[fanfiction] Prettiest Girl in the Whole Wide World
365 Gay Sharks
Day 8, Word Count: 780
Theme: January; Month of New Discoveries
This post is part of the 365 Gay Sharks project. If you would like to learn more about this project, click here to read more about it. :D
Fandom/Pairings: Scott Pilgrim (movieverse); Ramona/girl!Scott
Rating: R.
Pre-Notes: . . . Don't even ask. It seemed like a good idea at the time.
Disclaimer: No. God no, I am not that awesome.
Summary: There's a high-pitched shriek from the bathroom, and Ramona groans. It is way too early in the morning to be dealing with Scott.
Prettiest Girl in the Whole Wide World
There's a high-pitched shriek from the bathroom, and Ramona groans, pulling the pillow over her head and ignoring it. It is way too early in the morning to be dealing with Scott, and she doesn't want to wake up yet. Or at all, really, but she'll have to eventually, which turns out to be much soon than Ramona would like, though, because Scott comes back to bed and shakes Ramona gently.
"Ramona," Scott says, distressed, and it sounds different somehow.
That gets Ramona to move the pillow away from her head and peer at Scott. She blinks a couple of times to bring him into focus, and then blinks a couple more times because that seriously cannot be right. Scott is most definitely a guy and doesn't have (rather nice) breasts that strain against the fabric of his shirt.
He's still all angles and his haircut isn't any better, but he most definitely has breasts and the slight swell of hips and ass and oh god. Why does this sort of thing happen to Ramona? She pulls herself into a sitting position and just stares at him for a moment. He's got his arms crossed, as if that hides the fact that he now has breasts, and it's so Scott that Ramona wants to laugh. It'll probably just upset Scott, though, so she doesn't. Instead she runs a hand through her hair and sighs.
"You make a really ugly girl."
It's probably not the best thing to say to Scott because he makes the sad face and Ramona sighs again, because that's not really what she meant. She holds out her arms and Scott steps forward, letting Ramona hug him close. The hug feels different than it normally does, curves pressed against curves, but it's alarmingly familiar at the same time.
"Hey," Ramona says quietly, "it's okay. I'm sure this will work itself out."
"I'm a girl," Scott whines.
Ramona has to laugh at that, because Scott isn't any less whiny as a girl. She should have expected that really, but it's still nice to know. Pulling away a little, Ramona tilts her head to kiss Scott. It's just like always, Scott's lips are chapped and the whole affair seems a little awkward for a moment, but Ramona can feel the press of Scott's new breasts against hers and can feel the gentle curve of Scott's hips in her hands when she moves them down. Scott makes a needy noise that's so familiar but also startlingly different, higher-pitched.
It's enough to make Ramona lean back onto the bed, pulling Scott with her. If Scott is a girl, the least she can do is make him stop thinking about it. Sure, it's been a while since Roxy, but Ramona's pretty sure she remembers what to do. Her hands snake upward, rucking up Scott's shirt, until her fingers dance along his breasts.
Scott keens at that, and Ramona smiles into the kiss before pushing Scott's shirt away. Scott wriggles out it and his pajama pants, suddenly all angles and elbows that Ramona only dodges because Scott is always like this. Ramona sheds her clothes too, before pulling Scott down for more kisses. Scott's hands skitter over her skin, like he's not sure where to put them, then settle on her breasts. She makes a pleased noise, gently turning them over so she's hovering over Scott.
"Hey," Ramona says, "what do you want?"
Scott gives her a blank look, "Um."
"Nevermind, just trust me."
She presses one last kiss to Scott's lips, cutting off any response he wants to give, before kissing her way down his body. Scott wriggles around and Ramona shushes him, kissing just under his bellybutton. Nudging his legs open, Ramona gently pushes him into place. Scott goes easily, letting Ramona push him into place, but squirms at the first touch of Ramona's tongue. She tightens her grip on his thighs and Scott stills, still making approving noises and wiggling a little as Ramona dips her tongue into him.
It should probably be more weird, how Scott is so clearly a boy about all this and how he's still so clearly Scott that it's alarming, dipping her fingers into him and flicking her tongue across his clit. He's clenching around her and there's a sort of zen about the whole thing that Ramona likes. It's easier than sex with Scott normally is, and when Scott comes around her fingers? She feels smug, pulling away and licking her fingers clean before crawling back up to kiss Scott. He pulls away after a moment and makes a face.
"It tastes funny."
Ramona laughs and kisses him again. He can deal with it.
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Postit-Notes: Don't ask. Just . . . Don't ask. It exists, that's all you need to know.
