#watt fanfic

[joysmercer]

[kate dies au]

“Okay team, same time tomorrow. Um, at least try and learn the words to the cheer at least by then, yeah?” Cairo waves a hand, dismissing them.

Chess watches as the others wander off to the locker rooms or the parking lot. She waits until she’s absolutely certain they would be out of earshot before approaching the other girl.

“How was the test?” Cairo asks, not looking up from her work.

“Okay. There were only ten minutes left of practice when I finished, otherwise I would’ve—”

“That’s fine.” Cairo continues reorganizing the pom-pom box as if the pom-poms were an abandoned lot and she was a bulldozer assigned to raze it over.

Chess clears her throat nervously. “I, uh, got you something.”

Cairo finally turns around, first raising her eyebrows quizzically, but narrowing them sharply when she spots the starbucks cup Chess is holding.

“Just how you like it,” Chess mumbles, shoving it into Cairo’s hand. She looks down, wishing she could sink into the floor. This was stupid, what was I thinking, trying to make amends, as if—

“Iced Chai Tea Latte,” Cairo says. “Chai, my favorite.”

Chess looks up, but doesn’t dare say anything.

Cairo turns the cup in her hands, brushing her thumb over the name scrawled on it. “Chesapeake,” she reads, then immediately smiles, the corners of her eyes crinkling for the first time since the sleepover. “It’s you!”

Chess’s heart skips a beat. She remembers. “From Chess to Cai—”

“The whole world, and then some,” Cairo says, finishing the stupid saying they’d come up with all those years ago.

Cairo had started it when she’d convinced herself that Chess’s real name must be Chesapeake (after the bay) because her name was Cairo (after the city) and it just made sense.

Chess had played along, quipping that with names like that, the two of them were halfway to world domination, and they burst into giggles (both of them just the right level of tipsy to find everything funny). They laughed and laughed, and the lights turned brighter and the music dulled around them and the sparkles in Cairo’s eyes became the most beautiful things in the universe, and when they kissed, Chess felt like she was flying.

And fly she did, but then the summer was over and, well, high school is hard in more ways than one.

The two girls stare at each other, an awkward silence filling the space between them.

Cairo clears her throat. “Um, if that’s it—next time, make up tests at lunch so you’re not missing practice.”

“Will do, Cap.” Chess is about to leave, but one final wave of adrenaline washes over her and she turns around again. “If you were serious about the world-domination thing—”

“Chess—”

Chess holds up a hand to stop her. “You need an assistant.”

Cairo humphs, frowning, but Chess holds her gaze. “You can’t do this alone, and while I may be fucked”—she gestures to her knee—“I did once had the best technique on this team. I can help.”

Cairo eyes her carefully, and Chess feels rather like a bug under a microscope. “Get here an hour early tomorrow.”

“Uh…”

“Half hour wind-sprints to make up for today.” Cairo pauses. “And a half-hour admin meeting. We’ve got to re-choreograph that cheer.”

[reneeluv154]

I need you

I hope you enjoy this imagine!!🤍🤍

This is a smut imagine about Newt.

I realize it’s a little long, I apologize. There isn’t really a plot just straight up smut.

:)

I tickled Newt’s hand, making him stir.

“Hmmph.” He grumbled, opening his lazy eyes.

“What love?” He whispered.

His voice made me horny. We may have our own room in the glade but that doesn’t mean the walls aren’t paper thin. Anyone at any time could hear everything. I smirked, wrapping both my legs around one of his and grinding.

He cocked an eyebrow.

“Not tonight love.” He pulled me closer holding me still. I tried desperately to grind on him but he wouldn’t let me.

“Shhh go to sleep, baby.”

I clenched my legs hard. Hearing him call me “Baby” made me need him even more.

“But Newt you promised!” I whined.

“Be quiet, there’s others trying to sleep.” His voice was more demanding. Thirty minutes later we still just lay there. I tried multiple times to grind on him or kiss him just trying to get him in the mood but he wouldn’t budge and he would slap my hand anytime I got too close to his Penis. My next choice was to touch myself but yet again I was stopped, no matter how quietly I tried.

“Newt please, I need this.”

A tear ran down my face in desperation and frustration. He sighed, wiping my tears, getting up and grabbing his shoes before picking me up, and letting me straddle him. I moaned from the contact and immediately began making out with his neck, trying to get more friction by moving myself roughly up and down his chest.

Before I knew it we were at our spot, deep in the deadheads where no one could hear or find us. I squealed when he set me down finally connecting our lips, we made out for a long while before he pulled away, both gasping for air.

“Newt, I need you,” I begged.

“Prove it, princess.” He whispered.

I smiled before lowering to the ground feeling the leaves and grass beneath me. I reached up and pulled down his trousers. Shocked to see he hadn’t worn any underwear to bed. He was huge, I swear bigger than last time. It was thick and long with veins bulging from it.

“You miss him, baby?” I nodded, giving him the cutest doe eyes I could. There was no sense of sleep in his eyes, he was wide awake and so was his Dick.

“Go on.” He pushed.

I trailed my tongue from his v all the way to the tip before taking him in my mouth and softly moving my tongue in circles around the tip. He moaned and threw his head back with his eyes shut.

I very slowly began sucking, moving my head back and forth. I wasn’t going to give it to him that easy, he made me wait, why shouldn’t he?

“You're gonna have to move a little faster, yeah?” He grunted.

I giggled, sending vibrations down his dick, his legs shook from the amount of edging.

“Faster princess.” He was much more dominant now grabbing my hair, and forcing his cock down my throat over and over again until he came, groaning loudly. I felt the sweet liquid shoot into the back of my throat before he pulled out. I looked up at him to show his load letting some dribble down my Chin before swallowing the rest.

“Mmmm, now it’s your turn princess.”

He grabbed me by my arm, roughly walking me over to a tree and tying my hand’s tightly around it, my ass sticking out from behind. He lifted my chin to look at him.

“This is what happens when you aren’t patient.” He gave me a small kiss before making his way behind me.

“I don’t think we need this now do we?” He asked, ripping off my tank top.

I gasped trying to move back against him. “A a ah, you do that again and I won’t let you finish, do you understand me?”

I nodded

“Yes.”

“Alright.”

He ripped both my bra and my panties off, playing with my nipples pinching and rubbing them, making me moan and arch my back. I could feel his dick against my ass making it harder not to grind.

“You're such a good girl.” He cooed.

My wetness was now running down my legs as I felt him sucking on my neck. “Are you ready?”

I smiled. Finally, he was gonna fuck me.

“Yes yes, I’m ready.” He chuckled at my desperate pleas, placing both hands on my hips before pushing his dick further inside me than I felt it had ever been. This was heaven. He began thrusting hard and fast into my sensitive pussy while guiding my hips with one hand, using the other to play with my clit. I screamed my eyes rolling back into my head and my back arching as I hit my high cumming on him but he didn’t stop pulling out a few moments later leaving his cum to squirt up my back. The warm sensation made me smile.

After he undid my cuffs and we both got dressed he carried me back to our room laying me down on my stomach and cleaning me up with a wet cloth before lying beside me.

“Was I too rough?” He asked with uncertainty and worry. I slowly shook my head, still recovering from my orgasm. “You were perfect.”

I smiled, cuddling into his chest.

And I felt a subtle kiss on my head while drifting into a relaxing rest.

Not very proud of this lol I was bored and needed something to write.

[the-fiction-witch]

Feelings

Media The Queens Gambit

Character Benny Watts

Couple Benny X Reader

Rating Sweet + SMut

Requested:

Hey fiction witch, if u can see this I have a request, in the show Beth leaves New York and goes back to her house and when Beth and Benny r on the phone Benny gets upset and tells Beth to not call him, after that happens can u plz make y/n find out that Beth hurt Benny and y/n being her sweet and empathetic self, goes to comfort Benny in his house and yk wtv happens next 🤭 if u can make that story asap that would be amazing thank u 🙏

I shifted my hips from side to side humming along with the tune coming from my record player speaker, My hands in the hot water washing up the dishes and pots from dinner. I jumped as I heard my phone begin its blaring. So I left the last pot to soak trying off my hands on my apron as I scampered my shoes across the floor of my little townhouse I quickly turned down the volume on my record player as I passed the shelf, I lost my footing a little on the rug's stupid curled corner and went tumbling onto my sofa on my back, luckily just beside my phone table so I picked up the red rotary phone from the table bringing it to my ear. 

"Y/l/n Residence." I smiled 

"Hi y/n" Beth smiled 

"Ohh, My my to what do I owe the pleasure, Miss Harmon?" 

"Oh you know, nothing unusual. How's queens?" 

"Boring. But finally unpacked my last few boxes so shaping up nicely. How's kentuky?" 

"Much the same" she smiled "So, I had a question."

"ahh there is the point of your call, of course, ask away"

"You've been to Moscow correct?" 

"Yes, I have. I assume there is a follow-up question."

"Yeah, I'm doing a bit of packing. I know everyone says Moscow is cold but... exactly how cold?"

 "When they say cold they mean cold beth. It's freezing in Moscow. The snow came up to my knees. I was so cold I ripped stuffing out of the hotel pillow to shove in my bra because I was convinced my nipples would freeze off. and that's coming from a New York girl" I laughed "Pack for ice. Pack for snow. Pack for seeing your breath inside buildings." 

