#maybe one day i'll write smth about her other friends

[medeaaasworld]

Ok so @neil-j10 used a headcanon generator on aftg characters (it turned out too accurate lol)

AND! I cannot stop thinking about Allison setting her *private* school on fire as an act of rebellion against her parents' despotism.

(for anyone interested here's the link to the tik tok)

Also like her entire life before the foxes, how she survived private school and "family dinners", what other acts of rebellion she performed, who the main influence in her life was and what friends she might have had.

That led to me somehow spending the day mulling over the possibilities and coming up with some headcanons of my own lol

So, meet the group of friends she was in at school:

• Allison Reynolds (@jessica_felter)

• Kyoko Taylor-Arima (Devon Aoki)

• Clara Smith (Lily Rose Depp)

• Zane Smith (George Mackay)

• Jeremiah Cornwell (Louis Partridge)

• Manon Dubois (@meretmanon)

《Allison Reynolds sets her school on fire when she's thirteen.

She kisses for the first time two years later, at fifteen, and her first kiss is with a girl.》

Kyoko was a breath of fresh air. She was a power to behold, a wild creature, a force of nature. She knew life for what it was, knew all the escape routes and all the ways to make life of bored aristocratic kids better. She was the one to teach Allison kissing — years later after the arson and the giddy feeling of getting away with it, because Kyoko had also taught them how to never get caught. It was their little secret, their "girls' girl" moment, thin and intimate and so much like a dream full of whispered "let me help you" and breathless "okays" in response.

After that, Allison put her knowledge into practice with Clara's older brother Zane. He thought he was the first although her lips were already bruised from pushing into Kyoko's willing mouth until it felt like suffocating and they had to come up for air.

Zane was older, seemed more mature and wore the bad boy attitude like a leather Prada jacket. Allison had long ago realized that soft wasn't her type. Sheep wrapped in school uniform jackets didn't catch her attention. She wanted cracks of lightning, someone wild and untamed and interesting. Rough edges and careful touches.

It didn't work out with Zane in the end though because her parents approved of him, and she never agreed to anything they thought would be best for her.

*Seth is kinda rough edges and Renee is definitely a wolf in sheep's clothing wink wink*

[binniesbooks]

hi fayebae, imma send these before i go for my hiatus again(im not sure if you alr have smth planned for tyun n hyuka! cos i know u have a yj fic thats coming soon, so ill send these in for them)

was thinking of tyun x reader for this

uk the series “academy reincarnation”!! There was a salsa dance ep! I was thinking that reader decided to sign up to the salsa academy where tyun is one of the instructors?/student! reader wanted to learn salsa for the longest time but has always been afraid to as one would usually need to dance in pairs. afraid of having any physical contact with any stranger(due to a trauma she formed from a relationship), even tho it was difficult, reader eventually let down her walls with tyun as the many practice sessions go by, she finds herself now looking forward to salsa practices as thats the only time she can see tyun! And she craves his touch. During one of the practices, they got so lost in the dance that their faces ended up really close to each other! Tension arises(she wants him, he wants her, dare i say more 🤭smut of course!) [didnt wanna write too much to allow ur creative freedom!!]

i hope this is good gah(just thought i should send smth in for the other members too hehe, pls dont put aside ur wip again!! Do this after ure done w ur yj one gah) love u my soobie fav boobie💗

TENDER TOUCH

TH 002 .F22 2024

wc 5.3k

pairings gentle!Taehyun x abused!reader

warnings physical and sexual abuse, traumatic experience, traumatized reader, protected sex, abusive ex-boyfriend (idk what else did I miss)

faye's note *insert: Taehyun's 어디 있지 (where am I) in boba😳* as promised, here's my second fic for the day! this is my first Taehyun fic and I'm fucking obsessed that it got up to 5.3k words, wth. Anyways, @inkigayocamman I know you requested a Tae fic, but here's another one for u to enjoy I guess while I'm still working on it. 🙂‍↕️ I hope you like this too! And ofc, to my one and only Beomgyu's kitten, I love your brain, it's so sexy omfg. I'm totally sat. Plus yeah, the yj fic is still on the line. 🤣 Anyway, I did a few research(again) for this fic, so I hope it turned out good, fingers crossed!

Edit: Thanks for proofreading the whole ass fic @babymochibeargyu I'm dead now. 😭😂 luv uuuu 😖💓

"Learn how to dance Salsa, we offer multiple dance forms for beginners to professionals. Come join us..." You mumbled reading the flyer your friend handed you.

"Jia, you know I can't do anything like this anymore." You sighed as you handed her back the flyer.

"I know, I know, it's because of your trauma, right? But maybe this is the way that can only help you overcome that trauma," She started, "I'm worried about you taking this class but I'm more worried about you carrying that trauma all throughout your life." Jia gently holds your hand, still careful not to scare you with the skin contact.

You're lost in your thought for a while thinking if you can really let go of your trauma after all this time. It's been so long since you haven't engaged in any relationship after your last one.

"I-I'll think about it." You sighed, you really wanted to be free but you just didn't know how to start. "Please do, I really wanted to help you." Jia's eyes are full of worry, sadness and guilt. Because it's been so long yet she can't do anything to help.

You've always been wanting to learn how to dance Salsa. It's like your little dream ever since, however, your boyfriend from your last relationship did not even want you to be touched nor be grazed by any man's skin. You insisted you could just pair with a girl but he threatened you to hurt anyone who will be around you if you kept on insisting to register for the dance class. You ended up not registering for the class and burying your little dance dream into the depths of your heart.

The following week, you found yourself standing in front of the dance academy building. Breathing slowly, thinking deeply whether you really want to do it or not. You were clutching on the flyer tightly. Your knees fell weak as you stumbled down, retreating all the way to the confinement of your apartment to hide from the world.

It took so much courage for you to do this. Especially when you ended up trying once again a week later. You're standing in the front of the building, staring at the swaying banner of the academy with a "SALSA DANCE ACADEMY" written on it.

You softly knocked on the door before opening it. "Hi! Come in! How may I help you?" You were greeted with s young lady, clad in a salsa dance costume. She looks bright and bubbly.

"I.. Uhm.. wanted to register for the class." You meekly answered as you slid down on the chair. "May I know your name?" The lady picked up the pen on the table and grabbed a file.

"Y/n...y/n s/n." You silently answered.

"What class would you like to be included in?" The lady's smile never faltered. Her bright aura makes you feel comfortable for a bit. "What do you offer?" You asked back.

"Well, we have group sessions and we also have one-on-one lessons," you nodded at her, signaling her to keep going. "In group sessions, there will be 15 pairs -- 30 individuals in a class, plus the 2 dance instructors," you felt pressured with just the thought of being included in the group. "In the one-on-one class, we will find you a pair if you still have none, or you can bring one, and then also a pair of instructors," she explained.

"I'll take the latter."

"Please sign here and we'll wait for another one to sign up." She smiled again at you. You were thinking of bringing your friend to the class.

"By any chance, can I bring a girl for the one-on-one class?" Her expression suddenly turned sad, "I'm afraid we are only taking a man and a woman as a pair for the one-on-one class. Usually, the pairs who sign up for the one-on-one class end up acquiring advanced skills than those who are in the group."

You thought of backing out once again but you shook your head to clear your mind. You're already here, you're already a step closer to the most awaited time of your life: to let go of your trauma.

"We'll call you once we receive another sign-up for a one-on-one class. Thank you for dropping by." The lady waved her hand as you stepped outside.

You shrunk to the corner of the door, people are looking at you but you're too occupied to even give a damn.

It's been a week. You didn't know how to explain how you felt. Half of you felt happy that you hadn't received a call yet, because that would only means you didn't have to do it anymore and there wouldn't be anymore skin contact for you to trigger your trauma. However, the other half of you felt disappointed. You would have been lying if you said that you didn't get your hopes up, thinking that this would be the way to be finally free from your trauma.

"Still haven't received a call?" Your friend placed the pizza she brought on your coffee table. Today was the day she would usually pay you a visit to your apartment. She started doing this from 2 years ago, when you and your ex-boyfriend finally broke up.

You hummed in response as you dug out the box of pizza. Nevertheless, you don't want to bring your thoughts about the dance academy again.

A couple of minutes passed when your phone rang, causing both your heads to look towards your phone

"Hello?"

"Hi! Can I talk to Ms. Y/n s/n?" The voice over the line spoke brightly.

"Y/n speaking." You just answered back, looking at your friend who's anticipating a piece of good news.

"We just want to inform you that someone already signed up for the one-on-one class as your pair. The class will start this Monday, are you fine with it?" Your friend sighed in relief as soon as she heard it.

"O-okay. Sure." You felt a rush of anxiety travel throughout your body, as your fingers trembled hanging up the call.

"Hey, it's okay." Your friend wrapped the thick blanket around your shoulders before hugging you. Afraid that she might trigger your trauma. "You'll be fine." She tries to calm you down by rubbing your back.

2 days passed by quickly. Enough to make you coil up in bed instead of getting up. Your phone vibrates from an incoming message.

Dearest Jia: Take care later, okay? I know you can do it. I won't be able to go because of work, so I hope you understand:< but I'll pick you up when you're done! <3

You: I don't feel like going.

Dearest Jia: Noooo! You've come this far. You should go, I know you can do this!

You: Fine, I'll text you when I'm done with the class.

You tossed your phone on the bed as you grunt into your pillow. You're just glad your dance class starts at 3 in the afternoon. You still had a lot of time to prepare your body and mind.

Quarter to 3, you're already in front of the building, a few people going in at the same time. Probably for the group session. You wanted to go home but the lady called you out.

"Y/n! Please come in. I'll accompany you to the assigned room. I'm Daeun, btw." She extended her hand to you but you froze. You're too afraid. But someone else caught Daeun's hand. "I'm Taehyun, the one who signed up for the pair." A tall guy appeared on your side, shaking her hand. "I-i'm y/n." You meekly introduced yourself without touching any of them. The lady looked confused at first but she shrugged it off.

"Okay, I'll leave you two here, Mr. and Mrs. Hwang are inside already."

Taehyun pushed the door open, you were both greeted with a polished wooden floor and mirror walls in the wide room. Two people were sitting in the corner. They must be your instructors.

"Please come in!" The lady waved at the both of you.

"Do you know each other?" The man asked which the both of you only answered by shaking your head.

"I think we should start our class with an introduction. Don't you think?" The lady nodded.

"I'm Mr. Hwang and this is Mrs. Hwang. She's my wife and we mainly teach one-on-one classes. You are?" They turn their gaze to Taehyun.

"My name is Kang Taehyun. I also dance but not in this genre. So I wanted to learn this." They then looked at you.

"I... I am y/n. I signed up for the class t-to overcome my t-rauma." Your words are slurred, and your reason made your instructors gasp. "I-I used to be in a r-relationship. And t-they're the reason why I can't e-even touch people or let other p- people t-touch me." You bit your lip as you look up at them.

"Honey, but I'm afraid this dance requires a lot of holding and touching, what should we do?" Mrs. Hwang clasped both of her hands on her mouth as she turned a bit emotional.

"By any chance, can you hold someone when there's a barrier between them? Like, there is no direct skin-to-skin contact?" Taehyun spoke up, you nodded lightly at him. "It's been two years so I think I can tolerate it to an extent."

"Then I think we're good Mrs. Hwang. I'm thinking of using a glove or something. If that's what makes her comfortable. I don't mind at all." Taehyun remarked.

