#i swear half my class applied there bc its one of the best in the nation

[radmista]

I GOT INTO MY TOP CHOICE FOR MY CLINICAL ROTATION SCHOOL!!!!!

I'm coming to the Midwest, everybody!!

[mike-haters-dni]

GIMMIE THE FUTURE MIKE HCS I BEG

oh boy here we go time to dig through my adopted oc's lore

The first thing you notice about post-coming-of-age Mike is that he holds his face a lot more softly. The teenage angst has burned away and revealed the tender, affectionate (and sometimes vaguely sad) core it was protecting. Make no mistake, the judgy bitch will still come out if the situation calls for it, but he no longer approaches every social interaction assuming the other person is going to hate him. Turns out he can actually be pretty charismatic when he doesn't feel the need to be a dick in preemptive self-defense.

The low self-esteem never completely goes away but it does diminish to the point where he can occasionally believe people actually like him and maybe he deserves to be happy. He even gets to the place where he can accept most compliments, except if you specifically imply he is either kind or attractive, which he will reflexively scoff at. The two things he can never truly believe about himself 😔. El finds this endlessly frustrating ofc.

During high school, Mike is the first one to get a car (birthday present from his rich parents) so it becomes his job to carpool everyone to school, as well as drive El anywhere she wants to go at any time. idk anything about cars but its black and pretty nice (Karen is absolutely treating her kids after they almost died in a monster war) and Mike lowkey mostly agrees to favors because he likes driving it around so much.

Actually no one else but Lucas gets a car bc why go through the hassle when you can just barge into Wheeler residence at any time and guilt Mike into driving you. He does have a driving toll however, and that is maintaining full control of the stereo, which he uses to blast hair metal.

(El fucking hates hair metal but she's too nice to admit that to Mike, who eventually figures that out on his own after seeing her visibly tense up whenever he plays it. She never fully admits to hating it but she also doesn't really deny it when he says that she obviously does. This also applies to 90's Mike getting into grunge)

The only reason El graduates high school is because Mike absolutely insists that she can and acts as her personal (unrelenting) tutor for the last half of 12th grade (love her but she's really not good at school), despite her best efforts to persuade him to just let her give up because "Did you know that you can legally drop out of school at 18?" ("Yes, but having a GED is really important if you want any opportunities in life." "…See I don't even know what that is." ":/") Luckily, Mike is a talented and very passionate Explainer of Things and took all the classes she's in last year (he's in AP classes now obv) so it all works out, though after she passes her last final she makes him swear to never ask her another math problem again.

After high school he tries to go to college for writing but ends up mysteriously losing the ability to focus on anything or be creative, which causes him to not do any assignments so he starts avoiding going to class out of shame. He rationalizes this as him being tired of school and not needing to go to school for a creative endeavor anyway haha (true), and he ends up dropping out. (Unfortunately, this is just the start of the college/post-college plot line, which is the gang all getting hit full force with the ptsd induced by the Everything upon entering adulthood but uh we don't have to get into that here hehe)

After (attempting) college, Mike and El (who get married at 18 ofc) move to Chicago and Mike gets a boring job as an editor or something just as an attempt to get a career going, but soon quits that as well bc if you're keeping up with the lore you'll remember that El is getting paid restitution by the government so neither of them actually have to work and he really doesn't like working a boring job just to attempt getting a career going. He then spends the next few years working ("working" sometimes) on personal projects, the main one being a sci-fi novel and, eventually, dming at a local game shop, where he becomes a bit of a local geek celebrity for his excellent dming skills and being a generally cool guy. His original campaigns and one-shots are particularly popular, and people keep suggesting that he start distributing them or maybe even sending something to TSR? Hmmm... not something Mike ever thought about doing but he does have the easiest time and most fun coming up with dnd stuff...no way that could be a real career path could it...hmm.....

Seriously tho Mike is like a master dm. You can ask him any obscure question about anything in the game and he can answer instantly with perfect accuracy. And like any passionate gamer he has many Opinions about the editions and a whole set of house rules he runs his games by.

I wasn't originally going to have him and El have kids but then I imagined Mike telling interactive bedtime stories to his 5-year-old daughter and idk man I think that has to exist. Its not until they're like early 30's tho. Also her name is Ava.

[chaeryybomb]

stray kids as anime boys: bang chan [part 1] [part 2]

✎ᝰ┆bang chan as the sports captain

(feat. stray kids && some of the 97liners)

listen

this is the only role I am 100% convince chan will be in an anime

u can't change my mind ᕦ(ò_ó)ᕤ

S O let's get into it

what sports captain is he??

the question should be what sports captain is he not 

d-does that make sense?? HDHS U GET WHAT I MEAN

look chan is build™ with muscles (and brains) he's gonna use those muscles

for s p o r t s

"chan u can't join all the sports club"

“watch me felix”

ya boi tried out for every sports club available in school and he got into to every one of them

THANKFULLY felix made him reject some(most) of them bc chan already doesn't sleep enough

everyone say thank u felix

so chan is in the volleyball and basketball club

and he's the volleyball captain!!!

chan is the secret weapon lemme tell u that

his spikes?? they can BREAK A WALL

so if u see chan practicing spikes pls be careful

avoid him

avoid the gym in general

unless ur asking for a concussion SKSKS

no joke there's a dent in one of the gym's wall bc he spiked too hard

his excuse was "bambam ur supposed to block it!"

"I WAS TRYING NOT TO DIE CHRISTOPHER!!!"

so how does that apply to u dear reader

well, ur not a huge sports fan

u rather stay at home and watch netflix than go under that cursed fireball u call a sun

but yk who is a huge sports fan???

ur best friends chaeyeon and lisa!

well technically bc chaeyeon is dating jaehyun who's also on the volleyball team

and lisa swears she doesn't but obviously she's there to look at jungkook

"y/n! there's a game after school today, and you're coming with us to watch it"

"just admit u wanna look at jungkook and go"

"WITH WHAT PROOF????"

"WITH THOSE HEART EYES LALISA"

"HHHHHHH CHAEYEON, Y/N IS BULLYING ME AGAIN"

Σ(°ロ°) "WHAT DO U MEAN AGAIN??? WHO WAS THE ONE WHO PUT CHILLI PEPPERS IN MY SANDWICH HUHH LISA WHOOOO—"

mama chaeyeon saves the day, "alright children no more fighting" 

"SHE STARTED IT FIRST!"

"FIGHT ME LISA" (ノಠ益ಠ)ノ

in the spongebob narrative voice 2 hours later

u find urself in sandwiched between chaeyeon and lisa, sitting on one of the gym's bleachers

chan and the boys are down there warming up

and u can't help but drift ur gaze to a certain (crispy)blond hair boy, who's stretching at the moment

maybe u were starting too long, but lisa nudges ur elbow with a sly smirk

"ohohoho y/n, what do u see??"

u shove her elbow away and glare at her, "ur about to see my fists in a minute"

the entire game ur gaze was set on chan and u don't even know why

jokes on u reader, it was the anime magic kicking in

up until the second half of the game, u had the sudden need to go to the bathroom and who are u to deny ur bladder dhhshd

"I'm gonna go to the bathroom," you tell lisa and stood up to squeeze ur way out of the bleachers

ur earbuds almost burst due to all the screaming dhshhd

but hey! u successfully made it to the end

＼（＠￣∇￣＠）／

u make ur way towards the exit when u hear lisa and chaeyeon scream your name

and suddenly the world went black

y/n?? y/n??? oh my god she fuckin dead

maybe u regain conscious for a few seconds bc the last thing u remembered was a pair of feet running and the scent of someone's sweat mixed with cologne

yk the typical anime shit dhsjdjs

when u wake up, ur laying down a bed and ur in a room where u don't recognise

"holy shit y/n, you're awake! lisa go get the nurse!" chaeyeon exclaims from beside you and you hear the door close

you squint your eyes, trying to adjust from the bright light

chaeyeon's face comes into view and she has a worried expression on

"w-what happened?? where am I??" you ask she helps you sit up on the bed

"you're in the nurse's office!"

"why,,, am I in the nurse's office?" you furrow your eyebrows at chaeyeon

"well you see—"

the door slams open to reveal lisa and the nurse

"oh good, y/n you're awake," the nurse smiles at you

she walks toward you and gently grabs your chin with her gloved hand to examine your face

"fortunately nothing is broken but that's gonna leave a bruise on your forehead for a while, you took quite a hit."

"a hit???" u furrow ur eyebrows even deeper if you could sjdjsk

"yeah! you got hit by a volleyball!! you should've seen what happened, the ball went flying like WOOOSH at you and BAM u were knocked out!!" lisa explains with many hand gestures

"it was a good thing that chan boy carried you here, you were out cold," the nurse adds.

wait

Σ(゜゜) c-chan???