"Really?"

"If you're too hot you can always take layers off," I explained 

"Fair enough,"

"That all?"

"I had something else to ask too"

"Sure, fire away." 

"Did you... Like to fuck Benny?"

"That's a bold question for six pm" 

"But did you, when you two were... together?"

I laughed "My darling Elizabeth. Me and Benny never have been... together. Not officially anyway."

"But when you did. Did you like to?"

"Sometimes."

"Sometimes?"

"You can say every time you've had sex you liked it? sometimes stuff's just shit"

"But other than those times"

"I did. Course I did. Benny... is a complicated man"

"How so?"

"Because he's Benny" I laugh "He's weird, he thinks fifteen steps ahead at any one moment, he's passionate and dedicated with an ego big enough to fly himself to Moscow and back, but he's also... you know a man. so he's blunt and simple, and can't see a hint five inches in front of his face." I explained, "Why?" 

"I think. it might be over."

"Over? Did it ever begin?"

"I mean... kinda. sort of. It's complicated."

"Beth. What happened?"

"So you know how Benny's been bugging me to come to New York"

"Yes. Because he misses you. That's his way of saying that." 

"Yeah he even told me"

"He told you he missed you?"

"Yes"

"And you did what?"

"Nothing."

"Nothing!"

"Yeah I mean we called a little more but not much else. and I kinda... pissed him off"

"What did you do?"

"I gave the church the money back. I tried to ask him for money. if he wants to come he can help me pay for it right? he flipped out and told me not to call him again. That was... two days ago and he won't answer the phone. Guess I'm just kinda..."

"You're serious?" I sighed 

"Yeah."

"Okay... I have not got time to deal with you" I sighed sitting up normally "All I'm gonna say is you've fucked up Beth. And I am going to clean this up, not because I want to help you. But because I care too much about Benny. I will call you later and we will have a chat" I told her before hanging up the phone 

"Fuck..." I sighed "Harmon, you do make my life difficult" I grabbed the phone again and dialled the number for the Brooklyn basement listening to it ring but no answer, I tried again but still no answer, I gave it one more try but still no answer. 

I gave up setting the phone back on the receiver and I got to my feet untieing my apron throwing it on the kitchen table grabbing my handbag making sure to grab my spare key. changing my shoes and slipping on my gloves before rushing out locking up my front door as I scampered down the steps of the stoop I unlocked the door on my little red mini threw my bag on the passenger seat quickly started the car up and scampered through the New York streets using all the little cut thoughts I knew to travel the six miles from my townhouse in queens to the basement in Brooklyn. I pulled my mini up behind the little blue Beatle parked and grabbed my bag climbing out of the car and heading down the little foul-smelling stairwells until I finally reached the metal door giving it a firm few taps. No answer came. but I could hear noises from within. I knocked much louder but still no answer came.

I rolled my eyes grabbed the spare key from my handbag forced it into the lock and opened the door shutting it behind me immediately I could tell things weren't good.

This apartment was dark, gloomy and damp as usual, bottles littered his table enough you could use them as pieces in a chess game, and things haphazardly moved around the apartment. And Benny amongst it all. Barefoot. Black jeans tight to his body, his belt gone, his black turtleneck on with his sleeves rolled up, frustration across his face, a beer in hand that he finished and there across his apartment smashing it on the wall. 

“Benny?” 

He ran a hand through his hair and glanced up at me “Hey y/n.”

“How are you feeling?” 

“I'm fine” he snapped grabbing a cigarette from his table setting it in his mouth and lighting it up with his old Zippo 

“Benny.” I glared

“I'm fine.” He snapped 

“Beth called me.”

“Did she now? You come down to tell me I'm an asshole”

“I don't make judgements till I hear both sides” I answered “So, tell me what happened.”

“So it fucking -”

“Calmly.” 

“It's over. I'm done with her. I have put up with so much shit from her. She treats me like a doormat, and only calls me when she needs something. Well she can go fuck herself” he says pacing around his apartment

“Okay, what exactly happened?”

“She gave the money back. Asked me to pay for us. She ignored everything I told her. All because she didn't want to sign some worthless bit of paper. Now I can't go to Moscow with her. Fine, she clearly didn't want me with her anyway.”

“Alright, and you told her?”

“I told her not to call me again. She wants to do this on her own fine. She can. She won't hear a word from me, but she can fuck off if she wants anything.” 

“You've been ignoring calls?”

“I didn't exactly feel like talking right now” 

“Alright, go get changed and I'll make you some tea”

“I don't -”

“Benny. Don't make me bonk you with a spoon” 

“Fine I will get changed” he sighed going to his room “and make coffee.”

“No tea. Coffee will keep you up and you do not need more energy right now” I explained going and making some nice tea one for me and one for Benny taking and sitting them both on the small table in the centre of the living space, as well as a glass of water I took a small dustpan and brush from the cabinet and cleaned up the broken glass from the bottle as well as any other little mess that littered the apartment. I went to the small record player beside the chair and for a moment flipped through his small collection grabbing a nice album of some gentle swing music adding it to the player letting it spin and turning it down to almost nothing, and I took a seat on the pile of pillows he used as a sofa. Soon enough he returned with a fresh set of clothes, some new jeans, a black T-shirt and his green button-down 

“There you feel a little better now?”

“It is nice to have some fresh clothes on” he grunted back 

“Come on” I offered patting the pillow beside me

“I'm not in the mood y/n”

“Benny. Come here.”

He rolled his eyes but came and sat beside me still as angry and frustrated as before leaning his head against the exposed bricks 

“Good, now when did you last drink something?”

“I'm not thirsty”

“Did I ask that?”

“No”

“When did you last drink something? You're only going to give yourself a headache” I told him, offering him the water but he turned away “Hydrate. Or I will hit you with a spoon”

He took the glass and had a sizable sip 

“Thank you, now come here and talk it out” 

“Y/n I know you mean well but I’m-”

“I will get the spoon in a minute.” I warn “Come” I demanded patting my thigh

He rolled his eyes but leant over so I wrapped my arms around him letting him lay his head in my lap “I don't see how this is going to help”

“You need to acknowledge and work through your feelings”

“I don't have feelings. I'm a man.”

“Ohh no you don't have feelings. That's why you've been spending your days in a dark basement drinking like a fish and frustrated smoking. No feelings at all” I smiled gently petting his soft fluffy hair 

“I don't need to work through my feelings.”

“Yes, you do. Otherwise, you're just going to be angry forever. And god knows I can't deal with that” I laughed

“Fine” he sighed 

“Take a moment just to clear the brain” I smiled playing with his hair in all the usual spots he liked me too

“My brain doesn’t clear.”

“Then hyperfocus. On the ticking of the clock, the nice gentle music, clear the mind of all other things and just exist for a moment”

We sat for a few moments just enjoying the quiet of his basement, the gentle hum of the music and the rhythm of our breaths

“Okay” He nods sounding far calmer than before

“That help?”

“A little”

“Okay do a Big breath in.”

“Why do I-”

“Benny” I warned so he did as I asked “Big breath in. And back out. Another one in… and another out. Okay? Feel a little better?” I smiled walking him through it a few times

“A bit” 

“Are you calmer?”

“Somewhat”

“So, tell me what happened”

“You going to tell me when I’m wrong?”

“No. I'm not going to say anything you just explain and I will listen.” 

“I try asking her for months to come up to New York, actually spend some time together, no she's busy she needs to do this, she needs to do that, she ghosts me for six months, okay I try asking to go to Paris with her support her with the tournament, no she's going on her own, she can't afford to take me too, so fine she goes on her own only when she's fucked herself up so bad she looses her tournament and has headlines everywhere she was drunk as a sailor then! I got a call. I try to be supportive and offer to pick her up from the airport. No, she wants to be alone. I try to talk her through everything and offer her a safe space, so we can be together and work stuff out, no she wants to be alone. She wants to drink. Fine, I try! I try and say she can drink so long as she came here no she wants to go and get drunk. She goes home to Kentucky and ghosts me again. She calls me finally because she wants my advice and again I try to get her to come here, I try and be nice hell I told her I fucking missed her nope she wants to stay on her own meaning she wants to fucking drink. And again I'm ghosted. She completely ignores what I tell her to do. She gives the church their money and calls me up like I'm the problem! Like I haven't spent the last year waiting for your phone calls like some abandoned puppy! Says she's paying her own way to Moscow and can't afford to take me with her, if I wanna come I need to pay, when she knows full well I don't have two thousand dollars laying around to jet off to Moscow. Accused me of gambling it all away. So fuck it. Fuck her. She wants to go and her drunk and fuck her life up that's her decision she's not taking me down with her. I'm not staying as her fucking doormat fuck to treat her how she wants. If she'd rather get drunk than be with me fine I hope she and her bottle are happy” 

“How did that make you feel?”

“Like shit.”

“Benny, feelings are not shit. use your words. Not just your swears.”

“Like… why should I bother you know? Like I'm trying so so much and you're giving absolutely nothing back. And that makes me feel like I'm the asshole for wanting anything”

“You're not an asshole for wanting acknowledgement Benny. You've done a lot for Beth and it's not easy for you to be emotionally numerable”

“Exactly! It's like you bare your fucking soul to someone and their response is okay cool. What else? Like I don't know what more you want from me. Am I being a dick? Asking for too much or something?”