Taehyun ended up wearing gloves for your dance class. And as much as possible, he's avoiding any of your exposed body parts. He's also lightly touching you that you feel as though it's just air grazing your body.

So far so good, the 3-hour class ended up okay. Jia picked you up 30 minutes later after you texted her that you were done.

Your dance class went well the next day. And the day after that. And the following days after that. Days became weeks, weeks became months. It's all going well, with Taehyun's careful assistance over you.

Today was the day you decided to step further to your goal.

"Taehyun, I think we can now stop using the gloves. We've been dancing for a month now and I hate it whenever I think about the gloves. It feels like I'm being disgusted by you or something." You stated to Taehyun once the two of you were on a quick break. Within one month, you grew closer to Taehyun. The quick breaks were your time to tell stories to each other.

"Are you sure? You're not making me feel like any of that, by the way. But are you sure you can do it now?" His eyes seek yours. You simply nodded as you removed your jacket leaving you with your t-shirt on.

"Are you two, okay? Shall we continue?" Your dance instructor asked, checking on you, as you and Taehyun stood up. Taehyun discarded the gloves he was using on top of his bag as he folded his long-sleeved t-shirt up to his elbow.

You started off well. Taehyun holding your hand as gently as he could as usual. Letting you turn around with some quick footwork. It was all good actually, until he needed to lean in, holding your waist and your thigh. One more turn, his arms and fingers graze through your arms. His delicate fingers holding your waist once again. A quick turnaround. A step faster. A more closer proximity.

"You fucker! Come back here! I know what you did!"

"S-stop! We're already over Han!" You squealed as you blocked the door with your body.

"You're fucking dead meat when this door opens!"

Your tears wouldn't stop flowing from your cheeks as you kept your body pressed on the banging door. Han has been your boyfriend for 9 months now. At first, he was so good to you, treating you like the princess you deserved to be. But it was too good to be true that you started to feel it was wrong. Just 2 months ago he started hurting you physically and abusing you sexually. He was too obsessed with you too that he sometimes he would start locking you up in your apartment. Even your requests got declined. At first, you let it pass as you thought it was normal. But you started earning bruises and wounds. You barely ate, barely drank, you even barely slept. You would often get fevers too. The slightest noise would make your soul jump out and the slightest movement would make you flinch.

Jia, your friend, was the one who advised you to report him. So you did, that was why he was here banging at your door.

Han's voice can no longer be heard, hence you decided to quickly hide in your closet, as you dug out your spare phone you had hidden to contact your friend.

You quickly called Jia, telling her to call the police or something but you were cut off when the door bursts open. Han was holding a gun and laughing hysterically.

"Fuck you, you bitch! You're really dead!" You quickly covered your mouth.

"Come out, kitten. Come out from wherever the fuck you're hiding!" His voice echoed through the room drowning your quiet sobs.

That's when he forcefully opened the closet you're hiding. "Ohhh, you look so scared kitten, why?" He cooed at you as his lips stretched to form a mocking grin. "Move to the bed!" You shook your head. "Fucking move to the bed!" He fired a warning shot at the mirror, crashing it. You yelped at the noise. With your trembling body, you quickly scrambled your way to the bed covering your bruised-up body.

"Strip." He commanded as he pointed the gun at you. With no choice left, and your life at stake, you did what he ordered.

He crashed his lips on yours harshly. When he noticed you didn't kiss him back, he slapped you. Blood flowed through your lips as you choked on your sobs. With the gun still pointed at your head, he started harassing you again. His hand left a bruised mark on your neck as he tightly squeezes it. You could almost see the white light as your weak body just let him do anything. There was no use thrashing around as if you had accepted your dying fate.

"Freeze!" Was the only thing you heard before everything around you went black.

You opened your eyes inside the hospital, pulled every apparatus attached to your body and started screaming. It made Jia scream out and call for a doctor. They couldn't calm you down so they needed to give you a shot for temporary sleep.

Everything came swirling back to you. Pushing Taehyun away, causing your body to crash on the wooden floor. "Shit!" Taehyun cursed under his breath as he hurriedly pushed back his sleeves and wore the gloves again, picking up your jacket at the same time, before coming back to you. Your instructors let out a shock gasp as they also rushed over to you.

"Please grab a blanket or any thick clothing!" Taehyun shouts as he tries to ease you by covering your shoulder with your jacket.

Mr. Hwang passed Taehyun his padded jacket he always brought with him. Taehyun carefully wrapped the thick jacket around your body. He holds your face as he tries to soothe you.

"Y/n, look at me, please look at me." Sweat started to form on his forehead as tears freely flowed down your cheeks. "Please, look at me, and breathe slowly. Breathe slowly. Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale." Taehyun guided your breathing as his glove-cladded hands rubbed your cheeks.

Mrs. Hwang was panicking but Mr. Hwang tried to calm her down before he went out to grab a glass of water.

Your heartbeat slowed down for at least a bit. Taehyun guiding you helped somehow as you slowly calmed down. Taehyun got the water from Mr. Hwang and held it in front of you as he let you sip on the water slowly.

"Are you feeling okay now?" Taehyun tucked your sweaty hair behind your ears. His eyes were full of worry. "Do you wanna go home and rest?" He's still carefully rubbing your shoulder. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have removed the gloves. That was too risky." Taehyun mumbled as he hesitated to hold your hand.

That same afternoon, he called your friend over. He introduced himself and explained the situation. He let your friend take you home as he bid you two goodbye. You're lucky it was Friday at that time so you don't have to worry about waking up the next morning to go to your dance class. For the next two days, you spent it caving in your room. It helped you calm down.

Monday. You opened the door. You laughed at the scene in front of your eyes.

"What's that?" You chuckled as you placed your bag on the corner. Taehyun looks at himself in the mirror. He's totally covered. He's wearing a thicker glove and a padded jacket. His usual dress pants are now sweats. He's even wearing a mask. He scratched the back of his head.

"Pft. That's too much. Don't worry I'm fine now. Thank you by the way." You smiled at him.

"Are you sure? Because that scared me. I don't know what to do." He removed his jacket along with the face mask and the thick gloves.

"Mhm, I'm sure." You assured him.

"Okay then. We'll try again. Slowly this time." His eyes are full of concern as he looks at you. You smiled at him as you accepted his hand.

For another month, Taehyun tried to connect with you. Stopping whenever needed. Wearing the things he needs to wear whenever he can sense your anxiety rising. For once, you realize how he gently holds you. How he's always careful with you, treating you like a fragile glass that would easily break if you weren't handled correctly. One month passed without much problem. If anything, you're actually growing accustomed to it.

For some reason, you learned to feel comfortable with Taehyun's touch. The graze of his skin, his fingers, and his touch never terrified you anymore, and his existence no longer made you panic.

Now, he's solely the reason why you're still attending your dance class. You're slowly putting your trust in him. You're slowly putting your walls down. He can now hold your hand without fear. He can now dance without thinking that you would startled. He slowly introduced you to the steps that requires your body to be closer. Teaching you how the steps are supposed to be done. You're no longer panicking. Even when your face is just only few inches from him, you were actually smiling at each other. You no longer feared his touch. If anything, he's only leaving you all tingly with his warm skin.

You could feel the warmth radiating off his body. Whenever you leaned on his chest, it made your heart flutter. His breath on your shoulder, your neck, any part of your body makes the knot in your stomach twist tighter.

You're slowly craving for his touch. For how he cares for you, for how he tends to you. Whenever you're home, he keeps popping into your head. How his sharky smile appears whenever he's happy. The small noises he made. His cat-like attitude. He's the perfect example of hot, sexy and cute.

Every last week of the month, you would have all the time to yourselves to gather all your skills acquired. Because every once a month, you had to show what you have learnt in class. This now left the two of you alone in the dance studio. Perfecting every step and move you needed to show on evaluation day.

Taehyun's lingering touches left you all tingly. His deep voice sent a shiver down your spine. His breath alone makes your mind go in a twist.

"One step back, two steps to the front... One turn and... Lean you down." He's matching his words on every beat of the step. You thought it only happens in a fantasy world. But it was like the world stopped when his eyes were fixed on yours. His steady breath makes you hold yours. His eyes traveled down to your lips as he gulped. He mumbles a soft "You're pretty," before pulling you back to stand on both your feet.

His hands are both on your face as he slowly backs you to the mirror. His breath is unsteady and warm. The moment he got you pressed on the mirror, he leaned his forehead on yours as he closed his eyes.

"You're really pretty. So pretty I'm afraid I can't control myself." He whispered. Your hands were on his chest, you felt how his heart was thumping so hard.

"S-should we head out early?" You whispered, your hot puffs of breath touching his lips got him reeling as he cursed under his breath.

He quickly pulls away, holds your hand and grabs both of your bags. Both heading outside to his car. "Tell your friend I'm taking you home instead." The air in the car throughout the drive was so thick. His hands were gripping on the wheels, tapping impatiently when the road slowed down.

"Calm down, Tae, I'm not going anywhere." You chuckled as you placed your hand above his when it was resting on the gear shift. He throws a quick glance at you. He bit his lip as a flush crept up on his cheeks.

The drive was short, but Taehyun's action made it look like it was not. He hurriedly got out of his car, running over to your side to open the door for you as he held your hand. His jittery steps were heavy as you both made your way to his humble home.

"Come in." He nervously spoke as he placed his shoe on the rack, switching the light on in the process.

"D-do you want a drink or something?" He was almost running towards the kitchen.

You flop on his couch, making yourself comfortable at some point. "Come here, instead," you chuckled, "You're so anxious for no reason, Taehyun." He sat down beside you, wiping his sweaty palms on his dress pants as he sighed. You scoot over, holding his face, lips just a few inches apart.

"Wait," he pushed you a bit, "a-are you sure about this?" You nodded and smiled at him. "G-give me a minute." He rummaged through his back pocket pulling a handkerchief. You looked at him confused.

He unfolded the handkerchief and gently placed the thin fabric on your lips before crashing his lips on yours. He holds your nape as he climbs up on the couch. He slowly laid you down. Lips unmoving, yet it feels so hot. His lips were just merely pressed on yours with the fabric separating both of your soft skin.

He pulled away, kissing your forehead. "I'm sorry." He whispered as if he was the one who did you wrong. You gently pull the handkerchief away as you tangle your fingers in his hair. Taehyun never failed to take care of you in the most gentle way possible. He's not thinking of his pleasure at this point. He's thinking about you. To the point that he even thought of putting a piece of cloth between your lips just to be able to kiss you.

You wanted to cry at how he's taking care of you. Your eyes welled up with tears as you pulled him back. "I'm good now Tae, thank you for taking care of me. There's no need for the hanky." You whispered before your tears rolled down your cheeks as you kissed him, bare.

He's a gentleman. He's too good to be true. But you let your walls fall down and let him enter. You let him protect you instead. But his hungry kiss spoke thousands of emotions. His kisses travel down to your neck.

"Taehyun..." You whimpered as you gripped his hair.

"A bit more... Just a bit more..." He started sucking and biting your neck and shoulder, leaving splotchy red marks. He pulls away for a while, enough time to tug your shirt off your body.

His fingers slowly traced every scar you have on your body. The marks on your chest from the bottle Han once threw at you. The cigarette burns on your stomach. He also pulled down your skirts only to see stitches from your thighs. You got this when Han pushed you down the stairs. His finger draws back to your lips. The scar from the cut when he slapped you is still visible.

