumbled for a moment, trying to re-find his position against your body. With a bit more force than he intended, Scout pushed you back down on your back, lifting your legs with his arms. Scout got properly situated between your legs, practically shivering with excitement. "Alrighty then! One more round- gotta make it count!"

Feeling that all too familiar swelling at the base of his cock, you winced as he sunk his claws into where he was holding you up by your thighs.

For a moment, he was distracted, groping the soft skin of your thighs with his fingers, making you moan, trying to recapture his attention, "Scout- c'mon please-" A little breathy plea and sleepy bedroom eyes were all it took before Scout could feel his blood rushing straight to his cock, making it throb while his mouth began to salivate.

"God, you look hot as fuck like that!" He was already aligned to penetrate, and you felt your oversensitive nerves forced against his overheated body. "I will never get sick of seein' ya like this- Ya drive me fuckin crazy, y'know that?"

"Scout, just a little more; I can take it!" You tried to keep urging him on, but as soon as he began pushing inside, you felt your head rolling back as you forced yourself to stay nice and pliable for him. A task easier said than done. But even horny out of his mind, Scout could see you were trying your best to hang on for him and make the last round count.

You were so good to him like that. Scout was so proud to finally call you his girl that he could hardly take it. "I'm gonna make you real proud, I promise! I'm gonna give ya a baby, a-and more! Fuck, we'll have our own pack goin' in no time!"

It was harder to follow along with what he was saying as he picked up speed, his words getting muffled by his growling and wild panting. While you felt your body being used like a toy in his crushing grip. His feral lust and size made your head spin, and as he continued to grind himself against your clit you felt another intense pressure building at the base of your spine. A pleasure which you tried desperately to ride out but hardly could on account of being unable to move against the monster above, but even without being able to stimulate yourself, once you felt his knot building up deep inside, making you come just a few intense thrusts before Scout. Forcing the two of you to remain connected until the swelling went down entirely, Scout took this opportunity to lap apologetically at some of the more intense bitemarks and bruising left on your neck.

You thought you could finally relax when you felt him finally pull out, only to be caught off guard by the feeling of his clumsy fingers trying to force the comeback inside of you without accidentally tearing you apart with his claws. Though, given the night you just endured, you doubted a few more lacerations would mean anything at this point.

By now, your mind and body felt like two entirely different entities. You could feel a kind of queasiness of being overly filled by Scout, feeling so full you felt paralyzed from the navel down. You wouldn't be surprised if your body was rubbed bright red after hours of overstimulation, though you took immense comfort knowing the long night of passion was coming to a close. Now that Scout agreed to concede for the night, you weren't too scared to snuggle up closer to share body heat for fear of getting roped into "just one more round."

Scout was too tuckered out to think of asking for any more, and he felt more spent than ever before, the sensation as exhausting as it was euphoric. He watched your limp body latch onto his chest, grinning like an idiot, feeling your fingers getting lost in the dense fur of his pelt. Better than making love under a full moon after dreaming of this his entire life, being able to hold you close made his heart swell. Scout felt so protective to keep you close like this. Cradling you, his baby, while you held a baby of your own, or so he liked to think.

Even though he knew you were probably already asleep by this point, Scout pressed his forehead to the top of your head, whispering, "Ma loves ya, and she's been on my back asking' about grandkids… I'm not tryna pressure you or nothin', but- I mean, I just wanna say- you're gonna fit in perfect with the rest of the family. I know it."

Even if you couldn't hear him say it, to say all that out loud while holding you close felt like a dream come true, and he knew there was nothing he wouldn't do to protect this dream.

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lets-try-some-writing · 1 year

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I brought this up with some friends a while back and wanted to see what thoughts you could have about it:

when Optimus first is assigning the kids’s guardians, initially he was going to assign Jack to Ratchet. So what if Ratchet actually was his guardian?

What an interesting concept. I've always wondered how a swap up of guardians would have gone. Arcee certainly wouldn't have ended up as well off.

Ratchet & Jack

Ratchet had always been rather hostile toward the humans, even after years of interacting with military personnel. Optimus didn't blame him, but he did have a plan to rectify that hostility before it became detrimental. The children merely gave him the perfect opportunity to adjust and then implement that plan.

The children needed guardians, and while Arcee's mental state was worrying, her pain would pass with time. Ratchet's hostility however was a long brewing thing, a danger that needed to be dealt with. So even after Ratchet tried to reject the order, Optimus pressed and assigned Jack to Ratchet nonetheless. The medic was, simply put, not at all pleased.

Ratchet: Optimus! You can't be seriously assigning me a flesh bag to watch over on top of my work!?

Optimus: I am. You need the interaction.

Ratchet: How am I supposed to operate the groundbridge!?

Optimus: Arcee will take over that duty when required.

Ratchet: And what about repairs?!

Optimus: Both myself and Bumblebee have basic knowledge of medicine, enough to keep a mech alive until they can be seen by you.

Ratchet: .... This is outrageous.

Ratchet was not pleased and neither was Jack. Both hated each other with a passion simply because they were stuck together. More than once Ratchet dumped Jack in a box and left him there with a blanket like some stray cat while he went about his work. In retribution, Jack took to slapping stickers with all sorts of obscene things all over Ratchet's plating when the medic wasn't looking and then stealing his smaller tools.

For weeks they were practically at each other's throats, both going to Optimus daily to request separation. Of course Optimus said no, although his hopes in his plan were dwindling as time went on. The duo bickered like an old married couple, with Ratchet lamenting having to do anything for the boy and Jack hating being stuck with the medic. Jack suddenly gained a great deal of sympathy for women who tried to poison their spouses as Ratchet ranted and raved, grumbling all the while when he needed to pick Jack up (which was rare considering his alt-mode).

Whenever both could manage it, they would stay as far away from the other as possible. Jack even took to trying to hang around with Arcee instead of the prickly medic, an act that was not taken to kindly but reluctantly accepted by the two wheeler. He also did his best to only ride with Bee or Bulkhead so that he wouldn't have to piss off Ratchet more than necessary and be forced to listen to his lectures the next time he needed a pick up.

However with time, just as Optimus had predicted, the two developed a begrudging respect for the other. Ratchet saved Jack and the children from being crushed a handful of times. The medic took the time to assist Jack with his homework when the boy's procrastination got to him. And there was even an instance where he bailed the children out of school with his holoform when Miko got them all stuck in detention. In return Jack began actually taking the time to learn from his guardian, quickly picking up bits and pieces of Cybertronian medicine simply because he had nothing better to do. He also learned more of their history and gradually came to actually be a bit of an asset as Jack could offer up information only Ratchet generally had when needed.

Of course the duo never said anything about their slow acceptance of the other, but as their personalities began to clash less and instead work together, the team noticed.

Ratchet: *throwing a wrench at Bulkhead* Downright ridiculous! You tore a whole cable set in your left arm you buffoon!

Jack: And dislocated his right shoulder if the jutted plating is any indication.

Ratchet: EXACTLY!

Jack: Honestly you should be more careful. Stressing those joints too much could lead to deterioration further down the line.

Ratchet: Precisely! At least the HUMAN gets it!

After the incident with Unicron where Optimus was out for the count, they only grew closer in response to the stress. Jack began operating the groundbridge and dolling out basic medical advice while Ratchet worked to find their Prime and restore him. They became a real team, working together in tandem with Jack riding on Ratchet's shoulder to keep him up to date on things and to give a second opinion on things.

Jack even took to mimicking his guardian alongside Rafael once enough time had passed. He was never as bad as Rafael who might as well have been a human clone of the medic, save for their differing skillsets. But Jack certainly gained the stare of utter disappointment that Ratchet often bore down on any who displeased him. Jack also took to throwing things at offending bots as well, although mostly because it was the best way to get their attention. Together Ratchet and Jack became a terrifying force capable of dragging anyone, human or bot, back down to earth and in for a medical exam.

There were more than a few instances where Jack took to quietly watching the bots and reporting back to Ratchet with what he had seen since the team tended to overlook humans in base while focused. Then like a drug dealer, Ratchet would give Jack something he had been wanting and take the information and use it to drag bots over to his medical bay for any number of reasons. Optimus most of all wasn't safe. Jack was trained by the medic to notice signs of common aliments the Prime suffered and tried to hide. With this knowledge he would scurry to Ratchet the instant he noticed Optimus standing eerily still for too long or noticed his optics being unfocused.

Of course Jack also reported back on the others at Ratchet's behest. He was told how to notice when Bee's voice was bothering him, in which case Jack would as usual, tell Ratchet or silently slide over pain medication. He was taught to notice joint pain in Bulkhead who often tried to walk it off, earning him a visit from the doctor of doom once Jack informed the medic. And lastly he was trained to pick out when Arcee was having a bad day, in which case he would report and Ratchet would leave the two wheeler something nice to cheer her up.

The team knew Jack ratted them out, but no matter where they went or how hard they tried to hide their pains, Jack found out. If needed he would even get Miko and Rafael involved in helping him gather information. He would never admit it aloud, but he cared for the bots, especially more so after learning of their history and woes from Ratchet. If he could help, he would do so. And both Miko and Rafael were always spoiling to get into a little trouble and so happily aided Jack in his efforts when needed.

Ratchet: Report.

Jack: Arcee has a blaster wound she is hiding in her right leg. Bulkhead damaged his knuckle joints again. Bee seems fine but looks a little unsteady, and Optimus is, as always, dead on his pedes.

Ratchet: *patting Jack on the head like some evil mastermind* I see... good work. Take Bee some painkillers while I haul those resistant glitches into my medical bay.

Jack: I was already planning on it.

Optimus wanted to regret getting having Jack be Ratchet's ward considering how deadly they were when they worked together. But seeing Ratchet so much less... aggressive and more open to the idea of protecting humanity made the constant visits to the medical bay worth it in his mind.

#maccadam #transformers prime #transformers #team prime #ratchet #jack darby #alternate universe #ratchet + jack = *ambulance noises*#not a spark can escape them #jack is the eyes and ears and ratchet is an unstoppable force of nature #is having them together worth it?#according to the team #that is debatable

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berryhobii · 10 months

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Hi there! First of all, I wanted to say how much I like your work!! As a black woman myself, its is so nice to see other women creating work that represents us and is so well written!

I saw you are accepting requests, and I wanted to ask if you could write about how the LateForWork!Couple met. Like how everything progressed and they fell in love with each other.

Thank you in advance and keep up with the amazing work beautiful <3

Wow! Thank you so much for your kind words!🤧it makes me feel so good knowing that black women are feeling represented in works of fiction. I’ll continue to do my best to represent every black woman out there.

And thanks for the request! I think the LFW couple would meet kind of through Taehyung/Jimin at a company meal. Jungkook’s more of an introvert here with reader/OC being naturally flirty and knowing exactly what they want.

I really enjoyed writing this and I hope you like it!

Jungkook didn’t know how he kept letting Taehyung drag him to these meet ups. He didn’t know any of Taehyung’s coworkers or other friends outside of Jimin so he felt really awkward sitting at this table. He’d much rather be at home right now, maybe live streaming Little Nightmares 2 or cracking open the new Resident Evil game he had just received through pre order.

All Taehyung had to do was bribe him with promises of expensive beef and fancy desserts for him to leave the comfort of his home. Taehyung even managed to force him into a loose button up shirt just as Jungkook was about to throw on his signature hoodie. Goodness, that man was strong when he had a goal. At least Jungkook would get some free food today and maybe a sweet to take home so tonight wouldn’t be a total waste.

His face was practically glued to his phone, focus on clearing all of the jelly on this level of Candy Crush. He was down to 1 move and one more jelly square but there were no moves in that area that could help him! Urgh! And he didn’t want to uselessly use any of his power ups. Should he just lose his streak?

Just as he was about to move the candy, a hand came out of nowhere and did it for him. That move created a power up that triggered itself thus clearing the jelly and causing him to win the level. When the happy music played along with that little girl popping up to tell him he won, he couldn’t fight the smile on his face.

Then he realized that he didn’t make that move. Turning around, he was expecting to see Taehyung or Jimin but his mouth dropped at the sight of the person.

You were……what words could he use?

Beautiful? Gorgeous? Majestic? Attractive? Stunning? All of the above?

Your skin was dewy and effervescent, even the lights that lit up the restaurant paled in comparison to your glistening and dark skin. You looked like earth personified—graceful and cool and he just knew you sparkled when the sun hit you.

Your hair was in a half up half down style, claw clip holding it up, 2 locks of hair framed your face and were curled at the end. Your lashes were long and your full lips were shiny with gloss.

He couldn’t take his eyes off you, it was hard to look away when such a gem was standing before him. Could someone even be that exquisite in real life?

And when you smiled, he swore he heard angels singing in his ears.

“I hate when there’s only one move left yet nothing around it. I just know my FBI agent sees me throw a fit over it every day.”

His brain short circuited for a moment. Were you initiating conversation with him? About a game? Willingly? Oh god, is he getting pranked right now? He thought Ashton Kutcher was dead. Is he?

Stop thinking about possibly dead actors! There’s a pretty girl in front of you!

