#high school I just thought my hair was super frizzy

[dreamofstarlight]

The problem with having curly/wavy hair and having curtain bangs is that depending on if my curls want to curl it can either look great or horrible and it’s a pony tail day

[comfort-writing]

Crayons and Cassettes

Chapter 10: Music to My Ears (pt. 2)

You are a kindergarten teacher. Eddie’s daughter, Sage, is in your class. Waking up to Eddie is pure bliss.

warnings: making out, fingering, handjobs, morning sex, creampies. 18+ - minors DNI!! no use of y/n. (please let me know if I missed anything)

a/n: I think I have a few more chapters plotted out and I’m feeling a lot better about it. sorry for the super late upload of this chapter. let me know in the comments or my asks if you want to be added to the tag list! requests are open!

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Once the concert was over, you could feel your heartbeat in your ears and you body still vibrated from both the adrenaline coursing through your veins and the loud drums and bass line from the last song. Eddie looked down at you, his hair still in a ponytail but it had become a bit frizzy from dancing around, and beamed. He was so proud that he could take you places like this and you would actually have fun.

He led you out of the venue, holding your hand so you didn’t get lost in the sea of people. Once the two of you got back in the van, the quiet consumed you for a moment, coming down from the high of the concert.

Eddie laid his head back against his headrest and sighed, “You have fun?” He asked quietly, looking your way.

You nodded, “Mmhmm.”

“Good.” He whispered, taking another beat before cranking the ignition.

It was nearing ten o’clock, so he needed to start the drive home if the two of you wanted to be home at any sort of reasonable hour. You closed your eyes as you felt the car pull out of its parking space and onto the road. You were exhausted, but you didn’t want to sleep so Eddie wouldn’t have to sit in silence for two hours.

“Thank you for bringing me along. I think I might be a super fan now.”

“Of course. I bought the tickets for you, you know.” He hummed, “And seeing bands live is always better than just listening to them on the radio.”

“Yeah, I think I can officially agree with that now.” You smiled, opening your eyes and looking at him.

He paused for a moment, then raised an eyebrow, “Was that your first concert?” He asked, a bit shocked.

“First one like that. I mean, I’d been to like, classical concerts and piano recitals of course, and a couple small, basement shows in high school, but that was my first big concert.”

“Really? I thought you would’ve been a total ticket junkie by how much you love music.” He chuckled.

“Nope. Not before, at least. But I think you may have started a new addiction, so thanks for that.”

Eddie laughed quietly, and a comfortable silence fell over the two of you as the stereo of the car pumped out more of the band’s music at a low volume.

The rest of the drive was spent quietly talking about all the cool things about the show and how you’d have to keep an eye out for new shows in the future. It was hard for you not to fall asleep, but you managed to stay awake.

Eddie pulled the van into your driveway, shifting it into park.

“Wanna come in?” You asked, grabbing your purse from his floor.

“Sure.” He smiled. He’d paid the babysitter for the whole night, so he wasn’t against the idea.

You led him into your house and picked up Pencil, who’d run to you as soon as she heard the door unlock, walking in. You kicked off your shoes by the door, your feet aching as you’d felt a blister slowly start to form over the hours. Eddie did the same, not wanting to track dirt or whatever godforsaken crap had gotten on them at the venue into your home.

You walked to your bedroom and flipped onto your bed, Pencil still in your arms. ��I’m so tired.” You groaned, closing your eyes as you sunk into your mattress. You heard Eddie chuckle as you felt him sit next to you, reaching a hand over and scratching Pencil’s chin as she lifted her head.

“Me too. I had fun, though.”

“Same here.” You said, looking over at him. He was focused on Pencil, smiling softly as she purred. “You wanna spend the night?” You asked.

He is gaze fell on you, “I really need to shower.”

“Believe it or not, this house is equipped with a nice shower. And it’s got plenty of hot water, thanks to you.” You giggled.

“If you’re okay with it, then yeah, I’d love to.”

You nodded, happy to have him there. “You go shower first. I can make us a little late dinner.” He said, kissing your head softly as he got up to go to your kitchen.

You pushed Pencil off of your chest gently and got up, trudging to your bathroom. You cranked on the hot water, stripping off your clothes and stepping in once it was hot enough. You rinsed all the sweat off and quickly lathered and rinsed, not wanting to take too long. You finished up and toweled off, wrapping one around your hair and getting in your favorite pajamas, which was an oversized shirt and underwear.

You padded your way to the kitchen, seeing Eddie boiling some pasta on the stove. You walked up behind him and hugged him from behind, smelling like soap and the perfume he loved. He placed his hands over yours. The whole thing felt so domestic. You kissed his shoulder blade and rested your towel covered head there, sighing softly. He turned the stove off, and you moved away to sit on the island of the kitchen as you watched him drain the pasta. He’d also warmed up a jar of alfredo sauce, and you smiled, “This is my favorite comfort meal, you know.”

“I remembered you mentioning it once.” He hummed, placing the pot of now drained noddles on the stove. He dished out two bowls and handed you one before searching the drawers for utensils. You pointed to the right one and he opened it, grabbing two forks. He stood facing you, leaning on the counter you sat on as the two of you ate in silence. You’d mumbled a thank you, to which he nodded.

Once he finished, he rinsed his bowl and placed it in the dishwasher, then grabbed the now empty pots off of the stove and stood over the sink to wash them. You ate the last bite of your food and hopped down from the counter before walking up behind him and placing your hand on his back.

“You go shower. I’ll take care of this.” You said, tapping him out. He nodded, leaning down and kissing you gently before heading off to your bedroom. You’d left out a fresh towel and another one of your oversized shirts for him to wear, as well as a pair of pajama pants you’d been given that were entirely too large on you, but you’d accepted anyways because they were a gift.

You rinsed your own bowl and fork, sticking them in the dishwasher before scrubbing the pots down and dried them off with a dish towel before placing them back in a cabinet.

You walked back to your bedroom and knocked on the bathroom door, sticking your head in, “Can I come in? I need to brush my teeth.” You called over the noise of the shower.

“Yeah, of course.” He called back.

You entered the bathroom and unraveled the towel from your hair and brushed it out before grabbing your toothbrush. You brushed your teeth as you listened to Eddie him quietly to himself in the shower. You spit out the toothpaste and wipes the corner of your before walking over to the shower.

You peeled back the curtain just enough to stick your head in, facing him as he washed his face. “Hey.” You smiled.

He chuckled and looked back at you, “Hey.”

“Kiss me.” You said, closing your eyes and puckering your lips expectantly.

“You’re gonna get all wet.” He laughed, rinsing your soap off of his face.

“I don’t care. Kiss me.” You said, resuming your pose.

He giggled and leaned down, placing a sweet kiss to your lips, his hair rewetting your own a little.

You smiled once he pulled away, “Thanks.” You said, pulling your head out of the curtain and shutting it again before walking back into your bedroom, closing the bathroom door behind you.

You turned on your bedside lamp before turning off the overhead light and crawled under your covers, sitting against the headboard so you would be awake when Eddie got out of the shower.

Your attempts didn’t work though, as you slowly drifted to sleep sitting up. Once Eddie finished his shower, he got dressed and scrubbed his hair off with his towel. He walked out of the bathroom, seeing you and chuckling, walking to the other side of the bed. He crawled up and shook your shoulder gently.

“Hey,” he whispered, “let’s go to bed.”

His voice roused you enough for you to nod and lay down, cuddling up close to him as he laid next to you. He wrapped his arm around your side as the two of you quickly fell asleep, holding each other close.

The next morning, you awoke with Eddie’s arm around you, holding your back to his chest. You were a little confused when you first woke up, but after a second, the memories flooded back and you smiled, pulling his arm tighter around you as you snuggled into him. You traced the tattoo on his forearm while you listened to his slow breathing, letting yourself soak in the moment.

After a little while, you slowly peeled yourself from his arms and slipped out of bed, managing not to wake him. You walked to the kitchen and started your coffee pot, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes as you waited for it to brew. You grabbed two mugs, filling your own with cream and sugar, and leaving his empty, knowing he liked his coffee black. The coffee pot clicked, signifying it was done, so you quickly poured out to cups and walked carefully back to your bed. You set them down on your bedside table before crawling back into bed, sitting up and rubbing Eddie’s back.

He slowly woke up, stretching like a cat before looking up at you and smiling, “G’mornin.” He grumbled, his voice all raspy and deep from sleep.

You smiled, reaching over for his mug. “Good morning.” You whispered, seeing him spot the mug. His eyes widened slightly and he sat up, leaning against your headboard as he slowly took the mug from your hands.

“You’re an angel.” He smiled sleepily, leaning over to kiss your lips sweetly before sitting back to take a sip of the hot coffee.

You smiled and grabbed your own, taking a sip and humming. The two of you drank your coffee in silence, leaning against each other and waking up slowly as the soft morning sunlight poured into your window.

Once you’d finished half of your mug, you spoke. “How’d you sleep?”

“Like a rock. That’s probably the best sleep I’ve had since I stopped smoking weed.” He whispered.

You chuckled, “Me too. Well, I didn’t smoke, but I slept really well.”

“Good.” He hummed, reaching over and setting his mug down. You did the same, then he pulled you close, kissing the top of your head as he rubbed your arm.

You leaned into his touch, loving the quiet the morning provided. The two of you stayed snuggled up together for a while, letting the minutes tick past. Eventually, he turned reached up and took your chin in his hand, pulling it towards his face and kissing you gently once again. You pulled away after a second, covering your mouth with your hand, “I have coffee breath.” You whispered, almost getting up to brush your teeth before he grabbed your waist, keeping you in place.

“I do too. Kiss me anyways.” He smiled.

That was all the convincing it took for you to lean back and kiss him again, soft and sweet and sleepy. He kept his hand on your waist, using his thumb to rub comforting circles on your skin.

It all felt so familiar, like you’d been doing this for years, when in reality, this was the first time you’d woken up next to him. You could definitely get used to this.

He eventually broke the kiss and motioned for you to lay down. You did so, and he crawled over you, pulling the covers over his back. He smiled and bent down to kiss you again, at a better angle this time. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders as he deepened the kiss, humming softly when he licked your bottom lip.

Instead of everything feeling so heated and quick like last night, Eddie took his time, kissing you slowly and letting his hands explode every inch of you. It felt comforting and intimate. You let your hands wander too, touching his arms, his chest, his neck, his hair that was messy from sleep.

He moved his kisses down to your neck and you smiled softly, pulling him closer to you. He smelled like coffee and your lavender shampoo with a hint of something distinctly Eddie. He loved the way your hands lazily splayed across his chest as he kissed a spot that made goosebumps crawl across your arms.

His hands slowly slid under your shirt, running up your sides, memorizing every detail. He had all the time in the world to do so, and he planned on utilizing each moment. He slowly slid your shirt up and over your head, taking care to kiss every piece of your skin he could once he had access to it.

You tugged at his shirt and he sat up and peeled it off, tossing it on the floor. He bent to kiss you again but you stopped him, holding your arms out so he would sit up. You raked your eyes over his body, getting a good look at his tattoos finally, running your hand over the one on his chest. He smirked softly as he watched your eyes study them, letting you have your little moment.

You eventually made eye contact, and he took that as your signal to come back and kiss you once again. You wrapped one of your legs around his waist, pulling him closer, and you felt his hand grab your thigh, gripping the soft flesh gently. You’d also felt him, hard and pressing against your panties. You moaned quietly into mouth as he slowly ground against you, enjoying the friction.

You tugged at his pants, and he stayed connected to your lips as he tugged them down and kicked them off. Once he’d gotten them out of the way, you reached a down between the two of you and took him into your hand. You slowly stroked his cock, humming against his lips as you realized how big he was. He took one of your breasts into his hand, gently massaging it as he groaned against your lips, keening into your hand.

After a minute, he broke your kiss and looked down at you, his breathing a little ragged. “Do you want..” he whispered, grasping at straws to find the words in his cloudy brain.

“Yeah.. yes, Eddie.” You whispered back, knowing what he was trying to ask.

He nodded and leaned down, kissing your neck and slowly tugging your underwear off, being careful not to pull too hard and ruin another pair. You lifted your legs for him, helping him get the fabric off of your body. He tossed it somewhere in your room and you spread your legs as his right hand slowly moved from your inner thigh to your cunt, his thumb sliding up and making slow circles on your clit. You moaned softly, your hand moving from his dick to his back, enjoying the feeling of his mouth and his fingers and how his hair felt on your chest. It was all-consuming, but not overwhelming. Gentle, slow, perfect.

You were already wet, but he still took his time with his fingers, slowly pushing them into you and curling them upward, massaging your g-spot as he listened to your quiet moans. He left a small hickey on the underside of your breast after he’d rolled his tongue around your nipple.

“Eddie, please.” You whined softly, gently tangling your fingers in his hair, causing him to look into your eyes, “I need you.” You practically begged.

He moved up and kissed you gently, grinding against you again, this time without any fabric separating you. You whined against his lips, so he lined himself up and broke the kiss, looking into your eyes. You stared back at his blown pupils. “You sure, baby?” He asked one last time.

“Yes.. please, Eds.” You whispered, your breath ghosting his lips.

He kissed your temple before pushing into you. He went extremely slow, letting you adjust. Your hands tightened on his scalp, holding his face close to your own as you let out small, breathy moans until he was buried to hilt. He didn’t move, waiting until you gave him the go ahead.

After a minute or so, you nodded and he began to push in and out of you, kissing every inch of you that was with his reach, one arm holding himself up and the other supporting one of the thighs you’d wrapped around him.