CHAN CARRIED YOU HERE???

u don't even notice your face starts to heat up until the nurse looks at you with concern again

she places her hand against ur forehead and says, "oh my, you're heating up, I think you got a fever coming—"

"no! no, I'm completely fine!" you reassure the nurse

you bring your hands up to your cheeks and rub it harshly and slap it a few times in hopes the redness will go away

HAH SIKE UR BLOOD SAYS NO

the nurse let's you stay in the office for awhile, thank god school was already over

lisa and chaeyeon, like the best friends they were, stayed with u and walked u back home

the next morning when u wake up—

━Σ(ﾟДﾟ|||)━

HOLY SHIT THE NURSE WAS NOT KIDDING WHEN SHE SAID IT WAS GONNA LEAVE A BRUISE

THERE'S A HUGE ASS BUMP ON THE MIDDLE OF YOUR FOREHEAD

WHAT THE FUCK

HOW THE FUCK ARE U GONNA COVER THAT UP

U ARE THIS )( CLOSE IN CUTTING UR BANGS AT 7 IN THE MORNING JUST TO COVER UR FOREHEAD* U WOULD'VE IF UR BRAT OF A BROTHER DIDN'T KNOCK ON THE DOOR

"y/n hurry up you're gonna make us late!!"

"SHUT UP HYUNJIN I'M HAVING A MID LIFE CRISIS AT THE MOMENT"

"YOU CAN HAVE IT IN THE CAR"

in all honesty u should be thanking hyunjin for saving u from the future regrets

otw out of the bathroom u curse at hyunjin, who sticks his tongue out in return, and grab one of ur beanies from ur dresser and slip it on

"why the fuck are you wearing a beanie in the middle of summer??"

"it's called fashion hyunjin, look it up"

(hyunjin, snorting) "please, we all know I'm the fashionable one in this family"

so yes, u walk into school with a beanie on ur head, in the middle of summer

it definitely caught weird looks from people because again, why the fuck are you wearing a beanie in this heat???

it's equivalent to having a "I'm stupid" sign taped on ur forehead

u walk into class, already tired from everything and everyone and first period hasn't even started yet!

what a mood

chaeyeon looks at you weirdly and opens her mouth to ask but you stop her

"don't. a lot of people already asked," you groaned, pointing at the black beanie on your head, specifically the spot where u got hit at

chaeyeon looks at you with sympathy and pats your head

when lunch rolls on, lisa basically slams into ur classroom

"why are u wearing a beanie??"

"because I can and it's a free country!!!" u snap at her

"geez fine," lisa puts her hands up

(lisa, mumbling under her breath) "someone woke up from the wrong side of bed today"

"HEY I HEARD THA—"

"OKAAAAY let's go I wanna get pizza bread before it's gone," chaeyeon interrupts aka stopping another fight from happening by hooking her arms through yours and lisa’s* (¬､¬) hnnggg u win today jung chaeyeon

u turn to walk out of the door when u stop in your footsteps

to see the PERSON WHO CAUSE UR FOREHEAD BUMP BRENDA

YES U NAMED IT BRENDA IN THE CAR

IF SHE'S GONNA STAY ON UR FOREHEAD FOR A WHILE

AT LEAST SHE SHOULD HAVE A NAME

AND SHE'S NOT EVEN PAYING RENT

y/n's forehead:

brenda the bump: it's a free real estate

anyways

the three of u stop and stare at chan

like hullo, why u here???

chan coughs awkwardly and rubs the back of his neck. "um, can I speak with y/n?"

chaeyeon and lisa exchange a look and shrugs, "yeah sure," they say and pushes u out of the door

and u stumbled into his arms

again, the anime shit™ working its magic

u immediately push urself off chan and clasp ur hands behind ur back while chan takes a few steps back

"so,,," you start

"oh right! uh, I'm sorry for yesterday, hitting u with the ball and everything"

"oh! it's fine, it really is!" you assure him

"no, it's not! lemme treat you to lunch, it's the least I can do," chan says

"nononono you really don't have to!" you shake ur head at him

"please!" he begs, "I hurt you and I should do something for you"

"n—"

"JUST SAY YES" lisa yells from across the hall

you whip ur head towards her direction and flip her the bird

chaeyeon mouths an apology and drags lisa away, but her laughter rings through the empty hallway

you turn back to chan who's looking at you with pleading eyes

"pleaseee" (´･ᴗ･`)

GOD HE'S ADORABLE

"fine!"

"YAY"

"but!" u wag ur finger at him, "ur only allowed to buy me chocolate milk"

"yes!!" he cheers and drags u off to the school's convenience store to buy you a bottle of chocolate milk

u thought he was gonna get u the cheap one but nO

HE GETS U THE EXPENSIVE ONE

THE ONE THAT COSTS LIKE 3 DOLLARS

FIRST OF ALL, CHOCOLATE MILK SHOULD NOT BE THAT EXPENSIVE

FUCK CAPITALISM

secondly, if u thought this was a one time thing

hAH READER YOU ARE SO SO SO WRONG

it soon becomes a regular thing and every morning, there is a chocolate milk on ur desk with a cute stick it note saying "good morning ♡´･ᴗ･`♡"

GAH UR HEART

and everyday after school, chan walks up to u and ask "hey y/n! did u get the chocolate milk?"

and he will pout if u show him the untouched bottle of milk

so u make sure that u drink it during lunch where he can see u drinking it

and it makes his insides all mushy and squishy

and that escalates to him waiting by ur locker every morning!!

he waits for u by ur locker and when u walk in

he fucking beams at you

the sun who??? u only know a bang chan

he hands u the chocolate milk and greets u

"good morning, y/n!"

and ur hearts does it usual schedule bang-chan-caused-flips

AND THAT ESCALATES TO U GOING TO HIS GAMES

"I thought u hated these things??"

"well I do but chan asked me to come so—"

(lisa, wiggling her eyebrows) "oh chan huh"

"hdshhdshutup"

so here u are again, sandwiched in between lisa and chaeyeon

o wow ur feeling a sense of deja vu

chan spots u in the crowd and runs over to u

"try not to get hit by any balls this time," he grins as he ruffles ur hair

"friendly reminder, I got hit by a ball from you," u retort and smack his hand away

"YOU PROMISED YOU WOULDN'T BRING THAT UP ANYMORE"

"I CROSSED MY FINGERS BITCH"

the coach whistles for chan to get into place and u grab onto his arm, shocking both of u

o wow u got bold moves there reader

"uh, good luck out there," u smile at him

chan's heart doubles over in LOVE and smiles back at you "thanks!"

he runs back to the team, who are all looking at him with a sly look

"so when are u gonna ask y/n out?"

"i'll purposely aim the ball at ur head mingyu"

tbh u don't even know much about volleyball and all u see are balls being hit back and forth

im writing the match based on what I've seen my school's team done and it may be inaccurate pls correct me

sometimes u involuntary wince when u see chan spikes and the ball bounces off the floor bc the other team failed to block it

u pity the floor

it's the last match and both teams are tied

chaeyeon is gripping onto ur arm for dear life bc out of the three of you, she's the only who understands the most about volleyball

both teams are fairly powerful

they have a really strong setter aka lee hyunjae

boy may not look like it but he's strong!!!

the coach whistles and jaehyun serves the ball

jacob from the other team returns the ball and it goes flying across the net

in a blink of an eye, chan yells "mine!" and he spikes the ball with force* hyunjae rushes to block it but misses by a milimetre and the ball bounces off the floor

the entire gymnasium erupts into cheers

and u are pulled up from ur seat by a screaming chaeyeon

they won???

OH MY GOD THEY WON DJSJDJ

chaeyeon runs down to congratulate her boyfriend and u follow in suit

but u run straight into chan's arms to hug him

"congrats!" u squeal as he lifts u off the ground and spins u around

when he sets u down, the both of u finally realizes the position ur in and back away from each other awkwardly

"ahaha,,, congratulations!!" u tell him

chan grins at u "what can I say, ur my lucky charm"

ur cheeks start to heat up again and chan laughs

the rest of the team comes over to drag chan to the changing room, leaving u alone with lisa and chaeyeon

once the boys disappear behind the doors, the two girls turn around to look at u

"what was that???" lisa asks, referring to the hug between u and chan, as she whacks ur arm

she tryna whack the answer out of u HDHS

"STOP HITTING ME WOMAN THAT HURTS!!!"

"NOT UNTIL U TELL ME WHAT WAS THAT BETWEEN U AND BANG CHAN, Y/N"

"it was a hug! nothing more!" u say, more like ur trying to convince it was nothing more

"that was not just a hug," lisa mimics ur voice "that was one of those couples hug chaeyeon and jaehyun does!"

(chaeyeon, pipping up from the side) "she's right!"

"he totally likes you!" lisa smirks at u

 "no he does not!"

"uh yes, he does! jaehyun says so!" chaeyeon says in a matter-of-fact tone

"and you—" lisa points her index finger at u "—like him too!"

"WITH WHAT PROOF???"