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Day 8, Word Count: 780
Theme: January; Month of New Discoveries
This post is part of the 365 Gay Sharks project. If you would like to learn more about this project, click here to read more about it. :D
Fandom/Pairings: Scott Pilgrim (movieverse); Ramona/girl!Scott
Rating: R.
Pre-Notes: . . . Don't even ask. It seemed like a good idea at the time.
Disclaimer: No. God no, I am not that awesome.
Summary: There's a high-pitched shriek from the bathroom, and Ramona groans. It is way too early in the morning to be dealing with Scott.
Prettiest Girl in the Whole Wide World
There's a high-pitched shriek from the bathroom, and Ramona groans, pulling the pillow over her head and ignoring it. It is way too early in the morning to be dealing with Scott, and she doesn't want to wake up yet. Or at all, really, but she'll have to eventually, which turns out to be much soon than Ramona would like, though, because Scott comes back to bed and shakes Ramona gently.
"Ramona," Scott says, distressed, and it sounds different somehow.
That gets Ramona to move the pillow away from her head and peer at Scott. She blinks a couple of times to bring him into focus, and then blinks a couple more times because that seriously cannot be right. Scott is most definitely a guy and doesn't have (rather nice) breasts that strain against the fabric of his shirt.
He's still all angles and his haircut isn't any better, but he most definitely has breasts and the slight swell of hips and ass and oh god. Why does this sort of thing happen to Ramona? She pulls herself into a sitting position and just stares at him for a moment. He's got his arms crossed, as if that hides the fact that he now has breasts, and it's so Scott that Ramona wants to laugh. It'll probably just upset Scott, though, so she doesn't. Instead she runs a hand through her hair and sighs.
"You make a really ugly girl."
It's probably not the best thing to say to Scott because he makes the sad face and Ramona sighs again, because that's not really what she meant. She holds out her arms and Scott steps forward, letting Ramona hug him close. The hug feels different than it normally does, curves pressed against curves, but it's alarmingly familiar at the same time.
"Hey," Ramona says quietly, "it's okay. I'm sure this will work itself out."
"I'm a girl," Scott whines.
Ramona has to laugh at that, because Scott isn't any less whiny as a girl. She should have expected that really, but it's still nice to know. Pulling away a little, Ramona tilts her head to kiss Scott. It's just like always, Scott's lips are chapped and the whole affair seems a little awkward for a moment, but Ramona can feel the press of Scott's new breasts against hers and can feel the gentle curve of Scott's hips in her hands when she moves them down. Scott makes a needy noise that's so familiar but also startlingly different, higher-pitched.
It's enough to make Ramona lean back onto the bed, pulling Scott with her. If Scott is a girl, the least she can do is make him stop thinking about it. Sure, it's been a while since Roxy, but Ramona's pretty sure she remembers what to do. Her hands snake upward, rucking up Scott's shirt, until her fingers dance along his breasts.
Scott keens at that, and Ramona smiles into the kiss before pushing Scott's shirt away. Scott wriggles out it and his pajama pants, suddenly all angles and elbows that Ramona only dodges because Scott is always like this. Ramona sheds her clothes too, before pulling Scott down for more kisses. Scott's hands skitter over her skin, like he's not sure where to put them, then settle on her breasts. She makes a pleased noise, gently turning them over so she's hovering over Scott.
"Hey," Ramona says, "what do you want?"
Scott gives her a blank look, "Um."
"Nevermind, just trust me."
She presses one last kiss to Scott's lips, cutting off any response he wants to give, before kissing her way down his body. Scott wriggles around and Ramona shushes him, kissing just under his bellybutton. Nudging his legs open, Ramona gently pushes him into place. Scott goes easily, letting Ramona push him into place, but squirms at the first touch of Ramona's tongue. She tightens her grip on his thighs and Scott stills, still making approving noises and wiggling a little as Ramona dips her tongue into him.
It should probably be more weird, how Scott is so clearly a boy about all this and how he's still so clearly Scott that it's alarming, dipping her fingers into him and flicking her tongue across his clit. He's clenching around her and there's a sort of zen about the whole thing that Ramona likes. It's easier than sex with Scott normally is, and when Scott comes around her fingers? She feels smug, pulling away and licking her fingers clean before crawling back up to kiss Scott. He pulls away after a moment and makes a face.
"It tastes funny."
Ramona laughs and kisses him again. He can deal with it.
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Postit-Notes: Don't ask. Just . . . Don't ask. It exists, that's all you need to know.
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