He never made an attempt to speed up, instead, going at an agonizing pace but making sure to push into you as deep as possible with each thrust. One of your hands stayed in his hair, while the other held into his shoulder to brace yourself as your back arched.

The hand on your thigh eventually moved between the two of you, two of his fingers rubbing your clit, making him moan into your ear when he felt you clench around him.

You felt a knot in your stomach slowly tighten as your breath picked up and your moans progressively became more frequent. You were spilling praises, telling him how good he felt and how close you were.

He kissed up your neck, his breath hot against your already burning skin, “Say my name.” He instructed.

You moaned at that, “God.. Eddie.. you’re- yes keep going.”

He kept his rhythm, feeling you get tighter as you got closer to your climax. “Come on baby,” he breathed in your ear, “cum for me.”

After a few more thrusts, you were arching your back and moaning his name as he rutted into you. “Fuck.” He groaned, close himself.

Once you’d regained yourself a little, you wrapped your legs tighter around him, “I’m on the pill, Eddie.” You whispered, “Please.. I need to feel it.”

That was all it took for him to groan and fill you up, his hips snapping into you a couple times as he finished. Once he’d come down from the high, he slowly pulled out of you, apologizing when he saw you wince slightly.

He flopped down on the bed next to you, causing you to giggle breathlessly. You turned on your side and rubbed his back gently. He smiled and pulled you close, cuddling up with you and peppering kisses on your face, loving the sound of your quiet laughter.

The two of you stayed like that for another hour, whispering and giggling, your hands gently tracing shapes on the arm that held you so close. He kissed you every chance he got, smiling against your lips.

Eventually he sighed, “I should probably relieve the babysitter of her duties soon.”

You nodded, understanding, and sat up, grabbing your now cold coffee off of your night stand and taking a sip, tugging your covers up to keep yourself warm. He got out of bed and got dressed in the clothes he’d worn last night, aware of your eyes on him as he did so. He pulled his jeans up and stuck his hip out to the side, posing and making you laugh. Once he was fully dressed, he walked over to you and kissed you again.

“I’ll call you tonight?” He asked.

“Of course.” You smiled, pecking him one last time before you watched him leave your room. You heard the front door close and you hummed, finishing up your coffee in the quiet hours of the morning.

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[pleasantlycrazyworld]

New friendships

Eddie Munson x cheerleader reader

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Y/N L/N was a part of Hawkin highs cheerleaders but she never really fitted into the popular status. Y/N, from an outsider's point of view, probably should've been more of an outcast since she enjoyed things they did like rock music and metal or horror movies and books that didn't just love stories. These aspects of her got her harassed by the other cheerleaders but not too much in the public crowd since she was technically a part of the popular crowd. And she was thankful for that.

Eddie Munson has always had a crush on Y/N. He thought she was the prettiest cheerleader this school had and she was extremely smart. Having her in his English class was the only reason he went to class every day. She knew the material better than the teacher did and Eddie loved hearing her analysis of the books they read in class. The two of them have talked in passing, friendly hellos and nods or waves in the halls but nothing more than that. Eddie was dying to talk to her. To have a real relationship with her no matter what type it was. She didn't treat him like a freak and he doesn't understand why but he wasn't complaining.

Y/N has been stressed out lately and for some reason, nothing is helping her relax. Chrissy, Y/N's friend, suggested she talks to Eddie for some weed. "I don't know Chrissy, I mean I've never done any type of drug what if I don't react right?" Chrissy gives her friend what can only be described as a pity smile, not because she pities her but because she's been in her shoes, "Honey, life is hard and super stressful, if trying weed one time helps then that's great, and if it doesn't then we know to not have you try it anymore." Y/N nods to the words, and it does make sense... "I'll talk to Eddie after English." 

Eddie wasn't ready for Y/N to come up to him at the end of English. If he knew that she was going to want to talk then he would've prepared. Oh my god, she’s coming over to me. why?? did something happen? god what if I smell? well, I shouldn’t just shower?? Is my hair frizzy!? Eddie our hair is always frizzy get a grip!  "Hey, Eddie I was wondering if we could talk?" okay breathe and act totally normal Eddie "Of course princess. What's up?" Standing from his seat he realizes that they're so close their nose nearly touch. Blushing, both take a step back and Y/N lets out a small breathy giggle. “Let’s get out of here and talk somewhere privately” 

The two of them walked out to the woods and sat at Eddie’s working area. “So what did you need to talk about sweetheart?” Eddie looks at her with concern as he asks her. “I’ve been stressing out so much Eddie” admitting this out loud Y/N’s shoulders finally drop and lose tension. “Chrissy suggested to me to talk to you about trying weed for my stress but I’ve never done anything like that before.” Eddie sympathizes with you, he really does since he’s been there before. “Hey, we don’t have to do anything like that if you don’t feel comfortable with weed, but if you want to try weed for the first time I’d gladly sell you some, first time customers get their first sale for free! And we can go back to my trailer to smoke together if you’ve nervous to smoke by yourself. I understand that you don’t know how you might react but I’ll be there to make sure the first time is an enjoyable doll.” 

Y/N gives Eddie a soft smile. She never knew he was so thoughtful and god did she appreciate him. “Eddie that’s so sweet of you to offer, I’d feel much more comfortable doing it that way.” Eddie feels himself blush hearing Y/N call him sweet. “Come on sweetheart I can drive us to my place but first we should pick up some snacks you’ll like”

Stopping at the store Eddie and Y/N run in and grabs some goodies for the evening. The two of them haven’t stopped talking about everything and anything. They both discovered that they have the same favorite movie, and they like the same bands but different songs from them. While in the store they even realize that they had their favorite type of snacks too. 

Eddie and Y/N can both tell that this is going to be a beautiful new friendship. 

[yulin-pop]

hello! I'm here for the matchup event and congratulations on 100+ followers!! 🎉❤️

personality: I'm a little awkward with people im not so close with but I'd try to make some sort of conversation unless it's a mutual/comfortable silence yk? im more outgoing around friends and can be clingy also lol, I'm more onto the physical touch side with people im closer with, it's not those super big affection gestures but subtle ones if that makes sense? like I'd hold onto their sleeves, being in contact with them in some ways even if it's just shoulder touch. I laugh and smile a lot, I'm not very mindful of my words also sometimes I just blurt out things. I can be dramatic and if it helps my friend once said I was like a clingy dog to my other friend 😭

��� I'm easily unmotivated but gets interested in things easily also. I'm lazy and I tend to put the bare minimum onto school work and stuff with a few exceptions maybe. I'm not very emotional and it's a little hard for me to maintain relationships with people I don't see almost everyday at school lol unless we have mutual friends. I get scared easily by horror movies and jumpscares. I cry/tear up/get emotional a lot watching sad shows and reading sad stuff lol. I'm kinda bad at comforting people, my advices are normally just straightforward and like no sugar-coating and stuff. I'm a realist. I want to make more friends but scared to approach people first. I don't know how to react to insults I'd just say okay and go on or judge them for saying that. I say thanks or I know for compliments it just comes out of my mouth naturally 💀

• I'm not to say super confident but I'm comfortable with myself, if that makes sense. I know my own worth and have high standards lol not that I ever had a crush before, never liked anyone 😟 it takes time to for me to fully trust someone, I click well with some people who have the same interests as me because it's easier to find topic to talk about lol, it's the same with other people even if we don't have the same interest doe sometimes I use 'lol' a lot ahshb

physical appearance: black hair that's kinda frizzy just a little below my shoulders (I have thick hair), I don't have bangs, I have a lot of baby hair so I often wear this dark green headband to keep them away from my face lol. black eyes, 170 cm, skinny but underweight kind. I wear a lot of comfy clothes like just t-shirt and pants, whenever I go out I tie my hair like just a quick low ponytail for outside school and high ponytail for school.

interests: games, specifically otome games and visual novels, I like detective and rpg games also (ex. genshin, code realize, fire emblem: three houses, tsumugu logic). I like reading manga, manhwa, manhua (I read both modern and historical ones), I like romance genres, and fanfics snsnns

how you react to someone being romantically interested in you: first thought would be if they're joking or playing a prank on me, but if they're not I'd answer it seriously, also my reaction depends on how long I knew them or if I even know them. I'd be kinda flattered to know someone is romantically interested in me doe lol

thank you if you took up my matchup! again congrats on 100+ :))) was this enough details? hopefully I didn't miss anything 😰

↛ ❀ Match up; @junevnti

I match you with Deuce Spade

Deuce isn’t talkative really. But he would struck up a conversation. He immediately takes you as someone who’s on the calmer side of things and he somewhat likes you from the start. Once you two bond and get closer, Deuce will be around you half of the time. He really likes being around you because of your softer presence. You’re not an overwhelming person and he likes that.

He notices your small, yet affectionate gestures and his heart flutters everytime it happens. It startled him at first though. He really wants to make you smile and it’s rather easy when with you. You two have quick conversations in the hall and he walks off feeling in cloud nine.

He likes how you fix your hair. It’s simplistic but he still finds you absolutely stunning!

He wouldn’t be very obvious. But his actions when he likes you would be sort of weird. He stared a bit too much and he slapped himself when he realizes he’s being weird. He eventually gets found out by all of his friends and they encourage him to go for it. So he does and he’s a big mess. He made a script on what to say but he meets with you face to face and his mind goes completely blank. He manages to spit out his feelings towards you and his heart absolutely drops when you ask him if he’s joking. He shrinks away and seems really upset. You learn he’s completely genuine.

Deuce is really likes you for pretty much everything about you. There was something about you from the start.

[wizkiddx]

your song blurb

hello!! sorry ive been so inactive and I have got a number of req that I am trying to work through - I am sorry, please be as patient as you can with me. general life shit and all hasn't been ideal. I am aware I reaaallly need to update my master list and will get round to it when I can I promise ;)

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harryhollandxreader // friends --> lovers blurb

summary: harry never sings in front of you, until you need it

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There were some things that Harry, even after being friends for years, kept close to his chest. The one that you always tried to catch him out on was his singing. For some unknown reason, he was super self conscious of it. Every time he was nonchalantly humming along to himself, all it took was for you to make a single sound, and he’d immediately lock his mouth shut. From those fleeting moments, you had thought he didn’t even sound half bad, hence where your frustrations drew.

Because whilst you, who sounded like a cat being tortured, would scream your lungs out - Harry, who wasn’t even that bad, refused to make a fool out of himself.

It was exactly what had happened this evening when you had let yourself into Tom’s house otherwise unannounced. It’d been years since you’d been given a spare key by Harry - when they were both away, you often ‘house-sat’ for Tom; plus, you spent most evenings there too because that was where your best mate was.

Tom had messaged on the group chat to say he would be out for the evening, and Haz was around his girlfriends tonight, meaning on arrival, you’d known it’d just be you and Harry. So once you heard the quiet tune of a song, that you couldn’t quite place yet, safe to say you were on stealth mode. Sliding your shoes off and wincing as the floorboards creaked a little, you slowly crept through the house to find your frizzy-haired friend.

Sure enough, as you made your way through the kitchen, you found him stood over the hob, stirring round a wooden spoon of a saucepan - presumably filled with pasta he’d promised to have ready for you. Pouting as you leaned on the doorframe and crossed your arms, marvelling at him. He was dressed just in grey joggers and his favourite pink hoodie, arms rolled up to his elbow as the poor boy slaved away at the stove.

You stayed silent, to what you now recognised as billy joel, only unable to stifle a giggle when he reached a particularly high note. Like a rabbit caught in headlights, he jumped around and yelled, eyes fiery and pointed at you.

“OH fuck off Y/n!!”

“Billy Joel, an old school choice.” You smirked, now walking into the room to greet him properly.

“How long have you been stalking on me?”

“It’s not stalking if the stalkee gave me the key.”

“I don’t think that’s admissible in court.” He deadpanned back, pouting for a couple more seconds before finally shooting you a wide grin. The boy held his arms out, welcoming you into a proper greeting hug. Happily reciprocating, you inhaled deeply with your face pressed into the crook of his shoulder.

“How was work?” He murmured, already guessing the answer correctly.

“Shit. Exhausting. Hell, you want any more adjectives?” Harry just snorted back as you leaned away from his warmth.

“Nah rule of three is quite enough. Did you never pay attention in GCSE english?”

“Fuck off you can’t even spell GCSE.”

That was always how your friendship had been; it had always been a piss-taking battle. You simply were one of the boys - or at least that’s what you thought. Said boys though (meaning Sam, Tom, Harrison, Tuwaine and even Paddy) disagreed. You didn’t know, or didn’t believe, that Harry did NOT treat you like one of the boys. He cared about you differently, too. Tom thought it didn’t stop there, that Harry did in fact love you.

And yes, you might’ve admitted to Harrison on one very, very drunken night that you had occasionally thought of Harry as something more than your sarky friend. He had been since sworn to silence, though Haz had in fact, told Tom - who only replied with an ‘i told you so’.

Even though everyone else saw your relationship as complicated, to you and Harry it was just simple. You were just the best of friends.

And that’s how the evening went. The two of you were just messing around as usual; after eating the tomatoey pasta creation Harry had tried, you both made a right mess of the washing up - water ending up coating the floor and maybe one of the walls too (Tom would never know). And just like usual, it ended with you sprawled out on one sofa, Harry mirroring you on the adjacent one.

It was love island season, which meant every night at 9 pm there was only one place on earth either of you would be. On your respective sofas, watching the most trashy tv in the world.