"WITH THOSE HEART EYES HWANG Y/N"

before u can continue bicker and PROVE THAT U DO NOT LIKE BANG CHAN

jaehyun comes into view and says "hey y/n, chan is waiting for u outside, he has something to tell u"

[ part 2 ]

[luckersnwalsh]

✦ –– / J U L I E T T E | W A L S H . ˚ ⁎ * ·

✦ –– /  f a c t s ;

name: juliette walsh age: thirty two gender: cis female pronouns: she/her sexuality: lesbian place of residence: brooklyn, nyc occupation: paralegal face: emmy rossum zodiac: capricorn ennegram: tba temperament: melancholic

tw; brief mention of drugs

✦ –– /  h i s t o r y ;

i. born in cork, ireland. father never stuck around. already had a second family by the time jules was six, a third when jules was nineteen. not that she cared too greatly. dad was an absolute loser with several speeding convictions and anger management issues so no big loss. the financial loss was certainly felt, however. mum worked three jobs to keep food on the table. the two were inseparable and despite her mother’s misgivings, they still are to this day.  maybe thats why jules takes ‘independent living’ a little too far nowadays.

ii. in primary school, jules was quickly labelled as a ‘problem child’.  her mother thought she was doing what was best for jules by not pushing for a diagnosis in autism, let’s just say it kinda fucked jules up even more. with a high IQ and a low EQ, most people assumed jules had some sort of savant syndrome. top 3% in the country! aren’t you proud? i have no friends, though. oh you’re just mature for your age. focusing on better things! the pressure mounted, her relationships non-existent and jules found herself closed off from the world, nose forever stuck in a revision book. 

iii. these problems follow her throughout her educational career. eventually she hit a burnout in her first year of sixth form college after trying to juggle too many subjects at once. that brainy maths whizz of a girl ended up going from an A+ to an E in less than a year. every subject failed in the most spectacular of manners. the gifted child suddenly wasn’t so gifted anymore, and it only fueled her resentment towards her teachers who pushed her to take on so much in the first place. there was, however, one shining light. law. the only subject she passed in her first year. the one subject she rebuilt her entire course to fit around when she applied to retake her college classes. 

iv. jules was destined to get a degree. after all, her mother never managed to get one, so jules had to go to university. freshers was... an Event, to say the least. the discovery of alcohol, marijuana and roommates who she had to force herself to interact with certainly morphed jules into quite the temporary wild child. it didn’t last long though. jules learnt the hard way that it doesn’t matter how hard you change yourself for your ‘friends’, you’ll never be good enough for them. by the start of her second year, jules was living on her own in a crappy one bedroom apartment with two cats. needless to say, this suited her much better. (still lights up on occasion though, oops)

v. half way through university, offered a placement in a new york firm as part of an exchange program. change is difficult for jules, but her ambition overcame her nerves. she had no attachments keeping her locked in at home, and with her mothers (unquestioned) blessing, jules hopped on to a plane with two furry passengers in hand.

vi. it’s difficult to find a job in new york when you’re foreign, young, female and don’t have any connections. and then there’s the issue that jules never wanted to be an actual solicitor, after all. no no no, that would require public speaking, keeping emotions in check, not swearing at the prosecution. for the most part jules worked as an intern to a small public defender firm. ( and then i need to talk to oaklynn mun before i fill the rest of this bc we need to work out details of this firm she eventually joins )

✦ –– /  e x t r a ;

juliette’s ideal is j u s t i c e. pretty obvious for the lawyer, but needs to be said. this ideal was present at a very young age, and coincided with her more... violent tendencies. juliette might be lawful, but she’s not exactly lawful good. for example, is there a kid who keeps pushing you off the slide so they can have multiple turns? don’t worry, jules will be waiting at the bottom to punch them the next time they come down. kid keeps hitting you during class? can’t hit you if jules bites off his arm. really, jules would’ve made a damn good vigilante, but sadly this isn’t that kind of story. 

jules comes off as quite stoic, a little bit cold and cynical. in her worst moments, she’s aggressive and like i said, can be pretty violent. since academia has been hard drilled into her since she was a bubby, she can tend to come of patronising and a little holier-than-thou.

get on her good side though and you find someone extremely logical and focused, and the most reliable person you can meet. generous and giving, jules is the type willing to give up her left leg if it meant someone could walk again. manage to make her smile and you’ll probably fall in love. whilst she keeps them hidden, she has a variety of special interests (in fact, she’s actually quite the nerd). unlock them all and you get a prize! (its her heart, you are now her best friend)).

her cats are called jasper and fred. yes i will eventually provide photos as they are models off my cats.

eventually there will be a pinterest and playlist here

[soflsms]

   ( sorry  I'm  late  to  the  party  im  in  pst  so  i  was  at  work  til  now  sdkfjl )  ANYWHO  hi  pals  what  the  h*ck  is  up  !!  im  chloe  ,  im  21  ,  i  use  she / her  pronouns  &  im  a  broke  a$$  geography  major  !!   i  am  SO  excited  to  be  her  &  get  to  rp  with  all  y’all  bc  judging  by  your  apps  skdflj  i  fuck  with  u  all  .  anywho  ill  stop  my  rambling  ,  below  the  readmore  is  stuff  about  sofie  &  some  wcs !!  

trigger  warning  !!  sex  work  ,  deportation  ,  neglect  ,  bad  writing  ,  alcoholism  &  substance  abuse

HAILEY BALDWIN  /  SHE/HER  /  TWENTY TWO  /  BILLIE EILISH VC

welcome to los angeles , sofie almeda ! the glitterati has been watching you . rumour has it you made your first mark in the industry two years ago & that your net worth currently stands at  8m . it seems as though you’re enjoying being a  singer since relocating from  harlem , new york city . some might say you’d be a good fit for the glitterati due to your hollywood ranking being a solid  #3, & it helps that fans speak so highly of your  individualistic & assiduous ways . unfortunately , our sources cite that those closest to you aren’t particularly impressed with your  self-destructive & choleric tendencies .

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name  :   sofie sydney almeda

nicknames  :   sof

age  :  twenty - two  .

birthday  :  december  eleventh  .

zodiac  :  sagittarius  .

gender  :  cisfemale  (  though  doesn’t  vibe  with  the  idea  of  being  STRICTLY  a  WoMaN  ,  she  finds  labels  restrictive  )  .

pronouns  :  she    &    her  .

height  :  5 ′ 6 ″  .

hometown  :    recife  ,  brazil  &  harlem  ,  new  york  city  .

nationality  :  american  ,  brazilian  .

ethnicity  :  english  ,  portuguese   .

label(s)  :  the  venereal  ,  the  bellwether  ,  the  opulent  ,   the  anaxiphile   .

occupation  :  singer  (  vc  billie  eilish  )  .  

quirks  :  fidgeting  ,  allergic  to  shellfish  ,  walks  quickly  ,  cracks  knuckles  ,  always  wears  her  lucky  ‘  st  christopher  ’  necklace  from  her  grandmother  ,  has  a  weird  ability  to  talk  herself  out  of  trouble  ,  can  tie  a  cherry  stem  in  her  mouth  ,  messy  emotionally  but  on - point  physically  ,  vvv  bad  driver  ,  loves  a  good  theme  party  ,  can’t  get  through  the  day  without  multiple  cups  of  coffee  ,  refuses  to  wear  glasses  in  public  even  though  she’s  quite  far - sighted  ,  always  carries  hand  sanitizer ,  prefers  rain  over  sunshine  .

background

         her  mother  ,  marcia  almeda  ,  was  a  recent  graduate  from  secondary  school  who  packed  a  backpack  and  went  traveling !! before  long  tho  she  ended  up  knocked  up  by  another  backpacker  ,  this  one  american  ,  while  they  were  having  a  fling  in  sydney  (  hence  sofie’s  middle  name  lmao  @  her  mom’s  humor  )  .  she  flew  back  home  when  she  found  out  &  never  told  sofie’s  father  oops !! so  marcia  had  sofie  at  home  in  recife  just  before  her  nineteenth  birthday  ,  and  marcia  was  enthralled  w  little  sofie  .  ofc  she  inherited  her  mother’s  beauty  (  i  hc  marcia  looks  like  alessandra  ambrosio  bc  hello !  )  &  little  sofie  lived  a  happy  early  childhood  life  in  her  grandparents’  home  in  recife.

         brazil  isn’t  the  safest  of  countries  &  marcia  didn’t  want  the  same  dangers  she  experienced  growing  up  for  her  young  daughter  ,  so  around  sofie’s  eighth  birthday  ,  her  &  her  mother  packed  up  and  went  on  a  ‘ trip  ’  to  new  york  city  .  joke’s  on  sofie  ,  though  -  it  wasn’t  actually  a  trip  ,  but  rly  they  were  trying  to  move  there  to  find  sofie’s  father  to  confirm  his  paternity  and  get  sofie  american  citizenship  .  it  was  proving  more  difficult  than  she  thought  ,  &  marcia  was  quickly  running  out  of  money  .  with  a  face  like  hers  ,  though  ,  making  money  wasn’t  too  difficult  ,  but  it  was  time  consuming  .  marcia  found  herself  escorting  older  men  in  order  to  pay  the  bills  ,  all  the  while  leaving  little  sofie  to  fend  for  herself  .  some  of  her  earliest  memories  are  of  strange  men  in  their  tiny  apartment  &  sofie  trying  to  block  out  their  conversations  with  her  lil  cassette  player  hiding  in  the  corner  of  her  room  .  eventually  ,  marcia  was  able  to  contact  the  father  &  they  set  up  a  meeting  .  sofie  had  gotten  her  hopes  up  that  she  would  finally  have  a  dad  (  she  got  dressed  up  in  her  sunday  best  &  everything  bc  reuniting  her  dad  was  a  BIG  deal  ) ,  but  the  meeting  ended  up  being  a  quick  exchange  of  words  ,  a  mouth  swab  and  a  couple  signatures  .  sofie  never  even  learned  his  name  ,  & this  queued  up  a  lifetime  of  daddy  issues  &  distrust  of  men  !!