He cleared his throat. “Yeah. They must be concerned I’m having a mental breakdown because they advertised a therapist to me.” He actually shocked himself a little from how easily those words flowed out. Small talk with a stranger was not a specialty of his.

Your laugh was loud and a little goofy but so endearing, it made him chuckle as well.

“Candy Crush will do that to you. I wouldn’t be surprised if the creators opened a rehab for us.”

“It’ll just be us having group discussions on how bringing hazelnuts to the bottom has been affecting our ability to form positive relationships.”

He couldn’t believe how easy conversation was flowing between you two. For some reason, he didn’t feel pressured or nervous speaking to you. You just seemed so open and kind.

Who were you?

“Jungkook! I see you met one of my coworkers. She’s super hot, isn’t she? I told her to let me make her a model but she insists on staying in PR. Boring.” Jimin appeared out of nowhere like a jump scare, draping an arm over your shoulders. Jungkook’s face faltered a little. Jimin was the biggest flirt known to mankind. He could probably charm the pants off a dead person if he wanted to. If you knew him, and more importantly if you worked with him, you must have been on the opposite side of his flirting. Was it a possibility that you two were closer than coworkers?

But instead, you just rolled your eyes, moving his arm off of you.

“Save that talk for your next spread, Park. Don’t think I’ve forgotten that you still haven’t submitted your portfolio.”

Jimin’s smile never dropped despite your slightly cold attitude. He could tell you were just poking fun at him.

“Anyway, Jungkook, this is y/n. y/n, this is Jungkook.”

“I can introduce myself, thank you.” You said before pulling out the chair next to Jungkook and sitting down. That movement caused your perfume to flutter all around him—it was light but sweet like some kind of dessert.

Once you were settled, you turned your body to Jungkook, propping your elbow on the table to lean your cheek against it.

And the way your hooded eyes stared at him sent a harsh shiver from the top of his head all the way to his toes. He didn’t even notice Jimin’s smirk or how the man tip toed away to gossip to his favorite buddy.

“I’m y/n.”

He opened his mouth but no sound came out. He didn’t know why his throat felt dry all of a sudden.

Oh great, he could chat with you about mobile games and FBI agents but getting his name out was difficult?

Clearing his throat, he forced out his name, voice cracking a little at the end. Embarrassment rushed through his body, heat rising to his ears and he was grateful his hair was long enough to cover them.

You must think he was a dork now.

You giggled, your eyelashes fluttering and making his heart weak.

“Nice to meet you.”

He shyly nodded. “You too.”

“Sorry about Jimin. He’s like that at work too.”

Jungkook pushed his hair back with one hand, not noticing how your eyes followed the motion. “At least you only have to work with him. Imagine knowing him since childhood.”

You pressed your hand against your chest in faux distress. “How awful. I could only imagine the pain you endure daily.”

Wow. You were so easy to talk to. He had completely forgotten about his phone, tucking it into his pocket to finally have a rest.

Eventually, food and drinks began flowing. Taehyung and Jimin joined you two at the table but not even they could pop the bubble that you’ve formed.

Jungkook could barely focus on his food. You had his full attention, holding onto every word and laugh that fell from your lips. He found you to be witty but also humble, not afraid to poke a little fun at Taehyung and Jimin who just laughed right along with you.

You were mesmerizing. He almost hated blinking if it meant your beautiful face left his sight.

And when you would turn your attention back to him, not realizing that you’ve never left his, you’d send him a flirty wink and coy smile that would send his blood pressure through the roof from how his heart would stutter and race. If a doctor was listening with a stethoscope right now, they’d think the organ was giving out on him.

“So how’d you end up here?” You asked after taking a sip of your drink.

He sighed, eyes going over to the other side of the table where Taehyung was showing Jimin something on his phone but the man was so drunk that he was holding it upside down. And Jimin probably didn’t even notice, laughing as if he could understand the upside down photo. “Taehyung dragged me here. Said I need to start getting out more and I can’t waste my youth playing games all day. He keeps pushing me to date but I’m not that interested right now.”

Well, that was before. Now, however, he was starting to change that view.

You hummed, using your chopsticks to eat a piece of meat, chewing carefully and swallowing before speaking again.

“Does it make you happy?”

That was a question he didn’t hear people ask him often. Well, in a genuine way. He’d normally hear it rhetorically. He’s heard it come from his parents more times than he could count, followed by a lecture that he’d drown out.

He blinked a few times. Gaming did make him happy. He appreciated the hard work creators put into each frame, the adrenaline he got from jump scares, and the accomplishment from completing one. “Yeah….it does.”

“Then that’s what matters. Who cares if someone else feels like you’re wasting your life? It’s yours. You can’t be focused too much on what others want for you. You’ll only neglect your own self.”

Wow.

“Then again, we should thank Taehyung from forcing you out tonight.”

He tilted his head. He would absolutely never do that but he was intrigued by your suggestion. “Really? Why?”

You didn’t say anything, just gazed at him with those captivating eyes and he knew exactly what you meant.

Maybe he should thank Taehyung.

As the night came to a close, he helped escort Taehyung to his car. Jimin had left a little earlier with a person you identified as one of the newest members of management. Apparently, they were kind of resistant to Jimin’s flirting at first but had crumbled after about 4 months of Jimin trying and trying. Jungkook recalls Jimin speaking about this person, claiming he was in love with them and would respectfully shoot his shot whenever possible.

That left Jungkook with a drunk Taehyung and you were helping your coworker who lived in the same apartment building as you.

Jungkook didn’t just want to see you walk away. Who knows if he’d ever see you again? And he refused to ask Jimin or Taehyung for your number. The teasing would never end.

“Hey…..wait.” He called out to you after practically dumping Taehyung in the back seat. You had parked right in front of his car and were buckling your roommate’s seatbelt who was slumped over asleep.

You turned to him after closing the passenger door, your eyes locking in with his.

There was that nervousness again but he swallowed it down. He couldn’t chicken out now! Not when you’d been getting along so well this evening.

“Um…..look, if you don’t mind, could I have your number? Maybe we can hang out sometime.”

You eyed him up and down but not in a checking him out kind of way. It was like you were analyzing him, finding every little crack in his personality that you could.

He honestly felt a little vulnerable. Why weren’t you speaking? Hadn’t tonight gone well? Was he just trying his luck and you’re already dating someone? Oh god, were you just being nice and he took it as you flirting with him?! Assumptions really were dangerous.

He was about to apologize and roll under his car to stay there until the end of time before you finally spoke.

“I’m not a maybe type of woman, Jungkook.” You spoke bluntly.

His mouth dropped a little in shock. Not necessarily because of your blunt tone but because you were just his fucking type. You knew what you wanted and that was his cup of tea.

You didn’t wait for him to respond, rounding your car to open the driver’s side. He just watched you with doe eyes and a funny feeling swirling in his tummy.

However, before you got in, you said,

“I don’t wait around.”

And on his drive home with a snoring Taehyung in the back, he thought one thing….

When you arrived at work Monday morning, it was to a bunch of people surrounding your desk. That wasn’t really out of the ordinary since people often got their assignments of the day from you.

What was out the ordinary though?

The huge bouquet of flowers that sat just in the middle of your desk, the colors vivid and the arrangement looking larger than your desk.

Your coworkers chatted excitedly about the flowers as you approached but you ignored them. Instead, you reached for the little card on a plastic stand just nestled between the blooms.

You had to bite your lip to fight your smile but you couldn’t fight the feeling that was rising in your chest.

I don’t either.

#askberryhobii #bts #bts requests #jungkook #jungkook smut

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My son's 23rd birthday

To start I'd like to inform you all that today was my son's 23rd birthday, so as you can imagine the days been quite busy for me. Sadly he isn't home now, he had made plans to go drinking with friends and theirs a fair chance he won't be back till the morning. However that doesn't mean I didn't give him the best birthday I could while he was here.

I'm not gonna lie, I've slowly been feeling equal parts anxious and excited for this all week. Now with everything come and gone I honestly feel a strange sense of calm and happiness. For a little refresh on everything that's gotten us here, I'll put a link to my [First](https://reddit.com/r/Incestconfessions/s/rBQwfhqT0H) and [Last](https://reddit.com/r/Incestconfessions/s/kawhjcvttU) post.

The day started out simple with the both of us waking up in our bed and me wishing him a happy birthday. He told me about his plans with his friends and while I was a little disappointed, I reminded myself that this was his day. We got up and headed to the livingroom where I began to cook his favorite breakfast. He was acting affectionate holding me from behind while I cooked and he asked what his present would be. I don't know if he had a feeling about what I was planning but it didn't matter, I wanted to do something special for him.

I told him that his gift was simple, as of today he would be the true man of the house.. and as the man of the house, whatever he wants goes. He took a moment to think on this before reaffirming that I truly meant anything, which I did.

It didn't take long after that before he chose to test the waters, while holding me from behind he simply said that he'd like to see me without panties. The request definitely aroused me, but with as much composure as I could muster I accepted and slid off my panties. As he reached down and began to play with my clit, he told me that he'd like me to stay like this for him today. Which I of course nodded to in agreement, spending the rest of the day with my ass and pussy out for him.

The day was intense after this as I found myself at the mercy of my son's deepest fantasies. He fingered me, licked me, kissed me.. made me suck him and stroke him until he came, each time doing so on my pussy. As the sun began to fall I felt filthy down there, my pussy was sticky with his loads and I smelled like his property. Yet he still hadn't done what I figured he would do.. I began to think maybe he didn't feel he was ready.

I won't lie, I began to feel a little disappointed but I wasn't about to force something like this on my son so if that's how the day would go then so be it. It was an hour left until he would be leaving with his friends and I was getting some stuff ready for a shower. Then suddenly as I'm gathering a change of clothes I hear my bedroom door shut.

He moves quick and pins me back against my dresser kissing me deeply and roughly, his hand reaching for my bare bottom and squeezing. At this moment I began to regret all the lessons I'd been giving him, as he seemed to know his way around my body nearly as well as me. Finally he led me back to my bed and pushed me onto it as he took down his pants and pushed his cock against my cum soaked clit. I felt like a nervous virgin here breathing heavily as my son slowly prodded my entrance, looking in my eyes before dropping the biggest bomb I'd ever heard. He said that he knows about my reddit account, and with that, I felt every inch of my son's cock slowly squeeze into my pussy.

I was out of practice, I hadn't been fucked in years at this point, so to feel myself being entered like this was enough to make me cum hard. He began to whisper, calling me his slutty mom, his soulmate, his bitch! He rocked in and out of me at a steady forceful pace, pushing as deep as he could with each thrust making my toes curl! I wrapped my legs around him as I moaned and whimpered my son's name, my pussy aching around him as I closed my eyes!

He went on telling me that he wants me to make a new post tonight, a post telling every one of my fans about how much I loved being fucked by my own son. How I've always wanted this deep down, and how I don't want him to find another girl, that I wanna be his only girl! He said if I promised to do that, then he'd give me what I really wanted.. so I agreed.

With that he pulled out of me and had me bend over on my bed, sticking my ass up as he knelt behind me, in an instant sliding his cock back into me! He fucked me! He fucked me so hard! I came over and over! I think it had to have been three or four times total, but at this point they were so frequent that they blended together. I felt my legs shaking as his cock slammed in me and his hands gripped my hips tightly! He said that he loves me, that he's always loved me, and that he was about to fill me.. just like I wanted.

I whimpered and gasped out desperate please for it, I begged my son to cum in me! With that, his cock slammed balls deep and I felt the sensation of his throbbing cock shooting his cum into my womb. It was by far the greatest orgasm I've ever experienced, and the taste of my boys lips after made it all the sweeter.. ❤️

We spent some time like that.. connected and close as a mother and son could ever be. He told me that I shouldn't shower tonight, that way I could keep his scent till he got back.. it was a filthy suggestion, but I followed my mans orders. After awhile I cleaned his cock off and sent him on his way to hang out with friends while I returned to my room.

Only now as I fulfill his request and take the time to think on what happened have I begun to consider that, all this may have been his plan. I don't wanna go into it.. but, I think hes truly gotten me to fall for him. I'm laying here typing this, drooling at the idea of him coming back home to me his mother, his lover! I feel like a needy housewife.. and honestly it's the happiest I've felt in a long time.

I don't want this to end.. I love my Nathan more than I could ever love any other man and no matter where he wants to take us, I'll go. With that tho, I'll be laying here waiting for my lover to come home, hoping that he reads this while out with his friends. Knowing that at home he has a mother and a lover eager awaiting her mans return.

I love you Nathan, don't stay out too late.. ❤️❤️❤️

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sl-newsie · 3 months

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Teach Me To Love Hate You (Race x Fem Jet OC, enemies to lovers)

Here I am to request again! (*insert evil laugh*) So Race is doing so bad in school that he has to get a tutor. The problem is he gets stuck with this posh Jet girl and they absolutely hate each other. Tutoring is a mess. But one night when Race goes out to play cards against the Jets he’s playing against her, but she’s all dressed up! Turns out she’s a card shark, and wins by flirting with her opponent to get in their head. Her strategy works, and by the end of the night they're practically dating.