Tonight though, no matter how excited you were for the next instalment of who-likes-who, your day of work caught up with you. Not that you noticed, but you’d pretty much passed out as soon as the opening scenes started. There were only two minutes of silence before Harry registered something was up - typically, he was trying to make you shut up so he could actually hear the TV. To investigate, he jumped off the sofa and leaned over the couch, the sight making him pout.

He knew work had been super stressful recently; and he also knew that your insomnia had been coming back with a vengeance. So instead of treating you like ‘one of the boys’ and throwing things until you woke up - Harry used a different approach. He draped the blanket that hung off the side of the sofa over you, biting back a slight smile as you huffed in appreciation for the soft quilt. Then Harry left you alone, knowing you could do with every little bit of rest you could get.

That was all good until it reached the third set of adverts when Harry heard you huff and move about on the sofa. And then again and again. Then again with what sounded like a bit of whimper too.

Brows furrowed, he paused the TV and slowly got up, rounding the sofa to see you somewhat matching his expression. Your face was contorted in one of distress, and you kept thrashing your head from side to side of the pillow. It didn’t take a genius to work out; this was your nightmares rearing their ugly heads.

Harry just wanted to stop this for you. Although the two of you were never particularly ‘mushy’ or vulnerable with each other - he knew just how much you were suffering recently. So without much thought into it, Harry knelt down to sit on the floor, side leaning up against the sofa as he looked towards you. Trying to hush you, he ran his hand over your forehead and over the top of your hair, though it seemed to take little effect. And then, again entirely without hesitation, Harry started to softly sing.

It’s a little bit funny

This feeling inside

I’m not one of those who can easily hide

Why Elton John was the first that came to mind was a mystery to Harry - except maybe that the lyrics ran true a little.

And you can tell everybody

This is your song

It may be quite simple, but now that it’s done

I hope you don’t mind

I hope you don’t mind

That I put down in the words

How wonderful life is while you’re in the world

You’d always loved old 70s music, you were the one that had properly got you into all that stuff - the beatles, billy joel, elton, even a bit of springsteen. He owed half his music taste to your Spotify playlists, even if he’d never admit it to your face.

So excuse me forgetting

But these things I do

You see I’ve forgotten, if they’re green or they’re blue

Anyway the thing is, what I really mean

Yours are the sweetest eyes I’ve ever seen

With a final huff, you finally settled down, Harry swore he could see all the discomfort literally melting away from your face. It took a minute but your breath evened out, mumbling something incomprehensible as you curled up toward him on the edge of the sofa.

This wasn't the first time he’d sang to you in your sleep - and he sort of hoped it wouldn't be the last either.

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On the run

Authors note - this is a series of closly related one shots hence tagged as soft!reader. This is for Ambers challenge! Hope you like it! This is like there was only one room instead of there was only one bed.

Please do not steal or repost my works on any other site. Reblogs are welcome.

Run through - You have to go on the run with your husband and share a room with Bucky.

Warnings - smut, daddy kink, voyeurism (fucking right next to Bucky lol), cockwarming, angst

Pairing - Steve Rogers x soft!reader

Word count - 3.3k

Masterlist is linked in the bio!

You paced back and forth in your living room. It wasn’t exactly yours but it had been your home for the past four years. Your floor to ceiling windows gave you an extensive and broad view of new York City. You were on the highest floor of the tower, it made the huge city seem so city. Usually the lights soothed you whenever you were anxious. But you weren’t sure if you had ever been so scared. Scared for your husbands life, scared for your future.

Steve had broke the law. Your Steve, the Captain America. It was so ironic. He was declared a terrorist and a wanted man. You felt as if this was a fever dream. Never in a million years did you think something like this would happen.

From what you knew Steve refused to sign the accords. Which you understood, he had his reasons and they were completely valid. You hoped the team would work it out amongst themselves and come to a compromise somehow. But from the looks of it, that will never happen. No one really asked for your opinion. Even if you were like family to them, at the end of the day you were a simple accountant turned stay at home wife. A job you had to give up to be with your Steve. When it got too dangerous for you to go out in the world. You hoped maybe just maybe, Steve would do the same for you. He talked of retiring, becoming a high school professor or working on his art. And like an idiot you let yourself indulge in that fantasy and got sweeped away.

Your life wasn’t bad by any means, in fact it was too perfect. Your friends were often envious of your perfect marriage and your dutiful husband. But you wanted more for Steve. You wanted him to slow down a bit, enjoy life, to not wake up screaming in the middle of the night in a pool of his own sweat and tears. You loved all of him, but you loved him the most when he was happy. Being an Avenger took a huge toll on him. You just wanted him to be happy.

You were being ‘escorted’ to the interrogation room. You had only been there once, to see Steve. You never thought you would be the one being interrogated.

You couldn’t help but feel resentful. You were in this grey room, under the harsh fluorescent lights, being asked all sort of intrusive questions as if you were a criminal, because of him. You gave up everything for him. You completely gave yourself to him. You didn’t have much left.

“Are you sure?” The man in the black suit asked again.

“Yes I’m sure! I think I would remember if my husband contacted me” you snapped.

“Alright. Please calm down ma'am” He said and you rolled your eyes at his patronising tone “You can leave for now but you’re not allowed to leave the premises. Let us know as soon as Rogers contacts you. If you don’t you will be an accomplice to his crimes”

His words echoed in your head on the way to ‘your' apartment. You sat back on your couch ready to drown your worries and your sorrows in some wine. The portrait Steve painted of you in a short white sundress, playing with some birds like a Disney Princess, hung on your wall almost taunting you. It was all superficial wasn’t it?

All the gifts he gave you, all the sketches he made of you. Every time he held the door open for you or tenderly made love to you, looking into your eyes and staring deep into your soul. Did all of that really matter? If he didn’t consider you or your relationship while doing something as brash as – you didn’t even know what he did. His duty won over his love for you. It always would.

You should’ve known. Your mother warned you. Told you you’re not the kind of person that would be fine with being the second or even fifth priority. Too possessive, too loving. People like you only ever get their hearts broken.

What did the future hold for you? You knew Steve, or at least you thought you did. You knew he wouldn’t help a war criminal. A terrorist. Sure said terrorist was Steve’s friend, but Steve was the kind of person that held others accountable. But at the end of the day Steve was just a human and a softie. You could see him being so loyal and going till the end of the line for his buddy.

You hummed as you felt a hand caressing your cheek. The feeling of his calloused fingers felt so familiar. It was a nice dream, an escape from this dystopian reality. You’d like to live in it forever but then your eyes snapped open as you heard him call out your name.

You sat up quickly sat up straight “Steve” you blurted out as you looked at your husband. In a dark blue, red, and white which was dirty enough to be black, suit. His short blond hair a bit frizzy, his left cheek blue and purple, unlike the neat and tidy look he usually sports. You looked into his eyes, which looked so tired and exhausted.

“We have to get out of here right now” He said gravely. But then his face softened. “It’s not safe here for you doll. I can’t leave you here, where I won’t be able to protect you” he said cupping your face with his hands.

You should have asked him a million questions. If what they were saying was true. Did he really help a terrorist? Attack his friends, whom you considered your family. But you didn’t. You simply crashed your lips upon his, taking his breathe away. It was soft, sweet but needy. Just like most of your reunion kisses. “I’ll follow you anywhere Steve” You said pulling away and looking into his sky blue eyes.

He gave your forehead a soft kiss before pulling you up. Telling you to collect your things as quickly as you can. You changed into a pair of jeans and sweatshirt, packing a few more t-shirts and pants.

“Hurry up doll we don’t have long” he urged you.

You made your way out of the apartment. You were walking to the elevator thinking you would be going down on it. “No, y/n we have to take the stairs. Come on” he took your hand.

He lead you to the emergency exit, one you didn’t even know existed. He was always good at reading and remembering maps. You smiled thinking of the time he easily got you both out of a very complicated Halloween maze.

“Steve why are we going upstairs?” You asked panting and trying your best to keep up with his face. You weren’t blessed with the super serum, you weren’t a huge fan of working out either.

“We have to take the jet and leave the country” He said rubbing your back. After a few seconds he hauled you over his shoulder “Hold on” He said sprinting up the stairs.

“Wouldn’t they notice us leaving in a literal quinjet?” You asked “What happens if you get caught Steve? What will they do to you?”

“Don’t worry about that right now” You wanted to laugh. Not worry? You were literally fleeing the country. How could you not worry.

You finally made it to the terrace, shivering in Steves hold against the chilly air Steve set you down in the jet. Before working on the kinks to get it started.

Surprisingly you made it out without anyone following you but you held your breathe. Not letting your guard down until you knew you were completely safe. As soon as you were in the air Steve put the jet on stealth mode. Finally letting his back rest against his chair and letting out a deep sigh.

“Steve” you couldn’t help the quiver in your voice trying your best to hold in your tears. “what is going on? Is it true? What they were saying?”

“What were they saying?” he said quirking a brow at you.

“That you helped a terrorist and you’re like a... war criminal now” you struggled to get the words out. Uncomfortable to even think such a thing could happen.

“You really think I could do something like that” He rested his elbows on the arms of his seat staring you down.

“I don’t. That’s why I’m here. But I have a right to know what happened”

His brows remained furrowed, as if he didn’t believe you. You had no idea how he managed to turn the whole conversation around and put you on the spot. “It’s Bucky” He said, his hard face softening.

Bucky, his best friend. Steve had carried the guilt of his death on his shoulders for years. Which only got worse when he found out that Bucky was indeed alive, being used as a weapon by hydra. “They tried to frame him. He didn’t do anything wrong. He’s been suffering for years”

You briskly got up from your seat as you saw the tears escape his eyes. You were selfish. Only caring about how this whole ordeal was affecting you. You couldn’t even imagine what Steve must have gone through. You sat on his lap, hugging him close to you as he held onto you so tightly, as if you would disappear if he didn’t. “Promise me you’ll never leave me” he choked out against the crook of your neck.

You ran your fingers through his hair lightly scratching his head with your nails, in the way you knew he liked. “I would never leave you Steve. I promise”

Over five hours later you made it to Moldova. A small country in eastern Europe. Steve hid the jet, saying he would need it later, since he had to come up with a plan to rescue your friends. Which would be much harder than rescuing you, they were in a maximum security prison, in the middle of a freaking ocean.

You tried your best to not think about that when you were on your way to a motel. You were nervous to meet Bucky, who Steve said would be there with you. You had never met any of Steve’s family. Since well they were dead. Back when you started dating he wasn’t really friends with his coworkers, so you never really received ‘the shovel talk' from them.

This was nerve wracking. What if he thought you weren’t worthy of Steve? Bucky was the only link to Steve’s past, his oldest friend, surely his opinion would mean the world to Steve.

“Hey it’ll be okay” Steve said squeezing your thigh from the drivers seat, something he liked to do whenever you both drove together. “I would never let anything happen to you. You know that right?” He looked at you before looking back at the icy roads.

“It’s not that. I know you’ll keep me safe Stevie. If nothing else I believe in that” You said as he gave you a small smile “this is all just overwhelming you know? I mean would we ever get to go back?” You asked although you knew neither of you knew the answer. “and then there’s Bucky”

“What about Bucky?” he asked.

“What if... he doesn’t like me? I know it’s silly!” You whined before he could make a snarky comment “We have other things to worry about and whatever but I want to make a good impression. Is there something I should remember not to do? Or to do?” You scrunched your nose at your strange question and this stranger reality. Where you get to meet your husbands best friend at the worst timing.

“Uh...” He contemplated your words for a minute “Well don’t hug him. I know you like to do that” he let out a laugh at just how sweet and likeable you are and how Bucky would love you the second he lays his eyes on you “Don’t worry sweetheart. Bucky’s the last thing you have to worry about. You wouldn’t have to even try to get him to like you”

You finally parked at the motel. Ever the gentleman, Steve held the door open for you holding your hand as you made your way up the shaky stairs. Steve knocked three times on the door before the tall brunette whom you recognised as Bucky from all his old pictures opened the door. He let you both in. You took off your coat the room wasn’t as warm as you’d like but it was definitely better than the harsh cold outside.

You watched as Steve embraced Bucky in a hug asking him how he was doing. You tried not to let your gaze linger too long on him, but you couldn’t help but admire him. He was a few inches shorter than Steve, but he had the same alert soldiery stance as Steve and the similar Brooklyn accent. Not to mention he was one of the most handsome men you’ve ever seen. He definitely looked more aged and somehow different than in the photos.

Steve introduced you “This is my wife” He said and Bucky gave you a small smile.

“This punk couldn’t stop talking about you” He said grabbing Steve by the back of his neck.

You were happy to see that even if they both had changed over time, their friendship and bond remained the same. “Good things I hope” You playfully squint your eyes at Steve.

“I’d never say anything bad about you doll” He walked towards you kissing your forehead and putting the backpack you packed on the bed. “You must be tired, you wanna go to bed?” He sat down on the bed cracking his neck, the stress of the last few days getting to him.

You finally had a chance to look around the room. It was what you’d expect from a shady motel. White floors which were now almost yellow, torn wallpaper and an old television. But then you looked at the twin beds. Looks like you’ll have to share one with Steve. You hoped he would be able to get proper sleep, with how tired he looked he really needed it. “I’m tired?” you teased him.

After freshening up and changing into your night clothes, you settled on the bed, sighing in relief as your sore back touched the hard mattress. Out of the corner of your eye you caught a glimpse of Bucky settling in on his bed beside you and his metal hand peeking out of his long sleeved shirt. You wondered what it looked it, did it hurt him? How was he able to move it so naturally as if it’s a part of his body? You really had to bite your tongue to not let your curiosity get the best of you.