        while  marcia  was  able  to  stay  in  america  much  longer  than  she  was  legally  supposed  to  ,  eventually  she  was  facing  deportation  ,  which  meant  lil  sofie  ,  with  her  citizenship  finally  confirmed  ,  was  put  into  the  hands  of  her  father  who  sent  off  to  an  american  boarding  school  in  new  york  without  even  contacting  her  .  she  would  spend  the  summers  in  brazil  with  her  mother  or  ,  as  she  got  older  ,  couch - surfing  with  different  friends  throughout  the  months  .  she  started  growing  apart  from  her  mother  as  she  aged  since  she  wasn’t  going  home  every  summer  since  she  didn’t  rly  feel  any  connection  to  brazil  .  her  grandfather  had  passed  away  &  she  only  has  faint  memories  grandmother  ,  plus  the  city  wasn’t  at  all  familiar  to  her  &  she  wasn’t  practicing  her  portuguese  after  her  mother  returned  to  brazil  .

         through  it  all  ,  music  was  proving  to  be  the  one  constant  in  her  life  she  could  use  to  escape  from  reality  .  she  had  never  done  any  training  or  classes  ,  but  she  just  liked  singing  along  to  whatever  was  on  the  radio  & practicing  on  her  own  .  she  also  found  a  passion  for  writing  poetry  which  she  later  would  realize  was  compatible  with  music  .  she  would  spend  HOURS  in  the  school  library  working  on  garage  band  lmfao  bc  she  couldn’t  afford  her  own  laptop  to  produce  music  &  her  dad  sent  just  enough  money  as  he  was  legally  supposed  to  .  but  she  worked  her  lil  tushy  off  &  applied  to  a  music  academy  in  nyc  &  was  rejected  the  first  year  (  DEVASTATING  when  mixed  with  her  impostor  syndrome  &  daddy  issues ) but  she  practiced  more  &  more  &  edned  up  getting  accepted  the  next  year  .  here  ,  she  worked  on  her  vocal  skills  &  music  production  ,  &  started  accumulating  her  own  music  &  selling  songs  to  music  producers  on  the  side  for  some  ca$h  money  .  

          by  the  time  she  was  16  the  state  decided  she  was  old  /  mature  enough  to  live  on  her  own  so  she  got  a  TINY  lil  studio  apartment  in  harlem  where  she’d  grown  up  with  her  mum  &  she  had  friends  who  she’d  grown  up  with  .  while  it  wasn’t  the  safest  neighbourhood  statistically  sofie  felt  safe  &  just  like  one  of  the  neighbourhood  kids  .  it  was  the  first  time  she  genuinely  felt  like  she  belonged .

        she  was  accepted  on  full  scholarship  to  nyu  & majored  in  music  composition  &  vocal  performance  where  she  started  finally  feeling  secure  in  herself  &  released  her  own  music  on  soundcloud  ,  quickly  amassing  a  following  &  becoming  an  ‘ up  &  coming ‘  artist  !!  she  was  contacted  by  a  scooter  braun  type  guy  who  was  interested  in  taking  her  on  under  his  management  so  she  dropped  out  of  uni  in  her  2nd  year  (  bc  tbh  her  grades  in  anything  other  than  her  music  classes  were  v  subpar  )  .  soon  enough  producers  wanted  to  work  with  her  &  she  was  making  enough  that  she  didn’t  have  to  sell  her  songs  which  she  hated  doing  but  had  to  pay  the  bills  u  know  .  oh  &  her  vc  is  billie  eilish  bc  ofc  shes  my  queen  go  stream  when  we  all  fall  asleep  where  do  we  go  on  spotify  u  won’t  be  disappointed  

        she  also  started  getting  into  the  partying  scene  here  yikes  !! it  was  a  method  for  her  to  numb  all  her  pain  from  her  past  &  impostor  syndrome  &  drown  all  that  out  in  pills  or  tequila  .  it  rly  wasn’t  healthy  bc  of  how  she  would  binge  for  a  weekend  then  try  to  stay  sober  throughout  the  week  but  failing  by  about  wednesday when  she  started  to  feel  hollow  .  she  wasn’t  gonna  be  a  one  hit  wonder  &  her  mom  sure   as  hell  didn’t  go  through  all  that  trouble  just  for  sofie  to  be  a  nobody  addict  !! so  she  kept  it  together  enough  to  start  making big  bucks  & well  …….  here  she  is  :~)

personality

        sofie  blames  it  on  her  brazilian  heritage  but  this  bitch  loves  a  party  !!  like  shes  the  one  who  gets  happy drunk  at  the  pre  then  is  the  first  on  the  dance  floor  then  later  falls  out  of  the  club  &  into  some  rando’s  bed !!  in  the  back  of  her  mind  she  knows  her  drug  &  alcohol  use  is  self - destructive  but  she  figures  shes  allowed  to  let  loose  sometimes (  even  if  that  ends  up  being  most  nights  )  ;  rly  she’s  just  in  denial  bc  she  doesn’t  want  to  change  her  ways  &  lose  her  identity  !!

        doesn’t  put  labels  on  her  gender  identity  or  sexual orientation  .  she  finds  them  restrictive  &  useless  for  herself  ,  labels  would  only  be  to  satisfy  others  .  she  doesn’t  see  herself  as  110%  female  either  like  she’s  all about  gender  being  a  social  construct  /  a  spectrum  ;  some  days  she’ll  get  dolled  up  &  wear  heavy  makeup  &  six  inch  heels  ,  some  days  she’ll  walk  around  in  a  bun  &  tracksuit  &  trainers  .  anyone  who  asks  abt  it  will  swiftly  get  2  middle  fingers  in  their  face  !! shes  uncontrollable  i  swear

         puts  up  a  tough  bad - ass  front  like  billie  does aksjdh  like  nah  nothing  can  hurt  me  im  bulletproof  !!  but  is  rly  just  kinda  broken  underneath  .  she  doesn’t  even  let  her  closest  friends  know  how  hurting  she  is  bc  she  doesn’t  wanna  burden  them  .  she  rly  uses  mmusic  as  an  outlet  tho  so  she’ll  act  totally  tough  then   go  to  the  studio  &  record  all  about  her  heartache  .  will  NEVER  let  someone  see  her  cry  no  matter  how  close  she  is  with  them  .  she  rly  sees  it  as  a  sign  of  weakness  &  shes  in  a  much  better  place  than  she  was  5  years  ago  so  she  figures  she’s  not  ALLOWED  to  feel  anything  but  grateful  .  

         this  bitch  overthinks  everything  !! half  the  time  she  isn’t  rly  listenning  to  whoever  bc  she’s  thinking  about  what  they  just  said  &  if  they’re  mad  with  her  .  she’s  that  friend  who  will  ask  u  to  come  over  to  formulate  the  perfect  text  response  &   fuss  over  it  for  hours  .  that  being  said  ,  if  someone  talks  shit  abt  anyone  shes  tight  with  ,  they’re  gonna  get  it  the  next  time   she  sees  them  .  she  isn’t  about  violence  &  would  never  get  into  a  physical  fight  ,  but  she’d  work  behind  the  scenes  to  ruin  their  life  .  but  then  she  pretends  like  she  rly  doesn’t  care  though  its  obvious  to  those  close  to  her  that  she  cares  way  too  much

has  a  very  hard  time  expressing  love  bc  she  didn’t  have  much  practice  w  it  growing  up  .  she  was  on  her  own  most  of  her  young  life  so  even  if  her  mom  would  tell  her   te  amo  she  would  be  like  uh  huh  gtg  bye !!  

tldr ;  poor  bitch  w  abandonment  issues  who  was  able  to  get  out  of  it  by  channeling  her  energy  into  music  &  numbing  the  stress  with  pills  or  alcohol  which  she  def  still overuses  but  she  doesn’t  think its  a  problem  !! yikeroony  !!  loves  partying  & having  a  good  time  ,  puts  up  a  tough  front  but  is  rly  soft  underneath  .

wanted (* = mw)

friends  from  high  school  !! -  people  sof  stayed  with  in  the  summer  bc  she  wasn’t  going  home  to  brazil  .  

friends  from  music  school  !!  -  she  def  felt  like  an  outsider  among  the  music  prodigies  at  this  school  ,  &  maybe  this  person  was  one  of  the  ppl  she  actually  connected  with  . 

come  out  &  play  !!  this  person  acts  as  a  good  influence  to  sofie  .  they’re  level - headed  &  very  grounding  ,  &  sofie  doesn’t  let  it  show  but  they’re  really  important  to  her  .  this  is  the  Softest  billie  song  (  prob  bc  it  was  for  an  ad skdj )  &  they  inspired  it  bc  it’s  how  she  feels  when  shes with  them  .  they  encourage  her  to  be  all  that  she  can  be  &  they  believe  in  her  ,  &  they’re  prob  the  one  person  sofie  trusts  the  most  which  is  SAYING  something  !!