Davey’s POV

“Another F, Mr. Higgins.”

Our math teacher, Mr. Johnson, hands the man sitting in front of me his test. No surprise that Race failed considering he spends all his time goofing off. I’ll admit since I’ve met Jack and his gang I myself have relaxed a bit but not too much to have my perfect grades drop.

“Very impressive, Mr. Jacobs.”

I’m handed my own test, which I passed with flying colors. The bell rings and signals for us to head home.

“Go ahead, Davey,” Race groans. “Rub your perfect score in my face. I hate school!”

I gather my things and sling my bag over my shoulder. “I know book smarts aren’t your thing. Um, have you maybe considered being tutored?”

Race huffs and pulls out his cigar to stick in his mouth. “No way! I’ll keep my own perfect score of failing before I team up with one-a those bookworms-”

“Well that’s too bad, Mr. Higgins.” Mr Johnson approaches us. “Your failing grades have led the school to force me to assign you a tutor. You are to stay after school every weekday until 5. You will continue this until your grades improve.” The teacher gestures to the door. “Your tutor is waiting for you in room 215.”

I can’t believe it. Neither can Race.

“Are you serious? God, outta all things…”

The flustered student gets up and struts out of the room, causing me to rush after him.

“Maybe it won’t be so bad? It’s only-”

“Dave, of course it’s gonna be bad! I’ll barely miss the card tournaments at 6!” We reach the end of the hall where room 215 is. “I’m gonna be locked up with some ugly stiff trying to teach the unteachable-!”

“You must be Anthony Higgins,” a woman’s voice speaks as the classroom door opens.

Race rolls his eyes. “Yeah, that’s- Holy Jesus!”

Amanda’s POV

This is what I get? This is what I get for keeping good grades? Being forced to tutor someone? Mrs. Smith informed me this morning that I’ve been assigned to tutor someone all because I’m one of the top students. I don’t even go to Manhattan High! I’m only here for the math class! Sadly West Side High doesn’t have any higher up math classes, so I have to commute to ‘Hattan.

I take a deep breath as I wait in the empty classroom. Just get through it one day at a time. The sooner you help him improve the sooner this headache will be over. The sound of approaching chatter alerts me to the door. Putting on a perky face, I walk over and open it. Outside I recognize Davey from math club, and the other must be the student I’m supposed to meet.

“You must be Anthony Higgins.”

The man in question rolls his eyes and turns to me. “Yeah, that’s- Holy Jesus!” His jaw drops and I swear he’s having a stroke.

Davey waves a hand in front of him. “Um, Race? You ok?”

The blonde boy nods slowly, still gaping at me. I feel my patience slipping. Ugh. I am not staying after school to be ogled!

I grip the man’s shirt and drag him inside. “Thanks for dropping him off, David. I’ve got my work cut out. See you tomorrow!”

“Bye, Amanda!” The kind Jacobs man waves and shuts the door.

Race is still quiet. I steer him to a chair and push him down to sit. “Listen up, Higgins. We both don’t wanna be here. So let me make this perfectly clear: pay attention and smarten up!”

Higgins shakes himself awake and gets a lopsided grin. “Well hello, doll. Y’know friends call me Race-”

“I’m not your friend. I’m your tutor.”

My firm tone turns Race’s grin to a scowl. “Don’t remind me. I don’t think I’ve met you. I’dve remembered your lovely attitude.”

I stiffly take out some worksheets and slap them on the desk. “You’ve got some nerve, Higgins. I’m from West Side High.”

He snickers. “Ah, one-a Lorton’s gals. That’s where the attitude comes from!”

I roll my eyes. “Riff’s just a good friend. That also means that you shouldn’t try anything, understand? Just do these worksheets and we can be done for today. My whole life doesn’t revolve around school, and unlike you I actually have plans that don’t involve goofing off.”

“Well,” Race says cockily. “Since neither of us wanna suffer through this, whaddya say you lets me go early?”

That little-! That’s it. No more playing nice. I stiffly walk over to the door and lock it. It’s against school policy but I don’t care at this point. This cheeky moron is not gonna pin me for some softie!

“Hey! Why’d you-?”

I steer Race back into his seat with a firm hold. “Worksheets. Now! Before I really give you something to stress over!”

He’s shaken but still tries to keep confident. “Like what? The heartthrob you’s give’n me?”

“Like a black eye, dumbass! Now get to work!”

Race’s POV

God must have a sense-a humor ‘cause that tutor session felt like it took fifty years! It don’t help that my tutor is a stuck-up goody-goody. Jeez, for a moment I thought she was cute. I didn’t even get her name.

“Ey, Racer. Ya with us?” Jack asks.

“Um- Yeah. Just think’n,” I mudda as we enter the Jets’ hideout.

“You? Thinking?” Albert laughs. “Never thought I’d see the day! What’s got you so worked up?”

“He has to be tutored now,” Davey explains from behind.

I roll my eyes. “Gee, thanks Davey! Why not announce my failure to the whole woild, why dontcha?”

“Don’t feel too bad, Race,” Crutchy tries to comfort me. “It took me a while to understand math too.”

“What I don’t get is how are ya so bad at math when ya count cards like a madman?” Spot grunts. “You’s bedda not get us kicked out.”

This week’s card tournament is be’n held in the West Side. I ain’t too noivous ‘cause Riff’s always too busy boast’n ‘bout his new construction job to play the game. That and Baby John’s poker face ain’t worth dirt. I can see through him like glass. So far the turn up looks pretty bland. Maybe folks is get’n tired-a losing? Where’s the competition?

“Evening gents,” Riff greets us as we gather ‘round the table. “We’s just wait’n on a few more players, then we’ll start.”

“Is Bernardo coming?” Davey asks.

The Jet leader smirks. “Wouldn't you wanna know, Mouth? Expecting Liliana to show?”

David blushes and looks away. Sure, he gets a pretty goil tonight. Of all people I expected Davey Jacobs to be the last guy to find a date.

“What about Mouthpiece?” I ask. “Can’t a guy see his own brodda?”

Riff shakes his head. “Bernardo called to say he can’t make it either. Only Baby John and Amanda are left to show.”

“Besides, one Higgins is enough to handle,” Jack groans. “We don’t need the matching pair.”

I’d hoid of Baby John before but the odda name ain’t familiar. With my luck it’ll be some ditzy dame who don’t know a spade from a shovel-

“Well well, hello again, mister Higgins.”

Amanda’s POV

“Are you kidding me?” I gape as I peer through the window.

“What’s wrong?” Baby John asks from behind.

“Race is here, that’s what! That ding-dong plays cards here?”

“Actually he ain’t no ding-dong,” Baby John points out. “Race is one-a the best players in New York.”

I snort. “If he’s so smart, why do I gotta be forced to teach him basic algebra?” Perhaps that’s a question no one can answer. “Don’t matter. He’ll bend either way.”

“Gonna lay on the shark charm?” John questions with an arched brow.

“Ya bet.” I don’t always play by the rules. My secret is that after school I play tournaments as a card shark by flirting with players. Some frown at it but I’m proud of my acting skills. Plus any little money I can make goes towards helping my parents.

Baby John goes ahead and sits next to Riff at the table while I stand behind Race.

“Well well, hello again, mister Higgins.”

The man’s head jerks up and he spins around to look at me with surprised eyes. It’s as if he can’t decide that I’m real. He looks between me and Riff with a stunned expression.

“Amanda, I see you know Race,” the Jet assumes.

My lips press into a firm line. “Yeah. Through tutoring. Now since we’s not at school can we actually have fun and play some cards?”

The oddas just shrug and begin to assemble the deck, while Race looks at me like he just won the lottery.

“Amanda, is it? Golly, I’ve never pinned you for a card gal!”

“There’s many things you’d be surprised by,” I say in a sultry voice. My suave charm automatically draws Race in and I see him starting to lose his senses.

“Th- That’s some getup you’ve got on, sweetheart,” he mumbles.

His compliment is refreshing. Usually guys just eat my appearance right up with no thought-a be’n nice. Tonight’s outfit is a polka dot cocktail dress with a sweetheart neckline paired with simple red heels. I may be a card shark but I still got my dignity.

“Thank you,” I say whole-heartedly, but then regain my attitude. “I was starting to think ya couldn’t use that mouth for anything odda than back-sassing. Ready to lose?”

Race stares for a second then turns back to start gathering his delt hand. I decide to sit next to him for a better shot of distracting him. If I can get the oh-so-great Racetrack Higgins to falter at cards then I’ll have really set a record. Tonight’s game is Hearts and fortunately my hand is halfway decent. Lotta high cards plus the queen-a spades. Just enough to turn the tables and give everyone 26 points.

“You’ve been taking a lotta hearts,” Race says after a while, then says in a lower tone: “Wanna bet that you’d steal mine as well?”

Ha! He’s trying to play a card shark at her own game! This is too funny.

I pull on my best flirting smile and bat my eyelashes. “You tell me, handsome.”

That did it. Race’s face goes beet red and he goes back to staring at his cards. A few more hands go by and I continue to keep the lead. Luckily the oddas are too consumed by conversation to notice, all except Race. But for good measure to keep him distracted I slide my leg over to brush against his. This gets him shaking and all but hot and bothered. It’s working, but then why does a part-a me feel guilty? It ain’t a question that Race is a jerk sometimes but he’s still kinda handsome- No. I have a job to do. There's no holding back.

“Last hand. Who’s got the queen?” Davey asks as we all turn in our final card.

My smirk outshines all their oblivious faces. “I do!”

Jack chuckles. “You lose, Amanda.”

“Actually…” I fan out all the hearts I’ve collected. “I win!”

Everyone takes a double-take and groans. Another victory!

“Alright, you know the rules,” Riff grunts. “Pay up.”

The guys grudgingly take out their contribution and toss it onto the table. Maybe now I can afford to buy mom some good kitchen knives.

“Good job, Amanda.” Leave it to Crutchy to be the pro at sportsmanship. “You’re almost better than Race!”

“He’s right,” Spot agrees. “Hear that, Higgins? Ya got competition!”

The man in question has a stern look on his face. Instead-a answering he abruptly gets up and sulks down the hall to the bathroom. Sore loser. Can’t he take one defeat without holding a grudge?

“We’s gonna head back,” Jack calls. “Send Race over once he’s done.”

The ‘Hattan fellas make their way out, leaving me with Spot ‘nd the Jets. Soon enough they too walk out and leave me alone to count up my winnings. After a few moments I hear footsteps and turn to see Race fuming with what looks like anger.

“You got spunk, sweetheart,” he remarks slyly. “Not many dames can get into my head the way you do.” All of a sudden he struts forward and leans me back to lay against the table. “Almost makes me wanna soak ya for that, but then that’d be wasting that pretty face-a yours.”

How is he so strong? Also why are his eyes suddenly quite catching-? Ugh! Get a grip, Amanda! Just take the money and go.

“You’re lucky Riff ain’t here right now,” I growl. “Oddawise you’d be talking through a mouth with no teeth for saying that.”

Race scoffs. “You batted your eyes at me, sweetheart. What’s your angle?”

“It’s part of the game! Jeez Higgins, you’re so used to card tournaments I thought you’d already know what a card shark is!”

“So instead of being one-a Bernardo’s sharks, you’re an actual shark?” Race dramatically clutches his chest. “That hurts. That hurts deep, sweetheart.”

I hiss in frustration. “Stop calling me that!”

“Why? ‘Cause every odda bum ya flirt with calls you that? Just how many guys have ya swindled to give you cash?”

In a fleeting moment of anger I slap Race across the face. “I ain’t your usual lady of the night, Higgins! For your information, every cent I earn through card games goes to my folks! Unlike you I use my skills to help people instead of boasting ‘bout it like a spoiled brat!”

Race blanks for a second but is still angry. “Boasting? I ain’t the one boasting, sweetheart. I’ll admit my skills is good but it’s Jack ‘nd the oddas that boast ‘bout it!”

“Then why do you suck at math?” I jab.

“Maybe it’s the same reason why a clean-cut goil like you is a card shark,” Race replies. “I gots bedda things to do.”

“That don’t mean ya should throw your education in the trash!” I argue.

“I ain’t as smart as you, sweetheart. I know when to admit I’m no good.”

Race suddenly gets a saddened look and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t feel bad. It ain’t his fault he’s not book smart but that don’t mean he’s useless.

“You still don’t get it, Higgins. Life’s more than just academics. But you still gotta put up with the tough stuff.” I loosen up a little and put a hand on his shoulder. “If you’re willing to cooperate, I could still tutor ya.”

Race laughs. “Ha! That’s a good one, sweetheart. Going soft on me?”

That son of a-! “Alright, fine! Go and fail math for all I care!” I lean forward and shove him against the wall. “To think I actually felt sorry for you, you snarky, hot, cocky-!”

“Whoa whoa whoa!” Race’s face lights up. “Lay that on me again?”

“I was an idiot to think you’re a decent human being-! Ah!”

The blue-eyed man tilts over and plants a kiss on my lips. In my shocked state I don’t know whether to pound him or kiss him back. The gesture melts away my anger in pure ecstasy. God, what’s this guy doing to me?!