“I don't think so, I do think you also need to respect Beth is also not an emotional person. The two of you aren't going to have a great emotional conversation because neither of you are good emotional communicators and that's fine some people aren't, but it would seem you are putting a lot of effort in, now Beth may not see it as a lot of effort in her mind and may not be seeing how much effort that Is for you and not appreciate it as much or it could be that she just expects more. and if you can't give her that then you can't there's nothing wrong with that Benny” 

“Do you think I'm an emotionally distant person?”

“You can be. You're… very practical Benny. You're emotional to the extent of practically, when emotions aren't useful you don't bother to express them. But I do think you not in the wrong here you've made a lot of moves to be more outwardly expressive and it was clear you were upset long before this” I explained “I think, and of course, you don't need to take my advice. But I think you and Beth need time apart I think you both need to not see one another, not speak to one another, for a couple of weeks I think you both need to separately decide the kind of relationship you want together. If you want to have the kind of relationship where you call every other day and talk or if you want a relationship where you talk every six months how much emotional investment you each have needs to be equal and it clearly isn't so I think spend time apart to think and when she gets back from Moscow you two need to talk and see where you go from here.”

“... Your right.” He sighed sitting up “Where did you learn all this stuff anyway?” He asks having some tea 

“Therapy. You know that thing I keep telling you to go to”

“I don't need therapy”

“Everyone needs therapy, Benny.”

“I don’t” 

“Yes, you do.” I told him “You have a lot of untapped emotional issues rattling around in that big head of yours” I told him having some tea “And I’m boarder line convinced you have… some type of-”

“No I don’t” he snapped

“Benny you hyperfocus on chess, don’t understand your own emotions, freak out when someone tries to touch your skin, and use your rings like fidget toys… and you don’t think there might be a possibility you could have some form of -”

“No.” 

“Fine, fine. I’m not going to argue with you” I giggled “You should go to therapy though Benny.”

“Ohh what because I have ‘emotional trauma’?”

“Yes. you do.” I told him “Even if it's just having someone to talk to, to rant about your problems”

“That's why I have you” 

“I'm not your therapist Benny”

“Sorry”

“It's fine” I smiled pressing a kiss to the top of his head “You really liked her didn't you?”

“I did. I kinda thought we were the same. Maybe we're too much alike”

“Do you think maybe… you're seeing the bad things in Beth that you see in yourself?”

“Kinda. I think it's … made me realize how bad it is to be on that side of it. To be the one waiting by the phone on the promise of a call that never comes. I think I'm .. trying though. I can see how bad it is and in trying to fix it but just feels like bailing a bucket out a lake” 

“Well, baby steps. Just the fact you see it and are making steps is still better. You're never going to bail the lake if you don't start with a bucket”

“I guess so. It makes me wonder… how she sees me. I know officially we didn't label anything but, I kinda think she just saw me as a chessboard that could make her cum” 

“What did you want her to be?”

“....I don't know. Guess I wanted someone to call. Someone to spend time with. Someone who wants to talk to me. Listens to me. Makes me feel like what I say makes a difference. Like I Matter to them. Someone who gets excited about spending time with me, who wants to be with me not because we might play chess or we might have sex but just because we like being together”

“You ever tell her that?”

“No.”

“Then … you can't expect her to give you that Benny. She's not a mind reader. She doesn't know that's what you want same as you don't know what she wants. You two are both people not great at emotions be the best course is to straight forward sit her down and say that's what you want and if that's not what she wants you can either try to find a middle ground or that can be it”

“Your right. But I don't want to see her. Or talk to her. I don't completely want to think about her but there's no getting out of that” he explained lighting another cigarette “But I'm done. Unless she's willing to try I don't want anything more than to be her friend”

“If that's what you want. That's what you want” I smiled taking the cigarette from him putting it out in the table’s ashtray “You’re not smoking because you want it you smoking because your frustrated.” I laughed

“Your therapist tell you that too?”

“No. I just know you, Benny. Besides you’ve been doing really good. Don’t destroy all your progress just because you’re mad” I told him 

“You rather I drink?”

“I’d rather you have healthy coping mechanisms but you know… baby steps.” I smiled “You feel a bit better? Got all that off your chest?”

“Yeah. Thanks y/n.”

“Your welcome” I smirked having some tea “It's kinda funny”

“What is?”

“That's exactly what I wanted. Back when we …”

“Really?” He asks 

“Yeah. I'd have killed for you to want to spend time with me without it seeming like I was dragging you away from something you wanted to do more”

“.... Fuck. I was a dick.”

“You kinda were.” I laughed “But we wanted different things that's okay”

“I feel like shit. Maybe things would be different if I figured out this is what I wanted”

“Maybe” I shrug “But you didn’t want that then that’s fine you can change your mind as life changes, that wasn’t the sort of thing you wanted then”

“You’re a very emotional person. I think I struggled with that”

“I can be… overly emotional. In working on it. Trying not to overthink everything so much.” I said “How do you think it felt for me sitting here miles deep in overthinking as to why you weren’t talking to me, that you were mad, that I did something wrong, all the while you just sat there playing chess completely unaware I was even upset being quiet because… you like to sit quietly.”

“I saw you were upset… when it was too late. By the time I picked up on it you crying so far down an emotional rabbit hole even if I did know How to deal with it, it was kinda too late”

“And yes that is on you for not noticing my emotions but also on me for not being clearer with them, literally could have fixed all my overthinking with, Benny are you mad at me? But no I wanted to sit there pouting getting more and more anxious waiting for you to figure out that I was worried.” 

“I always felt like a dick for asking you what was wrong,”

“Because I wanted you to pick up on it. I didn’t want to tell you I just wanted you to pick up and fix it. And that's on me. That was my issue and I’m getting better. Can’t expect people to know everything. But you're getting better too, learning when people are upset being more outwardly emotional if you need a little coaxing.”

“Or threatening” 

“Everyone is different Benny. The sooner you realize that the easier life is. Everyone you speak to, and everyone you see is completely different we all think differently, behave differently, and have different responses to things, and no one can read minds. We all need to give each other a little more slack because we don't know what's going on in their head and they'll never know what's happening in ours. Some people can read emotions across your face like a book, some people need to be told or they'll never learn. I was an emotionally overthinking young woman craving emotional intimacy without having to ask for it. While being in a non-official relationship with a man who can't read emotions, has a hard time expressing his feelings and craves reassurance. On top of the very basic one, what's to fuck one wants to love problem. You surprised it went south?” 

“I crave reassurance?”

“Benny. You're a chess player who dresses like a goth pirate.”

“Point taken” 

“It's fine people grow and change neither of us are the people we were then”

“That's true” he nods “Can I get the number for your therapist?”

“Why?”

“He sounds good. The fact you rattled all that off is pretty impressive”

“Find your own therapist. Don't want conflicts of interest”

For a moment he was puzzled “You talk about me in therapy?”

“Yeah”

“God was I that much of a cunt?”

“No. You’re my friend. Our lives are very intertwined is all” I laughed leaning on his shoulder 

“that’s fair” he laughed “... Do you think I ask for too much? With Beth?”

“I think… you ask for more than she's comfortable with. Let's face it Benny your fighting against an addiction. You might have an ego and you might love chess but you're not physically addicted to it” 

“I just feel like in trying so hard, pushing myself so far beyond what I'd normally be comfortable with the least she can do is try”

“if that's how you feel. Then I think she should respond to that”

“I'm not a dick?”

“I don't think so” I smiled

“Thanks y/n. I'm really thankful you came over”

“Well I can't just leave you someone has to try and get you through these gross… feelings you're not used to”

“Can you stay?”

“What?”

“Can you stay? I don't think I wanna be on my own tonight”

“Of course Benny”

We stayed up a little long chatting about things but soon it came time for bed he put up the air bed for himself and I took his bed even if I argued but he let me have it. 

I changed borrowing one of his shirts for the night getting cosy in the warm bed. 

The lights out the only sound the occasional sound of the New York cars above the basement. 

I was about to drift off when I perked up hearing the creek of the door and soon enough the covers moved and Benny crawled in with me 

“Hi”

“Hi”

“Did you want your own bed back?”

“No, I just… I don't wanna be alone right now” he says slowly wrapping his arms around me and pulling me tight to his body my hips to his my back to his chest squeezing me almost like I was his teddy bear 

“Okay Benny, you don't need to worry I'll be right here,” I reassured letting him squeeze me tightly to his body, he held me tight pressing his lips to my shoulder 

“Can I get my anger out?” He asked 

“Alright” I nodded 

He moved and pushed me down on my back “Are you sure?”

“I’m sure,” I nodded 

He nodded and leant down to nibble and kiss my neck, before he pulled down his boxers and tugged off my panties, he started off gently slipping himself inside me he held my hips firmly digging his nails into my skin as he aggressively thrusted, often bitting his lips and gritting his teeth letting out his frustration and anger though the movement of his hips. He began to slow so I smiled and held his hips gently turning us so he laid on his back and I sat on top of him gently moving my hips slowly “Reveling in your anger is not going to make you feel better” I smiled stroking his stomach as I moved 

“I know. I just wanted to get the anger out” he sighed moving his hips with me 

“Wouldn’t this be nicer?”