You covered your face out of embarrassment. You no longer look pretty with your all bruised-up body. "We can't do this here." Taehyun got up and carried you all the way to his bedroom. He laid you carefully as ever in his bedroom.

The bed dips down at his weight as he kneels between your legs. His head dips down to kiss every scar you have on your delicate body as if he's kissing your trauma away. He took his precious time. Not wanting to scare or startle you at any point. His actions are being done with all tenderness.

"Do you still want me to continue?" He asks when he hovers above your body, his elbows on both sides of your head. "I want you Taehyun, please do..." You whined biting your lip. "How can I say no when you say it like that, sweetheart." He sighed leaning his forehead on yours again. Your arms crawled under his shirt, feeling his toned body hiding beneath the soft cotton shirt he was wearing. "C-can you take it off? I feel so exposed." You mumbled as you tugged his shirt. "Ah, shit, I'm sorry." He quickly backed up to discard his shirt on the floor.

You stared at him when he was all fours above you. His body is totally toned. You can clearly see the firm muscles on his arms. His buff chest and his perfectly defined abs. "Touch me. I won't stop you. Touch me so you won't feel embarrassed anymore. Touch me so you won't feel as if I'm taking advantage of you. Touch me so you won't feel scared." He grabbed one of your hands and placed it on his chest, slowly dragging it down to his abs.

When he lets go of your hands, you continue to drag them down to the waistband of his dress pants. "C-continue..." His eyes were shut close, his lips trapped between his teeth. You can clearly see his abs tightening as he clenches with the graze of your finger on his waist. He gulps when you hook your finger inside. You unhooked the clip that's binding his pants and pulled the zipper down. His breathing hitched at the lingering touches you're leaving on his lower body.

You gently stroked him as you looked for his eyes. His lips were swollen at how he was biting it. "You won't let it out?" You tried taunting him. "Fuck..." He lets go of his long-held breath, hissing through his teeth. "Y-you're making me crazy, sweetheart... You're totally making me crazy..." He huffed as he tucked your hair behind your ear.

"Condom?" You asked. He reached into the small drawer just beside your head, pulling out a packet of condoms. "D'you wanna p-put it in f'me?" His words were short, and he was catching his breath. You gently rubbed the head of his cock as you rip the packet with your teeth.

"S-sweetheart, you're... Shit... You're k-killing me." He shuddered when you pressed at his slit, his jaw clenched tightly, his hand grasping the sheets.

You slowly drag your fingers on his cock as you wrapped it with the condom. "T-take your time... I w-won't do anything to hurt you or...ahh... or m-make you s-scared of me." He's struggling to hold back but he's doing his best. As soon as you were done, you tangled your fingers on his again, pulling him for a kiss. A kiss full of care. Gentle. Delicate. Sweet.

He pulls away, caressing your face once more. He pulls your underwear in one swift motion as he lines himself up on you, slowly pushing in. He continuously soothes you by rubbing his thumb on your cheek. "Don't be scared, hm? I'm here. It's just me..." He keeps on mumbling, repeating the same phrase as you nod back at him.

Once he has bottomed out inside you, he stays still as he continues to plant soft kisses on your face. You were tearing up not because of the trauma anymore, but because of the love and care he's showing you.

He unhooked your bra as he gently groped your breast, his fingers flicked on your nipple as he suck on the other. "Mmm..." You whimpered underneath his big body squirming at how his tongue danced on your nipple. He didn't take long, afraid that he might hurt or trigger your trauma.

"C-can I move now? I might end up c-cumming now. You've been clenching f-for some time..." He muttered under his breath. You nodded and covered your face again.

He pulled both of your hands and intertwined your fingers with him above your head. "Please don't cover your face. You're beautiful. You're still pretty even with your scars. You're still gorgeous even with your fear and trauma. Please... Just let me take care of you. I know it'll be hard for you, but I promise. I promise to hold you dearly and cherish you." His eyes were looking for answers.

"Taehyun... Please... Please take care of me from now on. Please hold me when I feel scared... Make me feel loved..." Your silent weeps were drowned as he kissed your nose. "I'll be your peace, sweetheart." He wiped your tears as he slowly thrusts in you.

"I... I promise to hold you as gently as I can... But... I think I might end up g-going hard right n-now." He buried his face in the crook of your neck.

Your arms reached over his back as your nails dug and dragged over his bare back. "T-Taehyun..." You moaned out his name as you writhed in pleasure beneath him. The slow thrust becomes a little bit more sloppy. The skin slapping echoed through the solitude of his room.

"Fuck. Please forgive me if e-end up going t-too hard. But I promise to d-do my best to hold b-back." He grunted as his thrust went harder. You shook your head wanting him to go harder.

"I-i can't hurt you... I w-won't..." He steadies the way he thrusts inside you making the knot on your stomach tighten as you feel your high just around the corner.

You held him as if your life depended on him, "Taehyun... I'm close." "D-do it, sweetheart. I'm g-gonna cum any m-minute." He pressed his lips on you to drown your moans as you both came. He rubbed your waist as he soothed you before pulling out. Tying the condom and disposing it in the bin, zipping up his pants at the same time.

He bends down to kiss your forehead as he grabs a pack of wet wipes cleaning you up. He picked up his shirt and made you wear it. He finally laid beside you as he pulled you on his chest, running his fingers through your hair.

"Are you hurt anywhere?" He checks on you, to which you replied by shaking your head and a smile. "Sorry for going too hard, I did my best to hold back," he mumbled as he kissed the top of your head. "I'm okay Taehyun. Thank you so much." Your eyes finally close as his warmth embraces you. He hums while still hugging you close to him.

"Please rest now, sweetheart. When you wake up, you no longer have to suffer anymore. You're safe with me. You're finally safe with me."

@binniesbooks 2024

[icomeandg0]

can you do a story about all the links with their readers from their times like in ur most recent story reacting to their reader getting hurt or if they get married or smth both is ok aswell

My first request!

Thank you Anon for sending me this request, I'll gladly write the links reacting to their readers getting hurt!

First Trio:

Time, Warriors, Twilight

Content under cut:

Time:

It was a nice day.

However…

The girls were at the nearby springs to freshen up after a few days. Unlike the boys who could last a few weeks...maybe a few months at max without showering they needed to get out and wash themselves.

But they encountered a few monsters that they were confident in beating which turned in to a horde, monster after monster, they wouldn't stop coming!

"Where the hell did they all come from?" SSy/n uses her bow to get rid of a few that were surrounding the others, "This is insane!" FSY/n exclaimed "Yeah? It would be nice if SOMEONE could jump in and help!" BOTWY/n growled as she uses her weapon to eliminate a Bokoblin.

"You know I can't fight!" FSY/n huffed as she stood behind SSY/n at a good few feet away. "I think the WITCH can use her magic to eliminate the ratchet creatures!" "It doesn't work like that. I just used a big spell recently, I need to recharge" HWY/n uses her mace to hit another Bokoblin that exploded into purple smoke immediately. "How long do you need to recharge for?!”

“Ugh, it’s gonna take a few more hours.”

“It’s already been 2 days since! You’re just using this as an excuse so we have to suffer!” FSY/n protested

“Someone lead the monsters to her.” HWY/n huffed as she dodged more of the Bokoblins attacks. “How dare you say that—AH! ARROW INCOMING!” FSY/n yanks SSY/n in front of her as a shield as SSY/n was in mid shot.

SSY/n let go of the string to the bow accidentally aiming it at OOTY/n.

“ARGH!”

OOTY/n holds her side, immediately regretting it as she touches the arrow that’s stuck in her side. BOTWY/n looks at TPY/n with a knowing look which causes TPY/n to nod and run into the forest. “Someone cover her!” FSY/n yells out, still hiding behind SSY/n. LTTPY/n was quick to act and immediately went to get in front of the older Y/n but it wasn’t too long before the dragon arrived.

The monsters shriek at the sight of the scaly beast and are about to flee but D/N pulls her head back a bit before letting out a powerful flamethrower-like move. Majority if not all monsters were eliminated from sight, “Nice one!” LOZY/n gave a thumbs up to the dragon who huffed proudly, smoke coming out of her snout.

“Ugh, I swear I’m fine. I just need to pull it out” OOTY/n says, trying to assure everyone so they wouldn’t panic. “No, not here. If you pull it out, you may bleed out and we have no equipment on us…surprisingly” HWY/n looked over to LTTPY/n who looked away, “Well…If I would’ve known we would get hurt I would have brought my bag” 

“Okay, so what now?” WWY/n asked, “Doesn’t one of the boys know healing magic?” “Oh, Hyrule?” LOZY/n asked, earning a pat on the head from BOTWY/n with a knowing smile. “Yeah, whatever his name was. We’ll get you to him” HWY/n suggested. “Alright, just promise me one thing. Make sure Time doesn’t find out I was hurt” OOTY/n sighs “Why? Shouldn’t he know since you two are close friends?” LOZY/n asked cluelessly. “Oh hun, trust me. It’s best if he doesn’t find out” OOTY/n warned lightly, BOTWY/n was going to push it but HWY/n spoke. “Alright, let’s get her back to camp. Keep it on the down low” Everyone nods in agreement.

“You can change back” HWY/n points to D/N who huffed, walking back into the forest.

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Every boy was scattered, however no Time in sight so they rushed OOTY/n into the nearby tent, however it didn’t slip past Legend who had his eyes on them since the start. “Psst, Wild.” Legend caught the attention of the cook who was cutting up veggies. Legend tilts his head over to the tent, “Check it out” Wild really didn’t want to but seeing BOTWY/n repeatedly looking in the tent made him curious.

Wild settles the knife down before walking over to her, “What’s going on?” BOTWY/n turns to him, “Ah! Well…” BOTWY/n moves out the way for Wild to look, he peeks inside to see OOTY/n with an arrow pretty deep in her side. “Are you Hyrule?” OOTY/n tilts her head. Wild pops his head out of view and looks at BOTWY/n with a curious and worried gaze, “What happened?” “Uh, I’ll explain that later. Where’s Hyrule anyway?” “He’s helping with Time” BOTWY/n looks defeated, “Of course he is” 

BOTWY/n turns to the others in the tent, “Bad news, Healer is with Time” “So? Go get him!” FSY/n says her brows furrowed, “I can't, genius. If one of us goes then he’ll probably think we’ve all returned and try to find OOTY/n!” “So get him to go” FSY/n pointed to Wild who was taken aback because he was caught off guard. “Uh, Me?” “Yeah! So you better start running, go now!” FSY/n says “Can you go get him, please is what she meant to say” Wild sighs and nods.

Wild walks further, trying to spot Hyrule at least but he finds the pair. Time snaps his head towards the sound of the footsteps, his long ears twitching just slightly. “Hey…Old man, can I borrow Hyrule for a sec?” Hyrule perked up curiously, Time looked between the two before shrugging. “Go ahead” Wild nods, trying his hardest to remain calm. Hyrule got up and walked towards Wild about to ask what he needed but Wild rushed him away quickly. “Wild.” Time called out, making Wild tense and looking at him. “Have the girls returned yet? They’re taking a long while ""A-ah, I’m sure they’ll be on their way! You know how girls can be!” Wild smiles awkwardly and before Time could continue Wild rushes Hyrule back to camp.

“What’s going on?” Hyrule asked, “Just, go in there” Wild points to the tent. Hyrule opened the flap of the tent and his eyes widened at the amount of people inside the small place. “Oh hello, Are you Hyrule?” OOTY/n smiles softly despite the arrow still deep in her side. “Ah-yeah, That’s me” Hyrule nods timidly. “That’s great, mind pulling this out nicely for me?” She grins as she points to the arrow.