“This will have to do for tonight sweetheart” Steve said spooning you from behind and pulling you into him. You sighed out as you felt his bare and warm chest through your tank top. You wouldn’t have to worry about being chilly. Bucky turned to lay on his side away from the both of you.

You hummed as Steve snaked a hand past your tank top and resting it on your soft tummy. Drawing small random patterns on it. Bucky turned off the lights, it wasn’t completely dark, there was plenty of moonlight coming through the window. You insisted on helping Steve out of his steath suit, so you could check in on his wounds and treat them, it was a post mission ritual for you both. But Steve refused to let you in as he changed in the bathroom alone. You feared that his wounds were worse than he was letting on.

“I missed you princess” he whispered in your hair, snapping out of your thoughts. “did you miss me?”

Bucky was snoring and seemed to be in a deep slumber but just to be safe you kept your voice low “I did” You said wiggling your ass against his crotch. You weren’t surprised to find his pretty hard erection there.

“Yeah?” He smirked ghosting his fingers at the elastic of your shorts “how much” before he could dip his fingers your hands stopped him

“Not now” you whispered harshly “Bucky is sleeping right there” you scolded. How he could even think about sex right now you had no idea. You would be mortified if you Bucky woke up to find you both in the middle of it.

“We’ll just be quiet” He said slipping his fingers past your shorts and panties and between your thighs. You wanted to stop him. You really did. But you realised just how much you missed him when he brushed his fingers against your warm folds.

“I can’t be quiet! You know that” You whined as he dipped his finger in your heat. You had no idea what had gotten into him. He loved making you moan, scream and cry. Did he want Bucky to hear you both make love? Steve was more perverted than he let on but this was something even you didn’t know.

“You will try for me won’t you?” He rolled your clit between his fingers and kissed your temple to sooth your thrashing “don’t you wanna be a good girl for me? Hm?” he asked driving three of his fingers inside of you to warm you up.

You should be embarrassed at the sinful noises that your cunt was making, you could hear them clearly since you had to be quiet. But you weren’t. In the moment you just needed to cum. “I wanna cum daddy please” Your voice muffled against the pillow you had pushed your face into to drown out your moans.

“Then cum doll” he said thrusting his fingers into you with purpose.

“I wanna cum on your cock daddy” He groaned at that.

Pulling his fingers out of you. He pulled your panties and your shorts down, bringing the blankets up to your neck “You comfy princess?” You nodded. He pulled his cock out of his sweats nudging it between your buttcheeks. He pulled your bare leg placing it over his hip and holding it there as he slowly pushed into you. He pushed his other hand under you to hold onto and fondle your breasts.

In any other situation this position would be uncomfortable but right now you felt as warm and safe to be surrounded by him. You didn’t feel the need to cum anymore, content with the warmth and the weight of his cock inside you. His steady breathing and heart beat lulling you to sleep.

He didn’t like that. He snapped his hips and pushed his cock deeper inside you. “Don’t fall asleep on me now princess” He warned as he slowly fucked into you.

You dug your nails into his hand which was squeezing your breast as you tried your best to contain your moans. You let out a mewl as Steve stroked your clit while making slow love to you. You were tipped over the edge, cuming hard around his cock and on his fingers.

“Shit” He said as the pace of his thrusts increased “you’re so tight doll. So snug” He bit your ear to keep from groaning out loud. He was about to pull out of you, to clean you up with a washcloth. He wouldn’t trust the towels the hotels provided but he did see you pack a couple, he could use those.

But you tightened the grip of your leg on his hip, forcing him to stay in place. You looked over your shoulder and he could barely make out your pout in the dim light “Stay inside please. Keep me warm” You requested. He had never been good at saying no to you.

So he pecked your lips and chose to forget about the myriad of problems facing him and all of you. At least for now.

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[harmoni-me]

Hello! I’m not sure if your requests are still open but, if they are here you go! I wanted to ask if you could write me a request of Nagito Komaeda x a reader who is the ultimate Chess Master? I kinda wanted to imagine him falling in love or already dating his S/O who plays chess as a professional and is more on the kinder side when it comes to him. Good luck! 💖

Ooo! This is such a unique concept, and I absolutely love it! Writing it was an absolute joy! Thank you so much for the amazing request <3

Nagito Komaeda x Ultimate Chess Master Reader!

The ultimate nurse, the ultimate swords-woman, the ultimate photographer…everyone in this class seemed to posses such interesting talents. It made you feel quite jealous, in some sort of way.

Now, of course you never thought of your talent as boring, useless, or unnecessary in the slightest! After all, you were the Ultimate Chess Master. You believed that everyone should try chess at least once before inflicting their nasty opinions on the strategic game. Unfortunately, that was already too late when it came to…basically your entire school life.

In Elementary, you would ask the kids on the playground to play a quick game of speed chess, because you thought it was a fun way to spend time with friends! But all you got in return were child-built insults, saying that chess was stupid and boring. It’s quite ridiculous to admit, but those comments still float around your mind sometimes. Kids were harsh, still are…

In Middle School, you had a few close friends, and when you asked one of them to try playing a game of chess with you, all they did was look at you weirdly, a look that only seemed to scream “uh, are you serious?”. This was when you started to question your liking for chess. Was it that weird? Am I the only one my age that thinks that chess is actually a fun game?

Now, you were sitting in class at Hope’s Peak Academy, a school full of the elite, yet…

This was the first time you felt truly, whole-heartily ashamed about your love for the game of chess.

“Are you kidding me? Chess? You got into this school for an old-people game like CHESS!? Pfft-!” A girl in twin blonde pony tails and an orange kimono let out a shrill of laughter.

“An…old people game….?” You muttered to yourself, steadily becoming a little closed off from the rest of the class.

You’re love for chess was parallel to how you played, which was almost unbeatable on a professional level, yet…

Why were these comments crushing your heart? Why did it make your love for the game waver?

Class continued like normal, just a little lecture to start off the rest of our high school lives. You honestly weren’t paying attention, your focus more attentive to your little chess notebook, filing it with strategies you wanted to try against high-level computer AI.

Though, it would be nice to have even a complete beginner to play with every once and awhile, though, you might be asking for too much.

Thump

Great, more harassment.

You turned around slightly in your seat, and looked down at the ground it see a crumpled piece of notebook paper that had hit you in the back. You picked it up, and looked around to try and figure out a potential culprit, but it seemed as if everyone was acting normal. No dice, then.

Unfolding the messy ball of paper as quietly as possible, you read what seemed to be words written on the inside.

Meet me in the library today after school, but you don’t have to if you don’t want to be seen with trash like me

The wording on the letter was…strange, but that didn’t stop you from feeling a tiny firework of joy in your heart. Yet, you couldn’t help but feel more nervous than joyous due to how the letter was written. It was surely vague, but it really seemed like the writer as quite the low self esteem.

You were suspicious, but honestly, what could go wrong? It had to be someone from the class that you were just introduced to, so at least it’s not like a blind date sort of thing…

The more you thought about it, the more it actually seemed like a blind date. Nice.

Time seemed to move incredibly slow for the whole rest of the school day, but eventually, the bell had rung, and you were out the door in a heartbeat.

After a little while of asking for directions to the school library, you finally reached your desired location: An absolutely humongous cavern of probably any book one could think of.

Only a couple of students were residing in this literal book mansion, and none of which you recognized.

“I guess they’re not here yet…” You mumbled, sitting yourself by a large, lit fireplace. As the warmth from the flames licked your skin, steadily causing you to naturally relax all of the tensed muscles that were stuck to your bones.

You pulled out your phone, and automatically started a game of online chess with a random opponent. The game was done in a mere ten minutes. The other player was no doubt new to the game, but that’s ok, you were there once too.

You suddenly heard a subtle clunk next to you, making your gaze wander to that direction. It was that boy from your class, the lucky boy. You remember him clearly because you thought his hair resembled a fluffy cloud. The two of you made eye contact, his foggy green eyes squinting a bit when he smiled at you, warming your heart a smidge.

“Y/N L/N, correct? I hope you don’t mind my presence, though it’s ok if you do, I would never blame you on something that’s not your fault.” The thin male crouched down to take a seat on the floor with you, sitting cross-legged.

“Yep, that’s me…and I actually kind of appreciate the meeting, honestly. Even if you just came for simple company, I think that’s very nice of you, especially since everyone in the class already thinks my talent is boring and all…Nagito Komaeda, right? I’m happy to meet you.” You shot a warm smile to the boy, causing him to reciprocate.

“You’re too kind to such untalented scum like myself, all I have is the Devil’s luck, after all! I can’t even control any of it! So I’m glad someone like me can be used as a stepping stone for you to be a beacon of hope!” Nagito chuckled, humored by his own self loathing.

You flipped your whole body to face the living incarnate of a four-leaf clover, “Well, um, on a personal note, I don’t think you’re scum. At all. I think your talent is anything but boring…I also think you’re…quite kind, for hanging out with someone like myself.” Fiddling with your uniform sleeves in nervousness. You just want him to feel better about himself.

The boy went quiet, his smile dwindling from your comment. Was he not used to compliments?

After a few moments in silence, Nagito gazed into your eyes, a new type of smile prettily stitched onto his features. It was almost like this expression was more…vulnerable, uncovering itself under layers upon layers of facades. His face almost made you breath out a sigh of relief at how comforting and relieving his genuine expression was.

“I would like to play with you. I-If you would let me, of course.” Nagito gestured his hands downwards to the chess set he had placed onto the ground since the very beginning. And how did you not notice that? It may or may not be the fact that the boy in front of you seemed to be way more intriguing.

You’re eyes widened as sudden happiness started to flow through every vein within your body. The excitement washed over your soul, rejuvenating it’s prior state of melancholy dreariness. Was…he was serious, right?

“Really…?” Was all that you managed to squeak, causing the lucky student to tilt his head in wonder.

“Hm? Well, of course…I don’t really know who else I would be aski-“

“C-Can we please play speed chess!?” You sputtered, the passion and the fireplace flames reflecting off of your eyes to reveal in an enticing glow.

“Speed Chess?” Questioned the frizzy-haired boy, though he did seem quite interested at your sudden burst of energy.

“Yeah! It’s also commonly referred to as Blitz Chess, and it’s like chess, but you have a very short amount of time to make your moves! It’s super duper fun, and if you want even more fun, then we could also play Bullet Chess! It’s even faster, and a game only takes roughly three minutes if you…keep up…the…pace…” Your words started to get quieter and more mumbled. God, you totally forgot the two of you were in a library, how embarrassing….

A hearty laugh spilled out of Nagito’s mouth, the corners of his lips turning upward to the ceiling. You looked down in pathetic nature. That was totally something to laugh at…

“Though I would consider myself a newbie when it come to chess, speed chess sounds lovely.” Nagito smiled, his pointer finger playing and twirling around the queen piece’s crown.

“Ah, a-alright, well, lets get started, shall we?” You stuttered, with joy obviously evident within your voice.

                                       .   .   .

Unsurprising to you, you had won all three games of speed chess against Nagito, though, it was surprising how close each game was. the more you thought about it, the more you realized his luck most likely aids him whenever he plays. Definitely one of the most interesting opponents you’ve been up against, whether it would be for casual online play, or in-person tournaments.

“Ah, bummer, I guess someone as useless as me shouldn’t even try to come close to beating you!” The boy ruffled his cloud-like locks, laughing at his loss.

“Hey! You had me worried for a few turns there, you were no pushover at all, Nagito!” You proclaimed, frustrated on why he would still think that, even thought the game results were all obviously pretty close.

“Also, please don’t say that your useless…it makes me really sad, because it’s not true at all.” You looked up at him with eyes that reflected something that had never burned so brightly before, and Nagito noticed.

Those eyes, previously clouded from the despair given from others, were now shining with a glimmering hope…and he drew that out from you…by simply playing a mere few games of chess.

For a moment, and only for a moment, he believed your words. Maybe he wasn’t so useless, he helped you find your smile and joy, right? Maybe…maybe…

“Oh yeah!” You shot up, causing Nagito to snap out of his thoughtful daze. You stuck your hand out to him, waiting for reciprocation.

“A handshake, to wish a good game among equals.” You encouraged the boy, wanting for him to fully indulge into what it was like to play the game in a professional, yet somewhat casual setting.

The boy looked at your hand, observing everything. Your nails, your fingertips, your knuckles, all the way down to your wrist. Equals, huh…

Nagito then slowly reached out to your hand, grasping onto it gently, yet it felt like it was the most comfortable fit he could’ve imagined. He wanted the warmth from your soft skin to seep into his cold hands, wanting that heat to slowly fill the rest of his frozen body, all the way up to his thawing heart. Though he didn’t linger any more on the handshake than he needed to, not wanting to make it uncomfortable for you.

But god, did he want to hold on forever.

[hargrove-mayfields]

Ooh, okay, "defensive bills" please, and "self indulgent B w/ braces"? (Oh, and if it's not too many, "Billy’s H&M hair" and "broken necklace oops" and "role swap au" please??")

defensive bills- this one is like a sibling bonding thing. Max is autistic bc that’s my favorite ever, and Mike calls her a slur (not maliciously kids are just like that, especially in the 80s), and her heart is broken. She initially doesn’t tell anyone about it because she feels like she’s overreacting, but she lets it slip what’s bothering her after the next time it happens. She makes Billy promise her however that he’s not going to be nasty to the kids to make them stop, so instead he goes above the kids’ heads to Karen, since he’s already got some pull there, and gets Mike in trouble.