*exes  on  bad  terms  !!  -   ok  this  would  basically  be  based  on  all  the  songs  billie  has  about  a  failed  relationship  /  heartbreak  !! shes  got  a  bunch  .  im  thnking  maybe  she  was  actually  rly  into  them  but  had  a  hard  time  expressing  it  bc  she’s never  been  good  with  emotional  expression  ,  &  it  led  to  the  relationship  feeling ?? unfaithful  /  disconnected  ??  idk  but  she  rly  loved  them  &  is  still  nursing  that  heartbreak  .  (  x  ,  x  ,  x  )

the  paris  to  her  nicole  !!  -  ok  i  f*cking  hate  that  i  said  this  but  she’s  nicole  richie  its  true  !! she  needs  a  messy  gal  pal  exactly  like  how  paris  &  nicole  are  i  stan  them  (  x  ,  x  ,  x  )

roommate  !!  -  bc  of  her  abandonment  issues  she  rly  doesn’t  like  living  alone  so  prob  is  the  roomie  who  will  sleep  in  their  bed  from  time  to  time  bc  she  doesn’t  like  being  totally  alone  .  

*when  the  party’s  over  !!  - these  two have  been  hooking  up  for  a  while  no  strings  attached  but  recently  feelings  have  been  caught  !! &  now  they  still  hook  up  quite  often  but  sofie’s  kinda  harboring  feelings &  pretending  all  is  well  but  she  rly  hopes  they’ll  just  stay  the  night  from  time  to  time  ,  &  gets  secretly  heartbroken  when  she  sees  them  flirting  or  leaving  with  someone  else  . they  can  also  have  feelings  if  u  want  that  angst :~)

fwb  !!  -  sofie  is  pretty  transparent  when  it  comes  to  what  she  wants  &  she’s  got  a  bad  habit  of  replacing  dealing  with  problems  with  getting  laid  !! like  u  know  in  movies  when  the  man  opens  his  wallet  and  a  row  of  like  20  pictures  of  different  women  fall  out  ??  that’s  sof’s  aesthetic  .  she’s  got  a  bunch  of  fwb  of  all  genders  so  bring  me  some  pls

***mutual  dislike  /  copycat  !!  self - explanatory  ,  sofie  thinks  this  person  is  copying  her  in  everything  she  does  &  thinks  its  annoying  af  so  she  wrote  a  song  abt  it  &  hopes  they  indirectly  get  the  message  even  if  she  drops  not  so  subtle  hints  .  skfldjh  itd  be  messy  pls !!

party  buddies  !!  -  someone  who  encourages  sofies  wild  ways  .  when  the  two  get  together  its  usually  to  get  drunk  or  high  &  thats  the  way  they  like  it  .  sofie  doesn’t  feel  judged  by  them  as  she  does  by  others  who  don’t  get  obliterated  at  every  social  event  (  what  an  idea  !!  )  so  she  rly  values  them  ,  even  if  she  doesn’t  express  it

 ** 8 !! - someone  who  kinda  reluctantly  got  into  a  relationship  with  sofie  out  of  maybe  a  desire  to  save  her  from  herself  ??  like  u  know  that  good  girl  bad  boy  trope  where  the  girl  tries  to  save  the  boy  from  whatever  he’s  struggling  with  ?  that’s  them  but  the  roles  are  just  reversed  -  good  guy  ,  bad  girl  .  it  was  kinda  just  filled  w  her  being  self - destructive  &  confiding  in  him  but  not  rly  reciprocating  the  care  so  he  became  kinda  distant  bc  of  it  .  tbh  she  prob  knew  he  was  too  good  for  her  but  had  a sliver  of  hope  he  wouldn’t  leave  her  even  tho  eventually  she  became  too  much  for  him  .  (  lyrics : you said, "don't treat me badly", but you said it so sadly, so I did the best I could, not thinkin' you would have left me gladly. i know you're not sorry, why should you be? 'cause who am I to be in love, when your love never is for me?” )

good influence  !! this  person  can  tell  that  her  beahvior  is  unhealthy  &  are  trying  to  gently  nudge  her  abt  it  .  she  can  tell  what  they’re  doing  but  her  addict  brain  is  telling  her  its  invasive  &  threatening  so  shes  not  the  fondest  of  this  person  ,  but  deep  down  she  really  appreciates  them

music buddies !! these  two  are  both  in  the  music  industry  &  rather  than  it  being  competitive  ,  they’ve  developed  a  friendship  from  it  & enjoy  working  together  .  

* someone  sofie  ghostwrites  for  !! for  whatever  reason  ,  this  muse  doesn’t  write  their  own  songs  & instead  pays  sofie  to  write  them  for  them  .  she  doesn’t  love  it  but  its  a  way  to  make  money  &  give  away  songs  she  doesn’t  feel  attached  to  but  are  worth  something  .  maybe  its  tense  bc  they  claim  the  songs  as  their  own  &  sofie  doesn’t  like  it  ,  this  could  be  ~escandolo~  later  !!

*** my boy ( high school bf ) !! - ok  tea  this  song  is  the  one  that  broke  her  into  the  industry  .  she  produced  it  all  herself  &  just  relased  it  to  her  soundcloud  thinking  it  wouldn’t  rly  go  anyway  but  !!  joke’s  on  yung sofie  .  essentially  he  thought  the  relationship  was  going  well  ,  she’d  met  his  family  &  they  rly  liked  her  but  !! sof  was  feeling  kinda  smothered  &  told  herself  he  was  lying &  cheating  on  her  n  shit  so  she  wrote  a  song  about  it  !! &  once  it  was  starting  to  get  attention  he  was  like  ….. uhhh  what  the  fuck  & she  was  like  haha  sorry  !! so  they  broke  up  &  ever  since  its  been  animosity ,  but  she  realizes  she  fucked  up  but  it  launched  her  career  so  she  doesn’t  know  whether  to  keep  up  the  idgaf  i  hurt  you  or  apologize  .  

* ex - friends  !!  ok  pls  i  have  this  hc  where  sofie  got  way  too  high  one  night  &  slept  with  this  person’s  dad  or  sibling  or  smth !!  u  know  that  line  in  ‘ bad guy ’  where  she  goes  ‘ might  seduce  your  dad  type  ? ’  ya  that’s  got  sofie  written  ALL  over  it  !!   &  now  they’re  not  friends  bc  sofie  can’t  keep  it  in  her  pants  but  both  sides  kinda  misses  the  other  but  are  too  stubborn  to  say  anything  :~(

exes from college / high school  !!  - ok honestly i just love all the exes plots . gimme someone who like maybe they were hooking up & decided to give it a shot dating & it worked for a while but ultimately fell apart bc of sof’s inability to open up. maybe theres still tension or maybe theyre friends now !!

* lovely  !!  -  i  need  a  male  voice  for  khalid’s  part  in  lovely  bc  i  need  this  song  in  my  life  bc  its  a  whole  ass   sofie  mood  ok  .  

i’ve  also  got  a  wanted  connections  tag  linked  HERE  dksfj there's  not  much  in  it  yet  but  feel  free  to  check  it  out  .  ok  i  love  y'all  

[thoseofgreatambition]

Ten Months

warnings: pg-13 sexual tones. swearing, angst if you squint. 

wordcount: 1.6K

description: emma looks after fred when he gets back from the hospital after the final battle, and is worried as he seemingly begins to strain himself. however fred’s more focused on returning to normal-- and ending this damned dry spell you two had imposed on you. 

a/n: this is for @nosebleednougats​ who won my new years contest! emma won a her x canon character fic, that was about 1.5-2K in length. i hope you like it wife <3 also bc this is sexual i’m not tagging the ppl i know are under age. 

again-- no actual hanky panky and is still fairly tame i think

but still

PERM TAG LIST: ( - ppl i know are underage) @whyarentyoulaughingj @rexster10 @oh-the-snowinthemoonlight @geeksareunique @phantomhive-shadow @thephelpstwins @notstandingstill-imlyinginwait @siriuslyimmoony @yourslytherinprincess @bloomweasley @gobletofweasley @stillwater20-blog @dramatic-and-young @starlitmoony @blusnowflakee @l-am-tired @lovelaughlivesmilebright @wizardingworldwaitforme @imaginethis-st

FRED WEASLEY TAG LIST: @slytherinsouldetective @wildfire-whizbangs 

(if u are a minor and i still tagged you let me know please)

You moved in with the twins, right after they returned to their flat. Or-- to phrase it better, while Fred was still recovering from being almost smushed by a wall, you moved in with George because you knew that it'd take the two of you to give him a proper team when he was able to come home.