“It is much nicer.” he smiled “Nice and calming” He cooed sitting up a little and wrapping his arms around me to pull me into his chest for an intense kiss I smiled into the kiss as I moved my hips faster trying to match his own speed getting more and more intense the longer it went on I knew I was close starting to nibble on his neck as I began to slow getting close to my edge he noticed and smirked making sure to work as hard as he could letting out the last of his frustration until I reached my peak biting his neck as I did which in turn got him to his own edge burying himself deep inside me and riding it out before he collapsed against the bed and I basically fell off onto the other side 

“Feel better now Benny?”

“Yeah” he nods between gasps “That is way better than therapy” 

“They're not mutually exclusive Benny.”

“I still think this is better”

“You can’t just ignore your feelings and deal with your frustrations through sex” I told him

He smirked and turned over to spoon me “Did it work?” 

“...yes but?”

“Did it work?”

“Yes.”

“Then I'm gonna do it” he shrugs 

“Alright Benny, if that’s how you wanna deal with your feelings” I laughed “Come on, let's get some sleep”

“Alright, Night”

“Night” I smiled giving him a little kiss before we cuddled up and drifted off to sleep. 

I yawned as I woke up I gently pushed Benny’s arms off me climbed out the bed and headed across the apartment, I went to the kitchen and began to make coffee humming to myself a little. 

“Morning,” Benny spoke up from the bedroom door

“Morning, How are you feeling today?”

“Better. Much better” he smiled coming and wrapping his arms around me giving my neck some kisses “You always make me feel better”

“I do?”

“You do. I’m sorry”

“For what?”

“For being a dick, when we…” he began “I realize it and I’m sorry”

“That's very sweet. Apology accepted. I’m sorry for how I was too”

“Apology accepted” he smiled 

“I’m sorry you’ve had to deal with the shit from Beth”

“It’s fine. I know how to deal with it”

“Oh?”

“She can find another doormat. She wants to drink and wants to go on her own she can. I don’t want that. We can be friends if she wants but nothing more than that. I don’t feel like I want anything more”

“Okay. I’m proud of you, for expressing your feelings” I smiled

“Did you wanna stay for a while? Spend some time together?”

“Is that also part of you dealing with this?” I giggled turning to face him

“Kinda. But Now I know what you wanted. And I want that too. Maybe now we're a little older we’ll be better, more communicative, better with our feelings. So? Did you wanna try again?”

“On one condition.”

“Oh?”

“Go to therapy, Benny.” 

“Do I have to?”

“Yes.”

“How much therapy?”

“How about one session, one date.”

“Three dates one session”

“Two.” “Deal” he smiled pulling me into a sweet kiss “Will you help me find one?”

“Yes, I will.” I giggled “Come on we’ll have coffee and a cuddle”

“Sounds perfect” 

[crazy-fangirl2524]

Missing Andreil sm that they appeared in my dream (literally just dreamt of them)

[harrryshome]

Need a new Harry Styles Fanfic?

If you said yes....

Check out "Code Blue" on Wattpad @harrryshome

••• Doctorry

•••Enemies to Lovers

••• Workplace Romance

••• Grumpy x sunshine

••• Hate sex

••• Greys Anatomy core

••• Dadrry

••• and more !!!!

Xoxo,

Sierraaa :)

[moonwos]

Papai, me empreste o carro! + Boys and Boys + Beyond the finish line

･.｡.:*･ pedido de capa pessoal (05/03 - 14/03 - 17/03), para @/genyakyun, @/_whesby_ e @beacabello363. Em caso de inspiração, dê os devidos créditos. Abra aí pra pegar uma melhor resolução, e num é que essa primeira capa ficou com a pegada anos 80 que eu queria 🤨 ih rapaz, tô até me sentindo bem com minhas edições 🤝

[waugh-bao]

KEITH: Charlie is very strong physically, and you don’t want to be on the end of a drummer’s right hand. He put Mick across the table in Amsterdam once during that period. Mick and I had been out for a drink and I’d lent Mick my wedding jacket. Mick got pissed and when Mick gets pissed he gets sloppy. We went back to the hotel and Mick wanted to talk to Charlie: he said something on the phone like, “Where’s my drummer?”

CHARLIE: He annoyed me, so I went storming upstairs and told him not to say things like that.

KEITH: There’s a knock at the door and there’s Charlie Watts, dressed in a Savile Row suit, tie, hair done, shaved, cologne. He walks across to Mick, grabs him and says, “Never call me your drummer again” — bang. On this table is a great silver platter of smoked salmon. Mick was on his back on the silver platter, which started to shoot down the table towards the open window. I’m sitting there. I’m watching Mick and I’m going to let him go, but then I thought, “That’s my fucking wedding jacket”, so I grabbed him!

CHARLIE: The bottom line is, don’t annoy me. It’s not something I’m proud of doing and if I hadn’t been drinking I’d never have done it.

(2002)

[animetrashmuffin]

Hi, I entered a fugue state and made a 5 page comic book of one my favorite scenes from @annethecatdetective’s beautiful fic Alone in Our Secret. I absolutely adored this story and if this scene tempts you, GO READ IT HOLY SHIT IT’S SO GOOD!

To the amazing writer: I hope you like this comic and know that I have gone back and re-read everything because of how lovely your characterization is and the way you crafted their romance. And if I have perhaps thought about "lustily biting into a ground-pretzel" and burst out laughing, that too is a gift you have given me.

[ridiculously-over-obsessed]

VHI 3.3 - I JUST CAN'T LOOK (IT'S KILLING ME)

Rating: T Oneshot Pairings: Bechloe, Staubrey Summary: VHI scramble to figure out what's put their friends and family into a state of deep, unwakeable slumber Pitch Perfect SpookFest 2023 - Day 4: Waking Nightmare

More SpookFest content while I listen to Clean (Taylor's Version) on repeat and weep 😭✌🏻

@pitch-perfect-spookfest

[aceofwhump]

Hello ace! Do you have any murdoch mysteries fic recs?

Hi! Yeah I've got a few for you! This is a mix of Murdoch whump, Watts whump, and George whump.

The Butterfly Effect by JeannieMac Summary: A brief (very brief!) episode tag for "Murdochophobia" (7.06). William, Julia, the butterflies.

Life in the Balance by meridian_rose (meridianrose) Summary: AU set during 11x09, "The Talking Dead". Agnes succeeds in poisoning Watts, leaving him fighting for his life and George beside himself with worry.

Bloodlust II by Voltaire63 Summary: A figure from Murdoch's past turns up to stalk the detective.

Side Window by Voltaire63 Summary: While recuperating, Murdoch witnesses something he was not meant to see.

The Rest of Our Lives by Voltaire63 Summary: An alternate view of Julia telling William about the threat from Gillies, after 714.

Going Forward by Voltaire63 Summary: One shot. Next scene in Last Train To Kingston, 709.

As I was losing him - Murdoch Ahoy by Natmuread Summary: Julia's point of view of William drowning in Murdoch Ahoy (season 7). Don't read if you haven't seen that episode. ONE SHOT.

Trials & Tribulations by Sask Summary: Set after the end of Season 6 - James Gillies' trial approaches, but on the way to the court house Detective Murdoch is abducted. Can Gillies be behind it, even from behind bars?

Oh, Susannah by Voltaire63 Summary: Will the Murdochs finally start a family? Takes place a few months after The Murdochs Give a Party

Wild, Wild Yukon by Red Warrior Summary: Five months have gone by without any news from William Murdoch. Thomas Brackenreid, George Crabtree and Julia Ogden decide to travel to Yukon to find the detective by themselves and, they hope, bring him back to Toronto. WM/JO - Rating may go up.

Realizations by MysterMurdochFan Summary: Murdoch and Brackenreid are involved in an accident

My Soul To Take by Demosthenes23 Summary: Murdoch succumbs to a mysterious illness and faces his most sinister threat yet. *Volume I of the alternate timeline series.*

Home Again Soon by TheLastSaskDragonRider Summary: Watts is kidnapped. (takes place between season 13/14, no season 14 spoilers)

It's Not Time by GoodMorningMoon Summary: Spoilers from 16x11, "D.O.A." (the black and white film noir episode). Missing scenes as Murdoch recovers from a nasty poison.

we're going down (six underground) by fluffier432 Summary: It had been a number of days already (George had lost count just how many), and he was no closer to escaping the clutch of his kidnapper. Maybe slightly, if his healing foot counted, but that wouldn’t be much use if he couldn’t unlock the front door to run away. Even if he could pick the lock, there would be no time before Amelia caught up to him, and that would only be if he could get past her in the first place. She had him seated at the desk, not tied down as she believed his foot still could not bear his weight (and it nearly couldn’t), as she lay on the bed between him and the bedroom door. Nobody had come to rescue him yet, which felt out of character for the quick-acting Murdoch. He supposed perhaps they hadn’t even discovered he was missing at all; he was on a book tour, after all, it’s not like his absence at work would be considered unusual. Whumptober 2022 Day 5: Blood Loss/Running Out Of Air/Hypothermia

S-O-S by Horatio13 Summary: He was pinned in a pretty tight pocket, but not tight enough that it was impossible to breathe. Uncomfortably difficult, yes, but definitely possible. His ears were ringing. Something sharp was stabbing in his thigh. He couldn’t feel his fingers on his right hand, but he couldn’t see enough of them to figure out what the problem was. He could feel something wet and sticky starting to pool underneath his legs and stomach. Well, thought George numbly. This is fun.