“You think I’m hot, sweetheart?” Race gets a cheeky smile. “Can’t say I ain’t flattered. You’s a scrumptious catch too.”

My face twitches as I try to form a rebuttal. “I- I… I-!”

“Well, whaddya know! I got the card shark speechless!” Race softly places his own hand on my shoulder. “I say we’d make a great pair, hm? Before we kill each odda, whaddya say to a milkshake at Doc’s?”

He’s got me hook, line, and sinker. As a card shark I’m not supposed to fall for anyone I play- where did I go wrong? Race is a pain! Yet still kinda cute… Ugh! Why does luv gotta be so complicated?!

“I- I ain’t good with luv, Race,” I mutter. “The only hearts I’ve been dealt with are cards. I ain’t a normal date.”

No matter how hard I wanna look away, Race’s eyes still capture me in a helpless trance. I’ve been disassembled from a cunning card shark into a pathetic mess. All I can do is stare as the man runs a hand softly across my cheek and looks down at me with kind eyes; a completely opposite demeanor than 10 minutes ago.

“I don’t want a normal date, Amanda. A normal date picks at my habits and says I gots a gambling problem.” Race bumps his nose on mine. “You wouldn’t say that, wouldya?”

My breath hitches. “No, you- you’re amazing at cards. Anybody who says oddawise is a joker.”

Now Race’s face is mere inches from mine. “Still up for a date?”

A sassy grin spreads on my lips. “Think ya can handle me, Higgins? I am still your tutor, after all.”

He rolls his eyes. “Just lemme kiss you, ya mouthy tutor.”

And I do. Over and over and over, Race kisses up and down. All talk-a math and school drips away and I give in to this new-found feeling.

“Never thought I’d fall for a bookworm,” Race mumbles between kisses.

I lightly smack his shoulder. “Remember this ‘bookworm’ just schooled you in Hearts, Higgins. You lost, remember?”

Race chuckles. “Yeah. Lost my own heart to you too, sweetheart.”

Tonight really was a successful game after all.

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blueepink07 · 4 months

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Checkmate

Posting this fic here too! But you can also read here.

Summary: Yuno notices a pair of crimson eyes staring at her match of chess with Mahiru. Scared that her older friend might remember the latest event in which she was attacked by the same pair of eyes, she swiftly leads her to Shidou's cell with the excuse that Mahiru needs to take her medications. However, when Yuno comes back, the same prisoner that disrupted their game demands another match with her.

"No fair… You are too good at this, Yuno! You really have to teach me, too!!"

"And… Checkmate!"

"Sure!! Let's put the pieces back together and I will teach you some tricks!~"

"Right! But… Where was the queen placed…?"

"Mahiru…" Yuno couldn't help but laugh, noticing her friend mistaking the queen’s place for the king's.

It's been a while since they stayed like this, relaxed and cheerful, despite the circumstances… Kotoko's attacks prevented Mahiru from moving much, forcing her to spend the days in her cell, without an occupation. Although Yuno was frequently checking on her, she grew worried, noticing that with every passing minute, her mental state was deteriorating, so the requested wheelchair felt like a rescue from this monotonous routine.

Exactly, when the two friends were finishing to set up the table, Yuno spotted a pair of crimson eyes staring in their direction. The same pair started to approach them, the high school girl's heartbeat slowly increasing with each step. She wasn't scared for her… She was worried for Mahiru, who hadn't still felt the presence of the other person. How would she react seeing the prisoner who hurt her just a while ago? What's Kotoko trying to do? She can't beat up anyone during the trial, but what if…

No, Yuno, these are just assumptions! The best thing you can do is to avert Mahiru from noticing the taller prisoner and get her to leave the chess table.

"Mahiru… I think it's the time to get your medications. Let's first go to Shidou and then we will continue, ok?"

"Ah… but I had thought there was still some time left until my next medication…"

"I understand why! We had such a fun time together, so it's only natural. Here, let me help you!"

"No!"

Yuno's flinch didn't get unnoticed by Mahiru, who, with an apologetic smile continued:

"I don't want to be a bother… You spent so much time with me… With this wheelchair I can move by myself… So, really, Yuno, I will be fine…"

"It's still annoying to move with that, isn’t it? You still haven't got used to… This. Don't worry, for me it's not a bother! I have nothing better to do, so let's go!"

Yuno didn't even wait for Mahiru's response, helping her instead to move as fast as possible, directing the wheelchair at an angle from where she wouldn't be able to see Kotoko. Her heartbeat started to slow down as she was approaching Shidou's cell, knocking on the door.

"I think I will retreat for now!! Don't forget about the match!"

"Ah.. Yuno?!"

"Sorry Mahiru… I should go back to see if everything is clear now…"

Yuno felt more confident when she came back, if not she became curious of what Kotoko wanted from them. She wasn't even surprised to see her sitting in Mahiru's place, staring at the chess table.

"Kotoko… Do you want to play chess too? Although I don't think that's why you came, right?"

"Actually, that’s why I'm here. I've noticed that you are quite skilled at it, so I thought it would be good practice."

"She hadn't even hidden the fact that she watched us for a while. But I guess she had no reason to, considering that she now thinks she is Es's partner."

"I'm surprised! I wouldn’t have guessed that you would be the type to play chess for fun!"

"I play once in a while… It’s relaxing actually, it also trains my mind and helps me keep myself more… composed."

How much Yuno would want to throw the chess table to a corner and leave. Keeps her relaxed, huh? What a lie, Kotoko's hesitation tells everything. The way her voice, usually powerful, has been slightly trembling at the last word.

She is after something, that’s for sure… Yuno heard before that the strategy you use when playing chess can tell a lot about one's personality. Is this Kotoko's attempt at trying to learn more about her, while making herself vulnerable? After all, this game of accumulating information can be played by two.

"Okay~"

"I will begin first, if it's alright…"

"Sure, go on!"

Making the first move… Usually the one who begins has a slight advantage. Is Kotoko not that confident about her skills…? However, the first two moves are usually the same regardless of who you play with. As expected, Kotoko moved the pawn that guarded the king. The muscle memory worked in, and Yuno, too, placed her own pawn with two slots.

The objective, in the beginning part of the game, was to make an opening for as many pieces as possible in a short time. Kotoko seemed to know this too as she started to move more pawns to make room for the pieces that were worth more points.

Just a few moves in the game, and Yuno could already tell Kotoko's style of playing. After quickly disposing of the pawns that kept the other pieces in place, the raven haired girl started to consider every move an opportunity to attack. Aggressive, but precise, fearless, no matter the consequences. If Yuno would take into consideration the latest events, she would think that this is how Kotoko usually plays. But… Something feels off. Kotoko analyses before she acts. Her moves right now are too reckless, the difference in points being quite large, Yuno having a considerable advantage.

Has Kotoko figured it out already…? That the way Yuno plays during their match is different from her usual style? The highschool girl likes to trick her opponents at every given chance, while also putting herself in a position that might mislead the opponent, creating a false sense of stability that would cause them to advance in the danger, becoming a victim of her tactics. However, with the possibility of Kotoko wanting to learn more about her, it forced Yuno to take a different approach. Instead of using tricks, she decided to play safe, maybe too calm and boring for her liking. Not attacking much, but having a good defense, while slightly predicting the opponent's moves.

Is Kotoko trying to push Yuno to her limits? Yuno is not a fan of long matches, and considering that Kotoko plays in offense, while she plays in defense, it will take some time until one of them wins.

To succumb to boredom and let Kotoko's strategy actually work, or continue this charade…

It will be easier if she would just stand up and leave… After all, Kotoko is not someone she would like to spend time with and she should really check on Mahiru.

"Hey, Yuno. You seem deep in thought, are you actually paying attention to the game?"

"Hm~? Chess is about strategy, so it would be natural to be deep in thought. Or is this your way of acknowledging that you let me win?"

"Hmph, let you win. What nonsense. I think you are the one who treats me lightly. From what I've seen, from your other matches, you could have already won by now."

Since when did Kotoko start to spy on their games? It's scary how easily she can make herself unnoticed and claim so much information.

"How sweet! An admirer!"

Surprisingly, Kotoko didn't comment about her reply, instead her face turning into a frown.

"Your skills at chess are really impressive, my only objective was to have fun with you."

"... Really? After everything that happened, what made you think that I will forgive or forget. I don't think I have to spell it out for you, why does no one want to sit next to you though."

"Then, why did you accept my request? I know that you aren't afraid of me. Were you scared that I might have hurt Mahiru? Do not think that your action didn't go unnoticed."

Why did Yuno accept the request… To gain information about the prisoner in front of her… Who was now watching her with the same crimson eyes that a few minutes ago, caused her heartbeat to be increased. Would it be a smart move to answer honestly? No, her intentions should be hidden for now. Who knows? Maybe if she will do this more times, she could figure out better what is the deal with Kotoko. And the next time, she would make sure that no one would be injured by her anymore. To predict Kotoko's next moves. Like in chess.

"Hm… I wonder! You are the only one with whom I haven't still played with, so I suppose I was curious about your skills! Especially, since you said that chess is relaxing…"

"Ah… The small competition you had last week. You won, didn't you?"

"Haha… Yes, but I'm wondering if Shidou actually let me win. His skills are truly impressive."

Kotoko's face showed little to no emotion, but Yuno could tell that she didn't believe her lie at all.

"Still, you should have played fair with me. Anyway, I'm done here. Next time, promise me to give me a great match, okay? I want to see more of the real Kashiki Yuno."

"..."

With Kotoko's departure, Yuno was left alone with her thoughts. "Next time… huh?" Her motive is still… unclear. It's not like Kotoko likes her very much, the feeling is mutual, so what does the raven haired woman want to achieve?

"Yunoo!!~"

"Mahiru!"

"See, I've told you that I can manage on my own!"

"Did Kotoko leave, because she noticed Mahiru approaching…? Would she be really so considerate of Mahiru's feelings, or is it pure coincidence?"

"Ah… Are you okay…? You seem spaced out…"

"Oh, yes! No worries! Let's play, shall we? I can't wait to show you some cool moves!"

"And maybe I would not be the first one eliminated, next time, from the competition!"

"That’s the spirit!"

All Yuno's worries about Kotoko's motivations dispersed as soon as the new match started. With a small, soft smile, she began explaining to her friend some of the easier tactics, as Mahiru was pretty much a beginner. Yuno couldn't help, but laugh seeing the eyes that were watching her with anticipation and curiosity. It is the first time, since Mahiru was injured, when her older friend displayed genuine happiness, her beautiful eyes seeming to regain their sparkle that she adored so much.

#milgram #writing #milgram yuno #yuno kashiki #milgram kotoko #kotoko yuzuriha #Chess #because of its white and black slots #always reminded me of Kotoko's black and white thinking #I purposely let Kotoko to start the match because it may correspond to the fact that she believes her justice is good hence the idea #of playing with white #Yuno plays with the black pieces to illustrate Kotoko's perception of the other prisoners #Not sure of how it turned out but I really wanted to write a Kotoko and Yuno interaction and the idea of playing chess together #was very appealing to me!#Also btw the italic text is the character's thoughts!

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moonstruckme · 7 months

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Hey!! I saw your posts about colour blind!reader and reader with hearing problems and i really love them, I have to wear hearing aids myself so it is really lovely to see some representation!! So I was wondering if you could do remus x reader (or any marauder i don't mind) where the readers hearing aids broke and remus has to help them communicate for the day while they wait to get them fixed? If you aren't comfortable with that don't worry<33

I'm so glad you liked them sweetness, thanks for requesting! Unfortunately I don't have anyone in my life who uses hearing aids that I could consult about this, so I had to rely on the internet and apologize for any inaccuracies <33

Remus Lupin x fem!reader ♡ 653 words

“Moony,” James says, cocking his head at you inside Remus’ car. You’re sitting placidly in the passenger seat while the car trembles with bass. “What’s she doing?”

“She likes the vibrations,” Remus replies, carrying a giant tupperware container of chili. Ever since he moved in with Lily, James has taken to “accidentally” making too much of nearly every meal they have so that his friends are forced to come over and take home leftovers. (“I thought the recipe was supposed to be tripled,” James had said over the phone. “You’ve gotta take some off my hands, Moony, it’s gonna go bad.”)

“She’s gonna be shaking the whole block if she turns that up any louder,” Sirius says, following them out of the house. “How can she stand it?”

“Hearing aids broke yesterday,” Remus explains, opening the passenger door. James flinches at the sound that bursts out, and Remus hands you the chili before reaching around you to turn down the dial on the radio. “We’re waiting for the shop to call so we can pick them up,” he finishes.

You wave at the boys, and they wave back with smiles somewhat bemused.

“How bad is her hearing without them?” James asks concernedly.

You go to respond, having read the question on his lips, but Remus sets a hand on your shoulder.

Hold on, he signs to you. This will be more fun.

You roll your eyes, but play along with his game, letting Remus speak for you as if you can’t do it yourself.

“She can’t hear much of anything,” Remus says. It’s the honest truth, though he neglects to mention that you’re still perfectly capable of speaking and also quite skilled at reading lips even without the aids. “Some loud noises or things with a deep pitch, but not enough to make out speech.”