Molly had offered to let all three of you stay at the burrow, and there was no doubt in your mind that she meant it, but also-- you wanted space. Or as much space as living with your boyfriend and his brother would allow. 

Thankfully the twins seemed to be on your same page. 

Fred had told you time after time that you didn’t need to move in to take care of him. 

Hell, he’d even told George that he didn’t need to, but both of you had promptly shut that idea of his down. 

It was an easy choice for both of you-- being there for someone you loved. 

So here you were-- fretting about while George finally got some sleep. The poor man hardly got any of that anymore. Fred watched you with a small frown as you walked around the flat, waving your wand to clean up the mess that everyone had made through the day. His eyes didn’t leave you. 

Things were getting better for him. He’d been out of the hospital for almost three weeks-- he could walk on his own. He was getting less and less shaky as time went on. Fred could manage most daily activities by himself. 

All in all, he would say that he was about seventy percent independent. Able to do his own thing. Which made this just a tad annoying. 

“Let me help you, Emma.” 

Instinctively, you shook your head as you nudged the small pile of shoes into a line, “No Freddie-- you’ve gotta rest.” you didn’t hear him get up behind you, and jolted a bit as his arms wrapped around your waist and his lips pressed against the nape of your neck. 

“I’m feeling a lot better.” 

“You are?” there’s a little bit of nervousness in your voice-- it’s all you can think about sometimes, how small and broken he looked after the battle. How worried you were when he was in St. Mungo’s. You suck in a deep breath as he presses a few more kisses to the area of skin before inhaling the scent of your shampoo. 

It makes him grin a bit-- you’ve been knicking his shampoo since you moved in. While he loved the one you used to use, there’s something oddly wonderful about smelling himself so literally on you. “I do. So stop fretting so much. I can help clean. I can walk for a bit. I know my limits.” 

He was Fred Weasley for Merlin’s sake-- since when did he like people treating him like a glass vase? He’d gone back to class three days after almost having his skull cracked in by a bludger. 

Then again he wasn’t stupid-- he knew that was a lot different than what had happened to him, but the principle still stood. 

He was rather tough. He could handle this. 

For as much as he felt his personality changing and becoming in some ways a person he didn’t always recognize-- so full of nerves and fear-- he wanted to reclaim what little of his old life that he could. 

That meant normality. 

That meant getting you and his brother to stop treating him like an invalid. 

Your hands drifted to his as they clasped your waist, fingertips dancing over his knuckles as you closed your eyes and took in his warmth. 

Really, you’d never thought that you’d taken him for granted-- you had always gone on and on about how wonderful he was. But it wasn’t until Fred had almost been torn away from you so suddenly that you realized you hadn’t taken in every detail of him nearly enough. Little things like this could have been forgotten. How much larger his hands were than yours. The way he applied just enough pressure that when his hand removed you knew there’d be a mark on your skin for a moment or so.

“I love you Fred.” 

“I love you too. Now let me make you dinner.” 

There was a pause from you, as you considered his words. “Only if you let me help.” you giggled a little at the small huff of indignation from Fred, only to laugh a full fledged laugh when he pecked your cheek and relented. 

“Alright-- but I do most of the cooking.” 

“Deal.” 

Things felt back to normal. So much so that you were able to relent just a bit and forget about everything that had happened. 

There was just Fred. 

Laughter, and Fred. 

The way you always preferred it, if you were to be truthful. 

You two chatted over dinner-- pasta that was surprisingly good despite him not having cooked in several months. You reckoned it was a family recipe he’d memorized long ago. When it came time to clear your plates Fred was first to stand up and tutted when you tried to gather everything. With a wave of his wand he got the kitchen in motion to clean itself. “Rest, love. You’ve been on your feet all day.” 

“Shouldn’t I be telling you something like that?” 

You were met with a smacking kiss on your cheek-- laughing just a bit as Fred pulled you up from your chair and towards the couch. “I’ve been resting for about a month and a half now. I think I can manage to upright for a little bit.” 

As he pulled you into his lap, sitting down first and hooking his arms around you. His lips immediately found your neck, quite eager. This was the first time in a while that you’d treated him like you used to, like he wasn’t fragile, and all it did was get him excited about other things you two used to do. 

“Fred what are you--” you laughed a bit as you felt his hand rest on your knee before slowly and gently making its way up your thigh. “Aren’t you eager?” It was pretty easy to tell where he was getting at with this. 

“In my defense love-- we haven’t had sex since before the war.” 

That made you think for a moment. Obviously it was factual, but the proper amount of time hadn’t hit you. 

It was late April now so-- 

Ten months. 

Holy shit. 

Understandable-- seeing as War and not being within fifty miles of each other until right before Fred almost died could do wonders on a couples sex life, but still. 

A lot. 

It was a rather rough nip on your neck that brought you back to focus, and you tried to stifle your groan as it was soothed with flicks of his tongue and more presses of his soft lips against the delicate skin of your neck. 

“Are you sure--” 

“Yes.” his hands became more rushed as you tilted your head towards him and closed the distance between your lips. Quickly, he tried to work you out of your top-- patience long forgotten as the buttons began to pop off. His lips seperated from yours with a soft smaking sound, and he swiftly repositioned you two so you were straddling his lap instead of simply sitting on him. “That work for you Emma?” 

He was Fred Weasley. 

It’d been ten months. 

You were the love of his life. 

Honestly, as long as you wanted to have sex with him, this was going to happen. 

He would see to it.

Very quickly you nodded, grabbing him by the collar of his sweater and tugging him towards you once more as your lips crashed against his. It was like all the time you’d missed was hitting you all once, and you found yourself getting more and more eager even though you two had hardly started yet. 

You heard him start to chuckle into your lips as you let out a rather pathetic whine. Immediately you wished you had stayed quiet. You knew that laugh. 

That laugh meant that despite how impatient he was, Fred Weasley was going to take his sweet ass time with you. 

“Freddie no teasing tonight.” 

He acquired the tone of mock offense, “Do you think I’m going to call you names?” his hands drifted up your sides, “Am I really that mean of a boyfriend? I’d always hoped that I was nicer than that.” 

You tried to scowl the best you could at him, but found yourself failing because of him and his damned wandering hands. You choked down a loud moan halfway through, red faced as Fred repeated his ministrations with his hands. “George--” 

With a glare, Fred looked up at you, “I was hoping we could do this without talking about him, actually.” when you smacked his arm, he let out a rather indignant ‘Hey!’. 

“We’ll wake up George if we stay out here you numpty! Do you want your brother to walk in on you eating m-” 

Quickly, Fred had you scooped up in his arms and was carrying you into the room you now shared. “Well spotted, thank you Emma.” 

“Freddie my shirt--”

“He’ll just have to deal with seeing that, George will understand.” 

[floralreddie]

omg can you do richie x reader with 179 and 187

179: First one to make a noise loses and 187. Already? Do I really have that much of an effect on you?

I’m going to make this part of my 10 part Richie x Reader imagines simply because I nee some kind of emotional shit when I write smut otherwise I can’t get the background of the characters, in this case the Reader (part 10 is coming out after this some time tonight, final part guys!) Something fun before than, though bc angst angst angst. This is smutty guys, so be warned! Both Richie and reader are 18 in this. This is my first IT smut!! be kind!!

Warnings: NSFW, swearing, general Tozier, jealous Richie bc I’m a fucking idiot and love that shit

Pairing: Richie Tozier x Reader

Richie x Reader taglist: @pearltheartist@mikoalabearwrites @arielgirly @trashmouth-smashmouth@mzcescapie @somenates27@reddiesballoons @cawcawhawkeye @richietoaster @sassy-molassy @fuckin-richie

forever taglist: @pearltheartist@mikoalabearwrites @arielgirly @trashmouth-smashmouth@mzcescapie@somenates27@reddiesballoons@cawcawhawkeye@richietoaster@sassy-molassy@fuckin-richie @zerealromaniangurl@notagoodplace4gods @itsway-past-mybedtime @homohayls @reddiefic@trashmouth-tozier69@temptedtozier@bitchardtozier@virgo-green

You’re quite sure that Richie is entirely unaware of how fucking good looking he is.

You know this simply because of the way he dresses and presents himself. Okay, shit, that’s probably not the nicest thing to say about your boyfriend of six months, but it’s fucking true. Richie has big ol’ glasses that magnify the shit out of his brown eyes, he practically lives in Hawaiian shirts and bans shirts that smell like smoke, and he rarely brushes his mass of curls.

You can’t really talk. You don’t exactly dress cool, Like Bev did, nor trendily, like Greta, your ex-best friend, does. You usually wander around in boyfriend jeans, dungarees, one of Richie’s shirts, or occasionally shorts. Thing is, you know this, but you know guys look at you. Still, not as many as the amount of girls that look at your boyfriend.

Tonight is no exception. 