Whumping the Bugalugs Series by Horatio13 Summary: Slaps the top of George's helmet This bad boy can fit SO much pain!

The Lady and the Arrow by GoodMorningMoon Summary: A crossbow bolt to the gut is quite a blow no matter how fit you are. Murdoch recovers from the events of 1x11, "Bad Medicine."

Steady On by GoodMorningMoon Summary: After the ambush at the church, only a select few know George Crabtree is still alive. Cross-posted to ff.net.

Out of the Woods by GoodMorningMoon Summary: Filling a gap in S8E11, "All That Glitters." How did George get a wounded Murdoch home from Haileybury?

The Lady and the Arrow by GoodMorningMoon Summary: A crossbow bolt to the gut is quite a blow no matter how fit you are. Murdoch recovers from the events of 1x11, "Bad Medicine."

Mr. Crabtree's Insistence by GoodMorningMoon Summary: Missing scene from (and spoilers for) 15x22, "Sweet Amelia." Effie seeks help for George after a deeply traumatic experience.

[reneeluv154]

Waiting

Hope you like it!! 🤍🤍

In this imagine Jack finds you waiting for him outside his room but you’ve fallen asleep. He Carrie’s you to bed but you want him to stay with you. This is a sweet little imagine.

If you like this imagine I have a few more on my profile.🫶🏼

Jack had been busy, running around the hospital all day. He hadn't once glanced my way which was rather unusual. So here I sat, by his bedroom door waiting for him to arrive so I could have a quick chat with him, maybe steal a hug and a kiss. After waiting for another 30 minutes my eyelids started to gently close and my head rested on the cold wall, I was asleep.

I was woken by two strong arms carefully picking me up. “Shhh I’m here, I'm right here.” It was Jack. His voice was always different around me than around others. It was soft and gentle like a cool breeze on an october night or sweet and adoring like how I assume the moon looks at the stars. I slightly smiled resting my head on his shoulder, loving the way it felt to have him hold me. “Where are you taking me?” I whispered.

He chuckled “To bed darling, why did you not wait till tomorrow to see me? I come and get you every morning. I have to or you would never get out of bed.”

“You didn’t come get me this morning, I haven’t talked to you all day.” I lifted my head off his shoulder pouting at him. “I know, I’m sorry. I was rushed into a procedure. I couldn't come and get you. And then all day I was having to check on patients and do several more procedures.” He explained giving my lips a small peck. “Will you ever forgive me?” He asked, sounding like royalty while pushing open the door to my room. “I guess so.” I smiled as he laid me down on my bed tucking me in tightly, handing me my small stuffed animal.

“Thank you, Milady.” He bowed, making me giggle and him smile while sitting on the edge of my bed. “Your smiles the sweetest thing I've seen all day.” He looked deep into my eyes, his smile now small. One hand reached out, tucking a small piece of hair behind my ear stroking my cheek. “You get some sleep, okay?” I nodded, he tapped my nose wishing me a goodnight giving me a kiss before heading for the door. “Jack?” My voice was small and light but he still turned one arm holding the door open while his other hand was on the frame. “Can you lay down with me? I’m feeling kinda lonely.”

“Of course I can lay down with you sweetheart.” He closed my door stripping down into his undergarment. Something only I got to see, He crawled into bed cradling me in one arm gently toying with my hair, my head laying on his chest, my stuffed animal tight in my hand.

“I love you Jack Dawkins.” I mumbled drifting off.

“I love you y/n y/l/n” I heard him say with a soft kiss to my head before being enveloped by sweet dreams

[the-fiction-witch]

Passenger Princess

Media The Queens Gambit

Character Benny Watts

Couple Benny X Reader

Rating SMUT

I sat with a wide smile, on the cream bench seat of the little blue beetle. Benny's beetle to be precise. We had loaded our bags and stuffed the poor beetle almost to bursting point and left our little Brooklyn basement to head on the road to Bakersfield California. Benny had a tournament there for a few days and Benny had an 'aversion' to flying, he'll do it but only if he has to. Besides, we both thought it would be a lovely chance to spend time together on a nice road trip. 

We'd been on the road a good while now and we had passed nothing interesting for ages, our fries gone, and snacks depleted. But I know Benny wouldn't stop for a good while longer. Leaving me to sip my huge seven-eleven cola.

The radio on low every so often it would fizzle out where we lost the station so I'd tune it till we found another one, the heating on as it was a rather chilly day, but it too would bounce around given the many places we would pass on this trip.

Benny sat driving, of course, hands on the wheel lazily his hat on the backseat, his jacket still on but he was shuffling and getting uncomfortable in it. Every so often I'd hear his ring clack against the wheel.

“Benny?”

“Ummm?” He didn't move his eyes from the road,

“I'm bored” I pouted laying my head on his shoulder,

He chuckled a moment, “Listen to the radio,”

“Radios boring,”

“Read the map,”

“Maps boring,”

“Read the billboards,”

“Billboards are boring,”

“They're interesting, see fireworks in five miles,”

“Can we get fireworks?”

“No princess,”

“Then why is it interesting!” I complained,

“Because… you can see the shop in five miles. So you can get excited now.”

“Whoopie! Firework store I can't go in” I sighed, “Why can't I have fireworks?”

“You honestly think I'm gonna trust you with fireworks? Explosives! I don't trust you with butter knives”

“One time I stabbed myself!”

“Yes, and I don't trust you,”

“Then what am I supposed to do all these hours?”

“Just relax and be a cute little passenger princess," He said turning to wrap an arm around me and kiss my head. 

"but I'm bored Benny,"

"You wanna play chess?" He asked with excitement in his voice,

"No. We played chess four times already."

"Well, I'm sure you can find something to do." He chuckled, 

I sighed and tried to relax, I had a nap, I read some billboards but still I was so bored!

"Benny?"

"Ummm?"

"I'm bored."

"I know Princess,"

"How much longer?"

"Sixteen hours?"

"How long till we get food?"

"Another couple of hours we only got McDonald's two hours ago." 

"But I'm hungry,"

"you're not hungry you're bored. You're just trying to find something to do and your response to that is to shove stuff in your mouth," 

"You're mean to me."

"Love you too princess." He chuckled,

I sighed and tried to find something to do, and I saw a billboard advertising my favourite fast food place, I looked at the distance on the billboard, and I glanced at the speedometer for a moment doing maths in my mind, but how could I get him to pull over? and I smirked a little looking at Benny, with an evil plan. I would have to be smart, efficient, and time it out perfectly... so I flashed him my most innocent smile,

"Yes?" He asked noticing me looking at him,

"I found something to do,"

"Good," He nods, 

I smiled and moved closer, cuddling his arm.

"Awww Hello," He smiled kissing my head, "So long as you're happy,"

I giggled a little waiting till he didn't suspect and moving to rest my hand gently on his thigh, He glanced at me giving me a questionable look but returned his focus to the road, I made sure to be gentle and slow so he wouldn't suspect but ever so slowly moving my hand up his thigh feeling the aged denim of his black jeans,  running my fingers across the small divots in the denim slightly discoloured from the fact they always sat in them, until I reached the black leather of his belt. 

"Yes?" He glared,

I ignored him, walking my fingers along his belt until I reached the silver buckle giving it a gentle adjust with my fingers 

"Yes?" He glared again slightly louder, 

"Hi Benny," I cooed as my hand fully grabbed between his legs my thumb on his fly as I squeezed him,

"AHH-" He jumped momentarily swerving the car, "Do. Not. Touch. while I'm driving." He said moving my hand to his thigh again, 

"But I'm bored."

"You can find many other things to do other then grabbing my fucking cock!" he complained,

"Awww why? don't you want me too?" I giggled stroking my fingers playfully down his fly as I gave his neck little kisses feeling him slowly getting harder below his jeans, 

"Princess..." He glared clearly trying to be angry with me but also uncontrollably enjoying my kisses, 

"Come on, it would entertain me?" I giggled gently palming his half-hard erection through his jeans,

"Fine," 

"yay!" I giggled slowly undoing his belt, and his fly, to reveal his black boxers, His grip already began to tighten on the wheel his eyes often glancing at me, "Focus on the road," I told him as I slipped my hand under his boxers and took him in my hand "Aww hi Benny,"

"Hi Princess," He rolled his eyes a little but couldn't help his smirk giving him away, I took a gentle grip of him and rubbed my thumb across his shaft feeling him harden into my hand, Once he was fully hard I gently began to jerk my hand gripping his hilt and moving my hand back and forth slowly getting faster, "Uhhh Princess-" He groaned his fingers wrapping around the wheel tightly slightly biting his bottom lip, "Ummm Princess..." 

"Focus on the road," I remind him as I moved to pull his cock completely out his pants leaving him to gasp for a few seconds feeling the cold air across him before I adjusted myself and pressed little kisses to his shaft,

"uhhhh princess!" He moaned, "Really?"