“Uh–sure! Let me see what I can do” Hyrule nods as he crouches down near.

However the problem wasn’t OOTY/n with the arrow…instead it was Time who was lurking around, sensing the atmosphere was off around the camp. He glances around…everything was in place, too in place.

“Rancher. Have you seen Wild?” “Wild? Haven’t seen him in a bit but if I had to guess he would be cooking up something or out doing trouble” Twilight suggested which earned a grunt from Time who walked past.

Stopping in front of the cutting board where Wild was just before he looks around…eyes landing on Legend.

“Vet? Have you seen Wild?” Time asked firmly which earned a small shrug, his points to the tent nearby.

“Girls are back, Wild rushed Hyrule in that nearby tent—“ With no time to waste, Time walked over to the tent with a stern expression.

Why were they all back? No one told him so? OOTY/n would always come to find him…

“ARGH!” A sharp cry came from the tent which sounded an awful lot like OOTY/n. He yanked the opening of the tent open to reveal Hyrule wrapping OOTY/n’s waist as the blood began to leak through already.

“What happened?!” Time came forth and kneeled in front of her, hands just hovering over her wound.

“Time, Questions can be asked later” HWY/n comments as she settles her hand on his shoulder, he takes a second before he groans. “Fine, I expect answers after” Time holds OOTY/n’s hand which made her sigh.

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Hyrule finishes with his healing and he sighs. “There, it should be good now.” Hyrule says, scratching the back of his head. “Thank you, you were a big help” OOTY/n reaches over and pats his head causing him to grow flustered.

“Better give those two some space” FSY/n stands up and it doesn't take long for her to leave. “No, no. You can stay—“ “Yes, leave.” Time cuts through.

Soon it was just the two of them and OOTY/n was internally whining…knowing how her Link is, especially when she gets hurt and he isn’t aware.

“I knew I should’ve come—“ “And watch us bathe? Now that’s a new low” OOTY/n tries to lighten up the mood but she receives a disappointed look, she scoffs, rolling her eyes. “Okay, okay…sorry” 

“You don’t take things seriously, that arrow was deep in your side. It could have been worse and I wouldn’t have been there to protect you.” He gently cups OOTY/n’s cheek with his calloused hand. She nuzzles into the rough skin slightly before sighing, “You worry too much, It’s like you don’t trust me to make my own decisions.” “It’s not that I don’t trust you, it’s just I don’t want to see you get hurt when I should be the one by your side, the one to protect you always.”

“Sometimes you aren’t there–” “And that’s when I worry the most” Time cuts her off making her huff, she grabs his face which startles him and brings him closer. “Oh will you just stop that?! I’ll have you know I’m strong by myself but I also have others by my side. One of them fought in the war with heels and that’s something” She points out earning a slight chuckle from him.

“See? You should keep smiling, keep having a stern face and you’ll get wrinkles” She grins which earned her a sour expression from Time, “Oh stop that face!” She pokes his cheeks trying to make him smile but he makes it look like he’s straining. He wraps his arm around just above your wound and pulls you down on top of him causing you to squeal from being yanked down onto his armor chestplate. 

“By the three–Take this off sometimes geez!” “No can do, I need it to protect myself…Maybe I’ll let you borrow it sometime, it’s clear you need it” he grazes his fingers across the wound making you flinch, you smack his chest plate and immediately regret it afterwards. “See? Protected.” “Oh you cheeky bastard.”

Twilight.

Well this wasn’t supposed to happen.

These monster’s were really starting to piss him off.

Coming out of nowhere and attacking? It’s crazy!

Of course he wasn’t seen on the battlefield but Wolfie was there, Mauling each monster in his way will definitely leave a bad taste in his mouth afterwards but he’ll deal with that later. He needed to make sure everyone was okay and no one got hurt.

Especially TPY/n.

He wasn’t about to let anyone get hurt but he had to make sure TPY/n wasn’t going to get seriously hurt.

“Ugh, can we catch a rest?!” FSY/n was on top of a rock, dodging at the rocks being thrown at her, “I think you’re having it easy up there!” BOTWY/n was wrestling with a bokoblin since she had misplaced her mace earlier.

“Maybe pick up a weapon and you won’t be struggling as much!” Wild teased as he went to slash at the monster…resulting in his sword breaking. “Crap.” He muttered, someone internally screaming in the background.

‘Kids…’ Twilight grumbled as he jumped from monster to monster.

He looked around just as everything cleared up, he couldn’t seem to find TPY/n. With his snout he sniffed the air to try and find her scent, he smelt that familiar scent with a hint of blood. He follows the scent, “Wolfie's got something!” Wind follows the wolf who was racing towards the forest, hopping over the bush and losing Wolfie Wind huffed. “I lost the wolf!”

‘Wolfie’ looked around before shifting back. Twilight sighed and looked around the place, The dense trees and everything wasn’t helping but he pushed forwards, determined to find TPY/n. He heard a twig snap and he whipped his head around to see TPY/n limping back toward camp, Twilight walks behind her and catches her by the waist.

“Hey, How’d you wonder all the way over here?” Twilight smiles at her despite her alarmed gaze, it softened after a bit as she sighed. “Had to get away quickly, but they followed me! They did a number on my arm.” She shows him a large cut caused by the claws of the Lizalfos, Twilight’s brows furrow as he looks at the cut, “That’s no good. Let’s get you back to the others” With no hesitation, Twilight swooped her off her feet and carried her bridal style.

“W-woah! Hey!”

“By the three goddesses, are you kidding?” FSY/n huffed as she looked at the cut on TPY/n’s arm. “Luckily, it’s not a very deep cut but it’s best to keep it clean to prevent it from getting infected or irritated.” HWY/n analysed the cut, Hyrule perked up. “I’ll get some stuff” Hyrule raced towards the nearby tent. “Huh? Oh alright then” HWY/n nods, awaiting for Hyrule to come back.

As everyone was distracted, Twilight sat beside TPY/n who was waiting patiently. “Does it hurt?” “Not really, It did sting earlier but it died down now so it’s fine” TPY/n informed “No need to worry, alright?” He nods but sighs, “I still can’t help it though. Just knowing that you were in any danger makes me worried. Just promise me you'll be careful next time or you'll always come find me." TPY/n only smiles. "Alright, I promise"

“Goddesses, They really have no shame with being like this when we’re around” FSY/n scowled at the sight of them, “You’re starting to sound jealous” Four shrugged “Am not!” 

“I wonder if she knows we can hear her,” Twilight grins. “Oh she doesn’t, Trust me”

Warriors.

HWY/n was separated from the others, during a cave exploration you’d think everyone would stick with one another–Nope. 

A rock slide which ended up with just HWY/n falling down and spraining her ankle, sucks to have no magic right now, nor have anyone around. It was eerie, quiet and unsettling. HWY/n grunts as she takes off her boot which reveals a bruise forming around the ankle. “Just great.” She sighs as she shuffles over and leans against the pile of rock as she alleviates her foot by putting in on top of a rock.

15 minutes went by and HWY/n was sure they had forgotten her—how rude! She was thinking of a way to get out, she can walk her sprained ankle off but she doesn’t want to. She can wait out for her magic to recharge and she can teleport herself out or..something useful to get her out!

She hears footsteps coming her way, ‘goddesses why now!’ She thought as she lifted up a nearby rock for protection but she just saw Warriors.

“Oh, it’s just you, Knight” HWY/n lowered the rock as he approached her, dropping his weapons to the ground gently and analysed the sprain.

“It’s only sprained, it’ll be fine—“

“We need Hyrule to heal this, you’ll be off your feet for the rest of the day…Let me carry you!-” 

“Now just hang on, Knight! You don’t get to decide what happens to me…Where are the others? Did you leave them behind?” HWY/n looked behind him while he grew silent. She huffed “You left them behind, didn’t you?” “Well, You fell and no one was doing anything and I had to make sure you were safe, okay?” “How’d you even get down here in the first place?” He looked around awkwardly and cleared his throat, still not looking at her. “I jumped down a hole…”

“You haven’t changed, reckless, Impulsive and Selfless.” She scolds him. “It doesn’t matter, You’re hurt.” “I’ll walk it off” “Absolutely not! Geez can you just let me do this?” Warriors inspected her ankle as if it were broken. “Mild sprain, Doesn’t need immediate attention” “I knew that..” He lowers her ankle and reaches into his pocket to grab out a roll of bandages. “Oh aren’t you full of surprises?” She teases, he ignores her comment and rolls out the bandage until it’s fully out. He began to wrap it around her ankle efficiently which made her a tad surprised. “Huh, So you know how to bandage now?” “Learned from a certain witch who would scold me for every wound” He chuckled lightly at the oddly fond memories of HWY/n wrapping his wounds after every battle.

“Still needs work, It’s a bit loose” “Oh hush, at least you’ve been tended to” He snapped back playfully, comfortable with the small banter. Warriors sit down next to her as they rest against the pile of rocks, “They shouldn’t be too far away” HWY/n looks over to him before resting her head against his shoulder. “Hopefully it takes a bit” Warriors cheeks flush and he stiffens a bit, he was glad that HWY/n couldn’t see his face or else it would be an endless tease from her. 

“Yeah, hopefully…”

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Okay, I swear there was no favouritism! I just had a good idea for Time's part but it ended up being a whole story compared to the others...

I'm on study leave and I have exams coming up, sorry for such a long break because I was on holiday but I'm going to be focusing on studying while writing because Writing is a way for me to rewind and relax.

Anyways! Everyone stays hydrated and safe!

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

hey I'd really love it if you could write smth about like jealous!peter quill or just him being overly possessive like maybe like you're just friends at the moment and you guys are at this club and like idfk the avengers team could be there 😭😭 and one of them starts flirting with you abd you flirt back and shit ans just how u think peter would react- anything basically with him being just jealous and shit omg thankyou in advance 😭😭

hii!! omg I love it and had fun writing it!! thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌 *I didn't mark it as mature, tumblr did :/ *

jealous

Peter Quill x f reader

wc || 0.7k

warnings || none, just quill being a lil jelly

masterlist + rules

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After the Battle of Earth two years ago, you and the other Guardians remained quite good friends with the Avengers you had met. Every so often, you and the team would be invited to parties at their temporary compound. As it was such a long journey from Knowhere, you all tended to decline the invitations, much preferring to remain in the comfort of home rather than travel halfway across the galaxy. But, as it was coming up the anniversary, you felt as though you were obliged to make an appearance considering what you had all been through. 

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Rocket lands the Bowie on the landing bay just outside, and you all stand from your seats, stretching your tired legs as you straighten over your clothes, preparing to exit the ship and join the rest of the party. You turn to Quill, sweetly smiling as you extend a hand, silently asking him to take it in his. He laces his hand into yours, firmly shaking as a boyish grin spreads across his lips. 

"No—" you sigh, pulling your hand from his. "You weren't supposed—ugh,"

"What was I supposed to do?" Peter questions, his tone full of sincerity as he watches you walk away with the girls.

"You were supposed to escort her off the ship, Pete," Rocket says flatly, walking past.

"I am Groot."

"I am not a moron." Quill protests. "Drax, you hearing this?"

"You are a moron Quill," he replies simply, following behind Rocket and Groot.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. What is this? Gang up on Quill day? Look, I didn't know she wanted me to help her. I thought she wanted to shake my hand, that's all."