You’re at a party, all you and the Losers (you still call yourselves that, even though you’re without Bev and Ben now), and you’re so very fucking aware of how the wannabe punk and rock girls are giving your boyfriend the side eye. You know, despite the fact that he’s wearing horrendously torn jeans rolled above his ankles, chucks than you know smell fucking terrible, and a grey Ramones tee that is far to fucking big on his lanky, tall form.

Hell, you don’t really get jealous when you catch them eyeing Richie as he spins Eddie and Bill around the makeshift dance-floor, because you’re well aware that Richie would never do something as terrible as cheat on you and being jealous just isn’t you.

So, you take another sip from your red cup (you don’t know what it is, but Stan insisted you drink it because the dude secretly loves to party) and you lean against the wall with him and bop your heads to Guns ‘N Roses.

‘I’m going to go to the bathroom!’ Stan yells over the music. He was never one for rock, but when anything by Blondie came on he would find Richie and the two would dance away. Never, though, would he get messy drunk. You had never seen him like that. You had never seen Stan be a messy anything.

You nod and pull a thumbs up and continue to lean against the wall, eyes wandering over the mass of Derry teenagers crammed into the small sitting room. The song had changed to something by The Clash, and you find yourself bobbing drunkenly along to the tune. When Richie jumps beside Eddie and Bill (both of whom are messy drunk), hair flying as he imitates an air guitar, you catch his grin and throw him a smile and a snort.

You had elected to enjoy nights like this (because College reply letters are coming, and you and Richie both know you’ve applied for schools at separate ends of the country and the idea of forgetting terrifies you), so you’re just about to step out onto the dance floor with your friends when a hand latches onto your shoulder.

You turn, then smile lightly. ‘Oh, hi, Daniel’.

The boy, of whom you were well aware had a crush on you, grins toothily. ‘Heya, (Y/N)! How’re ya doin’?’

You shrug, reply something, and take another gulp of your drink. He nods, sways, and asks if you want to dance. You throw him an awkward look, and he jumps, hands up. ‘Sorry, sorry!’ he smiles. ‘I know - Tozier has claimed you’.

You want to snap that Richie did not fucking own you, but just smile thinly instead. It’s then that some idiot who called himself Big D (you had no fucking clue what his real name was) come up behind Daniel and threw an arm around his shoulders. ‘Aaaah, told you to just talk to her, Dan!’

You stare at the tall and broad teen. Daniel blushes puce.

You don’t notice Richie beginning to stare.

‘Uh, I was just gonna go and dance…’ You begin to say, starting to edge toward the dancing teens once again. You really could not be fucked with whatever this was, nor could you be bothered with Big fucking D. Whatever that was.

Daniel smiles and nods, but Big freakin’ D reaches forward with a meaty hand and clamps it down on your shoulder, dragging you back forward. You begin to glare, a hot retort already on your tongue, but D cuts you off with, ‘Come on, (Y/N)! One last night for the little virgin here before we all start hopping off to College, huh? I’m sure Tozier won’t mind-’

‘I think he fucking might,’ you snap, pulling yourself away from D as Daniel shrinks against the larger boys form and stutters out a sorry to you. ‘Now, fuck off and let me finish my drink and dance with my boyfriend, Big D. Christ. What a fucking name’.

With that, you chug down the rest of your drink and drop the cup at the two boys feet, before turning on your heel and starting for where Richie was already breaking free of the crowd with an out of character stern look on his sharp face. Behind him, you see Eddie and Bill drunkenly swaying with each other as Bill screams out his own rendition of Everybody Wants To Rule The World.

Some guy in your Math class even whips out a lighter.

‘The fuck was that?’ Richie asks, brow furrowed and eyes narrowed behind his large glasses. He catches your elbow as you trip toward him, and his cheeks are flushed from drink and dancing as you reach up, curl a hand around his neck, and press your mouth solidly against his. 

You know that he’ll know something is up form just that, because you’re totally not one for PDA.

His glasses knock against your nose, like every time, but you hardly notice. Instead, you pull away from him and press one more kiss against his lips and pull a sardonic smile. ‘Just some assholes being assholes,’ you reply.

Richie grins and throws an arm around your shoulder and dips his head his curls brushing your forehead and his nose bumping against yours. ‘Well, shit, maybe more people should start being assholes to you if it gets that reaction’. You stare up at him and snort, to which he gazes drunkenly up, a thoughtful look on his face, and then back down at you. ‘Shit. That sounded better in my head’. He glances over your head, presumably toward Big D, before wrapping an arm around your waist and tugging you closer to him. ‘Daniel Edge, huh? He still after you?’

You shrug. ‘Doesn’t matter. I got myself a Trashmouth, who needs Daniel Edge, right?’

Still, Richie looks back over your shoulder with narrowed eyes. ‘I’m not exactly thrilled about how Big D is looking at you right now, doll. Mind if I show him exactly why you’re with the stud Trashmouth and why you’re the luckiest girl around?’ He looks back down at you, a grin flashing across his features.

And you’re drunk and warm, so the words have warmth spreading through your stomach. You roll your eyes. ‘Fine-’

And the his mouth is on yours, and you’re glad beyond fucking belief that the Losers are all far to wasted (and that Mike isn’t here and instead saving himself for work in the morning, because you really don’t want him to see this). Richie is gathering you close to him, both arms around your waist and mouth hot against yours, and its his favourite way of kissing. All teeth and tongue. 

You hate that he can make you fucking goop, by just one kiss.

And you’re half annoyed that he did this, because if he had told you he was going to kiss you like this in front of all your peers, you would have told him to fuck off. Instead, you do something else. You do something that will embarrass him back.

You wrap your arms around his neck (you feel his jolt of surprise) and your press yourself closely to him as Nena blares around the small house. You move so that every inch of you is against his tall and lanky form, and so that your chest presses hard against his.

And you’re tipsy and will probably regret this later, because someone fucking whistles.

You don’t even know who was hosting this fucking party. 

You bite his lip and Richie yanks his face away from yours, his cheeks pink, his eyes wide, and his glasses askew. ‘Shit, doll,’ he breathes, a slow smile making it’s way onto his face as you scoff and refuse to look about you. You don’t want to know who saw that. ‘Shit, I have a fucking hard-on’.

You grin and nod. ‘That’s what you get for bombarding me!’

He gapes. ‘With a kiss? How dare I kiss my girlfriend’. He grins and kisses you on the nose. ‘Well, mission accomplished. Big D and Mr I-Cant-Take-A-Hint have gone. Oh, look, Stan’s dancing with Eddie and Bill now’.

You do look, head craned round Richie’s form as your arms stay around his neck. Ah. Blondie was playing. 

You stiffen when Richie lean close to your ear, mouth against your lobe, and whispers lowly, ‘I really fucking want you now, doll’. You blush to your roots and blink up at him, belly flipping as his darker than usual eyes and dusty pink cheeks.

You press yourself to him, grin sliding onto your face, and feel his arousal. Mouth a breath away from his, you murmur, ‘Wanna take a trip upstairs, Trashmouth?’

Richie stares at you, checking your seriousness, before swearing and all but dragging you from the living room and up the stars of whoevers house this was. The upstairs was slightly quieter than the downstairs, filled with the drunkest of the party. Most were sitting on the landing floor, crying or having some heart to heart.

You and Richie stumble past them, your hand in his. You nudge him toward the bathroom, where you quickly slam the door shut, lock it, and do exactly what you had wanted to do for the past ten minutes.

You press him up against the wall, hands on his cheeks and body pressed close to his as you reach to tug at his hair, your lips on his jaw and lips as he breathes heavily, hands rounding to slide over your waist to your behind.

‘Shit, doll,’ he breathes, nudging your chin up with his nose as he all but attacks your neck with his mouth. ‘Fuckin’ hate seeing guys looking at you like that, y’know,’ he hums, ducking even lower to kiss your collarbone. You sigh and hold his hair, tugging it again and relishing his groan and hot breath against your neck. ‘Even when we were kids, and now…’ he trails off and presses a sound kiss to your lips. He shrugs and pushes your bum forward, so that you’re pressed even closer to him. You forgot how fucking much he loved dirty talk. ‘Hate it even more, now’.

Your grin and shush him. ‘You’ve got to be quiet!’ you whisper, kissing the corner of his mouth. 

‘Now, doll,’ Richie hums, dragging you closer and nibbling your ear, breath warm and voice low. ‘You know you just make me all swoony and such-’ You snort and slam a hand over his mouth as he starts being loud again. ‘You’re fucking louder than me,’ he says, voice muffled by your hand.

You pull your hand away, brown cocked. ‘I am not’.

Richie snorts. ‘Fine then. Tell you what, first one to make a noise loses’.

‘Lose at what-?’

But you’re already being spun around and pressed against the tiled wall as music thrums beneath you two, and Richie’s mouth his hot against your neck as he reaches for your thighs, pulling one of your legs high around his waist.

You gasp.

‘Ah, shush now,’ he admonishes, grinning and winking through thick lens glasses.