Max trusts Billy a teensy bit more, and he benefits from this too because he’s learning like, rational solutions to life’s problems instead of just freaking out and attacking people. After a long time of this apprehensive trust thing they’ve got going on, Billy admits to Max that he had a little sister that his momma took with her when she left, and that’s why it was so hard for him to get along with her, and why he still was so aggressively protective of her even though they didn’t get along.

self indulgent B w/ braces- I had this thought about like, what if Neil had knocked a couple of Billy’s teeth out when he hit him as a kid. They were baby teeth so they came back, but maybe too many come in at once, so there wasn’t enough room and there’s one up in his gums causing trouble.

Years and years down the line, he’s living with Joyce now after being removed from Neil’s custody, and she makes Billy go to all his doctors and dentists appointments because she’s actually a responsible mother. But at the dentist they’re like holy hell kid your mouth is messed up, so he has to very begrudgingly get braces to get everything back in order before his wisdom teeth come in and knock every thing crooked, which would be a worse problem so he agrees to let it happen.

Basically the entire fic is Billy being nasty to everyone around him because he’s A) constantly irritated by the constant pain in his mouth B) afraid that if he lets them, people are going to make fun of him C) not allowed to smoke anymore because of yellow spots and D) already struggling to adapt to the new environment that is living with the Byers’. Also features Max poking lots of lighthearted fun at him for being a metal mouth, and an exploration of the root of his self confidence issues/why he holds so much value in his appearance!

Billy’s H&M hair- so I got to thinking about how his hair looks mostly unstyled in that shoot, and I took inspiration from that to write a fic. There was almost a fluffy reason for it, but you know me, I love angst, so instead, Billy’s hair is a mess, all frizzy and loose and greasy, because Max ran away again and he was told not to come back home without her. He’s been at it forever, so he’s exhausted and just too busy looking for her to take any care of himself.

He ends up at Scoops looking for her because he knows that’s where the kids flock sometimes, and when he asks Steve if he knows where they are, he forget about the black eye and the scab in his eye brow put there by Neil, and pushes his sun glasses up. Steve is like dude, what happened to your face, and Billy just doesn’t even have it in him to lie anymore, so he tells Steve all about Neil and everything that’s happening with Max right now.

Max is found, but before Billy can take her home, Steve slips him his number, thinking he’s being nice and offering him help if anything like this were to happen again, but Billy takes it in that way, so even though he looks like a total disaster right now, and he definitely cried when Max came back, he winks at Steve and makes a little I’ll call you later gesture. Steve is more than a little flustered by the mix-up but definitely not opposed to it!

broken necklace oops- Billy fidgets a lot with his necklace, which was his momma’s, just running the pendant across the chain over and over again, but then it snaps one day. Him and Steve were hanging out when it broke, and Steve offers to help fix it, but Billy is so upset that he takes it the wrong way, thinking that Steve wants to fix him, and they get in a big fight over it.

Billy storms off and ends up getting flayed, so when Steve doesn’t hear anything from him in the next few days he thinks it’s just because they’re done, broken up after the things that were said when they fought. Except he still has the necklace, Billy had thrown it at him and he kept it for a few days hoping he’d come back, but he gives up and he goes to return it at the pool, but he walks in on the sauna test. Cue a little bit of panic, a lot of arguing, and Steve helping to save Billy before it’s too late.

role swap au- This is a super long fic, it’s basically a rewrite of all three seasons with Billy and Steve switching places!

So Steve is the rich kid from California in big trouble with his parents for being rebellious and a pinch of homosexual galavanting, so he gets sent to the small town his father grew up in as punishment. Billy’s already the King of Hawkins High, but his status at the top of the high school hierarchy is slipping because he’s too busy for parties now that his kid sister got him caught up in this monster hunting nonsense.

Bratty Steve arrives in town, and Billy is somewhat interested in this new kid and what he has to offer until he starts to steal his attention away. They have their little pissing contest with Steve coming out on top because Billy refuses to fight him, but Billy can’t be bothered with picking up the pieces of his social life because Max says the monsters are back and she’s making him take her and her friends out to some junkyard and shit.

The summer of ‘85 rolls around, Billy’s been officially kicked out by Neil for being a mooch and his friends have all abandoned ship for the new Cali boy who stole his thunder, but honestly, he doesn’t really care because he’s got a super cool new best friend working at Scoops anyways, and he’s pretty sure they’re done with the monsters.

But then Steve, who is working as a lifeguard and who Billy bumps into after a party, gets flayed, and Billy is the one that’s concerned, because Steve’s friends aren’t really loyal nor do the kids know or care about him. The stuff with the Russians goes mostly (emphasis on mostly) ignored because Billy’s making the kids help him with Steve, but they aren’t able to get the mind flayer out of Steve because a distraction with Dustin trying to handle the transmission himself comes up.

In the end at the battle of Starcourt, Billy decides to try to step in because he was supposed to be taking responsibility for Steve, and he’s screwed everything else up and he realizes in another world, they could’ve been friends, so he tries to push Steve out of the way. They both catch a couple of the little stabs and they definitely still need medical attention but nobody get impaled so they all live!

[birbleafs]

[fic] A Much Ado About (PSI)oulmates

Series: Saiki Kusuo no Ψ-nan || The Disastrous Life of Saiki K. Rating: T Genre: Humour, Breaking The Fourth Wall Character(s): Saiki Kusuo, Aiura Mikoto, Satou Hiroshi, Akechi Touma, Toritsuka Reita Warnings: None, save for canon-typical shenanigans Summary:  Aiura decides to combine her divination abilities with Kusuo’s powers for a super special comedic segment on Affinity Levels. Fic can also be read on AO3 _______

Excerpt taken from clairvoyant Dame Mata-Mata’s advert for Amazing Psychic Services:

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Anyone who would believe such clandestine and shady offerings isn’t just a fool but a complete buffoon, Kusuo scoffs impassively at the flyer before him. This is definitely worse than the underhanded brand marketing on children’s TV shows.

“They’re a total noob at it, fer sure!” Aiura says, leaning in too close and posing next to Kusuo as she takes a wefie with her phone. “Like sure, the concept of twin flames and soulmates ain’t new, but to claim everyone has half a soul yearning to get jiggy with its other missing half for life-long bliss is like, a gross oversimplification.” I don’t really care to be honest, Kusuo deadpans. He stares sullenly at how Aiura’s arm is still wrapped around his; she offers him a cheeky grin and a peace sign, snapping yet another wefie before she finally slides away to the opposite seat. “Soulmates just have more natural affinity for each other,” Aiura says, batting her eyelashes at him coyly. “But just like with everything, it doesn’t mean you don’t need to put in any effort to make it work! Hey, speaking of which—the author has a super special birthday tradition where she writes and/or posts up a new story, so this fanfic can totally be about Affinity Meters, right?!” Don’t know what you’re going on about and still don’t actually care, Kusuo retorts, shoving a spoonful of coffee jelly into his mouth as he resolutely tries to enjoy his Sunday afternoon. But Aiura persists, easily breaking the fourth wall to elaborate further: “Just like how Kusuo can use the Affection Meter to quantify a person’s love for another, today we’ll combine Kusuo’s telepathy and my own divination abilities to measure soulmate compatibility via Affinity Levels! So, without further ado, let’s go, let’s goooo!” Aiura, no, Kusuo groans in quiet despair. “Miko-chan, YES!” Aiura whoops, fist-pumping the prologue away as the scene fades out. _______

i.

Satou Hiroshi

Conventional. Moderate. Regular. Behold the quintessential stock background character, the pinnacle of normality—Satou Hiroshi. Standing at a height of 169.9 centimeters and weighing at precisely 61.0 kilograms—the exact national average of a healthy sixteen-year-old Japanese male—he is the gold standard, the epitome of normal. It’s a shame then that few recognize Satou-kun’s remarkable ordinariness, Kusuo muses, watching said background character ambling down the sidewalk with an approving smile. Nevertheless, perhaps that may be to my benefit. Surely our Affinity Levels must be pretty high; after all, we’re both normal and regular high-school teens who do not stand out much— “I don’t think using your powers to make yourself inconspicuous counts though,” Aiura says as she glances over Kusuo’s shoulder, puzzled at his fixation on someone so… well, boring. Kusuo isn’t even listening. We both have regular aspirations and hobbies, seeking only to live peaceful days! “Funnily, I now remember peeking at Normal-kun’s fortune for Hii-chan. And get this, his biggest dream is being on stage as a rock star! Like seriously, how typical can he get?” —So, taking into consideration all of the above, Kusuo presses on, undeterred by Aiura’s commentary, surely we would hit it off as friends with optimal affinity levels! “Uhm, Kusuo?” Aiura nudges him with her elbow, pointing at the meter hovering beside them. “Not to be a wet blanket and all, but the Affinity Meter started running again as you were waxing lyrical earlier, so now it’s showing that Normal-kun and your Affinity Levels are like, really just two stars at best.” She leans forward, squinting at the screen. “Simply because he thinks you’re okay but still a bit of a weirdo. Dayum, the nerve of this twerp!” Kusuo stares wordlessly at her for a beat, slack-jawed. A-Ahyuu…?

Affinity Level: ☆☆ _______

 ii.

Akechi Touma

“It pains me to have to do this,” Aiura lets out a dramatic sigh. “But since Childhood Friends is a pretty popular trope in animanga, and therefore in fanfiction, I guess there’s no avoiding it.” Kusuo scowls, not liking where this is heading at all. It can totally be avoided. We can just avoid talking about it altogether. “Is that you, Kusuo-kun?” Akechi says as he suddenly appears at Kusuo’s side, curiosity in his eyes. “Oh, I see Aiura-san is here as well. I couldn’t help but notice how you two were standing and talking together so I thought I should come say hello, even though I was rather hesitant at first. I didn’t want to abruptly barge into your conversation, you see, as that would have been awfully rude, and I certainly don’t wish for you to think of me as rude, Kusuo-kun.” Yet here you are barging in anyway, blathering on incessantly like a runaway freight train, Kusuo remarks drily. “Well, I couldn’t help but overhear the mention of Affinity Levels,” Akeichi beams as he continues, unfazed by the jibe. “And I can’t say my curiosity isn’t the least bit piqued, even if I have little to no real interest or belief in the notion of soulmates. In fact, the existence of an actual soul remains debatable in scientific circles—” Exasperated, Aiura tries to interject. “Since you ain’t all that interested, mind if you just zip those lips for like five minutes? My hair’s gone all frizzy from the heat of your endless jabbering!” “However, these debates on the existence of the soul had also been instrumental to the understanding of the anatomy and physiology of the human body—” “Oh my God, please just stop yapping for ONE sec—!!” Aiura shrieks, tugging at her curls in frustration. She accidentally kicks the Affinity Meter to start running, and the lights blink and flash in a rapid blur before the meter gradually slows down to display four bright stars upon its screen. There’s a beat; the trio leans forward, staring at the meter in awkward silence. Kusuo’s brows are furrowed at the unexpected results; he shrugs it off as a fluke. Clearly there’s some technical issue with Affinity Meter (never mind that the meter works, in part, based on Aiura’s divination abilities, which have, to date, always been accurate). There’s just no way Akechi could ever beat Satou-kun on that scale, he’s too much of an abnormal— But Aiura is already moving forward, reaching out to grasp Akechi’s hand in a firm handshake. “Aiura-san? Is there something…?” She acknowledges Akechi’s curious gaze with a curt nod. “All right, I can’t deny it any longer. Not with that impressive detective aura of yours and with results like that on both Kusuo and my own Affinity Meter.” Oi, oi. Don’t start spouting weird nonsense now, Miss Abnormal! “All right, Akeinu! I hereby deem you a worthy rival in the fight to stand as Kusuo’s trusted sidekick!” “Oho! You’ve even given me a cutesy nickname as acknowledgment! I must say I’m quite flattered, Aiura-san.” How about I side-kick both of you out of my life right now? Kusuo sighs, mildly perturbed by this unexpected turn of events.

Affinity Level: ☆☆☆☆ _______

iii.

Toritsuka Reita

…… …… …… What, did you seriously think Toritsuka was getting a proper scene? He’s already way too pathetic. NEXT— “W-wait, did you just cut my scene?!” Toritsuka shrieks from the void like a headless chicken. “Don’t just write me off, Saiki-saaan!!” —Saiki exits stage left, pursuing normalcy. “And don’t just narrate yourself out!!”

Affinity Level: N.A. _______

iv. Aiura Mikoto

“At first glance, you might think we make for an odd couple,” Aiura says with a coquettish smile. “And how it seems absolutely cray that we could get along. Or like, that we don’t mesh just ‘cause our personalities clash way too much or somethin’.” She chuckles at the notion, running perfectly manicured nails through her luscious locks. “I mean, it’s obvs only those inexperienced with the inner workings of the heart would think that. Because opposites attract, y’know? It’s the push-pull dynamism between us that spices things up! Like two tango dancers stirring up a flame on the dance floor—it keeps things refreshing and exciting, but still comforting and familiar in the end, like sharing a nice, warm bath at the end of the day, or cuddling up together at the sofa, feeding each other spoons of dessert…” Aiura pauses, blushing when she catches sight of the Affinity Meter fluttering gently by her shoulder, at the line of stars glowing from the screen, a beacon of reassurance of their status as soulmates. She turns towards Kusuo, suddenly self-conscious as she tucks a stray lock of hair behind her ear. “Say, Kusuo… How about we head to that nice dessert buffet together and—” Only to realize she had been practically talking to thin air all this time. “H-Huh?! Aww, gimme a break! Where did you run off to this time, Kusuooo?!”

Affinity Level: ☆☆☆☆☆ _______ v.