“Huh,” James says. “Well, tell her I hope she enjoys the chili.”

This is great, Remus signs to you. I never get to practice.

You’re mean, you sign back, even as your lips twitch at the corners.

“She says she’s sure she will,” Remus says. “Thanks for saving us some.”

James grins. “No problem.”

“If she really likes vibrations, she should come take a ride on my bike sometime,” Sirius suggests, and he’s smiling, because he knows exactly how Remus will feel about that offer. Remus hates the idea of even Sirius, let alone you, on a motorcycle. “Tell ‘er, Moons.”

You’re already looking at Remus with a mischievous smile.

No way, he tells you. Not happening.

Buzzkill, you fingerspell.

Remus shrugs, and he doesn’t need to sign anything for you to read and what about it? in his expression.

“Ooh, they’re fighting,” Sirius deduces, laughing darkly. “This sign language stuff isn’t so hard to pick up on, is it Prongs? You can get the general meaning from their faces.”

Remus plasters on a smile. Not hard? I’ve been learning for two years, he vents to you.

You give a little laugh. Don’t listen, he doesn’t know what he’s talking about. But at least tell him I said thanks for the offer.

Remus turns to Sirius. “She says fuck you.”

You make a sound of offense, slapping Remus’ arm lightly.

“Okay, okay,” he relents. “She said thank you for the offer. But no.”

“It’s crazy,” James says with a little smile. “Everything you’re claiming she says sounds exactly like what you would say if you could choose, Moony.” He glances at you, and you raise your eyebrows like I know, right?

“Alright, we’d better be off,” Remus decides, shutting your door for you and rounding the front of the car. “Thanks for the chili, Prongs. And Pads, your bike is banned to her, so don’t offer again.”

“Buzzkill,” Sirius calls after him, but Remus pretends not to hear, shutting his door.

“Hey,” you say, your voice a bit louder than you’d usually allow. You’re grinning at Remus. “That’s exactly what I said!”

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ryeriy · 1 year

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Requested: no

10 Things I Love About You - Owen Power

A/n: A bit lengthy like this one a lot and I hope you guys do too. Also the dates in here are completely random so yeah. Also the dates represent flashbacks.

warnings: none just fluff

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

I woke up this morning and I was in bed alone. Owen had already left for hockey practice this morning and he didn't want to wake me so he left without disturbing me.

Rolling out of my bed and making my way into the kitchen to make myself a coffee when I see a piece if paper on the counter. Addressed To my beloved (y/n).

I was starting to get nervous now. Thinking he left me on valentines day. Thinking worse case scenario before even reading it all.

Opening the note it was a big pink peice of paper. Undoing the many folds that the paper was folded into I unfolded it and looked at the paper. It was a lot of different papers.

To my beloved (y/n),

I'm so sorry I can't be there with you right now but I wanted to tell you how much I love you by writing this. I love you :)

NUMBER 1

I love your kindness and how you treat people with kindness and how understanding you are no matter what.

SEPTEMBER 16TH

I was walking on collage campus walking with my head down looking at my phone as I was on my way to my next class. Had my headphones in as I was walking not really paying attention to where I was.

I felt a hard shoulder pound into me forcing my body to move back and lose my balance.

"Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry! Are you okay?" A tall figure asks me as he puts his hands on my shoulder making sure that I'm okay.

Looking down at my phone pausing the music that was playing taking out one of my headphones so I could hear him.

Gazing up at the childfaced man who was already looking up at me. He had black hair. Dark drown eyes and glasses. Wearing a umich hockey shirt.

"Oh yeah! I'm fine! It's my fault I was on my phone. Should've been paying attention!" I said while feeling bad for him.

He had a soft smile on my face when I said that. Putting a soft one across mine.

"Owen."

"(Y/n)."

NUMBER 2

I also love how supportive you are. Especially at my hockey games. I can hear you yelling my name in a while crowd of people.

DECEMBER 9TH

It was Owen's first home game I was able to go to. I was wearing a Michigan jersey with his name and number on the back of it. Sitting a few rows in the hundreds. I came by myself since my friends were all busy.

The game was ending soon and it was pretty close. Owen was skating down the ice with puck. No one stopping him. He goes and. He scores! Owen scored!

Jumping out of my seat in excitement. I put my hands up in the hair and clapped. Big smile on my face and was looking at Owen. I felt like the loudest person in the arena cheering.

"Yay Owen! Woooooo!" I yelled. I saw him look over in my direction. I could see him putting a smile on his face all away from a distance.

NUMBER 3

Your smile. I love your smile. You have such a beautiful smile. Whenever I see your smile my whole mood is changed and I love it.

JANUARY 8TH

Me and Owen were having lunch at Chipotle. Nothing fancy but it was something. We were sitting across from each other eating telling jokes.

Owen told me a funny story about one of his professors and it caused a reaction of me to laugh and put a smile across my face.

I saw him put a smile on his face when he saw me smile. We smiled and laughed at each other.

On the car ride home I was on my phone smiling at a picture of my niece. Owen looked over at me smiling at he chuckled to himself.

"What's so funny?" I asked while looking over at him.

"Nothing you just have a really cute smile."

NUMBER 4

How caring you are. You're so caring not only to me but others. I love you so much because you care about me.

FEBRUARY 22ND

Owen was playing a game of hockey with some friends for fun so I didn't expect him to come home till later that day but he came home quite early.

Hearing the door open and standing there was Owen with a swollen forehand. My face dropped when I saw him like that.

"What happened to you!" Rushing over towards him as he closed the door behind him putting his stuff on the floor.

"Just a puck to the head. Nothing much." He assured me. Wasn't convincing me.

"Go sit down on the couch. I'll go get your some ice and ibuprofen." I sighed while walking over to the freezer.

"Fine..." He replied back to me. Not sounding to excited. Walking to go sit down on the couch.

I'm bringing him over an ice pack with a paper towel so he can put it over where it was swelling. In the other hand a small glass of water with two pills of ibuprofen.

"Now put this on your forehead and take these. It should help with the pain." I told him.

"Why are you doing this. I'm still shocked you even want to after all the many times I've done this." He chuckles a bit. I laughed along.

"Because I care about you."

NUMBER 5

Half way there. Family oriented. Might sound really stupid but I love it how you just get along with family or anyone really.

MAY 9TH

Meeting his family for the first time. This was a bit nerve racking for me. I mean meeting your boyfriends is always nerve racking for people so I wasn't overreacting I was just nervous. I want to make a good impression. Thar the person their son has been seeing is a good person.

Walking up to the front door he was giving me a little pep talk to ensure me everything was okay.

"Listen. My family is going to love you. You're an amazing person and I've told them so much good things about you. They already love you." He pulled me close to him by wrapping his arm around my shoulders pulling me closer to him.

Knocking on the front door his mom opens it. She seems very nice. At least I think. I'd hope she is.

"Oh come in you two!" She signaled for us to come inside. I felt awkward walking in but Owen was next to me the whole time so it made me feel better.

"Mom, dad. This is the girl I've been telling you about. My girlfriend (y/n)." He said while introducing me into his parents.

"It's so nice to finally meet you (y/n)! I've heard so much about you!" His mom says while walking up to me and giving me a hug.

NUMBER 6

Your such a good listener. You listen to everything I have to say. Even if it's stupid. You just sit there and listen. And I love that you are just so interested in those stupid rants I go on about.

APRIL 4TH

It was late night after Owen's game. He came a bit upset since he lost. I wouldn't mind staying up late to comfort him.

When the door knob moved from the front door I knew it was. I saw him walk through the door and I went to greet him.

"I was watching you play tonight. You played great tonight baby." I comforted him. He said smiled at me and pulled me in for a side hug.

"Thank you babe. I need to rant right now. It's play of you say no. I completely understand if you don't want to listen." He placed a kiss on my head while giving me a hug.

"Of course I'll listen."

"Really?"

"When don't I want to hear your drama and gossip?" I looked up at him and let out a soft laugh. Putting a smile on his face.

NUMBER 7

Your music. Okay this is kind of weird but I love how you make playlists for everything. You force me to listen to that new taylor swift music. I don't mind it actually. I just love how that's a way you express yourself to me. By making playlists about me and forcing me to listen to them.

MAY 6TH

I had my phone open to my spofity playlist while I was baking. Owen came up to look at what I was doing. My phone was unlocked so he could see my phone. What he saw was my playlist called op<3 and had a cute picutre of him as the cover.

I didn't even notice that he was going through my phone. I had my back turned to him. I knew he was behind me but wasn't aware he was going through my playlist about him.

"I'm flattered that paper rings by Taylor Swift reminds you of me." He chuckles as he says that. I immediately turn my head back to see Owen holding my phone.

"Why are you looking at that!" I said while having an embarrassed look on my face.

"Well you left it unlocked."

"Doesn't mean you have to look."

"There's nothing to be embarrassed about babe. I think it's cute."

NUMBER 8

Your baking. Okay but when you bake for the team. It's just amazing. Or for family events. I'm surprised your not a baker.

JUNE 24TH

"Do you need any help?" Owen asks me as I'm putting the setting up the small pastries into a large container I made for his family reunion. I decided to tag along with him.

"No I'm almost done." I said while being forcused. After I was finished I walked over to Owen.

People started taking all sort of different dishes people made but mine attracted the most attention. I heard people talking about it and I just smiled at Owen. He smiled back at me.

"Owen!" An older woman walked up to us. She had open arms as she went to go give him a hug.

"Hello aunt may. Have you met (y/n) before?" He said while bending down to give her a hug then pulling away.

"No I don't think so." She says while looking at me.

"Well this (y/n) my girlfriend, (y/n) this my great aunt may." He said while introducing us. I went for a handshake but she went for a hug. We hugged.

"Oh you're the one everyone's talking about! Your dessert is so delicious dear!" She exclaimed at me. It put a small smile on my face.

"Aw why thank you. It's so nice to meet you." I thanked her and we both gave her a smile.

"You too dear!" She smiled back and walked off. Owen wrapped an arm around me pulling me closer to him. In his available hand he had a brownie.

"See I told you that they'll love you." He said while putting a kiss on the top of my forehead.

"Oh shush!" I said while giving him a playful smile.

He took a bite of the brownie and looked down at me. "They are right though. These brownies are really good babe."

"Well thank you kind sir." I replied back to him.

"Of course m'lady."

NUMBER 9

You always check up on me. If I'm on a long road trip you always find a way to communicate with me. Texts, calls, or video calls. You always find a way.

SEPTEMBER 29TH

It was Owen's first road trip of the season. He has been gone for a few days now and it's been lonely. Not knowing what to do with my time. First road trip of the NHL that were together with. I'll get used to it. I sent him a text.

hey, just seeing how the trips going so far. good luck <3

sent by you

Wasn't expecting to get an immediate text back but I did.

its going good. I miss you a lot and I still have a few more days. how's it back at home?

read by you

it's very lonely without you. I miss you a lot too. how's it going on the road with the boys? tell them I said hi.

sent by you

the only entertainment on the trip so far has been talking to you and watching dylan lose poker.

read by you

haha well have fun with that. ive been keeping myself busy while binge watching gilmore girls for like the eight time.

sent by you

again?! you must really like that show. im just glad that you've been texting to me to keep me company, love ya :)

NUMBER 10

Last one. Your gifts. You're such a good gift gifts for everything. I don't know how you can always think about different things.

OCTOBER 6TH

It was me and Owen's eleventh month anniversary. I decided to get him a hockey puck engraved with the date we got together with our initials.

"Hey babe." Owen said while walking over to the table where I was sitting with a white box.

"Hey Owen." I said while looking at him.

"What's in the box." He asks me while sitting down next to me and glancing over at the box.

"It's your gift. Open it." I handed him the box with a smile on my face.

Unraveling the box and looking at it his face light up. A smile appeared on his his face and he was in awe.

"Babe. Its so cute. You didn't have to do this for me!" He said while holding up the puck.

"Yeah but it was for you."

P.S

I love you so much. I'm sorry I can't be there with you right now but I wish I was. Love ya.

-Love,

Owen

#nhl hockey #nhl x reader #nhl fanfiction #ryeriy #hockey #owen power #owen power x reader #valentines day #ryeriysholidaycollection

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sublimecatgalaxy · 2 years

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@ncllywrites had a wonderful request so I figured I'd put in it an 'request' form to make it easy for me to fulfill :)

"billy x reader fic where the reader has this negative idea of billy bc she heard rumors that he was just a terrible person, but they end up being forced to spend time together for whatever reason. she gets to know the real him and they become friends or at least friendly."

Love this idea and I love the enemies to friends/lovers!

This is off canon, I repeat, not canon- goes completely off normal story line but I like it.

I have to specify because I hate being yelled at, this is not canon Billy. This is my own version of Billy so before anyone comes and attacks me, once again, THIS IS NOT CANON THIS IS MY OWN HEAD-CANON OF BILLY AND HIS CHARACTER, I am not excusing any of canon-Billy's actions or behaviors or beliefs.