"Mhm" I nodded, moving to take just the tip into my mouth sucking and swirling my tongue around him

"Ummmm! Fuck-" He groans, holding the wheel in a vice-like grip trying not to close his eyes or throw his head back, I giggled and moved to take all of him into my mouth sucking gently and moving my head up and down at the pace I knew he couldn't resist "Ohh holy- Princess! You're really gonna do this to me?" He gasped, "You know you keep going I won't be able to say no?" He asked, I just continued slowly getting faster and sucking a little harder "Ughhhh! you evil little princess!" He groans now gnawing on his lip and squeezing his eyes shut at times rolling his head against his headrest, I knew he was close as his hand left the wheel to sit on my head twisting into my hair to keep me at his desired pace, even his hips couldn't resist me bucking up to slightly to cause me to deep throat him, "Ughhh uuuhhh! Princess please I'll-" He muttered feeling just how close he was, and right on time he pulled off the road and parked up turning the engine off and twisting both his hands in my hair throwing his head against his headrest, his mouth hung open, his eyes squeezed shut as his grip on my hair forced me a little bit faster which got him to his edge. His hips bucked in jagged unplanned movements as he buried his jizz in my mouth, I swallowed and licked him clean giving him a few gentle kisses as he gasped and moaned in his post-orgasmic state "Fuck- You did find something to entertain you didn't you princess." 

"I did," I smiled sitting up and wiping my mouth before kissing his cheek, "Love you,"

"Love you too." He smiled fixing himself up, 

"Oohh would you look at that?" I giggled as we had pulled over into the exact fast-food restaurant I wanted, 

the moment he realized he glared at me, "You... are an evil, conniving, smart ass when you wanna be." 

"I know,"

"you know... You could be a genius if you applied yourself."

"I am a genius," I giggled climbing out of the car with my bag,

"Yeah, an evil genius." He said climbing out too,

"still a genius, and you still love me?" I giggled hugging his arm,

"Of course I do princess." He smiled kissing my head, 

[anonymouse1312437]

Warning:

Hey everyone. This is a fanfiction with a lot of details and a backstory. If it is not your thing then I am sorry. This is more than just a smut. It will have fluff, angst, heartache, heartbreak, mentions of mental health.  

The character is going to struggle with things such as: 

Abuse, Sexual Assault, Eating Disorder, Self harm, Suicidal thoughts and attempts, as well as Degradation.  

The highlights: 

Smut, heavy rough and fluffy smut, age-gap relationships, choking, biting, marking, hair pulling, Degradation from a love interest (Or many), humiliation (kink), breathe play, unprotected sex (Of any and all kinds), multiple people moments, creampies, and more.  

  This is not for anyone under 18. Minors DNI.  

There is multiple POVs. If that is not your thing I understand. Smut wont start until chapter 4. I have written up until then. I will post a chapter every other day if I can. Maybe everyday depending on how if I can keep up with the writing.  

I want to keep some of the character relationships to a surprise but, if you look at the tags you will see who will be mentioned throughout the books.  

Thanks for reading if you do. I will also be posting this story on Wattpad and AO3 once I have an active account on AO3 that is.  

All characters were made by J.K. Rowling and I am not taking credit for the development of the characters.  

The timeline will be messed up in this writing. I am trying to mend it in a way that this could work with the storyline.  

Chapter One:

“Jess I can’t wait to get back to school. What about you?” I asked.  

“I don’t know why you would think that I was excited about this. I suck at the school here.” Jess said. I can’t believe that she would say that she doesn’t do well at the school here. Everyone envied the grades she would receive. I mean an A in most of her classes and some of which were B’s.  

“Remember the word for the store front is DragonAly.” My aunt said. Yeah, yeah whatever. We have done this a few times. Nothing that she says is going to be important. It’s not like there is another wizarding school in the world. Right? I mean we haven’t heard of another one.  

“We will see you on the other side.” My aunt said and cast her wand up and was no longer in the room with us. My friend Jess was next to go and then when I cast my wand up, I ended up getting tongue tied. I am not even sure how it sounded when it came out. I felt like I had been punched in the gut and then I was standing inside of a fireplace. What the hell? Where am I?  

“Hello? Did I hear someone in here?” I heard someone. Wait. This person didn’t sound like me. I couldn’t stop coughing.  

“Oh dear. Are you okay? What are you doing in here?” A nice red hair woman asked. She is British though.  

“I- I think I am okay. Where am I?” I asked her. The shock on her face probably mirrored the shock on mine when I heard her voice.  

“My, my dear. Are you American? How did you get all the way over here?” She asked. Oh no.  

“Wait, am I?” I started to ask.  

“Honey you are not in America. Where were you trying to go? Good heavens get out of the fireplace dear. Here let me help you.” She said and held her hand out to me. I grabbed her hand and started to pull myself out of the fireplace.  

“Ron dear come help me.” She hollered out. I saw a red-haired boy come around the corner and run up to his mom. I assume it is his mother at least.  

“Who is this mom?” He asked. Also, British. I can’t believe I am not at home anymore.  

She looked at me like she was waiting for me to fill that information in for her because I had not said what my name is yet.  

“I am y/n) I am from Oregon. I have no idea how I got here. I was just trying to get to school. I think when I said my destination my words became jumbled, and I must have said the wrong thing. I must have said something similar. Might I ask where I am exactly?” I asked, stumbling the words out as I said them because I was speaking too fast.  

“You are at Diagon Alley. Where were you supposed to go?” The woman asked me. “Does it sound similar to where you were supposed to go?” 

“Yes, I was supposed to go to DragonAly. I don’t feel so good.” I said and looked down.  

“Oh dear. Why don’t you come with me. I am Molly Weasley. This is one of my son’s Ron. Why don’t we get you to a phone and you can call your family. Let them know that you are okay.” She said. I smiled at her kindness.  

“I really hope I am not putting you out of your way. I am sorry for intruding.” I said.  

“Oh, hush darling. I am sure your family is worried sick.” Mrs. Weasley said. She escorted me back out to a building with her son behind us and she just kept talking.  

“Hold on dear. Stay right here. Arthur! Arthur! Darling something has happened!” She hollered. She walked off towards a taller gentleman. Another red-haired person. Wow they must be more common here than where I am from back home.  

“Well, hello there, I am Arthur Weasley. I see that you have met my wife. Did you just get here when my wife found you?” He asked. I nodded. I felt my stomach squeeze. I felt a sharp pain in my chest and then I blacked out. I felt my body go limp and then after that I don’t know what happened.  

Sometime must have passed because I woke up in bed. This is not my room, and my head hurts horribly.  

“Hello?” I mumbled.  

“Mom! She is awake!” Ron yelled out. I swear I thought that I was dreaming but, no I am not in my country anymore.  

“Oh, Ron hush your mouth. Poor thing probably has a headache. You go on now hun. I am going to see if she can tell me her phone number.” I saw Mrs. Weasley pull out a wand and walk over to me. She is like me. Probably why she did not freak out when she saw me in a fireplace.  

“Sweetheart, are you able to tell me your family's number?” She asked.  

“901-444-8231 it’s my school. You can reach them by wand.” I said and it came out quietly.  

“I will give them a call. They might be able to tell your loved ones for me.” She said and smiled. She stepped out of the room again dialing the number and almost immediately someone answered the phone. She looked a little distraught, which told me that whoever she was speaking to was not good. This can’t be good. Nothing of this can be good.  

“Darling, would you take her some of the tea I just made.” She said to Ron.  

“Yes mom.” He said and grabbed a cup of tea and walked towards me. He set it down on the table that was next to me. I sat up and still felt the pain in my stomach so I attempted to move slowly.  

“You are kidding me!” Mrs. Weasley yelled into the phone. My guess is she just found out that I didn’t have a mother and father. That my aunt was taking care of me and she didn’t care much for me either. Me ending up here wasn’t going to be much different from being over there. I was going to be unwanted anywhere I end up.  

“Well then, she can stay put. We have a school she can attend here. It’s the best school there is so that will be that.” Mrs. Weasley said and then ended the call on the wand. She walked off towards Mr. Weasley and I assume she was telling him about the phone call. What does she mean that I will just stay put? I mean I don’t want to impose them. She doesn’t even know much about me other than my age.  

“Dear?” I didn’t realize that she had come back already and with Mr. Weasley in tow.  

“I spoke to your school. It appears your aunt has given up guardianship of you. They want to take you out of your school because of that. Now I don’t want you to miss out on your education and Mr. Weasley and I, well, we would like to help enroll you in the Wizarding program here. That is if you're okay with that?” she asked with some tears in her eyes. 

 I couldn’t help but cry. She did what? Even if she did only keep me because she was getting money from the state because of my parents death and the fact that I was also her maid and chef. My cousin isn’t even anything like me but, is loved so much. I can’t believe that this happened. I mean come on. Why couldn’t this have happened when I was not trapped in a different country. Oh god it hurts. I always felt unwanted but, that didn’t make it true. Yet now it was true. There was no denying it. There was no denying that I am an orphan. I hate myself. This is crap.  

“Oh sweetheart. It will be okay. Come here.” Mrs. Weasley said and pulled me close to her. She hugged onto me tightly and I just continued to sob into her. I haven’t had this. I haven’t had someone hug me before little own hold me. It was nice and soothing, but the tears did not stop. Thankfully I learned how to be quiet when crying ages ago when people would tease me about my parents' death at my school.  