Coffee Jelly

Good grief—finally some peace and quiet. Kusuo sighs as he leans back into the leather seat of his booth, in a nondescript cafe far away from his usual annoyances. He dips a spoon into his dessert bowl, lifting a dark sliver of coffee jelly to his mouth, and smiles in absolute contentment. There’s a soft whirr, and then a ping from somewhere below. He flicks a furtive gaze at the Affinity Meter hovering at the empty space beside him, curious despite himself. The endless line of glowing stars are probably a bit much, but he smiles anyway at the screen. Huh. I guess it works after all.

Affinity Level: ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

—End— _______ Notes:

It’s tradition for myself to spend my birthday writing and/or sharing a new fic (happy birthday to me!! lol). I also had this sitting in my draft for way too long and decided to kick myself to finish it. Apologies for any typoes/errors.

Comments and critique are always welcomed for my fics—I'd like to hear what you think, if you've enjoyed this! Thanks for reading :)

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[rxsie-the-demon]

Brooklyn Baby | JJ  Maybank

SERIES MASTERLIST

A/N: heyo! so i haven’t written fanfic in FOREVER, and i never have on tumblr. so please be patient with me (haha). this is gonna be a series, basically everything that i want (dreamed?) about that happens in season 2 of outerbanks. i hope you enjoy!

chapter summary: Nikki Reddy is new to Outer Banks High School, aka ‘Kook Academy.’ After befriending Topper, Kelce, and Scarlet and getting a crash course on OBX culture, she meets the school outcast, Kiara Carrera

warning: swearing, mentions of drowning, shooting, death, smoking, etc. nothing super bad, just usual stuff from s1

word count: 2075

CHAPTER 1: Shades of Cool

I honestly had no idea what was going through my brother’s head when he decided to say, “Fuck it, let’s move to the Outer Banks.” In the middle of the school year. In the winter!

Like, he could’ve at LEAST waited ‘til the summer or spring. But nope, we’re going to the Graveyard of the Atlantic in fucking January.

JANUARY.

I can’t even wear cute sandals or shorts.

I sighed deeply and turned into the parking lot of Outer Banks High School, or as some kid I heard called it, Kook Academy. I have no idea what that was supposed to mean because no one at the school seemed crazy. But then again, this was my third day here. For all I know, these kids are batshit crazy.

I parked her white Lamborghini Aventador that I had gotten for my sixteenth birthday (just Sweet Sixteen things) and grabbed my pink Kanken backpack and flung it over my shoulder, brushing her shoulder lengthed hair out of my way. Stupid hair always getting in the way of everything. While I walked into the building, I pulled her schedule out of the pocket of the bag, not remembering where my AP US History class was.

“Nikki! Hi!” I heard a girl’s voice call out. Turning around, I was met with the energetic, and for a lack of a better word, preppy girl who was assigned to show me around the school two days ago. Scarlet, I remembered. The girl whose name matched her hair. Next to her, the tall, HOT, tan blonde friend wearing khakis and a sweater, and the other boy, also tall, equally hot, dark-skinned friend. Topper and Kelce, was it? I couldn’t remember. Or was it Topher, like Christopher? I knew a guy who went by Topher instead of Chris. He was a weird guy.

“Hey! Scarlet, right? And...Topper and Kelce?” I gave them a sheepish grin. “Sorry, I suck with names.”

“No, it’s all good, broski,” Topper smiled. “And you got them right if that makes it better.”

I sighed with relief. “Oh, good.”

“I LOVE your dress,” Scarlet cooed. I did too. A yellow plaid cami dress over a thin, white turtleneck sweater, complete with white converse and a simple silver necklace with an ‘Om’ symbol.

“Aw, thank you! I love your outfit, too! I could never rock a green tube top and jeans, you’re BLESSED.”

“We should start walking to class, guys,” Kelce interjected, “Otherwise we’re going to be late, and Miss Newbie here doesn’t need that on her third day of school.” Topper rolled his eyes and laughed.

“Facts, love. Let’s get a move on,”

As we turned to walk to class, we passed by this girl whose rather dull aura caught my attention. I only saw part of her face when we walked by her, but she had sunken eyes as if she hadn’t had a good night’s sleep in who knows how long. Her frizzy brown hair was spilling out of the hood of her black sweatshirt, and her hands were stuffed in the pockets of her black sweatpants.

Honestly? I thought she looked like shit. But not in an insulting way, in an “Are you ok? Do you need a hug?” kind of way.

“Hey, Top,” I turned next to him to asked, “Who’s the girl in all black that looks like she’s gonna pass out?”

The three OBX OGs spun their heads around to catch a glimpse of who I was talking about, before letting out a laugh at her question. “Ah, that’s Kiara. She’s a freak.” Top responded, chuckling.

I smiled sarcastically, a little mad that they outright insulted someone like that, but couldn’t show it because, well, I had no other friends. “True, but uh, how so?”

“She’s friends with Pogues, that’s how.”

“...Pogues?”

“The poor kids on the island, from The Cut. They’re all freaks and whores, they run around, stealing stuff, trying to shoot people.” Scarlet chirped up, emphasizing the different words. I nodded slowly.

“Yeah! This one Pogue, John B, like, he stole my girlfriend, uh sorry, EX-girlfriend from me, and his buddy JJ tried to shoot me in the head!” Topper exclaimed. Nikki’s eyes went wide.

“Wait...hold up, wait, he- WHAT? WHY did he try to shoot you?”

“I got into a fight with John B.”

“OK BUT THAT DOESN’T MEAN HE’S GONNA- WHAT?”

“OK OK, I may have stuck his head underwater for a bit. I wasn’t gonna KILL him, I was just messing around, you know?” Topper looked at Kelce and Scarlet, who agreed with him, “Gotta show those dirty Pogues their place.”

I laughed dryly. What the flying fuck?

We stepped inside the classroom and took our seats, with me right behind Scarlet, and Topper and Kelce on either side of her.

Scarlett spun around. “Bro, our teacher isn’t even here!” She rolled her eyes and pulled out her Puff Bar from her bar and took a hit. She looked over at me and held it out for me. I shook my head no and turned to Topper. “Wait, Topper, that ex-girlfriend. Does she go here?”

Kelce and Scarlet immediately looked over at Topper, who looked like I just ran over his cat. 

“Oh I’m sorry,” I immediately apologized. “I shouldn’t have asked about-”

“No, no, it’s ok,” Top said awkwardly and coughed. He turned to face me with a sad smile. “Uh, remember how I mentioned she’d left me for some Pogue?”

“John something, yea?”

“Well, he killed her and himself, about six months ago.”

My jaw dropped. “What the fuck?! How are you so casual about- Shit I’m so sorry.”

“Yeah, he shot the last sheriff, Sheriff Peterkins, who by all accounts was actually a sweetheart. Then he proceeds to convince Sarah, or maybe he blackmailed her, I don’t know, into riding his boat into a tropical depression. We found the wreckage of the boat a couple weeks later, but...their bodies were never found...”

“Holy fucking shit.”

“Yeah... That girl, Kiara, she was best friends with both John B and Sarah. John B was, by all accounts, trash, but he was still her friend, I guess.”

I nodded slowly, trying to process all the information Topper had just dumped onto me.

Despite my extremely wealthy upbringing, I was raised to not be classist. Or at least, I hope that’s how I turned out; Scarlet, Topper, and Kelce also don’t seem like the most honest people. But these...Pogues that they were talking about...don’t seem like the sweet people.

But something about that girl’s eyes...they seemed so sad. You don’t feel for someone like that unless they’re a good person. Right?

*****************************************************

Our teacher was droning off about...gosh who even fucking knows, I stopped paying attention the second he walked in.

I was on autopilot mode, taking down notes but not, like, actually paying attention. Instead, my mind was on these really cute boots I saw while online window shopping yesterday. I had bookmarked the link. Maybe I’d buy those?

“Nikhita!” My teacher called out. Hearing my first name, I snapped back to reality.

“Hi!” I smiled back. The class chuckled a bit.

Mr. Obi, a Nigerian man with the biggest glasses I’ve ever seen, rolled his eyes. “Hello. Did you hear what I said?”

“Not at all, sir, not at all.”

Topper and Scarlet were losing their minds; the former had to put his head down on his desk because he was laughing so hard.

He sighed and shoved his glasses up his nose. They slid down again. “I asked you what was the impact of the election of 1860?”

Shit shit shit shit shit

“Uh...wait, we want to war? Yea, that, like, started the Civil War.” I said, thankful I knew the answer. Mr. Obi was unimpressed.

“Mhm. Anyway, so...” and he continued to drone off.

Topper turned to me, smiling, and we both laughed.

As the lesson went on, I kept glancing at the clock. Ok, 45 minutes left, which means we’re halfway through class.

Mr. Obi kept going on and on about the Civil War, until, 15 minutes later, a little alarm went off on his phone. He turned and pressed the ‘Stop’ button.

“Right on time. Ok, so, I shortened today’s lesson because I wanted to talk about your project. Nikhita, you got here two days ago, the first day back from winter break, so you have no idea what I’m talking about, and I’m sure most of your classmates have forgotten. So I’ll refresh your memories: the second semester of U.S History is not going to the usual. You’re going to have a semester-long project that can be about anything. Literally anything, so long as it has something to do with either world history or current events. Yes, I know this is a United States history class, but we expanded this project to make it more interesting for you guys..”

Mr. Obi stopped for a second, looking at all of us. I nodded, partially because I felt bad because everyone was just giving him black stares, and because I found this project interesting.

“Now, in the past years, I left my classes to choose their partners or groups. But before the break, I’m sure you all remember the catastrophe that was your mini-project, yes?”

The class mumbled something incoherent, except for the boys in the back of the class who started cheering, which made our teacher smile.

“Well, because of that, I’ve decided to choose your partners for you. Well, more like the Pyramid of Doom.”

The Pyramid of Doom. This mini pyramid statue that has a little opening on the top, with all of our names in them.

Mr. Obi opened the Pyramid and began. I stayed quiet, listening to see who I was going to be paired with. Hopefully one of my three friends, or maybe one of the boys in the back. They’re cute.

When my name was called, I leaned forward to pay attention. The intensity, the suspense. Who was gonna be my partner?

Mr. Obi stuck his hand in the Pyramid and pulled out the next piece of paper. “Kiara Carrera.”

My eyes went wide.

******************************************************

“So, you excited to be partners with the freak for class,” Topper asked, taking a bite of his pasta. I laughed sarcastically.

Outer Banks High School has an A/B schedule, which means third block is two hours instead of 90 minutes, and everyone has a different lunch at a different time, depending on their class. On A days, I have lunch with Topper and some other kids. On B days, I’m by myself.

Today’s an A day.

“It’ll be fine. She doesn’t seem that bad.” I turned to my left to face him, popping a grape into my mouth. Yum. I love grapes.

“Yea, just wait ‘til you get to know her,” this boy across from us said. “She’s so weird. She hates being a Kook. Like, she never goes golfing.”

“Or shopping!” One girl piped up. “She just likes to sit at the beach and surf, and smoke weed and stuff.”

“Well, that sounds fun,” I shrugged. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, I love going to country clubs, and shopping, and going out to get breakfast, but I love chillin’ at the beach. Maybe she just has different interests?”

“Ok, that’s fine,” Topper stated, “but she’s friends with Pogues. And not just any Pogues - John B Routledge, JJ Maybank, and Pope Heyward.”

“Ok, but like, one of them’s dead. Look, I’m all for holding people accountable for their actions, but...bro, stop tryna cancel a dead dude,” I laughed. Topper punched my arm, and I winced jokingly.

He wrapped an arm around my waist, and I blushed a bit. Topper’s cute, definitely, and I like the attention, but I knew what was going on. Sarah Cameron, the dead girl, was this school’s Queen, with Topper as King. He’s looking for a replacement, not an actual girlfriend.

But...I liked the attention. I put my head on his shoulder.

“Hey, so, my friend Rafe’s 20th birthday party is this Friday. He’s a family friend and I would love it if you’d join me at the party.”

I turned to look at him, debating whether or not I wanted to go to some rando’s birthday party. But Topper knows him, and it seems like everyone else does, too.

“Sure,” I smiled. “Why not.

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chapter two

[natsunoomoi]

Short Respite

Working a lot lately and this last week was the first in a month that I got to go to my regular classroom instead of doing coverage. Then after finishing that classroom I had a four day weekend. Today is the end of day 2 of said 4 day weekend. The first day wasn't very productive. I slept a lot and gamed a lot. Today was moreso in that I left my house and I got a haircut finally after like...two years? I was going to get it cut last year, but you know, pandemic. So then my hair was like super long and it was starting to hurt my neck with the weight. So I got it cut and it's about to my shoulder now. The cut in the back is maybe a bit too straight, but whatever cuz I'm going to have it in a ponytail most of the time and it's just to try to get rid of some of the weight. I usually get straightening, but this was a walk-in fit me in kind of thing, so I only got a cut just to relieve the neck pain. Hair's a bit frizzy and poofy, but I think it'll be fine.

While I was out, I also got a massage cuz I needed it BADLY. I haven't gone in like two years, but also because I've had a lot of coverage business trips, I've had to carry a lot of stuff with me for the last month and my shoulders and neck are just in general pain from that too. The rest of my body probably hurt a bit too, but I didn't notice it so much until during the massage when I realized that some parts of my body were tighter than I thought. I did 60 minutes because I wanted a bit of work on it, but at the same time for my body right now it's maybe not quite enough. My shoulders are a lot less tight than before, but still has some tightness cuz you know, stress and it's been a long time.