"You can not leave me- I can not be responsible for him, Max." I plead, grasping at straws as the group refuses to listen to me. They give me a look before looking at the tightly sealed sauna door, but quickly decide to leave me to the wolves. I practically chase after them, following closely on Max's tail, all the way out the door as the whole group turns to me with a collective sigh, all exhausted from once again trying to save the world.

Being new to the whole secret Hawkins and the weird government involvement has not been the easiest thing to settle into. Finding out that everything around me has been a lie and everyone around me has been lying to me to protect me has been a difficult pill to swallow and it's only come withe more questions with every day that passes. I'm no hero like the rest of my friends are, I don't make quick decisions or put myself in harms way. I'm still having a difficult time believing this isn't just another one of the boys DnD storylines or some make believe game that they've roped me into play.

I'm in no means ready to help them save the world, let alone babysit the very man who's been causing majority of the drama over the last few days.

"We'll be gone for a bit, he'll be fine in the sauna." Max sighs, reaching out to take my hand in hers, giving it a tight squeeze in reassurance but I just feel myself panicking more. Her gaze flickers back and forth between mine as her lips pull up into a sad smile. "I know you hate him, but no one deserves this." She whispers, brows pulled together in anguish, and my chest pangs, watching the rest of the kids fizzle out of the room.

"He sort of deserves being possessed, Max." I whisper with a smart-ass smile, relieved at the laugh that leaves the pre-teen, her shoulders drooping in relief. "I'll sit with him but- fuck- please don't be long." I beg quietly, my eyes fluttering shut in frustration as she steps away from me, patting my shoulder before exiting the locker-room.

I turn slowly to look back at the small window on the door, knowing that Billy sits in there, not completely him but not completely gone. I've tried my best to wrap my head around the whole concept of the 'mind flayer' and after asking Will some questions, it's getting a bit clearer. But to picture Billy, someone I already have such a vivid image of in my head, I don't know how to approach babysitting him.

"Is anyone there?" Billy calls out, his voice groggy and cracked as if he's been yelling at the top of his lungs for hours. "Y/n, that you?" A chill runs down my spine at the sound of my name slipping past his lips. "Come on!" He shouts abruptly, a whimpered gasp escaping me at the sheer force of his voice, a voice that sounds nothing like his.

"Yeah, I'm here." I mutter, stepping up to the door to look down at him, watching the sweat drip down his forehead and onto the floor. He looks a bit relived at the sight of me, his head shaking in disbelief and he forces out a sigh.

"Why'd they leave you?" He asks, moving to lean against the wall, making no move to escape or manipulate his way out of his confines, his fingers tugging at the curls that sit atop his head.

"Sacrificial lamb, I guess." I chuckle, moving to rest my back against the door as I slide down to the floor. Tucking my knees to my chest, I allow my head to rest against the cool metal door, my eyes fluttering shut as I try desperately to slow my heart.

A few moments go by, quiet and peaceful almost as I listen to the frogs and bugs from outside the locker-room, watching the ripples of the water from outside reflect on the ceiling above me.

"I didn't want this to happen- if I knew-" Billy gasps suddenly, my eyes widening at his words that sound almost like guilt or something resembling an apology. My lips part in unspoken words, eyes locking on the ground as I shuffle my feet against the concrete. "I would've done better if I knew." He whispers, voice cracking a bit.

"Most people wouldn't be a shitty person if they knew of the karma coming their way." I scoff, not believing that the words that are leaving him are actually his words. The Billy I knew would've never apologized or held himself to any responsibility for hurting anyone.

So is this him, a new Billy? Or is this the mind-flayer actively trying to manipulate his way out of the sauna and into my own mind?

"Yeah-fuck. Are you seriously saying I deserve this?" He laughs tiredly and I briefly remember Max's words from earlier, my heart tugging painfully in my chest as my stomach swirls.

"No. You don't deserve it." I mutter, listening to the sigh of relief that leaves him. "But maybe if you survive, you'll have a change of heart on how you treat the people around you, like Max." I offer, allowing silence to consume us once more as he thinks on it. I can practically hear the gears turning in his mind from the other side of the door and for a second I actually think that he's fond of the idea.

"Think I'm capable of that?" He asks, a playful hint behind his voice but it's masked by sincerity, a heavy weight of sadness lacing his tone. Deciding to throw him a bone, I force a laugh before whispering.

"Not at all." He snorts, his head thumping against the door as a relieved smile takes over me, happy to have gotten past the awkward tension that I assumed would've taken hold of any conversation we would've shared.

"Thanks for the vote of confidence, beautiful."

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calzone-d · 1 year

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ted comforting reader headcanons 😛 (hurt,sick, sad) for my friend @my-soupy-brain <3 requests are open!!

when you’re hurt:

is so gentle with you, gentle hands, gentle voice, gentle everything

if you come home from the doctors/hospital and have ANY type of discharge orders?? he’s making sure you follow them no matter what. even if you feel better, or if you think it’s silly.

does whatever he can to make sure you’re not in pain. medication when you can have it, a little massage, a heating pad, an ice pack, a hot bath.

his heart breaks if you cry at all, but when you’re in pain? and he can’t do anything about it?? oh boy. he’s almost crying with you

smoothes his hand over your hair and gives you little temple kisses

“m’so sorry, darlin’. if I could take the pain away, you know I would in a heartbeat.”

would absolutely take off work to make sure you were okay, and to help you around the house or whatever

is definitely a joke-teller to try and make you smile. esp if it’s an established relationship, and he knows you won’t push him away over his optimism *cough*

just overall very hell-bent on you getting better

when you’re sick:

very similar to when you’re hurt, just wants you to get better

definitely coddles you if you let him

doesn’t care about getting sick himself

does whatever he can to keep your stress to a minimum so that you can get better

very much a “you stay in bed i’ll do everything for you” kind of guy

even though it sucks he’ll hold you in a tepid shower to bring your fever down

practically forces water and gatorade down your throat

“Ted you’re gonna get sick”

“Darlin’ it’s my job to take care of you, good luck gettin’ rid of me.”

“Seriously Ted-“

“Shhh just go to sleep sweetheart.”

when you’re sad:

okay i feel like this is where it gets dicey

ONLY because if you’re the type to ask for space or become distant when you’re sad, I think it would kinda kickstart his anxiety a bit

he’d totally need reassurance that you’re not feeling any type of way even remotely close to how michelle felt

“I-I get feelin’ down and needin’ space. I get all that. But can you just- just promise me you’re not wanting to leave? Or feeling any different?”

his eyes are wide and scared, brows furrowed

“pinky promise, Ted. just need a few hours by myself.”

is very insistent that if you change your mind about your alone time to find him and let him know

i feel like he understands depression though, so after you give him that reassurance he’s good as gold. he has no reason to think you’re lying.

gets you flowers or your favorite little things just to see a little tiny hint of a smile on your face

definitely distracts the kids and takes care of anything and everything if you just need some time in your room by yourself

if you want him to hold you and be close, he’d always offer to listen to your feelings or just sit in silence if that’s what you need

“whatever you need, sweetheart. you just tell me.”

always, always, always listens. doesn’t half ass it.

because of things with his dad, is always subconsciously telling you how much you mean to him and how much he loves you

“just, if it gets too much you tell me okay? please come to me.”

“Ted, I’m not going anywhere, I promise.”

very supportive of you seeing a therapist, being on medications

or if you prefer the holistic route, he’s very into that as well.

breaks this man’s heart to see you sad

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the-fiction-witch · 6 months

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Girl P3

Media The last Legion

Character Romulus Agustus (Age Up)

Couple Romulus X Reader

Rating Sad + Cute

Requested Anonymous asked:

Pls pls pls make a part 3 of girl with romulus it's sooooooo good ❤️

He stood at the end of the corridor, bow in hand firing his arrows down the hall to the items he found boring or uninteresting I had to stand and compliment him whenever he did hit… close to something most of the time he only ever hit the stand and podiums things sat on. He hit the podium edge making it wiggle and the priceless vase from the east giggled and toppled over onto the floor smashing with a spray of dust and shattered pottery.

"Yes!" He cheered,

"Well done your grace,"

"A perfect shot!"

"Indeed it was your grace,"

"I keep making shots like that they'll have to out me as head of the army,"

"They will your grace,"

"Humm I make another shot like that you better start getting on your knees and sucking my cock,"

"If you ask it of me, your grace,"

"You know it takes years of practice and gods given skill just to hold a bow you know," he said, "And then even more gruelling training and skills to be able to fire with any sort of competency, and even then most are not able to do such things,"

I knew what I was next to say but it did not flow as automatically as usual "It is a coward's weapon," the moment it left my mouth I realized what I had done

"What did you say?" He snapped

"Nothing your grace-"

"What did you say!" He screamed throwing his bow it splintered on the floor as he threw it with such force

"I said archery is how cowards fight," I admit

In response, he slapped my face so hard my body hit the floor "Say that again and I'll have your head girl." He said through gritted teeth "Now, What do we say."

I adjusted myself and fixed my dress as I stood, doing my best to remain composed

"Archery is how a coward fights, for you stand as far back on the battlefield as anyone, you stand back and let others fight for you, you kill men from a distance never seeing their eyes, never spilling their blood yourself, it is a coward fight, skilled I admit but cowardly none the less," I explained

"You dare call me a coward!" He yelled grabbing my dress and pinning me to the wall "I am the emperor of Roma and all of her illustrious empire, master of all her armies and her people, I am the blood of Cesar." he yelled "I AM YOUR KING!… I. am. Your god." He said dropping me hard onto the floor "You, are some shit-born peasant girl. Whom I have only given this sort of standing because I like her tits. I have given you everything you are, and this. Is how you repay my kindness. Why on earth do you feel you can talk this way to me!"

"Because you need me," I said leaning against the wall so I could sit there moving my knee up to rest my arm

"NEED YOU!" He yelled turning back to me "Why would I ever need you? You are a whore nothing more, the only thing I need you for is to jump on my cock. So go on. Humor me. Why do I need you?"

"You need me because you are cripplingly lonely. You've spent thought whole life locked up in Grand villas and Roman palaces, cuddled my nurse maids and politics teachers. And now you don't even have that. Your people despise you, your court thinks your childish, your advisors think you're a spoilt brat, and even the girls you keep as whores would rather lose their heads than spent time alone with you! Your mother is dead, your father is dead, and the only reason you are even on the throne this young is because there is literally one else who can be, everyone is busy dealing with the empire you don't know how to run and dont want to run, all while giving you some random woman off the street just to keep you from doing something stupid and causing more problems! " I yelled, "You put on this bastardly tough skill because you know inside you just a scared lonely little kid, without any family, without a single friend, because your a spoilt little asshole so scared and fearful of letting anyone in the stupid shell in case they leave you like mummy and daddy did!" I yell "So you need me! Because without me you are just scared. little boy." I took a breath as I accepted my fate, everything I had wanted to say over the year of my imprisonment came out and I knew he was going to kill me, crucify me, behead me if I was lucky enough to not be tortured to death in a thousand different ways but I didn't expect -

"Wwaaaaaaahhhhh!" tears flooded down his face as he hysterically cried like a child

"Uhhhh… are you crying?" I asked

He sat on the floor crying sniffling, gasping for breath in that way you do when you cry so badly his face was soaked from his tears and even goo from his nose as he cried

"Uhh are you okay?" I asked going over a little nervously

"Your right!" He cried

"Ohh no no it's okay"

"No, you're right! I'm just a spoilt child! And I don't have anyone I can talk to or spend time with! I'm so sorry for being a dick!" he cried pulling me into a hug

"Oh dear, no its okay you're not that much of a dick" I reassured stroking his hair

"No, I am! I'm a dick! I'm a terrible person! And everyone hates me!"

"I mean… Kinda."

"Wwaaaaaaahhhhh!"

"It's okay! It's okay now you know maybe now you can take steps to improve make things better"

"I don't like change!"

"Well nobody likes to change Romulus, but it's important to change, to grow and improve" I reassured and after a while of comforting him he settled down and wiped his tears away

"I'm sorry"

"Thank you for your apology"

"Nobody ever talked to me like that before."

"I think it was a while overdue"

"Your right, I've been a dick, everyone just didn't want to tell me"

"Well most of them were scared of you, myself included"

"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to make you think that about me, I'm sorry for being such a cunt."

"It's alright, it's easy to see why you… turned out to be rotten"

"I want to be better."

"You do?"

"I think so, Would you help me?"

"If that's what you want Romulus."

"I think so. Would you help?"

"I'd be happy to help"

"Would you marry me?"

"Wh-what?"

"Would you marry me?"

"Uhhh why?"

"So you can be the empress, so you can fix things. I promise I won't hurt you again."

"You'll really try and be better?"

"I will"

"You won't be a dick anymore?"

"I'll try"

"You won't hurt me?"

"Never."

"Well… Okay" I nodded

"Really? After everything I've done to you"

"If your really willing to try then I'm willing to help, but you so much as call me a rude name without an apology this empress is gonna kick the emperor's royal ass."

"Thats fair" he nods giving my cheek a little kiss

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littlegodzilla · 2 years

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This is my rpf norman request.