“I’m sorry. I don’t want to impose. You don’t have to take care of me. I can leave.” I said, trying not to meet her eyes.  

“Oh, honey it really is no problem. Let me call the school and see what I can do. It is about to start so it might be a bit difficult but, I am sure I can figure something out.” Mrs. Weasley said.  

“Thank you. Thank you for helping me.” I said. She was being so kind.  

“Absolutely. Drink the tea darling. It will help with your stomach and chest pains.” She said.  

I took the cup from the table and sipped some of it. This did not taste good but, I guess if it is to help me get better I am going to have to deal with it. I mean I need this feeling to go away.  

“Mr. Weasley is already on the phone with the school so if you don’t want that please let me know.” She said and I smiled.  

“I think I would really like it here.” I said. She smiled big at my words.  

“Harry!” Ron yelled out. Who is Harry?  

“Come now, Ron has a friend that stays with us a just before school starts and I think it would be good for you to make another friend before going into that school.” She said and grabbed my hand. She pulled me towards the center of the place, and I looked at the boys in the room and one other female.  

“Alright these are the twins, Fred and George, Bill and Charlie are not here they are in Russia and Percy is in Romania and Ginny my sweet girl. This is y/n. Please be nice to her.” Mrs. Weasley said and then joined her husband who was still on the phone.  

“Is it true? Are you an American?” Fred and George said.  

“Yes-I am.” I said. This is a lot of people.  

“That’s amazing what are the states like?” They asked.  

“I only really saw the one I lived in. It was gloomy most days. Some were bright and sunny but I didn’t get to enjoy it the way other people did.” I said and looked down towards my feet.  

“Uhm, who is Harry?” I asked.  

I heard the gasp within the room and all the eyes turned to me.  

“American’s haven’t heard of the great Harry Potter. The baby that survived Voldemort? Nothing?” Ron said.  

“No, I am sorry. I honestly haven’t heard anything. Back in my school we didn’t even have a similar situation. Wait did you say as a baby he survived? Did someone try to kill you?” I asked.  

“Yeah Voldemort. Did you even know there were other wizarding schools?” Harry asked.  

“No we were told that we were the only one in the world. It didn’t make a lot of sense to me because no one had even a slight accent but, I guess we all just kind of believed what we were told.” I said.  

“Well, that’s actually a bit refreshing. What were your points like at your school?” Harry asked. 

“Points? What do you mean?” I asked.  

“Like your house points.” Harry added.  

“House points?” I asked.  

“Yeah like for Gryffindor, Slytherin, Ravenclaw, and Hufflepuff. We are all Gryffindors. Everytime we do something good the house is awarded points. All our tests are mainly physically done and the written ones yes there may be a grade on it per say but, they award the class with the highest grades amongst them all.” Harry said.  

“Oh we don’t have any of that. We are all one entire unit there. We get grades. Mine were mostly C’s so like 70s but no house points. Nothing like that.” I said and they all just looked at me a bit shocked.  

“What kind of school events or sports do you have?” Ginny asked.  

“I mean the normal school dances but, that is really it. We had football, baseball, and soccer. Is that not what you have here?” I asked.  

“No we have Quidditch.” Ron said.  

“Oh and what is that?” I asked.  

“Wait is it a wizarding school then? I mean it sounds really boring at your school. Did you live there at least?” The twins questioned.  

“Yes we lived there.” I said 

“They fed you didn’t they?” I looked down again.  

“No, our families had to give us money or we had to get jobs in order to buy our own food. Very rarely did they provide anything.” I said.  

“What about the nurse?” Ginny asked.  

“They would give us Band-Aids but anything else we would have to go to the hospital. No one wanted to go there because then it would cause us to receive a bill and it could have been a couple hundred of dollars to a couple grand. No one has the ability to pay for that on minimum wage.” I said.  

“They bill you for getting sick? What about a broken arm? Well I suppose you already answered that. Fascinating. Everyone says the United States is amazing but, it does not sound like it really is.” Ron said.  

“Well, yeah. It really is not that great.” I said and smiled towards them.  

“Well that’s alright. Why don’t we go out and get you some books. You will need them for classes surely.” Harry said.  

“I don’t even know if Mrs Weasley-” I started to say but then she and Mr. Weasley walked in.  

“Dear you will be starting tomorrow with them. They made some room. I will have to warn you though. The dormitory was filled in every house, so they decided to put you in a private room. They will show it to you when you get there.” Mrs. Weasley said.  

“Oh and dear, they are looking forward to meeting you. They are pleased to have someone from a different country here. They are very welcoming there.” She said and Ron scoffed.  

“Oh hush Ron. Don’t worry the poor thing. Take her to get some books from the second hand stores. Here I will give you some money.” Mrs. Weasley said. I didn’t want to accept it but, Ron was quick to get up and take it from his mother.  

“Thanks mom we will be back soon.” Ron said and the lot of us walked out of the place we were staying in. 

“So Ron is this your house that we are currently in?” I asked and he shook his head no.  

“No we don’t live there. This is just where we stay when it is this close to school starting. The train station is just around the corner from here.” Ron said and smiled.  

“You take a train to school?” I asked.  

“Oh this will be fun. If anything, I hope we can get you through the platform without any accidents like harry and I had a while ago.” Ron said. That sounds horrifying.  

“I don’t suppose you can tell me what you mean.” I said.  

“You don’t want to know. It will be easier just to show you.” Harry said and smiled at me. He had a handsome face but the scar on his head was a bit strange.  

“How old are you?” Ron asked.  

“I am eighteen. I just turned a few days ago.” I said.  

“Oh. Okay you are a bit older. Are you supposed to be in your last year?” They asked.  

“Yes, this was my fourth and final year.” I said.  

“Wait, only four years? We are here for six. What age did they start you?” They asked.  

“I was fourteen when I started.” I said and smiled. 

“Well you were about the same age as us so thats a bit intense. How can they teach you as much as you need to know in such a short time?” Harry said.  

“I would say we probably are not learning the same things.” I said.  

“That is probably true.” The twins said. The boys linked their arms through mine and then in a blink of an eye we were standing in a store.  

“What just happened?” I held my head. That hurts.  

“Oh, have you not learned how to apparate?” The twins asked? 

“No. I missed that day and they always said it takes a special kind of magic they didn’t want to teach.” I said rubbing my head.  

“Well then I sure hope you are able to keep up with our school.” He said.  

“Professor Snape is going to hate you.” Ron chuckled.  

“He hates everyone so don’t take it personally.” He added.  

“Why does he hate everyone?” I asked.  

“He just does. He lets off that he is annoyed with everyone. Except himself that is. Just keep your head down in his class and try not to mess up.” Ron said.  

We made our way through multiple stores with the boys gathering the books I needed. How many classes were there? There was a lot of books they were grabbing.  

“Let’s go to the wand store.” Harry said. The what? We had to make our wands. What is wrong with mine? 

“What is wrong with my wand?” I asked.  

“It looks a bit crafted. You will need something that will be able to handle any spell that could be thrown at you.” Harry said.  

“But we aren’t allowed to use magic on anyone.” I said fairly confused.  

“Wow, the ways of the americans are truly different.” Ron said.  

“Don’t say that in potions class.” Ron said. I loved potions class back home. I wonder how far they have gotten.  

“Just pick a wand or let the wand decide if it also wants to pick you.” Harry said.  

“I will say something seems very loud and trying to draw my attention towards the back wall.” I said.  

“What do you mean?” Harry asked. I shushed him and then looked at the man behind the desk.  

“Why miss you look fairly familiar. Have you been here before?” The man asked.  

“No, I am not from this country.” I said. I smiled at him.  

“Ah but of course. An american. What a nice surprise. What can I do for you today?” He said.  

“I feel like the wand I want is in the back but, it is behind your desk. It’s practically screaming at me.” I said and he looked me in the eyes.  

“Can you show me this one.” I said and snapped my fingers and the box pulled out a little bit. 

“Yes of course. However, I can’t give this one to you. It wouldn’t be in your best interest miss.” He said.  

“Alright. At least let me see it.” I said. He pulled the box down and opened it. Inside lie a wooden wand that was carved into with leaves imprinted into it. Gold flakes throughout the wand and a green emerald at the bottom. Except it was missing something. Like a key. Funny enough I stole something from my aunt. It belonged to my mother. I picked up the wand and immediately the man looked upset. 

“Miss I don’t think you should touch it.” He said.  

“Oh I just want to see something.” I said and looked at him. I pulled my ring off and in the bottom a little green emerald was on tucked on the underside of it. I pulled it out and lined it up with the chipped piece. It fit perfectly and with it tucked into place the wand was attached to my hand. I looked at the person behind the counter and he looked at me with his mouth gaped open.  

“Miss where did you find the chipped piece?” He asked.  

“It was my mothers. I don’t even know who she is but,  I took it from my aunt who tried to keep it from me. How do you have her wand?” I asked.  

“The wand appeared out of thin air one day. It was always beautiful to me but, you are the only one who has ever asked to see it. How strange. Are you sure it was your mothers?” He asked. 

“Yes, I just don’t understand as to why it would be here and not in the united states.” I said and he nodded.  

“Wow, that is crazy. Anyway what is the total?” Ron asked.  