While they were working on me though, I was thinking about the nature of massage and like in IRL modern times, massage is like one of the only remnants left of cultivation belief back in the day. Even more Westernized massage therapists I've been to tend to use the meridian points and other things in order to target areas to treat for pain and that's based off of Chinese accupuncture/accupressure. My Dad was trying to pivot into the profession, but he was working as a field tech at an office solutions company. He studied it though and treated my grandma and used to give me massages too because I've had on/off chronic neck and back pain since high school. The thing is though, while Westerners take from it the points as places to work the muscles and such, for Chinese people back in the day, doing massage or accupressure or even accupuncture work was also work with qi. Like you see some of it in xianxia cultivation novels and stuff, but like if you want to see it in real life practice, get a massage. The thing is though, the Chinese belief was that you're putting in your qi which presumably is good and such because you practice your own wellness, but also you're taking away the bad qi in the person you're working on that's also causing them pain. The chart for the points is very similar to the circulatory system and the idea is that you're trying to increase bloodflow to certain areas by applying pressure, but like just applying that effort is considered to be a kind of focusing your qi.

This was a kind of thing I thought about for a long time even before I started reading cultivation novels because my Dad told me about it. He told me that practitioners generally have to be careful because of the fact that you're also taking the bad qi from the other person that comes from their stress or whatever that is causing the pain that lead them to ask for treatment. Afterward you're supposed to do exercises or something yourself so as to get rid of that bad qi you took on or absorbed and let it out into the world, but also if you're not careful it can make you sick or something too. This is a kind of thing that's kind of implied in some cultivation novels, but like I just remember it from my Dad telling me because I remembered it when he passed away and how every time I was home I had him work on my neck or back because it hurt. At the time he passed I hadn't been home in months so if that was a thing, it probably wasn't any of mine that did anything to his health. But a small part of my brain always wondered if something of mine from all the times he worked on my back stuck to him and that helped his health to take a dip. It probably wasn't that, but I also wondered if he was stressed by my being estranged from my sister.

I'm now estranged from her again because she has a habit of letting her friends treat me like shit and I'm just done with putting up with it, but like it's like the same then as it is now, which is the problem because she didn't learn anything at all.

But that's a tangent, and basically when I was having the massage I was just thinking about what my Dad told me and about how after not getting one for like two years because of being busy and the pandemic and going today because it actually really hurt it just suddenly felt better to get something done. If it's a real thing, then it's like a lot of qi that was more negative had been stored up and I got rid of it. And like immediately after my neck and shoulders cracked and then after I got my haircut it cracked some more. It felt nice to get so much relief. I think the lady could tell though exactly which side needed more work too because she focused a lot on the left side. I think I gestured to my left side, but she also maybe noticed by bag strap is on that shoulder too? If not, then that side did feel tighter to me, so maybe she could just tell from how stiff it was. But yeah, I was just thinking about it and it just seemed prudent to just get a whole body care session because like when there's stress in one part of the body other parts like balance to try to make up for it or you like shift your weight and stuff. Things are connected and you can tell from the point chart that's true, but also it's like just logical when you think about how the body moves. Like every part is not an island and everything is doing something to make up for balance and gravity and such. It's like reaching down and touching your toes, but because you're doing that and changing your center of gravity your butt tends to stick out. So yeah, just thinking a lot about the connectedness during my session.

[troop-scoop]

About my mental health and this asshole im about to talk about

The background:

Ever since I was really little I was bullied by the kids who were in my grade, or even above or below me, for things like my hair, skin, looks, to my emotions, and the things I liked. 

Due to this, I developed anxiety, depression and mental health problems, I also have a huge trust issues and self confidence issues in everything about me. 

I didn’t have many friends growing up, and because i’m a girl my ADHD went undiagnosed for a really long time, which worsened my depression and anxiety. I had people who said they’d be there for me, but when things got bad, they dipped. So I have problems with abandonment.

The school system FAILD me terribly. I was on the 504 plan and it never helped. Teachers were never patient with me, telling me that I didn’t have ADHD because I was a girl and ‘it only affects little boys.’ those are the words of my English teacher senior year of high school. They never understood that I was truly trying, but that I needed more help. They never gave it to me. 

In short, I have a lot of trust issues, confidence issues, anxiety, depression, and ADHD which makes it hard to function a lot of the time compared to others who can easily be confident in their writing, edit it, format things for it to be understandable, post it and be proud of the work. 

That is in no way saying that my mutuals on here who write have it easy, no writer does, and not every writer is completely confident in their writing, and I’m in no way saying I have it worse, but it does take me longer. 

The asshole:

I started my blog back in either freshman year or sophomore year of high school, I don’t remember, but I remember being 15, and the first thing I ever posted (Which you can no longer find) was about a video game that I was having a lot of fun playing because I just got it as a gift from my sister. 

Almost immediately tumblr became my safe space, because I could escape life, and the fact that I was practically fighting with my parents to go to therapy because I was having suicidal thoughts, and I knew I needed to get help. 

I wasn’t very active on this blog, occasionally reposting stuff and very rarely making my own posts. But in late 2018 I changed my blog to make it GOT themed, and this is when I had my first brush with an anon who was really rude about the fic I was writing at the time that I was super proud of. They made fun of how it wasn’t edited, and how it was bad. 

I ignored it. 

and the anon continued. Always leaving the initial ‘j’ like some fucking game from Pretty Little Liars. 

And I took a break in early 2019 from tumblr for ‘social anxiety’ when it was really this asshole who told me no one wanted me on here. I always deleted and ignored the asks. 

They persisted after I came back, and my mental health plummeted even more, but I had like two mutuals then who I didn’t say anything to, but who were nice to me, and I liked posting the chapters of my fic.

Then I redid my blog again to be ST related. This fucking asshole followed, but I didn’t know that for awhile. A few months ago I posted a picture that is now deleted, of myself. 

My hair was frizzy because I have curly/wavy hair that I brushed out, the lighting was wack because it was 9 pm, and I talked about how I irritated my skin to the point where smiling hurt. My skin was red, puffy and dry and I felt comfortable enough to share that, and the fact that I have really sensitive skin. 

These are the asks I received soon after. 

I kept these, as well as one other that I JUST received. 

The ability to stoop so fucking low to someone’s looks, is cruel. I have no control over how my face turned out, or the fact that I can’t use certain brands on my skin because it’s sensitive. I have dealt with this type of shit since I was little, and I’m not gonna put up with it anymore. 

Listen, you little cunt bitch, I know you’re reading this, and this:

Is unacceptable, and rude, and it does hurt, I’m not gonna lie. But you know what? Therapy helped me, and I know how to deal with a fucking bully now, I know how to stand up for myself. 

You’re hiding behind anon, and if you want one more ask, I will turn anon asks off, which is unfair to every person who has valid reasons for going on anon, like being too nervous or anxious or whatever the fuck to talk to me or request things. 

Remember the time you made fun of me because I posted a drawing on here? A sketch of Max Mayfield? remember you called me lazy for not being able to write? 

I’m not a fucking printer, I’m a human being, I have feelings and emotions, I have other interests than putting my words into pixels, and drawing is a huge coping mechanism, I use it to relieve stress, and it helps with my ADHD and anxiety, allowing me to feel more at ease, and not like I need to be working on something or running/hiding. 

Remember when You told me I should kill myself? Or when you said I was probably fat because I talked about wanting to lose weight back in 2019? Right well, I don’t owe you an explanation as to why I wanted to lose weight, or why I don’t proof read/ edit, or why I put ‘more’ effort into my drawings that my writing. 

Do it again, asshole, I fucking dare you, I will turn off anon and then you wouldn’t have just ruined anon privileges for people who need it, but you’ll no longer be able to do shit, and the moment I see an ask with a real username signed ‘j’ I will report you, and block you, as well as @ you on this post so others know to steer clear of your hateful ass. 

Learn not to be a major cunt, - Amollia​ Or Molly :)

[angel-deux-writes]

for the fic meme thing, and here I hope no one has asked this: 1, 17, 26, 28 :'D

I had barely any time yesterday for this, so I’m finishing these off now! Be prepared for a long one!

1. Describe your comfort zone—a typical you-fic.

My comfort zone is probably Season 8 canon divergences, at this point. The easiest things I’ve ever written for this pairing have been my “we should kind of forget about season 8″ series stories. They always flow the best, and they’re the quickest to finish once I actually get rolling. There’s a certain amount of bitterness still left in me after Season 8, and so it’s easy to take little jabs at it and keep the tone light and fun even when I’m working with some angsty plots. 

I also never thought I’d say this, but: high school/college AUs for Jaime/Brienne are really comfortable for me, too. I mean it’s a tested and true formula: ugly girl and handsome guy. Except Brienne is actually ugly and not just “cute but weird” or wildly unpopular because she has glasses and slightly frizzy hair? I love playing with that!

17. Do you write your story from start to finish, or do you write the scenes out of order?

Start to finish, absolutely. I tend to flesh out the plot beforehand, so I don’t even do much rearranging once the story is actually done!

26. Do you beta yourself? If so, what kind of beta are you?

Does this just mean do I edit my own works? Because yes lmao. I’m very self-critical. I’m an editor irl (technical editor, so like the most boring form of editor), so I tend to be really rigorous with my editing. I write on my phone, so the formatting is all wack and I’m not super careful with typos (especially since I just got a new phone for the first time in 4 years, so my typing is all off!!). My editing schedule is therefore: 

1st Pass: format in Word, fix super glaring typos from my clumsy fingers typing on my phone

2nd Pass: content edit. This is typically the most intense edit. This is where I fix story issues or add scenes when I realize that I’m not clear enough with something/want to add more detail. This typically adds a LOT of words to my process (HCM was 197k at the end of the first draft, and it got to almost 300k during the second pass)

3rd Pass: Phone Edit. I typically download the whole story onto Word on my phone (or, with HCM, a few chapters at a time, because otherwise the scrolling is impossible because it’s sO LONG). I’ll read through the chapter and add MORE detail, MORE content. Usually this is just spicing things up a little bit, adding some variety or some humor or more details. Or jazzing up my sentences/rewording things that feel stale or boring. The brief flashback scene in HCM where Robb thinks about he, Sansa, Theon, and Jon playing in the godswood was a Phone Edit addition. I’ve found that editing it on my phone helps because I typically read fic on my phone, and sometimes the change of medium does wonders for my edits (this is why I typically print out drafts of my novels to read them on paper after I’ve done a computer edit, but i’m not doing that for fic! So the phone it is). 

4th/5th pass: sometimes only a 4th is needed, but on occasion I go for a 5th. Most HCM chapters get a 5th pass, because anxiety, and I think Two Halves had a lot of 5th passes as well. 5th pass is typically if I’ve received feedback for earlier in the story, and I read the Phone Edit and realize that I “need” to incorporate the feedback into the 4th edit. So I add/alter whatever scenes I need to, and then I give myself a few days and then re-read the chapter for a 5th edit so I can make sure it’s fine. Whichever is the last edit, I read aloud to myself, and then I post it when I’m satisfied. The Robb + Jon scene at the end of the last chapter was altered due to feedback, so it only went through the 5th pass, and I think it definitely shows. I was eager to get the chapter up and announce the hiatus so I could relax lmao. 

28. Share three of your favorite fic writers and why you like them so much.

Oh god, okay

@agirlnamedkeith writes stories that I’m always almost immediately invested in (usually because she mentions them ahead of time, so i’m already frothing at the mouth for them by the time she posts!) We also have a lot of the same vibes and a lot of the same opinions, so sometimes it’s like “oh wow she’s writing this SPECIFICALLY FOR ME SOMEHOW”

@slipsthrufingers, despite bullying me about the one time I made the best of a horrible choice between two men, and despite having read my old fic 10 years ago, is another one of my faves. She excels at both humor and softness, which are my two favorite things, and I get sucked into her chapters so easily, and can picture everything so vividly! I’m not even usually a “visual reader”, if that’s even a thing, but with her stories I always am. 

@ddagent‘s longer fics are genius, and the speed and gut-punching quality to her prompts means that I can read them quickly at work and get a quick boost of that serotonin. One thing I like about my own fic habits in this fandom is that I’ve covered a lot of different AUs, so imagine how much I love the variety of her catalog! There’s something for everyone there. Lord Commander Jaime is a particular favorite, but I will never shut up about those Secret Santa kids.

ask me questions! 

[cosmicbug379]

I - The last time I felt jealous, and why.J - Are you insecure. What about?

Okay I don't know when this sent but I totally forgot I posted that brutal honesty post and was confused for a solid like 30 seconds at least. I'm sorry this took me so long and I'm sorry I'm an idiot 😂😂

I-the last time I felt jealous, and why

So my best friend and I are close. I used to hang out with her every week and we would text almost non stop all day every day, it was great. Back in like September I think, of last year (gods 2019 feels so long ago it's only been 6 months) she got a boyfriend. Which is not a bad thing! I was very happy for her! They're happy together and he's a really nice guy! My problem was that she started talking to me less, and when we hung out it didn't feel like as much fun because she was always either talking about him or waiting for him to text her. Which is normal I guess. Except when she was with him she wouldn't talk to me at all. Like not one text the entire weekend they were together. And sometimes we couldn't hang out because "well he wants to do something" but that was the only day I could see her and he got entire weekends. He got invited to her family birthday thing and I didn't. Sure we went to dinner and hung out just the two of us the day after, but she told me I couldn't go on her birthday because it was just family but he got to go and they had only been dating like a month or two. Then in February the weekend of Valentine's Day was when it got bad. We hung out the day before, but it wasn't a normal hang out. We usually get dinner then go hang out at her house and watch TV. But we only got dinner. And then after that she didn't speak to me for 6 days in a row. 6 days and not 1 single text. Even when I would text her and ask if everything was okay or I would send her memes that reminded me of her. I cried every day that week. The only reason she texted me on the 7th day was because I was finally like "dude I'm WORRIED about you. Please just tell me you're okay." and then a few other things happened. And I was jealous. Not because I was like, in love with her, but because she's my best friend and it seemed like she didn't want to talk to me or spend time with me anymore. I was jealous because she was paying attention to her boyfriend and not me.