This would take place before TWD, back when our man was making B-movies of questionable quality. Reader (plus size please? 🙏) plays his bff in the movie. Norman's character has a love interest played by a typical bombshell actress. However, when the director notices that Reader and Norman have earth-shattering chemistry, the director decides to rewrite the script. Instead of the bombshell actress the hired for the role, Reader will be Norman's love interest. This saves the production money since they can fire that actress (poor thing).

Some possible plot points (optional)

both the reader and norman are struggling actors (this way norman doesn't have any "star power" over the production, nor any power over the reader)

movie involves reader's first sex scene, so she needs practice. norman is happy to oblige--he's had a lot of experience with his modeling, after all

or maybe he wants to practice (just to spend more time with her)

either way, norman is instantly ENAMORED with her.

maybe some marketing exec comes to set and complains about reader not being thin? but then the director says 'just look at them together' and reader and norman are taking a break in a corner staring at each other and/or flirting or smth? and it is just captivating to watch them connect.

love confessions, please?

smut is encouraged, but entirely optional

okay i have other more plotty ideas that i will keep to myself (unless you force them out of me) i cannot find the bravery in my heart to write rpf, so I come to you, a hero among us.

(feel free to turn this into a fic exchange, and I'll write Daryl/JohnRollins/Murphy fic for you)

Hi honey!!

Well well thanks for you request! I really loved to write it and all the details you gave me helped me so much. If you some day find the courage to write about Norman I will love to read it!

I hope you'll like it!!

Everybody enjoy!!

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My big girl.

Young Norman Reedus(34) x Plus Size!Reader(29).

Requested by: @minervadashwood

Warnings: Fluff. Confessions. Smut (sorry you know i like to write it🤣). Blonde Norman. Not Canon of Norman's films.

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Words: 5200.

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You're so excited. Your smile doesn't fade as you walk briskly through the city streets. It's been about a month since you auditioned for a movie. You have always loved acting, since you were a child it has helped you stay away from the abuse of the world. You have always been a girl with a difficult body, too far away from the canons that society thought were the right ones, too much flesh on your arms, a rounded belly, strong and full legs, but on stage, you could be whoever you wanted, the world disappeared for you.

Of course as time went by you started to ignore all the comments around you, that's who you were, whether people liked it or not.

That was you.

You acted in several plays around town, small roles, perhaps always too far from the spotlight, but each new role swelled your confidence until you dared to audition for a real movie. The refusals were not long in coming 'we're looking for something else' 'you're not exactly what we need' 'you act well, but...' there was always a but in their excuses, which made you smile in a forced way and with a 'thank you' you turned around and left the room without making much noise.

But this time it was different, although they didn't seem convinced, no one used your body as an excuse, they simply told you they would call you and you waited. And there's the result. You would not be the protagonist of the story, they had already chosen an actress for that, but they had liked your performance and wanted you to have the role of the protagonist boy's friend. You had different scenes with him, from what you read in the script when they sent it to you, you had good chemistry, friends for many years, you were his confidant, his support, you were the Stiles of his Scott. You were excited about the idea, because even though you weren't the main character, you wouldn't be in the background without saying anything.

You arrive on set clutching the script in your hands, you're so nervous you feel your heart in your mouth, you've spent all this time learning your lines, you almost know them by heart, you can't wait to get to work. You jump inside your skin when you feel a tap on your shoulder. Turning around you discover a boy almost your own age smiling nervously at you.

"Hi, I'm Norman Reedus." He introduces himself by holding out his hand to you. "I play the role of Brian." So he's the lead. He's certainly handsome, with that shot blonde hair, intense blue eyes, a pretty, shy smile, stubble on his goatee and a cute mole over his lip. They've chosen well.

"Hi, nice to meet you, Norman." You shake your hand and introduce yourself. "I'll be playing the role of Mandy."

"Great, I hope I don't screw up, I'm practically new at this..." He apologizes and you laugh shaking your head.

"Don't worry, I've only ever acted in theater, so this is new to me too."

"Really? God, great." He laughs and then shakes his head, waving his hands nervously. "No, I'm not saying it's great that it's your first movie, which it is, but it's just..."

"If we both screw up, it's less humiliating." You joke and he laughs nodding his head.

"Yeah, exactly. I'm selfish, sorry."

"It's okay." You play it down and squeeze your script again between your hands. "I-if you want we can practice the dialogue when we're not recording." You offer seeing him opening his eyes wide.

"You don't mind? I don't want to take you out of your method of concentration or whatever."

"Not at all, it might be fun, so it won't be so weird doing it in front of the cameras."

Norman nods looking at you gratefully. He's clearly feeling a little lost, but you're the same way even though you're trying to hide it.

Shortly after the rest of the cast arrives between the directors, production crew, and all that, the place is filled with people, cables, cameras, it's a bit overwhelming even, but that doesn't take away your illusion. Being the first day you are all updated with everything that involves the recording, schedules that you will follow, the order to record the scenes, they give you keys and directions to a hotel that is not far from there and where you will spend the nights until they finish recording the film.

You rehearse some dialogues, prepare some scenes, but for the moment it's just to get yourselves ready. Your eyes unconsciously search for Norman who is talking to the leading actress, the two seem to get along well, she smiles broadly and Norman moves nervously around her, but he seems flirtatious, you wouldn't really know, you don't have much experience with it. You refocus on your dialogue by repeating the phrases you already know, now that you know what a partner is going to be like, new ideas of how to direct your character pop into your mind.

"Hey, wait." You hear behind your back as you start to gather your things. It's late and tomorrow you start filming in earnest, you turn around to find Norman looking at you. "Are we still on for practicing dialogue together?"

"Sure!" You're surprised by his invitation, but you can't help but smile.

"Perfect, do you want to grab a bite to eat before we head back to the hotel? My treat." He offers you and your smile grows wider.

*******

To be honest, Norman is quite easy to work with, he's a natural, all that nervousness, that stammering makes him the perfect 'weirdo guy with a lot of problems', like the main character in the movie, so adapting your performance to his is easier than you'd expect. You're not always together, but many nights are spent staying up in your hotel room preparing the upcoming scenes, eating Chinese food, sometimes just relaxing from work and watching a movie until you fall asleep.

"Have you always wanted to be an actress?" He asks you one night when you finish dinner.

"I've always loved acting." You punctuate. "It's special to me, it helps me clear my mind to escape from the outside world..." You give him a sidelong glance and he nods letting you continue. "I guess over time it became a passion, something fun, it's not like I went to acting classes or anything..." You admit blushing and Norman laughs.

"Me neither, we don't do so bad either." He jokes and you let out a chuckle.

"Actually this is the first movie I've been in, I've always been given some excuse about, well... they didn't say it outright, but I was the problem."

"What do you mean?"

"Come on, look at me..." You say with a sad smile. "I'm not exactly the prototypical girl you see in the movies."

"What a stupid thing to say." He says sincerely and surprises you. "They missed the opportunity; it's fascinating to watch you act, you love it and it shows... I really like working with you."

You open your eyes wide, but then smile sheepishly nodding your head.

"Thank you..." You whisper feeling your cheeks red, but you're not the only one, Norman is also red as a tomato.

You become friends and the rest of the production is aware of it.

******

That morning you arrive late on set. You've spent all night preparing a scene that your character does alone, a little monologue before the end of the movie, nothing transcendental, but you can't give it the focus it deserves and that frustrates you.

When you get to the set all eyes fall on you. You freeze, feeling your cheeks redden, you know you're late, but you didn't expect everyone to be waiting for you. There are looks of surprise and others of disbelief, you frown because you don't know what's going on.

"Did they really fire her for her?" you hear a whisper and your brow furrows even more.

"It sounds like it, maybe they should have fired her, no one wants to see a fat girl on screen." Another whisper and your eyes fill with tears. You want to scream out what's going on, but your voice gets stuck in your throat.

"Hey, you're here." Norman appears in your field of vision, there's a huge smile on his mouth and his eyes sparkle. "Did you fall asleep, sleeping beauty?" He jokes and you feel your cheeks redden violently. A tear escapes your eyes and his smile falters. "Hey, what's wrong, are you okay?"

"Y-yeah, I'm sorry... Did something happen?"

"Well, it's crazy, but the producers fired Amy."

"The lead actress? W-why?"

"They said they've rewritten the script, that they have another vision for the movie and they didn't need her." He shrugs and scratches the back of his neck. "You're going to be the lead now." He says excitedly and you're still in shock. "Congratulations, gorgeous." He jokes but you don't even get to laugh. But you do feel your heart pounding when Norman hugs you.

At first you think it was a lie or a very well crafted joke, but no, the producers confirm what Norman has told you, they have changed the script so he can make sense of the movie. You are nervous, you don't want to have that role if Amy has been fired, it doesn't seem fair to you.

"It doesn't seem right to me... Amy was playing a really good part." You talk to Norman reviewing the new script.

"The producers have decided, it's not your fault." He encourages you.

"I know, but still, they could have kept her in the story, I don't know."

"I heard they shot a few scenes with her to make it all make sense." He shrugs.

"Still, I like having this role, but not crushing on a partner..." You whisper.

"Yeah, you could certainly do that." You hear a chuckle behind you. You freeze and Norman frowns.

"What did you say?" he growls menacingly.

"Which is true, who's going to want to see the movie with her as the lead?" Another partner spits again and you feel tears welling up in your eyes with rage.

"Say that again if you have the balls..." He walks towards him tensing his jaw.

"Norman, let it go..."

"No, he's going to apologize..."

"I'm not going to apologize for something we all think." He faces Norman, staring the two men down. "And if you're not careful, she'll eat you too."

That's enough, no one sees it coming, Norman's fist shoots out against your partner's jaw. Norman is not a very strong man, broad-shouldered, but his arms are not exceptionally worked, but it is clear that what he lacks in muscle, he has in nerve and the impact is so violent that the other co worker swings and falls to the ground on his ass.

"Norman!" you shout between frightened and nervous.

"Apologize to her!" He grabs him by the collar of his shirt still with his fist raised. "Come on!"

"Norman, stop it!" you yell again grabbing his arm, pulling him back. "Please!"

Norman stands up letting go of his again, his knuckles hurt, but that's the least of it, he turns to look at you and his brow furrows much more as he sees the tears running down your cheeks.

"He has no right to insult you!"

"I'm fine, Norman." You insist.

"And that's why you're crying!?"

"It's not the first time!" you take a deep breath and wipe away your tears. "Let's go, please." You insist.

Norman hesitates for a moment, turns to the extras who have moved a little away from you and turns to you again, holds your hand and the two of you walk off the set to head back towards the hotel.

"Why do you let them insult you?" he asks you when you're alone.

"It's not the first, and it won't be the last, Norman...I've been hearing those comments my whole life."

"And that's why it's okay?"

"I didn't say it's okay, but..." You sigh. "It hurt as a kid, but now I've learned to ignore them, I like myself, so I don't care what they think."

"If you didn't care you wouldn't be crying..." He mumbles clenching his fists.

"Well sometimes I can't help it if it gets to me..." You shrug. Norman stops and hugs you. Your heart is pounding not knowing what that's all about.

"If they ever say anything like that to you again, let me know, I'll be happy to kick them in the balls." He tells you and you can't help but laugh.

That's when you realize that your feelings for Norman are stronger than you thought. You like him. Not only is he a good friend, who you've instantly connected with, but he's also a good man, who cares about people and is kind and caring. He's certainly figured out how to earn a place in your heart.

And that scares you.

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You have spent many days and nights working on the new script. You've been shooting non-stop for two months, and exhausting, but it's worth it. You're thrilled with your new plot.

Apparently they've taken the twist where Brian, Norman's character, realizes that his feelings for his best friend aren't just friendship. There are confessions and very tender moments between the two of you. However in between drama and angst, there are also moments of love and passion and like a good movie there is a sex scene involved that you don't quite feel comfortable with.

"Can't we just leave it at some kissing and fondling?" you insist, sitting next to Norman on the couch about to start the action before taking it to bed.

"People like these moments, plus it's important, it shows the love and passion between your characters." Explains the director.

"It's okay." Try to calm down Norman. "We're not going to get really naked, besides you can cover yourself with my body." He offers you with a warm smile, you are about to tell him that you doubt you can hide behind his body, but you prefer to keep quiet.

"No... I don't feel comfortable with this... I'm sorry." You lower your gaze and hear the team sigh.

"Well, we'd better call it a day. We've been stuck in here for many hours and we're all tired. We'll talk about this tomorrow."

You get up from the couch quickly, Norman tries to stop you, but you dodge his hand quickly leaving the set.

You get out of the shower with a long sigh, you may have rushed out a bit, but the situation was starting to get uncomfortable and you needed to get out of there, tomorrow you would apologize to them. You put on your old sleep shirt, you don't sleep in your pajamas, t-shirts always get tangled and your pants always ride up, it's uncomfortable and you get overwhelmed, so you always buy some t-shirts bigger than your usual size and you sleep much better that way.

You hear knocking at the door and turn around confused, you haven't ordered anything for dinner and you haven't agreed with Norman to see him that night either. Nervously you move around looking for some more clothes, but you stop. You're in your room, why do you have to change clothes? You snort, pulling your T-shirt to fit over your body, but first you put on a bra, it's nice to have your thighs showing, but nothing else is necessary. You hear knocking at the door again, but now it sounds more urgent.