"Then go find her, idiot." Rocket adds, nodding Quill along.

Peter makes his way inside the compound to search for you, immediately bumping into people he doesn't recognise. "God, this music is awful," he mumbles, adjusting his jacket as he makes his way to the bar upstairs. Quill hears a familiar Asgardian bellow of a laugh as he walks up the steps, following the sound, he sees the back of Thor with his arm draped over the shoulder of a woman- a girl, Quill's 'girl'.

He rushes over, abruptly interrupting the conversation. 

"Oh hey, Quill," you say slyly, leaning into Thor as you bat your lashes at the clearly jealous-looking guy standing before you. 

"Good to see you," Thor greets, extending a hand. "Missed ya, buddy,"

Peter swats his hand away. "Yeah, yeah, yeah. What uh—what you doing?" he asks inconspicuously, gazing around the busy room with his hands on his hips. 

"He was just telling me a funny story," you pause to laugh, tapping Thor on the chest. "You should tell him. He'd love it."

As Thor described the humourous events of the story, you watched Peter's face begin to contort, barely keeping his composure, his nostrils practically flaring as he stared at your lingering hand. Keeping your eyes glued to Quill's, you taunt him further, lightly circling your hand over Thor's muscular arm as you engage in the conversation. 

"Tree?" Thor pauses the story as he catches a glimpse of Groot above the swarm of people. "One minute," he says, slipping from you. "I'll be right back."

"What the hell was that?" Quill whispers, his tone full of irritation. 

"What was what?" you ask, crossing your legs as you pat the now-empty space beside you, silently urging him to sit.

"You're such a dick," he chuckles, sitting close beside you, his hip pressed to yours as he drapes his arm over your shoulder.

"Yeah, well... so are you," you snicker, resting your hand on his thigh, slowly leaning into him. "God, this music is awful," 

"Right?"

You and Peter sit together in comfortable silence as you gaze around the room of unfamiliar people, watching the conversations play out as you snuggle into one another's side. Both of you avoiding the daunting question. The question of your undeclared situation.

"We really should mingle," you say begrudgingly, tapping him on the leg.

"Ugh," he groans, slipping from your warmth and standing up. He extends a hand, patiently waiting for you to take it. Lacing your hand in his, you shake it with a smug grin across your lips.

"What? I thought you wanted me to shake it," you laugh heartily, wrapping your arm around his side as he leads you through the crowd of people.

"You really are a dick."

@annielr @ugh09876554444 @spacetalbot @bubblezuku

[idyllcy]

from one admirer to another : new year's eve?

pairing: leon kennedy x reader || masterpost: from one admirer to another

synopsis: from one admirer to another, an online penpal service, allows for two people with common interests to write to each other without ever revealing their actual address! Luckily for both you and Leon, you get matched up! What do eggs and Christmas even have in common anyway? sure hope it's that modeling business and NOT that Ada Wong addiction.

featuring: reader as scrambled eggs // leon as christmas

Oh, Christmas,

An Ada shrine? Send me a photo of it next time, will you? Or an artist's rendition. You barely doodle on the pages, so it feels a little bland or something. I have fun sending you quick doodles of me kissing Ada on the cheek, so you should do that too. Come on, I know you want to.

I'm sure you do a great job at pretending to be normal. I do too... granted no one decides to ask me about my hobbies. My hobbies include writing and fighting Ada-antis on twitter. Poor woman is already so hot and still has to deal with haters :( god forbid a woman exist.

As for that love advice you're asking for... you're crazy. You're literally crazy (;¬_¬). Like, come on. Just have your manager stalk them down. I'm sure it's not something uncommon in the industry. If anything, find a big event that they'll be walking. Even if they're a model that "doesn't do many shoots" surely you'll find them eventually. I'm kidding on the stalking part, by the way.

I read the added part on the back of the envelope that you had me as well, and honestly, if they like Ada, GO BOND. Unless you want nothing to happen, then keep on going with your day-to-day. Who knows, maybe if you throw that fishing line out you might actually catch that fish you want. But then again, why should you listen to me? I'm just a penpal.

The new glhf <3 chapter reaction was so real LMFAO I read it and sat there for a solid ten minutes just processing what the hell had just happened after reading it. It was not cute! Okra needs to AUGHHHHHH. ugh.

Updates in my life... not much, I don't think. I was helping my friends host the cupsleeve event and when Ada walked in I nearly passed out. I had to take a lap outside. That woman is so hot and the line to get an autograph was unrealistically long so I... just had my friends get my phone signed for me... oopsie. Call that nepotism or smth.

Thanks for the small trinket from the event! I'm sending you a handful of miscellaneous stickers that I dug up from my drawer. Sorry, I gotta go to a convention or something to get more Ada merch. My stash of things to send people can only last me so long.

Happy New Year!! scrambled eggs

You drop the letter off in the morning, stepping into the car with Ada as she rolls her eyes and tells you to behave while accompanying her at a shoot. You linger around, blinking at the clock as you spend most of the day on your phone.

"Come on. We have one last shoot."

"We?" You raise a brow. "I didn't book anything today."

"It's a personal one to post on New Years." She hums. "You know? Like we do each year?"

"Is that why you got extensions two days ago?" You raise a brow, following her as you wave bye to a handful of the people. "It was for this shoot?"

"I had to get them because of another shoot, and I just ended up keeping them on instead of taking them out." She raises a brow at you. "I'm glad you decided to dress up today."

"Is it just us?"

"Every year, sweetheart."

You grab her arm, grinning ear to ear as she rolls her eyes.

"You gotta post it on your main, though."

"Of course. I'll even tag your model account the company made you create with not even a tenth of the followers you have on your fic account." Ada hums. "Your photography needs to be shown."

You pretend to be hurt, stumbling after her in the street as the two of you get ready to meet up.

"I'm putting a short-haired wig on you anyway, though."

"Wow, you hate my long hair that much?"

"No, no." You huff. "I like your short hair better."

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[someonewhogotanaccount]

It's intro post time!

Hi! I'm KitCat!

~The end~

Okay okay maybe you need a little bit more.

As I already said, I'm KitCat, master procatsinator and moving catastrophe, nice to meet you. (Though, everybody calls me KitKat, Kit or Chocosy, which is perfectly fine as well as any other name you want to give me ;)

I'm a minor, so all the creeps please leave now. My motto in life is "live and let live", so if you're here to hurt somebody, please leave too. Thank you :).

The typical things (that I actually forgot when I first posted this): I'm a straight white European Christian girl (teenager) and therefore probably the person with the most boring background, according to Tumblr ;).

I have two "adopted daughters": 1. My Killercat and tuna-demanding master Pauline 2. ";)", the bracket face (she can adapt any form of bracket face if she wants to, but the winking one is her favourite)

Some random facts about me: - my favourite colour is something between purple and dark blue - I have no clue how to write the word color/colour - I'm a German and from Germany (obviously) - I have no clue about the 'typical German culture', since my family was in Poland, Ukraine, Kazakhstan and Russia for around three hundred years and only came back to Germany 30 years ago or so - I love brackets and bracket faces - I have no clue about aesthetics - I consider myself a writer - I have no clue how to continue my stories - I love cats (who would have guessed that) - I have no clue how to make an intro post - I have a stupid sense humour - I have no clue in general but I'm trying :)

You can consider me as: Your silly Tumblr neighborhood KitCat and founder of the hug-ducks ;).

Do I take Tumblr serious? No. I'm that one friend that will be hyperactive the one day and then just dissappear for the next three weeks without a word. But if you ever need me, my inbox is always open. Vent as much as you want to, I'll try to comfort you.

Random stuff: I often misunderstand stuff, so if I'm acting weird, there is a 1/3 chance that I misunderstood you, a 1/3 chance I wanted to make a silly joke and you misunderstood me, and a 1/3 chance that I'm just weird ;). I'm a "Very vibey" (@mushroomcarrotstick) person, btw. @hijabi-desi-bookworm told me once I was "literally one of the best and ~vibest~ people" she knows. Do with that whatever you want, but my name is KitCat Chaos Vibey Clueless Badass Silly for a reason. Oh and if ANYBODY tells you that I'm cute, they are liars. All lies. I'm a pure badass and never ever search after the leta vs. kitkat war. It's better to let the past behind us and move on.

Sooooo, what else can I write here? Hmmm.... AH! MY MOOTS! I FORGOT MY MOOTS!!!

How do I do this now... you know what? I'll just make a list of the moots and then put the link here.

What else? Fandoms, maybe? (current obsession right on the top) - Worm (Parahumans) - Renegades - Claim the Stars (still waiting for the second book) - pjo, hoo, toa - The Inheritance Games (currently reading the second book) - tpq - kotlc - Warrior Cats (don't make fun of me. These books are my childhood and I will read them until I die) - Shadow League (never read the fourth book as it wasn't translated)

Also I enjoy listening music by Imagine Dragons :).

Yeah well, that's it, I suppose. I have an ao3 account as well, but that's only Renegades fanfiction so far. If you want the link just ask or smth.

Since everybody does this, I'll drop an "aesthetic picture" that should give the same vibes as my blog:

(source for the chaotic arson cat ;)

[prettykittytanjiro]

Listen listen so remember that modern AU I said I would write about...

Well I didn't exactly write bit here are some jobs I think they would do... And some details.. (with some help from my dear friend who's not here..)

Lakshmi – crazy rich business woman

Vishnu – house husband (and no this one I don't change in a million year)

Shiva – Mob boss, but he just teaches dance

Parvati – haven't really thought but I think house wife

(her and Vishnu being the house spouse sibling duo ✨)

Saraswati – Teacher that everyone adores

Brahma – I'm confused but like maybe some kind of College professor or scientist...

Kartik – high school student about to graduate, he's in scouts and one day will join the army

Ashokasundari – just started highschool

Ganesh – in middle school he looks really sweet but if you annoy him he's capable bullying you real bad..

Kama and Rati – owner of a Matrimonial website and dating app

Vasant – successful flower shop owner

Till now only thought of this much... Please say how you feel.. lol :)

RAHHHH YES OMG THIS IS SO COOL!!!

(I'm so sorry for not answering sooner)

I actually have a modern au myself lying around somewhere I'll post it soon if you'd like!!

I think this is so cool omg

maybe vishnu would teach other kids like a tutor or smth cause I feel like he'd be a wonderful teacher- like he takes care of the kids (maybe if they're feeling down) and helps them do homework or figure something out

Parvati would def do something to do with the culinary field I feel- she has MAGIC in her hands bro

Brahma is the tired college professor/high school teacher that looks kinds of intimidating but when you approach him he's actually really nice, he's just sleep deprived

I think everything else is totally on point, I'd love to read whatever you whip up!! <3

[luvnami]

hi Ai!! I wanted to ask if you could yap about your streamer!sanemi fic >u< I'd love to hear what you have in mind for it, whatever you want to share!

HIIIIIIII ZEEEEEEEEEEE oh my god meow ok im gonna put it under the cut cause its a lot

i read a poem on tiktok by @/whispersintheabyss (its their yin and yang poem, day 20/21). its originally a mlm poem but the tldr is that the protag goes to a diner bc their mom set up a date for them, but a random person keeps the protag company while their date is late. eventually the protag and person fall in love (it's a lot more than this, but this is just a brief overview)

ive been talking with my friends about dating and life recently, especially since one of my friends is feeling really pressured by her parents to find a partner. ive had my own talks with my mom, and that whole topic abt love and marriage and dating feels very... heavy and stressful. ive also been struggling with direction in life (no college, no job), so i wanted to write smth that people could relate to! facing all these big decisions and feeling like youve fallen short of something you couldve been. im rambling a bit, but i promise ill get to the streamer part soon ><

i kind of want to emulate the whole 'arranged date' and 'run in with a stranger' thing with reader and sanemi, where streamer!sanemi feels bad watching reader wait for their date. i was also thinking of maybe reader being a casual viewer of sanemi's streams, so they recognise him and kind of laugh at the coincidences. i want them to find comfort in each other, e.g. late nights where reader can't sleep and they watch sanemi's streams to feel less lonely, or sanemi is feeling overwhelmed with the need to perform on stream so they feel relaxed being just himself around the reader

maybe i'll throw in a bit of streamer drama... i've been around these sorts of social circles so i have a fair idea of what happens (LOL)... it's probably gonna be slowburn (im sorry im such a sucker for exploring the developing dynamics of a relationship), i really want to emphasise reader's struggle to get their life back 'together' and the strains of having a viewer become more than just a face in the crowd for sanemi

this is just a huge thought so idk if i'll actually have the strength to do it... im already running out of steam for office romcom (though i swear its just the next arc that's hard to write) buttttttt i'll do my best!!!! i wanted to write a whole bunch of fics that would fit in my 'in every universe' series. i realised i never really explained, but i wanted to write about how sanemi never prioritises his own happiness in the canon timeline. its always his family, genya, masachika, never himself in the front seat. so, every fic under the series is supposed to be a separate timeline where sanemi finds his own happiness and soulmate :3 including office romcom, including this streamer fic, and a whole bunch of other one shots i have planned

[not-poignant]

I remember reading some asks that when you were in Guardians fandom, people were always correcting some stuff too, that they though is wrong or smth. And I feel like especially after so long writing your own universes, those very "smart" anons are really annoying. I just hope that they won't suck any wind from benith your wings and you don't spend much energy on answers to their asks and that you know always know - your writing is your own and we are fucking blessed for reading it <3

Maybe I just have forgotten so that I can mostly remember the good things (haha) but aside from people always having a bone to pick with me calling Pitch's daughter Seraphina, Rise of the Guardians was generally pretty chill!

I think back then there were a lot more 'why are you depicting Bunnymund this way?' or 'Why are you making this choice?' which as open-ended questions I really don't mind answering!! Even when it's obvious that the person who's asking the question doesn't agree with my depiction, then I can explain myself, vs. someone just anonymously coming in to go 'hi you are wrong' when... I'm not O.o

Different fandoms have different feels to them, kind of like visiting different countries! DnD / FR as a fandom seems to have a pocket of vocal people who want to prove they know more than me about DnD / FR to which I'll just say - you all know more than me, you win, here's your trophy, now let me write my fic the way I want thanks and learn how to read tags/author's notes :D That being said, the folks who don't care about that shit and just want to enjoy Astarion being railed / living his best-worst life have been the BEST and I really enjoy how thoughtful they are and how cool their comments are. There's some super engaged folks in this fandom who have really great takes on things, and I enjoy that side of it a lot.

Rise of the Guardians was incredibly creative. Like, to this day, I know one fanartist who went to work at Dreamworks, one who does official art for Hearthstone and works for Blizzard (her dream - and I still have her fanart of Gwyn in my house!), plenty more who went on to become professional artists, comic writers, writers, animators etc. I think the visual art and style of that show attracted so many people who love art, which was fun. We also had antis, but whatever, I feel like every fandom has those if you're active in the fandom.

Stardew Valley is mostly very mild, because it's intermittently very quiet and there's so many different pairings, and I've always written rarepairs. Generally people who enjoy that game are pretty low-key, and they're some of the nicest folks I've met in like anon asks and in comments! Love SDV peeps and it's been a pleasure to come back to the fandom.

Dragon Age: Inquisition was... lol. Lol. Well, look, I made some amazing friends through that fandom who I still know today. It attracted actually a surprising amount of older fandom folks who brought a lot of knowledge about how to write fic, so the fandom is drenched in really good fic, really good art. There was a ton of fucking drama, and some of the most acephobic rhetoric I've ever seen came out of this fandom, including asexual block-lists where people hunted each other down on Tumblr with things like 'have you blocked this person yet they're asexual' in anon. So like... DAI was a RIDE. The people I met in that fandom as friends I'll treasure. The actual fandom itself was a trash-fire depending on where you were. There were definitely a couple of BNFs in this fandom who made it their job to just hate other people, especially if they were ace and liked writing an ace Dorian Pavus. That was the first time I learned that blocking is good for the soul.

The Beast that Chose Its Own Bridle is a tiny fandom made of people who all love Felix and Mildmay very much :D

Detroit Become Human was a weird experience and it felt like a weird fandom. It was I think Korean or Japanese fanart that actually inspired Eversion, since that's where the first reverse!AU fanart (at least that I saw) began. But the comments could be weird, the anons were sometimes weird (not always, but sometimes! Especially in the beginning - and I just think first impressions really count lol), and I remember joining a Connor/Hank Discord where the most active folks were very quick to tell me how I should write my story, which was like - I like that they liked the story, but I've never had people try to show how much they like something by trying to change it into something they like more in quite that way before? I didn't really feel like staying in the fandom, tbh, it's extremely cliquey, especially all the folks that have like 400 names for the different versions of Connor, and it feels like it has a steep learning curve if you want to join the 'club.'

It was also the story where I had to do the most heavy lifting on BDSM education. Like, this fandom felt very BDSM naive *overall* - there's obviously exceptions, but I had to literally change how I was writing the story to explain more things than I normally would have done in a fic like that, because I was just getting so many 'why would Connor want to be humiliated during sex' anons and comments which was like okay, okay, let's actually do some 101 brochure stuff with this (the chapter where Connor calls Luuk and they talk about Connor liking being humiliated was not meant to be a whole chapter dslkfjas).

In fandoms like Thorki I could assume that the majority of readers would sort of get that even if it was a kink they didn't like - it was still just a kink that people can like and/or help others out with explanations. So it's possible D:BH skewed young and/or just not BDSM experienced! Which is fine! It's just I've noticed it here the most of all the fandoms I've been in. There were folks who knew kink really well who didn't need any explanations there at all, because I tend to over-explain a character's reasoning at the best of times, but yeah.

These are all like... deeply personal experiences influenced by the pairings I'm writing and how deeply I'm going into each fandom! I was tag-tracking in RotG / D:BH / DA:I, so I saw a lot more stuff, I think.

There's other fandoms I've been a part of but not really written for much or at all, like Thorki (love it there) and Sebaciel re: Black Butler (love it there too, but we lose a lot of writers because of antis), and also Murderbot (really weirdly cliquey in a 'oh... I see' kind of way, which might explain why a small pocket of people are writing most of the fics - because they're the only ones allowed in their Discord lol). Murderbot fandom is why I didn't end up writing Murderbot fanfiction sdalkfjdsa

Anyway, fandoms are weird, personal spaces that should be heavily curated! But I can't stop anons coming into my inbox with certain 'flavours' of question per fandom unless I turn off anon and honestly where would be the fun of that :D :D :D

[dead-air-radio]

Omg here's me just talking about my day so if you're here for gore and sexual stuff this is not it. This is more like a rant/vent lmao so if you're here for me this is for you lmao

Bro I need you guys to understand how much I love this friend of mine. Like not in a romantic or platonic way like neither. He's genuinely like god I don't know what I'd do without him he's literally family, him and their gf are literally closer to me than my actual family and they are in fact my family. Like okay family lore guys gather round but when I had first met my ex it was by one of my best friends if your an Og you know her as M. And pretty much she had 2 best friends that were her ride or die for like 7years and one was my ex and the other was the dude I'm talking about in the beginning I legit might as well just call him my dad cause we'll he is. He was there for me throughout me and my exes relationship and he'd talk with me a lot and we like bonded instantly into like mentor type ass bond. And when my ex started becoming more and more abusive I thought my dad( my friend) would side with him cause yknow people usually side with the person they know longer and they were best friends. And at first I'd talk about it and he never once made me feel like he thought I was lying or that he didn't care. Ofc in the beginning he chopped my ex being so harsh and stuff to 'oh that's always him he's my brother and he'd do nothing like that on purpose I'll give him a talk and just know it's okay to tell me these things etc etc." At the time he was in a bit of disbelief cause well the way my ex acted towards people was like slowly ramping up.

And then I full on had confessed to my dad how he would do certain things (which I didn't even consider rape or abuse at the time) and immediately he just blocked him he sent a message before he did to my ex being like " hey the way you treat Sawyer who you know I see as my son is not smth I want in my life and if you don't cut the shit I don't want to talk to you nor do I want you going around sawyer" (when I read these messages i cried so hard lol I love my dad sm) also my dad (still talking about my friend guys lol) he's a pyshcology major and he's becoming a therapist and when I was trying to detach myself from my ex it was really hard cause I thought I deserved it and it didn't count as rape etc etc.

Pretty much I didn't want to write this man out to be a rapist especially to his 2 best friends. When I had told them about what he did to me it was as a reason why I was gonna stop talking to all of them cause I didn't want to paint him to be a bad person and that i knew if i kept talking about it to them they wouldn't like him so I was basically just trying to pretend like I was never introduced to them so they could keep liking my ex as their brother. But both have stayed by my side even after me n my ex stopped talking. They hate him which makes me feel guilty but I'm glad they've been here with me. I would not be alive if it wasn't for M and my dad. (This is the ex that made me stop using all socials and cut myself off the face of the earth and decided maybe I should try tumblr cause no one I know uses it and I could vent there so you can thank him for you guys hearing this ig lolz)

Anyways lore aside present time so my ex lived a couple hrs away from me but in the same state and M lives like a couple mins from me but my dad lives in a whole other different state and I've only seen him once in person and it was the week my ex and me stopped talking and the week I almost committed suicide but like after my attempt the next day he was pretty much at my door and it was so amazing I love him so much. And then after that day he had to go drive back home :( and it's been almost a year since I first saw him.

Cut to today and he surprised me last week saying how I'd feel if we went out to eat. And I'm like bro I'd love that but your not here only for him to say he'd be coming to see me and we hung out today for the second time in person and guys I'm literally in love with this man like not romantically like idk hoe to express that this dude is literally my dad I love him like he's my own blood. And he got me sushi and refused to let me pay. He got mad at me anytime I looked at price tags lol.

He's just so great. We only had 5hrs to hangout and he surprised me with a new skateboard so we went skating together too and now the day is over and he's already on his way home :( I miss him so much anyways this post was just me talking about how much I love my dad lol and I'll post pics of my skate board too <3. This genuinely was one of my fav days I loved seeing him and I got a gift from his gf (literally my mom lol) and it's a little wolf stuffy. And they said it reminded them of me. Cause even irl people joke about me being a puppy/dog boy lol. Anyways guys I'm not fatherless lmao. I just miss them and it's gonna make me sad they had to leave lmao

[jadenightthewriter]

OKAY SO. Attempt 2 at writing this ask. it starts when marcia and her mother get into a massive argument right outside the wizard tower. Bc the tower is open for visitors For Free, Right Now and marcia really really really wants to go. And her mother really does not want to take her. And there is yelling and waving of arms and marcias mother starts shit talking all wizards and says that if marcia decides that's what she wants to do then she won't be her daughter anymore. And marcia says well maybe that's a good thing!!!!! And immediately regrets it bc she Does love her mother very much. And I don't typically hc marcias mother as like. Particularly physically abusive but just this once she is very very angry and (shitty parent voice) sometimes u just need to hit a child >:( it's just like. Once or twice but yeah so she goes a little insane and there's a decent sized crowd now and she's yelling abt how all wizards r terrible and don't you dare even think abt being one if I ever see u use magyk again ill kick you out. And various ppl at this point have tried and failed to calm her down. And tiny marcia is like. On the floor crying. Surrounded by strangers who keep trying to hug her when she doesn't want them to. And they r right in front of the wizard tower still. And that is when the ExtraOrdinary Wizard shows up to go hey what the fuck is going on here. And he has a couple of ordinary wizards toss marcias mother in the nearest lock-up (those r a thing right?? Like the random tiny jails?? Dn1 looks like one from the outside I think) and sits down on the ground with marcia to wait until she's calmed down a bit and he puts his cloak on her bc she's shaking. And she actually calms down very quickly bc a) this is still marcia and she is well known to ignore her own issues when there's other stuff going on and b) the ExtraOrdinary Wizard!!! Holy shit :D!!!!!!! And anyway alther sees that she is very very excited to see him and (well aware she is Probably not going to ever see her mother again) decides to at least give her 1 good thing to remember abt today and brings her to the eow rooms for tea and biscuits :) and that's not where this ends but this is so so long already ajdufnifnffn I'll carry on in another ask later maybe once you've answered this.

Also relevant but not necessarily smth I was going to mention. I hc that the castle has REALLY strict laws surrounding child abuse. Unfortunately marcia has no friends and her teachers don't like her and she just wasn't there for any of the lessons on here's the things u should tell a teacher abt if they happen to u. So she just kind of got very unlucky and no one notices that her mother fucking sucks. AND ALSO I think it's illegal in the castle to try through any means to get a child to stop using magyk altogether. Bc especially in kids, it can lead to major magykal outbursts which r dangerous for the person and for everyone+everything around them. So even if marcias mother had not hit her she would still have been arrested bc of this

hi first of all I’m so sorry that happened to the original ask T^T

second of all I love this au so much i’ve been thinking about it all day but I was in school and couldn’t respond :(

anyway the dynamic marcia and her mom have, the not-very-good but not obviously abusive dynamic, the interesting social dynamic of the castle, it’s so so cool (also reminds me a bit of my parents) i ALSO simply love alther meddling in his wonderful meddling way it’s very satisfying

Tbh I never thought abt the castle’s laws and stuff before you mentioned it but it makes SO much sense like their society is based on magic fundamentally so obviously they’d have to reflect that in the way their culture developed

[these-detestable-hands]

Hiii I'm normal here's my revenge tier list

Each story is ranked by how well I think revenge is portrayed and how good the writing is.

Other stuff I wanna add eventually:

Count of Monte Cristo anime

Count of Monte Cristo 2002 movie

Aserpa from golden kamuy

Explanation for each placement under the cut. Obviously there's major spoilers for everything on the tier list.

S tier

Edmond Dantes from the count of Monte Cristo: the 20 chapter pay off at the end of the book where Edmond gets his revenge and realizes he's miserable is immaculate. Nothing will top this ever

Thorfinn from vinland saga: Note: I have only watched the VS anime. He doesn't get his revenge and he's angry for a bit but gets over it and decides to help others in similar situations to him, it's perfect cause he's finally moved on, he's talked to his mom and sister again and he's helping others because he understands their pain.

A tier

Primrose from octopath 1: really I just love the final scene where she realizes she's not happier after getting revenge and is just as miserable because it doesn't glorify revenge. Also huge fan of her fourth chapter, it was really awesome and the writing is really good.

Gut from berserk: Note: I've only watched the 1997 anime and everything else is based on infodumps from my brother and a friend, his place on the tier list is likely to change once I read the manga. Guts does his revenge quest but it's never glorified. It's not as directly shown as CMC or Prim's story but the subtle metaphors are excellent, notably the one about his sword becoming duller since deciding to take revenge on Griffith.

Godot from ace attorney: I'm likely super biased because I just finish TT yesterday but I like his cause it's a little unique. It focuses on the feeling of emptiness without ever having done the revenge because he has the unique problem of both the person he wants to avenge and the person he wants to take revenge on being gone. He blames himself for Mia's death and uses that same logic to get pissed at Wright in attempts to find someone to let all his anger out on. And then the grand finale of just deciding to protect what's left of Mia by hatching this elaborate plan to protect Maya. I'll probably write a long post or smth about how great his story is in a few days once it's had some more time to sink in.

B tier

Erhardt from octopath 1: this one maybe isn't technically a revenge story but I'm including it because Olberic's story follows the aftermath of a perfectly executed revenge. It's been two months since I last played Olberic's third chapter so sorry if I misremembered something but I like that Erhardt has just kinda given up and is fine spending the rest of his life killing steroid lizards.

Osvald from octopath 2: As much as I love Elena, she ruined his story. The second she appears again, revenge is thrown out the window. You'd think this would be good because revenge is bad and this means Osvald has someone to live for, right? WRONG!!! In attempts to save Elena, he kills Harvey anyway. And what's worse, now with the whole thing of abandoning revenge to save Elena, SQ had to commit and make his story about love, so that's what they did, right? WRONG AGAIN!!! Osvald saves his daughter and even gains the magic power of love while saving her but he ABANDONS her. It makes perfect sense that he can't stay with her at home because there's 7 other Mcs and Osvald can't just be MIA if you wanna use OTM for their story battles and the other elephant in the room is journey for the dawn, but his excuse is so weak. "I have to track down Harvey's accomplices" OK let's list the problems with this!!

1. Osvald doesn't know for sure that Harvey has accomplices and, even if he did know for sure, judging by the fact that Osvald himself never encountered them, he could deduce they're simply not interested in him and helped Harvey for selfish reasons that have nothing to do with OTM.

2. "well Elena couldn't remember him so there's no point in staying" YOU BITCH listen to me. Osvald never even talked to her, he never popped in to say hi. We know from Castti's stories that the logic Solistia runs on is that amnesiacs will remember things if they see something from their past (idk if this is real too, that's why the wording is odd) and there's a travel banter about it, so why didn't Osvald try that? He didn't think to say hi? "but it might be overwhelming for her" NO LISTEN Elena saw the grieving golem, got stabbed by Harvey and has likely been medical malpracticed while in Harvey's care, how bad could meeting her bio dad be? Worst case scenario, she gets her memories back and remembers the fire but what's worse, not knowing your bio dad or having your bio dad play an active role in your life but you also remember your mother's death? CLEARLY THE SECOND OPTION. ELENA NEEDS A PILLAR TO LEAN ON AND CLARISSA JUST WON'T CUT IT, SHE NEEDS HER DAD.

3. "what if Elena didn't remember him upon seeing him?" so? We can't know if she would because Osvald never even tried it.

Tldr: Osvald is a stupid little pissbaby and coward and I think his entire story was ruined by the latter half of his final chapter.

The monster from Frankenstein: he had no one to lean on and was never given any chances because he looks like that, logically it makes sense he'd be pissed and want to kill the creator who gave him his miserable existence. I don't have to go into detail,

C tier

Polnareff and Ermes can be have the exact same explanation but with the names and pronouns changed, they suck got the exact same reason because Araki can write only write one (1) revenge story.

X's sister gets killed by Y stand user so they group up with Jojo to avenge their sister. The fight against Y is weirdly brushed over and the conclusion to their revenge stories are no biggie in the grand scheme of things because they're not the protagonist.

Not fond of either because they glorify revenge.

D tier

Todd from the Sweeney Todd musical (Tim Burton movie cause it's the one I've seen so idk if 2006 is different): this is hardly revenge at all, some dude just wanted to write a disturbing, gorey musical with the goal of making it as upsetting as possible. In his defense, it's 18+ so it's not like I wasn't warned but there's still no reason for it to be that dang gorey. Story ends with like 4 character deaths and the only people that get to be happy are Anthony and Johanna because they elope. There's no point to the story. Some songs are good though so it at least has that.

[just-some-random-blogger]

good morning, meow meow!! it must around 8:30 a.m. in your timezone and i've just finished all the tasks i needed to do *star eyes* 'i forgot to answer your ask this morning' good. i already thought i said smth wrong, shouldn't had linked those songs or idk TT glad to hear from you anytime, though! 'if you dont want to' no but i literally don't know if i even have an opportunity to do so... actually, the whole death thing is... you know, burning? it's really important to talk about it. it's hard to describe but the death is just not the thing that stops me. omg i haven't watched comebacks for.. a lifetime... srry. but it's really been a long time. 'WHO IS YOUR BIAS MINE IS JOHN' giirl give you 3 seconds to guess yourself... yeah mine too. also doyoung seems too much like me so i just LoOk and relate. 'thats so random' I FORGOT THE WORD COACH!!! hghfjjd. awful. like irl i always say every word i know while trying to cheer up smn so my friends joke about me being one of those buisness-motivation coaches. 'interesting to know you like music like that' ig it's more about hyperfixation and nostalgia. it's published in 2012 and it feels. but it's the best part for me. actually, i like 'my sea' better. but i did fell in love with noize and all his songs yeah... 'i didnt really like the song' it's ok. i was just excited to unit my two fav thins at this moment: your fics an this artist. 'i like the chorus part' AHAAH it's funny that i'm opposite TT 'i never actually imagined the first scene to be a childbirth scene' LOLL ok maybe it's me and my bad memory but it mentioned a child and a wound on her stomach so i though... 'fuck your trauma, she could die and you wont be there?' SAME!! i was a little taken aback when i've read he wasn't present during rhaenyra's labour and didn't support her after due to his trauma and was like?? you claim to love her, fuck she beared your child and you couldn't like don't pay attention to the thing that happened how much time ago? 6 years? literally dont remember even if she died, you wouldn't be there to say her goodbyes like with laena?? i'm angry now(( 'i love how were planning the ending already but i havent even made p3' lol well you asked for this and triggered my imagination, so just enjoy. i'm glad you at least like it. *proud of myself* you may or may not include it, it's just a thought, maybe i'll even have the other ones after another part(s?) i trust you to do your big brained thing. 'i started writing it' YAY good luck catmom, meow meow!! sending you all my best love and big brained thoughts through a lot of kisses!! 'wow i love it when language does that' i'm glad you love it TT i was really nervous about sending russian songs. 'i will say im not feeling making smth fluffy' ig i'm falling ill so my fluffy side craves more sacrifice so... what's going on with the lifetime... 'honestly im a sucker for plots like this' GIIRL were again the same!! i always think what if daemon had a wise present wife instead of rhae (sorry babe you were perfect) who would've made him attend all the council meetings so viserys would've thought about naming daemon his heir... thinking... thinking so much... she'd be besties with corlys and rhaenys and they'd spill some tea every now and then.... ok now i'm crying bc it sounds good for me. (winking but not really. you decide. but one day maybe...) What about dimash!! this song is in russian. a lot of artists from post-soviet countries sing in russian. it's easier to promote like this ig. dimash is not really popular in russia as i know? he's been famous for being popular in asian countries as i remember from my most active time in kpop. but he is indeed talented. his voice is amazing. i'm happy to hear he inspires you so much. he's soso good i think he should be more popular and appreciated. hope you've done good with your midterms last semester! love you!! have a nice day/evening!!! take care!! <3

GOOD MORNING LOVIE

me going through your love letter HAHHAAAH

it must around 8:30 a.m. in your timezone and i've just finished all the tasks i needed to do *star eyes*

well im readinf this at 10:13 am, i googled russian time and the general consensus is that is morning, good morning <3 HAHAH

'i forgot to answer your ask this morning' good. i already thought i said smth wrong, shouldn't had linked those songs or idk TT glad to hear from you anytime, though!