You clamp your mouth shut, even when he flick his tongue out and licks up your neck, ending with a kiss to your mouth. It’s when he rests his head against your shoulder and grinds against your hot core that you stutter out a breath, already freaking turned on beyond belief. Through his jeans, you can feel just how much this is effecting him, too.

Still, you stay quiet.

And then the asshole, the utter asshole, does the one thing that he knows has you melting. He lifts his head, and you feel his hot breath on your ear before he rakes his teeth over your neck, tongue hot as he bites lightly.

By this point, you’ve had enough.

You reach up to tug at his hair again, his weakness, and you watch as he pulls away from your neck and his eyes all but roll to he back of his head, his teeth clamped over his lip.

You grin as you watch, quite decided that you love this boy.

He glares at you and you kiss his nose, before dropping your leg from his large hand and blinking up at him as he stares down at you, glasses fogging up, hair a disarray, hard-on painfully obvious, and grey shirt rumpled and showing his dark trail of hair leading below his low slung jeans.

You’re going to win this.

So, you smile up at him and kick off your heeled boots, before reaching underneath your dress and quickly discarding yourself of your pretty plain dark underwear. Still, the blandness of the underwear doesn’t stop Richie from staring down at your as your straighten up like you’re the actual she-devil.

You suppose he didn’t think you’d take it this far.

And honestly, you can’t really believe you’re about to do what you are about to fucking do.

You step back, back pressed against the wall, and reach under your dungaree dress and you touch your wet self. You have to admit you’re a bit dramatic with the way you open your mouth and bite your lips, eyes trained on his wide ones, but you want to fucking win this, okay?

Richie starts for you, hand coming for you arm and chest heaving, but you jolt back, had still beneath you dress. You shake your head.

He all but gapes at you.

You continue to touch yourself, even going as far as to allow yourself to briefly kiss him, before backing away again. You’re pretty fucking sure you’re going to be the one to cave soon, because you want nothing more than to have Richie touching you right now.

You can see him cracking, though. He’s watching you with an open mouth and clenched fists as you pleasure yourself, your hand working faster now. The sight of him alone, looking like that, is bringing you to the edge closer than you would have thought.

‘Oh, fuck it, doll. You win, alright?’ And then he’s crashing against you, his mouth hot against yours and his glasses clattering onto the floor. You grasp at his face and yank at his hair, so fucking thankful that his willpower as shit. You laugh into his mouth, stuttering when he reaches underneath your dress and picks up where you left off.

And, finally, you can tell him how good it feels. ‘Already? Do I really have that much of an effect on you?’

‘Jesus fucking Christ, (Y/N),’ Richie breathes, biting and sicking at your neck. ‘Never wanted to touch you so fucking badly before. You are cruel, woman’.

You laugh, before reaching down and unbuckling his belt and slipping your hand underneath his boxers and touching him, and you nearly laugh at how hard he is. He groans and buries his face into your hair as you touch him and he touches you, and you’re not really sure when he hooks your hips around his skinny waist, but suddenly he’s inside you and you’re both muttering to each other as music blares around you and someone knocks on the door.

‘Fuck, fuck, fuck,’ Richie mutters, moving inside of you faster now, and you know he’s close.

‘Love you, Rich,’ you mutter, pressing kisses to his cheekbones as you claw at his back. 

When you both come, it’s with your eyes on him as he clenches his own shut and mutters your name, his mouth against your neck. When he helps you onto your feet, it’s with gentle hands a sleepy gaze and kisses to your hair.

When your both unlock the door and open it, Stan Uris stares at you both with a highly repulsed expression and says, blandly, ‘Bill threw up. We’ve got to leave’. He throws you the side-eye for a moment, as Richie coughs next to you and adjusts his glasses. ‘Your underwear is on the floor behind you, (Y/N)’.

You blush. Richie snorts. 

And you look at Richie as Stan walks away and someone stumbles past the bathroom door, and you press a kiss to his mouth and he wraps an arm around your waist, and you say, ‘That was a one time thing, don’t expect that again’.

‘I can be very persuasive, doll,’ he winks.

You roll your eyes and reach up to flick the lens of his glasses. ‘They fell off again. I would say get lenses, but I love these too much, four-eyes. Promise you’ll never get contacts, right?’

Richie rolls his eyes and drags you from the bathroom. At that moment Greta stumbles in and spews into the toilet bowl. ‘I promise, doll’.

-

Decades later, you find yourself in a Chinese restaurant walking slowly toward your old friends, and hugging a man without glasses who was the love of your life who you had forgotten, and wondering why he broke his promise.

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Revas’ Classroom rules.

    [ Raven Cycle Verse shit. ]

[bc i feel like writing these down]

“I’ve got thirteen rules for this classroom. You either listen to them, or fail.” Her voice wasn’t as soft as normal. This was, ideally, her teaching voice. First few days would always be edged, and making sure they listened. “First off, You don’t show up? You don’t get a grade. Big ‘ol zero for the day. Miss enough days, and you fail. Excused absences are fine, but you better be prepared to do your make up work, or the zero stays.” It’s a harsh rule, one she doesn’t use often. This school was different, needed to have a good reason to show up. 

“Secondly, If you’re going to be late, don’t say anything when you arrive. Just find your seat and see me after class to clear things up. You won’t get a zero for being late, promise.” This, however, was her standard rule. You can be late as you want, but just be quiet about it. “Third; no sexist, racist, or homophobic remarks, kay? Y’all might not have write ups here, but I’ll make sure you get some punishments. And it goes on your record.” Emerald eyes scanned the room, watched some of them squirm. Like she was reading their thoughts when her eyes met theirs. She knew how boys could be. “Four. Missed homework can be turned in at the end of the week. I do accept it late. You will never have homework that takes more than a half hour to do. If it does, talk to me. We’ll work on it. Five ties into this. Same rule applies to tests, but you gotta chill with me during lunch or after school. Your choice.” 

She’s still glancing over the room. Noticing some of them fiddling with their phones, some still tangled in headphone cables. “Six. You can use your cell phones for music. Anything else? Won’t work. Trust me, this place is a dead zone,” she sighs, hearing the disgruntled groans of her students. Trust me, same guys same. “Moving on. Seven, You want a good grade? Earn it.” 

Back to that hard tone, edged and pointed at all of them. Probably sounds like the rest of the staff. Chip on her shoulder and angry at them for who they are. But she’s not. “Eight! You guys will love this one, promise. You can swear, cuss or whatever you call it. Just no dropping the f-bomb, verbally. In your notes is fine. Also, no calling each other names. Like, no one call each other bitch. You can call me that, I don’t care. But not each other.”  She’s sort of walking back and forth at the front of the classroom, not pacing. More like a very watchful raven, waiting to swoop down and tangle with a mouse. “Nine. Notebook checks on a monthly basis. You don’t have to have things word for word. I just want to make sure you’re paying attention. Ten. Do not interrupt me, or my lessons. Get too loud, you get a zero. Whole class gets loud? You all get zeros. You can talk during assignments, just not while I’m teaching. So stay on point, boys.” Any whispers from before soften. “Onto the best ones,” her voice loses its edge, softens slowly. “Eleven. I am here to help you. I have a doctorate in natural science. I’m really good at math, and I minored in history. So, if you need help with any subject, don’t be afraid to talk to me about it. I’m here to teach you, regardless of subject.” 

   She leans against her desk, sitting on it now so her feet swing. “Twelve! Don’t call me Miss Ramsey. Doctor Revas, just Revas, or Teach works. Didn’t go to school for ten years to be called miss.” Her smile grows, “ and finally.  You can bribe me all you want, threaten me, whatever. Doesn’t work. I’m here to teach. You’re here to learn. So earn it. I know you all can. “ She pauses, looking around the room and hopping off her desk. She doesn’t exactly land where one might think, instead further ahead. Floating almost. 

“And look, I know I sound like a hardass here. But, really, I can be worse. I care about your success. I do not want you to fail. You will, if you try hard enough. But I don’t want you to, and I won’t let you. You will have enough opportunity to earn your grade. I suggest you take them if you need them. Also if you miss two days in a row, I will call your parents. If you have a problem, come to me after class or school. I will be here till 5:30pm after school. I will not hold you responsible for notes you missed, by the way. If you miss a day,  I will give you the missed notes. 

Again, I’m here to teach you. Not fail you. Not watch over you for an hour. I’m here to teach. Got it? Good. “ 

She doesn’t pause for them to ask questions, only takes a moment to count how many are already missing. How many times she’s going to repeat this speech. Aligning faces to names, names to faces. The small little twitches, the different ticks of all her students. The other faculty had acted like she’s new to this. To rich kids and teaching. Both wrong. She was a jack of all trades, really. Doctorate in Natural Science. Masters in Education. Minored in History for her doctorate. Writing a book about the effects of invasive species of plants, and how you can potentially use some of their growing speed to increase the rate of growth of other plants. Potentially. But, there were moments where she would tutor children, or take a job to sub for an absent teacher. And actually teach. 

   Just like she’d do here. A prideful grin pulled at her lips, grabbing a stool and sitting in the middle of the front area of the room. 

“Now, get your notebooks out. First assignment starts now.”