"I'm coming!" you assure running to the door and open it. "Norman?" Maybe now you would have preferred to put on some pants.

"Hi, were you in bed already?" he gives you a regretful look, but you deny.

"No, not yet, is something wrong?" you try to hide your nakedness behind the door and he watches your movements, biting his lip.

"May I come in?"

"Y-yes, sure, come in." You open the door wider letting your partner into the room. "I'm going to change, give me a moment." You excuse yourself, but Norman holds your hand.

"No, no need, it doesn't bother me... Do you feel uncomfortable if I see you like this?"

"It's not..." You press your lips together, you're not comfortable, but it's not just because Norman sees you, suddenly all your fears that you thought were conquered are piling up in your head and you need to take a deep breath. "Never mind, what's wrong?" You decide to change the subject, you point him to the couch and the two of you sit down, squeeze your legs together and position your shirt as best you can.

"I wanted us to talk about the movie scene..."

You tense slightly averting your gaze away as you swallow hard. Norman studies your movements and places a hand on your knee. You feel your body tremble and you look back up at him.

"Hey it's me..." He tries to make you understand. "I'm not going to make fun of you..."

"I know, Norman, you're not the problem." Maybe a little bit is, maybe you don't want him to really see you and your friendship to disappear.

"So, you're worried that the movie won't be a success? No offense but with the plot it's just another one of the bunch, if we can get TV to avoid it for Saturdays at nap time it'll be a miracle." He jokes but manages to make you laugh and you shake your head.

"I liked everything except this part, I hadn't even finished reading the script...how silly." You whisper lowering your head.

"Stop it, come on." He grabs your chin and you realize you're standing very close to each other. "Where's that girl who enjoyed acting? Where's that girl who was passionate about acting? Where's my brave girl?" he encourages you, you feel his thumb caress your cheek, you want to look away again, but Norman stops you. "It's just skin and flesh, there's nothing else."

"Easy for you to say..."

"Of course it is, and for you too, isn't it? You said it didn't bother you anymore."

"Yes, but..."

"I like this." His hands rest on your semi-naked thighs and your breath hitches. "And this." He slides his hands down your skin until they rest on your wide hips. "And I swear you don't know how hard it's for me not to stare at your gorgeous tits while we perform." He confesses and far from annoying you, you laugh.

"You're an idiot..."

"Yes, that's possible, but I'm serious. There is nothing, nothing, wrong with you, nothing to be ashamed of."

"I know that..."

"Then what's wrong with that scene?" He looks at you and then clutches his shirt pulling it over his head. You open your eyes wide at the sight of his nakedness. "See? It's just skin."

It's just skin, but it's different, you can see his muscles tighten, his belly crinkles in a funny way as he sits on the couch, he wears his body marked with several tattoos, a fine thread of blond hair runs down from his belly button to get lost inside his pants. You take a deep breath in feeling your underwear dampen and squeeze your legs together, when your gazes meet, the blue of her eyes shines brightly.

"I'm not the typical actor either, do you really think I'll ever get called to do a major movie or TV show?" he shrugs. "Look at me, tattoos, I drink, I smoke, I forget my lines. I'm a dork." He bites his lip and again places his hand on your knee, squeezing lightly. "We all have our burdens, but I admire you and like the way you are." He looks at you with intensity again and you feel him move a little closer. "It's just a scene." He repeats and you feel his fingers dig under your shirt. "You don't know how much I wish I could see you..." He whispers and you jump in place as his hand slips between your thighs.

"Norman..."

His mouth catches yours, a soft, tender kiss on your lips, he doesn't want to force the situation, but at the same time he expresses perfectly what he wants. You kiss him also resting your hands on his shoulders, feeling your heart racing, he spreads your legs and stands in the middle to get closer to you, his hand rests on your neck and the kiss becomes more intense.

You feel that smoky taste when his tongue goes in your mouth and you get goose bumps. Norman may not be the prototypical Hollywood actor but he's different, mysterious, that's what gets people's attention. You sigh and a giggle escapes you as his mouth runs down your neck.

"What?" he looks up at you smiling.

"Nothing, it's just that you tickle me." You laugh reddening and he laughs with you nibbling on your neck quickly increasing the sensation making you let out a little yelp. "Norman!" you yell wanting to stop him, but when he looks at you you realize there is a mischievous glint in his eyes.

You follow his gaze discovering that his hands have inadvertently lifted your shirt up to the level of your chest, exposing before his eyes your maroon lacy panties and your round fluffy stomach that is now rising and falling with speed at the lack of air from the tickling and nervousness that is taking over you. You reflexively try to cover yourself again, but Norman stops you, holding your wrists with one hand. He says he doesn't have much muscle, but you're impressed by the strength those huge hands have.

"You're beautiful..." He says again and you feel your eyes fill with tears. "I'm not going to hurt you, okay? I don't intend to humiliate you, not to make you feel bad, if you want me to leave, I will, but if you don't stop me I'm going to take off your clothes, one by one, until I leave you naked in front of me and I'm going to engrave your body in my mind..." He confesses to you and your whole body shakes, you feel his words take effect and you stop struggling with him. "We're not kids anymore, girl." He whispers in your ear and kisses your cheek. He releases your wrists, but first he stretches your arms above your head and stares at you giving you a mute command.

Your shirt falls to the floor with a dull thud, your eyes shift nervously, looking at him, then searching for something in the room that doesn't exist, trying to keep your mind distracted with something, but then you hear him take a deep breath and you look back up at him. His pupils are completely dilated, the blue color of his irises is now dark and dangerous, that shy and playful smile, has turned into a dirty grimace and that does not promise anything good. Norman clasps one of your hands and brings it to his crotch, your fingers twitch for a second as you feel the hard bulge under his pants.

"And if you could hear what I'm thinking right now, you'd run away." He assures you and you cover your face with your hands due to embarrassment. "I want us to go to your bed, I want you to be comfortable for everything I want to do to you." Your skin crawls with goose bumps as you hear him. "Do you want to go through with this? Because once I have you to myself, I'm not going to stop." He warns you, but he's managed to disarm you a long time ago now, you shake your head and he smiles.

He gets up from the couch taking your hand and you guide him to the huge bed in the room. Norman stops you when he sees you're about to take off your bra and turns you to face him.

"I'll do it."

You nod as he wraps his hands around your body, without taking his eyes off you he unclasps your bra, his fingers slowly pull down the straps and tosses the garment to the floor. Again you want to cover up, but you have to admit that you have always been proud of your breasts, so you let Norman admire you without saying anything. Your bodies are close again, his mouth runs down your neck to your collarbone and back up to his mouth as his hands caress your hips and down to your ass, which he grasps and massages between his fingers. You gasp at the sensation and Norman pulls away from your mouth.

"You don't know how much I've been waiting for this." He tells you, giving you a little spank.

You jump, but not at all displeased, Norman kisses you again before gesturing to your bed. Slowly you lie down on the mattress, Norman follows your movements as he removes his slippers and pants, his boxers reveal how aroused his put on already and you bite your lip at the sight of him. He crawls over your body and you share another kiss, each time your mouths meet they do so with greater intensity, need, your tongues tangle in a struggle to dominate the other, you bite his lip and he growls low enjoying the sensation, your fingers run down the back of his neck, ruffling his short blond locks, but you love the feel of this one between your hands. You close your eyes as you break the kiss and Norman starts to move down your body, his mouth stops at your chest, he licks, sucks and plays with your skin and nipples, enjoying them until he gets you to arch your back and let out a small moan. Smiling against your skin moving even lower, his teeth close over your soft tummy again, tugging lightly on your skin. He looks up to see what you're still doing with your eyes closed, but you bite your lip waiting for whatever it is he has planned. He smiles once more and his fingers grasp the edges of your panties and slowly slides them down your legs, which you spread a little to help him, lift them up and when the garment slides down your ankles and they fall to the floor, Norman bites you making you moan again not expecting it.

"Spread your legs for me honey, let me see you." He asks you with his voice hoarse from excitement.

Shamefully you obey by spreading your legs a little, but he holds your knees, opening them completely, seeing you completely exposed before him, your neck, your breasts, all your skin is marked with his teeth, with little threads of saliva from his kisses, hickeys that each time take a redder and redder color. He smiles satisfied with his work.

But he's not finished.

"Look at that plump, juicy little pussy of yours..." He whispers leaning over your body, his mouth caressing your lower belly, your bald mons completely exposing your entire core and he can't wait to lose himself inside.

He settles between your legs, laying back on the mattress, feeling his cock protest at being crushed, but there will be time for that, still with your legs apart, his hands rest on your groin and his thumbs part your labia. The wet sound elicits a naughty smile from him, your skin shiny, wet, your hole pressed against nothing and Norman scratches the tip of his tongue with his teeth, feeling it eager to sneak into your tight entrance and savor your taste. He grunts like an animal and his hips rub against the sheets seeking some relief.

He swallows looking at you, seeing that you're waiting for something, you don't quite know what, but you're clutching the sheets tightly and your eyes are closed. He smiles leaning over you and licks your slit, his tongue squeezes your clit, he slides it back down, slipping the tip through your tight hole. You moan at the sensation and Norman purrs at the taste of you on his tongue.

"Fuck, you taste so good." He growls and his mouth opens wide devouring you.

You moan loudly, your back arches and you spread your legs wider feeling his tongue bury itself much deeper, eagerly sucking on your clit, your legs tremble each time his mouth fucks you, you feel his hands roam over you until he grips your tits and squeezes your nipples increasing your pleasure.

"No...Norman!" you moan tangling your fingers in his hair pulling on it.

His tongue catches all your taste as you cum in his mouth, his fingers squeeze a little harder on your nipples, his tongue fucks you again before parting kissing your thighs, your lower belly, he cradles your breasts between his hands, enjoying your whole body until your lips meet and he lays his body on top of yours.

"Are you okay?" he whispers looking down at you, stroking your cheeks with his thumbs.

"Y-yeah, it's just... I never..." You stammer feeling yourself turn red and he smiles.

"I'm glad I was your first time." He teases and moves his hips against you, rubbing against your thigh. "Do you want us to continue...?"

"Please." You nod your head. "I don't want you to stop now."

"Okay, sweetheart." He kisses you and pulls away for a moment reaching into his pants for a condom.

"Did you come prepared?" You say surprised and he looks at you with apology in his eyes.

"Actually I've been coming prepared for almost a month." A chuckle escapes him. "But I never dared...I never really thought that you...well you know."

"I what?" you look at him dubiously.

"That you'd be interested in me."

"You're kidding..." You look at him incredulously and he shakes his head.

He removes his boxers and slides the condom over his throbbing erection, your eyes roam over it, he is well endowed. He crawls back over your body and kisses you again. You wrap your legs around his waist, Norman lines up with your entrance and slowly pushes inside you. You gasp and press yourself against his cock as he pushes his way fully inside and stands there still. You stare at each other and he begins to move, picking up a faster and faster rhythm, fucking you hard, deep. You moan every time he thrusts and squeezes your g-spot making the pleasure increase, you move in turn, feeling him deeper, your nails dig into his back and he keeps thrusting hard.

"Fuck, this pussy is going to kill me." He snorts in your ear.

"Norman, I'm close..." You hug yourself tighter to his body, your pussy clenching around his cock.

"Fuck, me too."

You can't hold on any longer and let your second orgasm hit you, Norman moves faster until he finally cums too, filling the condom, he gasps and grunts, resting his forehead against your shoulder as his hips go slower and slower until he stops lying on top of you.

You embrace his body caressing his back, kissing his neck and shoulder listening to him purr. He carefully rolls off of you and throws the condom in the wastebasket before coming back to you and cuddling you. He snuggles you against his body and his hands cradle your breasts again.

"I'm sorry, but I can't help it." He says and then hides his face between them making you laugh.

"What are you doing?" you laugh as he slides down and rests his head on your belly.

"I enjoy having you." He says simply and it gives you goosebumps.

"Of having me?"

"Yes..." He leans back on his elbows staring at you. "We're friends, co-workers, but I'd like us to... I'd like us to have a relationship." He confesses to you and you look at him with surprise.

"Dating?"

"Yes, it's just that I read wrong..." He starts to speak, but you shake your head.

"No, it's not that, it's just... I'm the one who thought you'd never be interested in me like that."

"I'm sorry, but it's going to be impossible for you to keep my hands off all of this." He says hugging and kissing you. "I like you and if you're not comfortable with the scene we'll talk to the producers, if we both refuse they'll have to change it."

"No, you're right, I'm proud of who I am, I'm not going to hide." You smile and he smiles with you, kissing you.

"This is my big brave girl." He whispers against your mouth and his arms hug you tighter snuggling you against his chest.

*****

The End.

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In the end, guided by your ideas and a little bit by mine, this is what came out, I hope you like it, that it is at least a little bit similar to what you had in your mind.

I hope you enjoyed it and thank you very much for your request, sweetie, I had a lot of fun writing it.

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