T_T plssssss T_T i will always reply to you i promise T_T i literally just forgot i hadnt done it yet you can tell me anything, link any song, i will read and listen to it all. i will reply as soon as I can always <3

'if you dont want to' no but i literally don't know if i even have an opportunity to do so... actually, the whole death thing is... you know, burning? it's really important to talk about it. it's hard to describe but the death is just not the thing that stops me.

that's fine if you cant watch it. i agree the whole death thing should be talked about, as well as other things that are quite hard to process as a human being.

omg i haven't watched comebacks for.. a lifetime... srry. but it's really been a long time.

that's fineee T_T its all fine T_T

'WHO IS YOUR BIAS MINE IS JOHN' giirl give you 3 seconds to guess yourself... yeah mine too. also doyoung seems too much like me so i just LoOk and relate.

OMG JOHNNY GIRL!!!!!!! I LOVE THAT FOR US :AS:ASH:FAHS:FSAAFAFJFAJF:JASFJASF SLAYY SOULMATES <3 AND DOYOUNG LIKING YOU TOO MUCH AHHAHAHHAH RELATABLE

'thats so random' I FORGOT THE WORD COACH!!! hghfjjd. awful. like irl i always say every word i know while trying to cheer up smn so my friends joke about me being one of those buisness-motivation coaches.

like a motivational speaker? AHAHAH it's ok i get what you mean but LOL ??? THE EARN YOUR FIRST BILLION WAS SO RANDOM HAHAHH

'interesting to know you like music like that' ig it's more about hyperfixation and nostalgia. it's published in 2012 and it feels. but it's the best part for me.

i completely understand what you mean. i have a lot of song i hated as a kid that i love now only because its a song i knew when i was younger. not that im saying you hated this song or whatever

actually, i like 'my sea' better. but i did fell in love with noize and all his songs yeah... 'i didnt really like the song' it's ok. i was just excited to unit my two fav thins at this moment: your fics an this artist. 'i like the chorus part' AHAAH it's funny that i'm opposite TT

yeah i like the 2nd song better too. interesting to know you like noize haha. i cant believe my fics are one of your two fav things T_T and HAHAHHAH it so funny we're opposite about the chorus HAHAH

'i never actually imagined the first scene to be a childbirth scene' LOLL ok maybe it's me and my bad memory but it mentioned a child and a wound on her stomach so i though...

NAH YOURE SO RIGHT THOUGH. i didnt give too much details on the first part because what was important to me was to show she was DEAD HAHAH and i thought she was like, idk, stabbed in the gut by someone mid wartime thus why Daemon managed to find a sorcerer cos he and yn were situated someone like idk the woods yeah. also in my head she was not that pregnant like full on big belly pregnant ya know. but its 100000% fine that you thought it was kind of a pregnancy death scene T_T albeit the fact again idk if i would ever write smth like that.

'fuck your trauma, she could die and you wont be there?' SAME!! i was a little taken aback when i've read he wasn't present during rhaenyra's labour and didn't support her after due to his trauma and was like?? you claim to love her, fuck she beared your child and you couldn't like don't pay attention to the thing that happened how much time ago? 6 years? literally dont remember even if she died, you wouldn't be there to say her goodbyes like with laena?? i'm angry now

ReAL 🤬🤬🤬🤬 men (derogatory)

i understand that you got trauma boy, but being pregnant/giving birth IS SUPER FUCKING TRAUMATIZING AND DEADLY HELLO??????????????????????????? men (derogatory)

(( 'i love how were planning the ending already but i havent even made p3' lol well you asked for this and triggered my imagination, so just enjoy. i'm glad you at least like it. *proud of myself* you may or may not include it, it's just a thought, maybe i'll even have the other ones after another part(s?) i trust you to do your big brained thing.

[chanting] trust in the big brain. i love all your ideas. im happy i trigger your imagination. [pats head] i'll do my best to make everything coherent and add as many ideas as you told me into the story

'i started writing it' YAY good luck catmom, meow meow!! sending you all my best love and big brained thoughts through a lot of kisses!!

'wow i love it when language does that' i'm glad you love it TT i was really nervous about sending russian songs.

you can send me alien songs id still listen to it

'i will say im not feeling making smth fluffy' ig i'm falling ill so my fluffy side craves more sacrifice so... what's going on with the lifetime...

[chanting] SACRIFICE SACRIFICE i will say tho i have some fluffy fics lines up so HAHAH but idk if p3 of waiting for a lifetime will be fluffy

'honestly im a sucker for plots like this' GIIRL were again the same!! i always think what if daemon had a wise present wife instead of rhae (sorry babe you were perfect) who would've made him attend all the council meetings so viserys would've thought about naming daemon his heir... thinking... thinking so much... she'd be besties with corlys and rhaenys and they'd spill some tea every now and then.... ok now i'm crying bc it sounds good for me. (winking but not really. you decide. but one day maybe...)

the 'sorry babe you were perfect' AHHAHH 💀💀💀💀i love the chaos. DAMN sometimes i wish i could just watch these ideas instead of writing them T_T or someone else could write it so i could fucking read T_T asflashfasfafhafash [dramatic wailing noises]

What about dimash!! this song is in russian. a lot of artists from post-soviet countries sing in russian. it's easier to promote like this ig. dimash is not really popular in russia as i know? he's been famous for being popular in asian countries as i remember from my most active time in kpop. but he is indeed talented. his voice is amazing. i'm happy to hear he inspires you so much. he's soso good i think he should be more popular and appreciated.

he is he is such an amazing artist. im glad it was in russian i totally knew that AHHAHAH lololol jk. interesting fact to know about post-soviet countries. he is more popular in asian countries i think. i hope he finds more success too <3

hope you've done good with your midterms last semester!

yeah my midterms was fine. my partner made her part too high and un-singable for herself though 💀💀💀and i couldn't save her with autotune. idk why she did that i made the key not so high and she still messed it up a/lshflas T_T RIP

love you!! have a nice day/evening!!! take care!! <3

i love you <3 i hope you have a nice day as well. i fell like i have to say i finished writing at 10:45am so idk you know what time im sending this from <3

take care my lovie. i have assignments to do now

xxx

[taegularities]

I THINK THAT WAS THE BEST CHAPTER I loved the fluff and how sweet and sappy they're i was melting whenever jungkook called her nicknames like that man is so in love with oc also jungkook friendship with jimin 🥺 I'm so glad they get along everything about the chapter was so good we need another chapter where they're with their friends maybe them camping or smth cuz they're so wholesome and chill around their friends and having a good time love that they're all supportive of each other. please never deprive us from cmi couple for this long again 😭

HAPPY YOU FEEL THAT WAYYYY, i guess working on this for a year was worth it <3 he is so deeply in love with her 😭 yeah, i loved writing the different dynamics – apart from jk/jimin, all the other interactions, too 🤧 maybe i can write a sub-chapter like that again one day… their friends will def be more present from now on, though 🥺 and then, the next chapter focuses on jk's family and cousins etc and the fun they'll have <3

and i'll try not to 🥺 if y'all are excited enough, i can work on dropping cmi13 in september 🤍

[littlegodzilla]

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.

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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.

*****

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.

See you all in the next stories!!

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Hii I absolutely love ur Einstein stories !! I'm not sure if your request are open or close at the moment but if it is, then please let me know !

Can I request a jealous einstein? Maybe reader is being flirted at or being too friendly to tesla or smth

That's all :]]

i actually used capitalization in a fic tell me if u like it over the lowercase plsplspsl

i also want to preface this by, i don't really like writing jealousy fics. so this one might be a little awkward to read

[req are closed.]

lieserl albert einstein x gn!reader warnings: jealousy, lieserl gets a lil protective, grammar + spelling mistakes, lowercase writing, tell me if i forgot any. description:

If you asked the Lieserl Albert Einstein if she was a jealous person, she'd disagree in a heartbeat. Jealous? Over what? There was nothing in her life to be jealous about. Just maybe she'd get a little jealous if say… a stray cat walked over to someone else instead of her if she was offering food to one. But there were barely any chances and it's not like it'd affect her day or anything.

But if you asked her in this moment if this was what jealousy felt like, she'd say yes even faster.

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If you asked the Lieserl Albert Einstein if she was a jealous person, she'd disagree in a heartbeat. Jealous? Over what? There was nothing in her life to be jealous about. Just maybe she'd get a little jealous if say… a stray cat walked over to someone else instead of her if she was offering food to one. But there were barely any chances and it's not like it'd affect her day or anything.

But if you asked her in this moment if this was what jealousy felt like, she'd say yes even faster.

Now of course Einstein was happy you got along with her colleagues. I mean, her colleagues were also your colleagues so you kinda had to get along with them to get through the day.There were many "group projects" that were within Anti-Entropy. No need to be outright friends but at least tolerating each other would be the bare minimum.

Yet there was a bubbling feeling in Einstein's chest that made her feel… strange. If this was the burning feeling of jealousy then why did it have to feel like this?

And why was she feeling it. You were just talking with Tesla! It's like Einstein was bothered by you ever talking to Tesla, or anyone for that matter. Maybe she was on edge, maybe it was a bad day (not really), or maybe she'd never know the reason.

The blue-haired scientist stood up from her seat and walked to where you and Tesla were talking. She stood next to you, not actually listening to the conversation at hand. All she knew is that it's been going on for a long time.

You smiled at her when she took your hand in hers. Einstein wasn't favorable to PDA much and this one, if not the only, time where it was an exception.

"Eh? Mophead you look different today. Angrier? Or did you do something with your hair?" The other scientist put tapped a finger against her chin absentmindedly before her mind came to the conclusion.

"Ah- I see! Well then, since we sorted everything out now, I'll take my leave," Tesla winked before walking to the door, picking up a stack of papers on the table by it.

"Thank the gods… I didn't want to restart on that entire project."

"Which project?"

"Oh just a small one that took too long to finish. Turns out one of my group members lost his part of it," you sighed with a defeated look, "I have better things to do then restart something so minimal but Tesla insisted she help pick up the small bit of slack."

Oh that-

"I see," Einstein nodded.

"Ya know Lieserl… Tesla's right. You are acting a little weird."

Heat crawled up Einstein's neck as she averted her eyes. It was very rare to see Einstein ever look bashful and you thought it was cute.

You giggled and squeezed her hand, "it was just a small conversation, did you get jealous."

"Perhaps I did," Einstein sighed, "I apologize. It feels unbecoming of me to feel such strange emotions over a small interaction."

"It's alright Lieserl. People get jealous sometimes, not like it's somethin' special. Besides, I'll love you forever."

You kissed Einstein's forehead and she swore her face was even more red at this point.

"Ahem- yes. I… love you too," her voice got a little quieter at the last part. Afraid that the people across the entire hall could hear her saying I love you.

"Well, we should get back to work, hm?"

Einstein nodded. You walked to each other's separate desks and sat down to work.

Only to find that Einstein had recieved an email a few seconds ago.

From… you?

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You do look cute when you're jealous though, Lieserl

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