We're great now! We talked about it and I told her how I was feeling and she told me that I had said some stuff to hurt her and I apologized and she apologized and we talked and we still don't text as much as we used to, because we're both adults and we're busy and have jobs and stuff, and we haven't really been able to hang out because, you know, there's a pandemic going on, but we're so much better now. We check in with each other and we know where the boundaries are and stuff.

Sorry that was really long. Long story short last time I was jealous was about February and I was jealous because I thought my friend didn't want to hang out with me because of her boyfriend, but now we're great and no one is mad anymore and everything is good!

J-Are you insecure? What about?

OH BOY. Okay so in an effort to not go into the rabbit hole of just why Kylie hates herself we're going to keep this short and not too many details and also I know it's not part of it, but I'm gonna mention some things I like about myself too so I don't spiral or something.

Yes. I'm very insecure. I'm the biggest nerd on the planet and I'm proud of it now, but I got made fun of for it in school (mostly Jr. High/middle school). I'm also insecure about my smile because I've always since I was a little kid been terrible at remembering to brush my teeth (still am, but I'm getting better. ADHD is fun lmao) so my teeth are not very white. I still have them, but I'm self conscious about how they're not white and also I chew gum a lot because even when I do brush my teeth I'm afraid people will make fun of me for bad breath. The thing I'm most insecure about is my weight. And I'm not like super crazy overweight, and I know it's also not an indication of health, my entire family (both my mom's side and my dad's side) has always had trouble losing weight with just like eating right and exercising. But it's still something that makes me insecure? I have big thighs and arms and I kind of have a double chin and wide hips and my boobs cause me back problems sometimes, but the thing I hate the most is my belly. It's chubby and it hangs over my pants if I don't where high rise/high waisted pants and I just hate how chubby I am. And I know it shouldn't bother me. And I know it's just because society sucks a lot and I shouldn't tie it to my self worth, but here I am 🙃. I'm afraid no one is going to love me, because every thing I see everywhere that has to do with romance is just skinny people. Even if the guy isn't super buff and stuff, the woman is and I know I shouldn't let it hurt me, but when you see it all the time from childhood on its frustrating. I'm getting better though!

And I don't hate myself completely! I love my tattoos! And I like my hair! Even if it is frustrating and frizzy and annoying sometimes. And I am really good at math and singing! I'm smart! And I try to be nice to everyone and I'm working on being nicer to myself too!

[bethanthrax]

Elizabeth Nora Jones

VERY LONG POST about my OC, Beth Jones.

I found this question list here: https://www.deviantart.com/catastrotaffy/art/Blank-Character-Bio-Sheet-90733420

BASIC INFORMATION Full name: Elizabeth Nora Jones Pronunciation: Pretty self-explanatory Nickname(s) or Alias: Beth or Betty (Only Nate called her Betty, though). Gender: Cis female Species: Human Age: 34 (or 244, taking vault time into account) Birthday: 2nd September 2043 Sexuality: Pansexual Nationality: American Religion: None, though she celebrates Christmas City or town of birth: Providence, RI Currently lives: Boston, MA Languages spoken: English Native language: English Relationship Status: Married/Widowed PHYSICAL APPEARANCE Height: 5′5″

Weight: She prefers not to know… Figure/build: Full hourglass. Big up top, slender waist, shapely hips and butt, soft post-partum belly. Average-sized arms, long legs (She’d say her legs are her best feature if you asked). Hair colour: Light brown Hairstyle: Long and curly, nearly always frizzy. Usually wears it tied up with a headscarf. Facial Hairstyle: N/A Eye colour: Gray Skin/fur/etc colour: Super pale, freckly. Tattoos: None. Piercings: Just her earlobes. Scars/distinguishing marks: None really, though she broke her nose in 4th grade falling off the top of a jungle gym, and she’s been self-conscious about the little bump there since High School. Preferred style of clothing: Classic 2070′s flared dresses; she feels they flatter her figure. Frequently worn jewellery/accessories: Her engagement ring, wedding band, and simple diamond stud earrings that Nate got her when she had Shaun. HEALTH Smoker? Occasionally Drinker? Yes Recreational Drug User? Which? No Addictions: None…though she does enjoy a drink. Allergies: None Any physical ailments/illnesses/disabilities: She’s struggled with her mental health, as she and Nate had been told that she couldn’t have children.  Any medication regularly taken: None PERSONALITY Personality: If you asked her, she’d say she was an introvert. She prefers quiet nights in with a select few people, rather than big events with crowds. Tends to get suspicious when she receives attention, suspects that they have an agenda. Others find her very difficult to read - she doesn’t give much away about herself until she really trusts someone. Incredible poker face. Beth was never a ‘popular’ person; she chooses her friends very carefully, and can come off as stand-offish. However, she is very kind, almost to a fault, and sees the good in everyone; this has lead to people taking advantage of her in the past, resulting in her closed-off demeanour as she got older. Likes: Literature, poetry, art, theatre, riddles, sunny days (as long as there is shade), heavy rain (as long as there is shelter), animals, nature, food. Loves when people are polite and kind. Dislikes: Mathematics, physical exertion, people who lie, large crowds, arrogance, violence. Hates people being unnecessarily cruel and closed-minded. Fears/phobias: It happened the day the bombs fell - losing everyone she loved. The fear that she still may lose her son is what is keeping her alive. Favourite colour: Light blue Hobbies: Cooking. Beth absolutely adores making large meals, and bakes almost every day. Nate used to tell her that she was the reason he couldn’t fit into his formal jacket since they got married. One of the little things she really misses post-Vault. Taste in music: Generally prefers upbeat songs, but is pretty easy. SKILLS Talents/skills: She’s good at knowing what to say, and can fly on the seat of her pants in almost any situation. She’s a very fast learner, and will not stop practising something until she is at least capable. She’s convinced this started with the multitude of burnt/soggy/collapsed cakes she had to endure before she got good. Can figure out how things work simply by studying them (both objects and people). Intuitive and good at blending into the background when needed. Ability to drive a car? Operate any other vehicles? Beth misses her old powder-blue Corvega convertible so much. She used to take any opportunity to cruise around Boston with her big sunglasses and headscarf on, the radio chattering happily and the trees flitting past. EATING HABITS Omnivore/Carnivore/Herbivore (Vegetarian): Just…loves food. Will eat (almost) anything. Favourite food(s): Liquorice. Holy shit, the woman could decimate a bag of the stuff easily. She has to settle for Gum Drops post-vault, which don’t compare, but needs must. Favourite drink(s): Can’t function in the morning without two large, strong cups of coffee. Enjoys a beer. Disliked food(s): She hasn’t found anything she doesn’t like yet (lucky, since she never thought she’d be eating Iguana On A Stick). Disliked drink(s): Can’t stand whiskey - she get very sick one night as a teenager after drinking nearly a full bottle to herself. Just the smell turns her stomach. HOUSE AND HOME Describe the character’s house/home: Beth’s a homebody, so the house is nearly always immaculate and beautifully decorated. This is something she takes with her into the wasteland, and spends days meticulously constructing pleasant living quarters for her settlers. Do they share their home with anyone? Who? Nobody, any more. Her German Shepherd, if that counts. Significant/special belongings: Her rings and earrings; they were all picked for her by Nate and she would never part from them. She wears Nate’s wedding band on a silver chain around her neck, tucked underneath her clothes. CAREER Level of education: College graduate.

Qualifications: Law degree Current job title and description: Homemaker - she quit her job as a legal secretary after having Shaun, and surprisingly had never been happier. Name of employer: N/A COMBAT Peaceful or aggressive attitude? Peaceful. Will always attempt to diffuse a situation rather than engage in violence. Fighting skills/techniques: Honestly, she’s pretty terrible. She has bad short-range aim, and isn’t particularly strong or resilient. However, if she can find a vantage point where she’s not likely to be seen, she can pick enemies off one by one with proficiency. Tries to avoid close combat, preferring to lure enemies into a trap or snipe them at long-range. She spends a lot of time and energy modding her weapons and armour, because for her, they’re the best chance she has at survival. Special skills/magical powers/etc: n/a Weapon of choice (if any): Long-range, high-spec guns.  Weaknesses in combat: Anything close-combat or requiring a lot of strength. Strengths in combat: Like a freakin’ ninja. You won’t know she’s there until she wants you to. FAMILY, FRIENDS AND FOES Parents names: Ryan and Mary Williams. Are parents alive or dead? Dead Is the character still in contact with their parents? n/a Siblings? Relationship with siblings? An older brother, Tobias, and a younger sister, Amelia. Not particularly close with Tobias but would speak to Amelia every day. Other Important Relatives: Was very close with her grandmother, who passed away when Beth was in her early 20s. She features regularly in her dreams, over ten years later. Partner/Spouse: Nathaniel Jonathan Jones (deceased) Children: One - Shaun. Best Friend: She would probably consider her sister Amelia her best friend. Other Important Friends: She had a small group of very close friends - Jennifer, who she’s known since High School; Moira, who she met in college, and Marcus, who she worked with at the law firm. She prefers not to know what happened to them on the day the bombs fell. Acquaintances: None - she would be polite with the neighbours, but generally preferred the company of her three friends, sister, and husband.

Pets: None before the war. Dogmeat post-Vault. Enemies? Why are they enemies? That bald, scarred bastard that killed Nate and stole her baby. She has vowed that she would do unspeakably violent things to him if she ever got her hands on him. She was not prepared for the searing hatred she felt towards him, or her intense desire to inflict pain on him. She didn’t realise she was capable of such emotion. BACKSTORY Describe their childhood (newborn - age 10): Elizabeth Nora Williams was born in Providence, RI on September 2nd, 2043. She was the middle child of Ryan Williams, a College professor, and Mary Williams (nee O’Shea), a biologist. Her family lived in Pawtucket, RI, where she grew up and went to school. Beth was a quiet and solitary child; though she wasn’t particularly shy, she preferred drawing and playing alone in the garden to engaging with the other kids on her street. Beth had no desire to be part of the group at school (’Why would I want to play house? I’m going to do that for real when I grow up. It’s boring.’), and was pegged as being ‘bright’ at a young age. Describe their  teenage years (11 - 19): Teenage Beth was, she would say, unremarkable. She achieved very good grades, but was not top of any class. She was neither particularly popular, nor a loner. She spent her free time hanging around with her friend Jennifer at each other’s houses. In her later teens, she started to get romantic attention from others, which she had no idea how to react to. She brushed off most of the advances she received, suspecting they were insincere, or only after one thing. Her first love was Nate, whom she met the summer after she finished High School. Nate was in the military and they met by chance at a party for Jennifer’s 18th birthday. They spoke as friends for a few months, keeping in touch when Beth went to study Law at Northeastern University, and met up back in Pawtucket that Christmas, where Nate confessed his feelings for her. By this point, Beth had fallen hard for him, too, and the rest is history. Describe their  adult years (20+): Beth and Nate got married in 2066, when she was 22. Nate was away on tour a lot, so Beth lived with Nate’s parents until he unfortunately lost his right foot in action in 2068. Nate subsequently left the military and became a mentor for young people who wished to join the armed forces, giving talks and running courses. He was very active in veteran events, and accepted an offer to become involved full-time in charity fundraising in Boston in 2069, which is when they moved to Sanctuary Hills.

Beth worked as a legal secretary after leaving college; she used to say that she had ‘lost her passion’ for Law, and had no desire to enter into the competitive and cutthroat career following the near loss of her husband. Nate wore a below-the-knee prosthetic after losing his foot, though around the house he preferred crutches.

Beth and Nate wanted a big family; they started trying for a baby in 2070, and carried on trying for six years. They went for tests and were told Beth was unable to have children. Beth was crushed, but tried to see the bright side of the situation, planning vacations and making the most of the time she spent with Nate by doing fun things together. They had just gotten their heads around the idea that they may never be parents, when Beth fell pregnant by complete surprise. Nate was over the moon, and spent every spare moment fixing things up for the nursery, and reading up on parenting. Beth was…terrified. They’d waited so long, and she’d convinced herself that it wasn’t meant to be - now the enormous weight of what was happening had fallen on her from nowhere, and she worried that she wouldn’t be a good mother, after it all. 

The biggest shock for her was how easily she fell into motherhood. She had never been more happy; she didn’t resent the night feeds, or the dirty diapers, or the changes in her body. In complete contrast to what she thought she wanted in childhood, Beth quit her job at the firm and became a full-time homemaker. She loved showering Shaun with love; she loved baking pies and making meals for her family. She loved the scent of her baby’s head, the feeling of making up the bed in the morning, the casual strolls around the quiet neighbourhood just outside Boston where they lived. She reignited her loves of reading, the theatre, and art; she spoke to her sister daily and her mother weekly. Beth would spend one day every week with Jennifer and her two daughters, catching up and relaxing in each other’s company. Beth convinced Nate to invest in a Mr Handy to help her around the house, meaning that Nate wouldn’t have to feel that he ‘wasn’t pulling his weight’ due to the restrictions in his mobility. 

Everything felt perfect.

Until October 23rd, 2077.