“Well, this is rightfully hers. If it were her mother’s I can’t make her pay for it. Take it miss. I mean it. Please take what is rightfully yours.” He insisted.  

“Well, thank you sir. I greatly appreciate your generosity.” I said and his face paled.  

“Thank you miss. Just be careful.” He said turning away from us.  

“One more store. Then we should get back to the house.” Ron said. They walked me over to the broom store.  

“Wait. I don’t think I can go in there.” I said.  

“Why not?” Ron asked.  

“It’s just something in my gut is telling me not to.” I said.  

“Oh you will be fine come on now.” Ron said and smiled. He grabbed onto my arm and pulled me into the building. I felt a weirdness in my stomach but right away something came flying towards me. What the hell.  

“Miss are you alright?” Someone asked.  

“Yes, but it is strange that this flew at me like that.” I said.  

“Well maybe it wanted you. Sometimes that happens. It’s not often. Rather it is rare that it happens with brooms. Maybe that one wants you.” He said again. I looked at the price and thought it was a bit much. I mean it looked like it was not worth that much.  

“You can haggle with me if you would like dear.” He said.  

“You don’t want that one. That one is a bit wild.” Ron and Harry said.  

“Oh hush boys. Let the lady decide what she wants.” The man said.  

“No, just hold on a moment.” I said. I looked at the broom fairly carefully. It has the same carvings as the wand.  

“Look the carvings are the same.” I said and the boys looked at the wand and the broom.  

“Wow. Maybe this was also her mothers.” Ron whispered. Again this is weird that her stuff is here and not over there. I don’t know anything about my mother or father. Maybe she was originally from here. It would return to where she was born I think. I am not too sure though. I mean come on why else would it be here. There is no way it would be here unless she was from here. It wouldn’t matter where or how she died it would return to where it came from.  

“Are you alright?” Ron asked.  

“Yes I am alright. Just curious is all. Sir how did you get the broom?” I asked.  

“It kind of just came to me one day. I don’t remember to much because it hit me in the head.” He said and looked down.  

“Look I would be willing to take twenty quid for it.” He said. That is a major discount from the ticketed price.  

“Okay that is fine.” I said. I went to grab what money I had of my own in my pocket but it wasn’t quid.  

“Do you take any other form of money?” I asked.  

“What do you have?” He asked.  

“I have dollar bills.” I said and pulled out my wallet and showed him. They weren’t just any dollar either. They were one of a kind misprints. Surely here they would still mean something.  

“No dear. Those just aren’t any dollars. One is more than enough.” He said his eyes appearing bigger. Okay so I was right they did mean something here as well.  

“What is with the money you have?” Ron asked. 

“Ron look at it.” Harry said and that’s when I noticed it myself. The people on it were moving. How strange. They didn’t do that back home.  

“That’s weird they were just misprints back home. They didn’t move but, now they are moving.” I said.  

“Incredible. We should show my dad. Maybe he has more information on it.” Ron said.  

“Okay I suppose.” I said.  

“Maybe he could find out who your mother is.” He offered. That would be nice. I smiled a bit at the words.  

“That would be nice.” I said.  

Ron and Harry grabbed onto my arms and then apparated us back to the place we were staying. Again that hurt my head more than it should have.  

“Someone here should know something about her if her stuff is here.” Harry said. We all walked into the house and within the corridor Mr. And Mrs. Weasley came out.  

“It’s true. You have her stuff.” She said and held her hand to cover her mouth.  

“Wait you know who my mother is?” I asked.  

“Your mother?” She asked and tears sprang to her eyes.  

“Oh darling. I knew you had a familiarity to you.” She said and walked towards me. Her hand now cupping my face.  

“I am confused.” I said and she nodded. 

“So am I sweetheart. How did you end up in the United States?” She asked.  

“I was born there what do you mean?” I asked.  

“No sweetheart. Your mother well, she had you here just before.” She stopped and started to cry a little. Mr. Weasley held onto her.  

“Y/N, your mother and her were very close. Something happened to your mother just after you were born. We only saw a glimpse of you just after you were born before you disappeared. We could never find you. We are your godparents. We were supposed to take you in and then after a couple years of searching and being unable to find you well it became obvious that something unfortunate could have happened to you. Anyway your mother well she was kind hearted. She didn’t want to tell anyone where you or your father went and paid a price for it. She died ages ago. We saw her wand and broom in the shops and well we tried to get them but, when things dont want you then they make it obvious. Anywho her name was Vergho. Funny enough I am pretty sure you were born in the early days of September making you a Virgo.” He said and looked down. Mrs. Weasleys hands dropped from my face and pulled me into a tight embrace.  

“Mrs. Weasley, surely she would have understood why no one found me. Maybe she had a good reason to keep me hidden. Is she really dead?” I asked.  

“Yes, I am sorry. We can't tell you just how happy we are that you are here. Maybe it was not a mistake you ending up here.” Mrs. Weasley said. Yet I know and I am assuming she knows that this was mearly a coincidence. There was no other way I was going to end up here unless I meant it. The only coincidence was the name of the place sounding fairly similar. I mean there couldn’t be. I don’t believe in “signs” of any kind.  

“Oh dear. Don’t let anyone see your wand if you can avoid it.” Mrs. Weasley said.  

“May I ask why?” I asked quietly.  

“Your mother’s stuff was known by a lot of the professors. I don’t want any of them to get the wrong idea of you. Your mom was kind of a one of a kind deal. Wait Arthur do you think she is like her mother to?” Mrs. Weasleys eyes shot up and looked at him.  

“We will have to wait and see darling.” Mr. Weasley said. He looked at me with kind eyes.  

“What exactly are you referring to?” I asked and they looked at one another.  

“We can’t tell you. That is something you will have to find out on your own. If anyone were to tell you it could be problamatic dear. I am sorry.” She said.  

“I think this has been a long day for all of us. I think you all should go to bed. We will have quite the day tomorrow getting you to the train.” Mr. Weasley said.  

“Wait I thought we had a couple of days left.” Ron said.  

“Ron you always have the days wrong. The load of you go back tomorrow.” Mr. Weasley said. They were truly very kind. Harry motioned for me to follow them and they showed me to another cot in the loft area. No real rooms. That was until Mr. Weasley waved his wand and it became very spacious separating me and Ginny away from the boys. Oh good. Honestly I haven’t had a roommate that was nice before so this was pleasant.  

“Goodnight y/n.” Ginny said and smiled at me.  

“Goodnight Ginny.” I said and smiled back.  

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I want to hear your opinion on this RWBY AU idea I've been kicking around. Basically, Watts doesn't join Salem, he instead continues to work for James Ironwood. He just acts like the sarcastic and sassy bastard we know and love.

This idea came to me when I realized that Penny could have three dads in this AU. (Ironwood, Pietro, and Watts)

What do you think?

Penny having three dads is one of my favorite RWBY fanfic/AU things ever.

I find it to be just so cute and adorable and I may or may not have it being a thing in my AU cause Salem isn't evil so Ironwood, Pietro, and Watts are all good friends and buddies and they're raising Penny together and they love her so very much and it's just so cute and I love it!

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Endeavor!

From 2010 to 2020, the two people responsible for this blog (Maggie Rowbotham and Ron AAlgar Watt) reviewed the entirety of Star Trek on the Post Atomic Horror podcast. Yes, all of it. Even the really awful parts. In fact, we were so successful in our mission that we ran out of things to review. So we switched to a different project to allow the buffer to fill back up again. We learned a lot in that decade — about what really works in Star Trek; what really doesn't work; and what we wish we could see more of. Which led to the creation of our fanfic series, Endeavor.

Endeavor tackles political issues that mainstream Trek has been a bit... ham-fisted in dealing with. It includes an ongoing and frank discussion about neurodivergence. And it is unapologetically queer. There is so much of both of us infused into the DNA of this show, not to mention a stable of brilliant performers, co-writers and an actual composer. We could not be prouder of it.

Our second season began in early 2020. Ten episodes were originally planned, releasing at a rate of one per month. But then we were hit with a number of unavoidable delays. Who can say why? It's not like anyone else we know lost their entire minds starting in early 2020.

We did end up expanding the season to 12 episodes, and we managed to get 11 of those out by April of 2022.

The season finale, “Birth of a Nation,” took... a bit longer to get sorted out, but I'm pleased to announce that it's finally here.

Clocking in at over an hour in length, “Birth of a Nation” pays off a lot of stuff: the ongoing arcs of our three principles; the storyline involving the obviously-a-stand-in-for-white-supremacy world of Macaria; the financial misadventures of the Ferengi Tod; and threads of varying shapes and sizes, too numerous to list here, stretching back to our premiere episode.

This is not a series finale. Endeavor will be returning with a third season. But if we did have to end the show here, for whatever reason, we think this would serve as a pretty solid final chapter.

As with all non-corporate-backed Internet efforts, making people aware of our show and getting them to actually listen to it is a constant challenge. So, please: if you like Star Trek (or even just science fiction with a genuinely optimistic outlook for the future) and/or fully-scripted, fully produced audio drama, give our show a listen. And tell your friends. A pledge to our Patreon (which helps us pay the performers) would not go unappreciated, either.

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I made my own fanfic

the title is called "The Color Changer Crown" and y'all can read it on Wattpad and AO3.

The Wattpad cover: